The Dragon King's Servant: Rise of the Daemon King

Chapter Eighteen: Ruling doubts

Melanie rolled out of bed and glanced at the empty side. For a brief moment, she felt panic rise up. Doubts plagued her mind. 'Had it been a dream? Was it all some fictitious illusion?' She shoved the thoughts away and reached for the bond. Touching her fingers to the collar, her consciousness sank into the bond. Like an invisible cord that connected her to Lucian and him to her, she felt the steady and strong pulse of life. Relief washed over her and she flopped back to the bed.

A tear welled up in her eye and she made quick work of wiping it away. 'I am not going to lose him.' She told herself. 'I will not lose him.' With a deep breath, feeling the panic subside, she stood up and headed for the shower to get ready for the day.

*****

Kelly had gotten used to all the ways she could be used. Since the age of twenty-two, she had given into her more lustful desires. At the time, the KCC on earth had been the only outlet. Offering herself as a cum slut in a variety of ways had sated her. However, there was more to her physical relationship with Maalceus. The bond they shared was more than skin on skin. It was an exchange of energy and consciousness.

She could feel his pleasure just as easily as her own. Which is why she loved the deep throat. When his erection was sheathed all the way, she could feel a fraction of his pleasure and that in turn brought her to the edge of climaxing over and over again.

*****

As Maaltaire and Lucian sat down in the dining hall, a scatter of a dozen guards along with them, Lynx wandered out looking a little tired. The furry advisor, with his brown and gray fur looking a little gnarled, walked out wearing a pair of loose black pants with a white and gold shirt trimmed shirt. He sank onto the bench and groaned. Lucian smirked and elbowed Maaltaire who knew the advisors weekly habits.

One of which was going to the VKC, though that was normally later on rather than early.

"Had yourself a long evening?" Lucian asked.

Lynx ran a hand over his furry feline face and looked back at him with an unamused expression.

"I celebrated the return of my king. Don't go judging me for my choice of celebration."

"Me?" Lucian asked, mock insult on his face. "I would never judge you."

"Good. Mr. I have a dungeon all of my own." Lynx retorted.

"Someone is a bit feisty." Lucian replied.

Lynx let out a long sigh and nodded.
"I have not eaten since the day before last. Things sort of got a little...heavy yesterday. I didn't have time to eat."

"No I bet you did not." Lucian replied. "Well, once you get all rested and take care of the ravished attitude, perhaps we can discuss some things."

"Agreed." Lynx replied, lazily bobbing his head. "There is much to catch you up on."

"I know." Lucian's grin fell, "a fact that I am growing to grasp with each passing minute."

Lynx pulled himself from his hungry stooper and looked at his king and friend.
"Things will not be so bad. It'll just take some adjustments."

"I know. I am not upset. I am thrilled to see the way that things have turned out." Lucian smiled.

Lynx had known Lucian for a decent portion of his long life. In that time, he had seen and come to understand most of Lucian's emotions. Those hidden and not.

"Then what is it?" He asked.

"Something that the lady of the land said to me."

Maaltaire's eyes went wide.
"Wait! The lady? Like...deity of the land? Goddess of the world? That lady?" Maaltaire asked.

"Yes, that lady." Lucian replied. "She told me that I and my father before my own, had broken a system. Melanie had fixed it. But..."

"You doubt your ruling?" Lynx asked, bewildered at the thought.

Lucian shrugged; "If I was part of the original problem that broke the world, should I really rule?"

"Yes." Maaltaire answered. "The world, this kingdom and its laws have changed. This is the opportunity to turn over a new leaf. To make a fresh start. We can walk you through everything. Teach you every law and every factor behind its making. You are reborn and so is this kingdom. Take your place on that throne and rule it with fresh eyes my king. If a world ruled by old blood and old families can start over new, so can you."

Lucian and Lynx shared a smirk and nodded.

"See why he was appointed as political chief?" Lynx asked.

"Oh yeah, definitely a wicked tongue."