Page 16 of The Dragon's Pet
She would have bit him, but the powerful hands made it almost impossible to close her mouth. Vyktor used her mouth to pleasure himself with the supreme confidence of a creature who knew he had her completely in his control. She tasted the tang of him, something she had never encountered in a human man, a metallic, perhaps earthy taste that was subtle but present.
“I filled your pussy last night,” he said. “You brimmed with my seed. It was beautiful to see the soft lips of your sex coated with my cum. Today you will swallow it.”
He had a way of speaking, that deep, accented tongue that made his crude words sound like poetry and made Aria’s pussy quiver. She hated that reaction. There she was, on her knees, having her mouth fucked for her disobedience and she was growing wet at his words.
The dragon pulled his cock from her mouth and looked down at her, his golden eyes gleaming with pleasure. “Do you need me to hold you open for me? Or will you pleasure me as I ordered?”
Her jaw was starting to ache, and she knew it would be much easier if she simply obeyed him. It wasn’t as if she had a choice; one way or another he was going to fill her mouth with his cock. And yet the notion of submitting to his desire filled her with a heated embarrassment. Her hips were squirming, her bottomrubbing against the back of her ankles as she battled with the question.
“Do let me know, pet,” he drawled, pushing his cock back into her mouth in one long stroke, then removing it again.
He repeated the process half a dozen more times before she finally capitulated, his cock gleaming with her saliva as she whimpered and spoke. “Fine, I’ll do it…”
“You will ask me nicely, pet.”
“What!?”
“Ask permission to suck my cock.”
“Please,” she grated between clenched teeth. “May I suck your cock?”
“You may, pet,” he said, releasing her entirely.
She hesitated, knowing that he would take matters into his own hands again if she did not go through with it. It had almost been easier when he had her head in his hands, then she didn’t have to slide her own mouth onto his member. Then she didn’t have to wrap her lips around his cock herself and take it deep into her hot mouth, her tongue lapping at it as she found herself beginning to enjoy the taste.
“Good pet,” he praised, running his fingers lightly through her hair. “You are very good at sucking my cock, pet.”
Aria blushed. He spoke the words as if they were genuine praise. She was now judged by her ability to pleasure him. Her skills, her many other qualities were irrelevant in that moment. All he cared about was how well she licked and suckled and tended to his thick, hard cock.
She couldn’t help but try to please him. Not because she wanted him to feel pleasure, but because of her inner drive to do well. He had tapped into an easily pervertable desire for success, the same desire that had gotten her so far in life was now channeled into bobbing her head along the length of her most dire enemy’s cock.
Vyktor let out a groan, his fingers curling in her hair. She felt his hard flesh throbbing against her tongue. He began to thrust back, filling her mouth over and over. He was so long he could have easily taken her deep into her throat, but in spite of his command, he did not go any deeper than she could easily take. Her hips squirmed with every thrust deep inside her mouth, as she was reminded time and time again of his strength and her vulnerability.
His grunts and growls were becoming more frequent and intense. She felt his cock thickening in her mouth as his climax drew closer. He was going to come from fucking her mouth. He was using her, and she was responding in a way she barely understood. Why was this so hot? Why was her pussy so wet? Why did she…
“Pet!” he gasped as his cock stiffened and his seed began pumping over her tongue, flooding her mouth with enough volume that she had to swallow in order not to be overwhelmed. No wonder his seed had run so freely down her thighs last night.
“Very good, pet,” he said, releasing her hair so she could pull away, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
The taste of his seed was rich on her tongue. It did not taste like a human’s semen, it was a more complex flavor, maybe a little better tasting, less bitter. She didn’t know. She didn’t want to think about it too much.
His earlier words were ringing in her ears, not just the embarrassing commands, but the reason why he had taken her, and the reason he was giving them. She was the whipping girl for a species. It wasn’t fair, but that didn’t matter to him.
“I hate you,” she growled, wiping his cum from her lips.
“Keep saying that and you may yet convince yourself that you still believe it,” he smiled at her. “You are already beginning to like me, pet. It galls you that someone who treats you this way could also have a place in your affections, but it does not stop it from happening.”
He was such an arrogant asshole. His ego truly knew no bounds.
“In your cage, pet,” he said. “And I will bring you food.”
* * *
After bringing her something to eat, Vyktor left for several hours. Once again, Aria was left to her own devices to try to process what had happened to her. She’d challenged him to make him take her, and he had not hesitated to do so. She would have to be more careful about what she said to him. He didn’t have the same socialization that human men did. He didn’t know or likely care that he wasn’t supposed to do what he had done. He had taken her at her word, and for once in her life, Aria had gotten precisely what she had asked for.
It was easy to forget sometimes that these creatures were not human. Even with his strange eyes and the scaling on his body, his easy albeit accented command of the language made him feel familiar to her. She nibbled on the food he had brought her—a bowl of dry cereal. The dragons must have looted a supermarket at some point and followed the directions on the box. She didn’tknow what they were eating, though there were complaints from farmers that cattle and sheep were being taken in the night.
The notion of escape returned to her, but again she could not fathom how she was going to escape down a mountain with only a blanket for cover. There was no way she was getting out without a full set of clothing, most of it insulated. And even then, her odds of survival were low. Vyktor didn’t seem to have any plans to kill or harm her, so the best choice—even if she’d had one, which she didn’t—was to stay put. Stay put, eat her dry cereal, drink the melted snow water and try to think about a way to convince the dragon to return her of his own accord.
