by Loki Renard
She expected pain, but instead she felt him exhale between her legs, very lightly blowing on her pussy. There was a blush of heat that surprised and confused her, especially when he lifted his head and blew upon her bottom. She thought she heard him mutter some quiet words, and the blushing warmth on her cheeks grew somehow and became much more intense. She felt the soft wafting of air against her skin, and then a blaze sprang up.
“Ow!” She reached back to rub away the heat, but it did not seem to be physical and there was nothing she could do. “Ow, that hurts!”
“I have told you over and over, pet,” he chuckled darkly, pinning her hips in place as she writhed upon the bed. “I can command your body in ways you can barely imagine. I can bend your flesh to my will as I please… it falls upon you to obey me, and to act respectfully.”
He blew upon her bottom again, stoking the embers of the unseen fire that was consuming her cheeks. Aria squealed, unable to escape the stinging heat. Of all the tricks he had pulled, this one was perhaps the most humbling. There she was, writhing naked upon the bed before him, her bottom blazing to heaven as a result of a puff of air from his lungs.
“Are you coming to understand, pet?”
“Yes!” She answered him quickly, for the heat was spreading, consuming her bottom from the very top to the very bottom and creeping down her thighs. She kicked and squirmed, unable to lie still as what felt like a hard paddling was transmitted to her bottom.
“Would you perhaps like to apologize?” he prompted her. She had not even considered an apology.
“I’m sorry!” She gasped the words. “Please, Vyktor…”
“Call me Master.”
“Oh, god, please, sorry, Master!”
The heat was still burning and prickling away, but as she said the words, it began to abate a little. Over the course of a minute or so, it receded into a comfortable warmth that felt almost nice.
She breathed a sigh of relief, tension fading from her muscles as the crescendo of sensation left her feeling quite drained. Whatever he had done to her with his breath, it had done more than sting and heat her skin. It had taken some of her resistance and transformed it into a dampness that was now lingering between her swollen lower lips.
“Spread your legs, pet.”
Aria thought about refusing, but the heat was too fresh in her mind. She let her legs part a little, and did not resist when he pushed them open more.
She felt his breath again, but this time it was not so hot. This time it was a tickling light heat that gently rose and fell along the length of her mound, teasing her pussy in the softest way possible.
“How do you do this?”
“It is one of our many talents, pet,” Vyktor said. “A dragon controls the elements within himself.”
“So you can do ice too?”
The breath continued, but the temperature changed. A cool gust swept over her lower lips in a tantalizing change from the previous heat.
“That’s… mmnnn… quite a party trick,” Aria moaned softly.
“What I most enjoy about you, pet, is your ability to bounce back from any chastisement. One moment you are begging for mercy, the next you are once more teasing me.” He lifted his hand and swatted her bottom the old-fashioned way. Aria yelped, noticing that the sting from a physical slap did not fade nearly as quickly as the one magically inflicted.
“Pull a rabbit out of a hat, next?”
She was pushing her luck. They both knew it. Some mad impulse still lived within her, wanted to see just how far she could push this man who had made himself her master. She would probably never understand just how different he really was, but every time she tested him, some new ability seemed to emerge.
“You, my pet, are a brat,” Vyktor said, swatting her bottom harder still. “A brat with a sore sex who is taunting her master… if I did not know better, I would say you were yearning to be filled even though you are still tender.”
Aria bit her lower lip to stifle the moan that rose in response to his words. She was aroused. She could not help but be aroused. It was a reaction as natural as night becoming day; whenever Vyktor touched her, her body responded fully and without regard for its own limits.
“Do you want me to fuck you, pet?” He slid up over her back, nipped at her earlobe, and drawled the question in her ear. She felt his long, heavy cock sliding along the crevice of her bottom cheeks and felt her pussy clench in anticipation of being filled again.
Her answer was a soft moan, not truly verbal, but it did not need to be. They both knew what was needed now—what was inevitable.
“You are an insatiable little thing,” he drawled, letting his cock slide back over her bottom. The head of his dragonhood pressed between her still swollen lips and spread them, the sticky moisture of her arousal and the dregs of his seed easing his passage back inside her.
He was surprisingly gentle as he mounted her, brushing her hair away from her face to murmur soft words in her ear. They were not English words. They were not human words, they sounded to her like some poetry from a very old, very distant place. They were words with power, and as he pushed inside her tight, well fucked pussy, they soothed the ache and they settled her into a place of soft submission that was not entirely her own.
Aria arched her hips, parted her thighs, and took him deeply. She felt so content, so thoroughly filled—in some way more complete than ever before. When they joined, they became something different and something more than either one of them were apart.
Soon Vyktor’s hips were riding against her bottom in a steady rolling rhythm that stretched her over and over, demanding her pussy take him all the way. He had her impaled upon him, her quivering sex in thrall to him, her mind fogged with the pleasure and the song he was softly singing in her ear.
It was one of the most beautiful songs she had ever heard, rich and melodic. As he made singing love to her, she felt the song sink into her and then images rose in her mind, evoked by his singing. It was as if she did not just hear the song—she saw it. Mist green waters leading to craggy cliffs dotted with carved dwellings. High above them, winged creatures wheeled through the sky. It was a world so much like her own, and yet so different. It was richer. Older. More powerful.
Her climax was coming again. It was a different kind of orgasm, not born of fierce rutting or absolute submission, but of a connection, a shared place that somehow she knew they were both linked to in some way.
They came together, wrapped in passionate embrace, bodies quivering with their exertion of the marathon session. It was only once her climax was over did she realize that tears had been running down her cheeks.
“Are you alright, pet?”
“That place…” She looked at him. “Where is it?”
“That is home,” he said, knowing precisely what she meant. “That is the world we came here to protect.”
“How did you show it to me? It was… so clear… like a vision… a hallucination.”
“Word-working,” he said. “It is an old skill. I’m sorry. Was it too much? I did not know if it would work at all with you.”
Aria looked at him, her eyes still welling with tears. He had told her from the beginning that he was a creature of power. He had hunted her down in his dragon form, he had torn her from her plane, and he had flown her hundreds of miles. He had chained her, shown her abilities beyond her comprehension. And only now that she saw his home did she begin to understand what he had been trying to tell her all along… he was her master.
Not because he had chained her. Not because he had punished her, whipped her, fucked her, but because he had shown her something of himself, something that allowed her to see him as something other than an invader with a power complex.
“It wasn’t too much,” she said. “But it was so beautiful…”
Vyktor was a man fighting for a world she could only dream of. Whatever was beyond the portal was also beyond human imagination. The glimpse he had given her made her feel a deep yearning and a sa
dness born of having seen something more majestic than anyone might imagine.
“There are two worlds at stake, pet,” Vyktor said. “Both beautiful beyond imagination. Both worth fighting for. When I came through the portal and saw this place, I knew then that humans would never cease their battle for this place. There is too much to lose.”
“I wish I could see that place.”
“Unfortunately, you cannot. The pilot who made land in our realm became very ill and perished within days. We have very high levels of radiation in our realm. It is what feeds us, to a great extent. We can take in nutrients in our more human forms, but in our dragon skins, we can absorb pure radiation. Unfortunately, you humans are not built in the same way.”
“So you didn’t kill him? We were told he was killed by your forces.”
“We absolutely did not,” Vyktor said. “Your leaders have been lying from the outset. They planned an invasion, and when they realized that one was not possible, they painted themselves as the victims of our armies. In truth, they simply started a battle they could not win. Instead of laying down the fight, they sacrifice their people for the sake of their egos.”
That sounded about right.
“You should have captured someone that mattered,” she said. “Nobody will care if I die here.”
“You are someone that matters,” Vyktor said. “You don’t see it yet, because you have been treated as little more than a bullet in a gun. One of many dangerous little things to be fired in the direction of the enemy. But you are much more than that, pet. I will present you to my men again tonight. It has been several days, and already you are making a great deal of progress.”
Aria shrank down against him.
“Are you shy, pet?” He murmured the question fondly, caressing her. “You should not be. You are beautiful. The men envy me having you.”
“They envy you being able to humiliate and use me.”
“We are dragons. We hoard things of beauty, power, and worth,” Vyktor said. “Humiliation and use, these are concepts you are sensitive to, as a human. When I put you on display before my men, it is not to shame you. It is to show what a jewel you are, and to motivate them to preserve others like you.”
Aria found herself believing him, though she knew his way with words could mean that she was being misled. When he touched her, when his eyes fell upon her skin and his lips curled in a smile of pure pleasure, she felt valued. From the beginning, he had taken care of her and with her, ensured that no harm would come to her.
“Vyktor!”
A voice in the hall summoned her master. He rose directly, with a kiss to her lips and another to her forehead. “Get some rest, pet,” he said. “I will return soon.”
“Okay,” Aria said softly. Her eyelids were heavy and she could feel herself drifting into a dream.
*
Aria would sleep for hours, Vyktor was sure of it. Their sex often seemed to exhaust her. He suspected that human males did not have anything like dragon stamina. He was impressed at her sensitivity to his word-working. She had a great deal of potential that was yet to be tapped, and he was looking forward to discovering her hidden depths.
“Spending more time with that human?” Eldor asked the question with a sneer.
“Yes, I think she will be ready for another presentation soon enough.”
“We have greater matters to attend to than your display of your human,” Eldor snapped as they walked into the command office he had carved out for himself. It was a relatively small space with sheltered openings that looked out onto the wider terrain. Cold at the best of times, but Eldor had a greater tolerance for cold than most of them did.
“What matters are these?” Vyktor nodded to the other dragon present—Eridos. He was a young but promising technician and he and Eldor were already making excellent headway toward understanding the human manipulations of matter, the machines they created, their weapons of war and of peace.
“We have observed a rumor in some of the human media. Apparently, the humans may start using their most terrible weapons on us.”
“One would have thought that they would have used them already,” Vyktor noted. “What are they?”
“They claim to have a weapon capable of obliterating entire cities. A weapon which would destroy all life—including our own. We have found footage of one such detonation upon that which they call a ‘tablet’ device. Eridos found it near an evacuated settlement and spent some time searching what they call their ‘internet.’ These humans are connected globally, Vyktor. They can speak to one another at very great distances, and conduct conversations with thousands, or even millions of participants all at once.”
“Impressive,” Vyktor said, watching as pictures began to dance across the surface of the slim device. They showed images of a great explosion, followed by a mushroom cloud that towered high above a desert very much like the one where the portal was located.
“They call this the destroyer of worlds,” Eldor intoned.
“I do not believe it.” Vyktor shook his head. “They are capable of manipulating anything visual. We have seen that many times. Their movies depict all manner of impossible acts.”
“According to their histories, this was real,” Eldor said gravely. “They have threatened to fly this weapon through the portal and deploy it on our world.”
“Nasty little things, aren’t they.”
In the corner of the room, Eridos began to laugh.
“What is so funny?” Eldor snapped the question.
“You looked at the effects of the weapon, but you did not look at the specifications,” Eridos laughed. “These weapons are capable of serious detonations, yes, but their main byproduct is…” he let out a very un-dragonly giggle, “…ionizing radiation.”
The dragons looked at one another, then burst out laughing.
“So their plan is to drown a fish with water,” Eridos chuckled. “Oh, they are almost adorable in their evil. So determined, and so very misguided.”
“If we could spank them all one by one, we might get through to them,” Vyktor grinned. “Though as it is, I have my hands rather full with my pet.”
“She is not entirely terrible,” Eldor admitted. “And I must credit you with helping us to see these humans for what they are. I think, once we have brought them to heel, they will flourish under our guidance. Perhaps, in a few centuries, they might even attain some form of true civilization.”
Chapter Eight
Days passed into weeks and Aria remained Vyktor’s captive. As the initial excitement of being taken and held began to fade, being owned by a dragon started to become the new normal of her existence.
From roaming the skies to being confined to a cell, the change was almost unbearable at times. Aria found herself staring at the walls, her desire to escape so strong, and her ability to do so completely lacking.
It was Vyktor’s fault, of course. He was the cause of her incarceration. He was the reason she was being kept from her freedom, kept as a pet, but in spite of that, she no longer hated him. What he was doing to her was far less cruel than what was done to most prisoners of war. She did hate the way he had been so very right about her, how he’d known she’d respond to his strength and direction. How she’d come to almost crave obedience to him at times.
It was frightening, in a way, to respond so strongly to a man. She thought of him as a man even though he was clearly not. Even his slitted catlike pupils no longer looked strange to her. She was coming to read his expressions the same way she could read anyone’s.
“You look bored, pet,” Vyktor noted one afternoon. “Let me show you an amusing trick.”
Aria sat up on the bed cross-legged and looked at him askance. “What are you going to do, pull a rabbit out of your ass?”
“That sounds disrespectful,” he chided. “But no. Come.”
He led her out onto the mountainside, and while she shivered, told her to collect a rock. Any rock.
“Are you serious?” Aria�
�s teeth chattered, her jeweled leash jangling. “You brought me out here to freeze naked and pick up rocks?”
“Pick one quickly, pet,” he ordered. “And then we will seek warmth again.”
Wondering if Vyktor had gone crazy, Aria scooped up a handful of gravelly pebbles and a larger rock. “Here,” she said. “Will this do?”
“Perfect,” he said, scooping her up into his arms. His body heat provided immediate shield against the cold, but she was still chilled when they got back to Vyktor’s rooms. He blew gently on her hands and feet to help warm them. Aria loved that talent of his; it could create quite an interesting sensation on her nethers—and a much less pleasant one on her bottom.
“Neat trick,” she smiled.
“Wait until you see this one,” Vyktor said, picking up the largest rock Aria had chosen. He settled it in the palm of his hand and breathed on it softly while stroking it with his thumb and fingers. Before Aria’s bewildered eyes, it turned from lumpen rock of no value at all to a soft, shiny ore.
“Holy… Is that gold?”
“Yes,” he said. “Our breath allows us to change the structure of certain materials—as well as discipline naughty pets.”
“You know, people have been trying to turn rock to gold for centuries here,” she said. “They never did it.”
“Our worlds are very close,” Vyktor said, sliding the nugget of now pure gold into her hands. “I think perhaps some more sensitive humans have been able to feel it from time to time, perhaps even see into it in their dreams. We have a kinship which is not obvious, but which is very deep and very old.”
“You think?” Aria rolled the gold in her hands. She could only imagine how much it must be worth, something almost as big as a tennis ball. “You could crash our entire economy with this trick,” she mused. “Or become very, very rich.”
“We are also adept at finding jewels buried in rock,” Vyktor said. “I believe there is already a small trove here. I have a few of them here.”