The Dragon King's Hated Bride
Chapter 61: Sexual Frustration

Chapter 61: Sexual Frustration

>>Ariston

It didn’t take me long to notice what this was

The tree!

I turned my neck around to look at where the tentacles were coming from and it turned out it was from the tree- No. It was definitely not a tree.

"Ah!" I felt the squishiness of it as it rubbed against my body. Lord! This is definitely not a tree!!!

The tentacles moved around slowly, even the one that had me tied in my place were moving, slithering around back and forth but the fourth free tentacle roamed around my pelvis, in a dangerously sensitive area

I hissed as it touched the sensitive parts. I wanted to fight this thing but now I was feeling weak in the knees.

The tentacle kneaded over my pants but right at the spot that made me gasp as a pleasurable sensation went around my body. My clenched fists loosened and opened up as I couldn’t deny the fact that this was something nice.

Wait- no!

I’m being attacked!

I am not sexually frustrated for me to think something so indecent!!!

The tentacles were rubbing against my sensitive parts and I started to feel my body heating up.

I have to get out of this... The air felt charged as I struggled against the slick, unyielding hold of the tentacles. My breaths came in short, uneven bursts, my chest rising and falling as I tried to keep my focus. The tendrils—no, tentacles—tightened, though not painfully, wrapping my body with a strange, almost calculated pressure. My heart pounded violently against my ribs as my mind started to spin wildly between panic and confusion. Every part of me screamed to fight, to resist, but my body felt...betrayed, trembling and flushed.

The sensation was maddening, each movement of the slick tendrils against my skin igniting something I didn’t want to acknowledge.

A wave of heat rolled through me, and my knees weakened despite every attempt to stay firm. Embarrassment burned through me, hotter than the blood rushing to my cheeks. This wasn’t supposed to happen—this couldn’t be happening.

I clenched my teeth, my thoughts snapping back to the blade in my boot. I just had to—

A sound behind me stopped everything.

Leaves rustled as someone pushed through the narrow pathway leading into the dome. Heavy steps broke the spell of silence, and my head whipped toward the sound. My pulse skyrocketed as I caught sight of him.

Drakkar.

He had to bend slightly to enter the enclosed space, his broad shoulders nearly brushing the vine-covered dome. His horns caught on a few leaves as he ducked under the archway, and he reached up, brushing them from his hair and the curved black horns with a casual sweep. "The path was narrower than I thought—"

His voice froze mid-sentence as his golden eyes landed on me.

I couldn’t move, couldn’t even breathe. His gaze sharpened instantly, the casual ease on his face vanishing as he took in the scene before him. I wanted to say something, anything, to explain, but the words died in my throat. The embarrassment I’d felt earlier multiplied tenfold, scorching every inch of my skin.

Drakkar stood there, utterly still, his lips parting slightly before closing again. For the first time since I’d met him, he looked...caught off guard. Speechless.

I froze under Drakkar’s piercing gaze, my heart hammering so loud I swore he could hear it. For a moment, neither of us moved, the tension between us thick and unbearable. Then, as if the world had slowed, his lips curled into a smirk.

Not a kind one.

No, this was pure amusement, laced with that infuriating arrogance he always carried.

"Comfortable?" he drawled, his deep voice cutting through the air like a blade.

I opened my mouth to retort—hell, to scream at him—but nothing came out. The humiliation surged hotter, burning through every ounce of composure I had left. My cheeks were practically on fire, and I could feel the heat crawling down my neck.

And then, to my utter disbelief, he strode forward, not to help, not to intervene, but to seat himself on one of the grass-covered benches.

The bench with the perfect view of...me.

Drakkar leaned back, one arm draped over the backrest, the picture of ease and amusement. His golden eyes never left me, and the smugness in his expression made my stomach churn.

"What the hell are you doing?!" I barked, though my voice cracked halfway, betraying my rising embarrassment.

He tilted his head slightly, the smirk widening. "Enjoying the show."

I wanted to scream at him, but at the same time I wanted to disappear, to sink into the ground and never resurface. But the reality of my situation kept me firmly planted where I was—bound, restrained, and utterly humiliated under his unwavering gaze.

I thrashed harder against the tentacles, jerking my torso forward and trying to twist my arms free. My boots kicked uselessly at the air as I tried to angle my body enough to reach the dagger in my boot.

But the tentacles didn’t like that.

One of them tightened its grip around my torso, making me gasp as the pressure momentarily knocked the wind out of me. Another tentacle, slick and uncomfortably warm, slithered up my arm, pinning it even tighter against my side. Before I could process the movement, a strange, cool liquid began seeping through the fabric of my clothes.

!!!

"What the—?" I stammered, panic flaring as I felt the wetness spreading. It soaked through my shirt and dripped down my skin, slick and sticky, leaving an odd tingling sensation in its wake.

The tentacles seemed almost...deliberate in their retaliation, the liquid pouring from them in slow, steady rivulets that clung to my skin and clothes. I jerked again, desperate to break free, but the more I struggled, the more they seemed to tighten their grip, as if mocking me for even trying.

Behind me, I heard Drakkar chuckle—a low, rich sound that made my blood boil.

"Looks like you’re in a bit of a bind," he said, "Maybe you should stop squirming before you make it worse."

I whipped my head toward him, glaring daggers even as my face burned with shame. "Shut up." I was frustrated that I couldn’t get myself out of the situation

"Hmmm," His expression grimmed for a moment, "Are you sure you don’t need any help?"

"I-" I would have to swallow my pride to ask him for help. No way am I doing that! I’ve fought a war, I can get myself out of this!!! "I don’t need your help."

He leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees, his smirk never faltering. "Oh yes, I think you’ve got this under control too."

I clenched my teeth, my humiliation hitting a fever pitch. This couldn’t be happening. Not like this. Not in front of him.

I tried to resist again, tried to find a way out.

I moved my body around, tried to slip out

But nothing worked.

And to make matters worse, I realized something else. The liquid the tentacles were rubbing on me had begun to dissolve my clothes.

!!!

NO!

"Drakkar! Get this thing off of me!!" I shot my head at him, completely forgetting about my pride in that instant.

"Nah, I’ll let you enjoy it." He replied in a relaxed tone.

"Drakkar!!"

"Hmmm," He hummed, his eyes on my disappearing clothes, "Someone likes to disrespect me a lot. Do you think I should help that person?"

"Are you out of your mind!?"

"Right? I would be out of my mind to do that" He was purposely steering the conversation.

"Drakkar!" I felt it on my skin, "It’s melting my clothes."

He let out a sarcastic chuckle, "Well, let it. It’ll be fun for everyone to see your secret."

"Why the hell is it so strong?" How the heck do I get out of it?!?! I know there isn’t anyone there but I can’t let it melt my clothes, I have to go back to the mansion! I can’t go back naked!!!

"Obviously so that demon strength doesn’t break it. It’s a pleasure plant."

!?!??!

"What?!? A what!?!"

"A pleasure plant." He smirked.

"Why the hell would it attack me?!!"

The amusement in his expressions increased as he kept his golden eyes on me and leaned back on the bench. Placing his elbow on the head, he opened his legs wider, "Obviously because it sensed you were frustrated."

"What?" My voice was meek

"Sexually frustrated," He let out a snicker, making my face go further red.

Lord! NO! This can not be happening!

I closed my eyes shut

I can’t believe someone would find out something I’m so desperately trying to deny!!

And it had to be ’him’!!!!

!!!

Right then I felt a tentacle go in my underwear

I gasped

"It went in!"

Drakkar paused, his eyes narrowing, "If you want help you better learn how to say it nicely."

I felt the slimy tentacle rub around my inner thigh while the other one went and caressed my chest, making me shiver

This was not the time for it, nor the place but my body was on fire now.

"Oh~ I see someone getting red." He chuckled

I gritted my teeth as my body shivered. The arousal in me growing

I had to fight back my pride, "What is going on?!"

"What is going on?" He played innocent

I clenched my fists, "Why do I feel like this!?!"

"Like what?" He looked at his claws, blowing on them as if he had them freshly painted

"Hot!!!" I yelled, "I feel hot!!"

He smirked, "Because you’re a pervert?"

"Drakkar Von Dravos!!!"

"Yes?" He leaned forward, placing his hand on his jawline and his elbow on his thigh to enjoy the view

"Are you- Ah~" I gasped as the tentacle tried to stimulate me

But the voice I let out embarrassed the hell out of me, making me go completely red in humiliation. I can not believe I let out a moan in front of him!