CHAPTER NINE
Once we are all bathed and clad in silk, Veyara approaches us and gestures for us to fall into step behind her. I oblige immediately, uncertainty creeping up my spine.
“Where are we going, now?” Lena asks softly, and Veyara smiles knowingly.
"To the quarters of the Dragon King; Ayshek himself," she says casually as if this happens every day. I realize for her, it likely does. It does nothing to soothe my nerves.
“Already?” Trinity blurts, and I glance over my shoulder to see that the other girls in my group seem rattled for the first time. Perhaps the gravity of the situation has finally struck them, or perhaps they’re having sudden doubts. I feel vaguely comforted to see that I am not the only one without worries.
"Yes. You four are to please the Dragon King to the best of your abilities. He will take some time to consider his options, and he will ultimately make his choice," Veyara murmurs. I begin to quake slightly, my fear nearly overwhelming. "Do not fear, young ones. Do not overthink things. Simply enjoy the sensations," she advises, coming to a stop in front of a massive doorway. She knocks twice, and the door opens to reveal the most luxurious bedroom I have ever seen. She gestures for us to step inside, and I take a moment to consider my surroundings. The windows are covered in heavy drapes, obscuring the sun from entering the room. The only light is that of a few candles scattered across the room. There is a large, circular mattress that sits in the middle of the chamber, surrounded by smaller mattresses. I can only wonder how rambunctious these sessions get, but Veyara clears her throat, capturing our attention. "Drop your robes, and wait for his royal highness," she announces boldly. With that, she turns her back upon us and leaves the room. I glance to the other girls, who seem hesitant to reveal their bodies. Lena is the first to drop her robe, and the others follow suit. I reluctantly allow my own robe to drop to the floor, draping myself across one of the smaller mattresses. I try to pose sensually but realize I must look entirely clueless. The other girls are too wrapped up in their own thoughts to tease me now, but Lena catches my gaze and offers me a warm smile.
“Remember what I told you. Enthusiasm,” she calls. I nod my head, and we all fall silent as we hear heavy footfalls stepping towards the door. I arch my back, presenting my heaving breasts for all to see. The door opens, and my mouth goes dry as a man with dark bronze skin steps into the room. My eyes are locked on his every move, and I realize I have never seen another like him in my life. His body is, as the others speculated, built like that of a god. There seems to be a glow about his skin, his muscles rippling with every step he takes. His hair is long and dark, but his eyes… gods, his eyes; they shine a bright shade of gold that is quite obviously inhuman in nature. He glances towards me, and a surge of… something shoots between my thighs, making my body throb with excitement. Two other men flank him, but they are nothing compared to the sheer perfection that is this man who can only be the Dragon King. He is silent, drawing his gaze away from me and considering the other girls in the room. He hums throatily, dropping the towel wrapped around his hips. I feel my eyes widen in a manner that is likely comical as they’re drawn to the stiff and throbbing staff between his thick thighs. Saliva gathers in my mouth, and he steps towards the large circular bed and sprawls across the middle. He points to me, and I swear my heart ceases beating for a long moment.
"Come," he murmurs, his voice velvety and warm. I crawl across the mattress, the engorged tip of his manhood jutting out towards me. He smiles gently, and I return the expression as confidently as I can, wrapping my hand around his length. His jaw tenses and I say nothing before lowering my head. The taste of him is not altogether unpleasant, though somewhat salty. He presses a hand to the back of my head, urging me to continue. I oblige him, my body thrumming with pleasure as I work his manhood. I feel the other girls crawl onto the bed, and I can feel him shift as they work the rest of his body-- teasing his nipples, kissing his voluptuous lips. His attention is briefly shifted from me, but that only pushes me into teasing him further, flicking my tongue against him. He groans softly, and while the other girls receive their share of attention, I can't help feeling as if his eyes remain on me for the good duration that we are all making love. When I feel him beginning to pulse in my mouth, he draws me away and pushes me onto my back. I expect excruciating pain when he enters me, but he is surprisingly gently. His lips press against my neck, my collarbone, my breasts. Though I feel something tear inside of me, the touch of his hands is enough to soothe the ache. I feel my mind cloud over with sheer pleasure.
It is ecstasy.