Page 27 of The Dragon's Pet
“You, my pet, are a brat,” Vyktor said, swatting her bottom harder still. “A brat with a sore sex who is taunting her master… if I did not know better, I would say you were yearning to be filled even though you are still tender.”
Aria bit her lower lip to stifle the moan that rose in response to his words. She was aroused. She could not help but be aroused. It was a reaction as natural as night becoming day; whenever Vyktor touched her, her body responded fully and without regard for its own limits.
“Do you want me to fuck you, pet?” He slid up over her back, nipped at her earlobe, and drawled the question in her ear. She felt his long, heavy cock sliding along the crevice of her bottom cheeks and felt her pussy clench in anticipation of being filled again.
Her answer was a soft moan, not truly verbal, but it did not need to be. They both knew what was needed now—what was inevitable.
“You are an insatiable little thing,” he drawled, letting his cock slide back over her bottom. The head of his dragonhood pressed between her still swollen lips and spread them, the sticky moisture of her arousal and the dregs of his seed easing his passage back inside her.
He was surprisingly gentle as he mounted her, brushing her hair away from her face to murmur soft words in her ear. They were not English words. They were not human words, they sounded to her like some poetry from a very old, very distant place. They were words with power, and as he pushed inside her tight, well fucked pussy, they soothed the ache and they settled her into a place of soft submission that was not entirely her own.
Aria arched her hips, parted her thighs, and took him deeply. She felt so content, so thoroughly filled—in some way more complete than ever before. When they joined, they became something different and something more than either one of them were apart.
Soon Vyktor’s hips were riding against her bottom in a steady rolling rhythm that stretched her over and over, demanding her pussy take him all the way. He had her impaled upon him, her quivering sex in thrall to him, her mind fogged with the pleasure and the song he was softly singing in her ear.
It was one of the most beautiful songs she had ever heard, rich and melodic. As he made singing love to her, she felt the song sink into her and then images rose in her mind, evoked by his singing. It was as if she did not just hear the song—she saw it. Mist green waters leading to craggy cliffs dotted with carved dwellings. High above them, winged creatures wheeled through the sky. It was a world so much like her own, and yet so different. It was richer. Older. More powerful.
Her climax was coming again. It was a different kind of orgasm, not born of fierce rutting or absolute submission, but of a connection, a shared place that somehow she knew they were both linked to in some way.
They came together, wrapped in passionate embrace, bodies quivering with their exertion of the marathon session. It was only once her climax was over did she realize that tears had been running down her cheeks.
“Are you alright, pet?”
“That place…” She looked at him. “Where is it?”
“That is home,” he said, knowing precisely what she meant. “That is the world we came here to protect.”
“How did you show it to me? It was… so clear… like a vision… a hallucination.”
“Word-working,” he said. “It is an old skill. I’m sorry. Was it too much? I did not know if it would work at all with you.”
Aria looked at him, her eyes still welling with tears. He had told her from the beginning that he was a creature of power. He had hunted her down in his dragon form, he had torn her from her plane, and he had flown her hundreds of miles. He had chainedher, shown her abilities beyond her comprehension. And only now that she saw his home did she begin to understand what he had been trying to tell her all along… he was her master.
Not because he had chained her. Not because he had punished her, whipped her, fucked her, but because he had shown her something of himself, something that allowed her to see him as something other than an invader with a power complex.
“It wasn’t too much,” she said. “But it was so beautiful…”
Vyktor was a man fighting for a world she could only dream of. Whatever was beyond the portal was also beyond human imagination. The glimpse he had given her made her feel a deep yearning and a sadness born of having seen something more majestic than anyone might imagine.
“There are two worlds at stake, pet,” Vyktor said. “Both beautiful beyond imagination. Both worth fighting for. When I came through the portal and saw this place, I knew then that humans would never cease their battle for this place. There is too much to lose.”
“I wish I could see that place.”
“Unfortunately, you cannot. The pilot who made land in our realm became very ill and perished within days. We have very high levels of radiation in our realm. It is what feeds us, to a great extent. We can take in nutrients in our more human forms, but in our dragon skins, we can absorb pure radiation. Unfortunately, you humans are not built in the same way.”
“So you didn’t kill him? We were told he was killed by your forces.”
“We absolutely did not,” Vyktor said. “Your leaders have been lying from the outset. They planned an invasion, and when they realized that one was not possible, they painted themselves as the victims of our armies. In truth, they simply started a battle they could not win. Instead of laying down the fight, they sacrifice their people for the sake of their egos.”
That sounded about right.
“You should have captured someone that mattered,” she said. “Nobody will care if I die here.”
“You are someone that matters,” Vyktor said. “You don’t see it yet, because you have been treated as little more than a bullet in a gun. One of many dangerous little things to be fired in the direction of the enemy. But you are much more than that, pet. I will present you to my men again tonight. It has been several days, and already you are making a great deal of progress.”
Aria shrank down against him.
“Are you shy, pet?” He murmured the question fondly, caressing her. “You should not be. You are beautiful. The men envy me having you.”
