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

Chapter Twenty-Seven: New trick

Neither Shauna nor Timdal, had noticed Krystal until she stormed in. The Kuri woman was not terribly tall, nor all that large in any way, shape or form. She was slender and petite. Yet she had the voice of a tyrant and the persona of a tsunami when she became angry or upset. As Krystal went off on her father, Shauna was glad it was him and not her that was receiving her fury.

"Seriously?" Krystal shouted. "Where do you get the nerve?"

"I am your father!" Timdal bellowed as though that was all the reason he needed to end an argument before it started. It wasn't.

"Yes. You are and I love you for that." Her voice softened slightly but the edge in her tone remained sharp as a blade. "Be that as it may. You do not! Get to control who I see and who I do not." She snapped.

"She brings trouble and pain." He retorted, thrusting a soot covered finger in Shauna's direction.

"She is royalty. Of course there will be trouble." Krystal replied.

"And you need none of it. We need none of it." Timdal said, voice fierce.

"We?" Krystal asked, thin blue eyebrows raised. "I did not know you were romantically engaged with Lady Drakkon."

Timdal's face crumpled in on itself like a deflated ball.

"I am in no such thing." He replied.

"Then butt the fuck out!" Krystal snapped. "You want what is best for me but only as you see it. What about what I want? What about what I feel is right?"

Timdal gripped his hammer, unrelenting in his stance. He wanted to believe that he knew what was best for his daughter. As he looked at Shauna, he felt like he was right. He felt like despair would fall upon his daughter and no matter how many toes he stepped on. No matter how many lines he crossed. He would do whatever it took to keep his daughter safe and happy. Even if that meant jeopardizing her current happiness.

"Lady Drakkon. I ask that you remove yourself from this establishment. Immediately." Timdal said, voice dark and low.

Krystal looked from Shauna to her father in absolute bewilderment.

"So be it." Shauna replied, turned and looked at Krystal. "I'm truly sorry."

Krystal trembled as she watched Shauna walk out.

*****

Lucian sat in the obsidian chair once the throne room had been cleared. 'Has it really been fifty years?' He wondered, sitting in a chair that seemed only a day ago he had seen. He looked over at Melanie who offered him a comforting smile.

"It all still seems so strange? Doesn't it?"

He nodded. His mind still told him only a day had passed but his soul told him otherwise. His soul still felt the passage of time.

"I just need to move past it. Fifty years has come and gone. The world has changed and I need to change with it." He said, a waver of confidence in his tone.

Melanie slid out of her chair and stood in front of him. Like the colors of a fading sunset, Melanie's dress shifted from a bright icy blue to a soft violet before shifting to purple. With casual grace, she lifted the straps up and let the fabric fall away. As it left her body, crumbling at her feet, the colored fabric returned to a bland white tone. Lucian stared at her in loving affection. Fifty years had not touched her in any way. The bond they shared kept her immortal.

She was still slender and curvaceous. Her breasts were as perky as her ass cheeks and her gaze still reflected the same desire she had felt since day one. Melanie felt that dominant presence fall over her and just like the very first day, she felt eager to please. Eager to obey. Eager to submit to her one and only master. She crouched down between his thick muscular thighs and took his semi-hardness into her mouth. With a smirk, she exhaled cool air that was frosty and chilled. He wiggled back in sudden surprise of the chilled breath.

"That's a nice trick." He growled.

"Oh, master. I have learned many more." She replied and took his growing erection into her mouth and started sucking.

Gently she massaged his cock with her tongue and lips, coaxing it into fullness. Lucian placed a hand on her head as he felt himself grow inside her mouth. Melanie pulled at her draconic senses and used a breathing technique which allowed her to open her nostrils and breathe more easily. As she felt her master's hardness growing thicker and longer, filling up her throat, she drew in a deep breath and started throat fucking him.

Lucian groaned in pure bliss. The feeling of his slave's tight throat around his swelling erection was divine. Made only better by the fact that she was stroking him with her lips and tongue while fucking him with her throat. The first pulse took her by surprise and she didn't wait as she pulled away and got up.

"May I have your hands my lord?"

Lucian offered his splayed hands to her and taking them for balance, she stood up on the chair and lowered herself down onto his stiff penis. As his broad rigid head filled her pussy, a pleasure unlike anything else, washed through her.

"Yes master." She exhaled, staring into his garnet red eyes which burned with passion. "I missed you."

Lucian controlled himself as he allowed her to ride him. Slowly at first, until she got more comfortable and found a steady pace. He watched his cock disappear inside of her. Her labia swaddling his cock each time she slid up, only to go back down.

"I have missed you greatly." He replied.