by Renard, Loki
He watched her face fall and saw her lips twitch as she fought with herself not to argue more. Kate was not submissive, never had been, but she was doing her best to try to convince him of what she wanted and she was smart enough to know that getting mouthy and starting one of their infamous battles of wills wouldn’t help matters.
He took Kate back to her apartment, away from the noise of the city, or at least, some of it. There he drew her into his arms and kissed her thoroughly. She was tense at first, but relaxed under the massaging of his tongue and the slow rubbing of his hands over her body. He loved her curves, more ample now than they had ever been. Motherhood had softened her and he adored the changes. Slowly he began undressing his mate, removing the cloth that dared stand between him and her body with more patience than he truly felt.
“You need a reminder,” he growled gently. “It has been too long since we were together as we should be.”
“What do you mean?”
The soft tone of her voice and the shy little glance of her gaze told him she knew exactly what he meant.
* * *
Did she need a reminder? Had she forgotten? Surely it was impossible to forget anything about Vilka, his forceful masculinity, his otherworldly handsomeness. He was a warrior who had drunk from a world eater, bested a beast so large and so frightening there had not been a single other soul to face it. That experience was written on his body, in the scars he still carried across his torso, shoulders, and arms. They were hidden now beneath his all too human clothing, but she knew they were there, and suddenly it became important to see them.
She put her hands to his chest and began to undress him as he undressed her, baring his body as she had not in quite some time. Perhaps it had been the rigors of raising a small person. Perhaps it had been the difficulty integrating into a dragon world. More likely, it was simple guilt that had cast something of a pall over their lovemaking. It had not been an entirely celibate few years, but the passion that had characterized their first months together had waned into a slow burn and where they had once unleashed their most basic instincts upon each other with little in the way of restraint, they had become hesitant in a variety of ways. They had not spoken of it directly. Instead they had allowed themselves to be distracted by the many rigors of life, but Kate suspected they had both been keenly aware of it each and every day.
As his shirt came off over his head, Kate reached for him, yearning for skin to skin contact. When they had first met, his body had been almost unbearably desirable. Slabs of muscle in perfect formation, his frame tall and broad. The perfection nature had given him was now marked with the battle he had fought not for his life, but for hers and for everybody else’s. Nobody in this city knew what he had done for them. Everybody who had passed them by had done so without the slightest awareness that but for the tall man with the dark hair and magnetic eyes, the city would be in ruins. He had spared New York the fate that had befallen Los Angeles. He was the only reason that she had a city to come home to, that Mika had a place to be born. Millions owed him a debt of gratitude he would likely never be paid.
“Do they frighten you still?” He looked down at her as she ran her fingers across the deep marks in his flesh, thick with scar tissue.
“They’ve never frightened me,” she said, looking up and into his eyes. They were as charismatic as ever, but held a sadness that made a lump rise in her throat.
“I’ve seen you wince and shy from them when we make love,” he said. “I know I am not the man I once was.”
She let out a gasp of shock. “That is what you think? Vilka. I have shied from these because I am the one who put them there. I caused you this pain. I woke the beast that hurt you. I am not frightened of you when I look at these marks. I am reminded of what I did to you.”
Tears welled in her eyes and he leaned down and kissed them away. “I have told you so many times that it was not your fault,” he murmured, running his hands over her naked body in slow, comforting caresses. “I was the guardian of Avastias, and I was guardian because of the actions I took long before you arrived. You did not know what you were doing. There was no way for you to suspect that you would wake a beast that great. I did what I was supposed to do, nothing more.”
“You could have died,” she said. “I could have lost you. Mika could have lost her father. And all because I wouldn’t stop opening portals…”
“It is in the past now, my love,” Vilka said, pressing kisses to her lips as he pulled her naked body against his own, the thick line of his cock hard against her belly. “We both did what we did, and we both faced the consequences of that. You were here alone for years with our child. I faced the dragon and wear the scars of his fury.”
The truth was, they both wore scars. Kate’s were not so dramatic, but her body had been marked and changed by the birth of her daughter. Neither one of them was as they had been when they first met, and yet the desire they had for one another was stronger than ever.
Their mouths met in a passionate kiss, tongues lapping and suckling as passion sparked anew. This did not feel like the slow coupling they had engaged in since she returned to the dragon realm. This felt as it had in the beginning, when he claimed her with all his desire.
He broke the kiss, his hand locked in the hair at the back of her head, keeping her in place as his gaze burned into her. “I forgive you for everything, Kate. Do not be ashamed when you look on these marks. I would have taken a hundred more of them to have you.”
Caught between need for him and the urge to burst into tears, Kate squirmed in his grasp. It was not only Avastias who had been slumbering. The beast of his libido had been sleepy as well, but she could sense that it had awakened with a vengeance.
“You wish to live here in this world of reckless, thoughtless men,” he said, his voice a gravelly purr. “You wish to take our daughter here too. And you wish for me to accompany you. I will not be a mere husband, Kate. I am not a man, and you will do well to remember that.”
Her pussy was throbbing, her clit hard with desire as he held her in place, his words lashing her. “I’m…”
“Silence,” he growled. “It has been too long since you were leashed and fucked. Too long since you remembered what I am and what you are. I am a dragon, Kate. You are my mate.” He turned and pushed her toward the bed. “Bend over,” he ordered. “Present your pussy for your master to fuck.”
Her blush lit her face, but she turned and did as she was told, taking to her hands and knees on the linen. Vilka stood behind her, the head of his cock running along the slit of her pussy.
“You have not forgotten who we are, have you?” He growled the question softly as he pushed his cock between her lips and straight into her pussy. She was not completely wet yet, but there was enough moisture from the kissing and caressing to allow his thick member passage.
“I haven’t forgotten,” she gasped as her pussy spread wide around him. He slid all the way to the base of his cock, filling her completely.
He held her there on his cock, his hand meeting her bottom with a series of hard slaps that made her gasp and jump and whimper. He kept one hand on the back of her neck, the other painting her squirming cheeks with the heat of his palm.
“I think we had both forgotten,” he said. “Until you said you wanted to come to this world of chaos, until I saw for myself what goes on here, the unchecked masses of humanity acting out their whims and wills.” He laid a hard slap to her bottom and pulled his cock out of her pussy completely before sliding it back in a long hard stroke that made her squeal.
“You feel different,” he said. “Hotter. Wetter. This is how you’re supposed to be fucked, isn’t it, my little human mate.”
Kate let out a moan of assent as with a snarl of pleasure, he moved both of his hands to her hips and began to draw her pussy back and forth on his cock, dealing an occasional slap to her bottom. Soon his rod was slick with her juices as her body gave him what he wanted, her lips gripping his shaft as he used her as onl
y a dragon can use a human.
He fucked her close to the point of climax, her pussy juices coating his cock and slicking her inner thighs. He was right. It had been too long since she had been reminded what they truly were. It had been far, far too long since her body had run hot with dragon fire. She was on the verge of climax, her body covered in a hot sheen of sweat, her mouth hanging open as she panted and mewled with desire—and he pulled out.
“Wha—?”
His fingers scooped her juices from her pussy and began to daub the tight little bud of her asshole.
“Vilka…” she moaned his name, her hips grinding as he abandoned her sex in favor of her bottom. “What…”
“You’ve forgotten what it is to be mine, what it is to be taken and owned,” he growled down at her, his hand moving back to her neck, clamping her in place as his fingers began to push into the tight little hole, stretching her with the slick lube of her own desire. “You’ve become demanding, Kate. You’ve started to think that you are in charge. You are not. You are my little fuck slave as you have always been. And I will take every part of you to prove that.”
She blushed and moaned as his fingers slid deeper, taking her ass in smooth strokes as the tight ring of muscle began to loosen beneath his ministrations. His dragon blood was making his fingers hot inside her bottom, helping her anus to relax as he took the one part of her body he had left untouched.
His fingers slid away and were replaced with the head of his cock. It was harder and much thicker than his fingers and as he began to push inside her bottom she let out a pitiful whimper that was only met with a hard slap to her left cheek.
“Hush,” he chided. “Reach back and hold your bottom open for me. Spread your cheeks and show me that you do understand what we are.”
Her entire body burning with embarrassment and desire, Kate did as she was told, her fingers taking hold of her sore cheeks and spreading them open to allow Vilka’s thick dragon cock easier passage into her tight little ass.
He fucked her slowly and masterfully, grunting and growling his pleasure as her bottom relaxed around his member and the lubrication her poor empty pussy was still producing further helped him.
“I will have this part of you any time I please,” he said. “When I tell you to spread for me, you will bend over and you will give me the option of either of these sweet holes and I will take my pick. Understand?”
“Mnnn yesss sirr,” Kate panted. She would have agreed to anything. Having her bottom taken was not as painful as she had imagined it would be. It made her entire body react with a rush of hormones and emotion that made her feel soft and submissive, and made her hungry clit pulse with need. She let out a cry of gratitude as he reached beneath her and began to strum the little nub, fucking her harder as she began to gyrate and buck her spanked bottom against his hard belly.
“Good,” he snarled, sounding more ferocious and masterful than ever. “When we live here, I don’t want you forgetting that.”
* * *
“We’re going to live here?”
Vilka felt Kate’s ass contract around him with excitement as she squealed the words and just when he’d thought her tight, buttery little channel couldn’t be any more pleasing to fuck, it suddenly became impossible for him to hold back any longer. He clenched the back of her neck and thrust his cock deep into her bottom, spilling his seed inside her ass with forceful spurts. She kept her ass up nice and high, allowing him to fill her tight hole with his cum until he pulled out, a few drops spattering over her hot red little bud and her swollen pussy lips.
He left her there on the bed, leaking his cum from her ass and took a moment, strolled to the bathroom to wash his still hard rod, then returned to find his lover still in the same position, her cum-filled ass lifted high, as if she didn’t dare move.
“Good girl,” he praised, putting his hands on her hips. He flipped her over onto her back, covering her body with his as he thrust his cock back between her thighs.
“Did you mean that?” She looked up at him hopefully, perhaps a little scared that he had not.
Vilka looked down into her eyes with a loving gaze as he slid back into her hot sex, his home away from home. Her pussy wrapped itself around him gratefully, the inner walls gripping him as he fucked her slowly.
“We will live here, and yes, we will have a life together,” he said, kissing her deeply. “You have given me a child, you have given me yourself. I can give us the chance to experience life here.”
“I can’t believe you,” she moaned as he took her with languid, loving strokes. “You made me think I was in trouble.”
“You are in trouble,” he growled against her lips. “You’re owned by a dragon, Kate, that’s the biggest trouble anyone can be in.”
She laughed and moaned at the same time as he made love to her slowly, tenderly and passionately, his lips finding the little erogenous zones of her body, the spot below her earlobe, the side of her neck, the rise of her breast. He knew and loved every part of her, and he would do so forever. She was all he had ever wanted in any time, in any place, in any realm.
Epilogue
Thirteen years later…
“Those stones are gorgeous,” Augustine Le Plante said to her long-standing friend and equally longstanding enemy, thrice-married, twice-divorced Marta Trempe. The two society dames stood sipping champagne in a fine New York domicile in which one of the year’s most glamorous soirees was being held. Ladies in gowns and gentlemen in tuxedos milled about making polite conversation about everything from the weather to international politics.
“They’re pure Vilka,” Marta said, proudly displaying the sapphire diamond choker she wore about her neck. “Our villa in Italy was less expensive than this set, but they are divine… it was naughty, but I just had to have them.”
“I do love these parties,” Augustine sighed. “They have a certain glamor you simply don’t see anymore, and Vilka himself…” She let out an erotic shiver. “What I would pay to have that man in my bed for just one night.”
“You know he only has eyes for his wife,” Marta replied. “He’s the sole monogamous man in the city,” she laughed. “Oh, here they are!”
There was a hush as the man himself and his most adored wife descended the stairs hand in hand. Kate was wearing a beautiful champagne gown, her copper hair swept back in an elegant style. She had a down to earth air about her and a certain sparkle that transformed what could have been a sterile beauty into a magnetic charm. By her side, Vilka made his suit look downright sinful, touches of silver in his beard and at his temples giving him a distinguished look that made female loins quiver. He had features that could be described every way from ‘chiseled’ to ‘out of this world.’ The power of his physical form was apparent even in his formal clothing, and it was just as Marta had observed. He truly did only seem to have eyes for his bride, the woman he was so deeply in love with. Every lady in the room was instantly jealous when they beheld the way he looked at Kate.
“She’s a world class scientist too,” Augustine sighed. “On the shortlist for the next Nobel Prize, I hear. How is it possible for one woman to have so much?”
“You own half of this island,” Marta reminded her. “And a significant portion of Europe.”
“Money can buy land, buildings, and livelihoods,” Augustine murmured. “But it can’t buy genius, or men.”
“It can buy men,” Marta replied with a wicked smile. “It can buy a great many men.”
“It cannot buy that kind of love,” Augustine corrected herself. It seemed that she was on the verge of tipping into a maudlin mood as her jealousy became blindly apparent.
“No, but it can make languishing in a loveless state rather enjoyable,” Marta replied with an arch wink. “Have one of your pills, Augustine.”
As Augustine fished in her purse for a little something to elevate her mood, a young woman followed Vilka and Kate down the staircase. There was a subtle combined gasp across the room as she took their breat
h away.
Mika wore a royal blue sheath dress that highlighted the fascinating color of her eyes, azure and gold rimmed with thick dark lashes. Her form was shapely, but athletic and her visage was so pleasing that she had already graced several magazine covers as a model. Her uniquely red hair was soft and gleaming, spilling over her shoulders in a cascade, her smile broadening as it fell on a few of the younger people in the crowd, friends from similarly wealthy backgrounds.
“Mika Ferrier is such a beauty,” Augustine murmured as the eighteen-year-old daughter of New York’s most eminent jewelers waved and smiled to those who greeted her. “She is going to have such a wonderful life, I can just tell.”
“A wonderful life filled with riches,” Marta agreed.
“Riches, love…” Augustine said, pausing to drink deep to ensure the pill she had just taken did not stick in her throat.
“…and a cage made just for her sweet soul ,” a gravelly voice hissed behind them.
When Augustine and Marta turned to see who had spoken, there was nobody there at all, just a large mirror reflecting the merriment behind them and their own shocked faces. The ladies shivered and glanced at one another, silently agreeing it was probably best not to mention hearing disembodied voices. They turned their eyes back to the beaming heiress of the Ferrier fortune, their smiles a little more fixed than they had been before.
“Friends, we welcome you this evening,” Vilka said, raising a glass of champagne. “We are here to celebrate Mika’s eighteenth birthday, and to thank you all for your support over the years. There are so many of you to whom we owe a debt of gratitude. You have taken us from humble beginnings to great heights. I came here as an immigrant of limited means and some small talent. With your patronage, our business has grown greatly and we enjoy many luxuries which I would never have experienced if I had stayed where I came from. We have lived the American dream and my wife and I will never forget your kindness, or the way you welcomed us into your world. Eat, drink, and be merry, friends.”