Leyla

"Greetings, my lord."

"Greetings."

Leyla curtsied deeply before the Dralan and saw as he with bemused eyes looked upon her fashionable curtsy. She had been practicing her etiquettes for the future, for when she would be addressing the lords of the kingdom as their Dralaq.

"Very good," The Dralan praised her with a chuckle, turning his eyes back to the book he was reading. He had taken some of his studies to the bedroom, in order to spend a little of his busy day with her. He had been so busy the past few weeks that any time together during the day was a blessing. She knew he was working hard for the future of the kingdom, so it seemed only fair she tried to do her part as well.

"Thank you," Leyla beamed and curtsied again with a giggle. The Dralan chuckled as well, shaking his head at her antics. "I was worried about the depth of the bow. It said to never bow lower than the navel, unless the lord is higher ranked or of purer blood than yourself. But it's always below the navel with any member of the royal family, be it distant or close relatives."

"That is correct," The Dralan replied, watching her slowly bite her lip. "So how would you bow to me, dahna?"

Her eyes met his, and seeing the electric blue inside his darken, she swallowed slowly. "I would... bow low."

"Show me."

With shaky steps, Leyla stepped up in front of the Dralan. He was sitting on the edge of his chair and slowly laid away his book on the table. Turning his full attention towards her, he then watched as she slowly grasped her dress and curtsied deeply before him.

"Lower," He instructed.

Leyla bowed even deeper, feeling her body heat up as she the Dralan leaned forward, observing her.

"Even lower, Amorsa." His enthralling voice hummed.

She was almost reaching the floor at this point, but Leyla still went lower, her legs aching from being in the position. She kept her pose, however, and kept her eyes to the ground. But she felt his intense gaze staring down upon her.

"Hmm... try on your knees, dahna."

Leyla felt a flash of heat in her body. She willingly dropped to her knees and didn't hesitate to come closer and crawl between his thighs when he spread them and urged her even closer with a finger.

"Do you remember how to show your Dralan how you care for him?" He whispered right near her ear. She heard the sultry stain in his voice. The same that made her instantly blush.

Leyla nodded steadfastly and dared to peak up, suddenly primed with need to remind him how much she appreciated her Dralan. "Yes."

His eyes were challenging and his jaw was tight as he cupped her face and brushed her rosy lips. "Then show me, Amorsa. Show me how you care."

Like a wave of heat, Leyla felt it rise throughout her body, bursting with need. Their days had been so busy recently, all they had together were nights, and the Dralan had been exhausted by then, even if he tried to hide it. She had missed his touch, missed... servicing him.

Blushing more, Leyla laid her hands on his thighs, feeling the strong muscles beneath her palms. Her eyes, however, were transfixed on the large bulge that had risen beneath his breeches. The strong appendage that she so dearly loved feeling moving inside her was waiting for her.

"My Lord," She breathlessly whispered, slowly leaning down to kiss him. She peppered small kisses all over his throbbing bulge, mewling softly as she felt him caress her hair.

"Take me into your mouth, dahna."

All the air left her lungs. Hesitantly, Leyla glanced up, seeing the Dralan hold her gaze with a burning one of his own; A commanding one. His desire permeated the air, wafted up into her nostrils and made her shiver as the scent drove her mad. Carefully, she undid his breeches and freed him from his confines.

Leyla sucked in a breath. Even though she had seen her Dralan so many times before, the sight of his glorious manhood never seized to amaze her. He was so large, so thick... so impossibly hard.

The veins that ran up his shaft seemed to pulse as she watched his cock stand proudly for her. The tip was a beautiful dark pink shade, moist with his arousal as it leaked gently from the slit. She gulped heavily, everything inside her aching to have him within her again.

"Do you like what you do to me?" The Dralan purred, bringing her out of her thoughts. Leyla quickly looked up and saw him staring down at her, breathing lowly as he watched her wide eyes. "Do you like what your Dralan feels for you?"

She nodded shakily, but firmly. By the Miss, she loved it. The Dralan was this erect, and it was just for her.

This male belonged to her.

"Dohmenic," She mewled in need, before bringing her mouth around his warm tip.

Sucking gently, she heard the Dralan hiss as her tongue licked across his slit and tasted his seeds. The flavor had her trembling, moaning hard as it exploded in her mouth; The taste of his virility. The same seeds he used to fill her with.

Dipping lower, Leyla strained her lips around his large member and took more of his length into her mouth, whimpering lowly when the girth challenged her jaw. The Dralan muttered a curse above her, gripping tightly onto her hair.

"Leyla," He growled out, feeling her tongue grind along his length. He cursed again and tightened his grip on her hair even more.

Leyla started sucking gently, moving up and down his slick length that seemed to grow harder and harder every time her tongue licked him. More seeds started to fill her mouth, causing her to moan even more when she sensed his pleasure heighten.

By the Miss, she wanted to please him so badly.

"Such a pliant female," The Dralan groaned out as she sucked eagerly on his cock. "You care for me so well, dahna. Do you like having me in your mouth?"

She nodded with difficulty, not wanting to take him out. She kept her lips wrapped around him as she sucked on him even more, dipping as low as she possibly could.

The Dralan stiffened and suddenly kept her there, stuffed with his cock down her throat. All of his thickness was throbbing in her mouth, coating her tongue in his slick warmth. Leyla whimpered, but felt as she began to drip herself, shivering with intense pleasure.

To feel her male throb so hard for her...

Then, the Dralan pulled her back. Leyla drew in a deep breath, but then kept on sucking on his tip, kissing him down his length until she found the two heavy balls beneath; The place where he kept all of his heirs safe.

She kissed each sac gently, while thanking The Blithesome Miss in her head for giving her the chance to even have them inside her, the most precious seeds in the whole kingdom. Even if they hadn't taken to her womb, she felt so grateful for having had them inside her in the first place. For feeling them within her.

"Dohmenic," She whimpered out, almost at her limit. She was so aroused, she could barely keep still.

"Fuck."

With a curse, the Dralan pulled her off the floor and lifted her up before she had a chance to process it. Leyla let out a gasp and then felt as the Dralan growled against her mouth, before claiming her lips fervently.

Slipping his tongue into her mouth, Leyla melted in his grip and felt as he fucked her with his mouth slowly, kissing her possessively, dominantly. She barely registered as he seated her on his lap and yanked up her dress.

In one solid thrust, he had pushed himself past her moist lower lips and buried himself inside her. Leyla cried out and threw her head back as he filled her up to the brim, stretching her deliciously. She barely adjusted before he started thrusting in and out of her, moving her on and off his cock by holding tightly onto her ass.

"Dohmenic!" Leyla screamed out against his neck and clung onto his shoulders as the wet clasp of her sex taking him grew louder and quicker. The air got harder to breathe as he rippled within her, stirring up her insides, denting her furiously with his driven cock. Pleasure exploded inside her, and clawing at his back, she moaned feverishly into his ear.

"I can't resist you," The Dralan growled lowly, grunting as her insides clenched tightly around him. He cursed blasphemously. "My female. My Leyla."

"Dohmenic," She whimpered softly as his cock started to swell inside her, his movements getting rougher. "Please...!"

Grasping her chin swiftly, he meshed his lips against hers, just as he brought her to the peak of her pleasure. Crying and sobbing against his mouth, Leyla could do nothing but hold onto him as her body convulsed with pleasure. Her insides throbbed with need, aching to feel him fill her up.

- He complied more than willingly.

With a harsh hiss, the Dralan stilled inside her and then started jerking within her, filling her with his hot seeds. His semen coated her insides—completed her as she fell apart against his shoulder, lost for breath. She clenched around him, squeezing his member for every last drop as he continued to fill her. Finally, after what felt like hours, he exhaled and rested his forehead against her shoulder.

They sat like that for minutes, simply catching their breaths. Leyla felt him still inside her, slowly, very slowly deflating, pulsing softly as her insides held him. She hummed quietly and kissed his neck. "Dohmenic..."

She heard him gulp heavily. Pulling back at the sound, Leyla's eyes then shortly widened when she saw his fangs had extended, aching with need.

His thirst had started.

"Dohmenic," She whispered, cupping his face when he grimaced and shook his head.

"I'm fine."

He was thirsty. He was on his third week almost, of not feeding or having even as much as a drop of blood. Pure blood sustained longer, but it wouldn't last forever. They needed to move things along fast, or he would...

Leyla squeezed her eyes shut and refused to think about it.

They would be fine. He would survive and he would drink from her again the moment they were mated. That was the future and that was the only future.

"Dahna," He whispered, brushing her back with his thumb. "I'm fine, I promise."

Like a true Dralan, he refused to show his weakness. Leyla nodded quietly to admonish him, but she knew as well as he did, he couldn't hide anything from her. Not when they were bonded like this.

"I have to meet with the counselors," He then murmured against her neck. "I must go."

Leyla nodded again and then pulled back, shivering as he lifted her off her and laid her onto the bed. His mess was dripping out between her thighs, but she had no mind to clean it. Not as the Dralan got up and retied his breeches, fixing himself up without meeting her eyes.

"I'll see you at dinner," He told her, before grasping a few papers from the table and heading towards the door. Without another word, he then left, locking the door behind him.

Leyla sat quietly on the bed, alone once again, sighing meekly.

- Something told her her future as the Dralan's mate wouldn't be easy.

Callath

Callath watched with a tired, yet relieved spirit as the heavy marble alter was brought into the great hall, escorted by no more than twenty panting males.

Finally. The ritualistic alter had arrived.

Watching as the males made sure it was seated exactly where it was supposed to be, Callath nodded in approval as the giant white marbled bed found its new home, no less than a week before the ceremony was set to be held.

One week until the Dralan and his female would climb the alter and mate their bodies in front of the council and all the witnesses. Callath himself would be amongst them, honored to sit in and behold the moment he made the female his Dralaq. The day his best friend would be mated for life.

Callath couldn't help but smile faintly. The notion of his friend's mating brought undeniable feelings into his own heart as he thought of his own female.

One day he would mate her as well. Had he been an honorable male like Bhria's brother had wanted him to be, he would have waited to have her until their wedding night. That just hadn't been possible, though.

As Callath with a last glance made sure the alter was in place, he turned and left the room, heading down the halls to his bedchamber. The night had fallen on the kingdom, and the late delivery had been his last assignment of the day.

Walking towards where he knew his female would be awaiting, his heart started thumping louder as he thought of the possibility of a future with her.

Would she want youngs? And if so, would she want his? They had never discussed the future, because in the past, even the present had been almost too much for her to consume. She was a delicate, yet strong soul, but she was still recovering from her past. Every time the mere thought of it passed through him, Callath's fist clenched in anger.

If he ever found the males that had harmed her, he would kill them slower than winter turned to sunmer. These males had robbed his female of the notion of a future, and it had taken everything she had to trust a male again. He wanted to have a future with her, but what if this was all she could handle?

Pausing as he reached his bedchamber, Callath listened when he heard a faint humming from the other side. He closed his eyes and listened with a sore heart as his female hummed a song to herself while she prepared for bed. He heard the characteristic sound of her unbuttoning the robe of her Kischmir dress and sliding the material off. His hands twitched to burst inside and help her.

But now that the thought had rooted in his mind, Callath knew he would find no rest until he knew the answer.

Did his Bhria want a future with him?

Twisting the doorknob, he slowly walked in and met his female with a smile as she turned when she heard the door open. She beamed back at him and immediately laid down her hairbrush, opening her arms to greet him. "Callath."

His heart sang as she uttered his name affectionately. Without wasting a moment, he shut the door and stepped forward into her arms. Leaning down, he pressed his lips firmly over hers. "Dahna."

Kissing his female softly, he listened to the sweet moan that came from her throat. Her delicate fingers weaved through his hair and caused his cock to harden in his breeches. Her touch was like silk.

"Amorsa," He breathed against her lips, taking her hand and pressing it to his beating heart. "How was your day?"

"It was good," She hummed back, pulling back ever so slightly to meet his gaze. She offered a smile. "Busy, but good. How was yours?"

"The same," He agreed. Brushing her cheek, he then sighed and pulled back to start preparing for bed as well.

Untying his Kathmir robe, he shrugged it off his shoulders before pulling his tunic off underneath. He watched as his female turned back to her own preparations, shrugging the last layer of her robes off until she was in nothing but her shift.

"Will you sleep naked with me tonight?" He implored her, coming up behind her, just as she was folding away her dress. She halted and gasped lightly as he grasped her hips, bunching the fabric of her thin shift.

Sliding his hands up her slender body, he felt as she leaned into his chest and allowed him to explore. His hands slid up and cupped her two heavy breasts, already needy for his touch.

"Callath..." Her breathless moan replied.

"Will you?" He whispered.

With a faint nod, she then let him tug the last fabric off her body, throwing her shift away on the floor. Standing naked before him, he didn't waste a moment to spin her around and her cup the back of her head.

Bringing his mouth down upon hers, he slid his tongue languidly against her lips until she with a pliant moan parted them and allowed him entrance. His female grabbed on to his shoulders and all but pulled him down as he started backing them towards the bed. He kicked off his boots on the way, before picking up his female and placing her on his bed.

"I missed you," He confessed, a truth he confessed every night, after a full day spent apart from her loving soul. He heard her moan beneath her and squirmed as he wrapped her leg around his hips, letting her feel the proof of his words against her apex.

"I missed you too," She panted out, whimpering when his trouser-clad hips started grinding against hers. She moaned against his mouth and fluttered her eyes shut.

Callath groaned with earnest. He could picture them like this every night; After a full day of working, coming to this moment where they could finally reunite. In the future, he saw them like this, after their youngs had been put to sleep and the evening was finally theirs—as a mated coupled, reaffirming their love for one another.

"Dahna," Callath groaned, the weight of his thoughts pressing on his shoulders. He had to ask her. "Bhria, mea Amorsa."

"What?" She breathed back at him, arching her chest up in fervor, letting her beautiful pink peaks hypnotize him.

"Sweet Miss," He cursed, dipping down and forgetting all that was on his mind. Her dusky nipple was sucked into the cavern of his mouth, and his reward was her pleasurable cry.

"Callath!" She ran her fingers down his back, scraping lightly as his fangs elongated in his mouth, repeating the pattern on her nipple gently. He lightly let her feel the strength of his bite as he carefully bit into her breast. "Ah!"

"Mine," He possessively reminded her. She cried out again as his tongue suckled on her stiff peak. "Amorsa tua."

"Callath!" His female was losing her bearings. With every measured thrust of his hips against hers and every delicate lick and bite against her chest, he felt her fall apart more and more. He wanted—needed to be inside her.

Spreading her thighs apart, he had barely reached for the hem of his breeches when there suddenly came a rapid pounding on the door. His female screeched below him and instantly reached for the sheets.

"Away!" Callath yelled furiously. Nobody would come between him and his female in a moment like this, not even the Dralan himself.

"My lord!" A muffled, but alarmed voice spoke on the other side of the door. "It's the barracks! Some Lathras have returned and they were ambushed! They're greatly injured!"

"Send them to the infirmary!" Callath growled back, irritated that they were bothering him with trifles like these. Lathras were wounded every day. It was hardly need and cause enough to come disrupt him after hours.

"But my lord! One of the injured Lathras are asking for you specifically!"

"Who?" Callath snarled, just about ready to throttle the messenger away, until the Kathmir spoke again.

"Lathra Byhron."