Chapter 59 59
DAVINA ELM.
I expected him to order my arrest for shrieking at him like he was something inferior. Instead, he ordered me out of his sight, but then had his right-hand man relay the release of my brother.
Not like I would be allowed to see him, but at least he was finally free from the torture and would begin healing gradually.
Days passed by, and I made sure not to get closer to Dragon Sovereign. He had tried several times to bring up a discussion when I was cleaning his chamber any day, but I paid less attention and only left when I was done with my job, and then did not show up.
He had really dealt with me. I understood the path of locking me up in their dragon blood chamber in place of executing me. But after that, the other tortures were just what I didn't understand the reason for, as they all screamed of brutality.
I guessed that he just found fun in punishing me, so there was no use getting closer to him, even if he claimed I belonged to him and no one else.
My daily wish was finally that I do not regain my power, because I had just seen the repercussions of it, and wouldn't want to endanger my life, that of my brother, or my friend, just for something I had stayed without for years.
And also, I didn't want to know what matebond was all about, so the best was to just stay powerless.
After two weeks of frequenting his chamber just to do my job and leave, I woke up once again on a bright new day and got ready to head to his chamber. Once I reached his doorpost, I was shocked at the masculine groans that came so continuously in my ear.
I glanced around, and there was no one else but me.
Was the groan coming really from his chamber? It couldn't be that he brought in Irian after we had a deal that he mustn't.
Out of anger, I barged into the room and slammed the door shut, ready to yell at his face and remind him how he wouldn't for any reason lay hands on me ever. But to my greatest shock, he wasn't with Irian—but his right-hand man.
The napkin I was holding slipped through my fingers. I stood there, watching as this man took his cock down his throat and sucked with utmost pleasure. He seemed to be enjoying it, and I wasn't shocked because they permitted same sex relationships in their realm.
But I didn't expect Dragon Sovereign to be into such a relationship, either. And that made me wonder how long they'd been into this, which I didn't know about.
I tried to move my feet from there, but couldn't. The sight of them alone caused saliva to form in my mouth, and I only wished I were the one doing that to him.
I loved the submission from his right-hand man, how he surrendered on his knees and throbbed his head back and forth with so much energy, taking down the whole huge and lengthy rod as though it wasn't a big deal.
Dragon Sovereign didn't care about my presence and kept groaning while holding onto Orrifin's head. He shoved his cock down his throat and looked so sweaty like he was near climaxing.
A strong lustful heat pulsed between my legs. I felt my pussy getting soaked by the sight of what they were doing.
I just wanted to push Orrifin out of the way and take him myself. I wanted to be the one he moaned so loud to that way.
My heart suddenly began racing, and I watched as he pulled out his cock, his semen spilled all over Orrifin's face, and he licked his lips, still stroking his master's cock.
Oh, goddess mother! I didn't know I would love the sight of this until now. I hadn't witnessed two men pleasuring themselves or even vice versa, and since the humans find it cringe, I also did. But with what I just witnessed, it was really worth the relationship being accepted in the realm.
But deep down, I was damn jealous.
I still didn't speak and only watched until they felt they were very okay. Orrifin stood up and bowed to him.
With how they stared at themselves, I knew they were speaking in their minds so I wouldn't hear them, but I cared less and just wanted Orrifin to leave already. I was so soaked and wished he would give a damn about me, irrespective of my ignoring him this past two weeks.
Soon, Orrifin walked towards me, but leaped before he could reach closer.
I sighed in relief and finally picked up my broom, trying to pretend that I saw nothing or craved nothing…until his voice made me flinch.
“How do you feel after watching us?” his voice came through while he tightened up his robe.
I avoided his gaze and wanted to hide my feelings. I didn't want him to feel I was so desperate and was begging for him when I had been so hard on him, yet my inner self couldn't keep off with it. “Were you expecting me to kick out the new person you just chose? Didn't you get a better satisfaction from his lips?”
“You're sounding jealous…”
“Of course, I am!” I finally slammed the broom on the ground and began taking slow steps towards him. “You wanted me alone, right? And I also wanted you alone…
“But you don't want me touching you. Didn't you just shift to being just a slave that has nothing intimate with her master? How many times did I make an advance and you rejected me?” he snapped and pulled a long face. “You didn't expect me to grab you against your will, huh?”
The last question sank deeply into me. What level of respect was that?
I'd known that masters claim their slaves forcefully, but he doesn't want to.
“You know, it's already so long I ejaculated, and because I had a wet dream when Orrifin was busy in my room…he who had always been bisexual had no reason to step back but to have me relieve myself. And honestly, I feel so okay and don't regret claiming the same sex for the first time. Should I say that you made me do it? Or that it was a decision I took on my own?” he gestured and turned his back on me.
I couldn't believe myself, because I began feeling so guilty.
If this was his first time being pleasured by his same sex and because he needed to ejaculate, then it surely meant that I caused it. If he claimed me once a week and ejaculated, he wouldn't have wet dreams that would arouse him so much.
But the truth was that I hated how he treated my brother and just wanted to stay in my lane. Yet, my body still longed for him this time despite how long I tried to withdraw.
I walked closer to where he was and slowly wrapped my arms around him. Just the touch on his skin, I felt something snap in me, and a shocking sensation that ran down my veins, so I pulled back forcefully.
With how he turned around, he seemed to have felt the same, too. His expression showed how confused he was, so I couldn't even ask what was wrong.
I rather stepped backwards, but my foot slipped, and he stretched his arms, grabbing me quickly.
My nails scratched on his skin, leaving a little cut that still brought out blood. I grabbed his hand to lick off the blood when I tasted it on my tongue, and his skin quickly healed as if nothing happened.
The healing wasn't the problem, but the blood I tasted on my tongue without licking.
My mother always told me that this was the easiest way to know who my mate was…and just recalling that made my heart sink into my belly.