Chapter 3

TWO WEEKS LATER...

Zemora's POV 

I have been living the life of a Queen rather than a slave brought to be the King's breeder. My decision to form an alliance with the Dragon King was the right thing to do.

He was a man of his words and full of action. Every night he dedicates his time to fill me up with his fiery seeds. I won't be surprised if one day, I start to spit fire. His drive for sex was on another level and when he started it, he always finished the next morning. 

I have been taking stigma foods and fruits to keep up with him in bed because I doubt he would let me go until I carry his babies.

“My lady, it is time for your routine meal." Larissa informed me. We were at the bathhouse and I needed to relax more inside the pool because of the pain that throbbed in between my legs.

But I couldn't skip the meal. The dragon king made it necessary that I eat the meal at the right time to keep me stimulated.

“Can I have them here instead? I don't think I can walk down to the dining room," I suggested, waiting to remain in the pool.

“Of course you can," a dark voice responded to me instead of Larissa's strict feminine voice.

A hand strayed up to my neck, reminding me of the dragon King's strong hard ones. The musky scent of cedar and wine swift through my nose, heightening my senses.

“Your Majesty," I breathed out as his other hand traced down my body into the water, sending butterflies up my stomach.

The way he touched me felt so electric and possessive. No emotions were attached but the sense of possession was present. Well, I am his. 

“I thought you had an important matter to attend to." A gasp escaped from my throat as he stroked my cunt.

“Yes. Now tell me Princess." He pulled me out of the water and carried me in his arms.

“The village you mentioned earlier, it barely has people in it. Why did you point it out for destruction?" He questioned, dropping me onto a slab.

“The village has a powerful army. Taking them out will aid in your future raid with the werewolves," I explained.

He seemed to have doubts about me. Well, it is expected of an enemy to be wary of a helping foe. I'd be skeptical as well but then it was not necessary at the same time.

I have agreed to help him bring them down, all he has to do is draw out his sword or burn them. Why is that so difficult to understand?

“Your Majesty, I thought we have passed the stage of doubt." I pressed my frail looking hand on his broad caramel chest. “I have given you enough information for you to penetrate my kingdom. But you still doubt my genuineness, why is that so?" I cupped his face kissing him as he stroked my cunt with his long fingers.

Sex was the only mutual thing we agreed on without doubts attached. I would say satisfying our sexual needs is something we cannot avoid since we agreed on making his babies.

But then, I don't want him to have the slightest doubt about me. “I do mean it when I say, I want my people defeated," I said with a serious tone, staring at his eyes with fierce intent.

He squints his eyes, deciding whether or not to believe me. I didn't know convincing a dragon would be this much difficult. I should have come prepared.

“What should I do to make you believe me?" He moved his other hand up to my belly, pressing down on it gently. 

“It has been two weeks since our agreement and you are not pregnant. That is enough for me to have doubts in your capability," he muttered with a cold voice.

“Two weeks is not enough for a woman to get pregnant for a dragon. I do not know how your system works or whether our seeds are compatible to make babies. What if it is impossible?" I questioned and his mood changed.

A frown creased on his face, revealing his anger.

“Then why waste my time if it is impossible? I can burn you to ashes right now without thinking twice, so you better be wise with your choice of words," he grumbled coldly.

My hands curled up to a ball from his threat. Fear took over my system but I tried not to show it. Fear was only a sign of weakness.

“I will try my best, your Majesty," I mumbled and he freed me from his grasp, leaving the bathhouse instantly.

After he left, Larissa stepped in with my clothes in her hands.

“My lady, please I will proceed with your dressing." She went on her knees, looking pitiful like a dog.

An image of seeing the dragon king on his knees before me flashed through my eyes. The imagination was glorious and it filled my heart with pride. The kind of power I would have if the dragon king worshipped me, I would be unstoppable.

Fueled by the desire of my imagination, I lifted Larissa's chin and made her look up to my face.

“How do I get pregnant for the dragon king?" I asked.

“It is almost impossible, My lady. Many have tried but none has succeeded. Only the true bride of the dragon king can carry a dragon foetus," she responded negatively.

“So you mean there have been other brides?" 

“Yes, all of which were burned to ashes after their conception period exceeded. His Majesty won't hesitate to burn you alive if you fail to meet up to the task." A cold chill went down my spine after hearing her words.

“You said it is almost impossible. That means there is still a chance to get pregnant. Do you know any means I can use to conceive?" I won't let myself get burned alive by a dragon. It would be disgraceful.

“Perhaps, there is. I am not too sure but there is a witch at the North wing of the palace. She might be of help to you." A spark of hope lit up inside me from what she had revealed, giving me the strength to pursue further.

“Take me to that witch, Larissa," I muttered, determined to achieve my goal.