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We rode through the rain for hours. Dramon is in the lead while his people follow behind in a wide triangle formation. It smells like mud, wet animals, leather, and male.

The pleasure at my sex has dulled, and I'm left feeling sore, damp, and miserable. The pain in my knee only makes things worse.

I'm not used to riding with another person, especially one with hard thighs and a harder cock. I want to slip Dramon out of me and ride Treysa, but custom dictates that I remain on his lap, connected with him until we reach our new home.

As we ride, Dramon's people stare at me. Although they can't see, they know I'm stuffed so full by their leader that the soreness of my cunt competes with the discomfort of my knee.

There are so many eyes on me. I feel like an accessory– a broken one.

It's not a nice feeling.

Treysa walks beside us calmly. Her familiarity provides some warmth that fights the coldness of this unknown man and my unknown purpose. I'm not sure if I'll ever feel this warmth for Dramon, or my new title as his Queen.

When the rain lifts, my muscles loosen a little, but I'm a long way from feeling relaxed.

"Are you hungry?"

The rumble of his chest is so powerful, that for a second, I confused it as thunder.

He wants to take care of me. His words are soft, but the rest of him is rock hard. This man is a walking contradiction.

"I'm fine."

I'm not. I'm starving and hurting, but I've ridden through worse. I won't start complaining now. I already look pathetic enough with my bum leg.

"You lie."

He accuses me?

I look up at him, offering lightning in my gaze to counter his thunder.

When I feel his hand squeeze my waist, I jerk a little.

"I can feel your stomach grumble. Be honest with me. It is my duty to protect my Queen."

Duty, not interest. He was forced into this wedding by King Centres. Maybe he had been attracted to me at the beginning, when I was whole. Now, I am a burden.

I don't answer him, so we ride in silence until the rain lifts. I can see more clearly now. Flat terrain rises to form mountains, vegetation becomes more colorful, and clouds are plentiful.

Dramon's people move from mountain to mountain, unlike my Clan which preferred rocky, flat terrain. Each Clan is different, and I don't know much about Dramon's. Whatever is coming my way is a mystery.

"We will have to fly from here. I will have two of my men escort your beast. She will arrive in about a day."

I nod, and reach out to pet Treysa a goodbye.

When Dramon's beast expands his red wings and takes off, the air cools the inferno on my knee. My knee appreciates the relief from the pain, but there rest of me is stiff as I look down at the shrinking planet. I've never been on a creature that flies. I prefer being secure on the ground with Treysa.

Dramon doesn't say much about my death grip on his arms. I'm careful to avoid his ring, not wanting to cover it and risk offense.

My eyes lock on my own arm, where my ring used to be. It is still bare.

We start descending, and my anxiety begins to lower. There are enormous, colorful flowers below us. Most are red, but there's a black one in the edge. The petals fall downwards, creating a tent.

Dramon lands first, and some people start emerging from under the enormous tent-petals. As usual, they're mostly men with the rare female and child here and there.

They stare at me, not their King, as we get closer.

I hide my breasts against Dramon, but not my gaze. I stare back at them all.

"I return with a wife," Dramon spoke. "She is now Venus of Zarith. You will respect her. She is not below me."

People step closer, some curious about me because I'm a different species, others dipping their chin to show respect because they heard of my history. No one looked angry, although I suspect jealousy runs through the women.

Overall, everyone respects their King, who hasn't failed them yet, and they don't question his authority.

"May the Fires be with you, Rider Queen."

"May the Winds be with you, Queen."

"May the Earth gift you a child..."

"May the waters bless your union."

Good wishes come from every direction. One in particular grabs my attention.

A child.

I've always known I'll have to give this planet children. The duty was likely completed while Dramon spilled inside me the first time, or maybe the second, or maybe right now, if the hardening of his cock is any indication of an incoming orgasm.

The thought of a child saddens me, because although I signed up for this by accepting King Centre's command, I'm not ready for motherhood.

Dramon moves both hands to my ass, and swings off his beast. He lands hard enough to thrust surely back inside me, and fight back a moan when I feel a spark of pleasure. To my horror, I instictively bit into Dramon's shoulder.

He pauses and looks down at me, and I'm quick to pull my dull teeth from his muscular shoulder.

People part as he walks by, and I'm shocked when women start throwing a blue-colored dust at us. It hits my back and splashes off Dramon.

"What is this?" I ask, closing my eyes in fear the dust will hit them.

I've never seen anything like this. It seems like an attack, and I'm tempted to fight the bullies. I only hold back because I know it may be an unfamiliar custom.

"I will explain later."

He walks through the red petals and slides under the black one. His space is simple, which is ideal for packing and leaving. No Clan stays in one spot for too long, afraid that settling into a place will disturb nature. Clans are always relocating from one place to the next out of respect.

Dramon walks to his bedroll, which is literally a pile of furs. His people don't care much for human comforts.

He kneels and places me on my back. Now that our journey is over, we can separate. I widen my legs and watch him reach between us. He pulls out a few inches, slowly, as if not to hurt me, and then grabs his base and pulls the rest of the way. So much semen spills out of me that I cringe with embarrassment.

I turn to roll to the floor to avoid spilling on his bed, but he pins me by the hips and keeps his attention on the stream that comes out of me.

It's embarrassing. Although my body now belongs to him as much as he does to me, although I've had him in me for hours, his gaze makes me squirm.

He stares even after I'm dry, and my sex does something odd– it clenches so hard that I can see my clit flutter. I don't know why. Was it begging for more, despite its soreness?

Dramon's nostrils flare, and I swear that his face inches closer. Unable to take more of this, I sit up and drop my legs while hiding the pain that the motion caused.

Reaching down, I start to ball up the fur to set it aside and clean it later.

"Leave it be. Someone will wash it."

I've never let a Clan Member clean my body fluids, other than blood. I'm not starting today.

"I will do it myself," I insist. "I need my cane."

He nodded. "I will get it."

He stood, naked and hard, and the size of his length answers why I'm incredibly sore. I doubt I'll be able to walk even with two canes.

I mess around with the furs to avoid looking at him, and the blue dust trickles off me. As I wrap a clean fur around my shoulders, I ask, "what is this blue substance?"

"You must bind your hair."

"What?" I reach for my hair. The sun can be so excruciating that I'm thankful for my short hair for protecting my head

The people of Xelor find human hair fascinating, as it's brown and black instead of a dark green, and short and curly instead of long and straight. My hair is one of my best features, and I would hate to have to bind it.

"My people believe that when a Rider Queen has her hair free, she is displeased or angry at her King."

"What does that have to do with this blue dust?"

"There are only two ways to please her."

"What are those?" I ask, wiping the blue stuff off my skin.

"Give her what she wants, or fuck her."

I tense. Dramon isn't shy with words. He is bold.

"So the dust is... a sexual stimulant?"

His chin dips, like an arrow pointing at his swollen groin and the abs I felt as I sat on his lap. "It will only affect me."

"Oh."

There is fire in his eyes. Not because his irises are naturally red, but because they burn for me Dramon wants me. Once underwater and once while traveling amongst his people wasn't enough.

This warrior, who has a thousand stories written on the scars and soft wrinkles on his face, screams a new one with his eyes.