Tempting Dragons.

THE DRAGON REALMS.

Bloodshed and the rotten smell of bad blood flew across the air.

The soil stunk of blood.

Corpses raided the land, vultures flew down to come and eat the dead bodies, searching for their daily bread.

However, the dragons were still kings and will always be kings and the final say to rule over them all.

Donovan came down from his bike.

He dropped his helmet on the back seat and proceeded into the chamber of the king, who summoned him to be there as soon as possible.

He took off his black leather jacket of his muscular back as he strolled past the guards, bowing to him with their hands backward.

He nodded and opened the door to the chambers.

There, behold, the king of the realms was sitting in front of the round table, and everyone was present except for Smaug.

Donovan sat down at the table after greeting the king and poured himself some wine, sliding a strand of his rough white hair behind his ear with his smooth, muscular hands; his tattooed left hand was of red dragons and flowers.

He yanked through his white hair which turned black with a long sigh.

He closed the bottle of wine and sipped from his glass.

Silence.

The king in his royal golden clothes, shoulder-length white hair, and golden eyes, cleared his throat since nine of the council leaders of the realms were at his table.

He debated whether he should wait for Smaug to come or go on with the meeting and let the others inform him of what they'd discussed.

Since calling him was already a pain in his butt.

The king firmly announced. "I think we should go on with the meeting; it's been ten minutes and one of our council members isn't here."

The door burst open, and it revealed Smaug's annoying expression, walking majestically across the round table as he took his chair and sat down.

"Did you guys miss me?" He winked at the king, as well as did the others, who just rolled their smug eyes at him.

The king frowned and rested his chin on his folded hands and his elbows on the table; he knew his brother well.

"Where have you been, Lord Smaug? We've been waiting for you to attend this meeting because we have an important discussion; we are not here for some candies to be shared."

"Neither am I, your majesty," he grinned. "You see, I have a lot of work to do. I came here because of you; if not for you, I wouldn't even be here at all. I took my time to come to see you; isn't that pleasant?"

"Lord Smaug," the king muttered and wondered what his brother was balling about.

Yet scolding him wouldn't do any good.

"What? Did I say anything wrong here? I just made my statement clear here; you don't have to be so uptight about it."

The King stared at him for a moment, knowing that arguing with him wouldn’t lead him anywhere.

He brushed it off and did what he had invited councils to discuss.

That was the most important part.

He can't let his younger brother get on his nerves. Smaug has always been an irresponsible dragon to the realms. He has become so hopeless to control.

‘I hate your attitude, Lord Smaug, and I want to be honest and say it in front of the king and everyone here, since they want to be a hypocrite and let you off the hook.’ Tanwen growled. “Your behavior these days is getting out of hand; people are talking about how loose you have become. Which is causing a stain on our status, our reputation, and that of the king.”

Tanwen was one of the council leaders of the king of the ten realms and the phoenix clan; he had always been friends with the king for hundreds of years.

His behavior is irrational. He is infamous for being hot-tempered and doesn't tolerate some sort of nonsense.

That's why Tanwen and Smaug don't get along; they've been hot enemies since they were kids, and no matter how everyone tried to settle their differences, it got worse the very next day, and since then, everyone has given up except for the king.

Smaug softly scoffed. “You dare call the king a hypocrite? How daring of you!”

“You and I both know that I am not calling the king a hypocrite. Don't twist my words, Lord Smaug.” Tanwen rested his chin at the back of his folded hands, resting his elbows on the table.

"Just shut your mouth; I'm living my life to the fullest; don't tell me what to do; it's sort of ugly to me."

He glared at him. "You are two hundred years old and you are living your life to the fullest. Don't make me laugh. You should be ashamed of yourself; stop putting the king in a tight spot, Lord Smaug.”

"And you should be ashamed of yourself for always speaking bullshit to me, grumpy old man.”

"I am not speaking bullshit; your attitude speaks volumes of bullshit; don't you dare insult me; I want the king to remove you from this position; it's getting out of hand; you've been in this seat long enough, and you've not contributed anything but mischief to this table and to the realms. The council leader of this realm set an example; rule the kingdom with firm hands; and you are married, for crying out loud. Everyone is talking about how much of a loose dog you have become. Aren’t you ashamed? You bang every woman and man you come across. The people of the realms are talking. How shameless you are. Learn to keep your tail between your legs. If you can't handle that tail between your legs, you might as well cut it off and feed it to the bulldog on the outskirts of town."

‘Oh, shut up.’ Smaug slammed the table with a fist, putting on a sluggish look. “I don't have the strength to deal with you today. But you've been getting on my nerves lately. You've been babbling nonstop; aren't you tired of talking like a grumpy old man? Don't act as if you are better than me,” Smaug smirked. "Seems to me you are getting bored of your wife at home, or is it because you are unable to found another woman to warm up your bed yet? Isn't that the reason you are trying to push me to do the same? I guess your woman is preventing you from meeting other women. That's why you are frustrated. Or is your woman rejecting your tail to penetrate her hole? From what I heard, once a man hasn't done it for a long time, he always gets angry and his balls turn blue.”

"Lord Smaug." The elder stood up angrily and slammed the table.

"Has your wife's hole widened enough that it can't contain your d**k, or is she letting another man in her home because your c**k is too small?"

"Lord Smaug." He gritted his teeth, fuming with anger.

‘When was the last time you had s*x and tasted a hole? Was it when your mother bore you in the labor room? Your head must have been too big to come out of her v****a because you kept licking it and getting stuck.'