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“That’s not true,” Mika moaned. “I care about more than sex.”

“Show me,” the king smirked, sliding his hand from her pussy. “Show me who you are when you are not flushed with orgasm, or blushing from discipline. Come, pet. Let us take a walk.”

Mika had but one objection, an objection shared by women in all realms at one time or another. “What am I going to wear?”

“You are wearing all you need to wear,” Casimer said with a smile.

She looked down at herself. She had lost her gown in the ecstasy of the evening before and had not been given fresh attire. Breakfasting nude was one thing, but going out in public? Mika’s flirtations with public nudity had been limited to skinny dipping, done with shrieks of excitement and ending after a few moonlit minutes. Outside the bedroom, the day was bright. Anyone who passed would see her naked form. Every part of her would be displayed.

“Please,” she whimpered. “Even the gown from last night…”

“If I allow you clothing, will you promise obedience, pet?”

“Well, some obedience,” she said. “It depends what you ask me to do.”

“A considered response,” Casimer chuckled. “Very well. Cover yourself, pet. Let us go.”

Mika clothed herself in a sheet from the bed, wrapped around her body like a toga. She got the sense that even this was a luxury. If the king wanted her to be clothed, he could no doubt command a hundred dresses to be made. But she was not a woman who wore clothes. She was a pet, and he was clearly intent on bringing that point into every facet of her life.

Following the king outside, Mika discovered that the royal chambers were surrounded by a walled garden that extended several miles down the hillock upon which the castle was set. It was a beautiful place in which to walk.

Casimer extended his hand and wrapped it around hers when she offered it in return. His charisma made her feel less lonely than she otherwise would have done in this very strange place. Her pussy was still wet from the stimulation of the spanking, and as she walked beside him she felt a shy desire that made it hard to speak, or ask any of the thousands of questions bubbling to mind.

They had not taken more than a dozen or so steps into the greenery beyond the castle before an animal came bounding up to them emitting high-pitched chirps. It was able to gain considerable elevation in its jumps thanks to a pair of wings that did not seem to be strong or long enough to let it rise into the air, but when beating furiously, held it a few feet above the ground.

It looked a bit like a dog. It had four legs and paws to suit, and came up to about her knee. It had big round eyes set in a face that was almost bat-like, a little squished-in nose, and a big mouth turned up in what looked like a smile. It had sharp little teeth though, all the same size, like a shark, sort of. It was covered in a thick downy soft fur and had great large comical ears that rose straight from the top of its head and flopped over on themselves, like a cartoon bunny rabbit.

“Oh, my god, what is it?” Mika squealed the question as she crouched down to pet the creature, which returned her interest with sniffs and licks. It was very much like a dog, though obviously the wings set it quite apart.

“We call them Rafikins,” Casimer said. “They are popular court companions. They are smaller versions of much larger beasts with fur and wings and teeth, beasts which would tear you limb from limb.”

“Like dogs or wolves,” Mika said. “I guess domestication is a thing here too.”

The animal let out a little whining growl, more playful than aggressive.

“Aren’t you cute,” Mika cooed at the animal. “See, this is a pet. Pets can’t speak and walk on four legs and have tails.”

“Oh, is that the definition of a pet?” Casimer’s smile turned into a rakish smirk. “I will remember that.”

The animal followed them around for some time, pushing against Mika for affection, then curled up in a sunny patch and fell asleep. A bench happened to be located nearby and Casimer and Mika sat there too, Casimer pulling her into his lap and holding her against his chest. If she was to be his pet, he was clearly intending on treasuring her and treating her gently for the most part. She felt safe in the king’s powerful arms, strange feelings to have with a virtual stranger.

It was nice for a few minutes, just to sit in the garden and look out over the city below. They spoke of harmless things, casual things, emulating a conversation that almost felt normal.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, the Rafikin woke up, let out a sharp bark, and ran off. A moment later, a very tall man with dark hair falling just above his shoulders walked around the corner. He looked perhaps around thirty years of age, years written on his compelling, craggy features. There was something faintly different about this man, who wore a combination of black silk and leather armor across his broad body. It was his eyes, Mika realized. They were a very, very dark brown. His pupils were barely visible against the dark hue of his iris. He had lashes of deep black and rugged features marked with the wages of his work—scars from battle.

“Sire,” he said, his voice rough as he bowed.

“Mika, this is Lord Lazarus. He holds the highest rank in the realm besides myself,” Casimer said by way of introduction.

“Oh, er, hi.”

“She does not stand on formality,” Casimer explained.

“Not many pets do,” Lazarus replied with a smirk. Mika was already not at all sure that she liked this man. He carried himself with a sense of importance that she found off-putting and there was something in his handsome visage that was not entirely friendly. He had an aura of danger about him that was quite different from Casimer’s sheer power. There was something perhaps a little less than entirely honorable about him, something harsher, harder, less pleasant.

“We are yet early in the training process,” Casimer said, running his hand over the curve of her sheet-clad rear. “She has much to learn.”

“I am sure you are more than equal to the task, sire,” Lazarus replied smoothly. “After all, what challenge can a human girl be to a dragon king?”