Bound To The Ice Dragon King
Chapter 33: Struggling underneath

Chapter 33: Struggling underneath

"I swear to the heavens, dragon, if you try to kick me off again, I’m going to grab your crotch and hang on from there!"

"...!" Draven’s throat suddenly went dry by those words. He froze for a long time before his pale face showed a light shade of pink. He looked down on Rhea with a frown of disbelief,

"I have never seen a shameless woman like you!"

"Well, well, well! Do not think for a moment that I am the one without shame here. It seems to me that you are just as shameless as I am, for why else would you so boldly and shamelessly stab a defenseless lady?" Rhea quipped, her words dripping with disdain.

Suddenly, a large boulder shook loose from the ceiling above them, causing Draven to leap out of the way just in time. He felt the powers holding him in the air begin to falter, and he quickly scrambled to cling onto the solid stone wall to keep himself from falling. Meanwhile, the crazed woman who had been clutching onto his legs hung on for dear life, refusing to let go.

"Let go of my legs woman!"

"I won’t, if I’m going to fall into that hole and die, you’re going down with me dragon!"

"Are you insane, even if you fall you won’t die, but if you don’t let go of me to complete the spell, we will both die here." Draven said, the irritation in his voice was evident.

However, Rhea chuckled, "You think I’m a fool to believe a word you say again? Ha, I won’t let go! Let us die together so we can continue our fight in the afterlife."

As soon as Rhea completed her statement, a big boulder unexpectedly dropped from above them, leaving Draven with no opportunity to dodge it this time. They both plunged into the pitch-black chasm, causing the radiance around Draven’s body to rapidly vanish. The burden of their combined weight was too much for him to endure in midair.

Despite the swift pace at which they were descending, Rhea remained determined to grip tightly on Draven’s midsection. She sensed the wind brushing past her during their fall, however she was still determined to die with Draven. Not for any reason, but to be able to avenge herself in the afterlife.

The couple plunged into an extremely chilly and icy pool of water, causing bubbles to rocket from their bodies towards the surface. Rhea, who didn’t know how to swim, held onto Draven desperately as they drowned deeper into the water. Her rising panic made her clutch onto Draven’s neck tightly.

Meanwhile, Draven felt as if his life was slowly trickling away as Rhea’s hold on his neck tightened. Though he attempted to free himself from her clasp, he feared that her panic-stricken grip might soon cause their death. In order to stop her from making the both of them drown to death, he hugged Rhea around the waist and began swimming towards the surface. Once they emerged from the water, Rhea was coughing intensely while also pushing Draven’s head underwater for support.

Draven managed to break to the surface again, he then noticed a shore nearby. Without any hesitation, he swam towards it along with Rhea and pushed her onto the land, before diving back into the water.

Rhea struggled for a long time to cough out the water that had entered her lungs. However, she finally felt relieved as she could now breathe without experiencing any discomfort in her nose. Her body was soaking wet, and she lay down flat on the cold ground. Her eyes were fixed on the cave’s blue covered top reflecting the water for an unknown amount of time. The only thing that mattered at the moment was that she had survived.

With a blink, Rhea placed her hand gently on her stomach where the wound inflicted by Draven was. She realized that the wound was in the process of healing, the same as the first wound. Nevertheless, the water creeping into the wound was causing immense pain. Despite the unbearable sensation, the coldness of the cave did not affect her much as she was accustomed to the cold climate more than any other temperature.

As time passed, the numbing coldness gradually penetrated into her bones, giving her a bit more strength. Finally, she managed to sit up slowly, and to her surprise, the man who had brought her to the shore was nowhere in sight.

Where the hell did that evil dragon disappear to? She thought and looked around. However, that was when she noticed the cave wasn’t just any cave, but one that contained a colossal pool and was surrounded by ice - an ice cave, to be exact.

The air was crisp and frigid, making her breath visible with every exhale. The walls of the cave were made entirely of ice, glistening in the dim light. The ceiling stretched high above, made of pure ice that hung like jagged teeth.

The floor looked uneven, with jagged ice structures jutting out at various angles. The ground was also covered in a layer of frost, while the walls of the cave were lined with intricate patterns and shapes.

It wasn’t winter yet, but inside this cave looked like winter, because it held something that belongs to an ice dragon...not any ice dragon, but their king.

Rhea glanced up again when she heard a splashing sound. She noticed a huge black hole was situated at the topmost part of the cave’s roof, progressively increasing in size. Fragments of rock constantly dropped down from there and submerged into the pool.

She and Draven were probably dropped from that very opening and plunged into the water. Rhea thought. But where the hell did he vanish to?

As Rhea pondered Draven’s whereabouts, she suddenly caught sight of a luminous white glow emanating from the pool. The intensity of the light overflowed the cave, causing the ice to sparkle brilliantly. The breathtaking view mesmerized Rhea so much that she unconsciously forgot to blink and gazed at it with wonder.

Springing up from the ground in a hurry, she cast her gaze downwards towards the source of the light. Gradually, the pool began to undergo a transformation, as the hazy outline of a dragon curled up at the bottom gradually became more visible. It was as if the creature had remained dormant for many years, awaiting this moment of reawakening.

"Good heavens..."

Suddenly, without warning, the radiant glow disappeared, but not before Rhea managed to steal a glimpse at the white dragon lying at the bottom of the pool. There certainly was a dragon, but it wasn’t a physical one - only its outline. The light emanating from the pool was the essence of the creature.

Draven’s essence...

While gazing at the pool, Rhea felt a sudden grip on her ankle. Fear jolted through her as she prepared to kick whatever it was that gripped her ankle, only to recognize Draven, whose blue eyes had turned black - the same look he had on the night he drank her blood.

Draven swiftly jumped out of the pool and yanked her down, causing her head to hit the icy ground and leave her feeling dizzy. Before she could recover from her dizziness, Draven had pinned her down, his wet, loose black hair making him resemble a vengeful demon.

Rhea was dumbstruck for awhile, but when she snapped back to her senses, she began to struggle to escape from underneath him. However, before she could struggle much, Draven’s right hand pinned both of her hands above her head on the ground. His strength was surprisingly overwhelming, that she couldn’t pull her hands away.

His entire body was trembling for some reason, he lifted his other trembling hand aiming for her shoulder, however, he seemed confused and anxious at the same time and mistakingly pressed down on her chest.

Rhea wailed out in pain, "Ahh!! Pervert, let go of me!" His strength was particularly pressing a dent into her. She didn’t know what had suddenly came over this dragon again, but she wouldn’t stay still and watch him take her blood again this way. He even dared press on her breast?

Hell and damnation!

Rhea’s vein swelled up with rage, she bent her knee and used all her strength to kick against his crotch. He smothered a groan, yet he used all his strength to resist the pain and didn’t let go of her despite that.

She continued to struggle, but her struggles were nothing compared to the unyielding strength he used to pin her down,

"Damn you Draven! Let go of me right now before i..."

"I...need you...please." he forced a word out through his unclear mind. However, despite pleading with her, he still firmly pinned her down. His hand which was already on her chest swept around her back, he hugged her up, then he used his teeth to grab her cloth, with a jerk of his head, he tore her clothe open. Revealing her soft pale skin.

The sound of her clothing tearing elicited a sudden gasp from Rhea, who then let out a fearful cry when she gazed into his pitch-black eyes. "Draven, you’re not yourself... Release me."

Draven didn’t respond, instead his cold lips pressed against her exposed skin, then without a trace of gentleness, he bit down on her shoulder. His sharp fangs pierced into her flesh, before he began to suck her skin to draw out blood.

Rhea bit down hard on her bottom lip to stop herself from crying out in pain. Soon after the pain, she felt the a warm sensation spread through her body. She could feel her blood being sucked by Draven. She no longer had the strength to struggle, she just lay there like a rag doll allowing him to hug her body and suck on her blood as he pleased.

Rhea’s eye looked up, she could see their reflection in the ice ceiling, their position looked like they were have an intimate moment together with the way he pinned her down. However, at this moment, Rhea’s hate for this dragon was only escalating even more. She had never suffered such humiliation from anyone like she did from this man.

While she was silently hating on him, he seemed to enjoy himself, he made low throaty sounds of satisfaction, his arms tightened around her waist as he continued to feed on her blood like a beast let loose with no attempt of stopping.

Rhea slowly started to feel her vision getting blurry. She knew she had already lost a huge amount of blood from the cave, and now he was sucking her dry again. If he didn’t stop right now, she feared she would soon die from lack of blood.

"...haven’t you had enough yet?" Her voice was very low, but it was enough for his sensitive ears to pick up. He stopped for a moment, slightly pulling his lips away before he bit into her skin once more and continued feeding on her blood.

Draven couldn’t bring himself to stop, Rhea’s blood was like a fatalitic attraction for his current state. He wanted to stop, but then he didn’t at the same time.

After a long time, he finally released his fangs from her flesh, the skin around where he sucked had turned deathly pale from lack of blood. Draven pulled away, his black eyes slowly returning back to blue. However, a few drops of blood from his mouth fell on her chest, and without hesitation he leaned down and stuck out his tongue to lick her chest clean.

Draven clenched his teeth as he still felt the urge to drink her blood, but he restrained himself and held her body tightly to fight the urge. Lowering his head into the crook of her shoulders, he closed his eyes and silently endured. After awhile he realized she wasn’t moving and looked up.

She’d passed out...