Pregnant and Mated to Three Kings

Rememory

Draven Fireheart, The Dragon Sovereign

After donning my armor and robes handed to me by Draegen, I strode forward. The call of the mate bond reverberated through my being, intensifying with each passing moment. It was as though my mate stood mere inches away, her scent enveloping me in a tantalizing embrace.

Questions swirled in my mind. Why had I not sensed this connection before? The answer eluded me, obscured by the complexities of fate and magic. She was the only human encounter I had entertained in recent years, and now, her scent was unmistakable. The woman I had encountered at the Treaty Ball, residing here in Meadow Brook, was destined to be mine.

I pushed aside the nagging thoughts of why I hadn't recognized her as my mate sooner. The mate bond was a force beyond comprehension, weaving its threads through the fabric of destiny. Dwelling on past oversights served no purpose now. My focus was singular: to rectify my mistake and claim what the Gods had intended for me.

As I turned my gaze forward, my eyes locked onto two familiar figures standing by the outside of the town hall: Ulric, the King of Falir, and Damien, the King of Mortdevori.

Feeble creatures, here for their meager purposes, I thought, dismissing their presence much like I did with the assorted crowd of lycan guards, vampires, and humans. Stopping in front of them, I had to look down to meet Ulric's heated glare. He spoke, but I paid him little attention, my focus elsewhere. Damien leered as well, both of them seeming like insignificant ants beneath my towering presence.

With a clenched jaw, I ignored whatever unholy words they spewed forth. Striding forward with Draegen at my tail, I announced to Ulric, "I am here to claim my mate."

The shock on Ulric's and Damien's faces mirrored each other, their disbelief palpable. They foolishly believed they, too, were about to claim their mates. The situation was undeniably odd, the three of us converging in the same place at the same time, seemingly with one purpose. What were the odds of them also having human mates? In the same town?

Pushing aside the perplexing thoughts, I ordered Draegen to enter the building and retrieve my mate. Without hesitation, he followed my command, swift in his obedience.

As the elderly woman, likely a healer, emerged from the door, Draegen queried through our draconic link, Is this her, sire?

With certainty, I replied in a resounding voice, No.

Draegen quickly apologized for assuming my mate would be an older woman, but I paid his words little heed as he instructed the healer to summon those within the clinic, stating my intention to find my mate. The healer swiftly complied, disappearing back inside.

After a brief wait, the healer returned, announcing, "This is my only patient at the moment, sir. Isabella Hawthorne."

A familiar figure stepped forward, her beauty captivating my senses.

Isabella.

My destined mate.

Without a second thought, the words escaped my lips, "Mine."

All seemed to be proceeding according to plan until I heard Ulric and the vampire uttering the same claim.

What in the Nyxian flames?

My gaze fell upon them, mere pests beneath me. How could we all share the same mate? It was inconceivable, defying all reason. As shock and confusion washed over me, another sensation gripped my consciousness—a Nyxian connection, marked by fire and magic. It was not solely from the mate bond; there was something more.

Realization dawned upon me like a thunderbolt. My dear Isabella was not only my mate but also carrying my child. The revelation left me stunned, grappling with the magnitude of what lay before me as memories surged into my brain.

~ o 0 o ~

The grandeur of the Hall of the Four Kingdoms greeted me as I arrived at the third Treaty Ball, held in the heart of the Capitol.

The elegance of the event was evident, from the swirling dancers in their finest attire, the orchestra's music, and to the rich aroma of decadent cuisine wafting from the banquet tables.

Yet, amidst the splendor, there was a sense of monotony. All masks were identical, each guest adorned with the same black half-face covering accompanied by a bandana to conceal their hair. While some attendees chose to forego their masks, I opted to embrace the tradition, selecting one from the array laid out on a table.

Despite the festivities, I found myself disillusioned. As an immortal who had frequented countless parties and ballrooms, the novelty had long worn thin. This masquerade was no exception, its grandeur failing to captivate me as it had once done.

Fueled by restlessness, I sought solace in solitude, instructing Draegen to remain behind as I ventured beyond the confines of the hall and into the woods.

Amidst the shadows of the moonlit trees, I beheld her—a vision in sapphire amidst the darkness. She stood alone, a solitary figure bathed in ethereal light, her presence commanding yet serene.

Clad in a gown of deepest blue, she seemed to embody the very essence of elegance, her form swathed in cascading layers of silk that whispered with each movement. Her hair, a cascade of midnight tendrils, framed a face of otherworldly beauty—a symphony of delicate features that spoke of grace and allure.

Yet, it was not merely her physical beauty that captivated me, but the aura of quiet confidence that surrounded her. She moved with a graceful poise, her gaze unwavering yet gentle, as if she were unaware of the stir she caused in the hearts of those who beheld her.

As I approached, a subtle shift occurred within me—an unfamiliar longing that tugged at the depths of my being. Desire coursed through my veins, urging me forward with a fervor that defied reason. With each step, I drew closer to her, drawn inexorably by the magnetic pull of her presence.

As I drew near, she made no move to retreat, her gaze steady and unflinching even as she craned her neck to meet my eyes. There was a sense of calm about her, as if she had expected my approach all along.

Gently, I reached out, my fingertips brushing against the delicate curve of her cheek. To my relief, she did not pull away, but instead leaned slightly into my touch, a silent invitation that sent a thrill coursing through me.

It was then that I noticed the faint blush that stained her cheeks, the telltale sign of intoxication. Perhaps it was the effect of the wine she held in her hand, or perhaps it was the proximity of our bodies that caused her cheeks to flush with color. Regardless, the sight only served to heighten my desire as my c0ck throbbed to life.

Without hesitation, I lowered my head, capturing her lips in a tender kiss. The world around us faded into oblivion as our mouths met, the taste of wine mingling with the sweetness of her lips. In that moment, nothing else mattered but the rush that pulsed between us, binding us together in a silent symphony of passion.

I pulled back for a moment to look at her face again, and I saw that she was as hungry as I was for intimacy.

Without another word, she launched herself at me, kissing me hard. I eagerly opened my mouth, allowing her tongue to explore. The burning desire between my legs intensified with each passing moment. Wasting no time, I grabbed her and lifted her into my arms to carry her deeper into the woods. She weighed no more than a leaf.

Once far enough from the blaring music, I set her down, pushing the straps of her dress to the sides, and immediately went for her breasts. They were just as perfect as I had imagined, the soft flesh yielding to my touch. I savored every moment as I kissed and licked them, covering them with my hands and tongue.

With a gentle touch, I pushed the hem of her dress up her waist and guided her to spread her legs wider. She had no undergarments.

What a naughty little human, I thought as I saw that she was already wet with anticipation. Lowering myself, I kissed her inner thigh, savoring her arousal. My tongue flicked at her clit, eliciting a moan of pleasure. I continued to explore, tasting her wet folds and inner walls. She moaned and urged me on, her hands tangled in my hair.

"Don't stop," she gasped. "Please don't stop."

I grinned, fully aware of the effect I was having on her. I continued to pleasure her, relishing in the taste of her arousal. Her moans grew louder as I teased her, each touch sending waves of pleasure through her body. She cried out as her release washed over her, her juices coating my mouth.

I gently spread her thighs even wider, lifting her legs to expose her fully. With my mouth, I explored every inch of her, tasting her essence. My member throbbed again, and this time, I could not take it anymore. After unzipping my pants, I whipped my c0ck out. The sight of her shocked expression was priceless.

I positioned myself against her entrance and thrust deeply. Her wetness enveloped me, igniting a fire within as I began to move with a relentless rhythm. She whimpered as I plunged into her again and again, our bodies moving in perfect harmony.

I grasped her breasts, kneading them as I drove deeper, each thrust sending her closer to the edge of ecstasy. She moaned and writhed beneath me, her pleasure building with each movement. I quickened my pace, determined to push her to the brink.

The woman gasped, her breathless words driving me further. "I'm going to come!"

I was on the verge of release myself, but I wanted to prolong the pleasure, to make her come again and again. Slowing my pace, I savored the sensation of her tightness around me, relishing in the sensation of her body gripping me.

Standing up, I pressed her against a nearby tree, my c0ck still buried deep inside her. She gasped, her breasts flattened against the trunk as her hips arched up to meet mine. With intensity, I continued to drive into her, seeking to bring her to the peak of pleasure before succumbing myself.

"Come for me, my beautiful one," I urged, feeling her body tremble beneath me. "Let yourself go."

Her moans filled the air as her 0rgasm overtook her, her pvssy clenching around my manhood. I could feel my own release building, aching to join her in ecstasy.

"I'm about to come," I warned her, the pressure reaching its peak.

She cried out, her hips rising to meet mine as I drove into her with fervor. With a final, shuddering release, I emptied myself inside her, our bodies convulsing together in the throes of pleasure. Moaning with satisfaction, I continued to thrust into her, filling her completely with my seed.