me sucking in air over my teeth. The same power Trice had was now at my back and changing the King right next to me! I knew this the moment he brought his other hand out in front of me, one that had been morphed into that of a beast!
A beast, just like the one he had been flying.
A hand that was now tipped with deadly talons that curled around as though they belonged on an eagle and would have rivalled even my father’s demonic pet bird, Ava. White scales that were edged in black with the same reptilian skin underneath, just like the dragon we rode. Then he warned in that grated drag of his deeper voice,
“I don’t need to crush her windpipe and mangle her delicate little neck to kill her, but with a mere thought I could flay her skin from her bones,” the King said with deadly calm, making me say,
“Eww, graphic much.” Something he ignored and instead proved when his hand ignited into the same blue, dragon’s flame that surrounded the castle, telling me it wasn’t from the power of the dragons, it was generated…
From their King.
“So you see, laying waste to my Kingdom won’t be as easy as you thought, for I am no weak ruler!” It was at this point that I’d officially had enough! And I did this the only way I knew how to get the King’s attention, just hoping it too hadn’t changed. So I snaked a hand around my back and before he could do anything about it, I grabbed his man package! I also did this trying not to notice how considerably large it was and instead squeezed with all my might, making him now the one who sucked in air through his teeth.
“Right, now that I have your attention, I would like to point out that snapping my neck or setting me aflame won’t get you what you want, and it most certainly won’t get me what I want!” He growled making me squeeze harder causing him to stop and listen to me.
“In fact, all that would happen is you would find yourself at war as Lucius, who I might point out is the son of the Devil, a being that would bring a wrath upon on your head and your kingdom that even your impressive shifter ass won’t be able to stop… as in… at all.” I hissed this last part before I continued,
“Because, trust me, when I say war, I mean with the entirety of Hell and that of my own father’s kingdom included. So how about we cut the ‘whose dick is bigger’ shit and just agree that mine’s bigger.” For emphasis I squeezed his balls again and he instantly let my neck go.
“Good choice, Dragon King,” I said with a smirk in victory. Then I added for good measure,
“Now, let’s talk about this deal we are going to make, should we, and no offence, lover boy, but there is only one man’s lap I sit on and it isn’t yours!” Then, after I said this, I tapped on his arm so that he got the hint and let me go. I jumped down and walked towards Trice, telling him,
“As impressive as that look is on you, sweetheart, do you mind as I am trying to negotiate here, and the Hellish Ice Man look isn’t helping.” At this I heard both Gryph and Vern snigger, making me point a finger at them and warn,
“And as for you two, you can behave as well!”
“But of course, My lady.”
“Aye whitevur ye say, lass.”
“Right well, as nice and intimidating as this room is, which is what I guess you were going with here, I am tired, I am hungry and I need to sit down before I fall down… and no, not on your lap, Your Majesty,” I said when I saw the King about to point to where I was just sitting but I finished it off with a bow in his direction.
“Then let me suggest before that happens and I lose my leverage to starvation, we seek a more comfortable space,” the King said, obviously now more amused by my antics than angry that I had well and truly manhandled his man meat package… thanks for that one, Aunty Pip, I thought with a grin.
“This way if you please,” he said holding out his arm for me to place my own in the bend of his and be led from the room. Trice, now being