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Draken

Lord Draken held a magnificent feast for Lady Denee. The castle of Merisbeth was bustling with life, a hive of activities.

The feast hall was filled with laughter and din of conversation as men dined alongside Lady Denee.

She loved the air of vibrancy, slowly wolfing down her food. Denee appeared less concerned about the furtive, curious glances Draken was giving her.

She had eyes everywhere. Hidden eyes no man could see. Lord Draken might think he was hiding his gazes well, but he wasn’t. She could see him with her many eyes.

By Denee’s right, her entourage sat, bobbing their heads as they shoved food down their throats while their eyes pinned on the male dancers standing in the middle of the hall, rolling their waists slowly and sensually as the orchestras played vibrant music in the hall.

Lord Draken was seated by her right, slowly munching down his food. His masked male had disappeared and returned to Abbator.

Denee reached for her drink and took a sip, giving Lord Draken a look over the rim of her glass.

“It’s such a nice dinner, my lord,” she commented with a grin plastered on her face.

Lord Draken beamed. “I’m glad you like it, Lady Denee.”

“Absolutely,” grinning, she looked over at her males. “It appears my males appreciate it too.”

Draken nodded. He stood up then and snapped his fingers, beckoning some males into the hall as soon as the dancers finished their display.

Denee watched with curiosity as six males, bare-chested, dragged a live boar into the hall.

“Holy gods!” she yelped, clasping a hand over her chest as her gaped eyes stared curiously at the boar.

The black boar grunted as the males held onto it tight.

Chuckling at Denee’s reaction, Lord Draken hummed. “Fear not, my lady.” He gestured to the boar and said, “This is just another spice to the dinner. It’s how the demon clan welcomes their guests In Merisbeth. It’s called the wild feast.”

“Oh,” Denee said with a soft chuckle. “A wild feast. I’d like to taste it.”

“At your service,”

Lord Draken turned to the male servant beside him, bobbing his head. The servant gingerly handed the lord a dagger.

Lord Draken stepped into the middle of the hall where the boar was being held. Bowing at Denee, he turned back and swiftly sliced the boar’s throat with the dagger.

The action caused a loud cheer in the hall as the males clapped for the lord.

Denee, impressed, raised her hands covered with rings and bangles and joined the males in clapping for the lord.

“Woah!” she roared as Draken cut out a flesh, ripped off the furs, and shoved a piece of the raw flesh into his mouth.

He threw his head back as he moaned at the sweet feeling of the raw flesh and blood melting on his tongue.

The demon clan still upholds their old lifestyle as savages as they indulge in the wild feast where they eat the raw flesh of boars. To them, nothing beats the taste of raw boars.

By the time Draken was done crunching the meat, he opened his eyes. His demon side was nearly at the surface, given the way his eyes glowed red.

Steeling himself, he cocked a brow at Denee.

“Should I, my lady?” he asked, his voice guttural. Low.

“Yes, please,” she eagerly agreed.

Not many people would accept the offer to eat raw meat, which meant Denee wasn’t human, Draken thought as he cut out some part for her.

If she wasn’t human, it could only mean one thing, she’s either a lycan or a demon…

But if she was a demon, Draken must have known which of the demon houses she came from.

He reached her stead and gave her the meat which Denee eagerly munched on.

She heaved, opening her wild black eyes and bored them into Draken’s.

“Such an ambrosia,” she commented, slowly wiping the blood dotting the corners of her mouth.

Liking that comment, Draken leaned low and whispered to her, “And the welcome fuck is on the way. I have many Attendants that would serve you well with nice cocks, mind you.”

She grinned, wordlessly nodding at Draken’s words.

The lord wanted to be sure he attended well to her so Denee would be open enough to tell him her reason for being in Bloomington. Why she chose him as an ally.





The welcome feast ended well. Draken led Denee and her males into the grand parlor for comfort and the commencement of the Welcome fuck.

She lay on one side on the long couch in the parlor, watching as Draken brought in two Attendants.

Two naked, stocky males with very enticing cocks.

“I present them to you, my lady. Come have a look,” Draken gestured.

She smilingly stood up and slowly walked over to the males. Her eyes dimmed sensually as she approached them.

Denee outstretched her hand to one of the males and cupped his cock, stroking as she ran the fingers of her free hand over his firm chest.

The Attendant’s body shook as she touched him. Denee hummed, rubbing the Attendant’s precum over his lips, and moved on to the next one, inspecting him the same way she did the other.

“They seem good. Fit enough for my males,” she said to Draken. Instantly, she called out to two of her males, “Khaldrigo, Alisur, please come,”

The two males advanced on her command and she pushed the Attendants to them and said, “Have fun,”

Draken’s brows furrowed as he watched Denee’s males clutch the Attendants’ cocks and fisted. The Attendants moaned to the pleasure of Denee’s males.

In time, Khaldrigo and Alisur bent the Attendants over, spanked their ass cheeks, and slid their cocks into the Attendants.

“Those Attendants were specifically hand-picked by me for you, my lady,” Draken informed as he followed her into the grand terrace.

“My lord, my taste varies when it comes to sex,” she told him, resting her back on the rail as she looked back at him.

“What taste do you prefer then?” he quizzed curiously, stepping an inch closer to her.

“Females, with a male in between,”

A threesome? Draken hummed inwardly.

“We had enough females in the east but here…” she began but he cut off.

“Then I shall bring one of my breeders,”

Without waiting for a response from Denee, Lord Draken called Sur Dalfohr to bring one of his breeders.

In record time, the breeder arrived. Pleased, Denee reached over and rendered a feather-light touch on the breeder’s face. She clasped her jaw and fastened her lips on the breeder, kissing her. Long and hard.

Draken’s body tightened in hunger as he watched the two females.

Denee pulled back and stared at him, saying. “You’ll be the third person, my lord. Join us,”

Lord Draken obliged and joined them. He towered over the back of the breeder, smacking her bare ass cheeks and fondling as Denee kissed the breeder while softly caressing her breasts.

The breeder was all moans and wet at their touches. She submitted to them while both the lord and Denee feasted on her.

Denee had the lord sink his cock into the breeder, thrusting into her while she reclined on the armchair on the terrace after undressing and pulling the breeder’s mouth over to her cunt to suck her pussy. A pleased sigh dug up from her chest. Her hips jumping reflexively as she ground her cunt over the breeder’s tongue.

As they fucked the breeder, Draken used that opportunity to speak.

“Why have you…fucking…come all this way?” he stuttered, pulling out his cock and driving it back into the breeder. Her wall wrapped firmly around his hard cock.

“I heard you’re in debt,” Denee responded, looking up at him through hooded eyes. Her fingers were in the breeder’s hair as she clenched it, using it as a guide to let the breeder know how and where to put her tongue.

“I guess words have spread that I’m in debt…”

“It makes you a willing ally. A perfect one…ohhhh, yesss,” Denee grunted, drifting off when the breeder’s tongue slid into her channel. “Lick it. Yes, oh, yes…” she hummed, slowly bucking her hips, her slimy channel spread over the willing tongue as she arched her back.

The female moaned over her cunt as Draken’s thrust deepened.

“How so?”

“Because I’m going to pay off the debt which will make you more eligible for the Ice throne and you’ll have to marry me,” Denee offered, looking at him with a drunken smile on her face.

That seemed like a good offer, Draken thought except the marriage part.

“Why should I marry you?” he boomed.

Denee grinned, still grinding on the female’s tongue. She reached out and fondled her tit, playing with her nipple.

“Because it’ll help me get closer to my goal.”

“Your goal?” Draken’s voice rough reverberated. “What is your goal?”

“The Ice Throne, Lord Draken,” she fiercely said.

Stunned, Draken paused his thrusts and stared at Denee as he pulled out of the breeder, his cock still hard and wet with the breeder’s juices.

“I don’t understand. Why the Ice Throne? You’re a woman…”

“A woman but the rightful heir to the throne of Bloomington…” Denee roared, making Draken go pale.

“Who are you?” he asked, his voice a deep inflection of timbre.

TBC.