Isn't he adorable? XD
XENDAYA. His words echo loudly in my mind as I stare at his hand that is gently caressing my stomach. My heart thumping loudly as his words finally sink in. I’m pregnant. Goddess… I’m pregnant?! I don’t…. “How do you know?” I ask, trying to think straight, as his lips send delicious tingles through me. “Because I am his father, and when I touched your belly, I felt the flames of my son.” “Or daughter,” I say, trying to get my head around this. How did this happen? ‘We tasted the lollipop!’ Shayara says, suddenly awake. ‘I know that” But didn’t you know that I’m pregnant?’ I ask her. ‘No…’ she sounds confused. ‘But it is extremely early days.’ That made sense… I don’t even hear a heartbeat… “Or daughter, but I know it’s a son.” He says with confidence, his lips grazing my neck as he kisses me teasingly. “We’ll see,” I reply, my stomach fluttering at the thought of a child… our child. I’m pregnant. Goddess… The thought makes my head spin and I exhale shakily, leaning back
XENDAYA. It’s a while later and although I am ready, Yorna said I must wait for a bit before I can head to the grand hall, so instead I decide to stop at the hospital wing. “But My Queen, you have just gotten dressed so beautifully,” Yorna says, bowing her head low. I look down at the outfit I’m wearing. They have dressed me up with extravagant jewellery and hair ornaments too, adding to the gorgeous outfit that Agnarr had selected for me. My make-up is smoky and dark and my nails are painted black. “I don’t care. I am not going to stand around and do nothing.” I reply, adjusting the chain around my waist. “Why is this celebration so important?” “It is for you,” she repeats, the same thing Hirelda and Karza kept saying. “Yes, but why?” “The King will explain.” She bows low and I sigh, feeling a little annoyed. I clearly won’t get answers here. “Ok never mind, let’s just go to the hospital.” I declare, leading the way out of my room. Hazran and Dagnoth are standing guard, rela
AGNARR. There is no finer beauty than a woman whose eyes are filled with emotions that you have invoked… I smirk as I step back and take hold of her wrist. “Come, let's dine.” She nods, her heart skipping a beat and once again I’m caught in how breath-taking she looks. The outfit clings to her curves oh-so-fucking perfectly and those dark red lips are begging to be kissed. “It’s nice to see the women and children of the kingdom here too,” she says as we walk down the middle of the hall and onto the dais. “Well, I did think women and wine might be fitting but since this is your celebration, I thought it was more to your preference,” I reply with a small smirk. “Ah yes, wine and women are your favourite.” She replies with a small smile on her face as she rolls her eyes. We stop before the dais where a second throne identical to mine is now placed beside mine and I lead her to it. Of course, this is an event for the entire kingdom to celebrate together and I heard from several sou
XENDAYA. When Agnarr returned to the hall, he came in with an entirely different mood. I don’t know where he went, but whatever happened has left him troubled and angry, even if he’s trying to hide it. He had been gone for the entirety of the meal and had given clear orders for everyone to start eating in his absence, but although I waited and hoped he’d return, he didn’t until now. I am beginning to pick up on the signs when something is bothering him. The way his eyes become cold, his shoulders tense, and the smirk on his face is almost non-existent and doesn’t reach his eyes. He exchanges a few words with someone, but it’s obvious he is no longer in the mood to enjoy the evening. I sigh inwardly wishing that wasn’t the case; the evening had started off to a good start. I observe him and he glances up at me and suddenly I hope he’s able to calm down and enjoy the remainder of the night and that whatever is on his mind has not ruined this for him. He was definitely in a good mo
AGNARR. As good as she feels in my lap, this is my chance to learn more about what goes through that mind of hers. She is a puzzle, one I want to learn every piece to, mentally as well as physically, of course. Her body is made to be pleasured and I plan to do just that… but first, I need to learn what puzzle fills her mind. Pulling away from her neck, my gaze dips to her breasts and I run my hand down her waist. “Tell me then, what is it that you want to know?” I ask, breaking the intense pull between us. She’s silent for a moment as she runs her fingers through my hair, a move that I enjoy. Not many would dare to try, and I disliked a woman touching me unless I gave them permission. “There’s two of us in your life, Leinaar, and me. I respect that your culture is one where multiple wives are common, but I would prefer if you could have set days for both of us.” That was not what I was expecting her to say. She sighs softly as she continues. “Where I want you to make sure that
XENDAYA. My heart pounds as he kisses me. There’s something painstakingly slow about it, yet the way his hands are digging into me, roaming my skin hungrily, and kneading my skin are clear signs that this man wants me. I feel Shayara relinquish control despite remaining at the forefront of my mind. Her contentment and approval are intense, but I do feel elated. What I had been uncertain to ask, she had done it with ease. She’s already more comfortable with him, whilst I am holding back, fearing to surrender my heart or say exactly what was on my mind. She did it… With every inch of willpower, I can muster, I slowly pull back, my nose brushing his as I gaze up into those yellowy-green eyes. “And just in case you think only Shayara is possessive, it’s not true… I am as well.” I whisper, wanting to say what I feel. A sexy smirk crosses his lips as his hand wraps around my throat. “Then tell me how you feel with these plump lips that I will soon put to good use…” he murmurs, his ga
AGNARR. The moment those words left her lips, a slew of emotions tore through me, and I was no longer able to hold back the pent-up emotions within me. Hooking my hands around her lush thick thighs, I yank the lower half of her body off the bed and bury my face into her pussy, plunging my tongue deep into her folds. She tastes divine and I am a beast starved of what I desire. I eat her out, guided by her moans and gasps, and despite the pleasure that I am consumed by, I pay attention to exactly what makes her moan louder, and it doesn’t take long for me to assault her just the way she likes. “Agnarr… fuck baby…” she whimpers, making me smirk. “Oh, fuck- nhh!” Her cheeks are flushed, and she cries out as I increase my speed, feeling her body react. She’s close to coming. I’m going to make her come and then I’m going to fuck her before she can even get her breath back. Tonight, My Dragonette will not sleep… Her eyes roll as pure euphoria is displayed on her face as her orgasm hit
AGNARR. “Fuck…” she whimpers, sticking her tongue out as she grabs my cock, sucking me off before she licks the tip clean, swallowing the last few beads of white seed. “Delicious…” she whispers, licking her lips as she climbs to her knees. Her arms lock around my neck and I pull her close, claiming her lips in a bruising rough kiss. ‘Nowhere near as delicious as you…’ She drives me insane… fucking insane and I can’t get enough. The taste of blood fills my mouth as I ravish her mouth, sucking hard on her tongue when she tries to put up a fight. I bite down on her lip, sucking the blood from it as she moans erotically. I feel her teeth growing before she bites into my lip, sucking hard. Her moans only getting louder once more and only when I run my fingers between her ass does she whimper, letting go. “Tell me… did you like it when I fucked your ass?” I whisper, wanting to do so again. She blushes, but she nods firmly as she parts her legs slightly, allowing me to press my finger
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