How To Please A Dragon

Lazarus' messenger finally made it back the next morning, and Caspian had been waiting outside the borders all night, anxiously anticipating his return.

"Beta," he greeted Caspian with a nod.

"Tell me some good news, Charlie," Caspian urged restlessly. "Did you see her?"

Charlie dismounted his horse and walked alongside Caspian. "I saw her."

"How is she? How did she look?" Caspian asked, his desperation for answers evident in his tone.

"Perhaps just a bit underfed, but other than that, she appeared to be okay," Charlie replied, offering a subtle reassurance.

"Any marks, bruises, scars, anything?" Caspian fretted.

"None that I could see, but..." Charlie paused, his voice trailing off.

"What?" Caspian probed. "Do you think her wolf may have healed them?"

“No…” Charlie shook his head. “I don’t believe she is being punished in that way."

“What makes you say that?” Caspian inquired.

“She doesn't behave like a slave who is being beaten or whipped... trust me, I’d know," Charlie elaborated. "He yells at her, and from what I can see, he probably denies her meals as a form of punishment, but I believe that's the extent of it. She challenged his authority, something a conditioned slave would never do.”

A faint smirk appeared on Caspian’s face at the thought of Visenya giving Lucian a hard time. “How did she challenge him, exactly?”

“She was concerned about me,” Charlie said quietly, a hint of vulnerability in his voice. “She wanted him to give me food and a place to rest. I would have thanked her, but as a slave, it is forbidden to speak to anyone unless I’m permitted to.”

Caspian leaned forward, his curiosity piqued. "And what did Lucian do?"

“He yelled at her, told her to get back inside the castle,” Charlie recounted, "and she reluctantly obeyed."

Caspian's eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he tried to make sense of the situation. "And that was it?" He questioned, his voice laced with curiosity. "You left after that?"

Charlie shook his head, a look of disbelief on his face. "Actually, no... that was the strangest part of all," he revealed. "The Dragon Lord actually did what she asked. I was given a meal and a cot to rest."

Caspian huffed in disbelief. He didn’t understand Lucian at all, but then again, who did? Was Lucian dangerous, or was it all a front? It was a puzzle that Caspian needed to solve, for his own peace of mind.

"He accepted the invitation?" Caspian inquired.

Charlie nodded in affirmation. "He did."

"Is he bringing her?" Caspian pressed further, his brows furrowing slightly.

Charlie shrugged, uncertain. "It's possible, but I can't say for sure.”

Caspian nodded, gratitude evident in his expression. "Is there anything else I should know?"

As challenging as it was, Charlie looked the Beta in the eye. He genuinely liked Caspian, who had always been good to the people. He would never forget the role Caspian played in freeing him and his family from slavery all those years ago. Charlie didn't want to lie to Caspian, but he also knew how deeply Caspian loved Visenya. How could he possibly tell him about all the things he had heard coming from the Dragon Lord's bedchamber that morning?

"No..." Charlie hesitated, fibbing reluctantly. "That's all."

Caspian gave Charlie an encouraging pat on the shoulder. "Thank you, Charlie. Hang in there, okay? I'm going to find a way to get through to Lucian, someway... somehow."

Charlie remained silent, his hope of ever being a free man again fading away. They parted ways, and as they did, Caspian's imagination ran wild with wishful thoughts of seeing Visenya once more. In less than two weeks, Lucian would be attending Lazarus' festive gathering, and Caspian would journey back to the old Night Stalker Kingdom, fervently hoping that he had left Visenya behind.
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Meanwhile, Lucian had reverted back to being an absolute prick. His insults and yelling had only intensified, leaving Visenya feeling as if she could never do anything right. She treasured those fleeting moments of tranquility when he departed the castle each morning, and oddly enough, when they had sex. It was the only time when he was awake and not berating her for some absurdity. If ever he was angry that the sky was blue, he’d probably yell at her for that too.

Her fingers absentmindedly traced the worn surface of his desk that she was currently bent over, revealing the neglected layer of dust that had gone unnoticed during her recent tidying sessions. Visenya had become quite adept at sensing when Lucian was about to climax. His body would tense up, and she could feel his cock swell inside her. However, he was far from reaching that point now, and she was losing her patience, yearning for this ordeal to be over with already.

He gave her rear several smacks every now and then, unsure if it was to arouse him or her. However, it never aroused her... none of this ever did. But then, something unexpected happened. Lucian did something he had never done before. He pulled out of her, swiftly flipped her onto her back, and entered her in that position. For a brief moment, their eyes met, causing Visenya to avert her gaze elsewhere... anywhere else.

He lifted her legs, positioning them on his shoulders, and a deep gasp escaped her throat as she felt him penetrate even deeper. Husky grunts escaped his lips, signifying that he too was feeling the intensity. He thrust into her with more fervor than ever before. A peculiar tingling sensation began to build in her lower belly, and she desperately hoped it wasn't what she thought it was. In that moment, she closed her eyes, attempting to divert her thoughts elsewhere.

He watched her breasts bounce with every thrust he made, and wanted to put them in his mouth and devour them one at a time. As he glanced up at her face, he noticed that she was lying there with her eyes closed. Was she sleeping? How typical of her, he thought to himself. It was another blow to his very fragile ego, and it made him livid. First, she’s too good to mark him, and now she’s so bored by his performance that it apparently lulled her to sleep.

Determined to elicit a response, he took hold of one of her nipples and gave it a good, firm pinch. Her eyes sprung open and every muscle in her body tensed as he held onto her tender little nub. She began to squirm beneath him, and he gripped her nipple a little tighter, her pussy clenching around his cock even more.

He stilled inside of her, a guttural groan of satisfaction escaping his lips as he filled her with his release. As soon as he withdrew, she sat up on the desk and tenderly nursed her throbbing nipple.

"You don't have to pinch me like that!" She exclaimed, her voice seething with indignation.

He wiped the perspiration from his forehead and ran his fingers through his disheveled hair, casting her a disapproving glare. "And you don't have to lie there like a damn corpse."

Confusion clouded her face, trying to decipher his remark. "What am I supposed to be doing?"

He let out an exasperated sigh, rolling his eyes at her naivety. "Nothing... just get out."

With a surge of anger, he stormed off towards his lavatory, forcefully slamming the door behind him. Visenya felt a wave of fury wash over her, wanting to scream at the top of her lungs at having to once again decode his cryptic messages. She hastily dressed and stormed back to her room, slamming the door shut in a fit of rage.

"Trying to wake the dead, are we?" Marienne sarcastically remarked.

Visenya walked over to Marienne and settled on the floor beside her, leaning her head against the wall.

"I can't do anything right in his eyes. I can't even do sex right, and I didn't even know you could get that wrong," Visenya lamented.

"Oh, yes, there is such a thing as bad sex," Marienne enlightened.

"Perfect," Visenya responded, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "Well, I'm terrible at that too. He just compared me to a corpse."

Marienne snickered, further fueling Visenya's anger.

"It's not funny," Visenya chided. "You said I could use sex to my advantage. Well, I need to know how to do that, Marienne. I'm hungry, and he's obviously still pissed at me for something. I don't know what to do to get back on his good side... please, I need your help."

"Alright, alright. All you had to do was ask. No need to whine about it," Marienne teased, earning a massive eye roll from Visenya. "He wants you to be more... responsive. Show him that you're enjoying it just as much as he is," Marienne explained.

"How do I do that?" Visenya questioned. "All I can do is count the seconds until it's finally over."

"And that's your problem, Visenya. I know you hate him, and as a woman, it's hard to dissociate our feelings when it comes to sex," Marienne simplified. "Men have no problem having meaningless sex with a woman they have no emotional attachment to. That's where we're hardwired differently. You, however, have one advantage."

Visenya let out a sigh. "What's that?"

"He's your mate," Marienne answered. "Your body longs for his and transmits little electric waves between you two every time you touch. That's why you had that toe-curling orgasm with him the other day. Your wolf knows how to let go with abandon because she is all animal. You need to tap into that primal instinct of yours and run wild with it."

"What if he doesn't like it?" Visenya asked, a hint of worry in her voice.

Marienne couldn't contain her amusement and erupted into laughter at the question. "Oh, Visenya," she chuckled, "trust me, you're going to give him exactly what he wants."