The warm touch of oiled bath water came to envelop Wailora's body, she sank deep beneath the rim of the tub, the waters calmed her.The handmaiden's, Lamti and Westa, sat kneeling waiting to tend her needs. Both were of Persayio blood, a small tribe just outside the territory line of Crystal Springs. They had been born sisters and had come to serve the Talon family in honor of their parent's past sacrifices. Being a kind and gentle people, the young women found they were happy to help a Tyliquin. Despite the reputation the race had been forced to claim, they found Wailora to be a kind and honest girl. Both blonde young ladies had become a sounding board for the young witch. She felt secure in trusting them with her secrets, including the biggest one of all: she had feelings for the King.
"I wonder when he will return? Do you girls have any idea when he will come to see me?" Wailora asked softly. "I am certain it will be today, M'lady. It is said that his Grace returned this past eve. I am sure he will pay you a visit if for no other reason but to check on your progress," Lamti spoke with a smile. She picked up a brush and began to run it through the thickness of herWailora's hair. Like most of her race, the young Tyliquin had hair that formed curls. Its depth came to fight at the strokes of the brush, leaving her maid's often times with sore wrists.
"You miss him, don't you? I do not see how you find the time to admire him with how her Grace drags you around. She is so very kind, you are like her daughter now. Though I am not sure how she would take to your desires of her husband. Female dragons have been known to kill others who may prove to be competition." Westa began to caress Wailora's arms and breasts with soap, her eyes coming to fall upon the scars that lay over her skin. "Well, I enjoy living here...I never thought I would sleep in a place such as this. A castle is much different than the bed and chambers of a brothel. I am thankful for all they have done for me. I just find it hard not to gaze upon him with such lustful eyes. You both have been beneath this roof longer than I. Surely you understand my longing. He is handsome and fierce but so utterly caring. Not to mention his deep and alluring voice or his long blinding white hair. Oh, what I would give to touch it." The young Tyliquin laid back as the two came to rub her feet.
"Oh, we know indeed. You should be happy you have never once come to see his body so deliciously unveiled. It is quite the show, the hardened muscles, the battle scars, and that birthmark," Westa spoke giggling, her face coming to tuck downwards. "Oh, don't you start that! The girl doesn't need to know of such forbidden and private things. We shouldn't even know of them, you will only entice her more. Perhaps even into an obsession with his Grace. Such an action would seal her in a coffin," Lamti said shaking her head with a giggle. "Well, what could it be that is so utterly horrible? Why can I not know, it is not as if I will ever see it. I was forced to look upon genitals I did wish to...at least, let me fantasize."
"The King has a crescent moon just above his cock. It shines like diamond dust no matter if he takes our flesh or his own. As for his manhood, it stands different from typical human men." Wailora came to laugh. Her maidens were so much older than her, but she felt as old as them. She was certain she had seen more forbidden things than them in her short life. When it came to the acts of sex, she was never shy nor frightened, but this put her cheeks to blush. "Are you pulling my arm? Do you speak words of truth? The King has a birthmark of a moon over his manhood? Honestly, are you serious? How did you even find out about such a thing? I thought only the Queen could gaze upon him in such a way." Westa shook her head. "No. When Laxrindren was injured, he had to be bathed, clothed, and fed. Such jobs do not fall into the hands of a Queen. He came to rest within the clutch of the servants, and we just so happened to be available."
"Yes. Elgama tended his wounds and healed him, but we bathed him. It was us that cleaned his chambers and changed his dressings. Being able to touch him in various areas was payment enough. Though Lamti gave it away, and the King's grip found her wrist." "Oh, Westa! You wouldn't dare tell her that!"
"Tell me what? What did you do that the gentle Laxrindren Talon would strike hand against you?" Lamti rolled her eyes and moved to fetch two towels. She sat one upon the floor and opened the other awaiting her lady to exit the tub. "Come now, out of the water. You will turn into a prune if you do not leave the water soon. And surely you would not want his Majesty to see you so shriveled." Wailora giggled and hopped from the water allowing the soft towel to wrap her body. "Oh, come now. I have shared my darkest terrors with you two...I must know this. It is, after all, your duty to keep me entertained." Lamti rolled her eyes and huffed. "Well, I was bathing him, and when it came time to cleanse his manhood...." She stopped speaking her cheeks flushing. "Well, I—" "She continued to stroke him a few more times than necessary for cleaning purposes." Westa interrupted.
"Oh. Well, you would have done the same! Besides he liked it...he woke up that is certain." "Yes, Wailora, he woke up and grabbed her wrist and sent her away. She has been banished from such duties." The young witch fell into a deep laughter falling onto her bed. "You tried to rub off the King? While he was ill, did you actually want it that bad?" She could not contain her laughter. Deep down she would have done the same in hopes of feeling his touch. "Oh, go ahead and laugh. I can always say I've touched the cock of a royal dragon. The two of you cannot. Besides, I doubt he even remembers." The three women came to laugh as Wailora got dressed. A knock fell upon her door, and suddenly, the giddy laughing came to an end.
"Who goes there?" Westa questioned moving towards the door. "It is your Lord. I have come to share words with Lady Wailora." "One moment, your Grace. She is currently getting dressed. Would his Majesty mind waiting a moment or two?" "Not at all. I shall remain here until she would have me." Westa turned to face both her sister and her lady with wide and panicked eyes. She saw her hair wrapped into a neat bun before rushing off to the closets. What color would you have upon you?" She asked watching Lamti begin her delicate eye lining. "Silver," Wailora whispered pointing towards the long and full gown to the right of her wardrobe. Snatching it and rushing back, Westa began to dress her. The gown had been hand sewn by the Queen's personal seamstress. It bore a skintight corset and a full ball gown skirt hemmed in the purest of Quartz crystal. The three took a moment to look over the young Tyliquin before the King was allowed inside. The door swung open and in he came. His soft and gleaming smile touched her heart as he gave a bow.
"Afternoon, Lady Lora. I see you have taken to a dress that compliments you quite well." He spoke. "I had I came to the assumption that you would come to visit me today. I wished you to be pleased with how I look." "I am always happy when my eyes set upon you. It seems you never fail to impress." Wailora looked to her handmaidens and spoke sternly. "Leave us to talk. I shall call you from the den when I am in need." The two women fell into a curtsy leaving Wailora and the King to their bidding.
"So what brings you to visit me, your Grace? Tales of war? Perhaps information about what I shall become here? I do wonder how your travel home was. I worried for your safety venturing into lands known for their hatred." The King shook his head and moved forth his large hand caressing her cheek. "No. I have come to spend some quality time with you." His body pressed upon her small frame as his free hand moved to undo her hair. "Do not see it pinned any longer. I adore the way it naturally frames your unblemished features." "Yes, my Lord I will make sure to—" Her speech was halted with a kiss. His lips were soft and warm, his touch sweet and igniting. He moved her towards her bed where she came to fly backward into its linens. She giggled and bit her lower lip at him. "Oh, so innocent are we?" His thumb came to free her lip from between her teeth."Leave the biting up to me," he spoke dominantly kissing her once more, this time his own teeth finding her full lip between them. His body pressed between her legs, and she found herself wrapped around his hardened frame. He pulled at the hem of her dress lifting it playfully over her head. His face left hers and came to disappear under the many layers of her skirt. She could feel a light tapping on her shoulder, and suddenly she realized she had been daydreaming again. "Milady, his Majesty asked you a question." Spoke Westa, her tone shaken. The girl had locked gazes with the man, and now she stood staring blankly at him. Her head shook softly pulling herself from his trance.
"Apologies. I simply..." In fact, she didn't have the words to say. Once more, she had embarrassed herself. "Ladies, please leave Wailora and me to our devices." The girls left the room but stood silently listening through the door. "Have a seat, my dear. I wish to speak to you about something very important." Talon moved to take a chair within her chambers, patting his lap as he did. Wailora's eyes grew wide with excitement, and soon she found herself sitting on his lap."What might that be, your Majesty?" She asked folding her trembling hands into the dip of her lap.
"Well, my wife and I have been speaking of your permanent stay here. As I am sure you know my wife has yet to bear us, children. Hexonia has grown to love you that in such a short time we wish to legitimize you." The girl's head turned a bit to the left in confusion. "Legitimize? But as what?" "Our daughter." You are young enough in your years to be taught the ways of our people. And in the case of our deaths, we need an heir, one that would override the one known as Lord Draconvieh, Hexonia's elder brother." "So I would be a Princess...?"
"Yes, you would be, and one day you would be Queen. You have a heart forged by the hands of purity. Despite your past, you remain a kind and loving young lady. That is what makes a Queen of Crystal Springs." His lips came to fall upon her right temple, and suddenly she was floating on air. "So you would be my father? And Hexonia would be my mother?" "Yes, that is correct."
"But I look nothing like you. I do not bare your blood or your features. And well...my birth mother she is still out there somewhere. Would I be forced to forget her?" Talon gave a sigh having thought of this himself. "It would not be wise to forget the woman who gave you life. If it was your wish, I would find your mother and bring her here. But it is not looks nor blood that makes a parent. It is love, guidance, and protection that makes a real guardian." "If it pleases you, King Talon. I owe you my life, and if that payment is to be your daughter, then I am forced to admit it would be a small price to pay. If I may be so bold, may I confess something to you?" The King turned to tilt his head towards her. "Of course you can, my child. You can tell me anything no matter how grim it may be."
"I wish to seek out my mother and give her my good-byes before I am legitimized, I feel within my heart she deserves to know why she may never see me again." The King kissed her cheek allowing its touch to linger a moment. "I will see it done. But if I do find your mother, the Queen and I will not keep you from her. She would be welcomed as you were here. It is not as if we lack the room to provide her a home. The only problem is I am not certain how long it will take me to find her. My wife has grown restless. I fear you will become our daughter long before I find your mother."
"I understand, Lord Talon...I will do as commanded. You have shown me nothing but kindness, and I would be a fool to deny you. Any life you could offer me even now would be a vast improvement from the one I have been forced to live. I can only pray that one day I will be wise enough to carry out all you ask of me." "I am sure you will be. If nothing else, Tyliquin witches know how to lead." Laxrindren stood and made his way to the door.
"I must go. I am needed at the eastern gates. I shall come and visit you again, perhaps we should go riding." "I would enjoy that very much," Wailora replied, her body dropping into a curtsy. The King came to bow before her taking his leave. No matter how she tried to combat them, her feelings for the dragon continued to grow. "How am I to be his child when I feel as I do?" She thought to herself. She had no idea how to bring a resolution to her problems, and deep down she did not wish to find one.
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