CHAPTER 3 #2
My clawed hand finds the heat between her legs, and I'm careful, so careful, not to scratch her with my talons. She's still wet from earlier. She's always wet for me now. It took years, decades, but her body learned. Her body knows what's coming.
"I wonder what you think of me," I say, stroking her slowly with the pads of my fingers.
"Do you hate me? Do you dream of killing me when you wake?
Do you remember that I tricked you, that I wore a human face to lure you away?
" I flip her onto her hands and knees, positioning her like a doll.
She slumps forward so her breasts rest on the bed, her ass is up in the air.
"Or do you love me?" My wings shift behind me, the iridescent blue membranes catching the afternoon light as they spread slightly for balance.
"I know I just had you," I murmur, running my clawed hands down her spine. "In the bath. But I can't help myself, treasure. I need you again."
This has been happening more often lately. Multiple times in a single session. Sometimes I take her five, six times before I can finally let her rest. The need is becoming insatiable, almost frantic. Almost violent.
I wonder absently if it's something to do with the curse. Some side effect of the magic keeping her suspended. I should check the spell work tomorrow. Make sure everything is stable.
But right now, all I can think about is being inside her again. Claiming her again. Making sure she knows she's mine, mine, mine.
I grip her hips and position myself behind her, pressing just the tip of my cock against her entrance. She's still slick from before, still stretched from taking me, but I don't push in. Not yet.
"You're such a desperate little whore," I growl, and the venom in my voice surprises me. When did I start sounding so cruel? "Look at you. Still dripping from the last time. Still ready for more. My perfect little slut. My heart. My fucktoy."
I push in just enough for the tip to enter. Maybe an inch, no more. The first ridge on my cock catches at her entrance, and I feel her walls flutter around just that small intrusion.
"Pathetic," I breathe, pulling back and pushing in again with the same shallow movement. The word feels wrong, tastes bitter, but I can't stop. "Pathetic how badly you need me. How your body begs for my cock even when you can't. My beautiful whore. My perfect love."
It's a lie. I'm the one who needs her. I'm the one who's pathetic.
I keep my hands firmly on her hips, refusing to touch her anywhere else. No fingers between her legs, no hand on her throat. Just my grip holding her in place while I tease her with barely anything. My claws dig in deeper than they should, and I see blood well up under the tips.
I should stop. I should be gentler.
I can't.
"Getting off on just the tip," I taunt, feeling her breathing start to change. "What would those princes think if they could see you now? Their precious princess, coming undone from barely being touched. Begging to come all over a dragon's cock. My perfect little slut. My love."
Her walls start to pulse, that telltale flutter that means she's close. I keep the rhythm steady. Shallow, teasing thrusts with only the tip.
"That's it," I groan. "Come for me. Come on just the tip of my cock like the desperate little whore you are."
Her breathing stutters, becomes rapid and erratic, and I feel her walls clench and pulse around just that small part of me inside her. She's coming, her body betraying her again, and I haven't even truly entered her.
And then I see it again.
Her lips part. Wider this time. And a sound escapes that’s soft, breathy, almost like a moan.
I stare at her face, my cock still barely inside her, my heart pounding.
That wasn't my imagination.
Her mouth moved. She made a sound.
The spell is breaking.
No. No, that's not possible. I reinforced it just last week. I bite her every time to keep it stable. It can't be breaking.
Unless...
Unless I'm going insane. Unless seventy-three years of this has finally broken my mind, and I'm seeing things that aren't there. Hearing things that don't exist.
"Good girl," I whisper, but my voice shakes. "Such a good girl, coming for me so easily. Coming from just the tip."
The moment her orgasm starts to fade, I slam forward, burying myself to the hilt in one brutal thrust. I need to feel her. Need to ground myself in something real.
"Good girl," I chant, pulling back and driving in again. The violence of it shocks me, but I can't stop. "Good girl." Another thrust, harder. "Good girl." And another, brutal enough that her body jerks forward. "Good girl, good girl, good girl."
The rhythm matches my words, each syllable punctuated by my cock splitting her open. My claws dig deeper into her hips, drawing more blood.
"You're safe here," I pant, fucking into her harder than I ever have.
"Those men who keep coming, those princes and knights, they want to take you away.
Want to use you. Want to fuck you like the whore you are.
But you're my whore. Mine. I kill them all.
I'll always kill them. You're protected here. Safe. Mine."
My wings spread wider as my pleasure builds, the iridescent blue stretching as my wingspan pulls out to its fullest extent.
"This will never end," I promise, my claws digging into her hips hard enough to bruise, to scar. "I'll keep you here forever. Keep you safe. Keep you as my perfect girl. My queen. My love. No one will ever hurt you. No one will ever take you from me."
I feel my orgasm approaching, my cock swelling inside her. My wings flap once, twice, and then spread completely as I come. A full span of iridescent blue stretched wide, catching every bit of light in the room.
"Mine," I roar, emptying inside her for the second time tonight. "Forever mine." I pump a few last times as I feel her pussy clenching around me. Accepting me.
"I love you," I roar, my voice breaking. "I love you, Adelaide. Only you. My perfect slut. You're my everything."
My seed floods her again, marking her, claiming her, and my wings slowly fold back as the last pulses fade.
I stay buried inside her for a long moment, catching my breath, staring at the side of her face.
Her lips are still. Her expression serene.
Did I imagine it? Am I losing my mind?
I carefully pull out and arrange her back on the bed. My hands are shaking. There's blood on her hips where my claws dug in. More blood on her neck from my bite.
What's happening to me?
Tomorrow I'll check the spell. Tomorrow I'll figure out why I need her more and more, why I'm getting more violent, more desperate, more unhinged.
But tonight...
Tonight I need to get away. Need to clear my head. Need to fly and feel the wind and remember who I am, what I am, before I completely lose myself.
"I'll be back soon, princess," I whisper, getting out of bed. "I just need... I need to think."
I walk to the balcony, my wings spreading wide. The night air is cold against my scales, sharp and clarifying.
Maybe I am going crazy. Maybe seventy-three years of this has finally broken something in me that can't be fixed.
Maybe I'm the monster everyone says I am.
I launch myself into the sky, shifting into my full dragon form as my wings catch the wind, carrying me up and away from the castle. Away from her.
But even as I fly, even as I try to clear my head, all I can think about is her lips parting. That soft, breathy sound.
And the terrifying possibility that she's waking up.
I fly above the forest treetops and through the mountain ranges that circle the castle.
The farther I go, the worse the pulling sensation in my core becomes.
That’s been happening more often as well.
I fly and sore until the pulling sensation becomes unbearable and I’m forced to return to the castle. To her.
When I return hours later, exhausted and no clearer than when I left, I curl around her sleeping form. My tail wraps protectively around her body as it always does. My wings follow suit, holding her close.
"Someday," I whisper as my cock enters her smoothly and slowly, "I'll wake you.” I'm terrified of what I'll see in her eyes. I don’t enter her for sexual gratification. I want to be closer to her. Always near. Always connected. Lately, I feel like I can’t get close enough to her. In the back of my mind I hear a small voice tell me it’s because my body needs her to be awake to fully connect with her. But I’m not ready for that yet. I’m not ready for her rightful hatred.
For her to leave me. I’m not ready for what she will say to me. Maybe I’ll wait a while longer.