TAKEN BY THE DRAGON KING

CHAPTER SIXTY TWO

GULLIVER

The clouds had darkened above the kingdom, between an oncoming war and a maddened unfit king, I pretty much had my hands filled up, although the straw that broke the camel’s back would be Elena’s sudden and abrupt disappearance with nothing but a note left behind in her stead, even as I read it over and over again, I could not get any proper emotion save for the intense burning rage that threatened to burn through me, How could she leave at a time like this?

Every able bodied shifter folk had been stationed from the castle to the very border of the kingdom and yet a deep sense of foreboding filled me, almost as if I knew that she’d slip out, This was pure madness I wasn’t cut out for this I wasn’t-.

“You know arching your back when doing the walk of intense thinking and also sitting down on that hard throne all day is bound to give you a hunch back.” A voice said interrupting my spiralling train of thoughts.

“Whoever you are get the fuck-”

The rest of the words died down in my throat as I spun around to face Elena’s father, who had his brows up as he stared at me quizzically.

“Seems leadership’s is taking it’s toll on you already.” He says pitifully as he walks up to me “it is a great mantle son, you want some advice not as a king, I fucking lost my kingdom to a mad witch and they haven’t realized it yet, let me advice you as a father is that alright?”

I can only nod my head glumly as he sits me down.

“Take it from me, You will fail to find Elena and I know this because I’m her father.” he says “Even if you do I mean by the slightest chance manage to find her you won’t be able to tie her down, I have failed in many things but I do know my daughter, withdraw your men prepare for war and trust that she is safe.”

His words do make sense but I cannot help it, Losing her has warped out my control, control needed for the war, I know he is right and so I do the only sane thing I have for the past three days.

“Do you want to commadeer the soldiers there’s so much to do and I really need to-”

“It’s fine,” he says with a calming smile “besides it’s high time I make myself useful in this dump don’t you think?”

A small breathy laugh escapes me and for the the first time in awhile I feel unburdened, he pulls me in a hug and I remember Granny. It would seem though that the universe had one more big break to spare as we faded into the hug a portal made out of bright light opened up and instantly we took up defensive positions, and as the magic threatened to burst from my finger tips, a lone haggard yet relief sighting for worried eyes stepped through.

“Elena” I whisper her name just as she crashes to the floor.

ELENA

I felt two strong arms wrap tightly around me easing me off my feet, I clutched the vial for what I was worth, holding on because our last hope swirled inside of it.

“Dracula” I groan “You have to get the sap to him, it’s the only way, the only cure.”

Gulliver seems to hear me and immediately stops shrieking at the guards to go get help, his hands encircle around mine, only them do I let the vial go, Despite my foggy vision I see Gulliver’s eyes widen with surprise.

“She did it” He muttered out loud before turning to my father and yelling “She bloody did it , how the hell?”

His next words are lost to me as an overbearing weight of tiredness crashes into me, Just a little nap wouldn’t hurt, just a little-.

*****

A familiar smell envelopes my senses and a rough yet surprisingly gentle hand caresses my face, I lean into it, my body yearning for more of it’s touches.

“Wake up Elena,” His voice sounds into my ears “Wake up for me.”

My eyelids perl open in that moment to meet Dracul’s molten ones, words die in my throat as I stare at him, at first trying to gaze the sentience in his eyes and then because I couldn’t get enough of it, I open my mouth to say something but instead his lips crash heavily against my own.

I bite back the moan that surfaces from my very depths as his tongue explores my mouth, no words need to be said as this is much much better than talking, what begins as a simple kiss soon escalates, my fingers clutch around his button and begins to rip it off, my hands reaching for the well sculpted chest that I have one to know so well.

“Elena” He breathes breaking away from the kiss “We shouldn’t we should-”

Like hell we aren’t, a surgeon strength wafts over me and I’m straddling him pinning him down beneath me, I feel a familiar hardness as I grind myself slowly against him and a hiss escapes him, my eyes are hooded and my insides are wet, I haven’t craved anything like I do him and each move is driving me insane.

“Elena,” He groans heavily, his breath landing hot against my neck “Elena please.”

Hearing him beg sends me off the charts, reaching for his zipper, I reach through guiding him into me, relief and pleasure come hand in hand as simultaneous moans and groans escape our lips, we both need this, we’ve gone on too long without it.

It’s hot and it’s fast, he reverse us pinning me down as hot and hard strokes burrow into me deepening my insides, my arms rake into his back as he slams into him, seeming to larger with each stroke, eyes watering I lose track of the orgasms basking on a sort of cloud eleven.

“I love you Elena” He groans hard against me just as his body freezes and he explodes inside me.

I roll off him and right into his arms, we lay there for awhile breathless and heaving

“Elena” he finally calls my name “I’m sorry, I didn’t, it wasn’t my plan to hurt you, I couldn’t I didn’t-”

I silence him with a deep kiss.

“it’s not your fault,” I tell him “blame the black goop.”

This forces a smile out of him and I cannot help but smile back, it’s wonderful to be in this moment, I don’t want it to end, if only it could be like this for a little-.

BANG! BANG!

The heavy door creaks as it takes on more of the heavy blows, I sigh in disappointment as Gulliver’s voice comes up from the other endConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

“Enough of the rabbit thing in there.” He yells “If I have to rule your fucking kingdom for another minute I swear to the fucking balls between your legs I will-”

For the sake of everything good and pure I refuse to repeat his next words but they were enough to get us scrambling out of bed and get the door open.

“Your father and the generals are waiting for you so you might want to fix that bed head, not many of us want to know that you’re busy screwing around when the end of doors is right at our doorstep.” A tired haggard looking Gulliver says “You’re welcome by the way, took two bloody sleepless nights to brew the fucking potion, you’ve played sleeping beauty long enough I think it’s my turn now.”

He let out a big yawn and without and without any further glances at us began to slow march down to his bed chambers.

I watched as he lumbered on to his room, disappearing into the next corner. Fixing the rest of my hair as much as I could and placing a chaste kiss on Dracul’s lips, we headed off into the throne room.

Leaders as far as the room could contain filled the place, evidently Gulliver had been quite busy mustering forces these past few days, I scanned the crowd and glimpsed my father who in turn gave me a curt nod before proceeding with his conversation.

Everything else seemed to die down the minute Dracula and I sat upon our thrones, all eyes turned to us and my heart began to palpitate, I knew some familiar faces from the years in my father’s court, but how in hell were we going to convince these people to fight with us and with such little time, if this didn’t go well, we were all fucked, all royally-.

My next thought died down, drowned by the surge of overwhelming surprise as one by one each king and ruler of his own right began to kneel in reverence to us.

“We’ve heard of your exploits.” My father spoke up “I for one have seen your promise and resilience in the face of danger that’s is why we believe you are more than capable to lead us in this war, To Lady Elena and Lord Dracul.”

All around our name was chanted in unison and a wave of relief crashed over me, this was easy. Now it was time to win a war.