The Dragon King's Forbidden Hunger

18+ WARNING

This chapter contains mature sexual themes and explicit content intended for adult readers (18+) only. Reader discretion is advised.

I stood at the edge of the ballroom, my body still humming from the encounter with Aria. My cock had been half-hard since the moment our eyes met, and Ivy's possessive grip on my arm only made the tension worse. She was saying something about the hosts, but my attention remained fixed on the woman who had just lowered that child to the floor.

Aria. The new head maid. That was all I knew about her. Somehow, she had managed to tame the notoriously troublesome royal children from the neighboring kingdoms, earning herself quite a reputation among the visiting royals. There was something intriguing about her, something that kept drawing my attention despite my best efforts to ignore her.

My gaze traced the curve of her throat, the way her breasts rose and fell beneath the modest neckline of her gown. I wanted to tear that fabric away, see what lay beneath.

"Darling?" Ivy's voice cut through my thoughts. She pressed closer, her breasts soft against my arm. "The hosts are waiting."

I nodded absently, but my eyes found Aria again. She was watching me now, her thumb dragging across her lower lip in a gesture that made my cock twitch. That wicked little smile on her face suggested she knew exactly what I was thinking.

The thought of her naked, spread out beneath me while Ivy, my betrothed, sat beside me, completely unaware of where my thoughts had wandered, was almost enough to make me lose my composure right there in the middle of the ballroom.

Ivy noticed. Her fingers dug into my sleeve, her smile tightening at the corners. "Ignis, you're being rude."

"Pray, pardon my discourtesy, my dear." I murmured, inclining my head, though I wasn't truly sorry. Not when Aria was looking at me like she wanted to devour me whole.

The night dragged on with painful slowness. Ivy kept me close, her body pressed against mine as we made our rounds, but my mind kept returning to that woman.

The way she'd held herself, the intelligence in her gaze, the subtle challenge in every word she'd spoken. I found myself wondering what she'd sound like when she came, whether she'd maintain that regal composure or finally let it crack.

More than that, I thought about my missing son. I had searched every kingdom for months, driven by raw grief and fury, looking for any sign of a child with crimson scales and dragon fire. Yet, standing in this misty Fox Kingdom, looking at Aria, the crushing weight of my grief felt different. It was shifting into something sharp, hungry, and entirely focused on her.

Later, in our chambers, Ivy was already reaching for me before the door closed. Her hands worked at my belt, her mouth hot against my neck. "You've been distracted all night," she whispered, her fingers wrapping around my cock. "Let me help you focus."

I let her push me back onto the bed, watched her climb over me in that ivory gown. She was beautiful, confident, everything a queen should be. But when she sank down onto my cock, it was Aria's face I saw. Aria's hands on my chest. Aria's pussy clenching around me.

Ivy rode me with practiced ease, her breasts bouncing as she moved. I gripped her hips, thrust up to meet her, but my mind was elsewhere. I imagined Aria beneath me instead, her legs wrapped around my waist, her nails digging into my back. I imagined the sounds she'd make, the way she'd command me even while I fucked her senseless.

"Harder," Ivy gasped, and I obliged, driving up into her with enough force to make the bed frame creak. But it was Aria I was thinking of—how she'd look spread out on these sheets, how she'd taste, how she'd feel when I finally claimed her.

I came with a groan, my cock pulsing deep inside Ivy's pussy. She collapsed against my chest, satisfied and spent, but I lay awake long after she fell asleep. My mind kept returning to Aria, to the promise in her eyes, to the way she'd looked at me like she knew every filthy thought running through my head.

Tomorrow, I decided. Tomorrow I'd find her again. And this time, I wouldn't let her walk away so easily.

Morning light filtered through the tall windows of the royal tea chamber, casting golden patterns across the marble floor. Even though the gala had ended the previous night, the kings and queens of neighboring realms were still gathered in the Fox Demon King's kingdom, enjoying the royal hospitality before returning to their respective lands.

They sat in elegant clusters, their conversations a low murmur over porcelain cups and silver trays. Ivy sat beside me, her hand resting possessively on my thigh beneath the tablecloth, her fingers tracing idle patterns that promised more later.

I reached for my cup, trying to focus on the conversation about trade routes and border agreements, when movement near the doorway caught my attention. Aria moved through the room with that same regal bearing, her posture straight, her steps measured. She carried a silver tray of fresh pastries, but it wasn't the food that held my gaze.

The child with fox ears and a tail clung to her chest, small hands kneading at the fabric of her gown. Those ears twitched with each step, the fluffy tail curled around her waist. The baby's face pressed against the swell of her breast, and a heavy, familiar ache suddenly squeezed my chest as I watched them.

My missing son would have been around this age. He should have been in my arms, learning to command the dragon fire in his blood. Instead, I was sitting across from the Fox King's heir, watching a human maid tend to a child that wasn't mine.

But as I stared at the way the fabric stretched, wondering how her body was responding to that insistent touch, a strange sensation pulled at my core. My dragon energy flared, reacting to the ambient air around Aria.

The heat beneath my skin spiked, recognizing a faint, cooling trace of magic coming from her direction. It was a phantom feeling, a biological, soul-deep pull I couldn't explain—and it quickly twisted into a fierce, roaring intensity that demanded control.

What a lucky little bastard, I thought, heat flooding through me. He gets to touch what I want to claim. The image of my own mouth replacing those tiny hands flashed through my mind—sucking, biting, making her gasp. The child had clearly inherited strong genes, those ears and that tail exactly like the Fox Demon King's, but it was the woman holding him that made my blood burn.

Aria's gaze lifted and found mine. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she registered exactly where I was looking. The corner of her mouth curved upward, not quite a smile, more like a challenge. She didn't look away. Instead, she shifted the child higher against her chest, and I watched the way her breast moved with the motion, heavy and full, completely aware of the chaotic effect she had on me.

Ivy's fingers tightened on my thigh. "Ignis?" Her voice held a warning edge. "You're staring."

I forced my attention back to my cup, but the damage was done. Aria had seen. She knew. And from the way she lingered near our table, adjusting the tray with deliberate slowness, she wasn't planning to let me forget it.

"Your Majesty," she said, her voice carrying that same regal tone from the night before. "Would you care for another cup?"

Her eyes held mine, and I could see the knowledge there—the certainty that she had caught me looking, that she understood exactly what I wanted. The child made a small sound against her chest, and she stroked his back with one hand while the other held the teapot steady.

I nodded, extending my cup, and when our fingers brushed, the contact sent electricity racing up my arm. Ivy watched the exchange with narrowed eyes, her grip on my thigh becoming almost painful.

"Thank you," I managed, my voice rougher than intended.

Aria's smile deepened, and she leaned forward just slightly to pour, giving me a clearer view of the way the child's face pressed against her. "My pleasure, Your Majesty. I am here to serve."

The words hung between us, heavy with implication. Ivy's nails dug into my leg through my trousers, and I knew I would pay

for this moment later. But right now, with Aria's eyes on mine and that child still nursing at her breast, all I could think about was how soon I could get her alone.