Page 21 of The Dragon King’s Pet

“That’s different,” he mused, pulling his cock free as she gasped. “You have much less oral capacity.”

How many times had he done this before? Held a woman on her knees and taken her mouth as if it were her pussy? Mika was surprised by the flash of pure jealousy that bolted through her body. The king was making her pleasure him, but the thought of him being with any other female ignited a spark of anger.

“If he had pushed himself inside your vagina, he would have been truly harmed,” Casimer said. “Your tight little channel will be much hotter than your mouth. No man without dragon blood will be able to withstand its heat.”

As if to test the theory, Casimer pushed his thick finger between her pussy lips and found the welling seam where her desire lay. Tracing the very tip of his finger along her flowering channel, he teased her gently even as his cock continued to fill her mouth over and over again.

She moaned softly around his member, her thighs parting to allow his large hand easier access to her sex. Slowly but surely, he began to gather the liquid spilling between her tightest lips and spread it over the petals of her vagina, massaging her gently in circular motions that brought her a rush of pleasure.

Her mouth became more eager for his cock, her hips bucking against his hand. Instinct drove her motions, the writhing of her ass as she sought the hardness of his fingers. She became suddenly aware of a deep desire to have him inside her. The pleasuring would not be enough until she was filled.

“Easy, pet,” he murmured, his voice husky. “You will have me spilling my seed before you come for me.”

“More,” she moaned, pulling her mouth from his rod. “I want more of you.”

“You are not ready for me,” he said, his fingers sluicing in and out of her wet channel. “You are too tight. You will need stretching before you can take my cock inside you.”

“Women give birth there,” she reminded him.

“If you believe the body of a woman about to give birth and the body of a virgin craving a dragon cock are in any way similar, you are very much mistaken,” Casimer informed her, drawing his fingers from her pussy and dropping a light slap against her lower lips.

She gasped and jerked her hips up and not quite away from the direction of the slap.

“You are impatient and demanding,” he observed, sliding a third finger inside her along with the two he had previously withdrawn. The thicker intrusion stretched her more and made her moan with pleasure pain. He was right. She could not fit his cock inside her right now, but every part of her craved it. The wetter she got, the hotter she got, the more she needed to be filled with something besides fingers, even the thick fingers of a king.

She was soon writhing, grasping at his cock, her tongue making desperate circles of desire around the head where the taste of pure ecstasy was emerging in slow beads that burst upon her tongue, rewarding her for her efforts with a flavor unlike any she had tasted before. The dragon king’s pre-cum tasted the way he looked: rich, powerful, and utterly desirable.

The more she got, the more she wanted, until she was writhing on his fingers, her lips wrapped tight around his cock.

She broke free with a gasp.

“It has to be inside me,” she said. “It has to…”

“Easy, pet,” Casimer soothed. “Tasting my seed makes you…”

“Shut up and fuck me!”

“Oh, no, pet,” he growled. “You do not demand my cock. You do not demand anything at all.”

He pulled his fingers from her sex and brought them down across her pussy lips, catching the swollen mound of her pussy in a sharp slap that made her yowl with erotic pain. His hard fingers made another pass across her wet slit, one soft caress followed by another stinging slap.

“You are going to be a very sore little pet,” he growled, pushing his cock further into her mouth, muffling her complaints. “And you will be filled where I decide to fill you. Only where I decide to fill you.”

Her tongue lashed eagerly against his cock, drawing his seed. She could taste the ecstasy, and now that she was obedient, his fingers had returned to the task of pleasuring her greedy pussy, the sound of her wet sex being plundered by his hard digits almost as loud as that of her suckling on his rod.

“Mika…” Her name was like a prayer on his lips as he threw back his head and let out a roar of pure release.

She felt his cock twitch in her hands and mouth, growing thicker and harder, pulsing like a wild thing in her grasp. He gripped her sex, her clit grinding against the heel of his hand as the king’s cum poured forth, coating the wet walls of her mouth and suffusing her tongue. She swallowed time and time again as the volume of it threatened to overwhelm her. His cum warmed her throat and stomach, made her feel full and content.

“Yes, Mika,” Casimer praised, drawing back a little so she would not be overwhelmed with his seed. She was eager for it all, and did not waste a single drop, a fact that seemed to please him greatly.

“Now, pet. Now it is your turn,” he said when the last vestiges of his cum had been cleaned from his great cock.

Mika made no objection, though she did not know if it would have mattered if she did. The king flipped her onto her back and spread her thighs to gaze down at the juncture where her sex was open like a flower, her lips swollen and covered in the dew of her need.

Casimer extended his tongue and she felt the tip of it touching her inner lips. It was hot and wet to the touch, longer and more muscular than a human tongue, and infinitely more agile. She felt it ripple against her slit, the very tip of it circling the heated bud of her clitoris.

He knew her body better than she did. He touched her with an erotic intellectuality that made her senses soar. She must be much like dragon women, for him to know just how good it felt when his mouth closed gently around the top of her lips, catching her clit between them as he emitted a low growl that vibrated her yearning flesh.