Fallen: Taming the Dragon King.

Chapter 2 - The King

Alexander POV

Fucking boring and the same. These banquets with the free s*x and post-dinner orgies are all the f*****g same.

In the beginning, it was fun and an escape from reality. Tyron sent the best girls into my bed and I did the best of it. After making my heart broken, I promised myself to never love again.

Despite everything, s*x was an outlet for me to release all the pain and frustration. That was ages ago, almost 100 dragon-years.

Honestly, when I do feel like having s*x, it is only to see and find out if I feel something, if I am able to feel anything at all.

I allow some girls to give me oral or things like that only to try to feel… but nothing, I get nothing back… Not even the most experienced of Tyron's girls can get any feeling out of me.

It is sad, lonely and extremely depressing. It is annoying that I have to sit in my chair, witnessing others have fun and pleasure, without being able to experience it.

Something needs to change because I am getting fed up with the council pushing parties, banquets, and orgies my way.

A girl next to me giggled and that broke me out of my thoughts. "Your majesty, do you want any of us to take care of you?" She sweetly offered.

I looked at the girl's face, and she was a regular. After so many girls crying in panic, and hearing from Arran that he has rescued a lot of frightened girls, I just stick to the regulars. Letting out a defeated sigh, I nodded in agreement. Let's try one more time to feel

I can't believe she gave me a blow job in the middle of the room, and while I enjoyed it, I felt f*****g nothing.

Since tragedy knocked on my door, I have been numb to everything and to everyone. They call me the Dragon King, with a heart of stone and ice.

That day something snapped and I cared for nothing. I once was a great king. My people loved me and my kingdom thrived. But after that fateful day, I turned a blind eye. I couldn't get myself together to rule, to care. And with my dragon's absence, everything was harder. Now my kingdom goes by, my subjects despise me and other realms fear me, even though I know my people need me, I don't have the strength to force myself to care.

The realm is being held together by Arran. He is my second in command and he is the one that cares about everybody's s**t. Somehow, my best friend became the voice of reason in this shitshow.

I scanned the room and saw people drunk, several nobles f*****g in corners with the whores provided by Tyron. Tyron runs the most prestigious w***e house in the realm, and by the council's request, when we hold banquets, he brings the best to us.

Of course, I don't care about these f*****g banquets, but I have to attend them because I am the f*****g King. Then who organizes this s**t? Well, the council believes that getting me laid will help me focus on my task of ruling.

Fucking morons, anyway I comply, because let's face it, who isn't in for a good night of senseless f*****g? Most of the men in my court were all for one night of free f*****g, for me, it was just one more try to feel.

Arran came back to the table as soon as the girl was done with the well-executed blow job. He sat next to me and I sent him two whores. Brit and a new one.

In the beginning, Arran complained about the council pushing girls into our chambers. He said that they wanted to control us through s*x, and as if we were unable to find a good f**k around.

Ever since he said that, I find it funny to send girls his way. It is a practical joke that always gets him riled up. I looked his way and chuckled when I saw his annoyed expression.

I retreated to my chambers soon after Arran left with his two companions. Honestly, Arran is the only person worth talking to, and if he leaves, I might as well leave.

My chambers had a bedroom, with a massive bed for my extracurricular activities and next to it, I had my private room. No one, except the maid and Arran, was allowed in there.

Five whores followed me to my quarters and I quickly let them enter the adjacent room, and before they could think of anything, I commanded them to report to Tyron. They had a great night with me and I walked into my private quarters.

I took a shower. After all that, in the dining room, I got a blow job, and my body reeked of w***e scent. Finally, all cleaned up, I walked towards my bed and fell asleep in no time.

The next day, I woke up feeling the same emptiness, the same loneliness, and the same nothingness.

I stood up ready to face another day full of nothing. I got dressed in my jeans and shirt.

Yes, you might have thought we were medieval, but no… The Dragon Realm was modern, with technology and that s**t. Our fashion was modern, only for banquets. The council requested the medieval traditions. A f*****g pain in my ass.

I walked through my private entrance, avoiding the wreck of the pile of whores lying in the room adjacent.

I entered my office and linked Arran. "Hey, are you up?" I needed to ask, yesterday I sent him two pieces of ass, and he might be still resting.

"No, I am just out of the gym." Was his answer.

"What, didn't you have fun yesterday?" I chuckled and he sighted through the mindlink.

"Alex, give me five and I'll be in your office." He replied.

Conny walked inside my office bringing a very hefty breakfast. Eggs, bacon, hash browns, pancakes, fruit, juice, and everything in between.

"Thanks, Conny," I said to her and she left my office the same way she entered. I let out a sigh and thought, the same f*****g drill, every f*****g day.

I started eating my food when Arran knocked on my door.

"Come in," I ordered.

"Hey, Arran…" I motioned for him to walk in and sit down. He looked my way with mischief and lowering his head he said "Your majesty"

I took a piece of bread and threw it his way. "f**k, you know I hate that." As always, he laughed. It is like his hobby to piss me off with that s**t.

He then casually sat on a chair next to me and said "So, what's up? What happened yesterday on patrol… please tell me about how your night was." I teased him.

He is my best friend and we talk about everything, and one thing I know gets on his nerves, is me sending his way whores. He uses them, but he is not fond of it.

"Well, let me tell you, f*****g Tyron sent your way an underage, recently sold virgin. The blonde one… of course, I offered protection." Arran said.

"What? You wasted that?..." I was surprised and he nodded.

"Man, you should have seen her. She was terrified, a crying mess… of course I wouldn't do that to a naive girl that was sold by her father." Arran said and I nodded.

"So with this one, how many rescues have you sent to Conny?" I casually asked.

"About 20… give or take." He mumbled the last part.

"You are just too good for your own good," I said to him, and he looked my way.

"Alex, as my King, I wouldn't dare to tell you what to do, but as your friend, I have to say… You have to stop turning a blind eye to your people's suffering… Those girls are being abused, sold… that is not right." Arran said and I shook my head pinching my nose bridge.

He is right, those females are my people. Deep within me, I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't find it in me to deal with any situation.

"OK… we will talk about it later…" I pushed the issue away. "Now, about the border?" I asked.

"Well, yesterday a beaming white light hit the northern border…." Arran started and I straightened my back.

"We moved in and scouted the whole forest, and we couldn't find anything…" Arran finished.

"What do you think it might have been?" I asked and Arran shrugged his shoulders. "Maybe lightning…"

"Are the morning scouts out?" I asked and he nodded. "Send them there again… let's make sure there is no threat to the realm," I ordered.