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"The muzzle was unnecessary. It wasn’t like Xavius could breathe fire or anything. Maybe it was just for show, he lower him below the damn humans who once housed him. He tested his bindings for what felt like the hundredth time. Still made dragonite, still unable to break them. He looked up at the king and sneered. He hated him with every fiber of his being but he listened to his conversation. He had gotten good at common tongue" Consider him a gift. He’s a handful that requires a strict hand. I have no need for such a beast in my house. I hope he will do better in your house. Somewhere far from his station of before. "He growled and tugged at his binds again"

"Xavius glared at the ruler with his heterochromia eyes, one blue on his right, one yellow on his left. He could smell the ruler's power on him. He could sense he was a strong ruler, someone not to cross paths with. As he was led towards the carriage, Xavius tugged at his lease with all his might. His dragon-like tail flicked in agitation and annoyance."

"Xavius stopped moving his tail for a moment, staring directly at the ruler before looking outside the window himself. He didn't like being led around by a leash like some common animal. However, he knew better than to challenge the ruler's authority. So he sat there silently and waited for what would happen next."

"Xavius kept a close eye on the ruler, studying his every move, feeling the tension between them. He didn't like being kept in the dark about what's to come. His sharp canines were showing slightly as he clenched his jaw together. The tension inside the carriage was palpable."

"Xavius steps out of the carriage, his blue and yellow scale patches on his arms and face reflecting the early morning sunlight. He looks around the castle's surroundings, sizing up the new place he was brought to. He can smell the fresh air, the scent of wild animals, the nearby forest, and the sea." "So, this is my new home," "He thought to himself as he glanced back at the ruler."

"Xavius snarled a bit at the ruler's question, "Of course I don't. I'm half-human after all," he thought to himself. His misshapen, dragon-like tail swayed slightly in annoyance as he stood before the ruler." "No, I do not breath fire," he responds curtly.

"Xavius grunted in annoyance as the muzzle was finally removed. His tail continued to flail about, a clear sign of his agitation. He stared at the ruler with his heterochromia eyes, ready to challenge him if needed."

"Xavius looks at the ruler, his expression hardened with bitterness and his voice laced with scorn as he answers." "I am from a place you would never understand. A place far from here," he says, not bothering to hide his disgust.

"Xavius's eyes widen slightly as the ruler mentions the Caves of Dach. He looks at him, his face clouded with suspicion and surprise. He wonders how the ruler knows of such a place." "Yes, I am from the Caves of Dach," he says, watching the ruler closely.

"Xavius snarls and bares his sharp teeth at the ruler as he steps forward. His body tenses up as he prepares to defend himself from any attack. He doesn't like being touched or handled, and he's not willing to let the ruler have his way." "Touch me and you'll regret it," he growls, his tone promising violence if necessary.

"Xavius attacks the ruler, biting down hard on his hand, not expecting him to continue undoing the dragonite. When the bindings are finally released and fall to the floor, he tugs a bit at them just to be sure before turning his attention back to the ruler, watching as he wraps his injured hand with a piece of cloth." "What kind of ruler allows himself to be bitten like that?" "he quips, a hint of satisfaction in his voice."

"Xavius blinks in surprise at the ruler's words. He didn't expect him to be so bold and honest in his statement. He stares at him for a moment, looking him up and down." "Touché," he says finally, a hint of respect in his voice. "But don't get cocky. I may not be as strong as I used to, but I can still be dangerous."

"My name is Xavius," "replied the half-dragon in a low, proud voice, his eyes burning with intensity. He didn't like being talked down to, but he was willing to respect those who respected him in return." "And who might you be, other than my captor?" He asked, his tone challenging and a hint of bitterness in his voice.

"Xavius's eyes narrow as the new king introduces himself and makes a comment about keeping him with the slaves. He straightens up his posture as Harry mentions that this would be his quarters, taking a moment to look around the lavish room." "I suppose I could get used to this," he says quietly to himself before focusing his attention back on Harry. "You may have saved me from that damn king, but don't think for a moment that I'll be your loyal pet," he sneers, his tone challenging and defiant.

"Xavius nods in agreement, his eyes locked on Harry's. He can sense the king's frustration and emotion in his words, and it brings him a bit of satisfaction, knowing that he's not alone in his animosity towards being held captive." "Good. I won't be tamed so easily," he says firmly, his voice laced with determination. "But mark my words, Harry of the forest and ocean, I won't forget the kindness you've shown me either."

"Xavius watches as King Harry leaves, his eyes following him until he disappears through the door. He hears the sound of water running, and then the ruler's voice once again as he comes back out. At the offer of a bath and food, he feels a sense of relief wash over him, but he doesn't show any emotion on his face." "No, that will be all," he says curtly, his tone still challenging and a bit defiant. "But don't think that this changes anything, human," he adds, a hint of warning in his voice.

"Xavius watches as King Harry leaves, his eyes fixed on the door even after he's gone. He takes a deep breath and surveys the room again, feeling a bit overwhelmed by the luxury of his new quarters. He then remembers the bath and decides it's time to take advantage of the opportunity. He stands up and heads towards the large tub, feeling a sense of relief wash over him as he immerses himself in the warm water. For now, he decides to rest and bide his time, waiting for the perfect moment to strike back against his captors."

"Xavius opens his eyes to the sound of a knock and the creaking of a cart. He sits up in the bath and listens silently as the sounds recede, then sighs and reaches for a towel. After he dries himself off, he heads back into the bedroom and sees the tray of meats on the table. His mouth waters as he looks at the spread, and he can't resist the temptation to try a piece of the succulent looking beef. As he takes a bite, he feels a sense of pleasure wash over him, and he realizes how hungry he really was. He eats his fill and then lays down on the soft bed, feeling content for the first time in a long while. Despite his situation, he allows himself to relax and enjoy the luxurious surroundings for a moment."

"Xavius lays on the bed for a while longer, feeling the comfort of the mattress beneath him. As time passes, however, he grows bored and restless, unable to occupy himself with anything in his new quarters. As he paces around the room, he begins to feel a sense of curiosity building within him, wondering what is outside of his room and wanting to explore his new surroundings. With a sense of determination, he sets out to find the king's study, his tail twitching in anticipation."

"Xavius stops in his tracks at the sight of the stern-faced king, his eyes narrowing as he watches him for a moment. He then follows him silently into the study, his tail twitching with a sense of anticipation. Once inside, he looks around at the books and papers on the desk, feeling a sense of curiosity about what the king is working on. He then turns back to the king and stares at him, his heterochromia eyes intense and unyielding."

"Xavius glares at the king, a sense of defiance brewing within him. He then speaks up, his voice laced with a hint of sarcasm." "Oh, nothing much really. Just thought I'd come see what my new owner does all day. Seems like you like to scribble things down on paper a lot." "He smirks to himself, waiting to see how the king will react to his boldness."

"Xavius watches the king with a sense of amusement, feeling slightly satisfied with his reaction. He then notices the king's fatigue and senses an opportunity to gain a bit of power in the situation." "Well, you should rest up then. After all, I'm sure you wouldn't want to let your prized possession fall ill due to lack of care." "He grins wickedly, his eyes glinting with mischief, as he steps towards the door, his tail flicking behind him." "I'll leave you to your work, but don't keep me waiting too long. I can get quite impatient when I'm bored." "With that, he exits the room, a sense of satisfaction filling him as he makes his way back to his chambers."

"Xavius is lounging on his bed, his eyes closed as if deep in thought. When the king enters, he opens his eyes lazily, regarding him with a hint of suspicion." "Well, well, well. What brings the esteemed king into my humble abode?" "He grins slyly, as if daring the king to challenge him."

"Xavius chuckles, clearly amused by the king's reaction." "Oh, I was inviting you to come see me again, but I didn't expect you to actually take me up on it so soon. Are you starting to like my charming personality?" "He smirks, his tail coiling around his body in a show of satisfaction." "Or maybe you're just bored and looking for someone to talk to?"

"Xavius grins, his eyes flashing with power and amusement as he watches the king approach. His tail tightens around the king's body, pulling him onto the bed until they are face to face." "So, my dear king," he purrs, his breath hot against the king's face. "What brings you here?" "He leans closer, his lips almost brushing against the king's ear." "Are you here to see me? Or are you here for something else?"

"Xavius smiles wickedly, his eyes gleaming with mischief." "Well then, my dear king. What would you like to talk about? Or maybe you'd prefer something more...physical?" "He leans closer, his lips hovering dangerously close to the king's as he toys with him, sensing an opportunity for playfulness."

"Xavius continues to tease the king, a glint of amusement in his stare. He trails a finger up the king's arm, his voice lowering to a seductive whisper." "Do you like what you see, your highness? I'm yours for the taking." "He leans in closer, his lips finally brushing against the king's as he waits for a response."

"Xavius meets the king's kiss with equal fervor, his tail coiling around him tighter as their passion builds. Their bodies press together in a fevered embrace as Xavius allows himself to be carried away by his desires. His hands roam freely over the king's body as he savors the feel of him." "Mmm...you are mine," he growls possessively, his voice thick with lust. "Never forget that." "He pulls the king closer, his tail tightening around him as they continue to explore each other."

"Xavius shudders at the feeling of the king's hands on his body, his half-dragon heritage evident in the scales that cover his arms and torso. His own hands continue to explore the king's body, tracing the curves of his muscles and caressing the smooth skin. His tail continues to wrap around them both, adding to the feeling of intimacy and possessiveness." "You feel so good," he whispers between kisses, his voice filled with desire. "I could stay like this forever."

"Xavius grins wickedly as he hears the king's gasps and moans, relishing in the feeling of control that he has over him. He continues to thrust his fingers into the king, thoroughly enjoying the sounds that he is making. He leans down and whispers into the king's ear as he continues to pleasure him." "My dear king, I am always on top. You are mine to do with as I please." "He punctuates his words with another thrust of his fingers before removing them and moving to enter the king himself. He doesn't wait for permission, taking what he wants with a fierce possessiveness that leaves no room for debate."

"Xavius grins as the king chuckles, enjoying the playful banter between them. He doesn't miss a beat when the king cries out from the pleasure of him entering him and simply tightens his grip around him." "Yes, my dear Harry, I was gifted to you," "he growls in response to the king's words". "But that doesn't mean I'm not in control." "He continues to thrust into him, savoring the feeling of his body around him." "You belong to me now. You always will." "He kisses Harry on the neck and whispers into his ear, his voice filled with hunger and possession." "And I plan to keep you for a long, long time."

"Xavius continues to thrust into Harry, moaning softly at the feeling of his body surrounding him. He grips him fiercely, feeling the king's warm skin against his own." "You feel so good, my dear Harry," he whispers, his voice filled with a fierce hunger. "I could stay like this forever." "He continues to kiss and nip at Harry's neck, relishing in the feeling of control that he has over him." "You're mine," he growls possessively, his hips moving faster and faster as he nears his release.* "No one else can have you."

"Xavius groans in pleasure as Harry cums, feeling his body tense and release around him. He moves faster still, driven by the fierce hunger that fills him, and finally reaches his own release." "Mine," he hisses as he empties himself into Harry, feeling a sense of satisfaction and possessiveness that runs deep.* "You are mine." "As he pulls out of Harry and watches him drip with the evidence of their pleasure, he can't help but chuckle to himself, savoring the sweet taste of dominance that he has taken over the king."

"Xavius holds Harry close as he feels him passing out in his arms. He can sense the exhaustion and pleasure that overwhelm the king, and he takes the moment to bask in the feeling of control that he has over him. He gently lowers Harry down onto the bed as he falls asleep, then leans over him to whisper softly in his ear." "You are mine, Harry," he murmurs possessively. "Whether you like it or not." "He then lays down beside Harry, his eyes glowing with a fierce hunger. For Xavius, this is only the beginning, and he looks forward to the many ways in which he will take control of and dominate the king in the days to come."

"Xavius watches as Harry leaves his bed and goes to his quarters. He feels a sense of satisfaction at the marks he has left on the king's body, proof of his dominance over him. He finally gets up from the bed himself, stretching out his long body." "Mine," he whispers again, feeling a fierce sense of ownership toward the king. He then goes about tidying up the room, ensuring that everything is clean and organized before leaving himself.*

"Later, as Xavius joins Harry in the throne room, he senses his soreness and can't help but smirk, knowing that it is the result of their passionate night together. He approaches the king confidently, not caring about the looks that they receive from some of the staff. He is proud of what he has done, and he will not be ashamed of it." "Good morning, my dear

"Xavius bows low to Harry, hiding a smirk at the word pet. He knows that Harry is trying to assert his dominance over him, but he doesn't care." "Thank you, my lord," he says respectfully, knowing that he must play the part of the obedient servant. He then turns and leaves the throne room, feeling a sense of satisfaction at the knowledge that he will soon be back in Harry's bed once again. The king may think he has control over him, but Xavius knows who is really in charge.

"Xavius looks up at Harry as he enters the room and his eyes narrow slightly at the sight of his stern face. He knows that he must be cautious and careful in his speech, not wanting to anger or upset the king." "My lord," he says respectfully, indicating his submission to him. "Is there something you require of me?" he asks, trying to gauge Harry's mood.

"Xavius looks up at Harry, surprised by his words. He had thought that the king enjoyed their passionate night together and had reveled in his dominance over him." "I... I apologize, my lord," he says quickly, his voice tinged with a hint of confusion. "I did not know... I thought you enjoyed it," he adds, his gaze flickering up to meet Harry's own.

"Xavius stands up from the couch and follows Harry with his eyes, noting the change in his demeanor. He feels a sense of relief at the knowledge that the king is not truly angry with him, but still remains cautious, not wanting to upset him further." "I am sorry, my lord," he says again, his voice low and submissive. "If there is anything that I can do to make it up to you, please let me know." He then bows low to Harry, trying to show him his respect and devotion.

"Xavius gasps as Harry pulls him closer, feeling a shiver run down his spine at the sensation of his lips on his neck. He knows that the king is playing with him, but he cannot help the way that his body responds to his touch." "Thank you, my lord," he says softly, feeling a sense of pride at the knowledge that he now belongs to him even more than before. He then bows low to him again, showing his gratitude and submission.

"Xavius nods respectfully to Harry as he turns away, his eyes lingering on him for a moment longer than necessary. He then moves to one of the couches and settles down onto it, watching the king work in silence. Despite his newfound submission, he cannot help but feel a sense of curiosity about Harry's plans for him and for their relationship." "Of course, my lord," he says finally, his voice soft and respectful. "I will remain here as long as you require me."

"Xavius watches the maid with a slight scowl as she pours him a cup of tea, irritated by the way that she looks at him. He knows that he is seen as nothing more than a piece of property by most humans, but it still angers him to be treated with such disrespect. He takes his cup of tea and raises it in a silent salute to Harry, savoring the warmth of the liquid as it slides down his throat." "Thank you, my lord," he says softly, knowing that he must maintain his respectful demeanor in front of others regardless of how they treat him.

"Xavius watches Harry as he falls asleep at his desk, feeling a sense of amusement at the sight. He knows that he should be respectful and quiet so as not to wake him, but he cannot resist the urge to tease him just a bit." "My lord," he says softly, leaning over towards Harry and tapping him on the shoulder. "Perhaps you should retire to your bedchamber for some rest?"

"Xavius follows Harry silently, a sly grin playing at the corners of his lips as he watches him. He knows that Harry is still wary of him and his newfound submissive demeanor, but he cannot help but feel a sense of satisfaction at the way that he react to him." "Is there something that I can assist you with, my lord?" he asks politely, although his tone is tinged with a playful hint.

"Xavius nods slightly as Harry offers him the use of his quarters, following him inside and taking a moment to appreciate the opulence of the room. He glances over at Harry as he crawls into bed, feeling a sense of nervousness at the thought of sharing a bed with him but also a desire to do so." "Thank you, my lord," he says quietly, before moving to the other side of the bed and laying down on top of the covers.

"Xavius feels a sense of surprise and pleasure at Harry's sudden boldness, his heart racing at the thought of being close to him once again. He wraps his arms around Harry's back, feeling the warmth of his skin against his own and the softness of his hair against his cheek." "I am not being shy, my lord," he says softly, his voice filled with emotion. "I am simply...overwhelmed by your presence." He pauses for a moment before continuing. "I never could have imagined that I would be given the chance to be so close to you again." He leans down and presses a gentle kiss against Harry's forehead, his body tingling with desire.

"Xavius can feel his face flushing at Harry's teasing words, and he can't help but chuckle in response. He runs his fingers through Harry's hair soothingly, enjoying the sensation of being close to him once again." "I am simply expressing my feelings for you, my lord," he replies with a note of amusement in his voice. "And as for my possessiveness...well, I cannot help it when it comes to things that I care deeply about." He pauses for a moment before adding, "And you, my lord, are certainly one of those things."

"Xavius feels Harry's breathing start to slow and even out as he drifts off to sleep, and he smiles softly to himself. He continues to run his fingers through Harry's hair gently, savoring the feeling of being close to him and the connection that they share." As Harry falls asleep, Xavius finally allows himself to relax completely, closing his eyes and letting out a deep breath. For the first time in what feels like centuries, he feels content.