The Lucky One

The next morning, Visenya carried on with her dismal life as usual. She prepared a simple breakfast for Lucian and was surprised to find that he didn't utter a single complaint about it. His mood appeared slightly more tolerable, but she still felt a sense of relief when he departed to wherever his frequent escapades took him.

"The less he's around, the better," she silently reassured herself. While outside, tending to his clothing and bedding, the alluring blonde who had attempted to seduce Lucian approached, accompanied by another slave. Visenya had learned from Emi that the seductress' name was Grace, and she seemed to possess quite the reputation with the opposite sex.

Visenya couldn't quite pinpoint why she harbored such animosity towards Grace or why she felt threatened by her at all. Grace was undeniably beautiful and captivating, and it was understandable why she had captured Lucian's attention.

Yet, it also sparked a sense of inadequacy within Visenya, as she found herself comparing her own worth to that of the enchanting blonde. Shaking her head in annoyance at her own thoughts, she berated herself for caring about Lucian's preferences. After all, his opinions held no significance in her life whatsoever, because he meant absolutely nothing to her.

Grace and the other woman gracefully settled on the bench that faced the tranquil lake, stealing nervous glances at Visenya, who pretended not to notice them. They whispered softly amongst themselves, their voices barely carrying on the gentle breeze, unaware that Visenya's acute hearing allowed her to catch every word.

"I'm not going to tell on you," Visenya interjected, her tone conveying her awareness of their conversation.

Grace gently tapped the other woman's arm, an expression of triumph on her face. "See... I told you the Queen is on our side and that we can trust her."

"We simply needed a brief rest, My Queen," the other woman pleaded, her voice filled with sincerity. "Our feet ache from walking out to the orchards in search of ripe oranges."

“You don’t have to explain yourself to me,” Visenya assured. “I’m just like you, enslaved here until I wither away... and you can call me Visenya. I’m not a Queen anymore.”

“You’ll always be a Queen in our eyes,” the woman replied, producing a small smile from Visenya. “My name is Daphne, and this is Grace. It’s a pleasure to officially meet you. Emi tells us all the time how kind and wonderful you are.”

Visenya smiled at the thought of sweet Emi. “It’s Emi who is those things. She has really helped me a lot around here. I might have gone to the hole more times than I have if it weren’t for her.”

“He really hates you, doesn’t he?” Grace blurted.

“Grace…” Daphne reprimanded, her voice tinged with disapproval.

“What? It’s true,” Grace retorted, her tone defensive. “He doesn’t starve us or put us in a dark hole, and he certainly doesn’t force us to wear a sadistic collar, either.”

Visenya remained silent, unable to find a suitable response to Grace's blunt assessment. It was clear to anyone with eyes that Lucian hated her, and Visenya's feelings towards him were equally mutual.

“You know what I think?” Grace asked, her expression serious. “I think he’s a woman hater... mhm. I think he prefers the company of men, if you catch my drift.”

Daphne rolled her eyes, a hint of amusement playing on her lips. “You're only saying that because of what happened when he summoned you to his bedchamber.”

“No, I’m not! That only confirmed my suspicion!” Grace huffed indignantly.

“Mhmmm… sure it did,” Daphne's voice dripped with sarcasm, her skepticism evident.

"What happened when he summoned you?" Visenya's curiosity peaked.

"I don't really want to talk about it," Grace crossed her arms and stared off towards the lake.

"She's still upset about it," Daphne laughed. "The Dragon Lord summoned her three times to his bedchamber, ordered her to undress, and just stand there... feet away from him while he dozed off into a slumber."

"That's how I know he's into men!" Grace exclaimed. "No heterosexual man can look upon me naked and not want to ravage me!"

"Maybe you bored him to death," Daphne joked, earning an elbow to the rib from a disgruntled Grace.

"So, you two never...?" Visenya inquired curiously.

"No... not that I wanted to anyway," Grace lied through her teeth. "I mean, for all I know, it probably doesn't even work. He was buried in the ground for ten years... who knows what kind of effects that has on a dragon."

Visenya knew all too well that Lucian had no issues with his lower half rising to the occasion, but it stumped her that he would go through the trouble of summoning Grace and having her strip naked for him, only to fall asleep. None of it made sense to her, but she wasn't about to spend her day trying to figure out why Lucian does the things that he does.

She went about her business, focusing on getting her morning chores done before Lucian's anticipated return. He flew in at the usual time, just as he always did, his mood as awful as the previous day. He trailed the same muck through the castle, dragging his feet wearily.

However, this time he did something different. Instead of simply discarding his soiled clothing from the lavatory before showering, he took them off right in front of Visenya. It was the first time Visenya had ever caught a glimpse of him in the nude. Uncomfortably, she averted her gaze, focusing on the walls of his bedchamber as he unabashedly stripped down to his birthday suit.

"When you've finished washing my clothes and cleaning the dirt from the floors, come back here... understood?" Lucian's voice was firm, leaving no room for misunderstanding.

Visenya nodded obediently, her eyes downcast. "Yes, Master," she replied meekly.

Without wasting a moment, Visenya set to work diligently on the assigned tasks. She scrubbed and laundered with unwavering focus, determined to complete her duties in an appeasable fashion. As soon as she completed the chores, she made her way back to Lucian's opulent bedchamber, as he had commanded.

Stepping into the room, Visenya's gaze immediately fell upon Lucian, who sat nonchalantly in his chair, clad in nothing but a towel snugly wrapped around his waist.

"Did you need something, Master?" Her voice broke the heavy silence.

"Come here," he commanded.

Her heart plummeted into her stomach, fearing a repeat of the previous night. Reluctantly, she obeyed, walking over towards him and slowly lowering herself to her knees. An audible sigh escaped her lips, her despondency evident, which only served to further infuriate him.

"Don't pretend like you haven't done this countless times before," he scorned, his words dripping with condescension.

"Don't pretend that you know anything about me," she retorted.

A smug smirk crept onto his face. "Well, I suppose this is the perfect opportunity for us to become reacquainted. Except... you won't be doing any talking."

Visenya shot him a look of disgust, appalled by his piggish behavior. "Why me?"

"Because... you're the lucky one," Lucian boasted, his tone dripping with arrogance.

"That's funny, I don't feel lucky... more like cursed," Visenya replied with a bitter taste in her mouth.

Lucian scowled at her remark, completely aggravated by her audacity. He stood up from his chair, forcefully grabbed her arm, and yanked her to her feet. As he marched her towards the door, panic surged through Visenya, knowing that he intended to take her straight to the hole.

In that very moment, she had to decide what was worse: enduring the hole for a night or two, or just getting this over with and returning to her room? The dilemma mercilessly taunted her with every step they took towards his chamber door.

"Wait! Please... I'm sorry," she pleaded as she fell to her knees at his feet.

"It's too late, mutt!" He spat.

He reached out for her, ready to snatch her from the floor, but she reacted quickly, doing what she imagined a woman like Grace would do in that situation. She grabbed his bulge through his towel, and his body spasmed at her touch.

He watched her intently, as if he were waiting for her next move, a move that better count. She pulled off his towel, stripping him bare right before her eyes, while taking a mental note that he did indeed have a glorious physique.

She quickly secured her hand around his shaft and glided the head of his penis along her bottom lip, all while looking up at him seductively. He watched her lustfully, his breathing getting heavier by the second.

She ran her tongue along his tip, delicately sucking the pre-cum that oozed from the orifice. Then, with a hunger in her eyes, she took in his pulsating centerpiece as far as she could comfortably handle, skillfully stroking him at the base.

He couldn't help but groan in pleasure, his grip tightening on a fistful of her hair, though he refrained from yanking it. He decided to offer some guidance, teaching her the rhythm he desired, the perfect amount of pressure she should apply, and how to synchronize her strokes with the motion of her mouth.

It didn't take long for Visenya to master his preferences, reducing Lucian to a state of pure bliss. His satisfaction was evident in the husky moans that escaped his lips, blending seamlessly with the rhythmic sounds of her voracious slurps.

With her free hand, Visenya cupped his balls, offering a gentle massage that sent shivers down his spine. His knees trembled, and she couldn't help but stifle a laugh as he fought to maintain his balance, preventing himself from crashing to the ground.

"I'm going to cum," he grunted.

Exclaiming his gratification, he threw his head back in ecstasy as he filled her mouth with his liquid. When he came back down from his euphoric cloud, he pulled himself out and lifted her chin with his finger, their eyes fixated on each other.

She held a mouthful of his seed, pondering where to discard it, while he watched her keenly, expecting her to spit it out in repulsion. To his surprise, she swallowed it in one gulp, licking her lips suggestively afterward.

He was beyond pleased with her performance from beginning to end, and his eyes reflected the mesmerizing hold she had on him in that moment.

"Good girl," he commended, gently running the back of his fingers along her cheek. "You did very well."

For reasons she couldn't fathom, she found herself elated by his praise. Deep down, she knew it wasn't healthy to derive such pleasure from his tender demeanor, but she couldn't resist. Throughout her entire life, she had yearned for a compassionate, nurturing mate. Perhaps, hidden beneath all the anger, there was a softer side of Lucian longing to emerge.

"I knew you'd make a good whore," he spoke callously, casting aside all wishful thinking. In her eyes, he detected the exact moment his harsh remark shattered her, and she instinctively recoiled from his touch.

"May I go now?" She snapped, her tone seething with bite.

His soft expression was instantly replaced with a hard frown, his brows furrowing with displeasure. "Get out," he spat, his tone laced with annoyance, as if it were him who initially wanted her to leave.

Visenya wasted no time storming out of Lucian's bedchamber, her footsteps echoing in the silence that followed, and she slammed the door behind her, the sound reverberating through the room. He wanted to punish her for leaving his room so disrespectfully, but he decided to show her a small mercy.

Maybe... just maybe... a pinch of guilt sprinkled itself on that closed-off heart of his from the comment he had made. Or maybe, he concluded, that he didn't owe her anything, and she should stop being so damn sensitive because it annoyed him beyond words.

Furthermore, how dare she feel anything but privileged at the opportunity to satisfy him? He was a Dragon Lord, built like a god, and woman practically threw themselves at his feet.

He scoffed at the thought of Visenya thinking she could ever do better than him. He was the best she was ever going to get, and it was high time that she recognized that.