The Dragon's Obsession

Two dragons cannot exist in the same sky. Since ancient times, only one dragon could prevail. Otherwise, it brought instability and death. ********* Forest's Pov It felt like I was surrounded by flowers, each scent different from the next, overwhelming me to the point of suffocation. "Your Highness, aaaah!!" My hand landed on her butt sharply, as if punishing her. Indeed, I was. "Aargh!! Please!!" I thrust deeper into her, her warm walls enveloping me, but the satisfaction I sought eluded me. It felt mechanical, devoid of pleasure. Grabbing her ponytail, I pulled her upright until she knelt before me. "You're too deep," she moaned loudly. My jaw clenched in irritation at her whining. Couldn't she just remain silent? "Hush! Have you forgotten the rules?" I growled. "I'm sorry, Your Highness," she replied, turning her head to meet my gaze. Her flushed cheeks and pleading expression might entice another, but not me. I pulled out almost entirely, then slammed back into her, repeating the motion relentlessly. "You were sent from the Queen's palace?" I asked, already knowing the answer. "Yes, Your Highness," she panted. I withdrew, granting her a brief break. Pushing her forward, her face pressed into the sheets. I noticed a fleeting smile, like she had achieved something, but it vanished when she saw me looking. Huh! Interesting! What had the Queen orchestrated this time? My step-mother thrived on deceit. With two fingers, I teased her entrance, making her gasp. I slid them inside, my thumb rubbing her c**t. I repeated this until she trembled. She came hard, screaming. I brought my fingers to my nose. Something was off. Her juices had a strange smell. Realization hit me, sedative. How could she risk her health like this? Disgusting! This was a ploy meant for me. What was their plan? Did she think I would pass out while f*****g her? And then what? "I see my mother is always thinking of me," I smirked. I grabbed her arms, pulling her back until she rested against my chest. My member found her opening, and I thrust deep inside. "Considering you're the Queen's gift, I should take care of you. Don't you think?" I asked. I thrust deeply, hitting the spot that drove women wild. My fingers found her c**t, rubbing it. Her moans grew louder, nearing climax. "I told you, no moaning!!" "But I can't. Aaah!" The sound of flesh slapping filled the room. "So, you intend to distract me from climaxing by playing coy?" "No, Your Highness!" Her walls tightened around me. She was close. I leaned in, my mouth near her ear. "If you value your life, don't make me repeat myself." ************* Lynah's POV This dream again... I was walking in the forest around our house. My mother was blind and couldn't do much. She was a renowned healer, able to cure almost anything, but over time, she grew weak from taking in people's illnesses. The people in our village didn't like us, so we retreated to the edge of the village, where we bordered the forest. It worked out for us, though. I never really liked any of them. They always bullied me and reminded me that I didn't have a father. For a child, it was humiliating, especially since it was true. Winter had arrived, and I needed to keep my sick mother warm. As I collected dry wood, I heard a soft moan somewhere in the forest. It sounded like someone was in pain. I almost ignored it, but I remembered my mother's golden rule; never leave someone in pain to suffer when you can help. I followed the low moans to find a boy lying against a tree, bleeding. I placed my wood down and moved closer to inspect the wound. He kept moaning, his eyes closed. He seemed to be in a lot of pain. His gentle groans filled me with sympathy. What had happened to him? Why was he in the forest, where he could die? Judging from the marks on his hands and feet, he had been tortured. Who would do this to such a young child? He was probably two years older than me. I looked around to see if anyone was searching for him, but he was alone, as if left for dead. Anger welled up inside me at the sight. I didn't know him and had never met him before, but I felt an overwhelming urge to save his life. His aura radiated importance. I knew what had to be done. I had to save his life. I reached for my knife, which I used to hunt rabbits and small animals. I cut my index finger, letting the blood flow from the wound. I moved closer to the boy. When I touched his face, I felt an unusual warmth radiating from him. He must have had a fever. I gently opened his mouth and brought my finger to his lips. The drops of my blood fell into his mouth. After a minute, my wound healed. I hoped it was enough to keep him alive. Using the snow as water, I cleaned the marks on his wrists and legs to prevent an infection. When I was done, I wrapped the wounds in a piece of my dress. "You'll be fine, I promise," I whispered. He only groaned in response. I got to my feet, picked up the firewood, and left. This was the best I could do for him. I just hoped he would be okay. When I got home, I found my mother waiting by the door. "You did the right thing," she said. "Huh?" I asked, confused. "You will understand in a few years. Lynah, my child, you have a complicated future ahead of you," she sighed. I always woke up after those words. I turned in my bed, longing for my mother. I missed her dearly. If only I had known we had so little time together, I would have done everything I could to heal her. What was the point of having my abilities if I couldn't save the ones I loved? "Lynah!!!!!" My friend Eunah rushed into our room. "You'll fall, Eunah. Be careful." "What happened? You have been assigned to the Crown Prince's palace. But why? You work for the Empress!" she screamed. "Oh, that. You've heard about it too. It sort of just happened," I answered, equally puzzled. "But..." Her eyes filled with tears. "Why are you so calm? Are you that confident in your beauty?" I rolled my eyes at her words. Eunah always said whatever came to her mind without a filter. "Come on. Don't make such a fuss over nothing." "Why shouldn't I? You know the Queen has changed since she gave birth to the Prince." "I don't know about that." I rose from the bed and started fixing it. "The Empress holds the highest rank in the world, but the Queen has been very disrespectful, and everyone can see it," she said. "Sssh!! Someone could hear you." "Sorry, but I guess the Empress will be sad to see you go. She has always doted on you since you arrived at the palace." "Yeah." I was worried. The Crown Prince didn't have a very good reputation, and now I was transferred to his palace. What will happen to me?