Chapter 2 #2
“Pet, I could destroy you in the blink of an eye,” he reminded her.
“You are a tender, delicate thing and I am the monster your people have told stories about for generations.” He chuckled at her frown.
“Oh, yes, we are aware of your fairytales. Quite interesting, some of them. Your modern world seems to have lost much of the wisdom of the older peoples. The ones who knew that it was better to leave the dragons sleeping in their lairs than to go tearing holes in the sky…” He lowered his lips to her skin, his mouth finding her breast. Heat bloomed where his lips touched, as if there were some reaction between his mouth and her tender skin.
Her nipples rose erect in response to his touch, hot buds straining toward him.
“What a beautiful pet you will make,” he murmured as he kissed from her breasts to her neck, leaving a trail of heat in his wake. Aria moaned, her head falling back as his kiss made tingles race down her spine. “You will serve me well.”
“I will never serve you!” Aria’s outrage flared.
“You are not my master and I will not be your pet. I am equal to you in every way that matters,” she hissed in his face, yanking at her chains.
She wanted nothing more than to get at him and wipe that smirk off his face.
If only she still had her boots. A good kick to the face, that’s what he needed.
He looked at her, an expression of amused pity on his face. “You really believe that, don’t you,” he said in patronizing tones. “Little earthbound human, you can’t even fly,” he pointed out. “Not without a machine.”
“Yeah, but put me in one and I can out fly you any day…”
“I captured you in your little metal toy,” he reminded her.
“Only because it broke down,” she argued back. “If I was in anything decent, or anything that hadn’t been worn out fighting you assholes…” She trailed off, her boasts falling on deaf ears.
“Arrogant little pet,” he smirked. “That seems to be the quality all humans share, a total inability to understand how fragile they are. You have but one form, and it is soft and it is squishy, and it is prone to hunger and disease and a very early aging process… you are so weak… and yet you speak and act as though you were born into a suit of armor.”
“I don’t think you’ll ever understand what it is to be human, lizard.”
His palm met her bare bottom in a hard slap that made her grit her teeth and grunt.
“Language, pet,” he cautioned. “I will not tolerate your disrespect.”
“I will never respect you,” she seethed. “Not if I lived for a million years. You and all your kind are scum… ow!”
His hand landed harder than before, the leathery texture of his palm and his superior strength making her cheeks ache and sting at the same time.
“You’re a slow learner, pet,” he observed.
“And a reluctant one. That’s another quality I have observed in almost all humans…
the desire to do everything the hard way.
You could have capitulated when we arrived.
You could have turned your cities and resources over to us and been spared.
Instead you decided to fight an unwinnable battle.
” He shook his head. “Our commanders are still puzzling over that.”
“Maybe that’s because you’re cowards,” Aria shot back, not caring if it earned her another slap—which it did. Her butt was starting to ache in between his slaps, as her flesh tried to contend with the power of the dragon.
Worse than that though, she could feel a slow trickle of moisture at the very core of her being.
Why her pussy had chosen that moment to become excited, she didn’t know.
All she could do was press her thighs as tightly together as possible and hope that the reptilian brute interrogating her didn’t know enough to notice.
“Cowards, hmm?”
“There’s no honor or bravery in fighting a battle you know you will win,” Aria said. “Courage can only exist where there is risk.”
“I don’t know that doing battle with a lesser species makes us cowards,” he mused almost to himself.
“We are not a lesser species,” Aria snarled. “You’re a fucking fairytale character.”
Her captor smirked at her. “Don’t you wish that was true, pet.
Don’t you wish you could blink your eyes and wake up from this, find yourself tucked up in a nice warm bed, and realize that the big, mean dragon holding you prisoner was just a dream from a storybook.
” He ran his hand up the inside of her thighs and pushed her legs apart, bearing the molten core of her sex to his gaze.
“Sorry, pet,” he rumbled in her ear. “You’re wide awake. ”
Aria stiffened against her chains as his fingers began to tease along the welling line of her lower lips. He’d discovered her secret, and he seemed to know exactly what her state of arousal meant.
“We are not so different in some regards,” he murmured. “In our flesh forms, we have rods which can sink deep inside these tight little chalices you hold.”
Aria felt one thick, hot finger sinking slowly inside her sex.
She bit her lip to stifle the moan that threatened to rise to her lips.
He knew precisely how to handle her, this dragon.
He knew her every weakness. She tried to resist, but she was no longer trying to resist him, but the reactions of her own body as moisture continued to flow over his finger and her hips started to circle slowly, grinding her pussy on his digit as he chuckled in that superior way he had.
“Is that what you want, pet?” He growled the question in her ear. “Do you want my cock deep inside this wet hole?”
Gritting her teeth, Aria shook her head. He was seducing and insulting her at the same time, taking her instinct to fight and turning it against her by making it the source of her pleasure. Every time she struggled, his finger sank deeper and soon a second joined the first, stretching her wider.
“I think you’re lying to yourself,” Vyktor said. “I think you would erupt into orgasm if I sank myself inside you. You’re dripping wet.”
He proved his point by thrusting his fingers deep and hard inside her so the sound of her wetness was clearly audible.
Her pussy was clenching at his hard digits, but they weren’t quite enough, and the desire for something more made her arch her ass back in a silent plea for the one thing she had sworn she would never ask for.
She hated dragons. Hated them to her very core. So why was she suddenly consumed with desire for one? How could she want him so badly that she ached for him?
Vyktor pulled his fingers from inside her, leaving her wet and empty. “You are a delight,” he said with a dark grin. “You torment yourself more than I ever could.”
He slapped her bottom hard enough to make her yelp, which made him chuckle. “You are adorable,” he said, repeating the treatment. “Even when you are being obnoxious and resistant. You will be utterly irresistible when you are tamed.”
Aria snorted. She would never be tame for these creatures. She would resist them with every last breath in her body.
He unshackled her hands, giving her aching arms a rest. She crossed them over her naked breasts and rubbed her sore muscles. This was some cruel and unusual punishment. But then, what else could she expect from a fire-breathing lizard invader.
“I will see you soon, pet,” Vyktor said. “Think about what I have said. The wisest and best course for you is compliance.”
“I’ll think about that when you think about going to hell,” she shot back as he left the cage, pulling the barred door shut behind him with a thud that made her heart sink. Her resistance would only get her so far while she remained a captive.
Vyktor left her to her misery and time soon slowed to a near halt.
Aria sat cross-legged and rested her head in her hands, trying to figure out some means of escape.
There was no getting out of the shackles; they were too narrow to allow her foot to slip free.
And even if she did get free, she was naked and the temperature outside the dragons’ lair was freezing.
She’d die in a matter of minutes. So she needed clothes.
Even if she had clothes, it was a hell of a climb down the mountain.
The situation seemed truly hopeless. The only way she was going to get out of there was with one of the dragons’ help.
They’d have to send her out of there the same way she had come in, and the odds of that seemed very low.