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Draken

Draken and his men strode the bustling streets of Merisbeth, his face deadpan. He clasped his hands behind him, casually looking at his people going about their businesses.

Along the streets, he could see people indulging in street sex as they paid.

Unlike Abbator, where paid sex was mostly carried out in brothels, the demon clan barely had brothels. They hawked their sex skills on the streets, and any willing person could pay their coin and indulge right then and there.

Right now, Draken and his men could see the male Attendants hawking their sex skills to their clients.

The Attendants were only wearing flimsy subligarias with their lips painted with red and black lip balm. “Thirty coins for fifteen minutes, do you agree?” Draken heard one of the Attendants bargaining prices with a willing client.

“Nah, twenty,” the Attendant’s client bid, cocking a brow at the Attendant who rolled his eyes in exhaustion. “Depends on the size of your cock. Let me see.”

The male with a determined face unclasped the rope holding his breeches and pulled the pants down, clasping his cock in his hand, showing it to the Attendant.

“Hm, okay, twenty would do then,” the Attendant reached out his hand, and the client dumped the purse of coins in his hand.

Immediately, the male pounced on the Attendant, pressing him into the wall, he attacked the Attendant’s lips, kissing him with vigor. Their groans echoed while Lord Draken passed.

Before Draken could completely turn the corner, he saw how the client turned the Attendant to face the wall, tore his subligaria apart, and sank his cock into the Attendant.

The moans of the sex mongers lining the alley accompanied Draken as they took the path that led to Merisbeth’s harbor.

Along the way, someone jumped down the roof of the one-story stone building, facing them, his face covered with a golden mask.

Draken and his men drew to a halt as his sentinels charged at the invader. They had already slipped out their claws and fangs to attack, only for Draken to roar.

“He’s mine!”

“My lord? He wanted to attack us…” His sentinels argued, but Draken ignored them.

Shoving through the wall of protection his sentinels formed to protect him, Draken approached the masked man.

His lover. His Lithe.

“You came,” he let out just as he stopped before the mute masked man. Draken smiled, looking back at his sentinels. “Do not fret, my men are loyal. You can speak…”

“Isn’t it the most loyal men that betray their masters?” The Lithe spoke, bouncing into Draken’s arms.

They hugged, and Draken pulled away, only for him to press his lips to his Lithe’s own after shifting the mask a little from his lips.

They stood in the street alley, clashing their tongues in hunger with growls vibrating from their chests.

Draken pressed the male against the wall, wedging his thigh between him. Looking at Draken through the mask, the male ground his cock over his thigh, moaning low at the back of his throat.

“My men are the loyal people. They know the consequences of trying to double-cross me, my Lithe,” he panted over his male’s lips.

Their heads came together again as they sucked hungrily at each other’s mouths. Their moans blending with that of the sex mongers.

“We should get going, my lord. The lady from the east will soon be here,” the Lithe suggested, making Draken grumble.

Draken was obviously hard and eager to bury his cock between the Lithe’s asshole.

Some weeks ago, a raven delivered a message from the lady from the east, announcing her arrival today.

Draken was heading to the harbor to meet with her and find out her reason for choosing to side with him. A woman as endowed as her couldn’t be doing this for nothing.

“You’re right, let’s go,” he hummed in agreement and followed the Lithe’s tow. They continued the rest of their journey, chattering. Both males held their hands together with the Lithe informing Draken of the current situation of things in Abbator.

“He sent a spy here, my lord. You’ve someone watching you,” Draken chuckled. “A spy in my clan? How… intriguing,” he said.

“Aren’t you worried?” The Lithe asked.

Draken flicked a look at him and shrugged. “Not at all. Because I know I’ll easily find out who the hell the spy is.”

“That’s good. You need to be on the safe side,” the male hummed.

They advanced onto the bustling harbor. Some of the sailors gathered together in a kiosk, drinking and having sex as their means of relaxation.

The sound of skin slapping together reverberated. The sailors equally gambled away.

Draken, his male, and his sentinels walked further down the mouth of the harbor and stood, overlooking the vast turquoise-blue water.

They saw the incoming ship and traded a terse look.

“I’m sure working with her will be without regrets,” the Lithe said, his mask still on.

“Let’s hope,” Draken shrugged as they looked back at the ship.

The foghorn blared the closer the ship sailed to the harbor, and that made Draken more tense.

He wondered what the woman from the east would look like.

Their eyes ghosted over the ship the moment it anchored in the harbor. Draken swallowed thickly, watching as the woman exited from the ship, donning a long maroon dress with intricate jewels and brooch beneath her long black cape. The hood of the cape shielded her face.

The woman walked through the long pier until she drew a halt before them and revealed her face slowly as she removed the hood.

Draken’s eyes widened at the sight before him. He lost his voice and he panted, gawking at the woman.

She had long black hair and an oval face. She looked more beautiful than what Draken had expected but younger. Just how old was she?

She looked fragile yet Draken felt the surge of power coming from her.

This woman here wasn’t ordinary. Far from it.

The power oozing from her nearly sent him to his knees. As the wind whipped her long hair into the air, she closed the gap between them and kissed Draken’s cheeks.

“I heard you are the lord of Merisbeth,” her voice was sonorous with such a calming effect Draken had never witnessed.

Recollecting himself, Draken nodded and grinned. “I am. My name is Lord Draken,” he gushed.

She beamed, sweeping a look at the masked male beside Draken.

“I hope I am welcome to stay in Merisbeth?” she asked, the tiny smile still on her face.

Draken lifted a brow, gawking. “That depends, Lady from the East…”

“My name is Denee, Lord Draken,” she informed, cutting him off.

Draken bobbed his head in a nod. “Denee,” he looked over at his masked male and continued. “You’ll be welcome to stay in Merisbeth only if you let me know why you chose to sail this far north to Bloomington.” While they were discussing, Denee’s entourage assembled behind her. Four stocky males with long burnt brown hair and muscular bodies.

Draken looked down at their hands and glimpsed the big boxes they were carrying.

“I believe matters such as this would be better discussed over dinner or after, my lord?”

At that, Draken nodded, creating a path for Denee and her males to pass after saying the words, “Ladies first.”

Smilingly and boldly, Denee shouldered past Draken and his men, walking further down the harbor and into the streets.

Draken and his masked male exchanged a look as he spoke under his breath.

“She’s no ordinary woman.”

His male nodded. “I can feel it too.”

“Aye. The question is who is she? And why did she choose to sail to Bloomington?” Both men turned and gave each other weary glances as they marched behind their visitors. With every step, Draken’s mind wandered.

Why is the woman from the east here?

TBC.