Treasure Of Dragons, Royal Dragons Book 1 Chapter 68

Drago

Yesterday, Ash, Cole, and I got the absolute shit surprised out of us, when we overheard the triplets talking together in Elizabeth’s room. They were actually discussing the idea of having surgery to remove their wombs, so as to make them undesirable for breeding, and unsellable by us.

I walked into the room to three scathing looks, “Girls, what the absolute hell? Would you consider making yourself unable to ever have children to avoid arranged matings? Also, we didn't sell the 3 of you”

Elizabeth, my fiery daughter, who reminds me so much of her mother, stood up glaring at the 3 of us. Then she simply said, “Yes.”

“Yes, what exactly, Eli?” Ash asked her.

“Yes, I would gladly rip out my own womb to avoid the horror becoming nothing but one. Also, yes, you did sell us. The exchange of goods and services to gain another good or service is selling. The three of our wombs aka goods, and our pussies for them to fuck as services, were exchanged for cooperation and peace between families, aka a good or service. So, what you did meets the exact definition of selling. So, yes, you sold us."

The three of us were left utterly speechless in the wake of her rage and reasoning. We retreated to my office, where I immediately poured 3 drinks and handed them out as we all absorbed what had happened.

Cole asks, “What the fuck are we supposed to do?”

Ash answers, "The only thing we can do. Honor the signed agreement and let them see they are blowing this out of proportion."

We both nodded, not sure what else to do.

On the girl's 16th birthday, they refused to leave their rooms at all for a week. So, that was awful. The kids cried that the girls wouldn't come out and be with them. Ria had her hands full trying to soothe the kids. She didn't look at us.

On their 17th birthday, they came to the party, but no smiles, no talking really. They have all lost weight and look too thin. They are despondent, and sit in the other family's presence catatonic basically and don't speak or interact in any way.

Then Elizabeth, our spitfire, turns and quietly asks, "So, is this the point where you expect to sample the merchandise?"

Anthony Escarra simply said, "Excuse me, what do you mean?"

"Simple, we are merchandise, aka a womb and a pussy, so I wanted to know if this is the point in the transaction where you feel you should sample the merchandise to assure yourselves we are good breeding stock. So I was asking if I should just get naked, and spread my legs.”

My jaw was on the floor, first hearing my daughter refer to herself as a womb and pussy, and then casually talking about transactions, not to mention just spewing out about, getting naked and spreading her legs?

Anthony was shocked and not sure what to say. When we all remained quiet, she simply walked out.

Ria is determined that the girl's 18th birthday be a huge celebration. She got the girls to actually participate in the party planning. She is trying to make it memorable, but it sadly reeks of desperation.

She has become frantically desperate as of late, going so far as to get on her knees before us one night, begging us to stop this. We can't.

Tomorrow the girls turn 18. We are having a huge party. The other families are here. The next day, after the party Desiree will go home to mate the Escarras, Marielle will go with the Diamanis, and Elizabeth the Landrys.

Ria

Tomorrow my beautiful daughters turn 18. It's a day that I have dreaded since before they were born. However, I'm determined to make the day special for all 3 of them.

I'm so proud of the beautiful woman they have all become. They are caring and talented. They are articulate and able to stand up for themselves.

I have tried to instill in them that they are important, and loved. I wish I could remove this damn black cloud that's hung over their lives, but I have been unable. It is my biggest failing in life, not being able to protect and save them.

One more day, just one more day to love them fiercely, and then they will be taken away from me.

The guys say I'm just being dramatic, but I know. They will be forever altered no matter what. The knowledge they have of this bullshit, and what will happen to them at the hands of men they now hate, will change them forever.

I pray with every fiber in my being that I'll be wrong, and the guys will be right. I've never wanted to be wrong so much in my life.

I am sitting on Desi's bed fixing her hair while Mari lies next to us.

We are all quieter than usual. They did help me set up the party and that was huge for them. Honestly, I think they did it for me, their dads, and all of their siblings more than anything.

"I finally got done packing what I'm taking with me. Promise you'll put everything else somewhere safe, Mom?"

"Of course Desi, and if you realize you forgot something just let me know and I'll send it. How about you Mari?"

"I'm packed." Her voice was very subdued. She was my shy introvert, who had problems with new people. This was frying her nerves.

Desi was my social butterfly, but even she had pulled back and was trying not to panic.

Elizabeth suddenly entered the room with dirt on her jeans.

"Where have you been sweetheart?" I laughed at her.

"I was checking on the owls' nest in the oak tree." Elizabeth had inherited my affinity with animals, and she and I always had lots of friends.

I nodded and she plopped down on Desi's bed.

"Elizabeth, don't mess up my bed, you're all dirty, get off."

Elizabeth grinned and slid off to the floor causing Desi to huff in annoyance. She was fastidious about her room.

We all just hung out together having a mother-daughter sleepover. I had to leave to nurse my youngest 3-month-old Sarah, and check on the kids, but I wanted to be with them as much as possible.

I held them close, tried to love them as much as I possibly could in one night. I watched over them when they managed to get a small amount of sleep. I will do this one more time after the party tomorrow. The day after tomorrow would change absolutely everything.