Page 13 of The Dragon's Pet
“Oh! Oh! Oh!” She let out a series of gasps as her cunt started to contract around him. Her cries were soon answered by the dragon, his response a roaring rumble that made every part of her flesh vibrate as he pulled her down hard on his cock and unloaded his seed deep insider her, spurt after spurt splashing the walls of her bare pussy.
His cum dripped down his shaft and balls as he held her on his cock, and she whimpered softly with the shame and the pleasure of the most intense lovemaking she had ever experienced in her life.
The dragon kissed her, demanding her mouth again as she squirmed on his cock slowly, most of his cum still trapped inside her.
“Very good, pet,” he murmured. “Very good.”
CHAPTER 5
As the last tremors of his pet’s orgasm faded, Vyktor unchained her feet. He did not say a word to the others as she curled up in his arms and he carried her from the room, his point made more powerfully in that moment of silence than in any of the speeches he’d given at the outset.
He’d already prepared an enclosure for her, adjoining his own room. The craftsmen had been hard at work on the earth rock, and were finding it to be easy to fashion. Everything in the Earth realm was just that little bit easier to deal with than that in the dragon realm. Reality itself seemed more pliable here. No wonder humans had such a tendency to fantasy as a species.
Vyktor’s quarters were already rather lavish. The bed had been carved from the floor itself, topped with wool spun from the local sheep. It was immensely comfortable and he was tempted to lay his human pet atop it, but she had not earned a place in his bed yet. She needed to stay in the cage until her submission was eager. There could be no training if there was no hope of reward. Yes, he could beat her until she belly crawled whenever he came near, but he was not interested in the kind of submission that could only be achieved by cruel tyranny.
He opened the cage door and settled her down on the small round of bedding he’d requisitioned for her. This cage had been in his room long before he captured her, of course. It was all part of his long-term plan to settle the invasion. The bloodshed of the past month was of significant concern to him. Humans were far too beautiful and delicate to be wiped out—but they certainly made it difficult.
Aria curled up in the soft blanketed bed and allowed him to cover her naked form. He was not surprised that she was so tired. She had been through a great deal in a very short space of time.
“Sleep well, pet.”
If she heard him, she did not respond.
* * *
A scream in the night brought him from his bed. Vyktor rushed to the cage, where his pet was sitting bolt upright, her eyes wide, the covers clutched to her chest. He could see the pale effect of fear on her skin. She looked more frightened in that moment than she had at any time since her capture. Even when she’d been sitting in her downed aircraft, she had been braver and bolder than this.
“What’s wrong, pet?”
She stared at him with eyes that did not see. “They’re coming!”
“Who is coming?”
“They’re coming!”
He realized then that she was not entirely awake. She was having a nightmare. About him, perhaps.
“The invaders?”
“No.” She shook her head and looked dead at him with eyes that didn’t really see him at all. “They’re coming, Vyktor. They’re coming for you.”
“Who?”
“The old ones.”
A shiver passed down his spine. The words she had used referred to something she could not possibly know about. Something even he did not like to spend too much time thinking about. The old ones were what humans might have referred to as ‘true’ dragons. Beasts with no ability to take any form but their true one. Creatures filled with one desire: to consume. Others called them world eaters.
Vyktor’s people regarded them as little more than legends. In all likelihood, they did not exist. Yet the concept of them persisted throughout generations. Nightmares about them were not uncommon, especially in juveniles. From the reading he had done, Vyktor was aware that juvenile humans also shared primal fears of predators in darkness, monsters under the bed.
It was strange that the woman trembling in her blankets was having dragon dreams. But, Vyktor considered, he had filled her belly with his seed. Perhaps that had connected them in some way. Perhaps he had also created a link between Aria and the world from which he had come. Vyktor did not think such a thing was possible. But perhaps it was. Perhaps his eagerness to consider humans as a separate, lower species was getting in the way of his ability to see the connections.
“I don’t like them,” she whimpered, her eyes filling with tears. “They scare me.”
He did not know if she was still asleep or not. It was hard to tell; her eyes were wide open as if she were staring into some other world, reacting to the horrors she saw there.
“Shhh,” he reassured her. “You’re dreaming. Go back to sleep.”
She let out a sob.
