Dragon King's Harem Chapter 415. I Feel Like I'm Just One of Your Test Subjects

Dragon King's Harem Chapter 415. I Feel Like I'm Just One of Your Test Subjects

Her smile widened, a hint of that familiar mischief in her eyes, but there was something else there too—something softer, more vulnerable. She kissed me again, deeper this time, her hands moving to slide off her own dress. The fabric pooled around her, leaving her skin bare.

I let my hands move, tracing her sides, her back, the curve of her hips. Her skin was cool, smooth, and every touch felt like it was setting me on fire. Her fingers worked at the rest of my clothes, peeling them away piece by piece until there was nothing left between us.

Marissa’s eyes roamed over me, her usual sharpness softened into something deeper, more intimate. She didn’t rush—she never did—but every movement of hers felt deliberate, like she was savoring the moment.

Her hands found my chest, her fingers tracing the lines of muscle there. “You’re so tense,” she murmured, her voice low, almost teasing. “Even now.”

I exhaled a shaky laugh, my hands still resting on her waist. “Well, this isn’t exactly a situation I find myself in every day. Not with you.”

She smirked, leaning in closer, her lips brushing against my neck as she spoke. “Indeed. I’m nervous to be honest. But you deserve that much, at least. I’m your wife after all.”

Her lips left a trail of heat as they moved along my skin, but it was her hands that had me holding my breath. One of them slid up to my neck, her fingers brushing against the base of my horns. The sensation was electric.

“You’re sensitive here,” she whispered, her tone playful but laced with curiosity. “I like that.”

I huffed out a laugh, though it came out more like a gasp. “Marissa…”

“What?” she asked, her lips hovering just below my ear now. “Am I making you nervous?”

“Not nervous,” I managed, my voice lower than I intended. “Just… aware. Those horns are like my crown. Not all people can touch them.”

Her other hand moved then, trailing down my back. Her fingers brushed against my tail, and this time, I couldn’t stop the sharp intake of breath that followed. She paused, her hand lingering there, and I could feel her smirk against my skin.

“Sensitive here too,” she said, her voice dropping into a near whisper. “Interesting.”

"I feel like I'm just one of your test subjects," I began again, but she silenced me with a kiss, her lips soft but insistent against mine. It wasn’t rushed, it wasn't frantic. It was slow, deliberate, and all-consuming, like she wanted to pull every thought from my head and replace them with her.

Her hand on my tail moved again, this time with more purpose, and I could feel her nails lightly grazing the length of it. The mix of sensations was almost too much—her lips, her hands, the way her body pressed against mine—and I found myself gripping her hips harder, pulling her closer without even thinking about it.

“You’re holding back,” she murmured against my lips, her breath cool against my skin. “Why?”

I swallowed hard, my mind struggling to find the words. “Because… this isn’t what I expected.”

She pulled back just enough to meet my gaze, her expression unreadable but intense. “Do you want me to stop?”

I shook my head almost immediately. “No. Definitely not.”

“Good,” she said, her smirk returning. “Because I’m not stopping.”

Her hand returned to my horns, tracing the curve of one with an almost maddening slowness. The other continued to toy with my tail, her touch light but deliberate, and it felt like every nerve in my body was on fire.

“You’re always so in control,” she whispered, her lips brushing against my jaw now. “Always so composed. But here, right now? You don’t have to be.”

Her words struck something deep in me, something I hadn’t even realized I’d been holding onto. She wasn’t just seducing me—she was offering me something more, something I didn’t even know I needed. Permission. To let go, to just be, without the crown or the expectations of everyone around me.

I let out a shaky breath, my hands moving up to tangle in her hair as I kissed her again, deeper this time, with more urgency. She responded in kind, her body pressing closer to mine, her hands tracing slow, deliberate paths that made it impossible to focus on anything but her. Her kiss was different now—still tender, but there was an edge of control, like she was testing boundaries, seeing how far I’d let her take this.

Once we broke apart, her lips hovered close to mine, her breath warm against my skin. Her fingers moved to brush against my jawline, her touch light but purposeful. “You like it when I act like this?” I murmured, my voice low and teasing. “Or do you prefer the usual?”

She smirked, her gaze flicking up to meet mine. “Whichever you prefer, Your Majesty,” she said, her tone smooth and unbothered. “The dominant side of you—that’s normal. That’s who you are. The first time we did this, you took the lead, and honestly? I expected nothing less.”

I raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the shift in her tone. “But?”

Her smirk widened, and she leaned in, her lips brushing lightly against mine as she spoke. “But somehow, I want to know what happens if I take the lead.”

Her words caught me off guard, and I chuckled, the sound vibrating in the space between us. “What’s with the sudden change of mind? I thought you weren’t particularly invested in this marriage.”

She silenced me with a kiss, her lips soft but insistent against mine. When she pulled back, her expression had shifted—still confident, but there was something vulnerable in her eyes now, something raw. “I talked a lot with Sela while you were away,” she said quietly, her fingers brushing against my neck. “And I realized something.”

“Oh?” I said, tilting my head slightly. “What’s that?”

She let out a soft sigh, her gaze dropping for a moment before meeting mine again. “I know you only know me because of the diplomatic relations between you and my father. But my father’s gone now, and I’m just… a royal with no status. Worse, I’m a criminal in my own tribe’s eyes. You had nothing to gain by taking me as your wife. Zero benefit. And yet, you did.”