Taming the dragon - A slave to the prince

6.

Tristan's P.O.V.

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Legas keeps trying to start the conversation about politics and his wife Cecilia is a bit more talkative than I'd like, but I don't hear half of it. I just keep looking at her. I feel my member pounding in my pants at the thought of the look she gave me. It's been a long time since he felt so alive. I continue eating, thinking and looking at her until I suddenly hear Nikon gasp for air next to me. His throat is wheezing. He is suffocating!

'Nikon!' Quickly I stand up and starts pounding on his back. But it has no effect. I take him off his chair and try to get him up and straight. I see her running towards us and stand behind my friend. She puts both arms around his stomach and clenches her fists. What is she doing now? 

'5, you're touching a master! Keep your filthy slave hands off him!' Shouts the annoying woman. Her name is 5? She must have been born a slave if they didn't care enough to give her a proper name.

'You can punish me later master, please let me try to help.' Why should she be punished for helping someone? If I have to be honest, I have already punished many people for sometimes small things, but never wrongly, and certainly not for trying to save someone's life. Suddenly she pulls her arms in and I see Nikons body move along with the movement. Her scent keeps distracting me. 'Come on' she yells and she repeats. I see a piece of food flowing through the air and hear Nikon catching his breath. I look at her but she ignores me. She helps me putting Nikon back on his chair, bows her head to her master and returns to her place in the line. Like nothing happened.

What is this place? There is a very strange vibe and the tension is palpable after the incident. I feel tired, tense and confused. I have to sort everything out. I get up and everyone does the same. 

' Thank you for the delicious meal. Now, I have to excuse myself. We have to leave early tomorrow to get to the palace on time.'

'Off course my prince. I will have someone prepare a bath to wash off the dust and stress. If it pleases the prince, we are hosting a pre-festival party tomorrow night. There will be many counselors and men of high standard as well as many beautiful women off course. Feel welcome to join us.' Legas replies. I thank him and take my leave. Not a Nikon follows and we walk to our rooms in silence. To break it I ask him to check on the men before going to sleep. I would rather sleep with them in the stables as usual when we are out in the field but that would be rude. And like it or not I'm a prince and there are certain expectations I have to meet. We reach the guest room and I wish him good night. 'Please chew before you swallow, I can't afford to lose you my friend.' We both laugh.

I open the door and look around. Looks like someone made a great effort to display their wealth. I hate it, it's al for show and unfortunately this is important for many women. They are not interested until they hear that you are rich or of royal blood. I would rather not have a wife than one who doesn't love me but only my status. But even if I don't really care anymore and am happy that I can focus on my army and castle, even I get lonely sometimes and feel like I'm missing someone. Before Zion gave me the scar on my face I had no trouble to get a girl's attention. After that they avoided me, whispered behind my back as if I were a beast. Every whisper made me angier, and every time I killed an enemy who was not looking at me but at my scar, life was getting less and less interesting.

But I'm afraid that the one who can handle me and my life has yet to be born. And then there's the dragon... I've already accepted my fate to die amongst my men. Suddenly I see 5 in front of me again. How her hips swayed and the skin she showed every step of the way. The movement of her breasts and that irresistible look in her eyes. Again I feel my pants stretching and my fingers unconsciously unbuckle my belt and open my pants. I have never played with myself, it was never necessary and I never had the urge, but now ... The woman MUST be a witch, I have never experienced this. I start rubbing my bulge and take my hard staff in my hand. I sit on the edge of the bed and start going up and down, first slow then faster and faster. I imagine her taking of her clothes and can almost feel the heat of her skin. A moan escapes my mouth and I feel my hand holding on tighter, when I reach her eyes again I feel my hand getting wet. That was surprisingly quick but felt like heaven. I must have her! I need to satisfy this urge... this need... this void I feel.