Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 16835 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 84(@200wpm)___ 67(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16835 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 84(@200wpm)___ 67(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
The underworld of Blood Ash stretched far and wide—wastelands of darkness that we’d rule together.
And all of it was ours.
He set me down, but kept me close with his arm curled protecting around my waist. The dry and warm wind tugged at my hair.
“This world will know who you are. They’ll know you rule and now at your feet,” Draxus said beside me, his voice low and reverent, and so very proud. “And they will fear you, Elowen. They’ll understand you hold their lives in your little hands.”
“I’m ready,” I said after a moment of letting his words sink in.
He let out a growl of approval, pulling me to his side even more firmly. His tail flicked behind him like a banner, the barbed end thumping hard on the stone floor.
“Tomorrow we celebrate you. Everyone in the kingdom will gather,” he said, his voice already slipping into that tone of command. “They will know Queen Elowen rules beside me.”
He turned to me then, gripped my jaw with one clawed hand, and stared deep into my soul.
This was such a heavy moment, and it didn’t scare me on a survival level. A part of me said run. This was too much. Too fast. But my feet were frozen in place.
I wasn’t going anywhere.
“My queen,” he growled.
I leaned into him, felt his paw curl around the back of my head, and while we stood there silently, while my king held me, I stared at everything the fire and darkness touched.
My kingdom.
8
QUEEN ELOWEN
I stood beside Draxus in the throne room, the area cast in candlelight from the massive skull chandelier hanging from the ceiling, and bone sconces lining the walls.
The lava lines in the black stone walls flared and dimmed, the shadows stretching long and deep, snaking out and curling around everything it touched like demons reaching out to claim a victim.
Right now it was just Draxus and I in the room, with servants stationed around the room in wait of who was coming.
My heart thundered, and my body pleasantly ached, Draxus’s cum seeping out of my pussy reminding me rather vividly what we just did and will do again. And again. My cream mixed with the cum dripping from my folds. Draxus growled periodically, his hand moving down my back, over my ass, and sliding it between my thighs to push his seed back into me.
I stood at the top of the dais, the jagged throne of skulls and black stone behind me, intimating and ominous. And then I heard them. Draxus stiffened beside me, massive and unmoving, his gaze fixed on the doors that hadn’t opened yet. His tail was swishing back and forth, the tension radiating out of him.
The air was thick with heat and power and something else that made the hair on my arms stand on end. That heavy feeling clung to my skin like sweat, and with every passing second, I felt that weird feeling weigh heavier on me.
“You look every bit of my queen, Elowen.”
The pride that filled me from his praise was instant.
I heard heavy footsteps on the other side of the throne room doors, and looked down at the grown Draxus gave me for this evening to keep my focus clear.
The dress was black, with an overlay of black lace and silk, and delicate glowing threads throughout it like the lava that surrounded us. I stared at the mark on my wrist, the branding glowing faintly on my flesh. Draxus said when we were together the mark would be brighter, feel hotter.
The crown sat heavy atop my head, a reminder that I held the power.
Draxus curled his hand around my waist, pulling me close to him just as the doors opened and our guests ended. “They will see you, and they will kneel before you, showing their respect.”
“And those who won’t kneel?”
He chuckled. “The ones who feel brave… we’ll bathe in their blood.”
The first to enter was a hulking beast draped in blood red robes. I couldn’t see much because of his hooded cape, but I could see wicked looking hairy antlers that curved outward from the material and arched inches above its head.
He lumbered forward on hooved feet, that marrow clacking on the black stone floor.
He was introduced as a Lord Velgrack, one that resided in the skeleton forest.
Without having to be told, the lord knelt, bowing to us and showing respect without having said a word.
I swallowed in trepidation, the situation, at how terrifying this was, but didn’t let my expression change.
More entered, each one more monstrous and beastly than the next.
A serpent-bodied female slithered in next, undulating across the floor, totally nude aside from the crown on her head and a transparent cloak over her body.
When she stopped in front of us, she slowly smiled, jewels in her fangs, her silted eyes trained right on me.