by Loki Renard
“After centuries of loyalty, you turn traitor,” he snarled. “And for what? The crown was never going to be yours. How could you have allowed yourself to believe such a thing?”
“I did this for you, sire,” Lazarus growled back. “Your obsession with that little piece is shameful. If you mate with her, you will not only dilute the dragon bloodlines. You will shame your ancestors. Call me traitor if you like, but I call you traitor. You are a traitor to the very essence of dragon kind.”
“Mika has a flight form and a heat. She is as dragon as it is possible to be. The bloodlines are strong enough to withstand human contribution. They may even be stronger as a result. Do not forget, her father fought the world eater Avastias and won. No dragon of pure blood has ever done such a thing. Any offspring Mika and I produce will have bloodlines of strength, courage, and power. I do not fear for them. I fear for anyone who would threaten them. And you should fear for yourself in this moment, Lazarus, for my justice will come heavy on your shoulders.”
“Sire…”
“Take him away!” Casimer boomed furiously.
Lazarus was arrested and dragged away without further argument. The anger in his eyes was fearsome, but the droop of defeat was also clear. He was a man broken by his own betrayal, but Mika did not feel pity for him. He had been working against her from the beginning and whatever punishment Casimer decided for him would be well deserved.
Her arousal was still making it difficult to think. No matter how much she tried to control herself, she could not. Her need for Casimer was so great she could barely think about anything other than him, wanting him. Needing him.
“Are you alright, my pet?” Casimer looked down at her with grave concern, his eyes searching her face for signs of distress. “I am sorry you had to experience that…”
“You had to see his betrayal,” she said in an incongruous moan. Her timbre and tone were being controlled by her arousal, but her anger at Lazarus was real. She had not liked the man from the beginning, but he had known Casimer for hundreds of years whereas she had known the king only weeks. She was grateful that Lazarus had finally overplayed his hand, and that Casimer had been there to see it.
She ground her pussy against Casimer’s leg in an effort to relieve her aching need to couple.
“I have to… I need you,” she moaned, lifting her face to his handsome visage. “Please don’t make me wait any longer…”
“I want you to drink this,” Casimer said, producing a small vial from his pocket. “It contains a substance to settle you a little so we may talk.”
She allowed him to pour the contents into her mouth and almost instantly the needy erotic haze started to clear. Within a few minutes, Mika was also no longer consumed with the crazed need to fuck at all costs. It was both a relief and a shame; the intensity of her desire had been a little frightening, but at the same time, she had never felt so very alive.
“That was… he…”
“I’m sorry, pet. I should not have left you even for a moment in your heat. But in doing so, Lazarus revealed what he truly is. I have known for some time that he has a penchant toward treachery, but tonight he finally overplayed his hand.”
“You knew I was going to come into heat?”
“Nobody could have known that, pet. It came on so suddenly, and so strongly. My head was as addled as yours by it intensity. Lazarus has been waiting for a very long time to take advantage of a moment of weakness between us. What Lazarus did not know—what you likely do not know, pet—was that you have never been alone since you arrived here. There is always a guard nearby. Always. I have never left you unprotected. Not for a single second. The moment he entered the room and tried to take you, I was alerted. And you know the rest.”
“A guard? Who?”
“Maryon!” Casimer lifted his voice and from the shadows, the woman who had bathed Mika on her very first day came forward. She was no longer wearing feminine robes. She was clad in the same armor the warriors wore, her hair braided over her shoulder. It was immediately apparent that she had been playing a role as a serving woman, for now she stood straighter, Mika could see how broad and strong she was, and the sword at her back added extra emphasis.
Mika let out a little giggle. “Really? You’ve been here all along?”
Maryon’s lips twitched as she gave a small bow. “It has been a pleasure watching over you, princess.”
“So that’s how you always knew what I was doing…” Mika shook her head at Casimer. “That’s how you caught Lythia and me that day, watching the mating…”
“Mhm. You must forgive me, pet. I have but two eyes, but I must see a thousand things. A good king cannot leave what is most precious to him unattended.” He turned to Maryon. “You may return to your post at the door, Maryon. You will be rewarded richly for all you have done.”
“I need no reward, sire,” Maryon said with another bow. She left the room and finally Casimer and Mika were truly entirely alone.
“Lazarus was working with Lythia,” Mika said. “You know that too, right?”
“I do,” Casimer said. “That is why I was so harsh in scattering your little gatherings. If I could have sent her away without arousing his suspicion and driving his treachery back underground, I would have. But I must ask, how did you know, pet?”
“I know when a girl is lying to my face,” Mika said. “I know when I’m being played. My whole life has been gossip, lies, and misinformation. I mean, you know, not over anything this important before, petty girl stuff mostly, but it’s all the same thing. Lythia always reminded me way too much of my old friend Traci. They both tried to manipulate me, but I guess I’ve grown up a lot since I got here.”
“Of that there can be no doubt,” Casimer agreed, catching her mouth in an intense kiss.
“I can’t believe that Lazarus believed you when you went out there,” Mika giggled softly when the kiss broke. “Going out and saying that it wouldn’t be right to mate with me…”
“I was speaking in half-truths,” Casimer said, running his hand lightly over the curve of her hip. “You are young, that is true, and to take you in your first heat while you were in a state of frenzy would not have been fair. You would have come out of your heat with an aching sex and perhaps little memory of the act. You would have lost your maidenhead at your most vulnerable and least sensible. There would have been no difference between taking you then and taking you on the first night you arrived in your heavily altered state… I love you, Mika. And because I love you, your first time will be tender. It will be slow. It will not happen in a desperate craze for cum.”
“The frenzy is kind of hot though,” she said, nibbling at his neck as his hands began to roam her body. Her hips performed a slow squirm, making the tail move inside her in a way that kept her stimulated over and over again.
“Mika, in your heat or out of it, you are irresistible,” Casimer said with a husky chuckle. “I almost failed in my resolve. But my love for you is about more than rutting. I brought you here against your will, took you as a pet. You had no choice in either of those matters. I have taken much in the way of freedom from you. But the act of mating will not be one I force upon you, Mika. Once we mate, your flesh will be forever changed. Your body will forever bear the mark of my desire. You may find yourself heavy with my progeny… These are not decisions to be made in the madness of a heat.”
“I’ve made them, Casimer,” she said softly. “I want you. In every way I can have you. I am your pet, but I could be so much more. I wish you would let me be more.”
He took her hand and pressed a deceptively chaste kiss to the back of her fingers. “You are already more,” he said in a passionate voice. “You are everything. You have your senses about you now. If you still want this mating…”
“I want it… I want it, Casimer. Please… Call me your pet. Call me your lover. Call me whatever it is you need to call me, but don’t hold me at arm’s length anymore. I can’t stand it. It physically hurts not to have you.�
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“I know what you mean, my love,” Casimer said. His hand slid down over her hip to her bottom and found the little tuft of her tail. He toyed with it gently, stimulating her bottom and her pussy too as his fingers slid past what had become almost part of her, the plug that she found herself missing when it was not nestled inside her body. He found the soft lips of her pussy, stroking her there as they began to kiss.
“It’s time,” she moaned. “Please… Casimer…”
Casimer rolled onto his back and beckoned his pet. Mika came obediently, straddling his body, her welling sex brushing over the length of his cock.
His cock was fully erect, so thick at its base that she was sure, even in her state of desire, it would never fit all the way. If she could take just a part of him, she would be content. From their first meeting, she had needed this. Full intimacy had been too long denied. They must be joined now, it was a real need, as urgent as oxygen—and yet she found herself a little frightened at the prospect.
“Do you feel that rod beneath your pussy, pet?”
“Mmmm… yes…” Mika said, thrusting her hips forward and back, leaving a wet trail on the hot rod.
“You have made it swell so greatly,” Casimer said. “It yearns for you, my pet. And it is yours.”
She reached down and touched the head of him where he was extended between her thighs, her pussy lips wrapped around the length of his shaft, the head of him much like a fleshy spear ready to enter her tender virginal body.
Mika looked down into his eyes, biting her lower lip. “Will it hurt?”
“Oh, my pet,” he said, his arms wrapping around her to draw her naked body against his chest. “We will take this slowly. I have you atop me so you will not take any more than you can bear.”
In this position, her clit was pressed against the hard rod, and every little move she made caused her juices to slick both his cock and that naughty bud that so drove her desire.
“I am yours. And you may take me, pet. Slide yourself onto my cock. Wrap yourself around me.”
His fingers drifted along her spine in a reassuring caress, his other hand brushing the hair from her face, cupping her cheek as they kissed slow and long and Mika’s hips made the natural motion of a woman about to take a long, hard cock deep inside.
She eased forward, the head of his rod finding the opening of her lips. She felt him pressing there, so hot and so hard, feeling even bigger than he looked, which was an incredible feat.
“I don’t know,” she whimpered. “I don’t…”
Even as she gasped, she felt his cock begin to part her lips slowly, the inner folds giving way to the king’s cock as the head of him found the entrance of her body and slowly but surely began to sink into her. Their eyes met, blue locked on gold as Mika slowly pressed back and took the dragon inside her just a fraction of an inch.
“Ow…” she moaned. “It’s…”
She was caught now, the entrance of her pussy wrapped around the head of him. It was not quite all the way inside her, not yet. She could not go forward and she did not want to go back.
“I think I’m stuck.”
Casimer let out an affectionate chuckle. “You’re not stuck, pet,” he soothed. “You’re right where you should be. Your body will adjust. Give it time.”
He kissed and petted her, helping her to relax. It was her nervousness that was making her tighter than she needed to be, but as he caressed and calmed her, she found her pussy relaxing and slowly she began to slide back against him even more until finally the head of his cock was actually inside her body. She felt it as a thick spreading heat stretching her once virginal walls.
“It’s in,” she gasped against his mouth.
“It is, very good, pet,” he replied. “Move when you are ready. There is much more to be had.”
It took several minutes for Mika to get up the courage to move her hips any more. Her pussy was full, but so was her bottom. The tail he had slipped inside her ass was making everything more sensitive. She could feel both her holes stretched now, the king mastering her completely.
Soon though, the natural arousal and erotic greed she had been prey to since meeting the king took over. She pressed back further and felt his shaft begin to slide inside her, the head going deeper… deeper… deeper still until several inches were buried in her tight pussy.
“Eeep,” she squeaked as he gave the smallest of thrusts. “Don’t move!” She grasped at his shoulders and begged him with wide eyes. Any movement at all was almost overwhelming, not strictly painful, but just… she was so filled with him, she felt as though she had become a puppet on his cock.
“You’re doing very well, pet,” Casimer praised with more kisses and caresses. “You can take a little movement. Try sliding back and forth.”
Gasping and moaning, her face flushed with the heat of sex and the embarrassment of being held there, quivering. Casimer’s hands palmed her bottom, easing her hips down against his body, pressing her clit against the hard ridge of the plates covering his pubic bone. Trapped there, wrapped around his cock, her squirming, not at all virgin pussy began to convulse.
“Oh, Casimer!” she gasped, grinding against him. “Oh, fuck… oh, my… oh…”
She was coming. He hadn’t even fucked her yet, but she was coming, the sensation in her clit making her body react like a rocket, her pussy clenching the hard rod inside as she wailed and squirmed, held firmly in place by the king’s palms on her bottom as she experienced her first orgasm on a cock.
“Oh, my god,” she gasped as the tremors started to abate. “I don’t know… I don’t know what that was…”
“You came, pet,” Casimer chuckled. “And a very pretty orgasm it was.” He smiled up at her with a rakish, sexy grin. “There will be more of those before we are done.”
“More?” She blushed.
“Oh, yes, pet, much more. That will have helped you relax. See if you can slide now, pet. Explore my cock with your tight little cunt.”
His words were blunt and bold, but they were also right. Coming had made her pussy relax around the thick intrusion of his cock and now she was able to sit up a little and feel his cock slide up inside her as she moved around that fulcrum that joined their bodies. Casimer helped her as she moved a little back and forth, his hands supporting her bottom, her hands on his shoulders.
At first her motions were languid and slow, but then they began to quicken. She was taking all of him now, the sexual prowess of a dragoness was beginning to rise inside her, something closer to her true nature. The frightened little virgin was giving way to a woman who wanted, no, needed more.
Casimer read her perfectly, clamping her hips with his hands and thrusting up into her for the very first time. Her tail was still pert between her cheeks, the fluff catching in Casimer’s fingers as he began to stroke her up and down his cock, her lithe frame easily lifted by his muscles as he drew her up and down along the shaft. Mika let out a scream of pleasure as she felt him surge inside her, that massive cock taking every bit of her, ravaging her hot, slick pussy. All traces of virginity were obliterated by the dragon king’s cock, his expression fiercely intense as he fucked her for the first time.
“Fuck… Casimer… please… oh… god…” Another orgasm was coming, crashing through her tender body as she was bounced up and down on the rod that split and spread her pussy time and time again. She came while he fucked her and he did not miss a beat, his cock spearing into her over and over again as she sat atop him, her entire pale body flushed pink, her back arched, her pink nipples hard like two diamonds as the king made her climax for the second time.
Mika felt herself weakening with the force of her orgasm, but again Casimer was there, guiding her smoothly over onto her back as he covered her body with his own and for the first time truly took total control. He raised her hands over her head, pinned her wrists with one of his great palms and began to fuck her anew, his cock sluicing in and out of her wet sex with powerful strokes.
He was
deeper still now. She could feel every part of him taking every part of her. Her legs rose, instinctually lifting to try to wrap around his powerful waist. The dragon king snarled and growled his lust down at her, kissing and nipping her, driving them both to greater pleasure. She felt his teeth graze over her neck and then her nipples, catching the little buds between those powerful jaws. His breath was like fire against her heated skin, making her body thrill to his touch. Locked in an elemental embrace, Mika’s blood burned hot, her wails of pleasure reaching the ceiling and echoing about the chamber as she was sacrificed to the dragon king’s desire.
“Pet,” he growled against her kiss-swollen lips. “Rykyios evinvinar durgunessias…”
She had no idea what the words meant. He was no longer speaking in any common tongue. There was very little human about him now and there was no doubt in her fuck-addled mind that this was an ancient elemental beast with which she was coupling. The veneer of gentility and civility had fallen away to reveal the king’s true nature, and she reveled in it, her feminine cries of surrender filling the room as he fucked her long and hard, his thick dragon cock claiming her pussy over and over.
Mika’s slim frame took everything the dragon king had to give, her pussy swelling, her lips puffy and yet still tight around his thrusting cock. Her juices soaked his shaft, making it gleam like a jeweled rod as it slammed in and out of her tender sex.
Suddenly he pulled out of her pussy and tossed her over onto her stomach with one powerful motion before sliding inside her freshly opened pussy from the rear, holding her hands behind her back.
“Do you want my seed, pet?” His voice was rough and hoarse with the effort it had taken to be gentle and restrained.
“Yes!” Mika cried out, her sweat-covered body squirming in his strong grasp. “Yes, god, please, yes!”
The king surged inside her, his cock capturing her sex with a rough possession, his thrusts taking her pussy to capacity over and over again. His growls and grunts were pure primal sounds that culminated finally in a great roar of triumph and release that shook the very floor beneath them.