Marking Ceremony

Elysia hesitated, unsure of how to proceed with her questions, but she steeled herself and spoke, "Madam Madeline explained the mating ceremony to me." She took a deep breath. "I still have some questions to ask you."

Azrael didn't reply immediately, only stared at her blankly, which she took as a sign to continue speaking.

"What is your intention in buying me?" she asked. She wanted to know if he had gotten her to be his bed warmer or perhaps his personal servant, but judging from the way she was being treated, it wasn't the latter.

"It's not what you think," Azrael reassured her with a small smile. "I don't know why I brought you to my palace, but we'll figure that out later," he added, waving his hand dismissively.

Elysia didn't know what to say. He bought her just to be an ornament in his palace? It was hard to believe, but she could care less about that. She was in a much better and safer environment.

"And Lord Dargan?" she inquired. Despite knowing that she had been bought by the Dragon Lord, King Azrael still decided to buy her. That could cause a lot of problems between the two of them.

"You don't have to worry about him," Azrael said, his voice lazily seductive. "Although, he said he'd pay a visit in two days' time," he added. Closing his eyes, he leaned his head backward, resting against the chair.

"H-he is coming?" Elysia asked in shock, the color draining from her face. The king didn't look bothered that the Dragon Lord was paying him a visit, but she was.

"You don't have to worry about Dargan," he said with a smile. "I will kill him if he troubles me," he added with a sinister smirk.

"K-kill the Dragon Lord? T-that's..."

"Hush," Azrael said, placing his finger on his lips. "Come over here," he said, tapping his thigh.

Elysia stared blankly at him. It was as if he had fallen asleep, but she knew he hadn't. She bundled her robe in her hand as she walked towards him.

"Sit!" he commanded, this time his hand resting on the back of the chair.

Elysia took a deep breath. Madam Madeline had told her what to do already. She took off her robe, allowing it to fall to the floor, exposing her skin. She climbed on top of him, sitting uncomfortably. All the while, the king did not move a single muscle; his eyes were still closed.

Was he asleep? Elysia thought to herself. She adjusted herself to sit more comfortably on his thigh.

"Careful, darling," his voice rang in her ear, making her almost jump off his leg, but his hands were already wrapped around her waist, firmly holding her in place.

"Y-your Majesty, I thought you were asleep," she said in a small voice, her face burning with embarrassment.

"You have a nice hair color," Azrael said, his eyes looking intently at her. Looking at him up close made Elysia shudder; something about him was intoxicating. He smelled enticing.

"T-thank you?" She replied with uncertainty and a dark chuckle left his lips. Azrael held her two hands, placing them on his chest as they were hanging uncomfortably.

His hand went to her back, his fingers tracing it gently,

"Who caused you this scars?" Azrael asked, his tone lazy. Elysia failed to realize he had asked a question because of how he made her feel. It was something she couldn't explain, but she wanted more of it.

"Hmmm?" Azrael hummed, "Seems like I'll just have to kill everyone at the slave shelter" he whispered, his nose moving to the crook of her neck. She smelled heavenly and he wanted all of her.

Azrael placed soft kisses on her neck causing her moan in response, he wrapped his hand tightly around her waist while he murmured incomprehensive words against her neck.

Elysia had never felt like this before, the butterflies in her stomach, she didn't want it to stop. She felt the King's hand tugg at the short white dress that was barely covering her thighs, causing the white dress to fall down her chest.

Elysia immediately used her hand to cover her exposed chest as she blushed furiously. She had expected the king to say something, but nothing left his lips.

Azrael's hand snaked around her neck, pulling her closer to him, his mouth latched onto her neck as he suckled on the tender flesh. Elysia released a moan, she arced her back, making her chest move closer to him, her hand slipping down from her chest to hold his arm for support.

Azrael used his free hand to grab one of her boobs, squeezing it lightly. It fitted his palm, like it was made for him.

After Lucia had passed away, Azrael didn't bother spending time with any woman again, as no one could satisfy him other than his Breedmate. He grinned widely hearing her moans, maybe it has indeed been so long since he spent time with a woman.

Azrael was starting to get aroused as Elysia kept teasing him by grinding against his groin, causing him to grunt in frustration. He needed his dragon to wake up, inorder to be done with the mating ceremony. His thoughts were all over the place.

Elysia had her arms wrapped around the King's neck, her hand tugging at his dark locks as he continued to torture her poor skin by sucking hard on the delicate skin. She felt like she was in heaven, her thoughts were scattered.

Azrael's hand held her waist, grinding her harder against his groin eliciting a loud moan from Elysia, his large hand moved to her second boobs, this time around squeezing it harder, as his dragon was starting to wake.

Elysia opened her eyes a bit just to see the king's eyes had turned golden already, his hands still roaming her body. He pulled her slender shoulder closer.

"Ready?" He asked with a sly smirk, revealing his elongated canines.

Elysia couldn't respond because in the next second, she felt his sharp teeth sink into her skin, casing her to shudder as she came undone.

Azrael pulled away from her, looking at her shoulder , where the mark had appeared, it was a little dragon tattoo.

"Now wear my mark with pride" with a devilish smirk, Azrael said to a sleeping Elysia.