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Dragon King's Harem Chapter 416. Not Selfless Hero
🕑 Added 2025-01-02 18:16:25 +0000 UTCDragon King's Harem Chapter 416. Not Selfless Hero
I opened my mouth to speak, but she pressed a finger to my lips, silencing me. “You did it because you wanted to protect me,” she continued, her voice soft but unwavering. “Just like you protected Sela. Like you protected Evelina from the orc king. And Glasha… I understand why you took her, even if she doesn’t. You wanted to end the war between the tribes. But now, you’re the one who has to bear the blame. You’re the one who has to suffer because she sees it as you taking her freedom.”
Her words hung heavy, and I let out a bitter laugh, shaking my head. “So, what? You’re justifying what I did to Glasha now? You’re making it sound like I’m some selfless hero.”
She shrugged, her smirk returning, though it was softer now. “Sounds bad, doesn’t it? But let’s be real, Argod—royal life isn’t for common people. It’s messy, and it’s full of compromises that no one wants to make but everyone has to.”
I studied her for a moment, trying to gauge the sincerity in her words. “You make it sound so simple.”
“It’s not simple,” she said, her voice firm. “It’s anything but. But you’ve done what you had to do, and I respect that. More than that—I get it.”
For a moment, neither of us spoke, the silence between us filled only by the sound of our breathing. Finally, I let out a soft sigh, leaning back slightly. “You’re too understanding for your own good, you know that?”
She laughed, the sound light but genuine. “And you’re too hard on yourself. You think I don’t see it? The way you carry everything like it’s your sole responsibility to fix the world? You’re a king, Argod, but you’re also just a man. You’re allowed to want things for yourself.”
I raised an eyebrow, my lips curving into a faint smirk. “Is that what this is about? You want me to admit I want this?”
She leaned in, her lips brushing against my ear as she whispered, “I think you already have.”
I couldn’t argue with that. Instead, I kissed her again, my hands finding her waist as I pulled her closer. She responded eagerly, her hands moving to trace the lines of my back, her touch both tender and electric. It felt like she was trying to memorize every inch of me, like she didn’t want to miss a single detail. I let myself get lost in her for a moment, my grip tightening on her waist as the kiss deepened.
Then, suddenly, she broke the kiss and pushed against my chest. It wasn’t a rough shove, but it had enough force to surprise me. Before I could process what was happening, she leaned in close, her lips brushing against my ear as she whispered, “That’s why, my king…”
She flipped me with an unexpected burst of strength, her movements fluid and confident. I found myself flat on my back, her hands pressing me into the mattress. She moved with a grace that was both alluring and commanding, and when she straddled me, there was a fire in her eyes I hadn’t seen before.
“I want to do something different for you,” she said, her tone playful but edged with determination. Her hands rested lightly on my chest as she leaned forward, her hair cascading around her like a silvery curtain. “Besides… I’ll take this as a rare opportunity.”
I raised an eyebrow, my smirk tugging at the corners of my lips. “Rare opportunity?”
“To ride a dragon,” she said simply, her voice dipping into a sultry purr. “I’ve never done it before. Well, a Dragon King, to be exact. This will be… interesting.”
A laugh escaped me, low and amused. “Interesting, huh? You’re getting bold, Marissa.”
Her lips curved into a mischievous smile, and she tilted her head slightly. “Isn’t that what you like about me?”
“Maybe,” I admitted, my smirk widening. “Fine. You have my permission. Just make me feel good.” My eyes glinted with challenge as I added, “Or I’ll take over.”
Her laughter was soft, almost musical. “Oh, I’m counting on it,” she said, her voice brimming with confidence. “But for now, my king, just lie back and enjoy.”
Her hands began to explore again, tracing the lines of my chest and shoulders, her touch deliberate and lingering. She leaned forward, her lips brushing against the curve of my neck before trailing down, leaving a line of heat in their wake. The sensation was maddening, a slow build that had me gripping the sheets beneath me.
“You’re not used to this, are you?” she teased, her breath cool against my skin. “Letting someone else take the lead?”
“Not particularly,” I admitted, my voice rougher than I intended. “But I’m willing to let you try.”
Her laugh was low and full of promise. “Good. Because I intend to make this memorable.”
She shifted her hips slightly, her movements deliberate, testing the boundaries of her control. Her hands moved to the tip of my cock, her fingers tracing the veins with a featherlight touch that sent shivers down my spine. The sensation was enough to make my breath hitch, and she noticed immediately, her smirk widening.
“You are also sensitive here, aren’t you?” she murmured, her tone dripping with satisfaction. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
“You’re playing with fire,” I warned, though there was no real heat in my words. The truth was, I was enjoying the game more than I cared to admit.
“Maybe,” she said, her voice a soft purr. “But isn’t that what makes it fun?”
Her lips found mine again, the kiss deeper this time, her tongue teasing against mine in a way that left me breathless. She wasn’t rushing—everything she did was slow, deliberate, as if she wanted to savor every moment, every reaction. And damn it, I couldn’t help but respond to her. My hands moved to her hips, my fingers digging into her skin as I tried to ground myself against the overwhelming sensations.
“You’re enjoying this,” she whispered against my lips, her tone laced with amusement.
“Maybe,” I said, my voice rough. “But don’t get cocky.”
She laughed, the sound low and full of confidence. “Too late.”
