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Hunnie




Wow!


I’m a little too excited by the hot and steamy information Kris old me about him and Bahm.


I wasn’t even sure if I could take him seriously. He likes to joke around a lot and I noticed, even teasing The King.



‘Do they really fool around?’ I began wondering to myself.


My heart became flustered, warming my body and sensing little tiny needles poking at my skin. I was blown away.



Kris even asked me if I wanted to go and watch him please Bahm. A sudden gush of arousal filled my body from top to bottom.


What a sight that would be to see! I chuckled at his question, like a shy little girl.


“He wouldn’t let you do that in front of me…would he?” Kris glances over to me from the sofa in the room. Wiggling his eyebrows rapidly.



What is this lewd feeling when I was nervous as heck to be in his presence? I mean he doesn’t have to touch me if he has Kris then…


I began blushing at the sight of the two. They are both very attractive men, with long and thick cocks, who also happen to be my mates. I wondered a lot in that moment.



I blushed again, sitting on the bed and holding the towel around my chest to my face now. Hiding the heat sizzling from my pores and the redness in my cheeks.


Kris comes and leans over me, making my back crash down on the bed.



“We can go….yeah….or we can stay here and have some fun of our own, huh?” Kris pulls the towel from my face as he hovers over me and starts suckling my breast down to my rib cage. Planting sloppy, wet, kisses.



I was overwhelmed with the amount of knowledge flooding my brain from last night to this evening! Learning about my two mates!



I couldn't deny the attraction for them both. But I've been hurting under these laughters and blushes.



A faint snort popped up in my head. Sounding like a horse blowing it’s nose. It reminded me of Draconius. I wondered how he was doing suddenly.



Watching Kris kiss his way down my stomach and passing my navel, I sat up abruptly. His eyes low and glossy as he reads mine.


“What about Draconius. Can I see him today!” I squealed and cupped his face.


He stills. Like he's thinking for a long time, fighting to open his mouth to me. He must be having a debate with The King.


“Uhhh….Yeah…That’s fine.” He replies just as I hear a sudden feet in the halls outside the doors.


I giddied and began dressing. Kris had some clothes moved to his room closet the same day we migrated over here.



Finding some black, folded shorts and a white spaghetti tank-top, I looked around his closet shelf for any underwear or bras, but still none. What do they not believe in stuff like that here?



We made our way towards the door, opening to see The King standing across the hall, head down and I slowly grab onto Kris’s arm.



“He has to come with us incase Draconius is angry and attacks. He's already blown fire on him, melting his skin harshly..”



My heart vibrates and I bring my hand over my mouth while eyeballing Bahm. When did this happen? Before or after he ripped his wings off?



Bahm lifts his head slowly and meets my eyes quickly before adverting his gaze and walking away.


We follow behind him to the dungeons. The King seems tired as he walks very slowly and keeps yawning. Watching him drag his tall sleepy body down the yellow staircase and to the dungeon doors.


He opens the sealed locked door effortlessly and walks down the stairs.



I began hearing low growls and snoring as we all walked down. The smell of blood hitting my nose disgustingly, making me push my face up to hide the churning in my stomach.



After the last step, The King leans against the stone wall before turning the corner to the cells.


I watch him as his head is still low and he tries his hardest not to glance over at me. Feelings of hurt and remorse flooding my mind and heart.



I lowered my head too, he must feel ashamed to be down here.



"It's ok. He's just embarrassed by me."



“KRIS! SHUT UP!!” The King yells, startling me and Kris laughs hysterically.


Kris pulls my arm toward the cells before I could get one last look at The King’s face.



We walk through the leafy concrete floors and I glance over to my left. My cell was clean and spotless. It even seemed larger than before!


No signs that a fire had roared inside of here, or no signs of the hole Draconius blew into the stones. It was only empty, shiny, and had a much more wider window at the top of the stone wall now.



My heart began pounding from the memories here. It looked so different on this side of the bars.


“Miss Hunnie. My Queen.”
I hear a voice in my head.



Turning to my right to face the overly large and tall cell, I noticed the light from the new window in my cell was illuminating Draconius’s cell.



Red, flickered scales filled the body of an incredibly large dragon. His talons were black and silver, just like his grey, reptilian eyes.



Fear crept up on me now that I could see him fully and not just his silhouette, but I quickly pushed it away. There’s nothing to be afraid of about this gentle beast.



“Wow! I can see you!” I say, a tear accidentally falling from my eyes.



“I don't like this young one. Too cocky. I won't talk to him.” Draconius says, using his supernatural and majestic abilities.



“He’s talking to you, isn’t he?” Kris says and starts calling him a fat old dragon who was scared to talk to him!



“Kris! Stop it! He’s my friend!” I pinched his abdomen and he laughs showing all his teeth.



“I was so worried about you Draconius.” I tell him out loud, my lips quivering.



He gets to his feet staggeringly, inching his way over to us and presses his humongous, scaley head towards his cell bars. His nose huffing strong gust of air, making my still wet hair fly all over.



“WOAH!” Kris backs away suddenly and tried to grab me.


I shove him away and he mentioned the old dragon never even moves, let alone comes this close to his cell.



“I'm content to see you looking this healthy. Learning you have two moronic, presumptuous mates.” I laugh out loud and his tongue slithers through the bars, licking my face entirely.



I giggle and wipe his slobber.



“Hey old man! She’s too young for you. Don't let Bahm see you do that.” Kris teases from behind me.



“That King will sense me on you anyways.” Draconius continues to say to me.




“Don’t worry about this fool. There’s nothing more The Demon-Wolf King can do to me now. I'm glad you are doing well as one mate balances the other, but one wants to comfort you always while the other makes your eyes smile.” He speaks in his riddles, making me smile at his words.



“Do they feed you?” I ask.


“Yes they do. Whale meat, lots of it, though you can smell this.”



Ugh! The scent that was making me invisibly plug my nose!


I run my hands along his scaled snout, seeing his barbed, spiked tail rise up and down in the far back of his cell. Hearing Kris behind me growling. I ignored him.



It made me sad to see him in here. I hope he can stay alive by the time they let the wingless creature free.


Would they ever let him free? I understood he tried to take Bahm’s land, but they were friends before and he’s been alive this long….



“Once the two of you combine, your children will be ready.” He says and backs away from the cell slowly.



“I’m tired now, that was enough movement for my Queen. I hope.” I smile a teary smile.



“Is he done?!” Kris says annoyingly.



“Yes it's ok to leave now.” I wave goodbye, wiping my eyes. I couldn't shake what he said about my deceased children.





Bahm is waiting for us by the dungeon door, standing up and sleeping, until Kris yells HEY!


His eyes flutter open widely, locking onto Kris.


“Draconius is going to replace you!”


I laugh nervously and hit Kris’s arm. “Stop it!”


The King stares at me with a smirk.


His smirk disappearing, as he eyes my body from head to toe and we stand there gawking at each other until hands slither over my eyes.