Page 14 of You Will Crave Me
I sat on a dais on my throne and Elliot was next to me sitting on his. I’d had one made for him as a gift. Also, as a token of my promise to him that he would rule alongside me. His throne was the same as mine and when he saw it, I could see the appreciation for it and what it represented in his expression. Before sitting down, he ran his fingers over the ornate crest, admiring the craftmanship. He gave me a tiny smile before he took his place. I was wearing a robe, as was Elliot, both of black silk, and we were naked underneath. There was a tent set up where the feast was awaiting everyone after the first Claiming.
For now, I was watching twelve beautiful dragons dancing their Dance of Seduction, which no doubt had my cock at the ready. The swaying of their hips and the graceful movements in perfect union with the sultry rhythm of the live music playing was a treat to my eyes and ears. Both wolves and dragons were captivated by the performance and some were jerking each other off or themselves. And as a half dragon myself, I could literally taste the sexual energy in the air and it made my mouth water.
The dragons were so stunning in their sheer, colorful togas. Their movements choregraphed to seduce and when it was over, the crowd applauded and cheered. I clapped and smiled, letting them know I very much enjoyed that show. Elliot also clapped, which was good. We needed to be in unison. Monroe was snuggled up to Adrian, who was absolutely beautiful. I was sure they’d be fucking before the end of the night.
The master of ceremony, Lex, stepped into the middle of the area now that the dancers were dispersed into the crowd. No doubt, each one of them being offered a cock for their pleasure. Lex was also a gorgeous dragon. He had that dark, smoldering look going for him. Black hair, brown eyes, five o’clock shadow, and a strong jawline. He was six feet of pure male deliciousness, but his wolf slave made quite the exit when he got the chance to leave him. I wondered if he felt anything that his identical twin got to keep his wolf lover. If there was jealousy, I was unaware of it.
The crowd hushed enough to allow Lex to announce the next event. “We will now have the match between Knights, Tylendel Evion Telias and Giancarlo Evion Carlius, for the esteemed position of Elder Knight. The winner of this match will have the Spoils of the Victor over the loser. Knights, please take your places.”
I watched as Tylendel approached and stood beside Lex, followed by Giancarlo. Both Knights were only wearing loincloths, and I had never seen Tylendel fully naked yet, but I would bet he was impressive. I would see it all tonight. Something else I noticed about Tylendel was his hair was auburn tonight, and I wondered if he’d dyed it or if that was his natural color. In any case, the deep red color complimented his stunning features more than the other black one.
“I’ve been waiting to see what he could do for the past twenty years,” Elliot said.
“Really?” I asked.
He nodded. “Deacon told me about him when they first met back in the nineties, before the Great Exposure. Deacon was impressed with Tylendel then, and who impresses Deacon intrigues me.”
“Well, that makes two of us.”
I returned my attention to the match before me. Both men had been given swords to battle with in order to showcase their skills with a weapon. If there was still no victor, it would be hand-to-hand combat. They squared off, Tylendel looked completely in control as he circled Giancarlo. Off to the side, I could see Théoden watching intently as if he had a personal stake in the outcome of this match. I supposed that was how much he was supporting his friend. My God, he was breathtaking. He was another one of my Knights that captivated me. He taught me that vampires were not to be underestimated, ever.
My two Knights were engaged now, swords clashing, the sound of metal striking metal echoing throughout the area as they battled. Oh, this was exciting! I leaned forward as I watched the masterful skill of both dragons. Each one better than I was with a blade, as each were so much older than myself. Their speed was remarkable, but it was Tylendel who drew first blood when he spun around and sliced his blade across Giancarlo’s chest.
“Arg!” Giancarlo growled and retreated enough to regain his stance.
Again, they came at each other, blades being put to the test, and the next to bleed was Tylendel when he failed to jump back fast enough before Giancarlo could slice his cheek. Blood seeped from the shallow wound, but Tylendel ignored it. Again, they advanced, swinging, slashing, parrying, dodging, flipping, rolling, and even levitating. Oh, it was truly something to behold, this fight. Out the corner of my eye, I could see Elliot licking his lips as his hands gripped the armrest of his throne. Both of our cocks were rock hard and poking tents in our black, silk robes. A sure sign that he was enjoying this match as much as I was. Hell, when I look around at the crowd, everyone was glued to the fight, each one wishing the best for their chosen fighter.
I knew Giancarlo had many dragons who wanted him to win, and Tylendel had his supporters. I was indifferent. Whoever was the victor would be my Elder Knight, because they would have proven themselves worthy. I watched, completely captivated as both Knights struck, their blades clashing again and this time, both swords finally broke under the pressure. The dangerous blades flew into the audience and with amazing reflexes, both a dragon and a wolf caught the jagged pieces of metal before they could injure anyone.
“Fighters cease!” Lex called out, and they did, mid-attack even with their jagged swords.
“Souvenir,” said the dragon who caught one of the blades. His name was escaping me at the moment, but soon, I would want to at least know as many names as I could.
“I’m good,” said the wolf. He caught the other blade and handed it to the weapons master for proper disposal.
The two Knights, each bleeding from multiple wounds now, dropped their swords and took several steps away from the other. Their chests heaved as they shared glares. I could tell they were hungry for the victory. The role of Elder Knight was coveted, and even though Tylendel was over a thousand years older than Giancarlo, the younger Knight was putting up quite the fight. I equally marveled at them both.
“The blades have been broken and we still have no winner. The match will now be hand-to-hand,” Lex said, then stepped back. The weapons master quickly retrieved the broken swords, getting them out of the way before leaving the area of the battle.
Again, Tylendel and Giancarlo circled each other, sizing up their opponent. Then they charged and there was a flurry of kicks, punches, throws, and mixture of various martial arts skills expertly executed. Giancarlo landed a good punch on Tylendel, but the dragon seemed unaffected as he blocked the next swing and countered with a right and left jab combo. Each blow landing, sending Giancarlo stumbling backward. Next, the claws came out, and it was in this hand-to-hand combat where Tylendel appeared to take the lead. He landed a roundhouse kick on Giancarlo, the heel of his foot catching the other Knight on his temple. He quickly followed it up with another kick, then an upper cut and a backhand. A series of blows that rendered Giancarlo dizzy, vulnerable.
Tylendel slammed Giancarlo on the ground, then wrapped him up in a submission hold that would either choke him out or break the bones in his neck if he didn’t submit. Breaking a dragon’s bones was no easy feat, but a powerful dragon like Tylendel, certainly had the strength. Lex was there now, waiting for the verdict as Giancarlo struggled in the iron grip of Tylendel’s hold. His moves became sluggish and finally, right before his eyes rolled up in his head, he tapped out.
“Tylendel wins!” Lex announced to some cheers and applause. A lot remained silent, but most did clap, if only to show respect to their new Elder Knight and for the entertaining match.
Tylendel rolled Giancarlo over and climbed to his knees. His wounds had already healed, even though he still had both his blood and Giancarlo’s on his body. I wondered how the scent of dragon’s blood was affecting Théoden, the only vampire here. Wolves loved the scent of blood too, but not like a vampire, I was sure. For them, blood was everything. It was life, pleasure, power… they survived off the shit, for fuck’s sake. I bet Théoden wanted to lick all of that blood off both Knights. I did check for him in the crowd and he was smirking, but extremely composed, as if the scent of the blood didn’t sway him. That only told me that he was a vampire with a crazy amount of self-control. Seeing him just sitting there, regal, made me curious about his Sire, this King Ara.
I returned my attention back to Tylendel, who was removing his loincloth and then Giancarlo’s. The Spoils to the Victor could be anything the victor desired. It would seem Tylendel desired to claim Giancarlo’s mouth and ass for all to see. This was his way to put Giancarlo in his place, no doubt. He reached down, grabbing a handful of Giancarlo’s long, blond hair, pulling him forward until his face was before Tylendel’s erect cock.
Giancarlo growled and slapped Tylendel’s hand away, which was unacceptable. He had agreed to the terms and would gracefully accept his defeat. Before I could say anything as King to reprimand him for his behavior, Tylendel had taken action. He grabbed Giancarlo by his chin and forced him to look up at him.
“You lost, Giancarlo. The next time you defy me, be prepared to be severely punished. And if you strike me again, I won’t hold back, and I’ll make sure you regret such a poor decision. I don’t give a fuck what position you held before our King took his place here. I am the Elder Knight now and you will fall in line. Have I made myself clear?” Tylendel waited for his answer, and I could tell by the indent his fingertips were putting in Giancarlo’s flesh that he would be bruised when he let him go.
“Yes,” Giancarlo grounded out as he grimaced in pain.
Tylendel released him, but quickly followed it up with a powerful backhand, and Giancarlo cried out as blood poured from his misshaped nose. I didn’t interfere, because this was the job of an Elder Knight to discipline all other dragons and Knights when need be. It would seem the right dragon had won on this night.
“Want to try that again?” Tylendel asked him.
