Dragon King's Harem Chapter 522. A Dead Man
Dragon King's Harem Chapter 522. A Dead Man
“I’m here,” I grunted, sweat dripping down my back as I pushed faster, harder. “I’ve got you.”
The couch creaked. The pillows hit the floor. The documents behind us slid off the desk one by one like they knew they’d lost this battle for attention.
Her thighs clenched around me as another orgasm overtook her. She cried out, shaking, and I didn’t stop. I chased it. Rode it. Let her high feed mine until the pressure inside me broke wide open.
I bit her shoulder as I came, hard, holding her to me as if the world outside this room didn’t exist.
Only her.
Only us.
The system chimed, but I would check it later.
We stayed like that for a while. Breathing hard. Sweat cooling. My hand on her belly, my lips brushing her cheek. Her fingers tangled in my hair.
And then she whispered, voice weak and dazed, “You really were stressed.”
I chuckled against her neck.
“Still am,” I said. “Might need a few more breaks.”
“Right here?” she groaned.
“Right here.”
“…You’re the worst king.”
“And yet, you married me. No… You have waited for me for years…”
“Unfortunately.”
I smirked. “Say that again after round two.”
She groaned and tried to shove me off. I didn’t budge.
“Argod—my legs are jelly—” she gasped.
“Exactly. That means I did a good job.” I kissed her neck again, slow and possessive, then rolled my hips just a little, enough to make her moan again. “You’re so warm, Eve. So sweet. I’m not done.”
“Y-you are such a dragon,” she mumbled, cheeks bright red as she tried to hide her smile behind her arm.
“Guilty,” I whispered, trailing kisses down her collarbone again, licking the faint sweat that glistened on her chest. Her heartbeat was still quick, still fluttering like a snared bird under my tongue. I moved down slowly, kissing over her stomach, nuzzling her hips.
“I’ll be gentle this time,” I lied.
“No, you won’t,” she said, breathless. “You say that every time—”
Before I could prove her right, a sudden flicker of blue-gold light pierced the air.
My instincts kicked in. One arm snapped out to shield Evelina, the other held my posture steady as the air shimmered, and a small creature broke through the warded space like it didn’t care about security.
A dragon.
Tiny. No more than the size of my fist. Made entirely of shifting, living mana. Its wings flared with mana script, its eyes glowing orbs of encoded message. Its body sparkled with urgency.
It flew right past the curtains, past the locked door, past the couch where we lay tangled.
It knew where to find me.
I extended my palm with a sigh. The little construct hovered once, flapping like a hummingbird from heaven’s archive, then landed.
The second it touched my skin, it shattered into golden mist.
And the message poured into my mind.
Mental. Direct. No words, but intent and emotion wrapped in the shape of memory and vision.
The Nymph Queen had made her move.
The poison was ready.
The dwarf king’s wine would be laced with it during the upcoming feast.
The servants had been replaced. The queen’s assassins were already within the inner court.
I sat still. My hand clenched into a fist.
Evelina must have sensed the shift in my body. “Argod…?”
I said nothing for a beat. Just let the images settle in my mind, my thoughts rearranging themselves like blade pieces into a war map.
“I see…” I muttered finally. “So they’ve moved.”
Then, before Evelina could even ask, another ripple cut through the room.
Another dragon. This one red as dying embers. It pierced the wards like the last.
It didn’t flap or hum. It dove straight into my chest like a comet, and the moment it did, pain bloomed behind my eyes.
Not because it hurt.
Because of what it showed me.
A dead man.
A dwarven brooch still clenched in one hand.
Killed in court. Execution by axe.
Sela’s childhood friend.
He’d warned the king. He’d suspected the coming betrayal. The court mocked him. The king silenced him.
Then came the whispers of the Nymph Queen.
Of her daughter.
Of a union.
Not peace.
No.
It was seduction.
Conquest through marriage.
She offered her daughter’s hand. Her power. Her forests. In exchange for dwarven stone.
It was classic. Old politics. But the cost was blood.
That was enough to kill every trace of heat inside me.
The breath I released wasn’t a sigh.
It was smoke.
Real smoke.
Evelina reached for my face. “What is it?”
I looked at her, but not really. My mind was already elsewhere. On a throne of stone. A battlefield covered in iron and root. On a woman I knew wouldn’t cry. Wouldn’t scream.
But would burn.
And right now… she had no idea yet.
“Sela’s friend,” I said, voice hoarse. “He’s dead.”
Evelina blinked, startled. “The one she grew up with…?”
I nodded.
“The king accused him of paranoia. Called him a traitor for speaking out against the Nymph Queen’s gifts.” My tone dropped lower. “And now the dwarf court has begun preparations for the new alliance. The king wants to take her daughter as wife.”
Her mouth parted, horror rising.
And me?
I stood up.
Naked. Still marked by the passion of earlier. Still tasting her on my lips. Still hot in the blood, but all of it was fading. Drowned by a deeper kind of heat.
A dragon’s wrath.
I stepped over my discarded coat and trousers, walking toward the window.
Draconis shone bright outside. Mana towers glittering like sunlit fangs. Wyverns soared in lazy arcs. Somewhere, a bard’s melody drifted from the square. It was a peaceful day.
It wouldn’t last.
I opened the window.
The wind kissed my bare chest.
I didn’t move.
Behind me, Evelina slowly sat up, pulling the clothes to her chest. She watched me. Said nothing at first. But I knew her eyes. The concern in them.
“I should go to her,” I said. “Before she hears it from someone else.”
“Please be gentle to her,” Evelina added gently.