Descendants of the Dragons

Unveiling

Kael carried Mei Lin back to his chambers, her small form nestled securely in his arms. The warmth of his coat still clung to her, a temporary shield against the cold reality that awaited her. As he pushed open the heavy door to his room, he was met with an unexpected sight—Princess SoKael lounged casually in a chair, her legs draped over the table as if she owned the place.

"Get out!" Kael's voice was sharp, leaving no room for argument.

But the princess only smirked, unbothered by his command. "Nope, not gonna do that! I brought you a little something for your new toy," she said, her tone dripping with amusement.

Mei Lin flinched at the word "toy." The realization hit her hard—she was nothing more than a plaything to the prince. Would she meet the same fate as the concubine in the garden when he grew tired of her? Fear and uncertainty gnawed at her heart.

With a mischievous grin, SoKael reached into a bag beside her and pulled out a delicate dress, holding it up for Kael to see. "She does need something to wear," Kael thought, unable to deny that the dress was perfect for her. He could already imagine how it would cling to her figure, accentuating her innocence while hinting at the woman she could become under his care.

"Leave it and get out," Kael commanded again, his patience wearing thin.

But SoKael only chuckled. "I'll leave quickly if you let me have a little fun with her first."

Kael hesitated, then gently set Mei Lin down on a chair, taking a seat opposite her. He gestured to his sister, a silent acknowledgement that she could proceed, though his eyes never left Mei Lin's face.

Like a child discovering a new toy, SoKael approached Mei Lin and removed the coat that had been covering her. Beneath the fabric of her dress, SoKael could see her body's contours, her pale skin and pink nipples, which hardened under the princess's gaze. Mei Lin's head dropped in shame, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

"A virgin, I suppose," SoKael murmured, brushing her fingers across Mei Lin's nipples. The touch sent a shiver down Mei Lin's spine, and she bit her lip to suppress a whimper.

"A virgin?" SoKael repeated, glancing back at Kael, who remained silent. But his silence was answer enough.

"Look at these adorable breasts, Kael," SoKael teased, her hand suddenly grasping one. Mei Lin gasped, her body reacting to the unexpected touch.

"Hands off, SoKael," Kael growled, his voice filled with a warning.

But SoKael ignored him, continuing her exploration. Her hands wandered over Mei Lin's body, caressing her stomach before moving to her inner thighs. With a quick movement, she spread Mei Lin's legs over the arms of the chair, her fingers sliding toward the last piece of clothing protecting her modesty.

Kael watched, his eyes burning with a mix of anger and something darker, something primal. Mei Lin's heart raced, her thoughts spiralling into panic as she realized how exposed she was.

"M-my lord..." Mei Lin's voice trembled as she called out to Kael, her eyes pleading for help.

Princess SoKael's voice was a sultry whisper. "It's just your master here... Come on, show him. Let's prepare you for him to enjoy."

Mei Lin's pleas went unheard as SoKael continued her teasing, her fingers sliding under Mei Lin's underwear. The princess began kissing her neck, sending a jolt of electricity through Mei Lin's body. Her entire form felt like it was on fire, every touch heightening her awareness of the situation.

"Oh my, you're so cute and innocent..." SoKael purred, her fingers playing with the sensitive button of flesh over Mei Lin's panties.

Mei Lin squirmed, her body betraying her as wetness pooled between her thighs. Kael's gaze was intense, watching every reaction, every twitch of her body. He could see everything—the way her nipples hardened, her legs trembled, and how her panties grew wetter by the second. He knew Mei Lin was reaching her limit.

"SoKael!" Kael's voice rang out suddenly, filled with anger this time. "Get out! Leave us alone!"

SoKael pouted, but there was a glint of satisfaction in her eyes as she stood up. "I suppose she's ready now," she said with a laugh, giving Mei Lin one last lingering touch before she exited the room. As she left, she threw a final remark over her shoulder, "Serve him well, little toy."

The door closed behind her, leaving Mei Lin and Kael alone in the room. Mei Lin's heart pounded in her chest, her body still tingling from SoKael's ministrations. She was confused, scared, and unsure of what to expect next.

Kael rose from his chair and walked over to Mei Lin, his expression unreadable. He gently cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs brushing away the tears that had begun to fall. His voice, when he spoke, was surprisingly gentle. "You are mine. No one will touch you but me. Do you understand?"

Mei Lin nodded, too overwhelmed to speak. Kael's touch was tender, but his words held a possessiveness that both frightened and comforted her. She was his now, and whatever that meant, she knew there was no turning back.

Kael leaned down, his lips brushing against her forehead in a gesture that was almost tender.
"Change into the dress." He watched as she changed.