Chapter 7
Aria woke to a world with a dragon, snoring next to her in the large bed that she had occupied with him.
It had been five days since she had been taken by Vyktor and he no longer kept her caged.
He had left the collar upon her, somehow lightly welded around her throat.
Metal responded oddly to Vyktor. He could pinch it and it would weld itself together.
She theorized that he must have some kind of thermal…
kinetic… she didn’t know the terms for it, but there was something in his fingertips, some way of passing energy through them that made metal bend to his will.
“I always know when you’re awake,” he said before even opening his eyes. “You start jingling around.”
“That’s because you practically have me belled like a cat.”
Vyktor opened one eye to look at her. “Why do humans bell cats?”
“To stop them from sneaking up on birds and eating them.”
“Ah,” he said. “Well, I have no fear of you sneaking up on any little birds. You’re not precisely a predator, are you, pet?”
Aria felt her nostrils flare. She hated the way he seemed to think that she was weak and delicate and incapable of doing harm. Maybe she couldn’t do much to harm him, specifically, but she was plenty dangerous of her own accord.
“You don’t know what I am,” she sulked.
“Perhaps not. We don’t know much about one another, do we, pet?”
“No,” she agreed. “I don’t even know how old you are… how old are you?”
“In your years? Hmm… it’s difficult to make the adjustment. But around four hundred years old, I suppose.”
“Wow, I got the relic part right,” she grinned, earning herself a slap to her bottom that she squirmed away from, using the covers of his bed to wrap her body into a safe little un-spankable cocoon.
“Time passes differently in our realm,” Vyktor said, shaking his head at her antics. “I would estimate my equivalent age to be around forty, perhaps?”
“Still a relic,” Aria laughed. “I’m in my early twenties.”
“In our realm, you would be closer to two hundred.”
“Remind me not to give anyone my age in dragon years,” she smiled. She was enjoying his company. She knew she wasn’t supposed to—especially given the way he had stripped her before his men and put her on display, but he hadn’t repeated the treatment since.
“I think it is time we returned to your training,” he said, as if catching her thought. “You are becoming far too informal, pet. I wanted you to settle a little, which I think you have done.”
Aria eyed him suspiciously from the safety of the covers.
“I’m already your prisoner. You’ve already chained me up and fucked me in front of everyone. What else is there?”
“So much, pet,” he smiled, reaching out to tenderly caress her face. “I need you properly trained.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means you submit well enough when I take you, pet, but I want more than that. I want you to submit of your own will.”
“I don’t think so,” Aria said, turning her head to nip lightly at his fingers.
“It is of little use to our enterprise if humans are only compliant when one is deep inside them. That is pleasant for the master, but hardly practical.” He responded to the bite by pushing his fingers toward her mouth, sinking them between her lips.
Aria pulled back rather than end up suckling on his digits.
“So this training you have in mind isn’t sexual?”
“Oh, it is sexual,” he smiled. “But the focus is on obedience, with the reward being your pleasure.”
“So you’ve been rewarding me all this time,” she said. “I didn’t know.”
“You knew, pet,” he said with a dark smirk. “Even when you were chained and taken before my men, you knew that it was your pleasure which was paramount, whether you obeyed or not.”
“It doesn’t feel good to be spanked,” Aria pouted.
“Is it common for humans to lie about what they like and dislike? It is a most confounding trait,” Vyktor observed.
“It’s not uncommon,” Aria admitted. “But that still doesn’t mean that I liked it… what you did to me.”
“Very well,” Vyktor nodded. “What you do next, you will only do of your own accord. There will be no question of it in your mind or mine.”
“I’m not going to be trained, Vyktor,” she said. “That’s not going to happen without your whips and chains.”
“I know you adore them, pet,” he said. “But you will enjoy this as much. Lie on your back and spread your legs for me.”
“No,” Aria said, figuring staunch resistance was the best way to drive this mad idea of his about her becoming a compliant little pet out of his head.
Vyktor let out a little snort. He did not seem surprised by her reaction, nor was he worried about it.
“Remember, pet,” he said. “I still control the limits of your world. The bed you sleep in, the baths you take…”
“If you have to threaten me into behaving, it’s not behaving.”
“Ah, so in your world, when you follow the laws set by your leaders, you’re doing it because you genuinely believe in every one of their edicts?”
“No, but they’re not the ones telling me I am a good trained little citizen pet.”
“Of course not. They wouldn’t be that honest. More traits of the human tendency to obfuscate the obvious, using words to mask the realities in which you live. Very, very strange. You must waste a great deal of time simply arguing without anything changing.”
“We do,” she said. “We have international panels dedicated to it.”
Vyktor reached out, grasped her by the leg, and tossed her over onto her back. The covers that had protected her from his ire flew off, leaving her naked body exposed as he kneeled up, his large frame looming over her.
Aria looked up at him with a half-smile, sensing that he was running out of patience with her arguments. Good. That would show him that he was not truly in charge of her.
“Let me see how you argue now, pet…” he said, sliding down her body until she saw his large shoulders and powerful head between her knees.
She’d drawn them up out of some kind of protective impulse, but they spread easily around his body as he lowered his head, and his tongue snaked out of his mouth to find the soft seam of her lower lips.
“Oh!” Aria let out a gasp. His tongue was hot against her pussy, much hotter than any ordinary man’s would have been. It was longer too, and more muscular. He had more control over it, a lesson she learned when she felt it move across her pussy in a slow, sensual ripple that made her moan.
Vyktor ran his tongue up and down her slit this way several times, teasing her lips into flowering for him, the sensitive inner folds engorging to meet the hot, wet tip of his dragon tongue. Aria’s fingers clenched in the bedsheets as her legs spread wide, inviting more of this heavenly sensation.
Aria had never really liked receiving oral sex.
Her general impression was of getting stubble rubbed all over her nethers while an enthusiastic partner lapped like some kind of mad dog.
What Vyktor was doing was entirely different.
He seemed to have mapped every little erogenous zone of her pussy as well as her body and now he was using his knowledge to full advantage, circling the bud of her clit, then sliding down the center of her slit to finally push inside her welling pussy, the thick muscle of his tongue spearing inside her with a wet heat that made her head fall back and a cry of pure ecstasy float to the rocky ceiling.
“Oh, god!”
She felt his tongue begin to move inside her, back and forth about three inches deep, the hot, thick flesh of him rippling inside her pussy. It was almost too much to stand. Aria’s hips bucked and arched, her need for him so great she forgot that she was not supposed to be lost in desire.
“Fuck… please… god… Vyktor…”
He pulled his tongue from her and sat back.
Aria’s eyes flew open. “What are you doing!?” She asked the question in a desperate whimper.
“Did you forget so soon, pet?” Vyktor looked down at her with those knowing catlike eyes.
“What?”
“This is a training session.”
“Oh, for…” Aria whined… “But…”
His hand slid between her thighs and found her greedy little pussy.
“I think you’ll enjoy it, pet,” he said, beginning to strum her sex. His eyes gleamed with certainty, which made her squirm as her breath came in shorter, faster pants.
“Just let me come!”
“Not yet,” he said, pulling his hand away, leaving her bereft once more.
“When I give the order, pet,” he said, “you will present yourself to be mated. You will kneel, place your hands in front of you, and lift your bottom as high as you can. If I ask you to present yourself fully, I mean for you to hold your bottom cheeks open so that your anus and vagina are both exposed.”
Aria flushed with hot humiliation. Even the thought of doing as he was saying made her quiver… but it also made her inner walls clench with anticipation, and her clit tingle.
“Present yourself, pet.”
He gave the order and she froze. He was asking her to debase herself before him. She should refuse. Of course she should. But it was so hot, and part of her wanted to do as he said.
“On your knees, pet,” he ordered, taking hold of the collar at her neck to enforce his will. He drew her up from her prone position until she was kneeling on the bed. She resisted a little, not that there was any point to it. He would have his way with her and they both knew it.
“Good,” he said when she was in position. “It is not so bad, is it, pet. Now, turn around and put your hands out in front of you. Lift your bottom. Let me see everything my pet has to offer me.”
Slowly, Aria did as she was told. Her pussy was aching with desire for him; his oral explorations had left her dripping wet, and even though her orgasm had retreated for the moment, she could feel it lingering about the tight little bud of her clit, waiting to surge forward at his touch.
She heard his growl of pleasure as her butt lifted and her pussy came into view.
“Such tender pink little folds,” he murmured, reaching to trace them gently. “Keep your hands down and your bottom high,” he reminded her as she began to squirm.