Page 17 of You Will Crave Me
“Fucking cumming!” Elliot announced.
He fucked me harder and faster now, and my balls tightened. The moment he shot his load inside of me, my own cock fired off, squirting thick globs of cum all over the grass. My spunk flew in all directions as I was fucked mercilessly through my orgasm. Elliot pumped his hips a few more times, violent thrusts, milking the last of his cock inside me. When he pulled out, we both collapsed, breathless.
“Whooooo!” came some cheers from my wolves and dragons who enjoyed the show their King and Rajah had given them. I was sure my dragons had gotten quite the feast.
“Fuck yeah, that was hot,” I heard some dragons say. There were plenty of compliments going around and I realized what Hexon had meant. How important it was for me to accept whatever Elliot wanted to do to me and to take pleasure in it. So many of the dragons here had been under the rule of Kings like Orlo, Namir, Telias, and Evander. I had to be able to measure up to them to earn their respect. Hexon didn’t outright say the words, but now, I understood. I knew I still had my work cut out for me, because I had big shoes to fill and a legacy to live up to.
“While our King and Rajah recover, let’s eat,” Lex yelled.
“Nobody… nobody touch… the fucking… roast beef,” I managed to say. That fucker was jerked and seasoned to perfection. Those bastards would destroy it before I had a chance to eat one slice. That was the only thing I laid claim on.
“Save me one… of those… chickens,” Elliot stated.
“Of course, Sirs,” Lex said. “You heard them and know what’s off limits. Let’s dine.”
After a few minutes, I rolled over onto my back and turned to look at Elliot. “You’re an asshole.”
He smiled and nodded. “At least now, you know who your mate is.”
I laughed and shook my head, before sitting up. “We’ll eat, then fuck again.”
“Good, I’m starving.” Elliot rose, then offered his hand to me. I took it and we joined the feast.
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After the delicious meal, I claimed Elliot again, this time in our half-beasts’ forms, which in my opinion, was the strongest. Before I became Alpha, this was a form I couldn’t manage. I could only morph my human face into my wolf features a little. More fur, longer teeth, claws, longer pointier ears. My muscles grew, but I resembled a man-wolf. When I took in the essence of the Alpha, I was able to do most things a full-blooded wolf could do. The same when I took in the essence of the dragon King. In fact, the only abilities I didn’t have were turning into a full dragon and that tongue thing. Hopefully, that would change after I mated. That was another thing I was praying for… to be made whole.
Elliot was sitting down, back in human form, and eating another plate of food as he watched me bestow the rank of Beta-Capos and Generals on my chosen wolves and dragons. They each took the oath to me and the brand on their flesh. My crest of a dragon and wolf back-to-back. I let them chose where on their bodies they wanted to be branded. Next, it was time for my Knights to take it.
All nine lined up, they also gave the oath again so the majority of my army could see and hear. It was pretty informal the first time when I made them Knights. This time, the words of loyalty were spoken. I was curious about Théoden the most, as he was now serving two Kings and I would be demanding.
“Where would you like it?” I asked Théoden.
He held out his forearm and raised his sleeve. “I will take it here, Sire.”
I heated the brand with my fire. The heat wasn’t what caused my dragons pain, as we were immune to heat. It waw the silver alloy on our flesh that burned like a son of a bitch. But wearing my crest wasn’t an option. Once the branding iron was hot enough, I pressed it to Théoden’s flesh and it sizzled. He gritted his teeth, but remained silent. One of the few who did. Most at least growled in pain… only a handful cried out in pain. I pulled the iron away and Théoden released a sigh of relief.
“Isn’t that beautiful,” I said.
“It is, Sire,” Théoden replied, looking at the brand in his flesh.
“Does your other King have his brand on you?”
He shook his head. “I have branded my sons with the crest of my house, and the vampires of New Haven. I understand the significance of doing so. Each vampire bares the crest of the House of their Lords.”
“How does your King lay his claim on you?” I asked.
“With this, my Liege,” Théoden said, then held up the same arm I branded that bared a beautiful platinum ring on his pinky finger. The crest of his King, Ara.
“I see. Jewelry can get lost. I won’t tell him how to run his Kingdom, but I would prefer something more permanent.”
“Brands can be removed, my King… and each crest we have in New Haven is a derivative of Vampire King Ara’s crest. His power is always with us,” Théoden said.
“True, but my brand better not ever be removed,” I warned, since he’d pointed it out.
“I won’t. You have my loyalty and word, my Liege,” Théoden said.
I left it at that and nodded, then moved on to Tylendel, who bared his neck. I liked that he wanted to showcase my brand on such a prominent placement on his body. His brand would be different than the others. For him and Hexon, who held leadership roles above all others, their brand featured my crest, but also a cross of swords underneath, giving it an even more badass appearance.
