Amara willingly sacrificed herself to the dragons to save her circle of villages. She was her village headman's daughter and the right age, so she had to lead by example. Expecting death since she hit puberty, Amara wasn't ready to look forward to t...
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Daichi lounged back as he watched the dancers trying to entice him. He wore a small smile meant to give them the idea that he was enjoying their performance. In truth, he was bored.
"Enticing aren't they?" His friend Kaori grinned at him.
"Yes." He agreed, keeping his eyes fixed on them.
He'd seen these type of dances a thousand times. Nothing they could do would ever entice him anymore. As expected, they were beautiful but in a world where males far outnumbered females, he was spoiled. Maybe that's why they failed to arouse him as they should.
Every single one of them hoped he'd react to them get the mating call and make them the next empress. He hated the avarice. Daichi knew if his mate was draconian, he was likely to have one more interested in his title than him.
One thing they never seemed to realise, titles didn't make anyone happy. His parents were a clear example but he constantly had to put up with these females scheming to get to him. He couldn't even eat any food without testing it for some love potion. Something his mother, much as he loved her, had managed on his father. He couldn't even sleep with them for the same reason.
Kaori didn't understand, his friend actually thought Daichi was on some celibacy vow. But after nearly mating a woman who'd used sex magic on him, he'd forgone the whole sex. Which meant he was horny as hell.
Secretly, Daichi hoped his mate wouldn't be of his race of dragons. That he'd have the same fortune the dragon lord of the blacks had had last year. Though without having his mate kidnapped in the process. Maybe he should talk to one of the princes so that he could sate himself on one of their females. They wouldn't be as greedy right?
Okay so maybe he didn't believe that. He was sure any dragon woman would take the chance to sink their claws into him. He shuddered at the thought. So at the very young age of 278, he wanted nothing more than to have a mate.
"Which one will you have?" His friend asked.
"You know better." Daichi replied, his tone languid to disguise how frustrated he was.
"More for me." His friend grinned then stood up. "Ladies," he called out to them. "My friend here still clings to his vow until one of you lovelies call to him." He went to hang his hands over a couple of them, his fingers grazing the sides of her breasts.
The duo giggled as did the rest of them, Daichi was sure they were fake. After all, he'd seen the disappointment on their faces, though they'd hidden it so well it'd never registered in their scents. He watched as his friend left with the four females and felt relief wash over him.
Maybe he was just jaded.
He sat there brooding for a while, his mood sour. Dragons were hyper sexual and after five years of enforced celibacy he wanted to climb walls. Pleasuring himself just wasn't doing it for him anymore. He needed a real flesh and blood woman, preferably one of those with soft bodies and skin. Ones who weren't too interested in physical training.
