Chapter Thirteen (Dragan)

"You dare reject your mother."

We are both standing there. She charges at me and repeatedly slaps me across my face.

"Love me dammit."

Tears pour from her face. These were not tears of sadness but of someone who lost their mind. Samara grabs the dagger off the bed and manages to slash a small cut across my chest. I felt nothing.

"Dragan, honey I did not mean for that to happen. Forgive me." She drops the dagger on the floor. She wraps her arms around my neck once more. I do not know what to do so I brush my hand through her hair. She looks up at me and kisses me on my lips. I know what she wants. She wants me to fuck her. My own mother wants me to fuck her.

"Do you love your mother Dragan?"

"Yes." I lied. I loved what used to be my mother, not this thing that stands before me.

"Let your mother make you feel better. Let me show how sorry I am for hurting you." She is telling me this while undoing my pants. "Just close your eyes and relax."

I watched as I entered my uncircumcised dick in her mouth. Slowly devouring inch by inch. I have never felt this way before. So much pleasure. So much excitement coursing through my body. My breathing accelerated as she began to go faster. I felt like I wanted to explode but she removed my cock from her mouth just before I reached my climax. She stood up with a smile on her face as laid me onto the bed. She climbed on top of me an slowly slid my dick into after pulling up her gown. Slowly riding me back and forth.

"Dragan you feel so good."

I grabbed her hips. I need more. I wanted more. I wanted her to suffer. I want her to feel pain. I moved her off of me and pinned her to the bed. I wanted her ass. I rammed my dick as far as I could in her ass. I felt the skin in her asshole tore. Quickly wrapping my hands around her mouth before she could let out a scream. Satisfaction overtook me when I saw the pain I was putting her through. Thrusting as hard and fast as I could. I need this bitch to feel what she did to me. The pain. The torment. I needed her to feel it all. Hatred and anger fueled me as I was fucking her. Her pussy juices were overflowing. I felt her biting down hard on my hand. I pulled my dick out her ass which was tinged with blood. This time I shoved my dick in her pussy. Fucking her hard. I felt the tears run down from her face. She tries to push my hand away that was pinning her down. I was too strong for her.

"Is this what the hell you want?" My body stiffened as I exploded my cum into her pussy. I moved her to the side as I lay on the bed. It did not bother me when I watched her body slide down to the floor. Her body looks so lifeless. If it wasn't for her heavy breathing I would have thought the bitch was dead. Once she got herself together, she got up from the floor and kissed me on the lips.

"My beautiful son. You have become a fine man. We shall do this again."

She exits my room and the only thing that is going through my head as I lay in bed is that I need more. This little fuck fest that we were having became something of the norm to us. Every night she would come to my room and I would have my way with her, then she would retire back to her quarters. The servants had their doubts about us but would not dare question us about it. One beautiful day when the flowers began to bloom, my father's friend came to visit the castle once more.

"Eli what brings you here today?" y mother asked.

All three of us sat in the dining area for breakfast.

"Well my queen, as you know our majesty has come of age and is now to marry."

My mother almost dropped her fork when he spoke those words. It was nothing she could do about this. It was the way of my kingdom. I had to marry.

"Eli do you not think he is still too young?"

"With all due to respect my queen. Dragan is a fine grown man. Strong and smart. He has led our army fiercely out of three horrific battles that I myself thought we would surely lose. I think he is more than ready. Also what man would not want to bed a woman. It's time that this man removes his purity." I almost chuckled when Eli mentioned me being pure. My mother stripped that away from me. Everything about me was corrupted. Eli looked confused when my mother crushed her glass with her bare hand. The room went silent, everyone was looking at my mother. Even the servants were startled.

"Please, Eli forgive me. I have grown quite ill. I think I will retire back to my room." My mother quickly got up and left. If I am not mistaken I sensed a tinge of jealousy.

"Dragan is your mother seeming a little odd?"

"Eli please do not pay her any mind. I think it's the fear of her only son not being a little boy anymore. You know how mothers are" I found all of this quite amusing. I and Eli spoke some more. He told me stories of my father and their time together as kids. Their lives seemed so simple, not like mines at all. I had one of my servants accompanied Eli to a spare room to retire for the evening. The next day in the afternoon, three beautiful women came to the castle. I examined their figures and spoke with them.

"My son if you do not find any to your liking that is understanding. These girls can go back home."

"No, I have chosen." I pointed the girl standing in the middle of the other two. She was very frail. Long beautiful blonde hair and the most mesmerizing emerald green eyes. The look on my mother's face was indeed priceless. Her wide eyes and flared nostrils almost caused me to burst into laughter. She immediately hurried out of the room. Eli looked at me and then went after my mother.