Chapter 7 #3
“We are creatures of lust, pet, as are humans. It may be the one trait we share most strongly.” He rubbed her lower lips gently. “Is it too much for you? Are you becoming too tender?”
She turned to look at him, surprised. He had not made a concession to her feelings so far; to be asked if it was too much struck her as strange.
“Do you care?”
“I don’t want to break you, pet,” he said, grazing his teeth lightly over her shoulder and neck.
“I know you think of me as a cruel captor, and perhaps sometimes I fit that description. But what you perceive as cruelty has never been a desire to harm you. As you become more tame, I will solicit your opinions more.”
“I will never be tame…” Aria let out a little growl, which only served to make Vyktor’s hand slap her pussy lightly, the sting igniting her lower lips that were already swollen and aching from their vigorous coupling.
“Then you will be sore,” he promised, turning her onto her stomach. Aria laid there, pinned by his powerful hand, unsure what he was going to do to her. He reached down and spread her legs. She let out a little whimper, already regretting her words.
She expected pain, but instead she felt him exhale between her legs, very lightly blowing on her pussy.
There was a blush of heat that surprised and confused her, especially when he lifted his head and blew upon her bottom.
She thought she heard him mutter some quiet words, and the blushing warmth on her cheeks grew somehow and became much more intense.
She felt the soft wafting of air against her skin, and then a blaze sprang up.
“Ow!” She reached back to rub away the heat, but it did not seem to be physical and there was nothing she could do. “Ow, that hurts!”
“I have told you over and over, pet,” he chuckled darkly, pinning her hips in place as she writhed upon the bed. “I can command your body in ways you can barely imagine. I can bend your flesh to my will as I please… it falls upon you to obey me, and to act respectfully.”
He blew upon her bottom again, stoking the embers of the unseen fire that was consuming her cheeks.
Aria squealed, unable to escape the stinging heat.
Of all the tricks he had pulled, this one was perhaps the most humbling.
There she was, writhing naked upon the bed before him, her bottom blazing to heaven as a result of a puff of air from his lungs.
“Are you coming to understand, pet?”
“Yes!” She answered him quickly, for the heat was spreading, consuming her bottom from the very top to the very bottom and creeping down her thighs. She kicked and squirmed, unable to lie still as what felt like a hard paddling was transmitted to her bottom.
“Would you perhaps like to apologize?” he prompted her. She had not even considered an apology.
“I’m sorry!” She gasped the words. “Please, Vyktor…”
“Call me Master.”
“Oh, god, please, sorry, Master!”
The heat was still burning and prickling away, but as she said the words, it began to abate a little. Over the course of a minute or so, it receded into a comfortable warmth that felt almost nice.
She breathed a sigh of relief, tension fading from her muscles as the crescendo of sensation left her feeling quite drained.
Whatever he had done to her with his breath, it had done more than sting and heat her skin.
It had taken some of her resistance and transformed it into a dampness that was now lingering between her swollen lower lips.
“Spread your legs, pet.”
Aria thought about refusing, but the heat was too fresh in her mind. She let her legs part a little, and did not resist when he pushed them open more.
She felt his breath again, but this time it was not so hot. This time it was a tickling light heat that gently rose and fell along the length of her mound, teasing her pussy in the softest way possible.
“How do you do this?”
“It is one of our many talents, pet,” Vyktor said. “A dragon controls the elements within himself.”
“So you can do ice too?”
The breath continued, but the temperature changed. A cool gust swept over her lower lips in a tantalizing change from the previous heat.
“That’s… mmnnn… quite a party trick,” Aria moaned softly.
“What I most enjoy about you, pet, is your ability to bounce back from any chastisement. One moment you are begging for mercy, the next you are once more teasing me.” He lifted his hand and swatted her bottom the old-fashioned way.
Aria yelped, noticing that the sting from a physical slap did not fade nearly as quickly as the one magically inflicted.
“Pull a rabbit out of a hat, next?”
She was pushing her luck. They both knew it.
Some mad impulse still lived within her, wanted to see just how far she could push this man who had made himself her master.
She would probably never understand just how different he really was, but every time she tested him, some new ability seemed to emerge.
“You, my pet, are a brat,” Vyktor said, swatting her bottom harder still. “A brat with a sore sex who is taunting her master… if I did not know better, I would say you were yearning to be filled even though you are still tender.”
Aria bit her lower lip to stifle the moan that rose in response to his words. She was aroused. She could not help but be aroused. It was a reaction as natural as night becoming day; whenever Vyktor touched her, her body responded fully and without regard for its own limits.
“Do you want me to fuck you, pet?” He slid up over her back, nipped at her earlobe, and drawled the question in her ear. She felt his long, heavy cock sliding along the crevice of her bottom cheeks and felt her pussy clench in anticipation of being filled again.
Her answer was a soft moan, not truly verbal, but it did not need to be. They both knew what was needed now—what was inevitable.
“You are an insatiable little thing,” he drawled, letting his cock slide back over her bottom. The head of his dragonhood pressed between her still swollen lips and spread them, the sticky moisture of her arousal and the dregs of his seed easing his passage back inside her.
He was surprisingly gentle as he mounted her, brushing her hair away from her face to murmur soft words in her ear.
They were not English words. They were not human words, they sounded to her like some poetry from a very old, very distant place.
They were words with power, and as he pushed inside her tight, well fucked pussy, they soothed the ache and they settled her into a place of soft submission that was not entirely her own.
Aria arched her hips, parted her thighs, and took him deeply. She felt so content, so thoroughly filled—in some way more complete than ever before. When they joined, they became something different and something more than either one of them were apart.
Soon Vyktor’s hips were riding against her bottom in a steady rolling rhythm that stretched her over and over, demanding her pussy take him all the way. He had her impaled upon him, her quivering sex in thrall to him, her mind fogged with the pleasure and the song he was softly singing in her ear.
It was one of the most beautiful songs she had ever heard, rich and melodic.
As he made singing love to her, she felt the song sink into her and then images rose in her mind, evoked by his singing.
It was as if she did not just hear the song—she saw it.
Mist green waters leading to craggy cliffs dotted with carved dwellings.
High above them, winged creatures wheeled through the sky.
It was a world so much like her own, and yet so different. It was richer. Older. More powerful.
Her climax was coming again. It was a different kind of orgasm, not born of fierce rutting or absolute submission, but of a connection, a shared place that somehow she knew they were both linked to in some way.
They came together, wrapped in passionate embrace, bodies quivering with their exertion of the marathon session. It was only once her climax was over did she realize that tears had been running down her cheeks.
“Are you alright, pet?”
“That place…” She looked at him. “Where is it?”
“That is home,” he said, knowing precisely what she meant. “That is the world we came here to protect.”
“How did you show it to me? It was… so clear… like a vision… a hallucination.”
“Word-working,” he said. “It is an old skill. I’m sorry. Was it too much? I did not know if it would work at all with you.”
Aria looked at him, her eyes still welling with tears.
He had told her from the beginning that he was a creature of power.
He had hunted her down in his dragon form, he had torn her from her plane, and he had flown her hundreds of miles.
He had chained her, shown her abilities beyond her comprehension.
And only now that she saw his home did she begin to understand what he had been trying to tell her all along… he was her master.
Not because he had chained her. Not because he had punished her, whipped her, fucked her, but because he had shown her something of himself, something that allowed her to see him as something other than an invader with a power complex.
“It wasn’t too much,” she said. “But it was so beautiful…”
Vyktor was a man fighting for a world she could only dream of. Whatever was beyond the portal was also beyond human imagination. The glimpse he had given her made her feel a deep yearning and a sadness born of having seen something more majestic than anyone might imagine.
“There are two worlds at stake, pet,” Vyktor said. “Both beautiful beyond imagination. Both worth fighting for. When I came through the portal and saw this place, I knew then that humans would never cease their battle for this place. There is too much to lose.”
“I wish I could see that place.”