Dohmenic

As dawn finally cast its subtle glow over the Dralan's castle, the whole town was at peace. After the celebrations last night, it was as if the city had gone comatose and slept past the sun's awakening. Only silence could be heard over the entire castle grounds and the army barracks, all the way down to the kitchens quarters.

The Dralan rumbled lowly as his body came alive once more when the memories of last night came rolling over his body in a wave of sweetness. His cock hardened beneath the sheets, and for what felt like the hundredth time, he felt the urge to sink back into his Amorsa, whom was laying comatose in bed besides him; spent and exhausted.

Turning his head towards his female, the Dralan felt his chest swell with pride and admiration as she laid there sleeping, signs of fatigue staining her face.

He had lost count of the times he had taken her last night. The whole night, it seemed their bodies had been inseparable, just as their mouths had been fused together in fervid lust. Today, they were feeling the results of it.

He had filled her with his seeds over and over again. Every time he had emptied himself inside her tight canal, she had cried and clenched around him and all but accepted them and wrenched every last drop out of him.

She had been as hungry for his seeds as he had been relentless in giving them to her.

Watching his Leyla sleep now, worn and sore from his insatiable need for her all of last night... he felt his cock twitch once more, longing to be inside her again.

Cursing under his breath, he watched as her peaked nipples stood out in the chilly morning air, the covers having slipped below her chest and exposed the two firm peaks he had sucked on desperately last night. His eyes lifted to her neck, where the delicate, fine skin was chewed as well, but not broken.

- He would never again taste the fine and pure liquid that was her blood.

Gritting his teeth, his longing for her only grew worse as he thought about what he had lost, and yet what he had gained in return. For while The Blithesome Miss had taken his privilege of drinking her now tainted blood, a single spec of blood was now all that he would truly need.

One drop. One drop of precious, fertile drop of blood to carry his seeds to her womb and give him the life he wanted to see her grow round with, that was all he needed. Even though her bleeds had all but ended, a single drop of remaining blood was all he would need to give him an heir.

- To make her the mother of his youngs and the Dralaq of his kingdom.

A possessive growl suddenly rolled lowly from his throat as he looked down at his sleeping Amorsa.

She would look so beautiful carrying his seeds. Not once. Not twice. Not enough times for him to count. He wanted a litter and he wanted it from her.

His cock twitched again, as if agreeing with his thoughts, and once more, he wanted to be inside her, to empty his seeds in her already filled womb. The amount of times he had released himself inside her was more than enough to have secured a single pregnancy, if just one drop of blood from her bleed had remained.

And yet it still wasn't enough to satisfy him.

Looking at her flat stomach, he knew he would not stop until he saw her grow round with his young, until she was blooming with his seeds and the life he had given her. She would be a beautiful mother and a strong protector of his youngs. She would bear them safely and bring them into this world unharmed. Of that he was certain.

By the Miss. The Dralan growled and felt as his manhood throbbed even harder now, so hard his spent cock started to ache. The hours of being inside his Amorsa had taken its toll on him as well, yet the pure sight of her made him hard all over again and made him forget how sore he felt.

He needed her one last time. One last time before he had to get out of this bed to deal with the matters at hand that he had created. Once his Mihrisa, now his Amorsa, left him without a female to feed from, there was a highly dangerous situation that needed a solution.

- But right now, all he could think about was feeling the velvety soft insides of his now deflowered Amorsa.

Brushing his finger gently over her pink and healthy cheek, still flush from the last time he took her, he saw her eyelids flutter softly, but not open. She was exhausted. Would she even be able to take him one more time? Should he let her rest?

"Dohm...menic..."

He watched as his Amorsa's lips parted to moan his name out softly, so sweetly his body tickled with tiny goosebumps of pleasure. Her voice was raw and spent, and yet the lust it held was enough to make him curl up behind her.

"Dahna," He whispered back, before lowering his lips to her mouth. She whimpered out a soft moan, but he sensed as her body came alive, just like his. The instant her scorching heat expelled from her body and ensnared his own, he knew she wanted him again as well, despite both of their soreness.

Lifting her leg, he threw the covers off their bodies and watched as her pink crevice grew moist with need for him for the hundredth time. It was a sight he had seen so many times last night, but watching it in the morning light, so faintly, yet so brightly, seemed to add timber to his already burning internal fire. He watched as her sweet folds, sticky with his mess, parted as he lifted her leg up sideways and allowed his cock to slip between her legs.

His Amorsa gasped softly and arched her tiny body towards his as she felt his hardened cock run along her sensitive lower lips. He was so large compared to her tiny form. Her waist was so narrow, he wondered if they would have trouble delivering his youngs. And yet, as last night had shown, his female was stronger than her body appeared, every time she had keened beneath him with his cock buried deep inside her.

Growling, the Dralan leaned his lips down to his Amorsa's ear and purred softly into it, watching how her body prickled with goosebumps. She trembled lightly, but purred back, the same time her arse dug into his hips, demanding what was rightfully hers.

"Amorsa tua," He whispered into her ear solemnly, before pushing his hard cock into her tight temple.

Just as every time he had entered his female, she gave a small whimper, followed by a cry as he slipped deeply inside her in the first thrust. He filled her out completely and felt as her inner walls stretched so sweetly and softly around him, all he could do was groan.

Never. Never would he grow tired of this female and the way her body felt against his. Her soft skin, her silky insides and her sweet cries that filled his ears with pride and possessiveness.

They all belonged to him.

"Dohmenic," She cried out his name as he drove inside her and made her legs tremble. He could feel her insides clenching around him so tightly every time he pushed deep inside her and nudged her deepest end. "Dohmenic... yes..."

He pushed faster and faster as sweat begun to form on her beautiful skin. It preened with arousal and flushed as his teeth scraped along the vein in her neck and smelled how her arousal tainted her blood.

- One day he would feed from her like this. Buried deep inside her, he would fill her up with his seeds as he emptied her vein with deep pulls. He would feel her teeth in his own neck and surrender to the ecstasy that only the bed of matrimony could give them.

- Joined feeding during carnal relations. The highest gift The Blithesome Miss had given them.

A gift he wanted from no other than his Amorsa.

But first, she needed to be his Dralaq.

Growling, the Dralan thrust deeply inside his female and felt her body tighten up as he pushed her over the edge. Her insides caught his cock in a vice grip, and left with no other choice, he expelled a roar and emptied himself inside his female.

Feeling his Amorsa twitch around him, she cried softly as her own release filled the room. He could smell her pleasure in the air, felt it ferment the room and his skin, branding him as her lover, her male, her mate. She claimed him with his scent every time he made her come, and every time, his chest filled with pride.

She was such a perfect female. His female.

Brushing her now flushed cheek again, the Dralan leaned down to kiss her, sensing her body slowly falling away to unconsciousness once more. She was entirely spent, satiated and filled with his seeds, covered in them both inside and out. Even so, the second he tried to pull free from her tight core, she clenched her muscles around him and whimpered a sound that told him to stay - stay within her and keep her filled up.

The Dralan hummed and chuckled lowly, sweeping his hand down to her flat stomach to caress it once more.

She wanted his youngs. She desperately wanted to carry them for him, and she wanted to be the one to give them life. She had taken his seeds every time and had no intentions of giving them back before they were fully grown inside her, so it would appear.

"My sweet dahna," He whispered. A male should not care for a female as much as he did, but he feared it was impossible for him to dismiss what he felt for her now. Being bonded, mind, soul and body, he couldn't grasp how The Blithesome Miss had managed to create such a beautiful and pliant female that at the same time held more strength that any female should have.

And yet he would not change her if he could.

Her gentle body suddenly went soft in his arms and her eyes closed as sleep overmanned her at last. Holding her in his arms, he could not find it in his heart to let her go, even though his duties now demanded it. He had done as he wanted, and now he needed to move on with his tasks.

And quickly, so he could be back in her arms again before she woke up.

Slowly and reluctantly, he therefore pulled himself free of her and heard her sweet and faint whimper escape her lips as he pulled his cock out of her; a protest. His own lips twitched at the sound.

"You'll be mine soon, sweet Leyla."

*

The castle had begun to awaken, bustling Kischmirs walking down the halls to start their daily chores and Kathmirs walking around, uncovering the windows to let in the sunlight. The last cleans ups from yonder's celebration were being handled, but the Dralan heard none of it as he sat in his study, glaring into the distance.

Last night had been a moment of fate and destiny. The Blithesome Miss had predestined it and their bonding had been completed. His Leyla was no longer a Mihr or Mihrisa, but now fully a female. He had tasted her and he had had her... and he had bestowed upon her his seeds.

Before Leyla, his sole responsibility had been to ensure that his legacy was given to a female of worth - a female of noble, pure and strong blood who would carry healthy and strong-blooded sons. The Kingdom needed a strong leader, but an even stronger successor. As was the ancient law.

But his Leyla was no noble female.

Bracing his face, the Dralan sighed deeply as the weight of the duties that had been placed upon him weighed him down. He knew what he wanted, but the law made it impossible. It was a law he could not change, for it was the foundation of their entire specie; the epitome of the laws of the land. Tradition could never be broken by even a Dralan, even if he wanted to. The law was the law.

Except under one condition.

Lifting his head, the Dralan clenched his jaw and turned towards his window, standing up and walking towards it. His eyes fell to the gardens surrounding his palace, watching Kathmirs pull weeds from the ground while talking lively to each other, so unconcerned.

If the Kingdom knew he was now weakened and without a Mihr to feed from, the kingdom would turn to another leader. It was that very reason his blood drought earlier that year had been kept a secret from the public and his side of the palace had been closed off, except for a few select Kathmirs and Kischmirs. The lack of Mihrs and lack of feeding had made him visibly sick in the end. After Leyla had come into his life, he had been stronger than ever and it had shown. Her blood had done him good and so had her soul.

But now, things had changed.

A knock finally sounded on the door and the Dralan turned around. "Enter."

The door opened, and with a deep bow, the male stepped in. "My Lord."

"Callath." The Dralan gestured for the Kathmir to take a seat in one of the chairs, but halted the second the male came forward. A thick odor of something hung around him, something warm, heavy and...

And possessive.

The male had bonded.

The Dralan narrowed his eyes, but couldn't help but watch his friend warily as he took a seat. He now noticed the male had a glow about him as well, along with an aura of... pride.

Oh, yes. Pride indeed. It was the same aura he himself wore; The pride of a bonded male.

Bhria. His childhood friend had taken his Amorsa's Kischmir to his bed last night and given her his seeds. And from the looks of it, it had been a long night.

"You sent for me?" The male asked, keeping his voice level as the Dralan looked him over. The male was practically itching in his seat, as any bonded male would, having been pried from his newly bonded female. The fact that he had even left his bedchamber at all was proof of how loyal the male was to his Dralan.

"Yes," The Dralan finally replied, smiling a little at the notion of his friend clenching his teeth in impatience. "I did. There's been a development and I require your assistance."

At that, the distracted male looked up and seemed to take a better look at the Dralan – the same kind of look the Dralan had just given him. It was then the Kathmir widened his eyes and halted his breathing, no doubt smelling the same scent on the Dralan as he himself wore; that of a bonded male.

"You claimed her," He whispered. The Kathmir stood up abruptly and leaned forward. "My lord—Dohmenic. Tell me you did not take her to your bed."

"I did," He confirmed.

The Kathmir pulled away and muttered a sacrilegious oath. "By the Miss! Dohmenic, what have you done? You've taken her purity?"

"I have. She is mine now."

The male continued to utter curses and started pacing the floor. "By the Blithesome Miss... Dohmenic..."

He had expected nothing else from his friend and Kathmir. Had the circumstances been any different than those of last night, it would've been a reckless, downright foolish choice. But as the case was...

"It was destined, Callath," He voiced, seeing the male halt in his steps. He slowly turned his head towards the Dralan and raised a questioning brow. "The Blithesome Miss gave me a prophecy less than a month ago. She told me that the answer to my troubles would be revealed to me in the light of the full moon. Leyla was my answer."

The Kathmir looked at him speechlessly. It took a full minute before he finally composed himself and then sighed heavily. "If the Blithesome Miss has foreseen it, then I won't question my Dralan. If you say it is so, then it is so. But, it still does not change the fact that Leyla is not of pure blood, my lord."

"Do not speak her name," He warned the male, harshly. Now that he was bonded with her, her name should be his privilege to speak, only. "And that is why I have called upon you. I am aware that my Leyla is not of pure blood, nor from a bloodline of strong blood, but she is my destined mate nonetheless."

The Kathmir nodded slowly, but gritted his teeth. "Very well. Then what do you want me to do, my lord? What can be done? Sweet Miss, the kingdom will never accept this mating, Dohmenic. Your council, the Lords—"

"They won't," He interrupted, cutting straight to the chase. "Unless... the circumstances were dire."

Callath looked upon him, cocking a slow, confused brow. Once again, the Dralan understood his confusion.

"Her bleedings were still effective last night," He calmly told, seeing the male widen his eyes for the third time. "There is a chance I might have impregnated her."

The male glared at him in shock. Then, shaking his head, the Kathmir took a deep breath. "Dohmenic... are you telling me... you mated with her... while she could produce you an heir?"

The Dralan nodded calmly. As the Kathmir muttered another oath, he crossed his arms and leaned back, waiting for the male to reach the same conclusion as him.

"Were you thorough?" He then asked. He turned towards his Dralan and eyed him out. "Was she bleeding enough? Were you thorough enough with the—"

"I was thorough," He affirmed, an image of his Leyla flashing before him, naked, sprawled out on the bed and crying out as he pumped her full of him. "If the blood was enough, my seeds will have taken. But there is no way of knowing until a few weeks."

Callath nodded, swiftly. He now saw what the matter of today was about. "But the heir won't be legitimate. Unless she becomes the Dralaq, any young she births will be a bastard. And since she's of no royal blood..."

"Time, Callath," The Dralan spoke. He clenched his fists and closed his eyes. "I intend to wed her."

"Wed her?" The male glared at him as if he had truly lost his mind now. "The kingdom and the council will never allow it. You know that, Dohmenic, sweet Miss."

"We're at war. The kingdom is desperate for hope," The Dralan growled out, slamming his fist against his desk. The Kathmir straightened out, crossing his arms. "The council is under my command. Leyla is still a Mihr to their knowledge. In times of war or in cases of no noble births being eligible for a Dralan to pursue, in dire and absolute extreme cases, the law states that a Mihrisa or Mihr may be wed to a Dralan, as long as she remains pure upon the day of the wedding."

"But she is not," Callath pointed out, harshly. "You took her purity, Dohmenic."

"But they don't know that," He replied, cocking his head to the side.

The Kathmir looked positively stung by now. He glared at the Dralan, a wild expression on his face.

"Dohmenic... are you saying... you intend to mislead the council and marry an impure female?"

"I am," He confirmed slowly, a smirk spreading on his lips, "and I will."

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