Chapter 33 33
ZAUGUSTUS DYLAN.
Once I reached my chamber, I entered the bathroom and slammed my palm on my groin. How dare it try to embarrass me in there? That female wouldn't know, but staring at her alone made me so hard that one would think I was ready to claim a woman intimately.
My dragon groaned in my head, overwhelmed in lust.
I raised my robe and shoved out my phallus into view. It was all hard and covered in veins, and at that moment, having it sucked could just do to put me back in place. I wasn't the type that would satiate my lust by myself, and didn't want that. I didn't need the work but wanted to dominate over someone who would do it to my liking—even if he was my gender.
Now that the fae female was my slave, was this what I would be passing through? How long would I hold back from his curves and succulent oranges? I had to call over her human friend just so I don't end up devouring her in that state.
I stayed indoors for what felt like eternity, and just as I felt a bit okay, I teleported to the pleasure house and sent Orrifin over. I booked a room for myself and placed orders for the meals, snacks and wines that I wanted.
“Your Sovereignity, do you really mean what you want to do? Irian would be so mad at you, and there's your slave who could have just submitted to you. If you want, I could also give you a proper blowjob…” Orrifin kept ranting while I crossed my legs, tapping my fingers on the chair armrest. But that part of him giving me a blowjob made me glare at him. How long had he been thinking of such a thing? Was I so attractive that he wanted to take down my phallus in his throat?
In my realm, we don't discriminate between sexual desires. In fact, even the werewolves, lycans, griffins and elves were that way. It was just the humans who discriminated that way, and the faes do not make it public even though it wasn't against their custom.
I lost count of the times I caught my brother getting a hot blowjob from his right-hand man, and my sister also, who got her clit sucked carefully by her headservant. Since they were bisexual, I wondered why I was so different and didn't fancy it…or was it just the roles and burdens I had on my shoulders that made me not pay too much attention to it?
My eyes locked with Orrifin, and he quickly waved his hand at me, "I'm not going to do that for you. So tell me, how many ladies should I bring forth? Would you want to go threesome or more?” he said instead, already on his feet.
I thought about it and answered, “I need to be entertained, so while they danced, I would make my choice.” I ordered, and he bowed and left the room.
My fingers dug into my palms, and all I did was let out a heavy sigh. How bold of that jerk to mention giving me a blow job, and now I'm fantasising about how his lips would wrap around my cock. But no matter what, that was the role of a female, and so they would do it better.
In the next few minutes, six ladies all walked into the room, and the musicians followed. Since they all had their faces covered with veils, I didn't get to see what they looked like, but the pleasure house had gorgeous whores, and Irian seemed to be among them, because I inhaled her scent.
When did she become a whore? How come she knew I was here to show up?
No doubt, she heard of my presence here and wanted to be among them. Does she think it would move me when I wasn't interested in her?
Orrifin rushed towards me and lowered his body to whisper, “Sovereign, what will you do with Irian? Or am I mistaking her scent?”
“Keep shut! I will use her as the whore she made herself now.” I responded, and he nodded and stepped back.
By the time one of them caught my attention, I signalled her over to pour me a drink. She did as ordered and stretched his arm towards me, with his head bowed. “Dragon Sovereign, it's my pleasure to serve you today,” she said and raised her head a bit.
She adjusted her veil, and when I saw what she looked like, I signalled her to come forth. I took the cup of wine from her and drank from it, while she sat comfortably beside me, her arms resting on my thighs.
“How would you feel when I'm claiming you from behind, and you're doing the same to your fellow female?” I asked her, my voice laced with lust while she whined her body seductively. I dipped my fingers into her hair, expecting her response.
“Your Sovereignity, if that's what you want, then who am I refuse?”
I turned to Orrifin and said to him through my dragon mind, ‘Get me Irian! And have the rest leave…’ so in the next seconds, both the musicians and the other female whores had taken their leave out of the room, and Irian came forth before me.
I pretended I didn't know she was the one, but then I ordered the first female between my legs.
She knelt helplessly, and before her very eyes, I loosened my inner pants and shoved my cock down her throat. I just needed that, only it would satiate me for some time, but I needed Irian to cry blood watching it since she had the guts to come here.
The female took me whole, sucked my cock as though her life depended on it. She stroked my lengthy phallus for some time and got her lips wrapped around it once again, while fondling my dickball.
But as much as I got those from her, I felt so irritated because it didn't seem like I was taking care of my lust. She added her utmost strength and pleasure into making sure I at least respond to her actions from my groans, but meeting her gaze made me almost smack her face.
Right there, the only one in my mind was the fae female. I wanted to take control over her body, to have her moan pleasurably and continue my several pounding into her damp pink hole. I wanted to fondle those oranges she bore, suckle on her tits hungrily, until they all hardened and turned red.
It wasn't like I thought. I had imagined grabbing the whores hair and shoving my phallus hungrily down her throat while she cried to take in a breath, but it rather annoyed me watching her do what my fae slave should be doing.
When I couldn't stand it anymore, I pulled away from her and staggered out of her sight. I reached the table and grabbed the jar of wine there, then leapt out of the room.
As I landed in my chamber, I sat on the floor, my robe loosened, while I downed the wine from the jar. I felt so incomplete, as though I hadn't gotten exactly what I wanted…and which was true. But the truth was, how could I claim a fae when having her as my slave stirred anger from my subordinates and family? Why was I craving her this much, like she was so different from the others?
By the time I emptied the jar of wine, I was already feeling tipsy and had no strength to stand from there, so I didn't bother and stayed there until I dozed off.