With a roar, the Dragon King yanked out of me and took his shaft in hand. My legs flopped to the bed and fell open. A stream of hot cum hit my belly. That did it for me. I went into spasm, my cock jerking and hips locking up as I added my cum to his.
Panting, the King stared down at me.
I started to smile. But then I saw his eyes. The coldness in them. It spread over his face.
“No,” I whispered and sat up. “No, don't do that! Come on, Shale!”
“Do not call me that!” the Dragon King snarled. He flung himself out of bed and snatched my clothes from the floor. Tossing them at me, he said, “I need you to leave.”
“Fuck.” I searched his face for some hint of amusement. Maybe this was just a joke.
“Now, Sebastian.”
“Yeah. Fine,” I muttered and pulled on my pants. When those were on, I got out of bed and yanked on my tunic. I didn't bother with my boots or belt, just gathered them up and walked to the stairs. “Goodnight, Your Majesty. I'm sorry we went too fast.”
Shale didn't reply.
I entered the stairwell with a heavy heart, and it wasn't all because of Shale. Staring down the length of curving steps, I sighed. My body was pudding, but I had to get down several flights of stairs. I seriously considered sitting down and just bobbing my butt from step to step. I did sit down, but only to put on my boots and belt. Then I got up and, leaning heavily on the handrail, half fell and half climbed down the stairs.
One of the Dragon knights was posted a flight down. He frowned at me as I slumped by. “Did you . . . ?”
“Fuck off,” I growled and kept going. I didn't give a shit that he was a Dragon. Frankly, Dragons were not at the top of my list of people I liked at the moment.
I don't know how the knight reacted to that. I didn't look back to check, and he didn't say anything. Again, I didn't care. I kept going until I stumbled out of the King's tower. Then it was just a matter of falling forward and forcing my feet to move.
I got to my room at last and fell onto my bed. I didn't remove anything. I couldn't. Because I fell asleep as soon as I landed.
Chapter Nineteen
The next morning, I woke feeling hung over. My stomach was tight and itchy from dried cum, my ass was aching in a good way, my neck was tender, and I felt seriously dehydrated. I stumbled into the bathroom and pulled off my clothes. Leaving them in a pile with my boots, I stepped into the shower. As I scrubbed at my belly, I opened my mouth and drank. And drank. And drank.
And still, I didn't feel so good.
Coming out of the heat, I felt lightheaded. I fell against the sink and heaved up the water I had just drunk. Shivering, I pulled a towel around me. I managed to make it to the door, then opened it, but only to fall into the corridor. I lay there for several minutes before someone found me.
“Master Sebastian!” It was one of the servants. He rolled me onto my back. “What's happened?”
“I can't get up. I think I'm sick,” I said.
“Sick?” His hand went to my forehead. “You don't have a fever. Perhaps it was something you ate last night? Here. Let me help you to bed.”
He got me to my feet, and I stumbled back to bed with him supporting me. Once I was under the covers, he said, “I'll fetch the physician.”
“Thank you.”
I fell back asleep.
When I woke again, there were a few people in my room. One of them was a Zaknir, another was the Dragon King. They were shouting. No, Shale was shouting. The Zaknir was cringing.
“Please, Your Majesty, there is nothing more to be done for him until he awakens. If it is as you suspect, and you, er, an accident occurred, then we can only assist by—”
“Are you talking about me?” I asked.
“Sebastian?!” Shale's face came into my view while his hand went to my face. “How are you feeling?”
“Weak,” I whispered. Then I frowned. “I can't . . .” I sucked in a breath. “I can't catch my breath. I think I'm sick.”
The Zaknir swept around the bed and leaned over it to peer at me. He took my hand.
