The Awoken: Freedom (Draft)

Chapter 4: Nevien Amaral

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Early morning, Lucius pestered Dmitry again. He beckoned his Chief to join him in a side room for privacy. Dmitry feigned he spoke to his captain about staying for four or six moons to aide him in producing an heir. He paused when Lucius belted out a laugh that trembled the walls, "Typical of you to allow a woman to call the shots. Women are pathetic. They serve one purpose and one purpose only. Procreation." The dragon kept laughing as if Nora's position was a joke, "Does your commander fancy her? Perhaps he wants her to have a taste of power. Thick and muscular than the typical woman." Lucius shrugged, revealing a hint of disgust, "I find it... ridiculous."

Dmitry bit his tongue, contemplating what he should say. As much as the two bickered, he respected Nora like every other man and woman in the fortress. His nostrils flared for a moment, mentally recollecting himself, "Is this why you found yourself a male partner?"

This only brought on more laughter from Lucius; the dragon wiping his eye. "No. I don't have love in my heart. You know that. Sex is just sex. Necessary to make a child." Much of the politeness was quickly fading as he grew comfortable around his Chief.

Lucius revealed a sickening smirk, "I've been thinking of emasculating him, but I wanted to save it as a well-deserved punishment." When the necromancer raised a brow, he continued. "Dmitrius, you don't understand what I have to deal with. He can be a handful and a deceitful little brat. As stoic as his face may be, you'll quickly find he's... hm, an endearing little monster."

Dmitry had to rewind the conversation, "I'm sorry, Lucius. Emasculate... what do you mean that?"

"It means I want to chop his balls and dick off Chief." Dmitry's eyes squinted in disgust before he could mask the emotion. "My little Nevien doesn't need it, anyway."

When the necromancer remained silent, Lucius continued to babble, "Many Nihonjin males experience a similar fate. If their purpose is not to breed, they're...cleaned up." He snickered, finding the thought humorous. "Even the women have to be cut and cleaned to be made proper... women at birth. Either way, they end up basically in the same situation. One hole, good for fucking for pleasure or for slave fodder to keep the industry alive."

"Hm... perhaps I could finally dispose of him and rid of the headache once and for all." The Grand Chief was left speechless, paling a bit at the thought. Lucius easily picked up on his discomfort, leaning in to ask, "What's wrong? Aware of your manhood?" The dragon let out another laugh, glaring down at the older Bloodbeast with a crooked smile.

Dmitry let out a nervous laugh, feeling the tips of his fingers tremble in a hint of fear. Lucius caught a whiff, smirking down at him. He finally answered, "This conversation would make any man uncomfortable." An additional anxious laugh followed, a knot forming in the bit of his stomach, unable to keep eye contact with the dragon. Internally, Dmitry jolted when Lucius slapped over his back in a friendly manner. The booming laughter rang in the older beast's ears, heart thrashing like mad within his chest.

"Ah, Dmitrius." Once more, Lucius grew dangerously near the necromancer Dmitry instinctually looking the other way with submissive eyes. "You should fear me." He closed his eyes when he felt Lucius's hot, smoky breath over his cheek and pointed ear. "I'm glad you know who the alpha is here." The dragon whispered, a manic chuckle ringing in his ears before the Dragonite retracted.

Another aggressive pat over Dmitry's shoulder mounts and the dragon went about his day. He paused at the doorway, "I expect you to send a hawk by this evening to your commander." His mighty hands curled behind his back, looking over his shoulder to glare at the puny necromancer, "Let me know when you finished your first order, Chief."