I hated to admit it, but food helped.
It didn't mean it felt okay in any way! I felt like a burrito-wrapped mental patient being force-fed, especially at first. Shaking my head from side to side, avoiding the spoon flying towards me like he was trying to feed me like a stubborn toddler. The only thing missing was him making motor sounds. The food soiled my face, chin, and cheek. But he didn't give up, and just as I was about to ask him to stop this nonsense, he used the opportunity to show that spoon inside of my mouth.
After the first two spoons, I gave up, and frankly, I was starving, and the food was delicious. This stew was filled with meat, as most things I've eaten, but this had spices, onion, and salt! Oh god, how much I've missed salt! And to top it off, Drifta didn't really help. She purred inside my head with each bite. So I stopped struggling and accepted the strange feeding scenario. I mean, how many can say they were hand fed by the Dragon King?
Drifta laughed, and I laughed with her. Only to look into big green eyes and rosed brows. Slowly his questioning face turned to a smile, and he put the plate away. Lifted the glass to my mouth and let me drink.
"See! Do you feel less femaleish now? "
He beamed, and I started to realize he didn't try to be funny. He really thought that was a thing. Well, to be fair, hangry was a thing.
"Yes, sure. Can you let me out now?"
"Let you out? Where?"
"From this blanket!"
"Oh, are you stuck? Like, really, in a duvet? "
My lips tightened, and I only mumbled yes. The way he said it made it sound so stupid, and now my cheeks are burning with even more embarrassment. But I didn't have it in me to give him a snarky response or even try to hide it. Food and water made me feel better, but I still felt bare, almost naked, somehow, like he's seen parts of me he never was supposed to. Slumping back against the headboard, I did everything in my power not to look at him.
He didn't lift a finger to unwrap me or help me loos, and I didn't check to see if he was still smiling.
"Am I a prisoner?"
It came out almost a whisper, and even Drifta perked up to hear the answer. It didn't really matter what the answer was because I felt like one. His movement was so sudden that I had no time to prepare, and it felt like I had flown for a second. Right up in the air and spun 180 degrees around, landing flat on my stomach with a groan.
" Didn't realize you were that stuck! "
The freaking man had grabbed the end of the covers around me and flung it while pulling it off me in one freaking movement. My head still struggled to follow the motions my body just did; quickly, I lifted myself up and scowled at him. But he didn't notice; he had already left the bed and walked up to the door humming to himself, cheerful and light, while almost skipping out of the room.
That reminded me of that humming sound thing he did earlier, that almost growl-like sound from inside his chest. I really wanted to ask him about it, but I didn't know if I could or should. It doesn't seem like he has any intention of answering my questions anyways. Walking away, humming in satisfaction as I had never asked a question in the first place.
It was a magical feeling, actually, looking out the window and seeing clouds everywhere. It felt like looking straight into a fairytale; the white clouds look so clean and soft. The once so blue and clear sky now looked like a warm painting: yellow, orange, deep purple, and several shades of blue. I wanted to feel the breeze on my face, run and jump on the soft surface. I could even picture Drifta jumping and rolling around, tossing up this white cotton candy in the air.
A knock on the door forced me out of my daydreaming, and remembering where I was, my mood dropped a little. Fully expecting to see the king himself walk in, I started imagining what kind of mood he was in today-skipping and humming, or grumpy and cold? Far as I know, it is the only expression he seems to have.
"Don't be so mean."
Drifta huffed,
"Are you for real? You do know we har his prisoner or something here, right?"
Not even bothering to answer me, she rolled her eyes and curled up in my mind, dreaming about clouds and cotton candy. Only to annoy me, I can imagine, and to clarify, she grinned widely without opening her eyes.
But it wasn't him-a tall man with bright red hair and what looked like a warrior or old guard attire. I bit my lip not to smile; he reminded me of an old fashion knight. He practically barged in the door, bowed awkwardly, and straightened up, holding the door. He just stood there with an emotionless face, and I, in return, just stood there with raised browns, wondering what he wanted.
He just stood there, but nobody came in the door he held open. After an awkward couple of minutes, I decided to walk - slide sideways to the bathroom, keeping my eyes on him and the door. Still expecting someone to walk in, the grumpy king. My lips tightened to a thin line, and I rushed into the bathroom, shutting the door behind me and muttering to myself.
" Yeah, right! Not even I believe that, and I'm in your head!"
Drifta laughed,
"I have no idea what you're talking about! I'm Just here to wash my face!"
"Sure, the reason you slammed the door behind you is so the toilet Troll won't escape!"
" So what? It's not that strange! He is the only one I've met here besides that door guard, man."
I scoffed in response, irritated by all of this.
" Yeah, but he is gorgeous !"
"Drifta!"
"What? Bad guy or not! I would lick him from head to toe!"
She purred in my head.
It sounded like a big cat, only something about it made me just know how dirty it was meant. It tickled under my skin, and I could no longer hold my laughter back, only to gasp in surprise shortly after.
Image after image rushed through my mind, one more inappropriate than the other. All of them revolved around the king himself and me. Naked, flustered, and in positions impossible to misunderstand.
"Drifta!? How, what.. How?"
I stuttered, incredibly distracted by whatever magic she was conjuring in my head.
"Pft! No magic here, girl! My imagination is flawless! Ooh! Just watch this one!"
The heat that pulsated up between my thighs was impossible to fight as the image switched angles, and I looked down at myself. The king slowly kissed his way up between my thighs and, with hooded eyes, kept eye contact. I could feel my own heartbeat throbbing in my fingertips, hear myself heave for air as I watched his tongue slowly slide up between my folds.
The door opened behind me, and just like that, the scene vanished, but the feeling did not!
Drifta laughed in my head so loud it felt like the sound echoed out of my ears.
To hands grabbed my shoulders and spun me around, and all I wanted to do was melt on the floor and disappear like a liquid in between the tiles. Out of nowhere, the king was right there, his hand still on my shoulder, one on my forehead, and studied me with a worried face.
"Are you sick? Fever?"
He kept trying to look me in my eyes, and I tried staring everywhere else. Stuttering uncomfortably,
"No. I'm fine. No."
"But you're so hot! "
His hand continued to feel my cheek tremble and back to my forehead while he spoke,
"Your eyes look heavy, almost glassy. Your cheeks are warm and red, and your skin is clammy! "
The heat rose with each word he spoke; the only difference was that it was now burning with embarrassment. I felt busted and outed; oh god, I'm going to get you back for this Drifta!
"I'm fine! No fever, I feel fine!"
Still I could not force myself to meet his stare, but as his hands kept brushing over my shin, checking my temperature, the flustering heat only increased, and I began feeling desperate to get him away from me. Desperate to bury my head in the pillow and die a little bit!
He grabbed my chin and lifted my head up, and to my horror, he keened down and began to smell me. Smell around me,
"Are you in heat?"
Mortified, I pushed him back with little to no effect.
"Wha..I ... NO! Go out!"
"Are you sure?"
He followed up the question with a deep sniff, filling up his lungs with the air and scent around me through his nose. And now I'm sure my skin is about to boil on my face, so flustered I can feel sweat forming on my back.
"Yes! Go out!"
My voice broke and trembled, obviously something he didn't take as a good sign.
"But I can smell your arousal?"
My eyes widened, and my jaw almost hit the floor.