XENDAYA. I pull open the pouch and take out the little cloth-wrapped item inside. What is this? I’m not sure it’s been opened, as it’s still bound tightly with the string, but I’m sure he must have examined it. I doubt he’d just give me something without checking. He doesn’t trust me, and I don’t blame him for it, because I do hate him. ‘I hate him too.’ Shayara growls. I don’t know why him fucking Aslantha affected her so much, but it did. Unwrapping the item, I look down on an amulet of some kind. From the style and craftsmanship, I can tell it’s from the Sanguine Empire. It’s a dark antique silver metal wrapped around a ruby diamond in the centre. Flipping it over, I can see the inscriptions on the back. I read the words. Mom made sure we knew this language. An amulet that is said to grant a level of protection to the wearer. I smile softly. For Mom to give me this, just shows how worried she must have been, she isn’t the type to believe in protective magic or rely on them

XENDAYA. Chief Haizhar might just be one of those people you end up liking. He loves to talk, and even the dumbest person in the room would know he is anything but sly and cunning. He says things as he thinks them, even if some can be quite blunt. His fascination with Clair De Lune makes me enjoy talking about the kingdom even more. It is incredible how isolated the Dragons have remained from the other kingdoms, caught up in their own war. “So, you simply stroll down the road and can pluck a mango from the tree, and no one will want to chop your hand for thieving?” I smile. “In some places, yes, although mangos are rarer in the capital. As long as we aren’t stealing from the trees on other’s lands. You are an earth dragon. How is your land?” I ask. His jovial grin falters, and he sighs heavily. “Riddled with war, we are stuck between intense heat and intense cold. As earth Dragons, we can control the earth. I can make the ground beneath us open up, but it does not mean I can repl

AGNARR. I sit upon the highest roof of my fortress, staring out at the land that I call mine. Barren, dangerous and extremely hot. My people are tolerating this place despite its shortcomings. Perhaps one day soon I can move them to a better land. My mood is dark tonight. I do not know why I am disappointed; she did as I asked and showed respect before the chiefs; it is all; I was foolish to think there was more. But I did not disrespect her, yet she refused me. What is this? Where one cannot even bed his wife. Clearly, she-wolves are rebellious and do not show their men any respect. I frown, my irritation rising. I don’t know how much longer I will tolerate her disrespect. I know I said that I would not go to her, but that was before I gave her my blood. Now I wish to have a taste of her. Irritation ripples through me as her words replay in my mind. ‘Yes, yes you do…’ I disgust her… My eyes blaze as I glare down at the grounds, keeping my simmering anger reigned in. Her co

XENDAYA. This is better than any fantasy my mind could conjure up. Perhaps a little more than I bargained for but I revel in the bliss of the pain. Crave the sting of his teeth as they graze my skin, the heat of my mouth tasting my flesh. Sizzling hot pleasure ripples through me as he sucks hard on my neck, the pain a guarantee it’ll leave a mark. A muffled moan escapes me as he continues to assault my neck with rough kisses. Each one pulling me into the abyss of pleasure that his anger is promising me. The pain is intense, but it’s overpowered by the pleasure of his touch, and just when I feel it is getting too much, my nails dig into his arms as I try to push him away, he moves back, letting go of my face. I’m left standing there extremely breathless as his gaze rakes over me for a second before he's reaching for me again. I don't fight him, I want this, want him even if it's just for one night. He rips my top off. My breasts spill from my top, and he hums in approval but before

XENDAYA. I can’t help but moan, drowning in pleasure. A part of me is going crazy trying to understand, but it’s only a small part as I drown in pleasure as he begins to play with my clit. The feeling of having someone’s tongue on my pussy whilst having a cock inside of me… it’s unexplainable and… and… I’m enjoying it… “Oh, fuck… That’s it…” I hear myself moan. Kaizoran moves back only for Dagnoth steps forward. His hands grip my hips, kneading them as he instantly buries his face in my pussy. His tongue is rougher than Kaizoran’s but the pleasure is just as intense as he thrusts it into me, eating me out like he is starved. My release begins building once more. As Agnarr speeds up I’m unable to focus on anything, vaguely realising Dagnoth has moved back and Hazran steps forward. “My Beautiful Queen… finally.” He whispers, kissing my collarbone before he grabs my breasts fondling them. “You have done a number on her Agnarr…” I hear him chuckle before his tongue presses flat fr