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Draken
The streets of Merisbeth were crowded, the males happily cheering at Draken as he passed with his entourage in a carriage. His body twitched as the carriage galloped. He looked through the window and saw his people happily throwing rose petals into the air.
Some were intently playing musical instruments in Draken’s honor. Everyone knew what was about to go down—his marriage to Lady Denee.
Within the weeks Denee had spent in Merisbeth, she had gathered the people’s approval. Draken wasn’t surprised to see that as Denee had embarked on almsgiving, promising the people it was time the demon clan rose to power in Bloomington.
That alone made it easy for the people to agree to their marriage. Not that it matters to Draken.
If the female from the east would pay up his debts to make him eligible as a contender for the Ice throne, then he’d marry her.
Behind his carriage was Denee’s. Draken saw her waving at the people, smiling brightly at them.
He looked back inside as the male beside him spoke. “Have you found out who she is?”
Draken chuffed, turning to the male. “Does it matter?”
“You should at least know her intentions, my lord.”
It was Draken’s masked male. Even though his words were reasonable enough, Draken noticed the note of jealousy dripping from his voice.
He leaned in closer and crushed his lips over the masked male. Their tongues warred as he ate up the seam of the masked male’s lips, cupping his cheek.
The boisterous cheers outside didn’t seem to bother Draken. All his attention was pinned on the male who made him drip at the tips.
“Draken…we should….” The masked male spoke against his lips, but Draken didn’t budge.
“Just shut up and kiss me,” He ordered, gliding his tongue over the male’s. Their groans split the air as Draken raked his hand down the male’s body until he reached his cock.
Palming the male through his breeches, Draken tugged on his lower lip, sucked and churned desperately, the noise outside fading in the background.
His stubble deliciously grated his male’s jaw, the harsher their kiss turned.
He palmed the male out of his breeches, stroking his cock with urgency. The male’s pre-cum stained his knuckle.
“Oh...Gods….” The masked male prayed, his breath hot and labored at Draken’s torturous touch over his phallus.
“The world can hear you…” Draken growled over the male’s ear, his eyes glimmering as he feathered the kiss down the male’s chin, peeking down at his bulbous, throbbing head.
“It’s…your fault….” The male growled, bucking his trimmed waist into Draken’s hand.
“Should I stop?” He teased the male, not flinching when they heard someone clapping their palm over the window.
The masked male looked dreamily into Draken’s eyes and shook his head. He lewdly bounced into Draken’s palm as he slowly teased his thumb over his piss-tip.
“It’s a sin, my lord. To touch another a few minutes before your wedding…” He coarsely let out the last part.
“Then sins like this are far better than righteousness. I fucking will fuck you in the altar of Hidroes today if I get the chance.” He stroked the male further and then launched back at his lips, sucking them gingerly.
Draken’s stroking pace increased when he felt his male about to orgasm. A line of creamy liquid stained Draken’s hand as the male ejaculated, heaving through parted lips.
Draken gladly pulled away, licking up his male’s cum as his sentinel announced they’ve reached the temple of the god of matrimony.
Before Draken could step down from the carriage, the male held his arm and blurted, “I know I introduced the lady to you, my lord, but this could be dangerous if you don’t know who she truly is and what she’s capable of doing.”
Draken had agreed to marry Denee without informing his male, nor did he inform the male what Denee had told him.
Now, looking at his male, Draken decided to open up. “There’s something you should know,”
Frowning, the male sputtered, “What is it?”
“Denee is more than just a woman from the east…”
“I don’t understand…” The masked male was intercepted in confusion.
Clasping his cheek, Draken worded. “She claims to be the rightful heir to the Ice Throne…”
“What?” The male shrieked as he watched Draken climb down the carriage.
Draken was led by his sentinels just as Denee’s males walked her up the dais. The temple overlooked the whole city of Merisbeth, and the people were down below, watching the rites being performed.
Looking at Denee, all Draken saw was money. The female who would pay up his debts, while Denee saw the person who would bring her closer to her goal—the ice throne.
She smiled beautifully as Draken draped his robe around her, as commanded by the priest. They both said the vows briskly and shared a kiss as ordered by the priest.
Immediately after Draken put the band on her, she turned and faced the crowd that clapped for the lord and his female. The ceremony had ended at twilight. Drunk to his content, Draken retraced his steps to Denee’s chamber, fluttering it open.
He walked in on her naked with one of Draken's breeders sitting cross-legged on the bed as she grinded her cunt over the breeder, pinching her nipples.
The breeder’s moans floated into the air as Denee brushed her clit intently over hers.
Denee didn’t flinch at Draken’s intrusion. She merely looked up at him with a smile lurking at her lips.
“I’ve done my end of the bargain, my lady. It’s time to pay my debt,” He said, locking eyes with Denee.
“Good, Lord Draken. You made the wise choice,” She uttered, crushing her mouth over the breeder’s nipple, sucking it long and hard as she rode her cunt.
When Denee pulled away, she called on her males. The four burly males walked into the room, staring unseeingly, and awaited Denee’s command.
“Bring the box,” She ordered.
The males moved with ease, heading over to the huge box they arrived with from the east. They opened the lid and grabbed one of the smaller boxes inside.
Denee moved away from her toy as they brought the box to her. She tied a simple robe around her body, gesturing for the breeder to wait for her.
She walked over to Draken’s stead and slapped the box into his palm.
“Thanks for marrying me, my lord. Pay up the debts and come, we have bigger plans ahead of us.”
Draken’s brows furrowed. “What plans?” He asked, not understanding anything.
Denee smiled at him and sputtered, “Plans of getting back my throne, of course,”
“Are you seriously going to use me as a shield to get the ice throne? You’re not even from here!” He rasped.
Denee’s males tried to make an advance at him, but Denee shook her head at them. Turning to Draken, she responded. “I was born here in Bloomington, Lord Draken. Born of the two species with pure blood, what makes you assume I am not worthy of the Throne?”
Draken froze at Denee’s words, his lashes flapping as he gazed surprisingly at her. He took a step closer to her and asked with a cracked voice.
“Are…you saying…you’re a…hybrid? A lycan and…a demon?”
Denee held his gaze, smiling as she watched him put two and two together before uttering.
“The one and only. The pure blood.”
TBC.