Promised to the Dragon King

Nuptial Confindment

"Oh, well you see we need to observe the nuptial confinement as part of the rituals which, for royals," He paused and looked his queen up and down, "Can be up to six months. Unless the queen is found to be pregnant before that time is up,"

Lyra hadn't known of any of these customs. Why hadn't she been warned or educated? what if it was all lies?

She let out a huff before looking around the room. There was nowhere to sit or lay other than the bed. She stood defiantly, her chin held up.

Demetri stepped closer, and the smell of smoke and musk asailed her senses.

Then he turned and walked over to a table set with food and drink. He poured some dark liquid into two golden chalices before handing one to her.

She held the edge of the cup to her lips and inhaled, It was wine. She took a sip and was surprised how similar it was to the wine she was used to. She wouldn't let Demetri see that on her face, though.

"Do you like?" Demetri watched as she took her time finishing the drink.

"It's not as sweet as the wines I grew up tasting." She shrugged.

Demetri couldn't help but notice the way her full breasts moved with such subtle movement.

"How old are you?" Lyras' queation slipped through her lips, surprising even herself.

Demetri seemed unsurprised, "I'm nearly 125 years old."

Lyra had not expected him to be so old, "I have only just celebrated my 17th year." She mumbled.

"I know," He smirked, "You do not need to worry about my age, dragons can live for thousands of years. To my kind, I'm as young as you."

"Why would you take me as a wife when I will grow old and die while you are still in your prime?" Lyra wondered.

"Dragons have married other species as tradition, our customs are made to accommodate this. You've drank my blood, which means you now have dragon within you. You will live just as long as me now."

Lyra sighed, "Not even death will save me then,"

Demetri let out a laugh before pouring her another chalice full of wine, "My queen, you are so amusing, when they told me of your attributes they never mentioned this."

After finishing her wine she looked Demetri up and down before realising, for the first time, he was not naked.

"Why must I be naked but not you?" She wondered, although he only wore a scrap of cloth around his hips.

"Because I will be willing to take it off, you would not." He chuckled.

"Well, fairs fair, take it off...Husband" Lyra demanded.

And he obliged, in an instant the clothes were on the cold stone floor.

But Lyra couldn't bring herself to look.

"Look at me then...Wife" Demetri demanded

Lyra's gaze lowered to between his thighs. A very thick and large member, dark veins pumping and throbbing along the shaft. The tip was strange and not like the fae diagrams she had seen, it was not so rounded and quite straight. However near the base of his length the girth seemed to suddenly widen. Lyra found herself intrigued and realised her own parts were beginning to feel swollen and slick.

"So.. what does my wife think?"

Lyra shrugged indifference.

Demetri's nostrils flared and a grin spread across his lips, "Do not lie to me, I can smell your arousel. I can see the curiosity within your eyes." He sat on the bed, making his member spring up, "come closer, have a look." He beckoned and she found herself unable to defy him.

She stepped forward, looking down at him, at his..

"My c**k has never had so much attention," He chuckled.

Her tongue darted out nervously licking her plump rosy lips.

Demetri's c**k sprung up to full attention as he watched this small action.

"Why are you more humanoid than the others?" Lyras curiosity got the better of her. She just couldn't understand how all the other dragons were so much more reptilian. But their king, he didn't have a snout, he had talons but he also had five fingers. His head was blessed with horns and thick bright hair but not many scales.

"My Mother was also one of your kind, my father was a full dragon. So our offspring will be even more like you than me." Demetri's smile seemed more genuine than before, to Lyra. She could almost believe that he was a loving husband in that moment.