Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 42414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 212(@200wpm)___ 170(@250wpm)___ 141(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 212(@200wpm)___ 170(@250wpm)___ 141(@300wpm)
By pouring his seed inside this female, he became the master of not only her destiny, but the destiny of Archaeus. Their offspring would be strong, because he was strong, and they would be smart, because she was smart. They would have absolutely every advantage.
He held her hips and bounced her on his cock, helping her lift up enough that she could feel the length of him filling her creamy wet sex time and time again.
Finally, he could take it no more. The beauty of his human mate was too much, and the desire to fill her took precedence over everything else. All that mattered to Archon in that moment was filling her hole to the brim with potent seed.
He grasped her hips and pulled her down on his cock, unleashing a torrent of come inside her until that tender chalice of flesh between her thighs was filled with royal seed.
“Good girl,” he praised her, kissing her deeply. “Such a very, very good girl. You have earned yourself a reward.”
That was what she needed to hear. Now for what the rest of them needed to hear.
“It is done!” He declared, lifting her up from the throne by her hips, and showing her seed-soaked hindquarters to all who were present. “You have seen me mate this woman, and you know what that means.”
A faint cheer rose from some of the more loyal nobles, but for the most part the room was full of the near-silent grumblings of the discontent. Good. Archon had no interest in pleasing those who did not support him. He hoped they were angry, indeed, he took great pleasure in their anger. Not as much as he had taken inside Iris’s sex, but still.
Chapter 25
“Now that’s out of the way, I have a surprise for you.”
Iris couldn’t imagine how Archon might surprise her now. Even washed and dressed, she felt somehow naked, as if all could see her shame through the walls themselves.
It was a bit much to expect him to be a gentleman. Kings with dragon blood were not gentle in any sense of the word. But he had been kind enough to carry her from the royal chamber and let her soak in a nice bath, which was almost romantic.
Now Archon led her into a small-ish storage room. There were barrels of some items, and crates of other items. This did not seem like a romantic place to make up for everything he had just put her through.
She opened her mouth, and was about to say as much when all of a sudden…
“SURPRISE!”
All the wrongs Archon had ever done, well, most of them anyway, were suddenly undone as the entire village came leaping out of the woodwork. Not literally, of course, but it appeared that way to Iris, who was utterly shocked to behold those she thought were lost to Earth here on Archon’s ship. Which shouldn't have had woodwork whatsoever come to think of it. It must have been added for their benefit.
She was embraced in a surge of humanity, her family wrapping her in their arms and covering her in kisses and telling her how much they’d missed her. She told them all the same things right back. She felt as though she was encapsulated by the most pure love, that of those bound to her by blood and fate and place.
She looked over at Archon, beaming widely.
“You got my family back! You kept your word! You got all of them!”
“I did," he said. “You seemed unhappy without them, and I prefer it when you are happy. Besides, I am not a liar, and a deal was a deal.”
“Simple as that, is it?”
“We heard you’d become famous and rich,” her grandfather said. “Heard you’re some kind of queen to this king bastard who burned all of Wendy’s cook books.”
“Yes. Well. That wasn’t my finest moment, but it was amusing for the… anyway,” Archon coughed. “Enjoy. I hope you are all very happy here.”
Chapter 26
“This is not how it was in the age of grand kings.”
Smithers was completely correct. It was not how it had been in the age of grand kings. In those times, the castle had been a dark place, largely empty, cavernous halls full of riches and little else. It had been quiet then. Refined. Occasionally some army or other would attack and then there would be a great deal of screaming and dying and they would have to wash the blood and entrails off over a period of weeks, if not months.
Now the screams were less panicked and pained, but somehow louder and even more wild. Brimsley did not care for it. But it did not matter what he cared for, because Archon was king, and therefore whatever grand mess Archon decided to rule over was his business.
The kitchen was full of Iris’ grandmothers, aunts, and cousins. Each of them was insisting on making their recipe for the first dinner of their occupation, though Smithers and Brimsley had both been instructed not to call it that.