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Draco

His steps hastened over the marble floor, ignoring Alfos's
call. Despite Draco ignoring him, the beta still hastened to meet up with the
lord.

"Dracolian!" His voice was raspy, grating on Draco's nerves.
"You have to listen!"

"I don't want to hear it!" Draco screeched, finally taking a
pause.
 They had walked all
the way from the tower toward the gladiators' den. Even though both men were
still standing outside, they could clearly hear the groans of the training
gladiators from the training track.

Alfos walked hesitantly closer to Draco, regarding him with
a cautious glance.
"I think something is going on with her."

"Is that supposed to be my problem?" Draco hissed, clenching
his palms. With the way his nails bit into his palms, Draco was sure it would
draw blood.
 He understood what
Alfos was talking about because he saw it himself. Isolde was unsettled, and he
didn't know why.
He felt the need to cup her cheeks, look into her eyes, as
he inquired what was wrong with her.

Her scent was somewhat more powerful today, though. The
voice in his head whispered, making Draco groan inwardly.

There's that too. Isolde's scent was so strong, pulling at
him like ambrosia. It made him go rigid, and that was why he was trying his
best not to indulge Alfos.

"Of course, you should find out why. She's your breeder and
soon-to-be luna, you should show concern..."

Before the beta could finish, Draco was already shaking his
head.
"I've sworn not to get close to her, Alfos. I'll destroy
her!"

"I understand, Dracolian, I do. But it doesn't stop you from
inquiring about her well-being from twenty feet away," Alfos insisted again,
interrupting Draco.

As they were locked in a heated argument, they saw Isolde
running out of the tower to another lower house, her movement speeding up.

"See?" Alfos bit out, pivoting his head to look back at
Draco. As the lord stared hard in the direction she disappeared, Alfos clapped
his shoulder and whispered, "Go find out what's wrong."

At that, the beta walked away, leaving the confused lord.

Should he go or should he not? Draco wondered. He had told
himself to keep a distance from Isolde.

But what if she was in need of some help? You might be able
to help? The voice hummed again in his mind.
His shoulders deflated as desire won against reason. Hence,
Draco began to head over to the lower house.

The hallway was quiet, devoid of life, as his footsteps
clomped silently over the marble floor. He knew exactly where the training room
was, and so Draco strutted gently over there.

Before he could reach, he could already hear the moans
filtering from the room, followed by the pounding of something akin to a cock
into some watery heat.

Draco went rigid momentarily, thinking Isolde was with
another male. His chest clenched in anger as he pushed forward and slammed the
door open.

Isolde's heart leaped. She screamed, trying to shield her
body as she locked her eyes on the male who stepped into the room.

The instant she realized it was Draco, her cheeks flamed,
turning a dark shade of red.

Gods, the lord caught her in the act.

Draco's eyes scanned over the room, searching for any male,
but he found none, and his hammering heart calmed.
His sharp, iridescent eyes narrowed on Isolde. Her sweet
musky scent billowing the air as it flew into his nose, down to his
bloodstream. It jerked his cock awake, and Draco became a heap of desire for
the female.

Voice gruff like it was scraped over gravel, he asked her,
"What are you doing here? Alone?"

The crystal dots of sweat over her temple and the way she
panted belied her actions to Draco, filling him with the urge to watch her.
Flushing and dripping a mess on the sofa, Isolde stuttered
out, "Nothing, my lord."

Draco growled, his boots creaking over the wooden floor as
he stepped closer to the table brimming with toys made of ivory by the best
craftsman in the kingdom. He took one of the other pleasure wands, waving it in
the air as he said to Isolde.

"You're not sweating for nothing, little bird." He dropped
the wand and turned to her, noticing one of the wands already tucked in her
pussy.

Fuck! He groaned, heaving at the naughty sight of it. "Show
me what's making you sweat, and maybe I can help lick it off of you, or else I'll
have you punished," He goaded her, his lips curling.

"I can't...."

Banishing his agreement to keep his distance, Draco bounced
into her space, gripping her hair with his gloved hand hard but not enough to
hurt.

Their hearts pounded in sync as a moan buzzed from Isolde's
lips.

"Do you want my dagger in you that desperately, huh? Want me
to fuck you brazenly again just to prove a point..."

"You weren't talking to me... before," She swallowed, her
chest drawing up tight as she pinned her gaze on his lips. Isolde tried to
reach a hand to his face and feel his skin, but Draco swiftly pulled away.

"No touching." His voice was guttural. "Show me what you
were doing, or I could have the sentinels lock you up for coming in here when
it's not training time,"

Her clit buzzed at the threat. Swallowing forcefully, she
spread her legs, pushing up the skirt of her dress to her waist to bare her
dripping pussy with the wand stuck in it.

Draco made some noise at the back of his throat at what he
saw.
A gloriously wet, pink cunt with an engorged clit. Fuck,
it'd fit so perfectly between his teeth.
What Draco wouldn't give to have that clit under his tongue.
The way his gaze devoured her pricked Isolde's skin with
chills.

"Keep doing it, mouthy. Fuck yourself," He ordered with a
gravelly voice, locking his eyes on her heat.

Isolde's pussy flexed as she held the bulbous wand and began
to slide it sensually in and out of her cunt.

Draco hadn't seen any sin as beautiful as that. It was a
violation against the god of intimacy for a woman to touch or pleasure herself.
Only males had that right, but at the moment, Draco would bet his life that
this was a sin he'd kill to watch over and over again.

His gaze never wavered as Isolde bucked her hips, grinding
with reckless abandon on the wand.

She reached her hand up, opening her breast for Draco to
see. His eyes zeroed in on her puffy pink nipples. It was hard and pointed as
if calling out to him. When her dainty fingers swept over the beautiful bud,
Draco hissed.

"Tug on it, mouthy."

And she did, tugging on her nipples, her head thrown back.
The fact that Draco was watching her made the heat increase.
She wanted him so bad, but since she couldn't get him to touch her, Isolde
basked in the scalding heat of his gaze.

Her lips dropped open in endless moans, the harder she
tugged those nipples, alternating between the right and left as she ground her
wet, dripping nub over the wand.

The naughty wet sounds echoing off the walls made Draco
sweep his fingers over his fly, and if he wasn't so stiff he could cut through
the wall.

His fly was already drenched with his own desire. His chest
expanded further, and he gulped in her delicious scent. His greedy gaze on her
body.

"Harder, mouthy. Fuck yourself harder..."
 Her hand jerked into
more swift movements over her cunt and nipples.

"Ohh....yes," She yelped, eyes bleared by desire.
She slipped out the wand and swished it over her clit, the
popping, wet sound a music to Draco's ears.

The pleasure became so strong and spine-bending that Isolde
reached her other hand to her clit to tease so her orgasm would draw near
faster, but Draco slapped the hand away with his covered hand.

"Until I permit you to do otherwise, mouthy. Do not touch
your clit," His gaze was lustrous as he jerked her hand back to her tits,
letting her fondle them. "Fucking gods. Your cunt smells...so amazing." He
groaned, losing himself as he gathered a glob of his saliva and sprinkled it
over her clit.
The liquid made Isolde jolt; she panted, peering down at
Draco.

"So filthy...." She drawled, biting into her lower lip to hold
back from orgasming just from knowing he was about to indulge her.

With his gloved hand, he clasped her hand holding the wand
and directed it to her clit.

"Since your clit needs some fucking attention...." He said,
swishing the wand over her clit, spreading his saliva with the fluid movement.
She jerked at the zap of electric touch and then whimpered. "I'm going to give
it to you."

He slapped her clit sensually with the wand, making Isolde
do the most filthy thing ever.

She squirted all over his face.

"Oh, gods," She screamed, her frame quaking as more
pristine, musky liquid dripped from her cunt.

All the years she'd been a Blossom in Kalingrad, no male
ever made her squirt. Made her feel this way, except for Draco. He wasn't even
touching her with his bare palms, and yet she made a mess everywhere.

Draco's eyes were wide. He paused, teasing her, wondering
what had occurred.
Was this what happened when a male teased a female?
They gush watery liquid on the male's face?
Draco could not tell, but he loved it because her squirt
tasted like saccharine.
"Want...more?" He gruffed out, his eyes shimmering. At
Isolde's whimper, he beat her clit one last time and slid the wand back into
her hole, fucking her with insane speed that had Isolde moaning.

When she floated into her crescendo, Isolde paused, eyes
wide, body stiff as she released the slimy substance that had Draco freezing.

It was his first time in over sixty years to see a female
cum, and nothing's prettier than that.
Nothing at all.
TBC.