“If you’ll turn your attention to the screen, you’ll find a message from one of your Guild members,” Portia instructed and I sat back in my seat, smiling as I waited to see what one of my Dragons had to say about me. Perhaps he would speak of the gleam of my scales, or the strength of my roar. Or maybe it was the power of my Dragon fire he would focus on.
Dante Oscura’s face appeared on the screen and I stiffened in my seat, my hands tightening to fists as I stared at the rebel who had deserted me.
“Portia,” I spat, but Dante’s voice echoed through the room, drowning me out and making sure his words were heard by all.
“Buona serata Solaria, I want to send my regards to the false king. A long time ago he bound me to his Guild and made me his little cagna. I’ve always made sure to have dirt on my enemies, and now that I’ve turned my back on him and he no longer holds sway over me, it’s time to air Lionel Asscrux’s dirty laundry. Long live the true queens.” A video started playing of me fucking a woman, bending her over as I grunted and pushed her down on a bed, and fear snaked up my spine and left me helpless as I stared in horrified realisation of what this video was. It was a fucking set up. Years ago, that motherfucking Dragon had tried to fight back against me, and this was what he’d come up with to try and buy back his freedom. For so long, I had had enough sway with him to keep this under wraps, but he no longer had reason not to release this video he had recorded of me. And now I could do nothing to stop it.
I rose from my seat, waving my arms as I stood in front of the screen to try and end this madness.
“Enough! Draw the curtains – the interview is over!” I yelled, but no one listened, even my FIB agents were slow to act as they moved down the aisles, glancing between one another.
“End this show – stop this immediately.” I swung towards Portia, pointing a finger at her, wishing I could use my magic to incinerate her here on this spot, but the anti-magic spells in place prevented me from doing so. “ARREST HER!” I shouted and the agents started moving a little faster, but not nearly fast enough for my liking. They were the only ones in here capable of moving against her right now, with their weapons strapped to their hips, they could take her down in an instant.
A horsey neigh filled the air and the crowd gasped in reaction to the video and I turned, not wanting to look but for some reason I did as I found that moment replaying before my eyes once more. The girl shifted just as I came inside her and slapped her ass, turning into a star damned fucking glittery Pegasus. The entire world was watching this, seeing me fuck her in her horse’s ass and groan my release throatily before I realised what had happened, as if I had wanted to fuck her in her Order form like it was some fetish I held.
I started screaming and thrashing in the video, trying to get away from her before the whole thing started playing again. It had been a complete set up, and now I was set up again by that asshole of a Dragon who I should have had put in the ground the first day I’d met him.
I rounded on Portia as she got up, my hand locking around her shoulders as she backed away, a look of flight in her eyes.
“You’ll pay for this,” I hissed as the crowd laughed louder and suddenly a chant sounded from the balcony above me led by Hadley Altair, Athena Capella and her brother Greyson beside her. “Lame Lionel, Lame Lionel, Lame Lionel!”
The crowd picked it up and I lost my grip on Portia as she darted away.
“STOP!” I commanded in a roar, rage pounding through my chest as those words echoed everywhere around me. “I am your king! You will respect your king!”
Portia was almost off the stage and I pointed at Francesca Sky who was nearest to her.
“Get hold of her!” I ordered, but Francesca was slow to react, focusing her attention on holding the crowd back instead, making me spit a curse as Portia made it to the edge of the stage.
A swarm of FIB agents appeared beyond her, corralling her back towards me and I clenched my teeth and bared them at her, excited by the coming pain I was going to inflict on this turncoat woman when I got her in a holding cell somewhere out of sight. Somewhere she would never, ever return from.
A roaring, crashing noise filled the air as a dagger of lightning exploded through the wall to my right, followed by the almighty bellow of thunder and the Storm Dragon himself appeared, forcing his giant, navy body through the hole in the side of the building.
The FIB aimed guns at him on my command and a blast of electricity tore from their tasers, slamming into his chest, only making him roar a laugh as his storm powers absorbed every bit of it without damage.