Page 31 of The Dragon King’s Pet

“You’re all virgins!? I can’t believe it!” Mika exclaimed.

“We only come into season a few times,” a maid named Lythia was explaining. “If we mate then, we conceive. But it only happens around twenty-five years of age. Before that there’s no need to have sex.”

“What about the men? Don’t they like to have sex?”

“The men take their turns with the women who come into heat,” Lythia said. “There are hundreds of women in the city, so one or other of them comes into heat regularly. The males will mate with her until she is out of heat…”

“That is quite enough of a lesson,” Casimer said, entering the room before the maids could fill his pet’s head with any more stories. “Attend to your duties, please, ladies.”

The servants scattered in an instant, leaving Mika sitting on a couch looking curious and excited.

“Is that true? Do you all mate females in a group?”

“It is not what will happen to you,” Casimer said firmly. “You are mine and mine alone.”

“But the servants?”

“When they come into season, they will find suitable mates. Some will choose single males. Others will take a more… inclusive approach to conception. Either method is acceptable. Most servants will find themselves a single mate. It is better for them in the long run. Richer women take advantage of larger groups…”

“Things are so weird here,” Mika said. “I swear… so weird. Traci would love it though. Are you sure I can’t have her come and visit?”

“Your friend would die within minutes of arriving here,” Casimer reminded her. “This is a dangerous realm for those of pure human blood. You must make do with those who are here. And I must say, you are doing so admirably. But… I warn you, pet… you cannot distract the servants when they should be working. The maids all have their work to do. If they do not do it, they are punished. You do not want to get them into trouble, do you?”

“Well, no,” Mika said. “But I don’t have anyone else to talk to. The nobles all look at me like I’m something they scraped off their shoe. They think I’m an animal. At least the servants talk to me like a person. And they remind me of my friends back home.”

“Your friends, from what I saw, were bad influences,” Casimer said. “Here, you seem to be the bad influence.”

Mika’s smile indicated that she liked that. His words had the precise opposite effect from what he had intended. His observations of her before she arrived in his realm were of a largely obedient young woman who was involved with the wrong people. Oversexed, under-supervised young men and women with far too much money. He had assumed that with enough structure and discipline, she would soon return to a placid, obedient state. But that was not happening. Instead she was becoming a ringleader among the innocent, sheltered maids who were spending their early womanhood serving in Casimer’s household.

“It is not a good thing, to be a bad influence,” he said in serious tones. “It will only earn you punishment. If the maids begin to behave badly, I will hold you accountable.”

“That’s not fair!”

“They are under the misapprehension that you are more powerful than they,” Casimer said. “Instead of seeing you as my pet, they seem to see you as…”

“As what?”

He could not answer the question directly. It was obvious how they saw Mika—as a princess in the royal household. Treating her as a pet had no impact on her natural charm, grace, and poise. She carried herself as though she were bred to the nobility, and the maids reacted to that. Quite naturally, and without any effort at all, Mika had built up a little coterie.

“They see you as someone to admire and emulate,” he said, skirting the greater issue. “And I think you know that.”

“Well, what am I supposed to do? I am all alone here,” she complained. “I rarely see you… you’re always so busy…”

“Ah. You need some attention, pet. Very well, let me give you some attention…”

With that he swept her over his knee, her beautiful squirming form bringing his cock to life in an instant.

“Not this kind of attention!” Mika gasped, reaching her hand back to cover her bottom.

“Oh, not this kind?” Casimer drawled with amusement. “But this seems to be the kind you need, after making the servants late for their work.”

“No! This isn’t the kind I need…” She let out an adorable little whimper. “I have been good, Casimer.”

“Hmm… have you now.” He smoothed his hand over her rump and waited for her plea. He did not have to wait long.

“I have been so good,” she gasped.

“That is true,” he said. “So tell me, pet, what do you want? What kind of attention do you need?”