Dohmenic

"Ah, please..."

The Dralan looked up at his female from between her legs, watching with pride as she writhed at his touch. She was heaving for her breath and thrusting her chest out as he squeezed her pale, but perfect breasts while his tongue rippled between her wet folds. She let out a soft cry and then clenched her thighs around him, her pleasure overtaking her.

He once thought he'd never find anything more addictive than this particular female's pure blood, but that was before he tasted the sweet nectar between her legs. She was so sweet, yet so heady that her flavor would linger on his tongue for hours after he had consumed her. Her scent, the sugary, tingly arousal that she dispersed just for him was his new favorite perfume to wear, a signal to all males out there that this female was spoken for. He owned her, he owned the sounds she made, and he owned every delicious thing she did for him.

And currently, that was climaxing against his mouth, gyrating her hips while she screamed out his name.

He felt his cock twitch with possessiveness when she couldn't stop calling for him, begging for him. Having felt her mouth on him for the first time, having felt her hands bring him to his pleasure, he had been twice as hard ever since. He didn't think he would be able to control himself when she had knelt between his legs and looked up at him like that; submissively, ready to serve him. He had wanted to bring her back up on his lap and spear her on his cock, had wanted to feel her warmth clench around him as he claimed her. But he had restrained himself somehow.

Her legs quivered now and her hands grasped the sheets as her lithe body squirmed while tremors of pleasure ran through her. Seeing her cheeks flush with color and her body sated with ecstasy pleased him. His female was happy, she knew who was doing this to her, and she was letting the whole palace know as she screamed out loudly.

Finally, she sagged in exhaustion, panting for air. He kissed her pink heat one last time, then licked his lips and sat back. He smoothed his hands over her naked thighs and simply just watched while she regained her breath. A pleased smirk lifted to his lips as she finally sighed blissfully, sated.

"Good morning," He grated, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh.

She mewled softly, unable to speak just yet, but her sounds spoke depths of what she thought of the morning.

"I have a surprise for you," He told her. He chuckled when he saw her stiffen, the slight horror taking her face for a moment. "Come, dahna."

He stood up and helped her sit up, her hair in a tangle and body still flush with color from her climax. She blushed even more when he kissed her cheek and dragged her to her feet, her knees buckling unstably. He secured her while he picked up her dress from the floor, the one he had discarded her of last night. He slipped it over her head and let it cover her body, making sure all the body parts that belonged to him were covered. When certain, he then took her hand and led her after him.

"We are l-leaving?" She asked flustered when he headed for the door. Her other hand flew to her hair and tried to comb it to look presentable. He smiled adoringly at her fidgeting, then grabbed her hand and stilled it.

"We're not going far. Nobody will see you but me, I promise you."

She slowly eased up at his words, and he then opened the door for her and stepped out with her. Walking less than five paces down the hall his bedroom was placed in, he stopped in front of another door.

She looked questioningly up at him. "Well, that really wasn't far."

He chuckled and twisted the doorknob. Opening the door, he watched her as she took in the content of the room, watched as her eyes widened and her jaw dropped.

"For you, dahna. To use as you please when I'm not around to keep you company. I want you to be happy and have something to do while I'm away, so I give you this to use to your heart's desire. What do you think?"

She was speechless, but her eyes were watering. He let go of her hand and allowed her to step inside the room to take in every little thing.

Fabric rolls in every color the kingdom could produce. Threads, buttons, textures and attachments in every size and variety there existed, and the supplies were nearly endless. Stacked on shelves where books and old scrolls also presented themselves, it was packed with everything one could need to sew.

But that wasn't all.

One corner was everything paint, canvases and quills for writing. Another corner was a sitting area with comfortable couches to read and relax in. The other end of the room was sewing equipment with busts, mannequins, broad tables and plenty of work space. The room was faced towards his gardens, overlooking the field of roses.

This room was his thank you to all her service to him.

"I..." His female cupped her mouth and tried to blink away happy tears, but they still rolled down her red cheeks. "I... you... this is... all for me?"

He slowly walked up behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders. "I want you to use your talents and have fun today. I'm going to be away all day, and I want to return to the same smile I left on your lips this morning. I've already called for your Kischmir to come and keep you company. Have fun and tell me all about your day when I get back, dahna."

She let out a sob, but then spun around on her foot and threw her arms around his neck. She kissed him in tears and he more than welcomed every part of her. Wrapping his arms around her skinny waist, he devoured her lips and her tears until she couldn't breathe, until she was a mess in his arms and panting for air once more. He loved seeing those lips part in effort to suck down air.

"Thank you," She whispered. Wetness still pooled in the rim of her eyes, but her happiness shone through them as she craned her head up and looked at him. "Thank you, my Dralan. I don't deserve your kindness and generousness."

She deserved everything and more.

"Your Kischmir will be here shortly," He told her and leaned down to kiss her forehead. She closed her eyes and he breathed her in. He knew he would miss her all day, and her scent would be stuck in his nose now. "Enjoy your new room and show me what you've made when I get back. Until then..."

He kissed her lips again and then forced himself to draw back, to leave the warmth of her embrace. She looked longingly after him as he stepped out and with a last smile closed the door. Sighing, he already hated being apart from her, but then straightened himself and focused his thoughts.

It was time to get his kingdom back.

*

The second he stepped into the room, they all fell to their knees before him. He walked straight past them and went to his throne, took a seat and received a goblet of wine from one of the Kathmirs. He gave a firm nod, and out they scuttled. This meeting was for chosen ears only and they knew.

"Arise," He told his Lords and counselors. He watched them rise, then dragged his eyes across them all. Everyone had gathered upon his command. "What's the word from Phlagaris?"

A male with greying hair and tight brown eyes stepped forward and folded his hands. "The materials have been gathered and the wall is being built as we speak. The people of the town has provided your Lathras with everything they need, be it supplies, food, clothes, females. They are helping in whichever way they can to speed up the process."

"And the mountains?"

"No word yet, my Lord. Your Lathras are still scouring the mountains, but there has been no signs of a secret passage or hideout."

He nodded once, then turned his eyes to another male as the latter one stepped back. "The docks?"

"Sire. The ports around Drala are all manned at every hour of the day and night, but there's no evidence of the rebellions. Your people are cooperating and helps the Lathra's screening process in whichever way they can as well. They're all eager to end the war as the Dralan is, my lord."

He nodded curtly again and watched the male bow out. With a sigh, the Dralan then rubbed his forehead when his headache started returning. He showed no sign of weakness to his council though, and stood up, eyeing them all out. "He is hiding out and waiting for something as we speak, and I want to know what. If I don't hear word of anything the next few days, I want to infiltrate his rebellion. He has sent spies to my home; I will send spies to his. He thinks he can claim what isn't his, that his impure blood has a right to ascend this throne. He doesn't!" He yelled. He felt the anger course through him, throbbing inside his veins. "I am the Dralan, my blood is strongest, and he will fucking know it! Nobody takes what's mine!"

His words were thunderous and loud. All the males bowed before him in respect, as they should. Their allegiance showed on their faces as they hardened with resolution. They would not fail him in taking back his kingdom. They would not fail in protecting what needed protection.

His mind fled to his female. She was upstairs in her room, entertaining herself and enjoying her day with her Kischmir. The thought of her being happy and safe calmed him down for now and eased his temper. With a few deep breaths, he slowly sat down in his throne again and reined in his anger.

"Sire," One of his councilors approached him cautiously when he had calmed down. "There is still one matter left on today's agenda. In the event of the twelfth moon—"

"No," He growled out. "I am in no mood for celebrations."

"But my lord, the celebration is a tradition. It would show strength if we were to uphold it, even in the darkest of times, to show the people—"

"That war is at hand, but I still have time to celebrate my birth?" He snarled at the councilor who shrunk. "If you ever question my word again, I will personally dispose of you, Lord Amethist."

The male bowed deeply to him and stepped back. Back to his place. The Dralan clenched his jaw, but nodded satisfactory.

He called the meeting to an end and watched while sipping his goblet as the males exited. Only one remained, staying behind as the doors closed.

"He's right, you know," His friend said, slowly stepping forward. "It would show the people that there are some things Phlague cannot disrupt."

"You may be my friend, Callath, but if you question my word like Lord Amethist, I wont hesitate to treat you the same way."

"I would never question my Dralan's word," Callath stopped in front of him and gave him a solemn look. "I live by your word, and it's my honor to fulfill your every command."

"Good."

"But," His friend squared him with his eyes and made him grit his teeth. "If I am truly your friend, I'll ask you to just consider it. Perhaps a party is what the people need to forget the war for a moment. And, perhaps it might even be what the Dralan needs himself."

The Dralan looked at his friend, seeing him bow respectfully before him. He sighed and once again rubbed his forehead when the headache bit his temples. There was too much weighing on his mind, too many questions and unclear paths.

He was at war with a male, at war with himself. He fought with his heart and his mind, but his body surrendered around his female. He feared it wouldn't be long before the formers surrendered to her as well. All that left him with was his soul, but at least he knew that could never be defeated. It rested in the hands of a much stronger force.

"Fetch me my robe," He ordered and met his friend's eyes. "I will be waiting at the dome."

Leyla

She laughed joyously as Bhria looked around the chamber the Dralan had created for her, a chamber right next to his own. It was a chamber filled with everything a female could possibly hope to have in her life; endless rolls of fabric, yarns and threads, book cases on everything he deemed her worthy of learning, scrolls of parchment and big wells of ink. Even the selection of quills was magnificent. There was a tea station that was stocked with fresh pastries and hot water for her consumption, and the window view from the room faced his beautiful flower garden. The one she hoped to visit one day.

And in the center of the room was a giant bouquet of white roses, plucked from said garden.

"I don't... this is..." Bhria's reaction was exactly the same as Leyla's had been when the Dralan had woken her up one morning and taken her next door. She couldn't believe it hadn't been a dream when he had said this was all hers and that she could use this room to her own satisfaction when he was away. She hadn't known what to say, she hadn't been able to accept it, but the Dralan's word had been final; he wanted to leave her smiling and come back to her, still smiling.

And this room was going to keep her smiling and busy while he tended to state matters.

Because, as he had told her while holding her closely in his strong arms, he was commencing a bloody war that would take his time away from her. He would need her blood and strength now more than ever, but most importantly, her happiness. Like her blood, he fed on her joy and needed it to keep himself sane in the time that would soon come.

A kingdom plagued with war.

Even now as Bhria stuttered to find the words to describe the sight in front of her, Leyla knew the Dralan was currently meeting with his council and his Lathras to make the preparations. It was that reason Bhria had been sent to her, to keep her entertained in her new room.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" She asked the female who still stood in utter stun.

"His majesty... gave you this?" Bhria gaped. She blinked in surprise.

Leyla nodded. "I don't know how to feel about it myself. I'm so grateful, but... I'm just a Bahk. A lucky one, I'll admit, but I hold no title worthy of all this."

"You're a Mihrisa," Bhria reminded her. "The Dralan's Mihrisa. You nourish our King, that's a title worthy of much more than this."

Leyla silently shook her head. "I'm not..."

"Yes you are!"

"No-no! I mean..." Leyla's face bloomed red as the Kischmir looked imploringly at her. "I'm not... a Mihrisa anymore. I'm only a Mihr now."

The gasp from the servant's lips was justified. Her eyes widened slightly, but then she quickly walked up to her and took Leyla's hands. "He touched you? He... did he do it against your desires?"

"What? No!" Leyla exclaimed, taking Bhria and leading her to the table and chairs there was in the room as well. They both sat down. "Oh, there is so much I have to tell you. After everything that happened in Amascahr, we never got a chance to talk. I've been so worried about you. You looked... bleak the last few times we saw each other," She looked carefully at the Kischmir as she lowered her eyes. "If I tell you what happened to me, will you tell me what happened to you?"

She could tell the female was scared of whatever lied on the tip of her tongue, as if speaking of the events was going to make them real - or perhaps would make her relive them. She waited a few beats, but then with a deep breath and a slight nod of her head, she agreed. "Alright."

Leyla smiled gratefully. Without thinking, she drew the female in for a deep hug and held her until she hugged her back. "You're my only friend, Bhria. I hope you know you can trust me with your secrets as much as I trust you with mine."

The female nodded weakly. "I do... You're my only friend as well."

Before it got too emotional, they both pulled back and looked at each other. They then chuckled and shook it off, before Leyla started retelling every glorious detail of all that had happened. Right from how she had spoken against the Dralan, to how he had kissed her, to how she had let him touch him, right up to the last couple of days that had been spent with bathing, feeding, eating, touching and kissing, and lastly, falling asleep in each other's arms. She never thought she would say the words, but they still passed her lips.

"I'm so happy, Bhria. So, so happy. Is it wrong to feel this happy when the kingdom is on the brink of war and other females suffer around me?"

"No," She replied, having hummed the right places during Leyla's retelling, but had been very quiet for some reason. "Everyone deserves happiness. It just doesn't come so easily for some people..."

Leyla watched the female closely. She was chewing her lip and looking into her lap, avoiding her gaze. It was time to get her story out there as well. "Bhria... correct me if I'm wrong, but... lately I couldn't help but notice how..." She paused a second to observe the female's reaction. "How the Dralan's personal Kathmir has taken an eye to you. And how you've done the same." When the female gasped again, she added, "has something happened between you two?"

Bhria's face paled to a ghostly white color and her bottom lip started to tremble again. "I-I-I... he's--I'm not--"

"Sweet Miss! Tell me he hasn't touched you against your will?!" Leyla nearly jumped out of her seat. She couldn't picture Callath being that type, purely because he was the Dralan's personal Kathmir and best friend, but of course just because they were that close, it didn't mean he shared the same manners as the King.

"No," Bhria instantly replied though, making Leyla's heart calm down again. "No, he hasn't touched me... not against my will."

"But he has touched you?"

The female swallowed drily. "He's... he has kissed me on several occasions."

It was Leyla's turn to gasp. "Sweet Miss! He kissed you? Has he done anything else? Did he touch you, did you touch him, has he tried to feed from you...?"

At the last question, the Kischmir bloomed red. Leyla triumphantly grinned and took the female's hands.

"He did! He fed from you! Bhria, do you realize what this means? He likes you!"

"No," She protested and quickly withdrew her hands from her grasp. "He doesn't, he's merely infatuated with me. I don't... I can't..." She whispered and now a sudden tear slid down her cheek, dulling Leyla's bright smile. "I'm so scared. I'm afraid when he's around he'll try something, and when he does, I panic and--"

"Come here," Leyla pulled the female in for another hug and held her tightly while she cried her fears out. "I understand. With your past, I..." She closed her eyes and tried to imagine how difficult looking at- or touching a male again had to be for someone who had only known pain from their side. "I know you're scared, but I truly believe Callath couldn't hurt you. He's the Dralan's friend. If he's taken a liking to you, a male blessed with the fortune of being able to pick any female he wants, then he truly must like you. He does not care that you've been through that, he just wants to make you feel special under his own touch. That's what I believe."

Bhria cried softly against her shoulder. They spent some time in silence until the female gathered herself again and finally pulled back, her lashes wet with tears. She wiped her cheeks, then let out a shaky breath. "I just don't understand how a male like him could fancy someone like me. How he could even desire someone who's been... who..." New tears drowned out her words.

"Because he doesn't see you for what happened to you," Leyla said and gave the female's hand a small squeeze. "He sees you for what it made you; a survivor. A strong female who carried on despite what happened to her. They might've broken you, but you didn't let them stop you. You picked yourself up and continued. Callath sees that and wants to praise that."

Bhria gulped a little. Some color returned to her cheeks, but then she hid her face and shook her head. "I'm just so... confused. I'm a mess. I don't understand these males."

Leyla surprised her by letting out a chuckle. "I don't get them either, nor do I think they understand us. They can only read us from what we give them, and as can we. And what I see from Callath is that he is a good male, fighting alongside the Dralan to make this kingdom a safer place. He could use a female by his side to help him do that."

Bhria looked up at her with more surprise. "W-what?"

"Picture it;" Leyla explained. "Your Callath coming home after a long day and all he wants to do is eat and sleep. Only, as he walks through the door to his chamber, he finds you awaiting him, having cooked for him, knowing he'd be fatigued. You embrace him, and he leans down and kisses you and holds you and whispers to you how much he cherishes you. And then you'll eat together and fall asleep in the same bed. Wouldn't you want that? Don't you think he wants that?"

Bhria looked reddish again, but it was more of a pink shade. Leyla could see in her eyes the fantasy was a dream to her, a dream she wanted to come true under all her fears. She chuckled a little and then took the Kischmir's hand, standing up.

"I know you do. And now, we shan't speak more of it, I think we should sew something special. We could make you a new dress!" She said and pulled the female up as well, seeing her eyes go wide as saucers. "Yes, you need a new dress that Callath can appreciate you in whenever you're not wearing your Kischmir robe."

"W-w-what?" The female stuttered mortified, horror practically gleaming in her eyes. "I couldn't possibly--"

"Hush, these are my things, the Dralan said so himself, therefore I can use them however I want. Now come on, step out onto the floor, I have to measure you."

And then with a squeal, they begun measuring and cutting the fabric, both of them forgetting about their heartaches for a few hours.

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