Making A Deal

"Despite what you may think about me, I am not stupid," Visenya confidently asserted. "I know your wants... your needs... and more importantly, I know that I'm the only one who can fulfill them. So, perhaps, you and I can reach our own arrangement."

Lucian abruptly rose from his chair, advancing toward Visenya with predatory intent. His eyes had a touch of fire in them, leaving no doubt that she had provoked him. She struggled to maintain her composure, but as he drew closer, she couldn't help but feel intimidated by his menacing glare. She took several steps back, until she collided with the wall. He caged her in with one arm and grabbed hold of the chain on her collar, giving it a firm tug to lock her in place.

"A slave has no authority to negotiate," he reproached.

"But I'm not just any slave, am I?" She boldly retorted.

He glowered at her for a moment, his anger fueled by her contentious response. But as his eyes fell upon her breasts, a wave of yearning and desire washed over him, erasing his anger in an instant. She pressed herself against him, her nipples grazing his bare chest, and a shimmer flashed across his tribal marking.

In that moment, she felt the heat radiate from him, her curiosity piqued by the flickering of his marking. Was it a good sign or a warning for her to back off? She had never seen it do that before, and it only fueled her intrigue.

Before she could even raise her gaze to meet his eyes and uncover the mysteries they held, he swiftly spun her body around and pressed her against the wall. His closeness was overwhelming, his body intimately pressed against hers, and she could feel his hardened manhood against her backside.

With a gentle yet possessive touch, he moved her hair to the side, exposing her neck to him. Slowly, he trailed the tip of his nose from behind her ear, down the side of her neck, capturing her delicious scent and heightening the tension between them.

"Just like any other slave, you are my property, and I can do with you whatever I choose," Lucian asserted. "So, if I want to bend you over that desk again, I will do just that... whenever the hell I please."

"No, you won't," she countered defiantly.

He firmly grasped her hair, pulling her head back to meet his gaze. "Do not test me, mutt! You are playing a dangerous game!"

"It's not a game... I just think you would have done it already, but it seems that kind of thing doesn't excite you much," Visenya stated. "Yes, you can take me, just as you did the other night, and I will scream through every second of it. Or... we can reach an agreement, and you can have me whenever, wherever, and however you'd like. I willingly offer myself to you, solely to please you, Master."

Although, Lucian was fuming over her audacity to spin this entire situation in her favor, he realized that he would still be getting what he wanted. He couldn't understand how she was always so calm and collected while he teetered on the edge of madness. Why didn't she desire him as intensely as he desired her? The mate bond between them was undeniable, especially for two mates who had been under the same roof for months and had never really touched one another.

In a bold move, she pressed her bottom against his hard package, causing his shaft to graze between her cheeks. That was the breaking point for Lucian. He couldn't resist her any longer; he had utterly and completely caved. He released his grip on her hair and removed his pants with quickness.

"Fine... your humans can stay here in this palace," he said, his voice filled with reluctant acceptance.

He nudged her legs apart with his foot and went to position his erection between her legs.

"Wait..." she called, her voice filled with a sudden urgency, as she pulled herself away, denying him access. "What about the other slaves... the ones under Lazarus' authority..."

"What about them?!" He snapped, his impatience evident.

"I want you to ensure that they are being treated as well as the ones here," Visenya said, her voice firm and determined.

"How he handles his slaves is his business," Lucian snapped back.

"No, it is your business," she countered, her words laced with a challenge. "Are you not the Emperor Dragon now? Is Lazarus above your command?"

"Fine," he spat, his frustration clear.

"I want your word... that you'll personally oversee how he treats his slaves," Visenya demanded, her eyes piercing into his.

"Ughhh!" He groaned, a mix of annoyance and resignation. "You have my word!"

He kicked her legs apart once again, forcefully parting them, and then slid his large member along the folds of her delicate flower. She trembled slightly at the sensation of their intimate parts touching, her body betraying her yet again as his cock went slick with the wetness that occurred in response to his fondling.

"Don't expect me to be all tender with you," he whispered in her ear, as he positioned the head of his penis at her entrance.

"Why would I? You've never been," she quipped, her words carrying a tone of bitterness.

Her body instantly tensed, and her breath caught in her throat as she felt his tip slowly spreading her. Gripping onto the wall in front of her, she dug her nails into the surface, bracing herself for his brutal invasion. Time seemed to stretch as his hands firmly gripped her hips, holding her in place, while his tip lingered at her entrance. She was eager for him to get it over with already, yet he stood there, hesitating, lost in contemplation.

He then unexpectedly pulled away from her, his actions leaving her momentarily bewildered. "Go to the bed and lie face down," he commanded.

Confusion flickered in her eyes as she glanced back at him, trying to comprehend his intentions. Nevertheless, she complied, making her way to the bed and obediently positioning herself on her belly. As she sank into the plush mattress, a sense of tranquility washed over her, enveloping her in a soothing embrace. She longed for the comfort of a soft bed, and in this fleeting moment, it provided a much-needed solace from the unforgiving circumstances of her present reality.

She could feel the weight of his presence as his hands glided over her ankles, his touch tracing a slow and deliberate path up her legs. With calculated precision, he positioned himself between her thighs, raising one of her legs to create a wider space for him. He settled on top of her, the tip of his cock returning to her most intimate region. With deliberate slowness, he began to push into her, merging their bodies together as one.

She gasped as his large, throbbing cock stretched her beyond her limit, yet surprised that he was actually taking it slow. Especially, since he had claimed he wouldn’t be easy on her. Though still uncomfortable, she cringed at the thought of enduring this pain each time they did this.

Lucian, however, was in absolute bliss with every inch he buried inside her. More than halfway in now, he felt more in control than before. He savored every second until he was completely bottomed out, his eyes closed tightly as he uttered a pleasurable, “fuuucckk…”

He allowed her a few moments to adjust before withdrawing completely and thrusting back into her. Soft yelps escaped her throat with each continuous motion. She buried her face into the pillow, biting down to stifle any screams. It amazed her that she could handle someone as well-endowed as Lucian without it tearing her in half. Then again, he was her mate, whether they liked it or not, and her body seemed divinely designed to accommodate him.

He reached underneath her, firmly squeezing her breast as his grunts of pleasure filled the room. His evident enjoyment only stimulated her primal senses, causing her body to betray her even more. Her nipples hardened under his touch, and she became drenched between her thighs, coating him with her juices as he slid in and out of her.

She wasn’t sure when the pain had subsided, but at some point, her body fully adjusted to his vigorous pounding. He kept at it for what felt like forever, and she couldn’t help but feel relieved that she didn’t have to get him off with her mouth, considering his ungodly stamina; she wouldn’t be able to keep up if that were the case. Suddenly, his body tensed, every muscle straining as a low, guttural groan escaped his lips, echoing in the room as he emptied himself deep inside of her.

His face contorted in ecstasy, a mixture of pleasure and relief washing over him as he finally found the release he’d been yearning for. With a satisfied sigh, he pulled out of her, collapsing on the bed beside her. She took that as her cue to get up and hastily put her clothing back on, while trying to ignore the sensation of his seed trickling down her thigh. As she dressed, she made a mental note to eat a handful of emberberries as soon as she returned to her room.

"What are you doing?" He asked breathlessly.

"Returning to my room, Master," Visenya replied.

"Did I dismiss you?" Lucian questioned.

"Ohh... uhm, I just thought..." she stammered.

"You'll sleep on the floor right here," he pointed to the space beside his bed. "I'm not done with you."

Oh dear Goddess, she griped to herself. How in the world was he not done for the night? Reluctantly, she made her way to the space beside his bed and settled down on the floor. Surprisingly, there was a nice, soft rug for her to lie on, a far better trade than sleeping on the hard floor in her own room.

She dozed off for a little while before being abruptly awakened by Lucian, who continued his activities until the first light of dawn filtered in through the window. When she awoke the next morning, she found herself at the feet of his bed, with the room bathed in sunlight. She couldn't even recall falling asleep there. Slowly and cautiously, she rose from the bed, trying not to disturb him. He didn't budge at the movement, clearly overexerted and would likely sleep for at least a few more hours.

She quickly dressed, pushing through the discomfort that felt like the aftermath of a battlefield between her legs, and silently slipped out of his bedchamber. She made her way directly to Emi's quarters, only to discover that she was not there. Hurriedly descending the steps, she found Emi and a group of other slaves anxiously gathered at the front door. The fear etched on their faces made it clear that they dreaded the destination that awaited them.

"Everyone, please resume your normal duties... no one is leaving this castle," Visenya announced firmly.

"But the Dragon Lord..." a man interrupted.

"The Dragon Lord has changed his plans. No one will be sent away anymore," Visenya interjected, cutting him off. "Now, please, return to your normal duties."

Everyone was more than relieved by the turn of events; some even shed tears of joy. This deep concern weighed heavily on Visenya's heart as she knew all too well how the vampires treated their slaves as mere objects. Although she had tried to push these thoughts aside in the past months, they now consumed her.

Emi, the last person in the room, couldn't contain her emotions and threw her arms around Visenya.

"I am forever in your debt, My Queen," Emi expressed, tears streaming down her face.

Visenya shook her head, disagreement evident in her eyes. "You owe me nothing, Emi."

Emi looked at Visenya, her sorrow evident. "I know what you had to do to keep us here."

Visenya's gaze dropped to the ground, her hands fidgeting nervously. It made her uncomfortable that Emi understood what had transpired in Lucian's bedchamber the night before.

"I'm so sorry... if I had known, I would have never..." Emi's voice trailed off.

Visenya gently placed a finger to Emi's lips, silencing her. "You don't need to worry about me, understand?"

"But all these years, you waited for your mate, saving all those special moments for him. How can I not feel awful?" Emi sniffled, her voice choked with emotion.

Visenya gave the sweet girl a half-smile, delicately brushing away the hair that clung to the tears on her face. "You don't have to feel guilty for me, Emi... because the mate that I've been waiting for all these years... doesn't exist."