Hard Times

Lucian woke up an hour later, famished from all the work he had done that morning, not to mention the little self-play he had just indulged in. When he entered the kitchen, Visenya was nowhere to be found, and none of the slaves knew her whereabouts, but Lucian had a hunch.

The sound of the lavatory door crashing against the wall startled Visenya awake. When she saw Lucian glaring at her, she hastily scrambled out of the tub, almost losing her footing on the wet tile. "Master, I am so sorry. I had no intentions of falling asleep... I swear it," Visenya pleaded.

Lucian barely registered her words; his attention now consumed by the sight of her wet, naked body, on full display for the second time that day. The temptation to resist her unintentional seduction was rapidly crumbling. One glance at her and that erection from hell was back with a vengeance.

"Get your ass in that kitchen before I really get angry," he warned.

"Yes, Master," she replied obediently.

She grabbed a towel, swiftly drying herself off. Lucian stood there, unable to pry his wandering eyes away as he watched her. Visenya, of course, remained completely oblivious to the thoughts racing through his mind. She assumed he was still standing there because he wanted to ensure she wasn't wasting any more of his time.

After slipping on her clothing and lacing up her sandals with haste, she headed straight to the kitchen, deftly putting her hair into a side braid. Meanwhile, Lucian retreated to his bed chamber, seeking solace in a cold shower, hoping it would help alleviate his arousal.

Visenya wasted no time and immediately began preparing his lunch. However, she couldn't help but notice Emi cleaning out some shelves. "Did you already prepare his backup meal?" Visenya inquired.

"I'm sorry, My Queen. The Dragon Lord no longer wishes for me to do that," Emi replied. "He has forbidden me from assisting you in any way from now on."

Visenya went right into panic mode, wondering how she was going to pull this one off. She didn't think there was any hope for her and chalked it up to her just being an awful cook. Lucian was always the hungriest when he returned to the palace and had his nap, which only heightened her anxiety.

She did the best she could, but she had not yet mastered the art of cooking several things simultaneously and left the meat in the oven a little too long. Tears were already forming in the corner of her eyes because she just knew that this was going to be a disaster.

Meanwhile, Lucian was dealing with his own crisis. His cock seemed harder than ever, and no matter what he did, he couldn't get it to go down. He felt like his body was taunting him now, and he cursed it for betraying him like this. Reluctantly, he tucked it upwards in his pants and made his way to the dining room.

He sat in his usual chair, and Visenya walked out wearing a dreadful look on her face. She placed his plate in front of him, but he didn't even take a bite. He only looked at it with great disapproval.

"How hard is it to grasp such a simple concept as cooking a meal that is actually edible?" He berated her. "Are you truly that stupid that you can't even follow a recipe that is clearly laid out for you?" In a fit of anger, he hurled the plate, which collided with the wall behind her, shattering into countless fragments.

Startled by the sound of the plate shattering, tears welled up in her eyes and began to stream down her face. "I'm sorry, Master..." she whimpered.

"Are you seriously crying right now?" He scoffed. "If you dedicated as much time to cooking as you do to crying, you might actually become top chef around here!"

Visenya struggled to hold back her tears, but her efforts only fueled Lucian's fury. He hated when she cried because it made him feel things he did not want to feel.

"Clean up this mess and get back in that kitchen and try it again!" He commanded. "We'll do this all night if we have to!"

Emi hurried into the dining room, eager to assist Visenya in cleaning up the mess, and kept apologizing profusely. Visenya, however, reassured her that there was no need to apologize and encouraged her to continue following the Dragon Lord's orders to avoid any potential consequences.

Lucian made his way back to his bedchamber, surprised that even in his angry state, his erection was still standing strong. Yet, it ached and throbbed to the point of discomfort.

He spotted the same blonde woman from earlier descending the stairs, her gaze filled with desire. "Follow me," he ordered.

Her face lit up with enthusiasm, and she was happier than ever to oblige. He brought her into his bedchamber and locked the door behind them. He then sat down in the chair next to his bed, while she stood before him, awaiting his next command.

"Strip," he demanded.

"As you wish, Dragon Lord," she giggled like a simpleminded fool, naively thinking that she could fuck her way up in status.

She slowly and sensually removed her clothes, believing she was giving him the performance of a lifetime. Before he discovered Visenya was his mate, a woman like her could have easily aroused him. However, the way that dragons are hardwired once they discover their mates makes everyone else absolutely grotesque in their eyes.

Just as he hoped, his plan was working. He immediately went flaccid inside his pants and sighed with relief. The blonde stood there, filled with anticipation, wondering what he would ask of her next. Confusion washed over her, however, when she noticed him seemingly drifting off to sleep.

"Dragon Lord? Would you like me to..." she began to ask.

"Shhh... quiet," he cut her off sharply.

He drifted off to sleep as she stood there, naked and utterly baffled. After about an hour, Visenya had finished remaking his meal. This time, she felt a sense of pride and confidence, hoping that he wouldn't throw it against the wall like before. Determined to please him, she decided to bring it up to his bedchamber.

Carefully placing everything on a tray, she made her way to the fifth floor. Approaching his door, she gently knocked. As she waited, she could hear a faint commotion inside, accompanied by the sound of a woman's voice. A few moments later, Lucian opened the door, and the blonde woman emerged from his bedchamber, quickly adjusting her clothing.

Visenya stood there, completely stunned, as she watched the blonde woman hastily run down the stairs. A surge of intense anger welled up inside her, causing her to fantasize about ripping the woman's head clear off her shoulders.

But what angered her even more was the realization that she was actually jealous. How could she, who abhorred Lucian with all her heart, feel any envy towards that woman for being with him?

Taking a deep breath, Visenya quickly composed herself, hoping that Lucian hadn't noticed her reaction. "I have remade your lunch, Master... just as you instructed. I believe that this time you'll find it to your liking."

In that moment, Lucian begrudgingly admitted to himself that he had made a grave mistake in dressing Visenya so provocatively. His intention had been to degrade her, only he was the one suffering the consequences.

A familiar sensation began to rise, a raging boner that felt like a deep, dark secret hanging over his head, threatening to haunt him for all eternity. "I've suddenly lost my appetite," he retorted sharply before slamming the door in Visenya's face.