The Dragon King's Dark Angel

13 - Bad Judgement

King Atreyu

    I kept thinking that I must be having the best dream ever.  No way could I be lucky enough for my mate to want me in the most intimate of ways after everything she had been through.

    The whole time I was making love to Genevieve, I thought for sure I would wake-up from dreaming, but that never happened.  Instead, I got to enjoy her warm, velvety insides and sweet kisses for several hours.

    I had bedded women before, but never had I felt a connection with them like I did with Genevieve.  The way her touch made my skin tingle, and her moans made delightful chills run down my spine was like nothing I had ever experienced.

    I loved it when she tangled her fingers in my hair or grabbed ahold of my butt and gave it a good squeeze.  Even better than that was the sparks that flowed between her inner walls and my manhood.  It was off the charts in terms of pleasure.  

    Not to mention, I knew the second I entered Genevieve's warm core that I was going to be addicted to her forever.  She was going to be my own personal drug that I wouldn't be able to live without.  That thought scared the daylights out of me, but I was enjoying our mating session way too much to dwell on it.

      I made love to Genevieve slowly and sensually making sure she also enjoyed every second of it.  I couldn't do anything to remind her of those other beasts at the Dark Mountain Kingdom.  If I did, she might never let me mate with her again.

    At the same time, I felt the need to make the experience so good that she wouldn't ever think or dream about Alexander again.  I wanted to be the only man in her erotic dreams.

    We mated for so long that I lost track of how many times I shot my seed into her core, but it was a lot of times.  So many, that my balls felt fifty times lighter by the time we ended the long session of mating.

    Every time Genevieve orgasmed, her walls would clench so tight around my erection, I would instantly orgasm with her.  Not to mention, the many times that I couldn't hold back and blew my load between her orgasms.

    That's how good it felt to be inside of her.  Better than anything else in the world.

    I made love to Genevieve until I couldn't go any longer.  At that point, I collapsed to her side and immediately pulled my angel against me.  After passionately kissing her for a few more minutes, I protectively held Genevieve in my arms, and it wasn't long before we both drifted to sleep.

    When morning rolled around, I was awakened by the sound of my door clicking shut.  Right away, I sat up in bed and looked around.  The first thing I noticed was that Genevieve wasn't anywhere in sight, and I couldn't help fearing that she had regrets about mating with me.

    Naturally, that put me in a foul mood.  The thought of my mate not being pleased with our session of mating or regretting it was too much for me to handle.

    I climbed out of bed and stalked over to my closet, where I pulled on a pair of dark gray slacks and a nice, black, button-up shirt.  I left the two top buttons undone, then I pulled on a pair of black shoes.

    After running a brush through my hair, I left my chambers and walked to my main office on the first floor.  When I got there, I went straight to my liquor cabinet and poured a glass of bourbon.  It was early to start drinking, but I needed something to calm my nerves.

    I wanted to speak with Genevieve to find out if that's why she left my bed so early, but I didn't want to sound harsh with her.  That's why I decided to leave without talking to her.

    I took my glass of bourbon and sat down behind my desk, then I leaned back and moved the cup in a way that made the liquor swirl around in the glass.  While watching that swirling liquid, I replayed the events from the night before in my mind.

    Before falling asleep, I was so happy, but now I was filled with anxiety.  I couldn't stand the thought of Genevieve not being happy for any reason.

    I downed the entire contents of the glass, then I got up and walked over to the liquor cabinet for a refill that I immediately downed followed by two more refills.  It was seriously a bad judgement call for me to drink that much liquor in such a short amount of time, and I was soon to realize my mistake.

    Without thinking first, I stalked back to my chambers and went straight to Genevieve's bedroom.  I didn't bother knocking before I barged in and angrily barked, "Why did you sneak out so early this morning?  Do you regret our time together last night?"

    Genevieve's eyes instantly went wide, and there was no mistaking the fear and hurt that swirled in those captivating, amethyst eyes of hers.  However, those emotions quickly turned to anger before she sassily retorted, "What in the hell are you talking about, Atreyu?"

    "I'm talking about you sneaking out of my bed before I awakened," I testily snapped at her.

    "What is your problem?  I didn't sneak anywhere.  I simply got up and came to my bedroom, so I could start getting ready for the day," she stated with defiance shining bright in her eyes.

    That's when I finally took the time to actually look at her through my blurry vision.  Genevieve had changed out of her nightgown and into a beautiful, pastel yellow dress.  It was tight around her bust, but the skirt was held out around her legs, and it was thick with several layers of satin and lace.

    Unfortunately, the liquor made me not so willing to believe her.  I ended up belligerently asking, "Are you going to answer my other question?  Do you regret mating with me?"

    Genevieve's eyes narrowed into slits, then she stomped across the bedroom and quickly closed the gap between us.  As soon as she was standing right in front of me, her hand suddenly shot out and gave me a good slap across the cheek.

    Stunned by the action, I stumbled backward out of the bedroom, then Genevieve slammed the door shut and locked it while yelling, "Go sleep it off, Atreyu!  I don't want to see you again until you are back in your right mind!  What in the hell is wrong with you?  Why would anybody want to drink this damn early?"

    I could hear the rage in her voice, and I knew I had royally messed up.  I should have known better, but I just had to have a drink.  Now my mate was mad at me, and I had no clue how to fix it.

    Unable to think straight, I stumbled to my bedroom and threw myself face down onto the bed.  I was beyond angry with myself for acting like such a fool, and my head was beginning to spin, so my only option was to do as Genevieve said and sleep it off.

    A few hours later, I woke-up with a throbbing in my head and an ache in my heart.  To make it all worse, I could hear Genevieve crying across the hall.  I was immediately filled with guilt and remorse over the way I acted toward her.  I did exactly what I didn't want to do, and I had to find a way to make things right.

Genevieve

    For the first time ever, I woke-up feeling genuinely happy.  When I turned my head to see Atreyu peacefully sleeping, my smile instantly widened.

    He was such a handsome man with his full, kissable lips and those thick eyelashes that perfectly fanned out over his closed eyelids.  Strands of his soft hair had fallen in front of his face, but it just made him look even sexier to me.

    I couldn't stop myself from thinking about the way his lips felt when they caressed my skin.  I was actually looking forward to the next time I would get to feel his soft touches.

    However, I wanted to make sure I looked presentable when he saw me again.  Atreyu saw me at my worst.  Now, I yearned for him to see me at my best.

    With that thought in mind, I climbed off the bed and walked across the hall to my bedroom, where I took a quick bath.  Once I was clean and dried, I pulled on a pretty, yellow dress.  I wasn't sure if it would look okay with my red wings, but I put it on anyway, then I pulled on a pair of white high heels.

    I left most of my hair down with a strand from each side of my face pulled back and pinned to keep it in place.  While sitting at the vanity, I took the time to investigate the different bottles and containers.  There were several perfumes and lotions, cute hair clips, and an abundance of make-up in the vanity's drawers.

    Having never done my own make-up before, I wasn't sure where to start.  I settled on a gold eyeshadow with a light pink blush and lipstick.  

    After that, I sprayed the perfume that was a light purple color, and I was pleasantly surprised by the sweet fragrance that enveloped me.  It smelled just like lilacs, and it was almost heavenly.

    Unsure about what I should do next, I sat down on the edge of the bed.  I couldn't have been there for more than twenty seconds, when Atreyu suddenly barged in asking me ridiculous questions.  

    I was stunned, offended and hurt, all at the same time.  As soon as I got close to him, I could smell the familiar stench of alcohol.  That was one of the few things that would sometimes find it's way down to the underground, and I had never liked it.

    After I slapped Atreyu for acting like a fool and made him stumble out of my bedroom, I slammed the door in his face and yelled at him to sleep it off.  I was so angry that he could doubt my feelings about our time together in his bed.  

    I had never willingly let a man touch me or do the things to me that I let him do.  At that point, as far as I was concerned, he was my first and hopefully my last, but I wouldn't tolerate his belligerence.  He would act right, or I would leave and return to the underground where I came from.  

    In a fit of rage, I pulled the yellow dress off thinking that he didn't like it, since he didn't give me a single compliment on the way I looked.  After that, I pulled the white nightgown back on before I removed the heels from my feet and tossed them back into the closet.  

    What was the point in taking the time to make myself look nice for Atreyu, if he was going to ignore it?  Exactly!  There was no point in it!

    Feeling sad about the whole ordeal, I climbed under the blanket on my bed and started sobbing.  Once the tears started falling, there was no controlling them.  I lied there curled up in a ball and cried for hours.  

    I cried over the way I was abused at the Dark Mountain Kingdom.  I cried about the way I was treated like an outcast growing up in the underground.  I cried about Atreyu acting like an ass the morning after we mated for the first time.  I cried about never having a true friend to confide in.  I cried about never having real parents to show me what love should be like.  

    I was still uncontrollably sobbing when I heard a knock on the bedroom door.  Without thought, I yelled, "Leave me alone!"

    Instead of listening, whoever it was knocked harder and louder.  In a fit of total frustration, I angrily kicked the blanket off of me, then I climbed off the bed and stomped over to the door.

    After unlocking it, I threw the door open and glared at Atreyu, who was standing there with concern swirling in his beautiful, ice blue eyes.  I sassily put my hands on my hips and continued to glare, as I icily asked, "What do you want?"

    "I'm so sorry, angel!  Please forgive my foolish actions," he pleaded in an apologetic tone.

    "Why should I?  I let my guard down with you, then you turn around and act the way you did earlier!" I sobbed with tears streaming down my cheeks.

    "Please, angel!  I'll never act like that again!  I'm truly sorry," Atreyu begged as he pulled me into a warm embrace.

    After several minutes of me sobbing against his chest, and Atreyu using his palms to rub soothing circles on my back, I carelessly mumbled, "I should have known better than to believe that any man can be good.  Living in the Underground should have taught me that."

    "Don't say things like that, angel!  I vow to prove you wrong on this," he insisted with a chuckle that warmed my heart just a little.

    I sniffled a few times, then I tilted my head back and gazed up at his eyes.  Atreyu flashed an apologetic smile at me, then he lovingly murmured, "I will never doubt your feelings again.  You didn't deserve that."

    "You're damn right, I didn't deserve that.  If it happens again, I will be forced to punish you accordingly," I stated in all seriousness.

    Atreyu chuckled again, as he rubbed the cheek I had recently slapped, then he playfully responded, "I don't doubt that for a second.  Now tell me, what happened to that adorable dress you were wearing earlier?"

    I pouted my lips at him and mumbled, "I didn't think you liked it, so I took the dress off."

    "My sweet angel, you look gorgeous no matter what you're wearing," he adamantly insisted with a cute smile playing on his lips.

    I returned the smile and shyly remarked, "If you leave me be for a few minutes, I'll change back into the dress."

    "I would like that, then I can take you on a tour of our castle," Atreyu happily replied before pecking a kiss on my cheek.

    After that, he quickly returned to his bedroom.  Meanwhile, I didn't waste any time shutting my bedroom door, then I went into the closet and changed back into the yellow dress and white heels.

    I was feeling happy again, but there was still a little bit of doubt that lingered in the back of my mind.  There was too much uncertainty about the future, but one thing I knew for sure was that I already cared about Atreyu, and I wanted to see if he would be true to his word.