Dragon 6 Chapter 29 (Patreon)

I woke up, unsure how long I had slept. But my stomach was clear that it wanted to eat breakfast. Moving slightly, I found that I was wedged in between Yev and Kelly, with a few of my other mates scattered over the piles of gold.

I’d been welcomed beyond what I could have expected, with so much love and attention. The distance hadn’t changed anything. Slipping my arm slowly out from around Kelly, I managed to get it free, only for Yev to grab me and wrap herself more around me.

“Yev, I’m trying to get up,” I whispered to the sleepy and clingy dragon.

She peeked an eye open. “No,” she grumbled, wiggling and snuggling back in against me.

“Yev.”

She took one more huff of me and let go. “Fine. Leave something of yours though. I want your scent.”

Pulling a dirty shirt from my bracer, I gave it to her and she stuffed her face in it. “Thank you. Sorry, I’m getting close to laying this egg, and I just… I just really want to smell you.”

I brushed back her hair. “Don’t apologize.”

Kissing her cheek, I got up, sending a few gold coins skittering down the pile and bracing for any of the others to wake. Kelly stirred, but just rolled over, continuing to sleep like a log.

Sneaking out, I put on a pair of jeans and made my way to the dining area. A few coins fell out of my pants as I went.

Jadelyn was sipping coffee and reading something on a laptop as I walked in. “Morning.”

A wild nymph came over and topped off Jadelyn’s coffee before winking at me.

It took me a second to realize that the nymph was Ikta in disguise. She was dressed differently, in the sheer strips of material that nymphs called clothing, with her hair up in a bun.

“Mistress, is there anything else I can offer you?” Ikta asked.

“No. You’ve been very helpful,” Jadelyn dismissed her.

Ikta winked again at me and bowed before slipping away.

I looked at the coffee with a little suspicion but smelled nothing wrong. Apparently, Ikta was trying a new tactic to get on Jadelyn’s good side.

“Your new nymph is very helpful,” Jadelyn commented, tapping a few keys on her keyboard.

“Work?” I asked, realizing that she had no idea that it was Ikta.

“Never really ceases, but at least I can do a little in the morning and then focus on wedding planning the rest of the day. I have people to do most of the administrative work.” She closed the laptop and focused on me.

Ikta came back with a platter of bacon and sausage. “I’m told you prefer meat in copious amounts. I had my people catch some wild fae creatures yesterday, and we made them into sausages this morning.” Ikta waited patiently for me to take a bite.

I did, and it was really fucking good.

Salty, greasy goodness exploded into my mouth with the first bite. It had just enough spice to make my mouth water for more, and I could feel the mana in each bite. I went immediately for a second bite, and Ikta did a little happy dance.

“I’m so glad that you enjoy them, my king.” She grinned from ear to ear, using my title.

“So we have nymphs now?” Jadelyn asked. “Good thing I ordered more plushies.”

I swallowed the meat and nodded. “I told you all last night about the promises The Dreamer got out of me. With all of that, I should probably get my own place.”

“You have the money for it, for sure,” Jadelyn joked. “What kind of place does a dragon buy though?”

“A cross-dimensional palace of gold,” Ikta said with a smile.

Jadelyn waffled her head back and forth, like it wasn’t the worst idea she’d heard.

“You can’t actually be considering something like that.” I raised an eyebrow.

“Morgana could probably help quite a bit? I don’t know.” Jadelyn shrugged and looked over my shoulder.

Yev groggily dragged herself to join us at the table.

“I thought you were going to keep sleeping.” I got a chair out so that she could get off her feet.

“Hungry.” She grabbed at my plate of meat before she noticed Ikta hovering to attend our table. “Is that—”

“Would you like more food?” Ikta cut her off. “I’m happy to go fetch anything from the kitchen for you.”

“Some venison?” Yev asked hopefully.

Ikta bowed. “At once.”

“That’s—” Yev started before I elbowed her.

“A wonderful wild nymph,” I replied.

“Oh, you like this one? Makes sense. She’s a decent maid.” Jadelyn kept typing away, oblivious to the side conversation Yev and I were having with our eyes.

Summer strolled in with a big cardboard box and placed it down next to my second wife. “Jadelyn, one of your sirens delivered this.”

“Oh, goodie!” Jadelyn turned away from her laptop.

“You get delivery here?” I frowned.

My siren wife and shipping mogul shrugged. “I’m working with Summer to get the fae shipping lanes set up.”

Summer just shrugged as Jadelyn tore open the box that was almost as tall as her while she sat. When she had it open, she pulled out a golden dragon plushie.

“This is for you.” She handed one to Summer.

The fae queen held it up curiously before playing with it for a second. “What does this mean?”

“Oh, I just give them out to prospective harem members.” Jadelyn shrugged. “Kind of like an initiation. Welcome to the Golden Plushie Society.”

Summer held it aloft with almost a reverence in her eyes. “I understand and accept it happily. This means I have your approval?”

“Everyone’s approval. We talked about it last night,” Yev clarified.

“Talking? I didn’t think there was much talking last night.” Ikta came by with a platter of meat for Yev, only hearing the end of the conversation.

Jadelyn handed another of the plushies to Ikta. “Here you go.”

Yev looked at me with wide eyes, but I just shook my head. If Ikta could somehow work herself into Jadelyn’s good graces without revealing who she was, I’d let it happen and then maybe deal with the fallout later. It might actually help Ikta in the long run.

Ikta held the plushie curiously.

Summer leaned over. “It’s a ceremonial object. You have their approval to join the Dragon King’s harem. You are now part of the Golden Plushie Society, which only leaves winning over the Dragon King.”

Ikta’s eyes went wide, and she carefully tucked it under her arm. “I understand now. Thank you, Lady Scalewright. I will honor it and accept its meaning.”

Squinting across the table, I let Ikta know not to push it too far. She needed to do more than just trick Jadelyn into being around her and accepting her to join the harem.

She only smiled at me in return and petted the golden plushie as her smile grew. I wondered if she’d ever been given a stuffed animal before.

“We’ll hold meetings for the Society from time to time,” Jadelyn clarified. “There’s some logistics still to figure out, like how to keep in contact with the fae.”

“I will ensure there is something set up.” Ikta bowed. “Besides, if you are to have nymphs in his new palace, we can assist.”

Summer joined us at the table and smiled at Ikta. “Please get me some tea.” Then she turned to the rest of us. “What is this of a new palace?”

I tried to sneak a piece of Yev’s venison, but she slapped my hand away with a pregnant dragon growl. “Well, with everything, it is probably time I get my own place. But the question is where to put it. I now have women in two dimensions.”

“Ah.” Summer paused. “There are a few things we could do. You could set up something on the other side of one of the other portals that leads to the Wilds, or you could ask for Ikta’s help.”

Jadelyn frowned briefly at the mention of Ikta. “I’d prefer if we could have less to do with her.”

“Thank you.” Summer gave me and Yev an odd look as Ikta returned with her tea. “Yes, Ikta wronged you greatly. But maybe you could put her to work to make up for it.”

“She tried to have me skinned alive so that she could wear my skin and sleep with Zach,” Jadelyn clarified. “That’s a hard one to move past.”

“Well, you do have lovely skin,” Ikta commented, and I saw Yev about to lose it.

Jadelyn rolled her eyes. “Not the point. She needs to do something big to make it up to me.”

“Like what?” Ikta asked.

The siren frowned as she stared at her laptop. “I don’t know yet. But I’ll think of something.”

Summer sipped at her tea with a thoughtful expression. “Maybe she could help you make this palace for your mate. I hear she has an army of driders. They are actually wonderful builders.”

“That would be a start.” Jadelyn squinted.

“Or maybe she could help you set up the logistics in the Faerie realm.” Yev added, knowing how to pique Jadelyn’s interest.

My business woman wife turned to Yev with interest. “Oh?”

“Who better to help you set up shipping lanes through the wild?” Yev encouraged her.

Jadelyn leaned back and closed her laptop, pondering the idea with her full attention. Apparently, it topped whatever she’d been working on previously. “That’s not a bad idea.”

“The palace is probably quite doable, for Ikta,” Ikta pondered aloud, still pretending to be a nymph.

I was starting to feel awkward about the situation, so I pushed away from the table after kissing Yev on the cheek. “Going to wander a little, stretch my legs.” I came around and kissed Jadelyn too.

“Would you like me to send a few nymphs into your path?” Summer asked innocently.

“No nymphs. I am just restless,” I replied.

“Could have sworn you ladies wore him out last night.” Summer sipped at her tea again. “Enjoy your time. We still have a week and a half before the wedding.”

I nodded and stood. Jadelyn hadn’t been the only one missing from the bedroom this morning. I wanted more one-on-one time with them. I wandered around the chateau, waiting to see who I’d bump into. The first voices I heard were Agent Tills and somebody else.

“That’s really good. Sounds like maybe you are starting to understand.” There was a slurp of coffee from the agent following her words.

Helena grumbled something incoherent before speaking louder. “He just makes me so angry all the time. Why does he have to keep picking up women left and right?”

“I don’t know, but it just seems to be his nature. Either you accept that or you don’t. But let’s be honest; you don’t come baggage free either.” Tills laughed a little at her own joke.

Realizing what they were talking about, I just pretended that I was walking through.

Agent Tills was there in her pantsuit, like she owned nothing else. But her fluffy pink slippers told her mood more than anything. “Morning, Mr. Dragon King. We were just talking about some work things.” She played it off smoothly.

Helena almost seemed to reject my presence with a scowl. Her chin-length, white hair was a little messy, and she sat next to Tills in a little nook. She wore a pencil skirt and white blouse, but she was wearing it more relaxed than usual. She even had a few buttons undone and a lacy bra peeked up with her cleavage.

My attention caught her eye and she looked down, scowling and buttoning her shirt up again. “I can’t even fucking relax around here, can I?”

“Hey, hey.” Tills pat her leg. “Calm down. We needed to talk to him anyway. Zach, our boss is pestering us pretty badly for more information. I stalled a little, but we might need to head back this week. Sounds like there is a new shake up in the org charts.”

“Can’t stall more?” I asked.

“I mean I can, but at a certain point, it goes from stalling to avoiding.” Tills laughed and sipped at her coffee in a to-go cup.

I could only guess where she got a to-go cup in the middle of Faerie. “What do they want?” I asked, focusing on what mattered.

“Some new big shot is in town and wants the story directly from the source.” She let out an exasperated sigh. “Again.”

“They are looking at putting together a specific task force. We’d be a part of it, but this guy would call the shots,” Helena clarified.

“Any chance he’s in the know?” I hoped that there was an easy way to sweep this under the rug.

“Nope.” Helena shook her head. “Never heard of him before. I’ll do a little test when we see him though.”

Tills slapped her armchair with a little finality. “I’m going to go get some stuff packed up. Though, I want to come right back. This place is the best vacation I’ve had in years.”

“Wait!” Helena started to get up, clearly not wanting to be alone with me. But I thought we could use some time together.

“Actually, I need a moment of your time Helena.” I stopped her, giving Tills the chance to speed up and escape.

“What now?” Helena scowled.

I cleared my throat. “I wanted to thank you. When shit hit the fan on the trip, you were there to help.”

“Of course I was,” she scoffed. “That’s why you brought me.”

“Yeah, well, you could have half-assed it or been more trouble. I just wanted to know that you have my respect. I’ve seen the shit you’ve been through.” I said the last part knowing that I’d potentially touched a sensitive topic, but I wanted to start breaking down the barriers that weren’t just love. It was made of more, respect was a big part of any relationship.

“You don’t know shit.” Helena stood, her wings flaring in defense as I’d expected.

“But I do. In your soul, I saw glimpses of it all. Your experiences literally washed over my own soul.” I didn’t back away, instead stepping closer.

She seemed unsure, hesitating to say whatever she was thinking. It seemed like she was more scared than trying to protect herself. Evelyn’s words lingered in the back of my mind, and I did something stupid.

I grabbed her face and kissed her.

Helena pulled away, confusion on her face that was quickly turned into a frown. Then she pushed me hard, smashing me into a doorway.

“What?” I hadn’t expected her to be so violent.

“Shut up. Open the door.” She narrowed her eyes at me.

My eyebrows shot up, and I didn’t hesitate, opening the door and grabbing her, kissing her once more. She responded with a fiery kiss as her nails dug into the back of my neck. Then she dragged them down my neck and over my shoulders.

We moved inside a standard bedroom, nicely decorated with a bed, a table, and a nightstand. The door slammed closed with a kick from the woman in my arms.

I shoved her up against a wall and just pressed her there as something between us exploded into a fiery and feisty make-out session.

She broke the kiss and stared at me with those blue eyes. “You tell no one.”

“Sure. Wait, do you have a plushie?” I asked.

“Of course I fucking do.” Helena pushed me back and over to a table in the bedroom.

She was rough, but both of us were plenty sturdy. I grabbed her tight hips and pulled her onto one of my legs, rubbing her along my thigh but not giving her access to what she wanted.

“Fuck you.” She tried to scoot forward, but a chair blocked her.

I smirked at her.

She narrowed her eyes as she kicked the chair and the poor thing became nothing but scrap wood as it was removed from her path to get herself entirely into my lap.

I kissed her, and her wings quivered before they wrapped around us. The wings were more tender than any of her touches, caressing both of us. Part of me felt that they were the most honest part of her.

Our tongues tangled and twisted as we shared a heated kiss of pent-up energy between us. Helena was all fire. It felt more like we were sparring with our tongues as they slipped along each other. I couldn’t get enough of it, my dragon growling inside of me in satisfaction.

Helena grabbed the back of my head with her hand, using it as leverage as she started to bounce and rub into my lap with need. She picked up the pace until there was a warning snap of the table below us.

“Wait,” I realized what was about to happen.

But she slammed her hips down on me again, breaking the table and the two of us fell amid the splinters of wood. I shifted scales on my thighs to protect us. Helena didn’t seem startled by the table breaking at all.

She pulled me back to her, kissing my lips with a need I didn’t know she had. “Fuck. Clothes off.”

She pulled at my shirt, ripping the buttons before she went for my jeans. Grabbing them in both hands, she tore them straight down the front.

“Damnit, Helena, I liked these jeans.” I grabbed her and picked her up, slamming her into the closet door, cracking it in half. “Now you are going to pay.”

“Challenge accepted,” she egged me on.

I ripped her shirt off, then grabbed the slit in her pencil skirt and ripped it all the way up. The move left her in matching powder blue lacy panties and bra. Her legs were clad in stockings, but those wouldn’t last long.

“Don’t you dare rip the rest.” She saw where my eyes went.

I hooked a finger in her stocking and twisted, ripping a hole just where I needed it, rubbing a little extra against her wet panties. “Too late.”

“Now you’ve done it.” She pushed me back onto the bed, her wings flaring behind her.

“If you think for a second you are going to be on top, you are very wrong.” I grabbed her wrists and pushed her onto the night stand, sending the lamp shattering to the ground. My feet grew scales as I protected them from the glass. Reaching down and pulling her panties to the side, I shoved myself in roughly. She was soaking wet.

My penetration made her cry out and her nails raked along my shoulders as she clenched around me. She was so fucking tight.

“You need to loosen up.” I grabbed her hips and drove myself into her again and again.

She cried out with each thrust, her nails making red marks all over my shoulders as she weakly tried to hold on.

“Fuck you,” Helena moaned. “Is this as hard as you can do? I thought you were a fucking Dragon King. Your mates have clearly been overselling your abilities.”

I growled, my jaw crackling.

“Don’t you dare.” Her fiery eyes met mine as I thrusted harder into her, making her moan and pull my mouth back down to her.

But then she surprised me, pushing my head to the side to her exposed shoulder where I’d already marked her.

I was getting mixed signals, but at the moment, I was going with what her body told me. Biting down on my mark, I reaffirmed it in my mind as she smacked my ass, ordering me to go harder.

The room rocked as I drove her into the nightstand until it broke.

I took out my frustration of everything we’d been through, pounding into her and absorbing every sensation of having my cock burying itself inside her body.

I released her shoulder with a groan, wanting to hit my peak and spill my seed all over her. The damned nephilim drove me crazy. Pulling out, I tossed her on the bed and flipped her over, her ass rising up into the air.

“Come on, harder!” she cried before I slammed myself into her. She held onto one of the corners of the bed.

The corner ripped off in her grip, and I plunged myself back into her soaking wet sex once more. Fuck, she felt so good. My frustrations and my affections for her mingled as I thrust with everything I had into her, and we wrecked the bed.

“Come on. Cum for me. Give it to me.” Her wings flared as the mattress bounced and nearly fell off the bed with how hard I slammed into her in turn.

“That’s it. Come on. Harder.” She clung to the mattress as we shoved the entire mattress off the bed and over the ruins of the table.

I grunted as I felt myself building up. “Careful what you ask for.” I felt myself hitting my peak and flipped her over, letting my seed run all over her body as I came on top of her.

Reaching down, I stroked her folds, watching as Helena bit the mattress, crying out in her own orgasm. Her wings went rigid for a moment before bonelessly sinking the mattress.

I took the moment to breathe again, coming back down from the frenzy. I looked around. The room was a mess. The bed’s frame was cracked in half, one corner missing. The nightstand and table were unrecognizable piles of broken wood.

“Fuck. I needed that.” Helena sighed and looked down at the cum covering her body. “Was that really necessary?”

“You loved it.”

“Sure. Whatever you need to tell yourself. Next time, maybe put a little more strength into it. I don’t need to be fucked like some fragile old grandma.” Helena shifted, grabbing what remained of a sheet and starting to wipe my seed off of her.

“Wait. That’s it?” I asked, trying to understand the damn nephilim.

“Duh. We got it out of our system, and now we move on. Thanks for the fuck. Tell no one, or I will rip your head off.” She walked out with her clothes in hand.

“What the hell just happened?” I asked myself, collapsing onto the mattress to enjoy the post orgasm bliss and not think about the crazy nephilim in my harem.