'Rule twenty two of book two. A submissive must be there for the dominant's ups and downs in whatever way he needs. The submissive is a pleasure toy. A being whose sole purpose centers around their dominant. Both sexually and emotionally.'

Melanie hung outside the door, feeling more like a guest rather than on occupant. She knew nothing of how her husband, her master and lord would be. Over a thousand deaths at his hands. While he had little choice in the matter, the weight of that decision still weighed heavily upon his soul. Melanie loved that about her master.

He was a caring man with a heart purer than gold. She wondered how his pure soul had survived in a ruling seat for so long. Never had she considered a ruler to be kind and devoted to their people. Only in stories of heros and legends.

Melanie clung to her knowledge of the rules. The books had been her guide, her trainer and instructor. She knew, only by their teachings on how to proceed. That alone gave her the courage to walk through the door. She walked into the room, the massive chamber that was the King of Vervania's personal bedroom. It still surprised her how huge the room was.

She had seen two bedroom apartments with less square footage. Melanie closed the door and eyed the large black bed where Lucian sat. Touching her collar she reached into their bonds feeling out his emotions. They were a jumble. Multiple emotions spiraled through him. A tornado of thoughts that plagued him.

Melanie did not have the experience to know how to decipher exactly what he was thinking about. However she knew he was distraught which was enough reason for the submissive inside of her to take over. Melanie did not know what to say to him or even know how to engage him verbally. The submissive understood that words were not the only means of communication.

In fact, there were times when words hindered communication. Walking over to him, she grabbed a small black pillow and fell onto her knees before him. Lucian stared down at his submissive servant. A beautiful creature. Unlike anything he had ever seen. Her blue eyes had started shifting to a brighter blue, somewhere between a sapphire, Lapis and amethyst.

Her dark black hair had begun to shift along with her eyes. Streaks of silvery white stood out against the black fibers. He could see that the transition was happening, slowly it was taking hold of Melanie. He was curious how the inner essence of her dragon would present itself. Every dragon was different. Reflecting the inside of the soul and transforming it into something far more grand.

Melanie searched his garnet eyes, and there she saw his dominance and passion. In his garnet gaze she saw her own reflection.

"Your lord requires your touch." He growled, voice barely above a whisper.

Melanie said nothing as she sat up and reached for his pants. Tucking her fingers into the lining, she pulled away the fabric. Her bright blue eyes, illuminated further by the essence of the transition taking place inside her, lit up as she stared upon his cock. Soft and thick, it hung between his legs.

Melanie slid between his thighs and licked his thick penis. Even soft, it was a monstrous thing. She loved it though. It was hers. It was her job to serve her master's cock. Every desire. Every erection. Every arousing thought he would ever have, it was her job as his personal slave to fulfill them. Melanie drank in his masculine aroma with every breath she took.

Opening her mouth she wrapped her lips around just the head of his pulsating phallus. Her thighs grew moist as her vagina began to open. Melanie slid her hands up his strong muscular thighs. With her right hand she cupped his testicles, slowly fondling them with a passionate embrace. With her left hand she started stroking his growing erection.

Lucian groaned as he leaned back on his elbows, enjoying the pleasures that his servant offered. Melanie tasted the first drop of precum as it fell upon her tongue. A bitter sweet flavor that only made her want more. Squeezing his testicles harder she started moving her mouth faster, taking more of his still growing erection.

At five inches long and still increasing, she took a deep breath and pushed herself. Lucian inhaled as his cock became engulfed by her throat. A warm, tight and wet sensation that he could not deny his enjoyment of. His hands moved before he even recognized that they were on her head.

Melanie wasn't afraid or even alarmed as his fingers tightened into her hair. 'Yes master. I am your fuck toy! Use me master. Please!' She screamed her thoughts to him.

Lucian tingled with excitement feeling her willingness to be used through their bond. Any reservations he had at that moment vanished. Taking her head into his hands, he tightened his grip and pushed. Melanie moaned with absolute satisfaction at the feel of her throat being filled.

Lucian breathed out heavily as he pulled her away and groaned when he pushed her back. Melanie stared up at her master, face growing red and tears rimming her eyelids. It didn't matter though. She could feel her master's pleasure as though it were her own and that allowed her to continue.

Despite the fact that his erection had reached its fullest state and was gaping her throat, she couldn't deny her lord. She didn't want to. Not ever. Lucian pulled his cock free from her throat and mouth and then held it just above her pursed lips. Strands of thick precum hung from the tip of his erection, connected to her lips.

Melanie drew in deep breaths but never did she close her mouth. She wanted to be open and ready for her master at all times. Before she could even make a sound, her lord had picked her up and tossed her onto the bed. His smooth hands slid up her legs pushing away the deep rose colored dress.

Where his fingers had been, the sensation of warm and sensual lips took their place. Lucian pried open her thighs and kissed his way up one leg, across her pelvis and then down the other.

"Thank you my lord." Melanie whined.

Lucian licked his way up her thighs and as soon as his tongue slid between her moist labia, she gasped. The feel of his touch upon her vagina started a fire between her thighs. Far deeper than any place his tongue might go. Lucian licked up her slit, separating her labia and gently flicking her pink bulb.

Melanie's head fell back as his tongue slid across her sensitive clitoris. Her whines turned to moans when she felt his fingers slide into her pussy.

"Oh God. Oh yes...right there my lord!"

Lucian curled his fingers along the underside of her clitoris, applying pressure from within as he circled his tongue on the outside. The combination of sensations was too much for her.

"Fuck. Master! It's coming!" She shouted, eyes wide and when she looked up, her eyes went even wider.

Lucian's tan skin had darkened over into black. His garnet eyes blazed with sexual hunger. Melanie would have been frightened had she not felt the passionate bonds between them. Her head fell back as his lips tightly curled around her clitoris raising her climax to the edge.

"Master! Please? May I cum?" She shouted.

His response came out more growls than actual words but she took it for what it was and let loose. The orgasm exploded through her in a rush of intense pleasure.

"Oh God! Thank you!" She screamed.

Lucian, caught up in the pleasure that he was experiencing through their bonds did not take notice of his shift. His body grew to seven feet tall. His skin hardened over though his scales had not come out yet. Melanie, in her post orgasmic state was unprepared as Lucian stood up and strode forward. His massive ebony sword pressed against her vaginal opening.

He growled with the pleasure of her wet tightness as his cock slid in. Melanie's eyes flew wide and she gasped in shock as her pussy was filled.

"Oh fuck! You're-" her words fell away as he began pounding his erection inside of her.

With effortless thrusts he struck her high and soft cervix. The bulbous tip of his cock flattened her cervix out like dough beneath a rolling pin. Melanie could not contain her moans of intense pain and pleasure. His massive phallus filled her pussy in a way that nothing, absolutely nothing ever had. She was stretched and filled to the max.