2 comments/ 4764 views/ 5 favorites To The Palace Ch. 03 By: GoodWolf Author's Note: It's been a year, I know, and I'm clearly a horrible person. However, here I give you the long awaited third installment of To The Palace. Enjoy! ***** Sanxar grumbled as he left Prince Seian's room, hating that he had been cursed into helping the Wolven whore. She was, however, the lost princess of the Wolves, which meant that she was not only one of a rare race, but that she was like one of the very few Wolves that possessed magical abilities. The legend of the Wolven Princess tells of how she skilled in even the most advanced magics, which meant that her threats were anything but empty. He broke out in a cold sweat as he remembered this and quickly set about trying to help her find her name. He knew it would have to be in the Archives somewhere, so all he had to do was start looking. He made his way toward the Archives and went inside. No one questioned his being there, so he could search without suspicion. Tomes and scrolls were wall to wall, from the floor to the ceiling. 'This could take a while... I really hope my deal with the Wolf doesn't have a time constraint.' Meanwhile, Vorel set off for the kitchen to retrieve Prince Seian's dinner and take it back to his room before he returned. 'Finding this place shouldn't be too hard, right? It's only a palace after all...' she thought. She knew better, but she could still hope. She took care to remember any features that stood out and every turn she made since leaving the room so that she could make it back without incident. Fortunately, she soon picked up on the smell of food and was able to follow that easily, but it was awfully far from his room. 'His food will be cold by the time I get it back to his room... Why doesn't he just eat in the banquet hall?' She shook off these thoughts as she entered the kitchen. "You, there! Wolf woman! What do you think you're doing here?" shouted one of the cooks. She was a hefty, short Boar that looked as though she hadn't given her appearance a second thought in ages. "I'm here to retrieve Prince Seian's meal. I'm his servant, ma'am. He told to me to take it to his room for him," Vorel responded with as much confidence as she could muster. She had no reason to fear her, but she was quite taken aback by both the Boar's harsh tone and frightful countenance. "Ah! Very well, then... There. It's on the table in the silver platter closest to you. Take it and go, slave girl. Get out of my kitchen." Vorel picked up the platter and carried it back to the room, she couldn't smell it, but could feel the heat against her chest and across her arms. It was fading. 'I shouldn't let his food get cold... He could blame me. I don't need to be getting punished for cold food of all things.' Her eyes began to glow again as she cast a spell on the food, one that would better trap the heat and keep the food warm, and maintained a chant under her breath to keep the spell going until she reached the room. Once there, she set the platter down on the table by the bed, as per the Prince's command, and sat on the bed. The room was tidy and she was well-groomed, so there was little for her to do until he returned. She continued to chant under her breath, using only a small amount of her magical energy to keep his food warm for him. It had been so long since she'd used her powers that it would soon start to take a toll on her body. 'Well, I'm certainly glad I didn't do what I would've liked to with Sanxar's member.' She laughed bitterly to herself. 'Oh, how I would've loved to destroy what little bit of manhood he has... I need his help, though. He has access to things that I simply won't.' "Ah, good... You did as I asked, I see," the Prince's deep, kind voice rang through the room as he entered. He walked toward the table and removed the platter cover to see the still steaming hot plate of food. "How did you manage this, Vorel?" She tried to remain calm as she stopped the spell, keeping her gaze down so he wouldn't see her glow. "I made certain to get it to your room as quickly as I could and I was lucky enough to make it to the kitchen before your meal had sat out too long, sire. I tried to do everything in my power to not let it get cold for you," she said meekly. 'I can't let him know of my magic just yet.' "That's very good work. You're seeming more and more worth what I paid by the moment." "Thank you, sire. Shall I leave you to your meal?" "No. You'll stay there on my bed. In fact..." he picked up a piece of the meat from his plate and fed it to her. She ate it without question. It was delicious, but she knew that it wasn't his intent for her to enjoy it; He wanted her to make sure it wasn't poisoned. She swallowed and they waited watching each other. After a few moments, Prince Seian seemed to determine that it was fine and began eating, occasionally feeding her what he didn't want to eat. She was going to eat well as his servant, that was certain. Of course, that is provided she doesn't ingest any poison. She could think of a few good reasons for someone wanting to see the Prince of Dragons dead, but it would make far more sense to strike at the head of the serpent: the Dragon King himself. This would be a suicide mission, but it would a small sacrifice to rid the world of the likes of him. 'Sure, he seems kind enough, but he did go to war with my people and decimated my kind to what is likely a mere hundred or so, possibly less, scattered into the countryside or sold as slaves. The Dragon King is scum as his wretched son... I can't let myself forget that.' "Now that we've eaten, Vorel... It's time for you to tend to your other duties," he growled lustily. "I've been looking forward to having you again all day." As he said this, he removed his clothes and stood before her, his cock was beginning to harden as he thought of all the things he wanted to do to her. He was becoming more feral as he watched her breasts heave and her eyes widen when he laid her down and started to get on top of her. Vorel was uncertain of what to do. His demeanor had changed very suddenly, so she laid beneath him and started to undress herself. "Stop! Don't do anything unless I tell you to. You will lay there and let me do as I wish," his voice was low and raspy, as though he was barely able to contain his lust. He pushed up her dress so that he could better access her warm, wet hole and slid his tongue inside of her, exploring every curve, feeling every muscle, and tasting every last drop of her juices. Nothing could hide from him. She moaned in ecstasy as her eyes rolled back and her toes curled. No one has ever gone so deep inside of her with just their tongue. He withdrew his tongue, leaving her feeling empty. "On your knees, Vorel. Show me what you can do with my cock," he commanded, as he stood. Vorel did as she was told and went to her knees on the floor in front of him. She wrapped her lips around his shaft and began bob her head, slowly at first, taking him deep every few strokes. She then started to fondle and squeeze his balls, making him inhale sharply and his body tremor in pleasure. She started to go faster, taking him deep more frequently as she relaxed her throat. He could feel his need to release growing as his balls tightened. "Don't stop, Vorel... Keep going. I want you to swallow every drop of my seed." His voice was shaking and he moaned every other syllable as he reached his peak. She kept going, only focusing on giving him what he desired most. It wasn't long before he let go. His hot load had been too much and she was choking on it, some of his seed was spilling from her mouth and onto her breasts. She swallowed what she could and licked her lips. It was then that she noticed his seed on her and she gathered it on her finger and licked it clean. "There's still some on my cock... I told you 'every drop,' remember?" he said, as his voice shook. He was hardly able to stay standing, his legs felt as though they would collapse under him at any moment. "Yes, sire," Vorel whispered, as she began to lick his shaft clean. She then let her tongue explore and rove up to his now extremely sensitive tip and cleaned the last of his seed. "Th- that's enough!" He shouted. He could not handle any more of her tonight and he moved away toward the bed and collapsed onto it, shaking. "Get in here with me." Vorel did as she was told and climbed into bed with Prince Seian. He wrapped his arms around her, enjoying the feel of her warmth. "Don't do anything like that for anyone else but me, understood?" he whispered into her ear. "As you wish, sire. Sleep well," Vorel said softly, as the Prince drifted into a deep sleep. She laid awake next to him for a while, staring up at the ceiling. She could still taste him on her tongue. 'Tomorrow brings with it more of the same. One day soon, though, I will rip the Dragon Kingdom asunder and get revenge for my people.' She had to admit, though, that pleasuring the Dragon Prince was not so much a chore, but a pleasure. To The Palace Ch. 04 The following morning, Vorel had awoken early to complete all of her morning tasks. The Prince did not at all seem as though he were planning on waking up anytime soon, so she set about her tasks quietly. After cleaning his room, she took his dishes from last night to the kitchen where she was told that he does not normally eat breakfast. This meant that, unless she was told otherwise by the Prince, she was not required to bring him food until lunch. Upon learning this, she returned to his room, gathered his laundry, and took it down to the washmaids to be cleaned. Naturally, none of this took her very long, so all she could really do was wait for him to wake up. She sat at the foot of his bed and looked over her shoulder at him. He looked like a little wyrmling when he slept, his fearsome features at peace while he snored softly. She grinned and faced forward again. 'He's so naive and kind-hearted... If he only knew who he let into his bed. It's not his fault that my kin were slain and my entire race is nearly extinct, but I doubt he will be willing to forgive me after I take my revenge by slaying his Father," she thought to herself as she gazed through the palace window at the midmorning sky. Prince Seian began to stir and opened his eyes slowly to see Vorel at the foot of his bed. The sunlight coming through the window made a gorgeous silhouette of her curves and features when she turned to look at him. He wanted nothing more than to look at her forever, but quickly shook these thoughts away and stood, starting to get dressed. She stood immediately to show the proper respect, facing him with her gaze averted. "I see you've completed all of your duties for this morning. Go make yourself more familiar with the palace so that it'll be less likely for you to get lost. If anyone questions you, just show them this," he told her and handed her a note with his Seal on it that stated, "She is authorized." 'Why is he doing this? I could take this and go just about anywhere in the palace...' Vorel thought to herself, looking confused. "The only person that has any authority to stop you while you have this my father, but if I find out that you've abused this privilege, I will have you executed on the spot. Understood?" It pained him to say that and he knew perfectly well that he would not be able to bear losing her. He was falling for her, fast and hard, and he could not understand why. He hardly knew anything about her other than how she looked and how she felt from the inside. He wanted to be the only one that got to feel her like that. More so, he wanted to her to share everything with him: her favorite things, her experiences, her feelings, her fantasies. He shuddered at the thought, feeling himself harden and get chills thinking of the possibilities... "Thank you, your Highness," she bowed deeply, ignoring the strange look on his face when he turned to face her and the bulge forming in his pants. "I understand the consequences fully." "Then go. Also, if someone asks for your assistance, help them, but do NOT do for them the things you would do for me," he said as he rested his hand on her cheek, gently turning her gaze to his. "Yes, of course, your Highness," she replied softly. He let his hand drop and watched her bow again and leave. He said a silent prayer the Great Dragon and carried on with his morning, preparing to go see his tutor for his daily lessons: a task he had loathed since he had reached adolescence like most children. He got headaches just thinking about it. ***** Vorel made her way through the halls of the Palace, wandering aimlessly. She knew very few places in the palace, but knew that, as a warrior and in order to better achieve her goal, she must get her bearings. She decided that the best place to start her search was the Archives. 'After all, they're bound to have a layout of the palace somewhere in there,' she mused. The only issue she had now was finding the Archives. She had no idea where it was, only that it was a large building on the palace grounds that housed tomes and scrolls from all across the Dragon Empire: a wealth of knowledge unmatched by anything else in the world. She did not think that it could possibly be difficult to find, so she made her way to the throne room and out the palace doors into the courtyard. In the center of this was a beautiful garden, filled with colorful flowers the likes of which she never seen save for one: the rare Wolf Lily. She gazed at it for a time, admiring its red and purple swirls. It looked like something as common as a calla lily, but it was far more than that and held mysterious properties known only to her kind. The garden only had a few of them and they were marked as a humble memorial for the conquered Wolven race. She had to admit that it pleased her to see that her race was memorialized here out of what seemed to be a sign of respect from the old King, but she still struggled with forgiving the Dragons for what they had done. It was not long before someone noticed her, lost in thought while she admired the Wolf Lilies. One of the soldiers placed his hand on her shoulder and said softly, "I am sorry for our great loss." His voice sounded as though it were filled with sorrow and pain that could only be matched by someone who truly knew how great a loss it was. She turned to face the voice and saw before her a Wolven man, clad in Draconian armor, with dark brown fur and blue eyes filled with pain. Vorel was suddenly filled with nearly every emotion possible: rage, joy, shock, and a deep sadness and shame. "How could-?!" she began and stopped, growling softly then sighing to compose herself. "What are you doing here?" "I was told that I could either join their ranks or be killed like a common dog," he replied, lacking the courage to look her in the eye. "You don't seem to have much room to be judging me, though." "I have bigger plans that dying would not help me accomplish. At any rate, I do not wish to argue with one of my people. I am honestly glad to see you alive." Her eyes began to fill with tears as she said this. "I had begun to think myself alone. Please... Tell me your name." "I am Guitain of the Northern Pack, where our Alphas once called home." It was then that he looked up at her and knew immediately who she was. He froze on the spot and whispered: "Esarosa..." Her eyes widened as she recognized her name and his, for that matter. He was her betrothed. Guitain was well known both as a warrior and a mage. He had magical talents rivaling the royal family. Once word of this had reached the Wolf King, he tested him and found him worthy of his daughter's hand. "They call me Vorel here at the palace. I was sold as a slave and concubine to the Dragon Prince," she said this and looked down in shame. He shook with rage and grief at her words. "I- I can't believe our proud race has fallen so low... Have you- No. I'd hardly call what he does to you 'mating.' I still consider you to be mine, no matter what he has done to you." He took a step closer to her, wanting to hold her in his arms. "Step no further, Guitain. Surely, everyone here knows that I am property of Prince Seian. I will not see you slain," her voice came out weak and shaky. She had thought him dead along with all the others. "Esarosa, please... " "No. I do have a couple of questions for you, though." "Go on." "Do you know if there is a layout of the palace? More importantly, how can I prove my identity?" "First, such a thing does exist. You can find multiple copies in the Archives in the southeast corner of the courtyard. You'll find what you seek right up front on the desk of the First Scribe. Second, I don't think proving that you are the lost Princess Esarosa is the best thing for you to do. You could very well be executed." "It is something I must do. If they threaten to execute me, I will make it an event that they will never forget. I doubt that will happen, though. The Prince seems quite taken with me." Guitain closed his tight and looked away. He didn't want to think of that serpent's scaly hands all over her soft, warm fur. "I pray to the Wolf Mother that no harm comes to you. You can find your proof in the Archives as well. There's been a buck called Sanxar scouring for something in the section you seek. You won't miss him. He's quite frantic about whatever it. I take it that's your handiwork?" he grinned then, and looked back up at her. She laughed for the first time in ages. "Yes. He seeks the same thing I do." Guitain chuckled at this. "Well, I best be off and let you do what you need to. You'll have to bring Prince Seian's lunch to him in a couple of hours. I'd get to the Archives quickly if I were you." It was then that he lunged at her, making them both fall to the ground behind a bush where no one could see and stole a kiss from her. She was startled and her face heated, another swirl of emotions filling her heart. They stood and brushed themselves off. "Thank goodness that wasp is gone! I'm sure the Prince would be cross if such a thing stung you." he said, calmly as though nothing had happened. He then turned on his heel and walked away from her. She then shook off all thoughts that were clouding her mind and set off for the Archives with determination in every step. 'Now that I know I'm not alone, I WILL get my revenge on the Dragon King.' To The Palace Ch. 05 Author's Note: I appreciate the encouragement from all of you and I will continue to write. I want it to be noted, though: I do a lot more in my life than write these. I work, I'm in school, and I have a child to raise. I also have other hobbies. Don't get me wrong. I LOVE writing these, but I don't always have the time or the patience to write a really long installment QUICKLY. In fact, I usually type these up in about 4-6 hours in between doing other things. Enjoy the stories for what they are. I'm not getting paid. I'm not a professional. This is not my job nor do I want it to be. This is fun for me and I enjoy making the people who are following the story happy as well. That said, enjoy this latest installment of To the Palace. :) ***** Esarosa arrived at the Archives a few moments after her encounter with Guitain. She could feel wetness in the fur between her legs from the arousal she had experienced and tried to ignore it. She hoped it would go away soon; Her thoughts were unfocused and wild, thinking of Guitain's cock pounding into her one moment and finding the proof of her identity the next. She would also think of all the pleasures she had experienced in the bed of the Prince and all the more she could discover with him. 'My mind is out of control! I need to focus!' she thought, frustratedly. After reigning in these wild thoughts, she moved confidently to the desk of the First Scribe and asked to see a layout of the palace and where she could find Wolven family records. The Scribe handed her the palace layout to view briefly. "This is for reference while you are within the Archives. They do NOT leave here without specific written permission from a member of the Royal family. More importantly, why do you need to see those records?" said the Scribe, a very scholarly-looking Draconian woman. "I would like to know how many of my loved ones are spending eternity with the Wolf Mother, ma'am. I would imagine most of them, but it would bring my heart peace and allow me to continue to perform my duties without distracting thoughts, ma'am," Esarosa replied, meekly. The Scribe showed her over to the section she required. "Take all the time you need and feel free to come back later should you not have enough time to find what you need." "May I ask why you are helping me even this much, ma'am?" "All you need to know, wolfess, is that I lost family in that war as well. I can understand needing closure and peace." With those final words, the Scribe returned to her desk at the front, leaving Esarosa to find what she needed. She sat and let her thoughts wander to the loss of her husband and how she was left to raise her precious wyrmlings on her own. All because of that wretched war. She had two sons and a daughter, all nearly full grown, soon to leave her to start their own lives. Esarosa watched her leave, thinking about how deeply the war has impacted everyone on both sides. As she began looking through the scrolls to find the Wolven census scrolls, she thought about what would happen to her should her plan fail or what could possibly happen should she succeed. Obviously, if she failed, she would likely be executed on the spot, but if she succeeded, what would she do from there? She wasn't entirely sure. The right thing to do would be to take over and start reforming the empire for the benefit of all. However, that sounds noble in theory, but there's no way she could make everyone happy. She would not realize until later that there was another option that she had not considered. With these thoughts drifting in her mind, she sifted through the scrolls and soon came upon her own name, Esarosa LaLune. Underneath was written "Location unknown. Presumed dead," and a brief abbreviated description of her physical traits and a symbol of a golden feiry paw, representing her status as both Wolven royalty and a mage. The Dragons did not seem to take much care with records of dead Wolven civilians, but they were tracking the living and the royal family. King and Queen LaLune were on the same scroll. Esarosa did not want to look below their names, but her eyes were drawn there almost immediately. What she read was bittersweet: "King Bastien LaLune: Deceased. Buried respectfully at the Wolven burial mound. Queen Diane LaLune: Location unknown. Presumed dead." This meant that her mother could be alive. Somewhere out there, her mom had to be alive. She had to be. Esarosa quickly cleaned up the other scrolls and, without thinking it through, tucked the scroll neatly into her clothes, thanked the First Scribe, and hurried back to the Prince's room to tend to her duties. She picked up his lunch from the kitchen and made her way to his room, where she found him waiting for her. "There you are, Vorel! I was starting to get worried that you had run off," the Prince exclaimed as she entered. "What took you so long? I'm famished." "I apologize, sire. Once I finished my duties, I went to the Archives for a map of the palace and I got distracted while I was there." "Distracted by?" "I noticed the Wolven census while I was there and I was curious about the fate of my parents after the war, sire." "How would you be able to find such a thing when you cannot remember your own name?" "I realized how futile it was, but I was permitted to take one of the scrolls from the census with me, thanks to your note, s-" "If you say 'sire' again while we talk in private, I may have to bop your snout," he grinned. "You may look over the scroll in your free time. You only have 3 tasks, so you'll have the time. When we are in private, though, I don't want you to be afraid of me or being so formal. Only worry about that sort of thing in public, allright?" This statement confused Esarosa, considering that Prince Seian seemed to be unable to decide on how we wanted to treat her and interact with her. It seemed that he recognized that she was a servant and his property, but he also did not seem to want to treat her that way. 'Is he trying to find a balance between the two, perhaps? He is very kind and generous, but he does not seem to have a handle on how he feels or how to express those feelings,' she thought to herself. "Yes, of course. Thank you. You are very kind." "I am glad you understand. Now, I must eat before I have to leave again. I shall return just before sunset for my dinner. I want it on the table and you in my bed, waiting." To The Palace Ch. 06 The Prince had eaten and left for the afternoon, leaving Esarosa alone to her own devices yet again. She quickly took his lunch dishes to the kitchen and returned to the Prince's room to look over the scroll she had obtained from the Archives once more. She had retained all of the information from it that she needed, but she wanted desperately to know what became of her mother. She began to stare blankly at the scroll while she thought about everything from finding her mother, what she would even do with the information she now had, her relationship with the Prince, finding Guitain, and wondering how she even made it this far in the first place. Her mind was racing while she sat there, looking like she was frozen in time, hardly blinking. She shook her head, getting herself back to her senses. She tucked the scroll away a small box she found and put it under the foot of the Prince's bed, then headed for the palace garden to look at the Wolf Lilies. As she walked, she tried to clear her mind and sort out what she needed to do next. She thought about asking Guitain what she should do, but she also thought about the decision he made to serve the Dragon Army. He would probably tell her to put the scroll back in the Archive, pretend she never saw it, and settle into her new life as the Prince's concubine. While she wouldn't mind sleeping in Prince Seian's large, plush bed next to his warm, muscular body, feeling his scales against her fur and his penis harden against her ass, she didn't want to live her life as a slave. She wanted to be free like she was before she got captured by that perverted tiger. Her stomach turned just thinking about him, but she soon pushed the thought of him away as the garden came into view. She went over and knelt in front of the wolf lilies, looking at the swirls of color, and cast a spell. It was just a living image spell, but it helped her work through her thoughts. As her eyes glowed bright green, a small green wolfess figure appeared on the wolf lily and to the left of that figure was the red figure of Seian and to the right a blue figure of Guitain. She ran through the scenario of doing what Guitain might suggest she do and watched as the small green figure meekly going into the arms of the red, saying nothing and doing everything that the red asked of her while the blue would wither and die. The red experienced no ill-effects while the green was unhappy. Esarosa blinked and the scenario was gone. She blinked a couple more times and then started a new scenario with fresh eyes. This time, the green approached the red figure and appeared to be explaining everything to him and showing him a scroll. Esarosa figured that one of two things could happen and didn't even bother finishing the run through, blinking to eliminate the figures. 'Well, if I were being honest with myself, I'm damned either way, but there's only one outcome if I do nothing with this information,' she concluded. "Well, that was interesting to watch. I don't think I've ever seen magic used quite like that," a voice said softly from behind her. "Hello, Sanxar," she stood and turned to face him. "I was leaving the Archives to come find you... I-I couldn't find what you asked me for while I was there. I beg your forgiveness and hope that you don't harm me," he said, his voice shaking with fear. His entire body, in fact, was visibly shaking and he wouldn't look her in the eyes. "That's because I found it myself. I was in the Archives earlier today and found everything I needed." "B-but I looked everywhere..." "Well, according to what I've heard, you've been in there much longer than I was AND got there first. I can only assume that you were searching so frantically that you simply weren't paying attention. This leads me to the ultimate conclusion that you failed." "Please, no! I did try... I really did!" "Hush... You did fail, though, Sanxar, and I can't ignore that. I had to get it myself. Furthermore, you attacked me." As she said this, her eyes flashed green and Sanxar started to walk to a dark, secluded part of the courtyard against his will while Esarosa walked coolly behind him. His heart began to race as he felt fear and panic wash over him with every step. He knew would never see the sunrise or eat another meal. It wasn't long before they stepped into the shadows together. He struggled against her mind control magic to reach for his knife, but as soon as he managed to get it in his grasp, she had him toss it to the ground. "Now, now.. None of that. That wouldn't be any fun for anyone and it would be far too easy," she said, softly and sadistically. Her eyes began to glow with what Sanxar could have sworn was bright green flames as his legs began to burn. There was no fire on his legs, but there was visible burning on his flesh. He couldn't scream, the only indication of his pain was the visible pain and horror in his eyes and tears streaming down his face. As he was burning, she raised her hand and made a twisting motion, which caused his body to twist unnaturally, breaking an untold number of bones with every movement of her hand. The burning climbed up from his legs and quickly consumed his entire body. When she was satisfied with his suffering, she clenched her fist and, as quickly as she did so, his body fell to ground, every bone broken, every inch of his flesh burned away, and every organ burst into blood and pulp. The magic she used left no smell, just a pile what was left of Sanxar. She took what was left of him and used just a little more of her power to sink his remains seamlessly into the ground until there was absolutely no trace of him or his demise. She sighed and turned away, leaving the courtyard to get the Prince's dinner. 'That was certainly satisfying,' she thought to herself as she entered the kitchen. She gathered the tray with Prince Seian's food on it and calmly walked back to his room. She was actually hoping that he would not be too tired from his lessons and training to let her pleasure him tonight. As much as she enjoyed killing Sanxar, she did not want to think about what she had done to him. Like everyone else, she had two sides of herself and she tried to maintain an even balance between them, but sometimes she would do things that made her scared of what she was capable of. She was strong, independent, and her heart was generally in a good place, but sometimes she was downright evil and sadistic. From what she could tell, though, she never hurt others unless there was a good reason to, but she would take it too far and be brutal about it. She did not like that side of herself as much as it would seem, but she felt it was a necessary aspect of her personality. She was not about to change it, despite the occasions that it would bother her. At some point while she was thinking about all of this, she entered Prince Seian's room and relief washed over her when she saw that he was already there waiting for her. "Oh! You're back early, sire. How very nice to see you so soon!" She greeted him with a warm smile and carried the tray over to him. "Would you like to eat your dinner in bed or shall I put it on your table?" "Set it on the table for right now, Vorel. I would like to speak with you first," he replied softly. "Of course. What is it that you wish to talk to me about?" "Well, I finished early and decided to come back to my room to see you, but you weren't here. I understand that I gave you free range of the Palace, though, and I don't expect you to stay in here all the time." "I'm sorry I wasn't here for you when you arrived. I had gone to the garden in the palace courtyard to look at the wolf lilies." "Ah, that's right. My father had planted those for me. I felt bad about the fate of the Wolf Kingdom and asked that we do something to honor their fallen since there were so few Wolves left. I wanted there to be something that everyone could see and I wanted it to be something that was special to the Wolves." "So, that was your idea? I thought that your father had-" "No. While he felt that the Wolf Kingdom put up an excellent fight, he was not going to memorialize them and he certainly would not have done it in the palace courtyard like I had asked him to. The only reason he did it at all is because he didn't want me to be mad at him for being insensitive. Ever since my mother died, he has been treating me differently. He wants me to be strong and smart and he'll push me to be my very best just like any good father would and he's always been that way. What's different is that when I ask for something, he'll usually see that it gets done exactly like I want it and he'll even seek my opinion on certain matters. I don't quite understand it..." "Seian... Forgive me for being so blunt, but you don't seem to be as smart as you think you are." At this, he turned at looked at her, stunned that she would speak to him that way. "Let me explain why I say that." He nodded for her to continue. "You're all he has left. You're his only child and, with the Dragon Queen gone, you're his entire world. You're also all he has left of her. He may have a few of her things, if he kept anything of hers after she passed, but you carry a part of her inside you, you have some of her physical features, and you probably have certain personality traits or do certain small things that remind him of her everyday." He looked at her, stunned. He had never even thought of it that way before. "Thank you, Vorel... I doubt I would've realized that," he said softly, fighting back tears. He laughed then, and said, "You're right, though, I'm certainly not as smart as I thought." He kissed her deeply and wrapped his arms around her. "I want to try something new with you tonight. Get undressed, Vorel." She did as she was told and took off her dress while Seian took off his clothes. She admired every inch of him, from the tips of his black horns to his strong, muscular legs. His hardened cock reflected perfectly his desires and she was only too happy to oblige him. She got chills down her spine as he stepped toward her, eagerly waiting to find out what he wanted to try. He looped one arm around her waist and lowered her back onto the bed, spreading her legs. He used his free hand to guide his cock inside of her and started to thrust slowly, letting her feel every inch of him as he slid himself deeper with each thrust. "Hold onto me..." he whispered, and she did as he asked, wrapping her arms around his neck as he took his free arm and wrapped it around her on the other side, pulling her close to him. He held on to her tighter and started to beat his wings, lifting them both into the air about a foot or so above the bed. The sensation excited her, causing her hot, wet pussy to pulse around his shaft a little faster and tighter. He thrusted deep inside of her with each beat of his wings, but he wanted to go faster. He enjoyed the feel of her fur against his scales and her nipples rubbing against his chest. It was taking a lot of his attention to keep them from going to high or too low, but not too much of it to the point that he couldn't give her the attention he felt she deserved. He loved how she felt and pressed his face against the side of her neck. He started to thrust into her faster and harder without thinking, taking them higher inch by inch with each thrust. She moaned softly and whimpered, her excitement building as she rocked her hips to meet his. They held each other tighter, panting. Their tails intertwined. She dug her claws into his back and he gripped her fur, each wanting to melt into the other, until finally they reached the climax together. He filled her with every drop of his seed and felt it gush out of her. He struggled to lower them both gently onto the bed as his body shook from the release, but he managed it. He set her down on his bed and kissed her once more. She was exhausted and was about to pass out. He grabbed a cut of meat from his dinner tray and handed it to her. "Here, eat this first," he said, gently. She thanked him and ate the meat, passing out soon after. Prince Seian ate the rest of his dinner and laid down next to her, wrapping his arms around her. "Good night, Vorel..."