Chapter 25 #2
He squeezed with his fingertips just as his lips closed on my clit. Pain blended with pleasure in the best way and I wailed.
With his tongue and lips, Ardruc drove me toward ecstasy with single-minded focus.
In his iron grip, I couldn’t move, couldn’t get away, couldn’t take any pleasure for myself that wasn’t given. Couldn’t stop myself from screaming his name or from dripping and gushing into his mouth, even if he’d rigged the bet and didn’t deserve—didn’t deserve—
I broke with a cry, flooding his face as his fingers dug into my hips and held me right where he wanted me to wring every drop and wail out of me.
And he sucked and slurped noisily at my pussy for every moment of my release, because he wanted me to know he was drinking from me like a man who’d wandered in a desert for days and found a spring.
Oh, I’d get him back. I’d find a way. But for now, I let the dragon have his victory—plus two more.
As I whimpered and trembled and dripped from coming a third time, Ardruc indulged in a final long, slow lick of my pussy and raised me just enough to slide out from under me and out of sight behind my back—leaving me with my outstretched arms still wrapped in vines.
“Dragon,” I gasped. I tried to turn my head to see him, but our shelter was almost completely dark. He was nothing more than a shadow behind me.
“Little mate,” he murmured from the darkness. “I can see you. Delicious, dripping, helplessly bound little mate.”
Fabric tore.
“That had better not have been my jumpsuit,” I warned.
Another rip. “Worry not, little mate,” Ardruc said, his voice still soft. Was he directly behind me? “I will not force you to return to the station in the state of undress I prefer you in.”
I didn’t hear him moving, but suddenly soft fabric covered my eyes. I yelped and tried to pull away, but something circled my waist and held me still: Ardruc’s long tail.
The fabric went tight around my head as he tied it snugly. Now I really couldn’t see anything. My breathing sped up and my heart raced. “Ardruc—”
Something hot and wet swirled around my left nipple. His tongue. I gasped.
“Yes, little mate?” His voice, still soft but now edged with a growl, came from somewhere to my left. “Mmm. Such a tasty little morsel for a dragon.”
I moaned and squeezed my thighs together.
Another delicate lick—this time, my right nipple. I jerked and whimpered.
“You sound so delectable when you whimper,” he said, his lips near my ear. “It makes my cock drip, little mate. It makes my balls tight.”
Straining to figure out where he was and what he might be doing had all my senses and nerves taut and tingling. So when his hand gripped my ass, I almost screamed.
“You might make me come when you scream,” he said, caressing the curve of my ass so lightly that my skin pebbled. “I think I will have to keep you from screaming, at least for a while. Open your mouth, little mate.”
I opened my mouth, ready for his delicious cock. Instead, a piece of knotted fabric that tasted like Ardruc’s scent filled my mouth. Oh, gods. I moaned.
His fingertips stroked my pussy, slipping over the slickness that dripped there. I gasped, the sound muffled by the fabric.
“Would you prefer to be able to scream?” he asked, stroking gently. “Or should I tie this fabric around your pretty mouth?”
“Tie it,” I said, or tried to say. The words were indistinct.
With a chuckle and a puff of smoke that smelled so good I moaned, he did.
“Now this is a beautiful sight,” he said. He bit my shoulder lightly and then laved it with his tongue. “You are trembling, little mate. But you are not afraid, are you?”
I shook my head. I wasn’t afraid in the least—not with my dragon.
His fingers returned to my pussy. I moaned into the fabric as he caressed me and then dipped his fingertips into me.
“You are so aroused, little mate.” His fingers slid from me and I heard him licking them. “You taste even more delicious now.”
He pleasured me with his fingers, murmuring in my ear as I rode his hand. I gasped and groaned into my improvised gag.
“Come for me, beautiful Elena,” he commanded, his other hand gripping my hair and pulling my head back just enough to hurt. “Come on my hand like a good little mate.”
I screamed into the cloth and climaxed, shaking and crying out. He was right beside me the entire time, but I couldn’t see him, couldn’t see anything at all. Being so helpless and at his mercy made the orgasm even better somehow.
“Little mate, I wish you could see how beautiful you are when you come like that,” Ardruc said, stroking my hair as I trembled. “I will see it every time I close my eyes.”
His hand slipped from my pussy. I whimpered at the loss.
The shelter fell silent.
I turned my head to the right and left, trying to catch any hint of where Ardruc was or what he was doing, but I heard nothing. My muffled sound of protest earned a soft chuckle, but I couldn’t tell where it came from.
“I am going to release your arms,” Ardruc said into my left ear. “Do not move.”
I nodded.
The vines loosened. I winced as I lowered my arms to my sides. They’d been stretched out just long enough to ache.
Ardruc’s hot fingers massaged my right arm and then my left, banishing the twinges. I moaned in bliss.
“On your hands and knees now, little mate,” he murmured in my ear when all the aches were gone. “And spread those beautiful legs for me.”
Quivering and dripping, I did as I was told.
With vines, he tied my wrists and then my ankles in place. I imagined how I might look and wished I could see—wished we had something to record this for later. Hmm. Something to think about in the future.
“I am admiring the view, little mate,” Ardruc said from behind me. “How lovely and wet you are.”
A single fingertip delved along the cleft of my ass and traveled slowly until it reached my slit. I moaned into the cloth.
“Such a beautiful pussy,” Ardruc said. “I need to fill it with my cum, little mate. I need to see my cum running down your legs. Do you want me to fill your little pussy until the cum drips down your thighs?”
I nodded.
“What about your pretty little ass, little mate?” The finger traveled back up and teased my asshole. “Do you want me to fill you here too until you overflow?”
I nodded even more vigorously, already panting with anticipation.
“Good.” He rumbled, and I heard him stroking himself. The slick, heavy sound made me moan and gush. “What a good little mate you are, Elena.”
I sensed him right behind me just before the thick head of his cock rubbed over my pussy. “Can you take me like this, little mate?” he asked. “Can this sweet little pussy take a big dragon cock?”
The thought of being stretched by his cock made me shiver hard. I nodded. “Yes,” I tried to say around my gag. “I can take you.”
Somehow he understood. “You will take me,” he said, and the way he said it—as a statement of fact—made me moan louder. My slickness dripped down my thighs.
His cock head rubbed along my slit again and again, and then pushed against my pussy. It felt enormous—bigger than before, though that wasn’t possible. Did my blindfold and restraints make him feel larger? I cried out.
“Little mate, little mate,” he crooned. “Take your dragon.”
His cock head pushed inside me. Oh, gods—it felt so good to be stretched. I wailed.
Slowly and steadily he thrust, pushing deeper and deeper and stretching me so impossibly that I was screaming into my gag and shaking. I wanted more. I wanted all of him. I wanted him to fill me until I was shaped around him.
Something much larger nudged against my pussy. He rumbled and dug his fingertips into my hips. “Do you feel my knot, little mate?”
Breathing hard through my nose, I nodded.
“Do you know what that knot is for?” He withdrew and thrust deeply into me again so his knot bumped against my pussy.
I wailed. “It is for you, little mate. My body made it for you and you alone to take.” He bent over me and wrapped his hand gently around my throat.
“But you will not get it until I fill your pussy and your ass on this bed. Do you understand?”
I nodded again emphatically and arched my back so I could take him better.
“My body changed form for you, Elena, just as your sweet pussy is learning to take my cock.” He rumbled. “You are a dragon’s true mate, my love. A dragon’s most precious treasure.”
He returned his hands to my hips and thrust shallowly until the ridges on his cock found my G-spot. I cried out.
“Ah, yes, that is what my little mate likes,” he murmured, and rocked back and forth right in that spot. “Come on my cock, my love.”
I came for my dragon, screaming into the gag and nearly falling over. Only his grip on my hips kept me up on my knees.
As I orgasmed, he thrust deeper and harder, drawing out every wonderful wave of pleasure and forcing me to dig my fingers into the moss and twigs of our bed for purchase.
“Elena,” he groaned. I whimpered, desperate to be filled. “Little mate, little mate…” The words were like a song.
Growling, he wrapped his hand in my hair and his grip hurt so perfectly that I wailed into my gag.
One hot pulse at a time, his cum filled me and spilled over to run down my thighs just as he’d promised. I wanted to see it. I wanted to see him. I hated that I couldn’t, and I loved it too.
I loved the way my dragon had held me while I raged and cried. I loved the way he tied me up with vines and his ripped shirt. I loved the way he gave me everything I wanted and needed when he filled me. I loved…
My dragon.