Chapter Five

Drakarus

I am fighting with everything I have to try and save this poor witch from Eyrx’s anger. It’s not like him to be so cruel. I understand his anger, but it’s not helping anything. It is only clouding his judgment. Thank the Gods that Juliana was here, otherwise he might have let her die. I think that would’ve crushed him.

When the witch touched my arm, I felt an energy between us that is admittedly addictive. Maybe it is because I am touched deprived, and everyone thinks that I am asleep. All I know is that something inside of me tells me that she can break this curse. Maybe I’m just being hopeful.

Eyrx declares that she will bear my children, and I am relieved that he is not killing her. The moment I get a chance, I’m going to kick his ass for hurting her, though. I think what I am most surprised by is that Juliana is so protective of her. She is the one I expected to be cruel. I have listened to them fight for the last week about the witch and Juliana is consistently protective and willing to go against her mate to save the girl from harm.

Servants pull the blanket off of me and begin the ritual of cleansing my body. This process is not exactly necessary, but it is almost like an offering to the Gods. Dragons that have trouble conceiving will go through this ritual before any attempts at breeding and hope that it will take and that she will get pregnant.

I am moved to a separate bed before being transferred out of the room. I suspect they are taking me to the ceremonial room so that anybody is welcome to watch. If you think about it, this weird set up for the people of Vulkara to watch a witch fuck the King while he’s unconscious. This is one of the many protocols in place to help me produce an heir. Knotting is the issue though. I am positive I can reach the point of climax, but if I have no control over my body, how am I supposed to breed her? We have not had to go through this process before, but I’m sure the healer has a way.

They put me on a bed fit for one person and leave me exposed. I would be a liar if I said that I wasn’t excited for the little witch to ride my cock. If I was the one leading, I could easily destroy her, but she will not put herself in harm's way for the sake of a dick. Maybe it’s best that she does lead.

I hear the room filled with people, but no one speaks. Everyone is silent as they take their seats and wait for the ceremony to begin .

The moment she enters the room, I can tell. I can feel her presence as she grows closer to me. I imagine what it will be like with her, bouncing on my cock, desperate to be bred. I can tell she is a good girl and will do what she is told, but from what I have heard them saying over the last week, she is a brat. She will take her pleasure in spite of them. I can feel my cock hardening at the thought of her tight little pussy wrapped around me.