The Dragon Meets The Wolf

Visenya sat on the palace steps, diligently scrubbing the dirt from Lucian's boots. A gentle breeze caressed her face, while the sun painted the sky in a stunning shade of blue. Once her task was complete, she knew she was expected to return to his chambers. And she knew all too well what awaited her there.

Lately, Lucian's return from his daily excursions seemed to bring even more agitation. It was as if he sought to fuck all of his anger out, and Visenya had no choice but to surrender to his pent-up emotions. She had grown accustomed to bearing the brunt of his frustrations, so it came as no surprise that he would employ sex as yet another outlet.

He could be rough, but he never hurt her. A few forceful thrusts and firm grabs were nothing compared to the sting of his insults, callous remarks, and relentless shouting. Who ever claimed that words couldn't hurt you? Visenya was certain of one thing: words do hurt… deeply. It was a truth she knew all too well, even as a resilient Lycan who could heal from physical injuries. But the wounds on her heart that accumulated over time, were not so easily mended.

Lucian's stamina was getting out of control. She couldn't fathom how the hell he was able to last so long. Each time she tried to push back against him, it didn't seem to excite him as much as it did in the beginning. The thought crossed her mind that he might be getting bored of her. Goddess knows she sure as hell was.

Instead of being fully present in the moment, she found herself bent over his desk, lost in thoughts of concoctions she could make for his next meal. Or perhaps she could experiment with some vinegar to remove that stubborn century-old bloodstain on the carpet in the dining hall. It was in these moments that her mind wandered while Lucian went off like a jackrabbit. Do women genuinely enjoy sex, or are they all just pretending? She couldn't help but ask herself that question.

Her thoughts were abruptly interrupted by the sound of a horse galloping in her direction. As she stood up, she scanned the distance and spotted a mere speck of a figure approaching. Her heightened hearing would have alerted her to the horseman's presence much sooner, but at least he was still a few miles away. Without wasting any time, she knew she had to go and urgently inform Lucian.

She rapped gently on his chamber door, seeking permission to enter. As he emerged from the shower, clad in nothing but a towel, she understood the urgency of the situation. It was crucial to tell him about the visitor before he nonchalantly dropped his towel and demanded that she strip down as well.

"Master, there is someone approaching the castle on horseback," she relayed.

Lucian's initial surprise transformed into anger. "Fetch my clothes," he commanded, his voice laced with urgency.

Without wasting a moment, she hurriedly retrieved a pair of pants and a button-up shirt for him. He swiftly slipped into his pants while she buttoned up his shirt. Once he was fully dressed, he strode purposefully towards the chamber door, with her trailing closely behind. However, she found herself colliding with his back, as if crashing into an impenetrable wall.

He pivoted around to face her, his gaze intense. "You stay here until I return," he ordered.

She opened her mouth to object, but before she could utter a word, he shut the door on her. She felt an insatiable curiosity welling up within her, determined to uncover the identity and motives of the visitor. Surely, their arrival held significance, prompting them to journey this far. With haste, she made her way to the window, hoping to eavesdrop and gather some information.

Lucian was already fuming, his anger simmering beneath the surface. He couldn't help but assume that it was Caspian coming back to see Visenya, despite his earlier warning to stay away. He had made a promise to himself - if Caspian ever showed his face there again, he would kill him. There would be no more chances.

As Lucian stepped outside and focused his gaze on the approaching figure, his initial assumption quickly dissolved. It was not Caspian. The scent of the horseman, unmistakably human, reached his senses. A calm washed over him, momentarily easing the tension in his clenched fists.

Several feet away, the man leapt off his horse in a desperate attempt to control the agitated animal. The horse's resistance grew, and the man feared being thrown off. He pulled at the reins frantically, struggling to regain control while avoiding being trampled upon. Lucian stood motionless, observing the man's fierce battle with the terrified creature. All Lucian had to do was look that horse straight in the eyes, and it would back-kick that man into his next lifetime.

Visenya swiftly bolted past Lucian towards the distressed man and his horse, determined to assist. With a quick motion, she reached out to snatch the reins from the man's hands, who was just seconds away from being flung into the air. Despite his initial reluctance, she assertively took control of the horse, urging the man to step back, and skillfully guided the animal towards the stables.

As she glanced back, she noticed Lucian shooting her a formidable glare, leaving her curious about the cause of his anger. After all, she was the only one present, besides him, who possessed the strength to overpower a horse.

Approaching Lucian, the man humbly kneeled at his feet, avoiding any unnecessary eye contact. "Dragon Lord, I beg your forgiveness for my unannounced arrival and my less than graceful first impression," he pleaded. "I have been sent here by King Lazarus to present you with an invitation."

The man reached his arm out, still keeping his eyes low. In his extended hand, he held out an elegantly sealed scroll, which Lucian grabbed and swiftly opened. Visenya, with her heightened hearing, approached and listened attentively to the entire exchange.

“You can tell Lazarus that I accept his invitation,” Lucian stated firmly, closing the scroll with a sense of purpose.

The man gave Lucian a respectful nod. "Yes, My Lord. If there is nothing else, I will be on my way now." He waited a moment, careful not to miss a response from Lucian. When none came, he stood up and made his way towards the stables to retrieve his horse.

“Wait a minute!” Visenya objected, her concern evident. “You’re going all the way back now?! You need to rest!”

The man continued on as if he hadn't heard her, which left Visenya baffled. She was more than certain that he had heard her, so his behavior confused her even more.

"Get your ass back upstairs," Lucian sneered at her.

Visenya shifted her gaze to Lucian, who, by the look on his face, seemed livid. She couldn't comprehend why. She had been trying to extend her hospitality to the man, yet he acted as if she didn't exist. And now, she found herself in trouble with no understanding of why.

"You should offer him food and shelter for the night," she suggested to Lucian.

"I said get upstairs!" Lucian shouted. "Go and wait for me in my chambers!"

Visenya cast a defeated and frustrated glance at the man before angrily retreating inside. She couldn't believe Lucian had sent the exhausted traveler back after his long journey. It was clear he was completely worn out. After a short while, Lucian stormed into his bedchamber, forcefully slamming the door behind him.

"Strip," he commanded, his fiery eyes burning a hole right through her.

She obediently removed each article of clothing until she stood there bare. He walked over to his desk, smoothly pulling out the chair and settling himself down in it.

"Kneel," he ordered, his voice filled with authority.

Without hesitation, she dropped to her knees, a submissive gesture that earned a smirk of approval from him.

"Come here," he beckoned.

With practiced grace, she crawled towards him, just as she had done countless times before. He reveled in the sight of her on her hands and knees, a vision of perfect submission. She bowed her head, kneeling at his feet, her every move guided by his control. He gently grasped the chain of her collar, using it to guide her closer to him and then back to her feet. Finally, he firmly held her waist and effortlessly bent her over his lap, ready to exert his dominance.

"I can see that you are able to follow simple commands, but there is still much for you to learn as a slave. I am going to be a generous master and give you your first real lesson," he briefed, his hand resting firmly on her plump backside.

A lesson? On how to be a slave? Her heart started to race, wondering what exactly that would entail.

"I sent word to Lazarus that Cylis will be visiting to check on the welfare of his slaves," Lucian stated, his touch on her bottom gentle. "As a result, I have been cordially invited to a feast to witness firsthand that they are being well managed."

Visenya's brow raised at the thought of being free from him for a day or two, until he shattered her sweet little fantasy.

"You will be coming with me," he informed, his tone firm and commanding. "However, there is one issue to address: you are not properly trained. But don't worry, we will fix that right now."

As his hand continued to roam over her curvaceous derrière, he posed a question. "Tell me, who do you belong to, dog?"

Without hesitation, she replied, her response quick and submissive. "You, Master."

"In a crowded room, surrounded by individuals of higher rank, who is the one you answer to?" He inquired, his dominance palpable.

Once again, her answer was resolute. "You, Master."

"If someone above your rank speaks to you, how do you respond?" He asked.

"Respectfully, Master," she replied, her voice filled with deference.

Without warning, his hand came down and delivered a firm spank to Visenya's rear. She jerked in response, her body jolting with surprise more than pain. With wide eyes, she looked up at him, bewildered by this unexpected form of punishment or whatever it was.

"Wrong answer... you only speak to others if I permit it," he corrected, his voice stern and uncompromising.

"Next question," he continued, his voice firm. "As we enter Lazarus' ballroom, where do you keep your gaze?"

"To the floor, Master," she obediently replied.

He gently caressed her reddened cheek, his touch soothing the lingering sting. "And when I take my seat, where do you stand?"

"At your side, Master," she answered without hesitation.

But another sharp spank landed on her tender cheek, causing her to gasp in surprise. "Wrong!" He declared, his tone cutting. "You don't stand, you kneel at my feet, mutt."

"That was a trick question!" She protested, her defiance only earning her another spank.

Visenya's eyes flickered as Delilah began to stir. Delilah, who had been hiding in the deepest corners of Visenya's mind, emerged from her confinement, awakened by Lucian's little lesson.

"When serving someone of a higher rank, do you make eye contact with them, or do you keep your eyes to the floor?" He inquired.

"Eyes to the floor, Master," Visenya promptly responded.

Another spank landed forcefully.

"Wrong again! You serve no one but me. Do you understand?" Lucian asserted.

Visenya's fangs elongated, her breath heavy and erratic, as she responded to the menacing Dragon Lord, her voice trembling with obedience. "Yes, Master."

Lucian's irises began to swirl with fire, ignited by the invigorating aroma that permeated the air. He inhaled deeply, feeling a surge of desire that caused his cock to stiffen beneath her. His gaze descended to the intimate space between her thighs, and his hand instinctively followed suit.

Indeed, she was dripping wet, lifting her bottom up, as if to meet his touch and further stimulate her arousal. As she lay sprawled across his lap, her eyes averted, he found himself captivated by the scent of her.

Leaning in close, his lips brushed against her ear as he whispered, "Are you enjoying this?"

"No," she responded hastily, her words contradicting the message her body conveyed to him.

Was she enjoying this little lesson of his? Oh, she was so confused with herself in that moment and didn’t understand her body at all. Lucian firmly grasped her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze, and there he witnessed her wolf emerging. Her eyes glowed with a reddish-orange hue reminiscent of a harvest moon. Her tongue sensually swept across her elongated fangs, adding to her allure.

“Well... hello there,” he greeted the wolf that revealed herself to him.

Visenya quickly blinked Delilah away, desperately trying to regain control. However, it proved challenging as both of them were consumed by intense arousal.

Lucian leaned in to whisper in Visenya’s ear once more, as he slipped his fingers up and down her slit. “I think your wolf wants to come out and play with me,” he murmured.

“Back off!” She warned, struggling to rise from his lap.

He held her down firmly, his hand caressing her wet warmth before sliding back up to the tender flesh of her backside. The intoxicating scent of her arousal enveloped him, fueling his curiosity to explore further. With a surge of determination, he decided to test the waters by giving her one more ass spanking.

And with that, Delilah seized control of Visenya's body. In one fluid motion, she leapt onto his lap, straddling him with seductive finesse. The sheer force of her actions caused the chair to collapse, sending them both tumbling to the floor.

Delilah found herself lying on top of him, her legs spread around his lower half. Locking her gaze with those fired-up eyes of his, she slowly lowered her face, until they were only breaths apart. With an agonizing slowness, she traced her tongue along the contour of his bottom lip, setting every cell in his body ablaze with anticipation.

"My mate," she whispered against his ear, her voice filled with a mixture of desire and possessiveness.