Chapter 2

Drake growled, trying to break the iron bars that blocked his escape. The humans had put him in a prison so small it would hurt if he ever transformed into his dragon self.

"Let me out of here!" He snarled, glaring at the head magician who had imprisoned him. He stood a few feet away from the iron bars.

For days he had been coming over, studying the dragon man, but he was at a loss. Though in his estrus stage, he still refused to budge and take the bait.

"Where the heck are you going?!" Drake growled as the head magician took a few steps back. "Come back here, human!"

But he didn't listen. He just climbed up the stairs leading to the entrance of the dungeon. The moment the guards saw him, they opened the gate for him to exit.

He stepped out of the gate.

He was about to walk away when he stopped in front of the guard in charge of securing the dragon. "Remember, no one goes in without my permission, and—" He turned towards the gate. "There's no way he's getting out of there."

"Understood, my Lord," The guard replied. Just as the head magician was about to leave, the guard continued. "Besides, he is weak and in his human form, so there's no way he is getting out of there."

He halted in his steps. "Just so you know, estrus or not, dragon form or human form, a dragon is still a dragon." He tilted his head slightly towards them. "Worse, when he is as small as you and you can't see him coming."

With those words said, he walked away, not looking back.

He climbed onto his horse, clucking, making the creature gallop. In a few hours, he was in front of the castle.

"Welcome, Lord Xavier," A Knight greeted. "Looking grim as always."

"Well, I have no choice, Sir Gregory. The situation calls for it," he said as he dismounted the horse, landing on the ground.

A stable boy ran towards him. Xavier handed him the horse's reins. "Keep it clean and fed," He instructed. He walked towards Gregory. "Tell me, where is the King?"

"In his room," He replied.

"Doing what?"

Gregory leaned in, whispering into his ear. Xavier's brows creased.

Without saying anything else, he headed into the castle.

He took a few turns through different hallways, climbed a flight of stairs, and stopped in front of a huge door with four Knights outside.

A Knight moved forward, blocking his path with a sheathed sword. "You can't go in, the King is...busy."

"I know that, Sir Arnold, I can hear it. But I do not have time to waste; the matter is rather—urgent if you understand me."

"I'm sorry my Lord, I still can't allow it. The King hates to be disturbed."

Xavier shook his head. He took a few steps towards Arnold, but he unsheathed his sword. Before he could point the tip toward Xavier, a beam of blue light flickered, and all of a sudden, his sword turned into a large carrot.

"What in god's name!"

The other guards unsheathed their swords, and the same thing happened.

Arnold looked from Xavier to the carrot in his hand, fear radiating in his eyes.

Xavier leaned in, whispering into his ears. "I know you do not want to be punished for interrupting the King, Sir Arnold, but I don't think you have a better option. You either let me in and be flogged or beheaded by the King, or you end up living the rest of your life as a rat, or maybe an ant. The choice is yours."

Arnold felt a chill run down his spine. He turned towards the door, knocked, opened it slightly, and walked in.

In less than a minute he was out.

"You may go in," He said to Xavier as he opened the door.

"Thank you," Xavier said with a smile on his face. But the smile vanished when he entered the King's chambers.

"Huff... huff... haah... huff... haah..." A girl moaned as the King repeatedly went into her crouched-over frame from behind. "More Your Majesty! Please! More!"

The King chuckled. "As you wish, my Lady." He pulled her waist towards him, slapping her butt cheek. She winced, biting her lower lip, trembling.

"Good day, Your Majesty," Xavier greeted, pulling his attention.

Sighing, the King tilted his head towards him, but he didn't stop. "You've got guts barging in here, Xavier, I hope this is important."

"Very important, Your Majesty."

"More important than this?" The King grabbed the girl's dangling breasts with both hands, seizing and squeezing them before taking hold of her nipples. Her moans filled the room as he played with her hardened tits.

"It's about the dragon. We finally caught it."

The King paused. He pulled himself out of the girl and slapped her butt cheek. "Leave, Lisa," He instructed.

"But, Your Majesty, it was starting to get—" She stopped when she saw the glare on his face. Without saying anything else, she picked up her clothes that were littered on the floor and ran out of the room.

The King picked up his robe and put it on.

He snapped his fingers and his Chamberlain emerged from a corner. She poured wine and handed it to the King.

"So tell me, Xavier, what do you need me to do?" He took a sip of his wine as he sat on his bed. "You already convinced me to let you keep it alive. What more do you want from me?"

Xavier looked at the young Chamberlain. She was just a few years younger than the King. She caught Xavier staring at her and looked away.

"Well, Your Majesty, like I said, we can keep it alive and get something from it," He looked at the young King. "But to do that we need to get it to mate."

The King emptied his cup and handed it to the Chamberlain. He picked up a sheathed sword that was beside his bed. "Do you need me to do that for you?"

"No, Your Majesty, I—"

Without warning, the King unsheathed the sword and pushed the tip into the nape of Xavier, drawing blood. "Then what gives you the right to interrupt your King when he said no one should?"

The King's darkened gaze glared at Xavier. Xavier swallowed hard as he folded his knuckles into a fist. All of a sudden he knelt.

"I am sorry, Your Majesty!" He cried out. "Just that we need to get the dragon to fall for a woman and mate with her. I asked some of the Court ladies, but they refused, saying they were scared."

The King sheathed the sword. "Then what do you want me to do for you: force them into the dragon's dungeon?"

Xavier raised his head slowly, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Not really, Your Majesty, but if I could send a word in your name, maybe they would obey, you know, since it is coming from you, our King."

The King remained silent for a while, thinking, before finally speaking up.

"You may go, Xavier, do as you please." He handed the sword to his Chamberlain. "You have my permission."