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XENDAYA. A few hours have passed, and I have been locked in my room all this time. I’m frustrated and agitated and I hate feeling so helpless! ‘Calm down, he is only taking care of us,’ Shayara murmurs. She’s bored too. We were never the type to just stay home and be locked inside. That is something Morwenna would be ok with as long as she had a good book. ‘I don’t know about that. I’m not a useless treasure that needs protecting! Goddess, this man!’ ‘He fixed our hair,’ Shayara reminds me. ‘Why do I feel you are on his side and not mine?’ I ask as I look down at my hair. ‘Of course not!’ she protests. ‘I am you, so I am on your side.’ ‘Mhmm.’ I shake my head, examining my hair. It’s beautiful, I can’t deny that, but it doesn’t mean I hate him any less. And the cheek to ask me if I wanted to hump after! What the fuck does he take me for? Hump! He can go hump a cushion like the dog he is! ‘We are closer to dogs than dragons.’ Shayara inputs extremely unhelpfully. ‘Did you ju
XENDAYA. He’s observing me intently, but I truly want to know more. “Whether either of us like it or not, I am one of your Queens. Don’t I have the right to know exactly who our enemy is, and what exactly he wants?” I ask. “Our? You are waiting for a chance to slip away, a chance to be free of me and my people, are you not?” He smirks and I frown. “I am. But I also am a part of this kingdom right now. I should know what it is that we are facing and why. You can’t deny that.” “If I tell you… it means that you can never leave me… oh, I almost forgot.” He smirks and I frown. “Forgot what?” “That you already cannot leave.” He mocks, making irritation flash through me. Oh, I’ll be leaving. The glint in his eyes is cunning, almost challenging, and I don’t like it. I force my gaze away and my attention falls on the blood that is trickling out of his cut, the smell enticing me. Blood might be something I desire… but it is not a necessity. And right now, I want a taste… I avert my gaz
XENDAYA. My heart is pounding as I stare at him. Nefzaan… I’m seeing Agnarr in a different light, but there are still so many questions… He braces his hands on the table on either side of me, caging me between them as he watches me, his head tilted. I notice the blood that is trickling down his chest, but he is unbothered by it. “Then… how are you alive?” I ask quietly. Did Nefzaan somehow not realise he had a brother or what? But the way he told the story was as if he experienced everything himself… Especially the murder of his sisters and mother. Agnarr smirks as he glances up at the mighty chains, but it’s just a movement of his face. There is no humour in his expression and for the first time, his crystal gem-like eyes are clouded. Shadowed by the memories of a time long past… “That is where we come to now… I was unable to protect anyone, overpowered and defeated, but something protected me. I don’t know how, but when Nefzaan tried to kill me, he could not do so.” He says qu
AGNARR. Her eyes turn a brilliant green and her entire posture changes as she presses her breasts together. Her eyes stuck on my pants. But her strong aura is what makes me entirely sure something isn’t quite right. Is she planning to try to attack my cock? It must be, or why else is she acting so deviously? There is no way she actually would be so inviting. I pull my pants down, my eyes on her as she purrs the moment she sees my dick and my eyebrows shoot up. That is not my little viper… “You are her wolf,” I state with intrigue as I step out of my blood-soaked pants and pull on the clean pair. She looks up at me reluctantly, her large eyes blinking innocently, and she shakes her head. “I’m Xenie.” She says, in a voice I’ve heard only once before. The lollipop comment. “Of course,” I say as I zip up my pants. I can smell a lie. “Oh, you don’t need to put it away.” She purrs, her eyes coated with a look I have seen in the eyes of countless women. I smirk as I walk over to h
XENDAYA. It’s the following day and last night I possibly slept better than any other day before. The sun is burning through the window; the heatwaves rippling in the air, but I’m getting used to it. I have just showered and decide to keep my hair down today as I apply my makeup, sticking to some eyeliner and lipstick. Going for a deep red today. I feel a little sexy today, so I run my fingers through my locks, smoothing them back. Shayara is on time out and I am not speaking to her for humiliating me in front of that arrogant man! Yes, she apologised, but it’s not so easy to simply say sorry after all that. I have given her control at times, but to push forward? No. I’m still angry. I’m absolutely annoyed! Yet… despite the mortification of her actions, the story he told me has left an impact on me. There is a personality behind the cruelty and rage. If only he wasn’t so despicable. I slip on the gold and grey blue crop top, part of the outfit I had selected today. It pairs with
AGNARR. There is a fine line between showing I am interested in someone and being a little too intrigued, but I want Aslantha to know she is replaceable. Just like almost everyone is. I squeeze her ass and her eyes flash as she adjusts her position away from my cock. What a prude she is. “Let us dine,” I say, my gaze dipping on her fine breasts that are in perfect view. They are fine indeed. I want to fuck her, and I’m tempted to take her out of here and do just that… but it’s probably because I did not fuck last night. I need my daily dose of sex. She still annoys me even if I want to spread her legs and even now, she is giving me a glare as if she wishes to de-scale me inch by inch… I pull her plate closer as a slave places a plate of food before me. Xendaya slowly shifts on my right thigh, but with such a voluptuous behind, she is still pressing against my cock. “You are rather enjoyable to have on my lap,” I whisper into her ear. She turns her face towards me but seems to h
XENDAYA. That was something I did not need to witness… I was partially worried that he’d do something to hurt her, but at the same time, I didn’t know why I even came to check. If I intervened, he would have just attacked me… I don’t even know why it affected me. She is also his wife. His first wife. I’m the second one here… ‘How dare he!’ Shayara growls. I don’t have the energy to argue with her, not when she was team Dragon Dick up until now. ‘You are in time out, remember?’ I say before I shut her off, just wanting some peace in my mind. The fortress suddenly feels too small, and I change course, heading towards the exit of the castle. There are guards stationed here and there, but no one stops me. I’m almost at the front door, the moans and screams of the queen following me. They make me sick. I’m not sure what he is trying to prove, but she sounds like she’s in equal pain and ecstasy. He has no shame… these people are barbaric! I exhale, refusing to get worked up over scu
XENDAYA. We returned to the castle, and I first have a bath. I didn’t realise just how hot it was until I was bathing in the cool water of my bath. I didn’t take too long knowing Agnarr was on his way, and I didn’t want him to come in here whilst I was naked. I get dressed quickly and when I have just finished getting dressed, and Yorna has finished fussing with me, I sense his presence. I frown slightly, remembering what I saw earlier. If he wanted to make her jealous, then he shouldn’t have used me in that attempt. I don’t know what is going on between them, but they clearly like one another. I remain sitting, deciding I’ll also ask if he knows where the pouch Mom gave me is. Surely someone must know, and I don’t think anything gets past him. ‘You are looking for a fight.’ Shayara says. She’s silent and I’m grateful for it, but I know she is a little disheartened. ‘No, I am not. I simply want to know where the little package Mom gave me is.’ The door opens and there he stand
Four years later… “What are you thinking of?” Agnarr asks as he climbs into the lake beside me, his eyes on our children. “I was wondering what the gender of this one might be,” I remark, patting my flat stomach, our fourth child is on the way, although there is still a lot of time yet. Agnarr cocks a brow as he settles against the rocks and moves me in front of him. “A son.” Another son?” I say, looking at our three sons. Each one has dark hair with different shades of green eyes. I see Agnarr in them all. Arkyn is nearly four years old, Fenrir is three and Roald is one and a half. They play in the water, splashing around, and even little Roald splashes powerfully. He is a water dragon and likes to drown his brothers in waves of water. “Yes, I told you, we will have many sons.” I smile, not arguing because so far he has been correct. Plus, a seer we saw said he will indeed have many sons and I am happy to give them to him. Pregnancy got easier each time and with the short spa
XENDAYA. A few weeks have passed, and we are in the new castle that now has been built to the extent that it is liveable, although there is plenty of construction left with help from experts in plumbing and electric work from Clair De Lune. However, enough quarters have been made for some of us and the staff to move in and tonight we are celebrating our victory. Our dead have been buried, our friends have left us to return to their lands, with new oaths of allegiances being forged and life has been good. Dad and Mom returned home too, hoping I’d visit them soon, and Mom promised they would come visit when the little one arrives. Niko was challenging several Alphas who were to try for the title of Alpha of Alphas in a few weeks, but we all know Niko will win. He is powerful. Lycus who had watched the kingdom in their stead also wrote to me. Although he mainly spoke of Niko’s training, I hoped despite our damaged relationship one day we can rebuild it. Callista is enjoying life as
XENDAYA. I awake to the sound of the magical song of an Elven King falling in battle and I do not need to be told in words that Orrian Keyxina, King of Elandorr, has fallen in battle, for this song says it all. Silent tears trickle down my cheeks as I sit up and the two women there instantly bow their heads. I touch my stomach, but I don’t need them to confirm. My baby is perfectly fine, his strong heartbeat thudding powerfully. ‘Our pup is perfectly fine.’ Shayara says softly. ‘We did it Xenie…’ ‘We did’ “Your baby is healthy, My Queen.” The healer says, bowing her head. “And the King?” “Outside with the armies.” She bows her head, and it feels as if a burden has been lifted, but the fear I still possess as I wonder who we have lost makes me worried. I slowly get out of the blanket, and the other healer helps me into a cotton gown. I feel weak, but I am fine. I step out of the tent, slowly making my way towards the large army that has gathered, sprawling out for miles. Tents
AGNARR. The battle cost us, even if victory was ours… Xendaya is in a makeshift tent and a healer has taken a look at her. She and my son are both fine, but she is very weak. She suffered blunt force trauma to her back, which impacted her womb, but she is well - they both are. She was given blood and we now wait until she wakes up. Although I don’t want to leave her, I need to meet the rest of the armies who have gathered. To learn how many we have lost and to thank our allies. Nefzaan’s men who did not surrender were killed, and those who did surrender are being held prisoner until justice is served. ‘Agnarr… where are you?’ Kaizoran’s voice comes. He sounds exhausted. The heavy footfalls from outside prove that a considerable sized army has returned. ‘I am coming.’ I respond, stepping around the corner of the tents. I stop in my tracks, looking at Hazran and Dagnoth’s lifeless bodies that Kaizoran carries. I frown slightly but simply shake my head. Niko is beside him and alth
XENDAYA. ‘Xendaya!’ I hear Agnarr’s shout as my mind spins, before he dives towards me, shifting back to his human form with his wings spread behind him, catching me as he shields me from the assault of boulders and debris that rains down upon us. “Are you alright?” he asks, his hand going to my stomach as he holds me to his chest. “I am. He’s powerful.” I say, coughing and tasting the blood in my mouth. I don’t think I’m alright… I can feel a sharp pain spasming through my lower back and up my spine. ‘He always was. Stay here.’ He commands, his voice shaking with a rage that makes my own heart skip a beat. He puts me down just as Nefzaan attacks. This time Agnarr doesn’t hold back, not restraining how far his flames carry, filling the sky with an orange hue. The ground that is covered in a thick layer of ice now starts to morph into large spikes, “That bastard!” Agnarr snarls, lifting me off the floor as he flies me to safer ground. ‘Let’s end this now…’ I say, ‘Shay… what we
XENDAYA. A smile crosses his handsome face before his aura explodes, and I watch as he transforms into his true and most powerful form. A magnificent black dragon that shines with an emerald hue. The most beautiful and incredible dragon I have ever seen. His magnificent wings beat powerfully, and I grab onto his back and jump on. I was wrong. Agnarr’s dragon is larger than his grandfather's, albeit only by a little. The fading pain in my back is like a memory almost forgotten. We rise above the castle, and I’m focusing on the battle before me. Nothing else is important. Agnarr sends a ball of fire at them, and they counter it swiftly. With every attack Agnarr sends, I am using my abilities to reinforce the fires, pushing them against theirs. The brutal winds are only making the flames spread and with my power combined, they can only duck or try to avoid the deadly flames, yet the way they move, despite their size, is swift, agile and calculated. The Ancient Dragon Flames destroy
ORRIAN. We have succeeded in securing the front, breaking through the castle walls and watching the walls come down. The roar of victory fills the air, and I raise my hand. “Wait! We will not enter until we have the signal.” I say loud and clear, watching the dragons in the air. There’s something strange around the two of them… a dark energy that makes me hesitate. “In that time, take care of the injured.” Someone passes me water and I gulp it down as I search the darkening skies before observing those dragons. There’s some kind of barrier swirling around the area. I watch as several dragons try to hammer against it, but it’s as if there’s an invisible wall… “King Orrian! King Remiel is injured! We are the closest to them. Our soldier has begged for assistance!” I turn sharply, gazing at the wolf who had spoken. Remiel has not signalled… but I can see the truth in the eyes of the man before me. “Hold your position. I want fifty of the strongest with me!” I say, “Khalen, I want
MORGANA. Dragons. They are something different. Fighting against them is not something I have ever experienced, and it is new for me and for our people. They work together with resilience and determination, yet at the same time, if you isolate one, it will still hold against its opponent, with the force of a dozen wolves combined. Their scales and their bodies can take more than other species… The older the dragon… the more powerful it is… and although Agnarr is older than me, he is a baby in comparison to many of his enemies’ men. That is something I noticed. Agnarr leads the younger generation, and although his numbers have grown larger than Nefzaan’s, he does not have age on his side. For those that Nefzaan has recruited under his command are ancient. Xenie… My child, be safe… I pray that Agnarr reaches her. I saw him light the skies on fire earlier, heard his thunderous roar and I can only hope that he has gotten to my daughter. That she is safe. I would question the gods
XENDAYA. I watch as Agnarr’s wings spread behind him, his eyes blazing, those sharp slits fixed on Nefzaan whose rage clashes against Agnarr’s. But power reigns supreme. ‘You should never underestimate the Kingslayer!’ Nefzaan snarls as he spreads his wings, his voice reverberating around us. I can see smoke in the distance, see the battle commencing, and Shayara snarls, her anger and power radiating through me. ‘We must be ready to rejoin the battle,’ she growls. I nod. Even if Agnarr expects me to stay out of the way, it will not happen. He has fought alone before and even now when it feels he will succeed, Nefzaan is too calm and that is why we are partners… This is our battle to be fought as one. Together. I just need energy… and a little time to heal. I look down at Liya, who is alive but unconscious, much to my relief. Taking a deep breath, I stretch my leg which is healing, feeling the throbbing pain slowly ease up. Just a little while longer… Nefzaan is not a reckless