Chapter 6 #5
“You’re jealous,” she said as a burst of inspiration struck her.
“Your people don’t know how to make electricity, or machines like cars and planes.
It wasn’t your people who worked out how to make a portal.
That was us. So maybe you should put the brakes on assuming you’re better than us. As far as I can tell, you’re a relic.”
He reached for her, took her by the wrist and drew her to him, creating a small wave of water that splashed over his scaled shoulders.
She reached out to steady herself, laying her hands on those very scales, surprised again at how they felt beneath her hands, warm and unyielding, but not uncomfortably hard to the touch.
“A relic who can fuck you senseless,” he growled against her lips before kissing her deeply, his tongue snaking into her mouth.
His kiss made her head spin, her senses completely hijacked by the intensity of his desire. He was a relic, there was no doubt about that, but he was the kind that only grew stronger with age, not the kind that crumbled over time.
She sank against his body, becoming softer for his hardness as he wrapped his hand in her hair and held her there, right where he wanted her, dominating her with every breath he took. Aria’s body responded with fierce, fast instinct.
Her wetness mingled with the water of the bath as the head of his cock probed for and then found her pussy. He ran his hands down her body, gripped her hips, and thrust hard up inside her, filling her with a rough, complete stroke.
Aria squealed into his mouth, her cries cut off by his lips as he held her in place and fucked her with hard strokes, punishing her for her insolence by stretching her pussy around his thick cock.
She cried out, not knowing if she herself was making cries of pleasure or pain.
All she truly knew is that she wanted more, more of this searing hot rod that made her pussy melt.
More of this man, this dragon who cared nothing for human rules of engagement and fucked her as he pleased.
For pleasure. For discipline. For whatever he wanted.
The water rippled around her nubile form as he lifted her up and thrust her down, fucking her without the need for her to so much as move a muscle.
She was like a toy in his arms, so easily lifted and then pulled down, impaled on the hard rod.
Her body was beaded with water as she rose and fell like a nymph in the arms of a god.
There were no words now, not even in her head.
There were only images evoked from deep in what felt like a collective unconscious.
When she was with him, she was connected to something in them both.
She looked into his eyes, saw something there that simultaneously frightened her and gave her a sense of exhilaration like no other.
She was riding this dragon, her quivering inner walls thrilling to his cock as she was plundered rough stroke after rough stroke.
He may have set out to teach her a lesson, but her pussy was taking him with an eagerness that made any notion of discipline fly out the window.
She was slick with juices that coated his thrusting rod, made the passage of his thick flesh into her body an easy matter.
The first time he’d pushed inside her, she’d thought she might split in two.
Now she was learning to accommodate him, to relax some muscles and clench others.
The erect bud of her clit was grinding against the harder scales at the base of his cock.
They were a perfect match for her body, a little roughness to their texture stimulating her in a way no human man ever could.
He must have caught the shift in her body, the way her hips rolled proudly against his thighs, the way she threw her head back and basked in the sensations his pounding was producing all the way from her toes to the tingling of her scalp.
“How does this relic feel inside you, pet?”
He held her down on his shaft, not allowing her to slide up or grind down, or move at all until she answered him.
“Mnnnn…” Aria moaned, doing her best to break free of his hands. His strength was impenetrable though, she really couldn’t move a fraction of an inch.
He let out an answering groan. “Your tightness is…” He hissed a breath and she felt his cock pulsing inside her.
Aria realized suddenly that he was on the verge of losing control.
He had her collared, chained, locked in place over his hips, impaled on his cock—but her inner muscles were working in ways he could not control and they gripped and milked him in an ancient human way that seemed to trigger an inescapable response in him.
Vyktor threw back his head, a growl turning into a roar of pleasure as his cock stiffened inside her. She felt his cum shooting deep, hot seed coating the delicate inner walls of her sex—the same walls that had broken the resolve of a dragon.
Watching the dragon lose the battle against his own desire triggered Aria’s climax, a torrent of pleasure rushing through her body as she ground against him, her hips rebelling against his grip as her body did what it had been made to do—take the seed of a male as deep inside her hot depths as possible.
He was no longer stopping her from moving, so she was free to work herself against his unyielding flesh, working herself to an erotic peak with his cock at her core.
She felt the orgasm in every part of her, the force of it sending her mind to a place beyond places, freeing her to her very soul.
The thick rod inside her stayed hot and hard as she writhed against her mate, her climactic gyrations sending waves rolling across the bath until finally she collapsed against his chest, her eyes half closed as he ran his hands slowly over her back and bottom.
“We could bathe forever, but you would still be a dirty little pet,” Vyktor murmured against her ear.
Aria let out a soft little groan as he cupped her bottom and slowly slid his impaling flesh from her gripping lips. She was empty again, aching gently as the dragon’s seed slipped into the warm waters of the bath.
Lying against his chest, totally spent from her exertions, Aria did not resist as Vyktor took up a cloth and began to wash her well-used sex with a gentle touch.
She found herself drifting into a semi-sleep state as the dragon’s hands roamed her body, the master reclaiming his pet after her brief erotic triumph.