Life as a Royal’s Breeding Partner

Chapter 125 – Winning?

The knock was firm, almost like they were holding back to be polite. Mistress, or 'the' Mistress, liked to do that with me. Aurora gave me a look. She sees the glee in my eyes from escaping my lessons and sighs before calling them in.

"You may enter," Aurora says.

The door opens soon after, and a giant woman stands on the other side. A small maid can just barely be seen behind her.

"Hello, Alzi. I heard about yesterday from Shimmer, and I plan on fixing that issue. I have a better way to get in shape, and it would be bad form for us to keep you inside all day," the large woman says. Large isn't the perfect word for her, just muscles. The kind of women that I would take my time with on the massage table.

"Introductions, my Lady," the small maid peeps up.

"Yes, I'm Geta. Shimmer, I believe, gave you an overview of my workout. But I'm nothing if not flexible," Geta says. "So,"

"You are not flexible, my Lady. That is one thing we were hoping for. My Lady helps you have some fun while working out and you, Lady Alzi, could give her a massage and help work her muscles so she isn't so stiff," the maid says.

"I'm flexible in what I do to work out," Geta tries to correct.

"No, my Lady. You are just willing to work out longer if you have a partner who wishes to do something different," the maid says.

"So, Alzi, are you willing to give me a chance?" Geta asks.

I'm a bit stunned by the Geta just moving past the maid's corrections. The tall woman, Geta, a wife of mine, I guess, has blonde hair. Not Golden like Isda, but proper blonde down to her shoulders. Fair skin, human-looking, about my height, and her tits fit the large frame, if not a bit big for it.

"I guess," I say back. I doubt this will go better, but it gets me out of studying these damn letters. Sure this time, I feel like I'm making progress, but it still makes me feel stupid having Aurora repeat the damn sounds and letters over and over for what feels like forever just to memorize one more letter.

"Good, you should change. What I have planned will ruin a white dress and make it more dangerous to move in. I'll see you outside, Alzi," Geta says.

Everyone starts to shuffle about. Geta and her maid leave the door to slowly close as they head downstairs, and Aurora goes into the closet. I just sit at my desk, the letters taunting me from the page.

"Ready to change, my Lady?" Aurora asks, carrying similar clothing to yesterday, this time a deep purple.

I stood up from my desk and let her do all the work of removing the useless clothing she had me wear. Then she put on the same items I had yesterday.

"Where are the other two maids?" I ask. Are they not even trying to hide how lazy they are?

"You are the only one living on this floor, so they are keeping the other rooms clean while I work with you, my Lady," Aurora says while checking the clothing. "All set. Ready to go down?"

"Yes."

She gives me a small nod before leading me out of the room and to the back stairs. The hallways are empty as we pass through them. Isda really did lie to me about moving. Guess they don't want to have their breeding slave mingle too much with the nobles.

I can hear the soft, muffled tones of conversation as we make our way down the stairs. On the first floor, there is a small bustle of maids moving around doing something.

I'm not sure what maids really need to do. Magic should be good enough to clean everything, so why does the house need so many servants? Do they really need to show off wealth by hiring a bunch of people they don't even need?

I keep my mouth shut about their stupid display of wealth and follow Aurora through the house. She leads me through the back door and into the arms of Geta. As the chill air outside hits my skin, two strong arms wrap me up in a tight hug, and our breasts push together.

"You look cute in a simple shirt and pants. Now, let's go play a game," Geta says, releasing me from her warm grip. "I set it up in the same field you were in yesterday. I think it'll be fun." She takes me by the arm, locking our elbows, and half drags me off the porch.

We follow the same path as I did yesterday, Geta humming an odd tune. Passing the strange gardens, fountains, and attractions that fill the grounds. She leads me past the wall of ferns and to a corner of the great field where there are two piles of round rocks.

"Ok, I don't want you to dismiss this before trying it out," Geta finally starts. "So, here are the rules. I gathered some rocks that should be proportional in weight to our strength. I did a bit of guessing for you, so I'm sorry if they are too heavy. I know mages don't like or need to build up their strength like warriors do. But, anyway, we'll take turns throwing them at a target. I set up some rings to have a score that isn't just who tosses the stone farther."

Pointing over to the pile, then a little way into the field, "Closer to the middle, the more points you get, rewarding accuracy over pure strength. I'll show you the right form so you don't hurt yourself and actually build the strength needed to fly smoothly again. We all want to see our dragon wife soaring in the sky."

We come to a stop beside the piles of rocks. Five rocks each, and hers looks about twice the size of mine. Hardly seems fair to me. Geta must be much more than twice my strength.

"Don't worry about the sizes; we'll measure from the middle of the rock. I would've gotten mine the same size as yours, but weird things happen when you push the size too small without losing some weight, so that is the smallest I could reasonably get them," Geta says, walking over to her pile. "I'll show you the form and then give you some practice throws before we start."

She uses two hands to pick up a rock. Her feet push a bit into the ground as she forces the rock up. Carefully holding the heavy thing in her arms, she brings it to her sizeable chest. She takes two steps forward, just behind a white line she drew in the dirt, and extends her hands, launching the rock into the circles.

The rock lands with a deep thud, sinking into the ground a few inches.

"Ready for your turn?" she says, turning to me with a big smile.

"How does this help me with flying?" I ask. "I'm just throwing a rock. Isn't that just my arms?"

"No, no. Here, we can do the motion without a rock first," Geta says, beckoning me over to her. "Yes, ok. Now, you cradle the rock in your hands like that. Perfect. Let it find a soft home in your bosom before you move. Next you take two steps, getting in a deep bend. On the second step, you explode out."

She gives me a small display of the walk before continuing, "Starting from your feet, you extend your legs and force your arms up and out. The power comes from the entire body. Your back should be helping everything move seamlessly."

I try the motion out and wonder what it really would do.

"Yes, yes. Now do it again, but at full speed; then we can pick up a rock and launch that sucker at the target," Geta says, patting me on the back.

I step through the strange motions and throw the nonexistent rock. I still don't see how this will help me, but it shouldn't hurt to give it a try.

"Now with a rock. All of them should be the same weight, so just pick one," Geta says. The maids have found a spot to rest behind us. I can feel their eyes burning into my backside when I squat down.

I can't really blame them; I did it to Geta, and it is nice to know I look good enough to stare at. Maybe I'm in better shape than I thought?

I step over to the pile of small rocks and pick the closest one. It has a good weight to it, and it really needs two hands to lift and hold it. I put it in my bosom, as Geta showed, and stepped over to the white line.

"Just like you practiced," She encourages.

Two steps and launch.

The rock softly lands a few feet in front of me, far from the practice throw Geta made.

"You need to use your full body Alzi. Everything stems from the feet. I know you have good feet. I've heard the stories about the heels you can dance in. Give it another shot. I know you can get it to the target," Geta says, giving me a side hug, her hand resting on my ass a bit before I spin out and go for another rock.

Bold of her to tease a dragon. I'll show her the only thing keeping her from being bent over begging for my cock is this stupid collar.

Back at the line, I go through the motions again, this time trying to practical jump as I launch the stone.

It lands a bit away, within one of the circles, with a soft thud. Aurora claps a bit behind me, trying to get back into my good graces, I suppose.

"Hmph," I let out. "I think we can start."

"That is what I like to hear, dragon," Geta says with a low chuckle. "Don't go easy on me. I don't want you to have any excuses when I beat you. Each circle is worth ten more points than the one outside it. The middle is worth a hundred. So it goes ten, twenty, thirty, forty, and hundred."

She goes and gets her large rock as I pull back my first throw. She doesn't just pick up her rock but shows off and grabs mine as well. Handing it over to me without trying.

Are these really fairly weighted?

"I'll go first," I say already at the line.

I launch the rock again with my full body.

The soft thud comes back, and it lands in the third ring. I go to pick up the rock I rolled back.

"We will alternate turns. So wait a second on picking that one up," Geta says, giving me a small slap on the ass.

This damn girl.

Her first throw flies through the air, passing the middle spot and landing just behind it.

"Forty. You need to pick it up, Alzi, or I may just beat the mighty dragon," Geta teases.

"Hmph, just getting warmed up," I say, picking up the next rock.

I launch it, and it ends up next to my other rock.

"Consistent. That is good. Keep that up, and all we need to work on is your strength, and you'll be landing all five in the middle," Geta says as Aurora gives me more pity claps.

"I'll get them in the middle tonight," I declare.

"Would love to see it," Geta says.

Geta throws the next stone, this time just wide of the middle.

"Forty again. Looks like I'm trying to give you a backstop to throw into here."

My next rock falls short, getting me just ten points. Aurora still claps as Geta steps up for her third throw.

"Forty. I really can't get what I need here to put this away."

"Hmph, my last two will be a hundred."

"Don't just say it. Do it," Geta mocks. "Your turn is up. Two more chances."

The rock comes to a thud right next to the first throw. Just thirty again.

"Well, it is good to see the third throw was an outlier. Now let's see if I can get the middle now that three sides are covered."

The deep thud comes as the rock ends up just short.

"Looks like you love thirty points, and I love forty. Will you mix it up for the last throw?"

"I will."

I take my two steps and end up jumping a bit as I throw the stupid rock out. It disappears just behind Geta's rocks; the soft thud lets me know it landed.

"Come on, you can't do it with nothing in your way. Yet I put up a wall, and you land it perfectly?" Geta says. Aurora clapping, picking up some volume.

"Good job, my Lady," she even adds.

"Well, this should be game then. Are your rocks even small enough to make it to the middle?" I taunt out.

"Let's find out," she says, her eyes narrowing as she lines up her next throw.

It comes down with a loud clack as it hits her first four throws, launching them off the target. Her last throw landed next to mine in the middle.

"You knocked my rocks off the board!" I shout out.

"Not all of them," Geta says, shaking her head. "You have a hundred and ten points. I have a hundred. This is what I get for being nice."

"Nice! I've never done this before and look at your muscles!" I shout out at the moping girl. "This is only fair. You shouldn't have missed your first throws."

"Oh, I missed. I think I need to show this dragon who is the strongest here," Geta says, a wicked smile on her face. "I think Shimmer told you about grappling with me, right?" Slowly stalking over to me. Her body seemingly doubled in size. Looming over me.

Shit is all that comes to mind before I bolt.

Behind me, I hear her feet fall as she gives chase.

"I'll catch you, dragon! Gloating because I gave you lighter balls. Come on, let me see how big your real balls are!" Geta says, chasing after me.

I see a glow of light around me as I slam into a wall of flesh, falling onto my ass.

"Got you," Geta whispers, her weight falling onto me. Her hands pinning mine to the ground. "I got the mighty dragon. Now, your reward for winning is me carrying you over to the bath and washing you before dinner!"

"What?!"