Dragon 6 Chapter 21 (Patreon)

Tiamat preened over me as she sat me down at the head of the table, running her hand through my hair, putting it into place before she turned to her guests.

I caught a glare from Helena, and I remembered her issues with her mom. It was probably hard to see a mother gushing over their child given all she’d been through.

“Hey.” I gave a small smile and wave to Helena, Maeve, and the others that had come with me into the Wilds.

“You look comfy. Having fun being dragged around by your mother?” Helena frowned.

“I’m just glad you are safe, my king.” Polydora bowed.

“King,” Tiamat said the word, as if to understand it. “You are the king outside the Fae Wilds?”

“Yes. I told you that.” I frowned.

She shrugged. “Slipped my mind.” She looked around for something, her eyes zeroing in on Regina. “And here is the champion of the tournament.”

Her smile was anything but friendly. “I distinctly remember tossing you out of my palace.”

Regina stood tall under Tiamat’s gaze. “My heart would not allow me to quit.”

There was a moment of quiet in the group as Tiamat continued to glare.

It was Evelyn who broke the silence. “You know, you two share a certain resemblance. It’s no wonder that Zach is interested in Regina.”

I frowned, looking between Regina and Tiamat. Besides the wild red hair, they were nothing alike. But I kept my mouth shut when I saw Tiamat’s happy face. Evelyn might be onto something.

“Really?” Tiamat looked back at Regina in a new light. “Yes. Yes, I see it now. Of course! No wonder my son is set on you. Yes, that makes sense.” My mother quickly did a complete one eighty on her opinion of Regina.

Evelyn just smiled at me across the room. The nymph was apparently more perceptive than I gave her credit for.

“Then, all of you, come sit. Servants, bring in the food and wine. Lots of wine.” Tiamat hesitated, looking at the seat next to me. But then she strained and pulled herself away to the opposite end. “Lots of wine.”

“Thank you.” Maeve slid into the seat on my left side while the dragons nominated Regina to sit at my right. “We’ve been traveling the Wilds for some time. This hospitality is wonderful.”

Tiamat nodded as if it was a given. “My people have remained hidden here for hundreds of years. I do hope your presence won’t mean the end of that. It can be difficult in the wilds, but I must remain.”

“The Wilds are nearly endless. Who are we to try and return here?” Maeve said diplomatically. “Though, I’m impressed that there are so many dragons here.”

Tiamat grabbed a wine glass off the server’s platter before they had a chance to give it to her and downed it in one go. “It is my deal with The Dreamer. For her protection, we were given a section of the Wilds and asked to flourish. Our village must remain here.”

Maeve’s brows rose in surprise, as did many of ours.

“The Dreamer tends to the Wilds,” Tiamat said by way of explanation. “Sometimes it might seem like the mana within Faerie is endless, but it isn’t. She wants us here and protects us in order to help restore what they’ve lost. At the time, we had little option but to accept.”

I sighed, my brain going back to some of my initial dragon courses with Sabrina. “So, with this village, is mana growing?”

She shrugged. “It’s like asking me in the middle of a fog bank if it is getting more humid. There is all the mana I could need in this area. But The Dreamer isn’t contained. She spans the entire Wilds. She’s possibly one of the most ancient beings in existence.”

The Dreamer had been brought up so many times, I had to wonder who exactly she was. “What is The Dreamer, exactly?”

“A giant plant,” Evelyn replied. “Some say her roots run the entirety of the fae realm, and it is her roots that keep Faerie in one piece despite the chaotic twisting magic. You saw one of her flowers around Winter, but she has a main body that is a giant flower deep in the Wilds.”

I let out a slow whistle. “And she’s interested in keeping things running as they are. You’ve said she wants to keep all the dragons here.” I nodded to my mother. “Can Regina leave?”

“That should be fine. We can work on the next generation too as we've discussed.” Tiamat frowned. “But you aren’t going to leave after this dinner, are you?” I could see the panic starting to fill her face.

“We will go seek out The Dreamer.” My tone left no room for argument. I was done letting my mother drag me around.

Her eyes narrowed on me, clearly wanting me to back down, but I met her eyes and held them until she finally sighed. “Must be nice to go on an adventure.”

“When we come back, I’d like to bring you with me out of the Wilds, but we will remain in Faerie. Summer is hosting my wedding, and I’d like you there, mother,” I tried to offer her an olive branch.

She perked up. “C-can I give you away?” She looked endlessly hopeful.

“Sure.” It wasn’t like there was anyone else. I’d actually been considering walking with the crystal, which I realized was still in my mother’s possession. “Where is the crystal?”

“Oh this?” Tiamat pulled it out and put it on the table. “I added my memories. And I even tethered it to me, so she’s actually me now and I’m her. Which was always true but is now more true!”

“You can bring me back home!” Tia shouted out from the crystal.

Tiamat handed it to me, and I put it back in my bracer, not quite sure what I should be doing with it. Something told me that the Tia in the crystal would be even more intense now that she had added the memories of losing me. But a part of me was happy to have a connection to my mother when I left Faerie. The situation here wasn't ideal, but she was my mother.

“Now, there’s just the question of your father,” Tiamat continued.

I shrugged. “Your guess is as good as mine. Bart doesn’t seem like the type to abandon me though.”

“No, he is not,” she agreed. “But he was the one that took your egg from me and delivered you to the outside world. Of that I’m sure.” Tiamat paused. “That also means Ikta is loose.”

Polydora laughed. “We are well aware. Zach has fought her. He even stole a piece of her power.”

“Story! Tell me everything,” Tiamat insisted while Regina leaned in, patiently waiting to learn more about me.

“Well, it was the most recent dragon conclave. She wore the skin of a dead dragon and snuck in as a black dragon,” I began.

Tiamat nodded. “To hide the smell. Clever. She’s always been a tricky one.”

***

We spent most of the meal recounting my tales for Tiamat and Regina. Regina started to find her voice, jumping into the conversation from time to time as I continued. It made me happy to see her come out of her shell and integrate into my broader group.

“And then when I tried to use her to reach the Winter Queen, she made a portal in the guise of protecting me. That’s when I ended up near the pine hill where you cornered me.” I motions to Regina.

I went to continue, but I realized I hadn’t gotten time to catch up with the others. I had no idea what had happened with Ikta and Winter after that moment in time.

“What happened after I left?” I asked.

“Ikta refused to help or bargain for my mother. Which only left talking to The Dreamer and trying to negotiate.” Maeve frowned. “What would The Dreamer want?” she asked Tiamat.

“Don’t look at me. She’s unpredictable, except that she’ll work to better Faerie,” Tiamat growled. There seemed to be some issue between them.

I tried not to roll my eyes. Tiamat calling The Dreamer unpredictable was like the pot calling the kettle black. If it was true, I had no idea how to deal with The Dreamer.

“But you’ll help us get to her?” I asked, hopeful for the assistance from my mother. Given her strength, she could make it much easier on all of us.

“I can bring you close, but you’ll have to make the remainder of the trip on your own unless she invites me in.” Tiamat shrugged. “Her territory is full of nymphs, so it really isn’t dangerous at all.”

Poly snorted. “That might be the most dangerous thing for your son.”

Tiamat raised an eyebrow at me. “You have all these mates and yet you want a nymph?”

“Blame my dragon blood.” I threw my hands up in the air. “It loves to collect and claim things, apparently. It seems more than happy to add a few nymphs.”

Evelyn giggled and batted her eyelashes at me across the table. Her glamor hit me, and I was instantly far more interested in her than the food.

Maeve flicked her in the forehead. “Stop that.” She frowned at Evelyn before looking at my mother. “Yes, your son has a certain weakness to nymphs.”

“In that case, guard him closely,” Tiamat replied. “But there are enough of you that you should be able to beat back the nymphs with some sticks.”

“Not too many yet.” Polydora shrugged. “Really, my king could do with a few dozen more.”

Tiamat coughed into her new glass of wine. “Dozen?”

“The red, silver, and gold dragon flights are gone.” Polydora looked at my mother seriously. “Your son has a responsibility to help restore them. And a war is brewing. He stopped the immediate attacks from the Church, but it has only delayed the inevitable. They are attempting to rise again, and with the loss of so many dragons and other paranormals, the mana in the world continues to grow thinner.”

“I’d like to be more than a dragon whelp factory,” I grumbled.

“You are much more. You are the leader of the dragons, a member of the Philly council, and you work with Morgana to keep our existence under wraps,” Trina helpfully tried to encourage me.

Regina looked back and forth among the women. “Which is Morgana?”

“None of us,” Maeve replied. “She’s a dark elf turned vampire. But that’s not the point. The point is that Zach is more than someone to produce whelps with.”

“I want grandchildren. Lots of them.” Tiamat looked between all of us, clearly not understanding. “But you are young and have plenty of time. Eat, eat all of the meat. I want to feed you and fill you so that you are strong enough for your trip.”

My mother urged Regina with a look, and Regina immediately started ripping meat off platters and piling my plate faster than I could eat.

“I’d like to talk about leaving tomorrow morning, to go see The Dreamer. When we get back, I’ll take you out of the Wilds to see the rest of my family,” I tried to get the conversation back on topic.

Tiamat pouted but relented. “Then let’s enjoy tonight!” She held up her glass of wine. “Cheers! To our new family.” She took a giant gulp and then frowned at the nearly empty glass. “More wine!”

***

By the end of dinner, my mates were stumbling, and Tiamat had to be carried off to her room by a pair of guards as she started shouting about the evil women who stole her son.

I did my best to stay relatively sober despite my mother’s constant toasts. I wanted to be able to journey in the morning. But I hadn’t been fully successful.

Maeve moved down the torch lit hall, and I caught up to her.

She’d clearly been through quite a bit. Her blue skirt that she had started the trip in was torn, and her jacket was gone. More than a few buttons of her shirt were missing and her stockings were more holes than material. But even then, her beauty was effortless.

“Hey, want to try and walk some of this off?” I stumbled a little, and she caught me.

“I know my limits of fae wine. You do not.” She smirked. “Come on.”

It felt like I was walking with two left feet, but I let myself lean on Maeve. I wanted to reignite our spark and try to recement us. We’d been so close to having a moment before Ikta had teleported me away, and it was high time that we solved the relationship between the two of us.

Wrapping my arm around her hip, I resolved myself to the plan. “My room is this way.” I gestured down the hall to the room, not the prison cell, that Tiamat had given me.

There was an awkward pause between the two of us, and I felt the need to break it. “I’ll help you get your mother. The Dreamer can name her price.”

“Don’t say that.” Maeve shook her head. “Your mother is trapped here in the Wilds because of her. She’s clearly powerful.”

I shrugged, feeling pretty confident in myself. “For you, I’d do just about anything.”

She paused at my door. “Careful. You are close to saying something thrice.”

Brushing her silver hair aside, I leaned in close for a kiss, happy when she leaned in as well. Her blue lips parted, and she kissed me back with sweet tenderness.

I groaned, running my hands along her toned body. That kiss wasn’t enough to satisfy the desire starting to roll through my body. I ran my hands over her ass and thighs, lifting her up gingerly as we kissed.

Shifting her slightly until I could easily hold her, I nudged the door open and carried her across the threshold.

“Maeve, I want to mark you,” I growled as the kiss broke, and I nibbled on her neck.

She stretched it out, exposing it to me in a gesture of vulnerability and trust. “Zach, I want it too. But…”

I could see that she was warring between what her heart and body wanted and what her mind felt was her duty.

I tossed her on the bed and crawled over her. “But what?”

I pressed my body against her, my jaw starting to crackle. But I waited, wanting her to be sure.

“If my mother—” she started her one and only argument.

“We’ve been over this. I’ll make it work.” I kissed her neck. “What else?”

She groaned. “You need to promise. There’s a balance of the fae. You cannot upset it. I cannot be the one to break it.” She was both tugging my head closer yet holding it away at the same time.

“Promise,” I growled, the beast demanding I stop the silly talk and mark her.

“Then there’s Evelyn. You need to let her be a mistress or a concubine.” Maeve lifted up my face to stare into her eyes. “It is part of the promise I’ve made to her for her service as a nymph. She knows I’ll have a strong husband, so she wanted to share him.”

My fingers traced up her thigh. “Evelyn has shown her loyalty, and she’s important to you. I can handle that.”

She groaned as my finger slipped under her skirt but only brushed against her sex. “We shouldn’t.” She was sounding less and less sincere in her desire to hold off.

I kissed her and her legs wrapped around me further. “Feels like a yes,” I growled, the beast in me raging to mark her.

“Yes. Mark me idiot. Make me your mate. Make me yours.” She rubbed her body against me, seeming to burst with need.

That was all I needed to hear.

I felt something snap into place, like a cord between us was finally drawn taut and strengthened our vow of friendship. And my dragon was more than ready to stop holding back.

I bit her, my magic searing a thin silvery scar across her blue shoulder.

Maeve hissed at first, but then relaxed into the bite. When I finished, she kissed me with a fiery passion that I didn’t know existed in the cold woman. I’d been told that fae felt stronger emotions than humans, and I was seeing it when Maeve stopped holding herself back.

The beast inside of me preened at her attention, and I couldn’t get her clothes off fast enough. The already torn material tearing further as I hurried to get her out of it.

She stuck her hands down low, moving quickly to try to undo my pants.

“Oh that is a monster. Maybe I will need Evelyn to relieve me often.” She eyed my hard cock spring from my pants. “She knows, by the way. My promise to her would have resonated.”

“Not now.” I pushed the naked Maeve down on the bed, letting my hands wander up her hips and play with her soft, inviting breasts. Her nipples were a darker blue, almost purple.

“Kiss them.” She gave me a wicked grin, and her hips twisted as she rolled herself on top of me. Then she lowered them like a servant offering their lord a grape. “Don’t you want to?”

I did, kissing them, drawing in the nub of her nipple and rolling it between my tongue and my teeth. Her sex ground against my hard cock as Maeve balanced herself on my chest gracefully, as if dancing.

“That’s it. Savor it.” Her words came out soft like silk brushing over my ears.

I looked up, taking her in. Maeve’s silver hair was spilling out over me and the bed, pure perfection as she met my eyes with a satisfied smile. She was so achingly beautiful; I needed to feel myself inside of her.

I bucked on the bed, making my feelings known.

“Glamor,” she told me. “I let you mark me, now let me have my fun.”

I groaned. The need she was drawing up in me was too much.

She snapped her fingers, and suddenly she was decked out head to toe in gold so delicate and thin it was like a sheer cloth. But the smell of it was just like gold.

My groan turned into a hungry rumble of a growl that made the bed vibrate. Maeve smirked, clearly pleased with herself as I grabbed her hips and thrust her down onto me in a single, needing stroke.

She rode it like it was just another step in the graceful and fluid dance she was performing on me. Her mouth opened in a soft yet deeply satisfying sigh.

I felt her warm depth wrap around and accept me, her slick walls welcoming me with tingles of pleasure.

“Let me. Fae women know how to please a man. Let me dance for you.” She pushed my hands back, intertwining her fingers with mine before she started to sway her hips, rising and falling in the most beautiful dance I’d ever seen.

The control and grace she used to move her hips was mesmerizing. And her stomach swayed and flowed as she squeezed and released me perfectly, letting her wet lips glide up and down.

I felt like I was in some euphoric, drugged state as my body churned with desire.

Maeve herself smiled with a half-lidded look of satisfaction in watching me. “Oh, my poor Dragon King. I’ve ensnared you, haven’t I?”

I groaned, wanting her to continue. “No, it’s I who has ensnared you,” I growled back.

She flexed her muscles and pulled up slowly in sweet pleasure. “Is that so?”

Grabbing her hips, I thrust her back down on top of me, unable to get enough. I needed more. I needed her to keep going.

Maeve only giggled as she spun a sheer gold cloth out of the air and looped it behind my head, using it as a counter balance as she began dancing on me again, rising and falling as her soft sighs melted my brain just the same as her sex gliding over me.

“Fuck,” I groaned, feeling my peak coming.

“Let it out. Give this fae your child. I’ll take wonderful care of it.” She leaned forward, kissing me before whispering into my ear. “I’m not immune to the charms of a dragon mate. Don’t hold back. Fill me. Mate me, my love.”

Grabbing her hips, I thrust up into her several times as she moaned sweetly into my ear. She had gotten me worked up and I wanted more; I wanted to finish in her, damn the consequences.

Then I erupted inside of the lovely blue fae princess.

She kissed the side of my head, and I felt her glamor hit me again like a volcano. I felt like I was exploding inside of her again and again endlessly. It went on for minutes like my orgasm was running on repeat.

When that glamor faded, I felt like I was sinking into the bed. The smile of satisfaction on my face was stuck in place.

“Wow,” I breathed.

Maeve laughed. “Oh, just wait until you get a taste of nymph flesh. I might be good, but they are truly talented.”

As if summoning her, there was a knock on the door.

“Mistress, might I come in?” Evelyn stood in the doorway.

Maeve raised an eyebrow at me. “I could use a break. You are rather large.”

I nodded dumbly.

“Come in. He’s certainly ready for more.” Maeve looked down between my legs, where I was still as hard as an iron rod despite the rest of my body feeling like it was melting into the bed.

Evelyn slipped in with a smile.

She shared a lot with Maeve. She had the same soft, inviting, blue skin and the long, silver hair. But where Maeve was lithe and fit, Evelyn was all curves. She had sinful curves that seemed to go on for days, drawing out my imagination and then plunging it straight into the gutter as soon as I locked eyes with her.

“Do you mind if I use my glamors?” She seemed to ask the question of both of us as she came around the side of the bed.

“I don’t mind.” I reached over and took her hand, helping her onto the bed. I tried to keep it together, but my body was feeling nearly boneless after my time with Maeve.

She giggled. “Such a gentleman.” Pulling at her dress, she popped both of her breasts out. “I should reward a gentleman.”

Maeve came up to my side and played with my hair before giving me a kiss on the lips. I smiled, kissing her back. As we kissed, I felt Evelyn’s lips wrap around my cock, sealing it tight as she drew all of the liquid of my previous union off.

She cleaned it thoroughly before her soft chest molded itself around my shaft and she started to work me between her breasts. I found myself growing even harder as the soft mounds massaged me.

Maeve smiled, seeming to enjoy watching her nymph suck on me. She positioned my upper body in her lap, leaning my head back on her chest as the nymph expertly worked my lower body.

Maeve peppered small kisses along my neck and ran her hands along my chest softly, the pleasure of both of their attention sending my dragon into overdrive.

It wasn’t long before I found myself filling Evelyn’s mouth with my seed, my dragon hungry for more as the two of them pampered and pleased me.