by Loki Renard
He’d already prepared an enclosure for her, adjoining his own room. The craftsmen had been hard at work on the earth rock, and were finding it to be easy to fashion. Everything in the Earth realm was just that little bit easier to deal with than that in the dragon realm. Reality itself seemed more pliable here. No wonder humans had such a tendency to fantasy as a species.
Vyktor’s quarters were already rather lavish. The bed had been carved from the floor itself, topped with wool spun from the local sheep. It was immensely comfortable and he was tempted to lay his human pet atop it, but she had not earned a place in his bed yet. She needed to stay in the cage until her submission was eager. There could be no training if there was no hope of reward. Yes, he could beat her until she belly crawled whenever he came near, but he was not interested in the kind of submission that could only be achieved by cruel tyranny.
He opened the cage door and settled her down on the small round of bedding he’d requisitioned for her. This cage had been in his room long before he captured her, of course. It was all part of his long-term plan to settle the invasion. The bloodshed of the past month was of significant concern to him. Humans were far too beautiful and delicate to be wiped out—but they certainly made it difficult.
Aria curled up in the soft blanketed bed and allowed him to cover her naked form. He was not surprised that she was so tired. She had been through a great deal in a very short space of time.
“Sleep well, pet.”
If she heard him, she did not respond.
*
A scream in the night brought him from his bed. Vyktor rushed to the cage, where his pet was sitting bolt upright, her eyes wide, the covers clutched to her chest. He could see the pale effect of fear on her skin. She looked more frightened in that moment than she had at any time since her capture. Even when she’d been sitting in her downed aircraft, she had been braver and bolder than this.
“What’s wrong, pet?”
She stared at him with eyes that did not see. “They’re coming!”
“Who is coming?”
“They’re coming!”
He realized then that she was not entirely awake. She was having a nightmare. About him, perhaps.
“The invaders?”
“No.” She shook her head and looked dead at him with eyes that didn’t really see him at all. “They’re coming, Vyktor. They’re coming for you.”
“Who?”
“The old ones.”
A shiver passed down his spine. The words she had used referred to something she could not possibly know about. Something even he did not like to spend too much time thinking about. The old ones were what humans might have referred to as ‘true’ dragons. Beasts with no ability to take any form but their true one. Creatures filled with one desire: to consume. Others called them world eaters.
Vyktor’s people regarded them as little more than legends. In all likelihood, they did not exist. Yet the concept of them persisted throughout generations. Nightmares about them were not uncommon, especially in juveniles. From the reading he had done, Vyktor was aware that juvenile humans also shared primal fears of predators in darkness, monsters under the bed.
It was strange that the woman trembling in her blankets was having dragon dreams. But, Vyktor considered, he had filled her belly with his seed. Perhaps that had connected them in some way. Perhaps he had also created a link between Aria and the world from which he had come. Vyktor did not think such a thing was possible. But perhaps it was. Perhaps his eagerness to consider humans as a separate, lower species was getting in the way of his ability to see the connections.
“I don’t like them,” she whimpered, her eyes filling with tears. “They scare me.”
He did not know if she was still asleep or not. It was hard to tell; her eyes were wide open as if she were staring into some other world, reacting to the horrors she saw there.
“Shhh,” he reassured her. “You’re dreaming. Go back to sleep.”
She let out a sob.
Vision or dream, whatever was bothering her, it was not fading on its own. And he could do nothing about it while he still stood outside the bars.
“You are being too soft,” he lectured himself as he unlocked the cage and stepped inside. Crouching down on the blankets, he began to comfort his pet, running his hands through her hair and pressing gentle kisses to her lips and cheeks. He could taste the salt of her sadness. Odd how humans expelled minerals when they were upset. It was almost dragon-like in a way.
“Vyktor,” she whimpered his name again. “I’m afraid.”
Now he was sure she was asleep. She would never have admitted fear while she was awake. She had plummeted from the sky, crashed, and been taken captive by a powerful enemy all without showing the slightest bit of fear.
He did not like to see her in this state. Her pretty face was twisted by anguish, tears running down her cheeks. He doubted the dream meant anything of any real significance, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t terribly frightening. She was so young, so tender, and she had been sent to fight a dragon. That was enough to give anybody nightmares. Even in the fairytales, they’d had the sense to send princes, not young women.
“Shhh…” he soothed. “It was merely a dream… go back to sleep.”
She started to settle a little. Her tears dried, but she was still not entirely at peace. Vyktor decided to give up his bed and instead sit down in her bedding with her. Almost immediately, she curled up with her head in his lap, still in that strange twilight state between wakefulness and sleep. He looked down at her in wonder, marveling at the power of her dreams. In her sleep, she had exposed a part of herself she would never have shown if she were fully awake. She had shown him a pure vulnerability and remarkable instinct. Humans were such strange creatures; so base in some ways, and so complex in others.
Slowly, she settled. The whimpering stopped, her eyes closed, and then her breathing became deep and regular. Almost an hour had passed.
“Who is taming who, pet?” He murmured the question down at her softly. It did not escape him that in caging her, he had effectively caged himself. She looked far more comfortable than he was. She was snuggled up in her blankets and using his lap as a pillow while he sat with his back against the hard wall.
This was a problem he had not expected. He had expected to be able to dispassionately condition a human female to follow his rule. He had never imagined he would come to care for her within hours of meeting her.
“You are making my life difficult,” he said softly, stroking her hair away from her pretty face.
In her sleep, she smiled.
Chapter Six
Aria woke in the morning to find that she was still naked and trapped in a dragon’s lair. Neither fact pleased her. In the brief moment before she opened her eyes, she’d hoped desperately that she’d dreamed the whole thing and she’d wake up in barracks that smelled of feet and chlorine.
It was not to be.
She was still behind bars and still the captive of the handsome asshole who called her pet even though he knew her name was Aria. And he was standing next to the bars, as if he’d been watching her sleep. Goddamn. Even super-max prisoners got more privacy than this.
He’d disrobed again—apparently dragons only wore clothing for special occasions. It was impossible not to look at his manhood swinging heavily between his muscular thighs, a total distraction.
“Good morning, pet,” he said, making her grind her teeth in annoyance. “Did you sleep well?”
“I slept in a cage,” she scowled. “So, no, I didn’t sleep well.”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” he said in a way she absolutely didn’t believe.
“Sure you are.”
He ignored her attitude.
“Did you have any dreams?”
“What? No. What do you care?”
“I’m simply curious, pet.”
“Even if I did, I wouldn’t tell you,” she said, realizing she sounded sort of petulant. It was a weird si
tuation to find herself in. This dragon, her enemy, was trying to make her submissive to him. He had been honest about that. It meant she couldn’t trust anything he said or did, as it was no doubt in the service of his goal. Even a simple question about dreams was probably some perverted thing to get inside her head.
“Are you hungry?”
“Yeah.”
He opened the cage door and let it swing wide. Aria stayed where she was, suspicious. She was right to be.
“You will work for your food, pet,” he said. “Pleasure me with your mouth before you fill your belly.”
“Fuck you,” she growled.
“Later,” he smirked, taking a couple of steps back to sit on the bed. His cock was already thickening, growing before her eyes into an impossibly large rod that was pointing imposingly in her direction. “Right now, I want to fuck your mouth.”
“Suck your own dick,” Aria told him. “I’ll stay hungry.”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” he said in smooth purring tones. “Did I phrase it as a request?” His voice dropped into a commanding growl. “Come over here, pet, and pleasure me.”
“I hate you,” Aria growled right back at him. “And I’m not going to touch your filthy lizard cock with my mouth.”
“Feisty this morning, aren’t we,” he replied with a dark smirk. “Well, pet. Let me present you with another option. You may take me in your mouth and pleasure me. Or you may go over my knees, be thrashed until you are begging for mercy and release… and then take me in your mouth.”
“Asshole,” she snarled.
“Oh, you want me to take you there? Well,” he said, cocking his head to the side. “I think it would be a tight fit, but…”
“No! Goddammit!” He was toying with her. He knew, and she knew, that she didn’t really have any choice. If she did not do as he said, he could do increasingly perverse things to her until sucking his cock seemed like the most pleasant option.
“Come here, pet,” he said, crooking his finger at her. “Before I lose my patience with this little game.”
Cursing inwardly and out loud, Aria stood up and approached him. He was so damn tall that even with him sitting on the bed, she still didn’t have much height on him.
His cock was almost fully erect now, a great beast of a thing between his thighs. She had a reaction to it, one aside from the anger and rebellion. A reaction that made her mouth water in spite of the fact she was still very much intending to refuse to take him in her mouth.
Vyktor reached out and ran his hands over the curve of her hips, his skin hot against hers. “Very good, pet,” he said, praising her for following the command.
“It’s not like I had a choice.”
“There’s always a choice,” he murmured, his hands roaming slowly up and down her body. He grazed against the outer curves of her breast, teasing her into one of those almost hypnotic states of arousal he seemed to be able to produce in her with relatively little effort.
“Kneel before me, pet.”
She stayed standing, the need to rebel greater than the weakness of arousal. Vyktor’s fingers found her nipples and pinched lightly, sending little bolts of naughty excitement converging on her clit.
“There are consequences for disobedience,” he warned her gently.
I hope so. The thought popped into Aria’s mind unbidden, the little spark of mischief she had never been able to entirely tame. She made no verbal reply aside from a small moan that she couldn’t help as Vyktor’s fingertips tightened on her nipples.
“Kneel, pet,” he repeated more firmly, gravel in his voice. Perhaps it should have intimidated her into behaving. Instead, it made a smile appear on her lips, that same smile of reckless abandon that so many of her commanders had seen before and tried their very best to wipe off.
Vyktor answered that smile with one of his own. The fingers of his right hand left her breast and snaked around her neck. He took hold of the nape of her neck and squeezed just hard enough to make her knees begin to buckle. It didn’t hurt, but it did quite literally bend her to his will until she found herself kneeling on the rug beside his bed, the great thick length of his cock standing erect before her face. From this angle it seemed as big as her head, an intimidating thick pillar of flesh with those dragon scales plating its base.
“Take me in your mouth.”
Aria looked up into his handsome face with a smirk on her lips. He could force her to her knees, he could make her body respond to him with his adept pinching, but he could not make her suck his cock. That was an act of will. She knew well enough when she was being given an unenforceable order, and this was definitely one of them.
“Make me,” she sneered.
His dark brows rose at her. “Make you? Are you sure, pet?”
“Definitely. You can’t… oooommnnggg!”
Vyktor took a fistful of her hair and drew her head toward his crotch. Aria growled as the thick flared head of his cock brushed against her lips.
“Open your mouth, pet,” he repeated.
When she did not immediately obey him, he slid his other hand around under her jaw and pressed his fingers near the joints, applying steady pressure until she yielded to it and parted her lips. She squirmed furiously, her bottom and hips wriggling back and forth as he slowly slid the head of his cock between her lips and into the hot, wet cavern of her mouth.
Technically, he had not made her suck his cock, but the technicality was a meaningless one. His thick rod was in her mouth, sliding over her tongue and pressing all the way to the back of her throat.
She would have bit him, but the powerful hands made it almost impossible to close her mouth. Vyktor used her mouth to pleasure himself with the supreme confidence of a creature who knew he had her completely in his control. She tasted the tang of him, something she had never encountered in a human man, a metallic, perhaps earthy taste that was subtle but present.
“I filled your pussy last night,” he said. “You brimmed with my seed. It was beautiful to see the soft lips of your sex coated with my cum. Today you will swallow it.”
He had a way of speaking, that deep, accented tongue that made his crude words sound like poetry and made Aria’s pussy quiver. She hated that reaction. There she was, on her knees, having her mouth fucked for her disobedience and she was growing wet at his words.
The dragon pulled his cock from her mouth and looked down at her, his golden eyes gleaming with pleasure. “Do you need me to hold you open for me? Or will you pleasure me as I ordered?”
Her jaw was starting to ache, and she knew it would be much easier if she simply obeyed him. It wasn’t as if she had a choice; one way or another he was going to fill her mouth with his cock. And yet the notion of submitting to his desire filled her with a heated embarrassment. Her hips were squirming, her bottom rubbing against the back of her ankles as she battled with the question.
“Do let me know, pet,” he drawled, pushing his cock back into her mouth in one long stroke, then removing it again.
He repeated the process half a dozen more times before she finally capitulated, his cock gleaming with her saliva as she whimpered and spoke. “Fine, I’ll do it…”
“You will ask me nicely, pet.”
“What!?”
“Ask permission to suck my cock.”
“Please,” she grated between clenched teeth. “May I suck your cock?”
“You may, pet,” he said, releasing her entirely.
She hesitated, knowing that he would take matters into his own hands again if she did not go through with it. It had almost been easier when he had her head in his hands, then she didn’t have to slide her own mouth onto his member. Then she didn’t have to wrap her lips around his cock herself and take it deep into her hot mouth, her tongue lapping at it as she found herself beginning to enjoy the taste.
“Good pet,” he praised, running his fingers lightly through her hair. “You are very good at sucking my cock, pet.”
Aria blushed. He spoke the words as if they wer
e genuine praise. She was now judged by her ability to pleasure him. Her skills, her many other qualities were irrelevant in that moment. All he cared about was how well she licked and suckled and tended to his thick, hard cock.
She couldn’t help but try to please him. Not because she wanted him to feel pleasure, but because of her inner drive to do well. He had tapped into an easily pervertable desire for success, the same desire that had gotten her so far in life was now channeled into bobbing her head along the length of her most dire enemy’s cock.
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.