Chapter 6 #2
Vyktor let out a groan, his fingers curling in her hair.
She felt his hard flesh throbbing against her tongue.
He began to thrust back, filling her mouth over and over.
He was so long he could have easily taken her deep into her throat, but in spite of his command, he did not go any deeper than she could easily take.
Her hips squirmed with every thrust deep inside her mouth, as she was reminded time and time again of his strength and her vulnerability.
His grunts and growls were becoming more frequent and intense.
She felt his cock thickening in her mouth as his climax drew closer.
He was going to come from fucking her mouth.
He was using her, and she was responding in a way she barely understood.
Why was this so hot? Why was her pussy so wet? Why did she…
“Pet!” he gasped as his cock stiffened and his seed began pumping over her tongue, flooding her mouth with enough volume that she had to swallow in order not to be overwhelmed. No wonder his seed had run so freely down her thighs last night.
“Very good, pet,” he said, releasing her hair so she could pull away, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
The taste of his seed was rich on her tongue. It did not taste like a human’s semen, it was a more complex flavor, maybe a little better tasting, less bitter. She didn’t know. She didn’t want to think about it too much.
His earlier words were ringing in her ears, not just the embarrassing commands, but the reason why he had taken her, and the reason he was giving them. She was the whipping girl for a species. It wasn’t fair, but that didn’t matter to him.
“I hate you,” she growled, wiping his cum from her lips.
“Keep saying that and you may yet convince yourself that you still believe it,” he smiled at her. “You are already beginning to like me, pet. It galls you that someone who treats you this way could also have a place in your affections, but it does not stop it from happening.”
He was such an arrogant asshole. His ego truly knew no bounds.
“In your cage, pet,” he said. “And I will bring you food.”
* * *
After bringing her something to eat, Vyktor left for several hours.
Once again, Aria was left to her own devices to try to process what had happened to her.
She’d challenged him to make him take her, and he had not hesitated to do so.
She would have to be more careful about what she said to him.
He didn’t have the same socialization that human men did.
He didn’t know or likely care that he wasn’t supposed to do what he had done.
He had taken her at her word, and for once in her life, Aria had gotten precisely what she had asked for.
It was easy to forget sometimes that these creatures were not human.
Even with his strange eyes and the scaling on his body, his easy albeit accented command of the language made him feel familiar to her.
She nibbled on the food he had brought her—a bowl of dry cereal.
The dragons must have looted a supermarket at some point and followed the directions on the box.
She didn’t know what they were eating, though there were complaints from farmers that cattle and sheep were being taken in the night.
The notion of escape returned to her, but again she could not fathom how she was going to escape down a mountain with only a blanket for cover.
There was no way she was getting out without a full set of clothing, most of it insulated.
And even then, her odds of survival were low.
Vyktor didn’t seem to have any plans to kill or harm her, so the best choice—even if she’d had one, which she didn’t—was to stay put.
Stay put, eat her dry cereal, drink the melted snow water and try to think about a way to convince the dragon to return her of his own accord.
When he returned he carefully locked the door of his room, and then opened her cage, allowing her to come out. She didn’t move from where she was sitting. The blankets were the only form of modesty she had, and she was not going to give them up easily.
“What do you want?” She asked the question with more than a touch of attitude, lifting her chin in a cocky pose that was supposed to tell him that she didn’t care what he did to her.
His response made her mouth drop open.
Vyktor stood over her at the cage door, looking all the taller as his golden eyes gazed down at her. “I want you to tell me what life as a human is like.”
“If you assholes stopped burning everything, you’d find out quickly enough,” she said when she had recovered from the shock of a question unrelated to his ongoing erotic mastery of her.
“It is regrettable that so much violence has taken place…”
“So stop it already!”
“That is difficult, given the extreme hostility we have been met with.”
“You lizards came here and started attacking us first,” Aria pointed out.
“No.”
“What? Don’t lie to me, I know exactly what happened. We all do. We saw the portal open. We lost a man in there! And then you all came flooding out…”
Vyktor’s brows dipped for a moment. “Do you really think it was that simple? Do you think we were all milling on the other side waiting for humans to let us in so we could destroy your world? Are humans truly so self-centered that they believe all of life revolves specifically around them?”
Aria got the distinct feeling that she was missing something, though she didn’t know what. He seemed almost insulted by her accusations of dragon aggression, which meant that he was either dangerously deluded or he knew something she didn’t.
“Humans respond to aggression with aggression,” she said. “We didn’t start this war. Well, not on purpose.”
“When the portal was opened, it caught us by surprise,” Vyktor explained with a tone Aria could only describe as patient.
He was talking to her as if she was perhaps too dense to understand what seemed to him to be very obvious.
“It caused a great deal of damage in the process. The human side of the rift is located in the middle of a desert. On the dragon side, a great chasm suddenly opened in the middle of one of our largest colonies. It took many lives.”
“Oh,” Aria said, feeling compelled to apologize, but thinking that it would not come across as sincere. “I didn’t know that, I am sorry.”
“You mentioned losing a man,” Vyktor continued. “He came tearing through the city and crashed into one of our greatest monuments. He survived the immediate impact, but fell ill hours later and passed within a day. There was nothing we could do for him, though we tried.”
“I didn’t know that,” Aria repeated herself, hating how weak the words were.
“No,” Vyktor said. “You did not, because from the beginning, the human response has been to fly your creations of aggression wherever you please, ignoring the sovereign territory of others, and once there, shoot first and never stop to question anything. So when you begin to hate us, remember, pet. We did not come to you. It was a human action which joined our worlds. It was a human action which led to the first death in this war.”
“It wasn’t my idea to turn the stupid station on,” Aria said, feeling a little defensive.
“No, but it was your idea to try to kill me in the air yesterday. It was you who came screaming toward me in your flimsy little contraption with your exploding missiles.”
She cringed a little inwardly. He’d saved her even though she’d done everything she could to kill him. But he’d had a reason to do that. He’d wanted a human to take and to train. She had been an easy target thanks to the Tornado’s malfunction.
“You would do well to look ashamed,” he growled at her.
“When we looked at your planet and tried to understand what had happened, we soon discovered that although you humans resemble our flightless form in many ways, you are utterly different. You have a history, a long history of destroying the worlds of others. The forests and oceans were two worlds apart from people and they have both been decimated. We looked at what you had done to your world, and we knew what would happen to ours. General Eldor came here to destroy humanity. I came with him in the hopes of tempering his blood lust.”
When he put it that way, Aria began to understand the reason for the ferocity the dragons had shown. If they believed they were fighting an unrelenting force, it made sense that they had attacked so vigorously.
“Not everybody supports that kind of behavior,” she argued. “The pilot who flew into the portal was ordered to do so. He didn’t have a choice, no more than I had when I shot missiles at you.”
“He volunteered,” Vyktor said. “We discovered that much while we were trying to save his life. He was eager to explore a new world, so he said. Little did he realize that, much like every ‘new’ world you have ever found, it is much older than you think and it belonged to something else first.”
Aria was starting to feel guilty. Not for her own actions, but for the actions of her species present and past. Then she remembered that feeling guilty for things everyone else had done was stupid and shook her head at him.
“So you’re not totally unjustified,” she said. “But…”
“There are no buts. Is it fair that this falls so heavily on your shoulders? That you should be made an example for the sins of your kind? Perhaps not. But fate is not known for its fairness, pet. And many have suffered a great deal more than you ever will in my care.”
Somehow he was making her feel spoiled for objecting to being caged and treated as a pet. And somehow it was almost working.
“We are not the only ones who have committed atrocities,” she said. “What is happening now is…”
“Inexcusable and entirely unnecessary,” Vyktor said. “The killing must end. Which is why I intend to show the generals that with proper handling, humans are not the threats they seem to be. You are a runaway species who are yet to be properly disciplined, that is all.”