He pulled himself out of her, slowly, and put her back on her feet. Megan reached to pleasure him with her hand, and held on to her wrist. “Let me love you,” he repeated. “Just relax.” And she did. She leaned back against the cool wall, which sent tingles down her spine, and let the prince run his tongue along the tips of her nipples and down her toned stomach.
When he arrived just below her belly button, Megan put her other leg over his shoulder, the uninjured one, spreading herself for him. He started kissing her, getting closer and closer to the wet, aching flower between her legs, but stopping just before reaching it. He let his mouth hover for a moment, so that she could feel his hot breath breathing life into her, and then with the softest, slightest movement, he put the tip of his tongue between her lips and tasted her. She was moaning and could barely keep her legs from quaking and giving out from the sensation.
His tongue explored her, penetrated her, when one of his hands reached around and grabbed her ass, then gently caressed its way up her side and to her chest. Megan moaned, loudly, in between quick, eager breaths. When she was close to climax, Rokkan slowed down his technique, to draw out the orgasm.
Once she’d reached sweet, aching satisfaction, and once her breath returned, she guided Rokkan’s mouth up to hers, pushing gently up on his chin. “I love you,” she said, wrapping her legs around him.
He entered her, slowly. “I love you too.”
The pleasure Megan received from Rokkan’s tongue was tantalizing and physically marvelous, the pleasure she felt being joined with him, having him inside of her while the two of them kissed and traded sentiments of romance and affection, was unmatched.
When they finished, Rokkan insisted she stay in the shower with him, even though she had taken one that very morning. He said he needed help take care of his wound. He didn’t, of course, it was easy to reach and the washing process was not that complicated, but Megan knew it was just his way of saying he needed her there. They washed each other, sometimes taking breaks to kiss and just hold one another, standing together under the shower water.
After they turned off the shower and dried themselves, Rokkan found he was yet again aroused, and the two lovers opted for a second round, this time in the bed. This distraction, along with the extra long shower, took up most of their morning, and by the time the two of them were dressed and ready to go, it was lunch time.
“You think your family will be around?” Rokkan asked. “Or Amara or Lou? I would love to see some of them –– I feel like it’s been ages.”
Megan smiled, enjoying the fact that Rokkan wanted to spend time with her friends and family. After the battle, Rokkan had provided Lou with temporary asylum status, which was all he could award her without holding an official trial on the matter, as per District One law. In a month, when the status automatically expires, Lou will have to plead her case to a jury made up of District One citizens, or be sent back to District Three and stand trial for treason, which they were trying to convict her on. She was worried, as was Megan, but Rokkan assured them that as leader of the district, he can repeal any decision made by a jury in low-brow cases such as these. This overreach of political power didn’t exactly make any of them comfortable, but if it meant Lou could stay in District One, safe from those pursuing her, they would have to make do.
“And what happens again if the jury revokes my asylum status and you repeal their decision?” Lou asked that afternoon, when she, Amara, Rokkan, and Megan met up for lunch.
“There is a new trial,” said Rokkan. “With a new jury.”
“And what if they revoke her status as well?” asked Amara.
“Then I’ll repeal their decision again.”
“There has to be a better system,” said Lou.
“Welcome to politics.” Megan smiled. “Where nothing ever makes any sense and everything takes forever.”
Lou shook her head. “Say what you want about the blood-thirsty, human-torturing mages who run District Three, at least they know how to structure an efficient court system.”
They all laughed and the subject was changed to a sunnier, happier one.
Chapter Sixteen
Meeting the Parents, Part Two
Two weeks after the battle with the wolves, the king of draaks visited District One. At first, no one knew what was happening. It was late afternoon and those who were outside at the time, recall hearing loud swooshing, almost whistling sounds coming from the sky, just before seeing the sun temporarily blocked by a group of a dozen or so dragons flying overhead. Fearing the worst, the citizens flew into a panic, and somebody sounded the alarms that blared their warning throughout the entire district.
Emergency protocols were set in motion. Rekk found Prince Rokkan in the library, with Megan, who, upon hearing the news, promptly transformed into his dragon form, knocking over a table and two books shelves in the process, and flew off in the direction of the courtyard.
“What’s going on?” Megan asked, as she and Rekk ran down the hallway and towards the front entrance of the castle. “Are we under attack?”
“I don’t know,” said Rekk. “All I heard was that a group of draaks arrived a few minutes ago and have stationed themselves in the courtyard. They demanded a presence with the prince immediately.”
Megan felt sweat begin to form on her brow and under her arms, and she knew it wasn’t just because she was running harder than usual. “We can’t take another attack,” she said, in between labored breaths. “A lot of our men are still in recovery from the last one. Why would the king send another group of draaks to attack District One? It doesn’t make any sense.”
Rekk shrugged and started to pick up his pace, prompting Megan to do the same.
When the arrived at the courtyard, Prince Rokkan was standing in the center, facing another green-skinned draak, this one older than the prince, and sporting more scars. There was a palpable intensity in the air. The two were speaking, but Megan couldn’t hear what they were saying from where she stood. She squinted in the direction of the older draak, who was standing in profile from her perspective, and realizing who it was she smacked Rekk on the arm.
“Hey” said Rekk. “What was that––”
“That’s the king,” said Megan. “That’s Rokkan’s dad.”
Rekk turned his gaze away from Megan and the two of them gaped at the scene unfolding in front of them. Slowly, they began to creep forward. Getting as close as they dared to, they both leaned in slightly, turning one of their ears towards the fighting father and son.
“Why did you come?” Rokkan asked, his right hand wrapped firmly around one of his many knives.
“I came to congratulate you!” said the king. “On your victory over the wolves. I heard it was quite a show.” He pointed to Rokkan’s shoulder. “And I see you’ve got a battle scar to prove it. Good for you, boy.”
“I’m not a boy,” the prince yelled.
“You’re right,” said the king, smiling. “You’re a man now! Which is exactly why I’ve come.”
“And I don’t want you here.”
“Oh don’t say that.” The king shook his head, and looked at his son with condensation, as if looking down at a small child who just learned how to use a bad word. “What kind of welcome is this? I know when you left we weren’t on the best of terms, but I’ve put all that behind me now. You should too.” He took a step forward. “Come, son, let’s go back to your castle and talk this out over a drink.”
“Talk what out?”
“Your future of course,” said the king. “Now that you’ve successfully conquered this district, and solidified the draak’s control over these people, it is time you move on to our next project.”
“What do you mean ‘next project’? You sent me here to be the new leader.”
The king shook his head. “No, I sent you hear to take and to plunder. Which, it seems you did. There is no more work to be done here, save making sure these sniveling, ugly humans stay in line, and Kidam can surely handle that.
She’s still your top fighter, yes?”
At the mention of her name, draak woman stepped out of the crowd forming behind Prince Rokkan. “I would be honored to do whatever you need of me.” She bowed. “Your grace, but I do want to say that prince Rokkan has done a wonderful job so far––”
“I’m sure he has! And now I am rewarding him for all his hard work.” The king smiled at Kidam. “And I am rewarding you, don’t you see that? This is a promotion.”
Kidam offered Rokkan a somber look as she once again bowed to the king. “I humbly accept.”
“Great, then it’s settled!” the king clapped his hands together, and grinned a grin that reminded Megan a little too much of Rokkan. Her stomach did a somersault and she had to focus on keeping down her lunch. “We can figure out the logistics later. Now, I believe I spotted the castle on my way in,” he said. “And my men are very tired from the journey here.”
“But––” Rokkan started to speak but his father talked over him.
“Would you care to fly with us?” he asked.
“Uh, no.” Rokkan said, looking away from his father and finding Megan’s face in the crowd. “I will walk.”
“Suit yourself. But don’t keep me waiting too long, I have another surprise for you.” He winked. “I sent my men to escort her to the castle already.”
Did he say her? Megan nearly ran out in the middle of the courtyard herself and demanded an explanation. The king, however, had already transformed, the process was much quicker for him, and was flying in the direction of the castle.
* * *
“What are you going to do?” Megan asked, as she and Rokkan walked together, hand and hand, back to the castle. “Do you want to go?”
“Of course not,” he said. He squeezed her hand. “I am not going to leave you. And besides, I like it here. I like the people, and I think I’m really starting to get the hang of this whole being a leader thing.”
Megan nodded. “I think you are too, but what about your dad?”
Rokkan sighed. “He’s just going to have to accept my decision.”
“And if he doesn’t?” She scoffed. “I mean, no offense, but he doesn’t seem like the most agreeable man.”
“No, he’s not. But this isn’t going to be a negotiation. If he wants to take me away, he’ll have to do it himself, while I’m kicking and screaming.”
Megan laughed. “Now that’s the mature way to handle things.”
Rokkan looked at her, slightly hurt at first, then he too started to laugh. “If he’s going to treat me like a child, then I’m going to act like one.” He let that sentiment float in the air between for a bit and then added, “I don’t care how immature he thinks I am. I won’t let him come between us.”
“Speaking of coming between us.” Megan thought about how to best phrase the question that has been plaguing her for their entire walk. “What do you think your dad’s surprise is?”
“If I had to guess,” said Rokkan. “I would say he’s brought me a wife.”
Megan stopped in her tracks. “A what?”
Rokkan stopped as well and turned around, grabbing Megan’s hands. “Don’t worry! I’m not going to marry her. I love you, and nothing is going to change that.” He started walking and gently pulled Megan along with him. “My dad said, before I left to come here, that while I was gone he would find me a wife. At the time, I had no reason to refuse the offer, I wasn’t in love or anything and I’ve known for my whole life that my marriage would be arranged by him when the time came.”
“So it’s tradition,” said Megan. “In draak monarchies for there to be arranged marriages?”
“Yes.”
“Then what makes you think your dad is just going to let you spit on tradition and marry me instead!”
Rokkan looked at her out of the corner of his eye and grinned. “Who said anything about us getting married?”
“Oh, I uh––” Megan’s face felt extremely hot all of a sudden and her right foot hit the back of her left, causing her to stumble. Luckily, Rokkan was able to keep her from falling. “I didn’t mean it like that.” She said once she was once again steady and he was holding her in his arms. “I guess I just thought… but now I realize how ridiculous that must seem to you.”
His smile had not faded, in fact, it seemed to have brightened. He was practically beaming. “I was just kidding,” he said. “Of course I’m planning on marrying you! I mean, not right now––”
“Of course not right now!” said Megan. “I mean, that’s insane.”
The prince nodded. “But not as insane as I think I would go if I had to live even a single day without you.”
She kissed him. “I wish we could stay here forever.” They were standing outside the doors to the castle.
“Me too.”
“Why did your dad have to come and wreck everything?” Megan said, putting a little comical, childish whine in her voice.
“That’s what he does best I’m afraid.” The doorman opened the front door for them. “Ready to meet him?” He asked, motioning for Megan to go in ahead of him.
“No,” she said, stepping over the threshold. “But let’s do it anyway.”
* * *
The king and his men had made themselves at home in the castle’s dining room. When Megan and Rokkan arrived, they had pulled a few of the rectangular tables together to make one long one, and were ordering the kitchen staff around like slaves. There were a few dozen of Rokkan’s men in the dining room as well, sitting at the other tables. Kidam sat at the king’s table.
“More beer!” the king yelled to a young woman who was walking back to the kitchen. “Get us more beer and ask when our first course will be ready!” He ripped into a piece of bread from the basket which the girl had just put down in front of him, and spoke with his mouth full. “Terrible service around here! These people aren’t scared enough. In District Eleven, that girl would have jumped out of her skin the second I raised my voice.”
The king finally noticed Rokkan, who was standing to his right. “There you are! Sit down!” He pointed to the empty seat next to him. “The girl is just about to bring us more beer.”
“Dad.” Rokkan put his hand on the small of Megan’s back. “This is Megan. Megan,” he said looking at her. “This is my dad, King Terak.”
Terak frowned at Megan, noticing her for the first time. “I don’t understand,” he said. His face contorted into a sick sort of smile. “Oh, wait a minute, is she for me?” He looked around at the other draaks sitting at the table, they were all grinning and nodding in approval. “That’s more like it, son! That’s how you properly welcome a king!”
Terak reached out to grab Megan, but Rokkan stepped between them. “No, dad. She isn’t for you. She’s mine.” He quickly shot an apologetic look over his shoulder before Megan could point out his mistake. “Er, I mean, she’s not mine like I own her, what I mean is––” He brought his gaze back to the king. “She’s mine and I’m hers. We are in love.”
Terak’s grin melted downwards into a grimace and he stared at his son with shock. Then, he started to laugh, low and deep. Soon, the whole table was laughing. “That’s funny,” said the king. “You really had me going there for a second.” He smiled at Megan. “You did a good job too, little lady. I really believed you. Have you ever thought about being an actress? We have an amazing errotic theater scene in District Eleven. A pretty thing like you could do great things. Now, speaking of being in love.”
“This isn’t a joke,” Rokkan yelled, which only made his dad laugh harder. “I love Megan, and will do anything for her.”
Terak wiped some tears from his eyes and took a sip of his beer. “I appreciate your commitment to the joke, son, but I think it’s run its course. Give it up. But, speaking of love.” He pointed to the draak woman sitting at the other end of the table. “I have brought you the woman I’ve picked for you to marry. Her name is Predna, she comes from a great family with a lot of wealth and prestige, and she is, as you can
see, very attractive.” He lowered his voice and leaned in towards his son. “I was tempted, you know, to see for myself is she was worthy of your bed, but I knew you’d want to be her first. You always were a bit of a romantic like that. Come over here, Predna, and show my son what you have to offer.”
The draak woman stood and slinked her way around the table in Rokkan’s direction. She was wearing a leather top, which was cut off just below her breasts, which, Megan couldn’t help but notice, were huge. Her stomach was flat and you could just make out the lines of her taut ab muscles. She was taller than Megan, had much longer legs, and her skin was a deep red color that screamed seduction.
She sidled up to Rokkan, pushing Megan out of the way. “It’s lovely to meet you.”
The prince gently stepped away from her and reached a hand out for Megan. “I’m not going to marry Predna,” said Rokkan. “And I’m not leaving District One.” Megan took his hand and once again took her place next to him. The mood in the room shifted dramatically, as it became apparent that Rokkan was being serious in his disobedience of his father. “I am happy here. I like being the leader and I am in love. I’m sorry if you had a different plan for me, but it’s time I start carving my own path. If you don’t like it, then you don’t have to be a part of it.”
Terak watched his son through narrowed eyes. Putting his beer down, he pushed his chair out from the table and stood, slowly. “How dare you speak to me with such disrespect. I am the reason you came here, the reason you met this hideous creature you claim to love. Without me you would be nothing!” A drop of spit escaped the King’s mouth when he said this and landed on Rokkan’s cheek. “You will do as I say. Dismiss this human and apologize.”
Rokkan held his father’s gaze and did not even move to wipe the spit from his face. “Never.”
“Arrrg!” Terak slammed a fist down on the table. “If you do not obey my orders this
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