Page 43 of The Dragon King’s Pet

“I know that, Lazarus. I know what a female in heat needs. But she is still so young…”

“She is in heat,” Lazarus repeated yet again. “And she is well into human maturity, as well as dragon maturity. You must know, no female comes into heat until she is mature. If you do not take her now, she will attract every noble in the castle. She will sneak out and mate with them one by one. They will drench her with their seed… of course that may be best… you have your lineage to think of.”

“Enough, Lazarus,” Casimer snarled. “I will not have her at the center of a breeding circle. Of course I will not. She is mine and I will take her. But just because she is in her first heat it does not mean she needs to be mated. It will pass.”

“It could take weeks to pass, sire,” Lazarus said. “She will find herself in this desperate state hour after hour…”

“And that is why you will guard her. You are the one man I can trust to resist her charms. I cannot resist in this moment. Her cries. Her scent…”

“My liege, it is cruelty itself to leave her in this state,” Lazarus said. “I have seen females in heat perform dangerous acts to get the seed their bodies crave. You cannot think this is something you can avoid…”

“I think she is eighteen years old. I think she is too young to be a potential mother, especially to a royal brood. I think her future lies long ahead of her. I think she should have some choice in that future, and I think she will have no choice once she becomes princess. I took her to prevent her dismemberment by those animals who call themselves mankind. I did not take her to fuck her without regard for the consequences,” Casimer growled. “Now watch her. I will be taking an ice bath.”

With that, he tore himself away from Lazarus and the room that held the one thing he desired most in all creation.

* * *

Mika did not know why she had been left tied to the stool. She did not know where Casimer had gone. Her mind was fuzzy with the lust that had come on quite suddenly, leaving her entirely at its mercy.

“Please…” she moaned to the empty room. “Come and get me… take me… fuck me…”

It was not Casimer, but Lazarus who entered the room. He untied her and allowed her to stand without so much as a word. Compelled by her rampant lust she pushed her body against his clothed form instantly, grinding against his thigh. Pure instinct had taken over, leaving her without boundaries of any kind.

“Fuck me, Lazarus,” she breathed against his neck. She could not help herself. She wanted a thick, hard dragon cock to spew its seed inside her. She wanted to be fucked and filled. She wanted to be thrown on her back and taken roughly, her dripping sex flooded with the cum her womb craved.

“Enough,” Lazarus said, catching her up in a grip of submission, his hand locked on the back of her neck. “You are owned by the king. Any man who so much as breathes in your direction without permission is risking his head.”

“Casimer won’t take me…” she said, grinding her hips against his with a lewd rutting gesture.

“You are not in your right mind,” Lazarus replied. “You hate me, Mika.”

“I don’t have to like you to fuck you. Traci said hate sex is good.”

“I do not know who Traci is, but this person is not giving you good information,” Lazarus replied, twisting her around so that she could not press her sex against him. Mika could not help the writhing motion of her hips any more than she could help the stiffness of her nipples, the wetness of her pussy, or her mind-altering need for sexual contact.

Lazarus growled deep in his throat. “Stop your squirming,” he snarled. “Or I will not be responsible for what happens.”

“Fuck me!”

She was swept off her feet and deposited on the bed. The Lord Lazarus looked down at her with his dark eyes full of some nefarious purpose. She could feel it emanating from him, but she did not care.

“You do need to be fucked,” he said. “But not by me. You need to be fucked by a line of men, Mika. There are dozens of nobles in this castle, each with stiff rods to poke you. That is what you want, isn’t it?”

“Casimer…” she moaned. “Where is Casimer?”

“Don’t worry about Casimer,” Lazarus said, picking her up. He tossed her over his shoulder, her wet pussy leaking juices down her inner thighs as she tried to buck and grind herself even in that position. “Casimer will not worry about you once you have been mated properly, once he sees that you are truly just another lowborn womb seeking to be filled.”

“What are you doing… where are we going…” Mika’s lustful confusion left her dazed and questioning the strange motion she was now enduring draped over Lazarus’ back.

“I’ve been waiting for this,” Lazarus confessed. “Since you came, so pretty, distracting the king. The throne will fall to me, not one of your half-blood breed. I will have you fucked a hundred times by a hundred men. I will have you dripping with their seed, and I will ensure that Casimer never, ever looks at you again. Once you are thoroughly defiled…”

“Put her down, Lazarus. Now!”

Casimer’s voice came in a fearsome growl. The doorway that had been empty a moment before now held the figure of an angry king, two dozen of his guard behind him. They were large men, but they looked diminutive compared to his fierce form.

Lazarus dropped Mika onto the bed, still squirming with the force of her heat. She ran to Casimer and was enveloped immediately in his arms, hiding her face against his chest and drawing deep breaths of his scent to calm herself.

“After centuries of loyalty, you turn traitor,” he snarled. “And for what? The crown was never going to be yours. How could you have allowed yourself to believe such a thing?”