Tension Rising

Lucian stood on the balcony of his bedchamber, relishing the cool autumn breeze that caressed his handsome face. It was Visenya's idea to remove the weathered boards that had once sealed the doors shut, banishing the somber darkness that had permeated the castle. She detested the dark and grisly ambiance, so Lucian allowed her to brighten it up according to her liking.

Although he maintained an air of nonchalance, deep down he knew it would bring her happiness. He couldn't quite understand why, but her joy stirred unexplored emotions within him, providing a respite from his own misery.

"Master?" An angelic voice, as soft as a melody, interrupted his musings.

He turned to see the source of that divine voice, immediately captivated by Visenya's ethereal presence. She stood before him, holding their breakfast delicately in her hands, her long, enchanting hair cascading like a waterfall in the soft breeze. A fleeting smile graced her lips, but it quickly faded, as if she doubted its appropriateness.

She placed the food outside on the table, and right before she could pull out a chair for Lucian, he surprised her by pulling hers out first. Stunned by his gesture, she stood there for a moment, unsure of how to respond.

In all the years she had known Lucian, she couldn't recall a single time when he had done anything courteous for her. He averted his gaze, and she wondered if her delayed reaction was making him uncomfortable or if he was regretting his chivalry towards her.

"Thank you," she quickly said, hoping it wasn't the latter.

A gentle smile graced her beautiful face once again, captivating him completely and rendering him momentarily immobile. His heart convulsed within his chest, causing a surge of emotions to course through him. The palms of his hands began to sweat profusely, and he couldn't help but wonder if he was experiencing a heart attack. Did dragons even have heart attacks? No, of course they didn't. But if it wasn't a heart attack, then what the hell was happening to him?

Determined to regain his composure, he took a seat across from her, silently urging himself to pull it together. "We need to talk about what happened last night," he finally managed to say.

Visenya's shoulders sagged, a sense of dread building up inside her. "Is this about my punishment?" She asked, her voice filled with apprehension.

Lucian furrowed his brows, caught off guard by her conclusion. "I'm not going to punish you," he responded.

"You're not?" Her eyes widened in surprise.

"No," he continued. "But your actions were not only unacceptable but also incredibly irresponsible. What were you thinking, going after Lazarus like that? He could have killed you."

Visenya scoffed. "Not a chance. He couldn't kill me before, and he certainly can't kill me now."

"Don't be so arrogant," Lucian hissed.

"I don't have an arrogant bone in my body. Lazarus poses no threat to me whatsoever. That's why I was the one who dethroned him all those years ago, not the other way around. He is weak and horribly predictable. I should have killed him when I had the chance," Visenya declared confidently, her voice filled with conviction.

"Then why didn't you?" Lucian questioned, his curiosity piqued.

"Because I was a fool," she responded with a tinge of regret, her tone reflecting her self-awareness.

The truth was, Visenya was ruled by her magnanimous heart. Sometimes, she wished she didn't care so much because, in retrospect, her heart had led her down a path of disappointment. As these thoughts consumed her, Lucian observed her, realizing that she carried her own battles and demons within. Sensing the weight of her inner turmoil, he decided to let the conversation rest.

After breakfast, Visenya carefully gathered the emberberries she had collected during her hunt and refilled her little basket. The morning sun had just begun to cast its gentle light when Lucian awakened her, undressing her with a passionate urgency and taking from her exactly what he needed... what they both needed. He was consumed by the need to bring her to orgasm, enthralled by the sound of her cries of pleasure. Since discovering his ability to give her multiple orgasms, he had become relentless in his pursuit of her satisfaction. Not that she minded, of course.

Suddenly, an unexpected voice shattered the silence of the room, interrupting her private moment. "I need your assistance today.”

Startled, she jumped, sending the basket of emberberries flying into the air and scattering across the floor of her lavatory. She spun around and saw Lucian standing there at the door, his eyes already fixated on the tumbling berries.

Visenya's initial instinct was to panic, but she quickly reminded herself that there was no reason to be contrite. She firmly believed that she was the last person Lucian would ever want to have babies with. With this in mind, she decided to face him with unshakable confidence.

As he stared at the berries, a wave of denial washed over him. He didn't want to accept the undeniable evidence that was right in front of him. He felt angry, insulted, and deeply offended by her blatant disregard. However, when his eyes locked with hers, he found no trace of guilt.

It was clear that she didn't consider herself in the wrong, and why should she? After all, he had made her his slave. Perhaps, she was well aware of the one crucial rule that every female slave must adhere to: never bear your master's child without permission.

“You said that you needed my assistance, Master?” Her voice cut through the thick tension.

His eyes continued to scrutinize the berries, as the word ‘Master’ echoed through his head in that sweet, melodic voice of hers. He remembered the day when he demanded that she call him that. How ironic that he now struggled to recollect what it was like when his name left her lush lips.

"Yes..." he replied, his voice tinged with a hint of hesitation. "I need you to accompany me today."

Her brow raised in question, a mix of surprise and curiosity evident in her tone. "Oh... I mean, yes, of course."

She had always wondered where he disappeared to every morning, and now she would finally get her answers.

"Let's go," he declared, turning on his heel and striding purposefully towards the exit.

As she glanced down at the berries, she realized that she hadn't eaten any yet. A fleeting thought crossed her mind about grabbing a handful from the floor.

"What is the hold up?" Lucian's voice abruptly interrupted her thoughts, his tone impatient. "I said let's go... now."

"Yes, Master," she responded promptly, her voice filled with deference, as she hastened to follow him out of the room.