The War God’s Favorite

Chapter 28

The Prince’s sudden anger made everyone step back, fear and surprise on every face. Then, one of

the older men stepped up, standing in front of Cassandra.

“Young Lady, if I may…”

He leaned in to observe the collar, and Cassandra held her long hair out of the way. She could feel the

old blacksmith’s hands examining the collar, checking the system and metal. After a while, he stood up

and turned to the Prince.

“It won’t be easy, My Lord. Those things have really precise systems.”

“Can you do it or not?”

“We can try, but…this type of lock isn’t made to simply be undone, Commander.”

He turned to one of his colleagues, who nodded and examined Cassandra’s collar too, but this time he

used some tools. She could hear the mechanism at work, and her heart suddenly beat faster. Could

they really do it? Could they take it off? Finally?

Kairen stood by her side without moving, his eyes fixated on her collar, not missing any of the

blacksmiths’ movements. For a long while, Cassandra sat with her head bent, wondering if this could

really happen. But the longer it took, the more she doubted it. Those mechanisms were made so that

slaves would not be able to escape. Many had tried to get rid of them already, but it was so complex.

Just as she started to feel discouraged, a large hand caressed her cheek. She smiled softly and closed

her eyes, relying on the Prince’s warmth. Cassandra slowly calmed down. She would be fine. Even if

the collar didn’t come off, she had him. 1

Suddenly, the sound of metal breaking was heard, and something scratched her. Cassandra frowned

from the little pain, trying to touch the injury by reflex. The blacksmiths stepped back, looking terrified.

The Prince was glaring at them.

“You useless…”

“We’re so very sorry, Your Highness! This lock can’t be undone simply by forcing it! The Dragon Empire

would lose its slaves daily if we could.”

As the man kept apologizing and explaining, Cassandra glanced at her shoulder to finally see what had

happened. Her collar was still there, but one of the blacksmiths’ instruments, something that looked like

a thin little spindle, was half stuck in it, its other half broken on the floor. It had probably broken when

trying to force open the collar’s mechanism, and scratched her shoulder by accident.

Cassandra saw the Prince’s hand going for the sword at his belt, but she immediately stood up in front

of him, putting her hands on his torso, trying to get his attention on her.

“My Lord! It’s fine, I expected so…”

“If those men were more competent…” he hissed, but Cassandra shook her head.

“No. They are right. It is this Empire’s will that slaves shouldn’t be freed so easily.”

Cassandra’s words finally got to him, as he looked down at her.

It was his Empire, his father, and the slavery system that had put this collar on her neck from the

beginning. Those blacksmiths were right. It was no easy matter, and not a simple collar. There was a

lot more weight behind it, and Cassandra’s sentence.

This did not cool down the Prince’s anger one bit. He glared furiously at the men present, despite

Cassandra’s attempt to have him calm down. Clenching his fists, he resisted the urge to break or throw

something across the tent with all his might.

“Let’s go, please? My Lord?” she asked in a soft voice.

Kairen’s jaw was still clenching, yet he grabbed Cassandra’s waist and suddenly carried her, holding

her on one arm as if she weighed nothing. They left the tent as she put her arms around his shoulders,

while the men behind them let out a big sigh of relief.

There wasn’t a word exchanged until they reached the Prince’s tent. Cassandra only held on and

focused on the cold breeze. Was the evening colder than usual? Or was it the Prince’s silent anger only

giving her that impression? She held on a bit tighter as they reached the tent, before he let her down.

Kairen was still frowning and visibly unhappy about what had happened. Cassandra took a deep breath

in, and stepped closer to him, putting her hands on his torso again.

“My Lord, it’s fine. I knew it wouldn’t work. I’ve seen many try to force those locks for hours without it

ever coming off.”

He stayed silent, looking at her with those dark, black eyes of his. It was hard for Cassandra to guess

what he was thinking at that moment. Was he disappointed? Or just angry things weren’t going as he

wanted? 3

After a long while, though, the frown on his face seemed to dissipate, and he put his large hands on her

waist, looking at her with a calm expression. Cassandra was expecting him to say something, but

instead he leaned in to kiss her, a soft very gentle kiss. She didn’t know what to do, so she answered

naturally to his lips, feeling comfort in it.

The collar was still there, heavy and uncomfortable, but as long as she was by the Prince’s side,

Cassandra felt safe. She didn’t want to leave his side anymore. She enjoyed this kiss, and for once,

claimed more with her tongue. One of Kairen’s hands went up, twirling his fingers in her long hair like

he liked to do.

Gathering her courage, Cassandra gently pushed him towards the bed, blushing from her own

boldness. Of course, her strength was barely enough to make the War God move, but as soon as he

understood her intent, Kairen complied and stepped back, until he could sit on the bed. As he did, he

held Cassandra across his lap, not interrupting their tender kiss. She was starting to feel a bit hot. How

long had it been since their last…intimate moment? In that short while, she already missed his hot skin,

his large hands, and musky smell.

“Cassandra…” he muttered against her ear as their lips parted, making her blush.

She loved the way he pronounced her name, too. There was this intense mix of sensuality and

tenderness in his deep voice.

With her fidgety hands, she took the cloak off his shoulders, exposing the muscular, naked torso she

now knew by heart. Kairen had already taken her cloak off, but for once, he let her do most of the

undressing, only kissing her shoulder, collarbone, and finally her breasts as soon as she exposed

them.

Sucking and stroking them, he made her blush in a matter of seconds. Cassandra had always felt her

breasts were on the smaller side, but that didn’t seem to bother him… The War God kept playing with

them, arousing her, and making it more difficult for Cassandra to focus on taking her dress off. Once

she finally had it off though, he smiled and pulled on her hips to have her closer, sitting on top of his

prominent bump. She shivered a bit, both excited and cold, as her inner temperature didn’t match the

one inside the tent.

Kairen’s glance, as he let go of her rosy breasts, went to her collar. Cassandra was afraid this might

anger him again for a bit, but the Prince suddenly smirked.

“Once we get this thing off, let’s have you wear something that really fits you…gold or silver…gems…”

“Like a necklace?” she whispered, a bit surprised.

“Anything you want,” he nodded. “Gold, gems, jewelry… We’ll get it all. I want to see you wear it…”

Cansand thought about disagreeing, but eventually, she only blushed and kissed him. She knew how

strange and whimsical he could be sometimes. She didn’t want to talk him out of it until they got to it.

He complained so often about her appearance as a slave, she had to be a bit more careful about it.

Kairen slowly laid down, Cassandra still on top of him, and they both used their hands to help him get

out of his pants. She wondered for a second if they should change positions, but the Prince pulled her

arms, having her ride

Rubbing against each other, she felt their equal arousals. He didn’t even touch her, yet she was already

wet from Their kissing only… Feeling his pride standing tall and hard against her thigh was a torture

she couldn’t endure any longer. Cassandra bit her lip, her hands in his, and slowly sat down, feeling

him fill her with a long exhale.

They both took a minute to enjoy this, the feeling of their bodies connected, filling each other, looking at

each other’s eyes. Then, Cassandra slowly started moving, to her own rhythm, enjoying it. He was big

inside her; any move made her tremble and blush in pleasure. In just a couple of days, she had missed

this so much.

Underneath, lying still with the eyes of an excited lion, Kairen watched his concubine move and breathe

loudly. Cassandra was even more beautiful when she was exalted. Her body moved like a wave on

him, her breasts jiggling around. She closed her eyes when she was too embarrassed or excited, and

exhaled even louder, until it became cestasied moans, her hips moving faster on him. The War God

just ogled her, feeling his own excitement rise along with her moves, and that delicious feeling of her

body pressing down on him, taking him in, rubbing and hammering

When he grabbed her hips and thrust without warning, she let out a surprised moan. His hammering

was much more intense and bestial. Cassandra forgot completely about moving against him, and held

on to his hands, moaning loudly to meet his thrusts. Despite being underneath, Kairen took control in

an instant, holding her hips

firmly and thrusting repeatedly, lifting his waist, making Cassandra bounce on him. It was fast, erratic,

and overwhelming. He couldn’t hold it in. He wanted to put his mark on her and make her cry in

pleasure.

That intense, savage, hot sex had Cassandra completely lost in her senses. The Prince’s burning black

eyes made her crazy. The sounds of their bodies colliding, the slaps of their skin and moist sounds

made it even more lustful, if possible. Her insides were burning hot, the sensation overpowering her,

making her shake and scream out her pleasure.

The bed was embarrassingly squeaking, but that was nothing compared to their exalted voices. As

Cassandra was crying out, the Prince was groaning, feeling his pleasure grow inside, reaching

heavenly levels.

Cassandra orgasmed loudly, one second before his final groan. Both spasmed intensely, his rod deep

inside her, exulting and relishing. She breathed loudly, falling on her side, exhausted. It was short but…

intense. Her thighs were still trembling and burning, and she felt a bit dirty, shamefully dirty.

Kairen sighed, putting a hand in his hair, feeling the cold air and satisfaction of their intercourse.

Cassandra’s breathing was still loud by his side, and he caressed her hip silently, waiting for her to

recover.

He had thought about it before, but he silently hoped she would soon bear him a child… An heir. He

could already see what kind of mother she would be. It had never been a wish of his before, but now,

he wanted to see that image become real. If she became an Imperial Dragon’s mother, Cassandra

would be in a much better place. She could become a Princess…far from her status as a slave.

Out of the six Princes, three already had children. But Kairen was the only one without a concubine,

until now. He turned his head to the woman laying beside him, and caressed her hair. If Cassandra got

pregnant, she would become a target. (2)

He had never cared for the Imperial Throne before. He would live his life with war and blood, as a

Commander. He was bored with the women of the court, and hated the treacherous creatures coveting

his wealth or imperial title. Kairen was born in a world where he was considered like a God, deciding

the life or death of others, untouchable. Yet, he had seen many of his siblings killed by enyy and

jealousy at the Imperial Palace. His mother, a concubine

among many others, had been smart and cunning enough to have him and Shareen reach adulthood

despite her rivals. She probably had to dirty her hands many times for that to happen.

Cassandra was nothing like those women, nor his mother. She was smart, but caring, brave, and

selfless. She wasn’t afraid to die, or to face a dragon. She could pet a creature a thousand times her

size, which would eat her own kind, and even feel empathy for it. She wasn’t afraid to look him in the

eyes, yet she blushed when he touched her. So innocent, yet so fierce.

Kairen leaned over her, resting on his arm while scrutinizing her.

“My… Prince?”

But Kairen pushed her legs open, and in a swift movement, positioned himself to penetrate her again,

making Cassandra moan in surprise. Her insides were still burning, wet and hot from their wild sex just

a few minutes ago. She couldn’t help but tense her legs upon his sudden entrance, closing her eyes

and putting her head back.

“Oh, Lord…gen…gently, please…” she begged, breathing erratically.

He started moving slowly, listening to her pleas and moans, but he wanted more, so much more of this This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

woman.