Chapter 4 #2
“I can,” she said, her hips squirming as she looked into his eyes with a desperate gaze. “I’ve been working on it for a long time. The physics was settled before the war. It was just a matter of containing a smaller, more controlled reaction.”
His brows quirked and the tip of the leather performed a circle around her clit. “Why?”
It was almost impossible to remember, to concentrate, to form words, but she had to or she knew that the lash would return, possibly harder.
“I… ummmm… needed to see this place for myself.”
“Why?”
The lash slid lower, drifting over her inner thighs, back and forth like a sensual pendulum.
“I just had to,” she moaned. “I don’t… I can’t explain it. Please… you have to believe me.”
Perhaps it was the note of desperation in her voice that made the dragon drop the lash, but not the leash. He kept the latter firmly in his hand as he crouched down on the bed, his fingers tracing down her belly and stopping just short of her soft mound.
“You have come a very long way for something you can’t explain,” he murmured, caressing her prone body with a gentle, appreciative touch.
He wasn’t giving up his line of questioning, she realized.
He was just changing tactics. He had denied her all modesty physically, and he seemed to be just as intent on laying her mind bare as well.
She squirmed and moaned as his hand moved down further and cupped her sex, handling her with a mastery that left her weak to his charms. It was as though he had total claim to her body, his fingers tracing a gentle path between her lips, the folds of her sex flowering with the dew of her juices as he began to tease her, the lash in his other hand and now trailing across the underside of her breasts.
“I can’t think when you do that,” she murmured.
“I don’t want you thinking,” he replied. “I want you telling me the truth.”
“I have,” she moaned as he massaged her pussy, his middle finger finding the wet entrance of her body. “Oh, god… I have.”
“Hmm,” he mused, sliding his thick digit in slowly until it met the barrier of her hymen. “What is this, you are closed…”
“I haven’t been with a man before.”
The finger slid away and he looked at her with an expression of wonder and concern. “But you are mature…”
“Yes.”
“How could you be untouched?”
“Not every woman has a partner,” Kate said, her hips arching almost instinctively toward his hand even though it was no longer between her legs.
“Why?”
“Because I had my work… making the portal. I had no time for men.”
“No time for men. And what of the men, they had no time for you? Such a beauty?”
“I’m…” Kate lowered her eyes. “I am not a beauty.”
The dragon’s brows lowered over his magnetic golden gaze and he ran his hand from beneath her breast, over the curve of her waist and hip.
“You are soft, you are curvy, you have delicate skin and lips which pout deliciously when you are unhappy. You are beautiful, Kate. Your men must be blind not to see that.”
“I’m usually wearing clothes too,” she said. “I don’t exactly dress to be noticed.”
“Not with me,” he said. “With me your body will rarely, if ever, be covered. I want to have your beauty on display.”
His hand slid back between her legs and she let out an appreciative little sigh.
What had begun as an interrogation was turning into a slow seduction as the dragon lowered his head and began to explore her tied and leashed form with his lips and tongue, the former of which left traces of warm fire across her skin.
“I can’t stay,” she moaned. “I have to go back. You have to let me go.”
“That is out of the question.” His lips captured her nipple, his tongue playing against the pink bud as his fingertip plunged back between her lower lips, toying with the virginal entrance of her body with a sure touch.
“Please, you don’t understand…”
“I am a dragon, Kate,” he growled. “When I discover treasure, I keep it.”
“You must let me go,” she moaned.
“Let you go? This is what you wanted, is it not? This is what you crossed the divide between worlds to obtain. You came to mate.”
“I came to study…”
“Study? Ha! Young virgins do not come to a dragon’s lair to study.
They come to be deflowered and made virginal no longer.
This barrier between your thighs, this little scrap of skin.
It is all that stands between you and the full realization of your womanhood.
It is mine. I will take it, and you, as my own. ”
* * *
Truth be told, Vilka found this naked woman so entrancing he was almost inclined to forget about his initial reasons for stripping and binding her.
Interrogation was far from his mind as he explored her exotic body.
Female dragons were very different creatures with their scaling and their relatively low libidos.
With life spans as long as theirs, female dragons were not driven to mate very often and their bodies certainly did not respond the way this human woman’s did, with a perfumed scent that threatened to drive him wild with desire.
Everything about her called to some part of Vilka that had long been denied, a craving he had tried to pretend did not exist.
Her body was beautiful in a way he had not encountered before.
She was so responsive, his every touch drew a gasp or a moan, and her curves undulated for him in a way that enchanted a primal part of his mind.
He spent long minutes simply caressing her body, examining every delicate inch of it.
She seemed to have so many sensitive areas, her sex foremost among them, but there were more places too…
the lobe of her ear produced a full body shiver when his lips closed about it in a kiss.
His cock was straining and throbbing. The tip of it was gleaming with traces of his seed.
He wanted her badly, and her desire was just as great.
The ties were entirely unnecessary to keep her beneath his body and he loosened them until they were no longer holding her in place, though they remained around her wrists and ankles.
Her legs wrapped around his waist with some instinctive movement that brought the thick head of his cock in contact with the soft, wet slit leading to the entrance of her body.
Her beautiful mineral-hued eyes widened as she felt him there, the heat and hardness of his member contrasting with the soft wet skin of her folds.
Vilka drew his hips back and allowed the head of his cock to run gently up and down the length of her virginal pussy, spreading her lips around his shaft before drawing back again.
He would not enter her, not yet. Not until she begged in that sweet voice.
“Please…” she moaned. “This… I…”
“What do you want?” He murmured the question against her lips. “Tell me…”
She couldn’t form the words, or wouldn’t.
Vilka resisted the urge to simply plunge himself inside her, keeping control of his desire.
She was delicate and soft and he did not want to do her damage.
She was writhing beneath him now, her hips rolling with an enticing motion that made it harder to resist her tight slit.
“Find your words, human,” he murmured, sliding down her body. “Neither one of us can resist much longer. You have been innocent too long. And I have hungered too long.”
He saw her eyes widen as his mouth made contact with her soft lower lips, his tongue finding the wet slit where her juices flowed and lapping at that secret river with a reverent desire.
Her sex was a delicious little maze of soft lips protecting the little hole through which his cock would soon gain entrance to the tight confines of her pussy.
“Please… please…”
Her moans soon became incoherent, her body moving with an unmistakable invitation. The more he licked and teased and kissed her lower lips, the more desperate she became.
“Tell me what you want,” he insisted.
“I want you inside me…”
That was all Vilka needed to hear. He let his tongue trail slowly between her inner lips, find her tight little hole and push inside it.
He tongued her pussy for several minutes, stoking her fires even higher.
He could feel her tugging at the leash with every movement she made, her movements becoming more frantic as she came closer to the climax he had no intention of allowing her to have just yet.