The Dragon Lord's Pet

by Loki Renard

  “I am treating you like a criminal who needs to be retrained from the very beginning,” he interrupted. “You have not earned the privileges and freedoms you think you are entitled to.”

  “So what do I have to do to earn a private toilet?”

  He smirked.

  “I’m going to ruin your grass,” she pointed out pragmatically.

  His smirk grew a little wider, betrayed his acknowledgment of her humor.

  “Come here,” he said, beckoning her naked form closer.

  She took a step forward and his large hand slid around her waist and settled on her bottom, a warning perhaps, though it felt something like an embrace as he looked down at her, her rebellious face raised to his dominant expression.

  “I will ask one thing of you for now, pet. And that is obedience. Make no mistake. You are to be punished. You will be chained. You will be thrashed. You will find yourself embarrassed and more. There is no way of avoiding those things because those are the things you earned when you attempted regicide…”

  She sensed a ‘but’ as his hand ran smoothly over her bare back and cheeks.

  “But,” he said. “I want you to understand that your lot can and will improve if you show me that obedience I demand. I know you are not an animal. You are of the blood. Other human girls have worn collars merely to show them their place. You wear that collar to keep you in yours. I know what you are, pet, and I have a sense of what you could be. But I will not show you mercy you do not earn. Understand?”

  Why was this almost harder when he spoke to her like a person rather than ordering her about like a pet? She didn’t understand why suddenly her anger was fading and being replaced with something much softer. His finger extended beneath her chin to stop her from bowing her head with sudden shyness.

  “Do you understand, pet?”

  “Yes,” she said in a voice close to a whisper. “I understand.”

  “Good,” he said, swatting her bottom with a firm slap. “You’ve been trained badly, my girl. You’ve been lied to, you’ve been twisted. You’ve been turned from what you should be… a gorgeous young woman any man or dragon would desire… to a vicious little attempted murderess. But I don’t see that in you, pet. I see a softness in your gaze. You have been standing next to me now for a full minute and you have not attempted any foolish aggression… it’s too late to start now,” he smirked as she realized that he was right. She could have totally kneed him in the groin. Why hadn’t she?

  “Let me show you what you can be… and what you can have.”

  He took her by the hand and led her back into the house, walking, not crawling. It was a significant mercy given how sore her knees had become. He led her through the well-appointed rooms, paneled with dark wood and decorated with paintings depicting dragons and men and women alike. There was something about Vitomir reflected in his home, a refinement. Yes. He could be brutal, of that she had no doubt, and he was powerful, but he knew how to use it with a certain amount of elegance.

  He led her to a large bedroom, with great windows overlooking a brilliant field of green.

  Suddenly she was on the bed, cast there by powerful hands, which then turned upon his clothing, tearing it from his body to reveal his naked form. She knew already from having him handle her that he was a large, muscular man. Now she saw that his shoulders, chest, and arms were all marked by scars, his torso was less marked, but perhaps that was because of the thicker skin that looked almost like plates of flesh leading down to the thick cock standing erect at the apex of his thighs. She had no idea how many inches the beast was, but she knew it was far larger than she could ever hope to take inside her.

  He let out a harsh chuckle as her eyes focused on his dragon cock, the head of it more pointed than a human cock, the base thicker and again, plated with what looked like much harder flesh. She saw his plan for her in those golden slitted eyes. She knew what the next minutes would bring—and a sudden flash of fear made her leap from the bed.

  She did not make it far at all. He caught her before she had even left the mattress, his hand on her ankle as he dragged her whimpering naked body back toward him. He covered her body with his own, her belly down against the mattress, pinned by his large hand as he pushed her thighs wide open and her pussy and ass were exposed to his rampant cock.

  “Easy, pet,” he chuckled, sounding amused at her weak struggles.

  Her heart hammered in her throat as his hand slid between her legs and rubbed her sex. He had moved back to allow himself to see her there, one strong hand on her thigh, preventing further flight as his thick fingers roamed the dark down-covered lips of her sex.

  She felt him part her lips and lean down, and then a stream of air flowed over her exposed inner lips, making them tingle. He was playing some dragon trick on her, and it was making her pussy respond in spite of her fear. It played over her pussy lips, found her clit and set that little bundle of nerves ablaze with arousal.

  He leaned back and pulled her up into a kneeling position so that she was positioned face down on the bed, her hips high, her ass offered to the dragon. He kept toying with her, blowing lightly over her sex, past her clit so that her hips wanted to grind and dip toward the sensation, but couldn’t because he was holding her there.

  She felt his fingers parting her inner lips, spreading her open. He must be looking practically inside her…

  Suddenly the world rolled around and she was on her back, looking up into his eyes. Her hands went down to cover her pussy as that golden gaze bored into her.

  “You’re a virgin.”

  He said it in the same way he would have said she had an extra head—with an outright shocked surprise.

  “Yes,” she said, wishing she could cover herself more. “It’s hard to get laid when your father has a habit of making your boyfriends disappear.”

  “This changes things,” he grunted.

  “Does it? Why? What do you care? You make me eat out of a bowl, piss in the grass, what do you care for a bit of skin?”

  “You’re captive because of your crimes,” he growled. “You’re mine because you cannot be trusted to be your own. That doesn’t mean I intend to tear you open.”

  She winced at his words and shrank away even though he was talking about what he would not do. She knew what he was physically capable of. She could not have stopped him if he wanted to just take her. She hadn’t been able to stop him doing anything he had done.

  * * *

  In that moment he hated the way she looked at him, her eyes filled with fear. It was not how he wanted a woman he cared for to look at him, but overall, he needed her to fear him for the moment. He needed that fear to keep her in check, keep her from reverting to the sick programming that had been instilled into her by her twisted parent. But he did not like it. There was no pleasure in seeing her cower and tremble. He wanted to fall to his knees and scoop her up into his arms and hold her close, reassure her that she would not come to any harm with him.

  But he could not.

  He stood up next to the bed. His cock was aching for her. She was his prize. His pet. She was his to use and he would use her.

  “Come here, pet,” he beckoned.

  She rose reluctantly, her eyes filled with doubt. She had such fire, this little dragon, but he had seen her body responding to his touch and breath. That virginal pussy wanted to be taken. He had seen the dew forming between her inner lips, scented the arousal as those lips swelled with desire. He wondered if some of the spiteful words she threw at him came not only from fear, but from being denied what she needed—a thick cock stretching her tight little hole wide.

  “Your pussy isn’t ready… but your mouth is.”

  He took a thick handful of her hair and pulled her lips to his cock, sliding his thick rod into her mouth, over her soft, wet tongue. He was not asking her nicely if he could take her mouth, he was doing it because she was his to fuck as he pleased.

  “You should be glad for this mercy,” he growled down at her. “Y
our sex is delicate, soft… it is not ready for a dragon’s rough cock.”

  She made muffled sounds, but he did not feel any resistance. Was she surrendering to him already? It would not have surprised him entirely. On the slab in the king’s dungeon she had been quite eager to enjoy the sensations his fingers could provide. She was a beautiful young woman flowering into full gorgeousness, and her frustrated comment about her father chasing suitors away gave Vitomir enough pieces of the puzzle to be able to put it together. She was a frustrated, horny little thing who needed a man’s touch more than anything.

  As he plunged his cock into her mouth, he felt a molten quality start to build. Her mouth was hot, getting hotter by the moment. The fire of dragoness desire was well documented. A fully female dragon could scorch her mate if she was not careful. Lilly’s capacities were not nearly as strong, though she clearly had some ability to raise dragon breath. He doubted she had any real control of it. She was now squirming in his grasp, her beautifully shaped ass grinding against thin air. He knew what she wanted, what her body needed. Her pussy was rebelling at being empty while her mouth was full.

  He fucked her mouth as he would fuck her pussy, long strokes, powerful and demanding. He slid his cock to the very back of her mouth, pulled back before he hit her throat. He could have gone deeper, but again he wanted her to feel his mercy as well as his domination.

  There was nothing to be gained simply by beating and fucking her. Any lout could pin a girl down and defile her. He was in a battle for more than her body. He needed her heart and her mind too. This seemed like rough punishment, but it was temptation and warning… and a promise too. A promise that the yearning in her cunt would not have to stay unsatisfied forever if she found it within her to obey.

  He fucked her mouth with long strokes, holding her gaze as her lips stretched around him. So many emotions flashed through her eyes. He saw desire, rebellion, fear, hatred, need, admiration. She didn’t know what to make of him, that much was clear, but what was obvious was the way her body was responding. He could smell her arousal stronger than ever. She was soaking wet, her pussy no doubt becoming just as hot and moist as her mouth as he plunged his cock in and out.

  Vitomir tested his theory, sliding his hand down her bare back and finding her pussy with his fingers. A slick hot channel met them. As he had suspected, she was getting incredibly wet. He ran his fingers up and down her slippery slit, teasing her sex as he fucked her mouth.

  Her pussy drew him, called to him. He wanted her badly, so much he could have pulled his cock from her lips, flipped her head over heels, and shoved his cock right into that hot tight channel without missing a stroke, but he restrained himself.

  That little scrap of virginal skin… he could have torn it from her in a second, but he was not going to waste the opportunity to deflower her. Virginity could easily be taken, but hers would be given.

  He could no longer hold back. Her innocent but rebellious gaze, her soft lips, her hot little mouth, her squirming curves… they all conspired to rip an orgasm from his body and he came with a great roar, his seed splashing over her tongue and down her throat. To his immense surprise, she swallowed the bulk of his load, drinking his cum down her eager little throat as he stroked himself in and out of her mouth a few more times, soaking in the sensation.

  “Good girl,” he said, breathless, running his hand through her dark curling hair. “Very good girl.”

  * * *

  Lilly lay on the soft bed, her belly full of dragon seed, her pussy tingling with vestigial arousal. He had not let her come. He had not done anything for her besides spare her pussy his cock, something that no longer felt merciful. She was aroused by the way he had handled her. Aroused by everything about him. Now she was curled up away from him and he was lying next to her, flat on his back, one arm behind his head, the other trailing his fingertips along the curve of her spine. It was very relaxing, if not entirely satisfying in the way her body wanted to be satisfied.

  Could she really forget everything else he’d done to her in the last twenty-four hours? The cage? The lawn? The bowls? No. Of course not. She hated him. The fact that he was hot was irrelevant.

  “I should have you lie on the floor,” he said. “But you were an obedient… dare I say, desiring little pet and there are rewards for obedience. Comfort is one of them.”

  She rolled over and looked at him. “It’s that easy, is it? Suck your dick and get out of jail free?”

  He let out a laugh. “Pet, if you had any sense at all you would hold your tongue.”

  “What makes you think I have any sense?”

  Golden eyes narrowed at her with warning. “You’re obviously not stupid. You’re a quick-witted little wench,” he said, with what she could only call reluctant admiration. “But you will still be caged when I am not able to supervise you. I do not trust you an inch, pet.”

  “You just trusted me with at least ten of them.”

  He smirked, catching her meaning.

  “If only you had come to Casimer with that razor wit, and not an actual blade,” he said. “This conversation might be taking place under much more comfortable circumstances for you.”

  “If only Casimer had not cast my father out. If only Lazarus had not fucked a prostitute. If only he had not sought me out years later and told me what I was… then this conversation wouldn’t be happening at all.”

  “So you did not grow up with Lazarus.”

  “No. I met him after my mother died. They were looking for my next of kin. They found him. He didn’t even know I’d been born. He took me in and looked after me and he showed me what I was… what I could do.”

  “So for the past four years, you have been trained to avenge him,” Vitomir murmured.

  “Not very well, apparently,” she said with a little eye roll. “I haven’t avenged anything.”

  His eyes swept over her face with something like pity. “You were not made to kill kings. You are too soft, too delicate, too small in every way. But you are a perfect pet. I will train you anew, Lilly.”

  “You mean you’ll stuff me in a cage and fuck me.”

  “That’s part of it,” he acknowledged. “But there is more too.”

  His hand slid down between her thighs and found the little reservoir of arousal that had not gone away.

  “You see, your body calls for this,” he murmured, his finger sliding into her pussy. He began to move it in and out of her tight sex, sliding past the partial barrier of her hymen over and over.

  She let out a hiss and bit her lower lip. She had never been touched like this before. Lazarus had kept total guard over her. No male had been allowed in the same room as her, so she had never had the opportunity to experience what it was to be touched by a man who knew what her body was for.

  Lilly let out soft little moans as the dragon fingered her virginal pussy, his large, powerful hand cupping her sex. He rolled her over onto her back and slid up beside her, those golden eyes ranging over her body, seeing the way her little pink-tipped nipples rose into peaks of arousal, how she could not help but lift her hips to him.

  “Ask me for permission to come…”

  It was too late. Her orgasm was upon her and she did not hold it back, couldn’t have if she had wanted to. She came squirming against his fingers, her mouth opened in a cry of release as she ground herself against the dragon’s palm, her body shaking, her juices soaking his hand as he rubbed her naughty cunt to completion.

  “Well,” he tutted. “It seems I have a disobedient pet,” he drawled, reaching over into the drawers beside the bed.

  “I didn’t… I mean… I couldn’t help it! I don’t even… how could you stop that. I couldn’t!”

  “Poor little virgin doesn’t know how to control her orgasms,” he smirked down at her. “You will learn, pet,” he said. “You will learn to control yourself in many ways, lest I take control for you.”

  Something dark and silken and soft was in his hand—a length of cloth that he wrapped aro
und her head in a blindfold, plunging her into darkness.

  She felt him spread her legs wide and whimpered, not knowing what he had planned for her. She felt something hot and wet run along the slit of her pussy. It was his tongue. He was licking her there, in her most sensitive place, the very tip of that hot muscle running over the petals of her sex, finding her clit, bringing a fresh rush of pleasure.

  And then… and then he stopped.

  She let out a whimper as his tongue moved away and the orgasm receded.

  “See, pet,” he murmured through the darkness. “I can control when you come, how many times you come, how hard you come…”

  His tongue was back, lashing against her clit with an almost punishing sensation, heat spearing across the little bud time and time again. She thrashed about so much he pinned her hips in place and kept her still, disciplining her pussy with his mouth. It was too intense for her to come, but not so bad that it tipped all the way into pain. She was caught in a state between the two realms, gasping and begging and moaning until he once more took pity on her and removed his mouth from her sex.

  “Your pussy is wet and swollen,” he growled softly. “You almost look as though you’ve been fucked long and hard… but you haven’t, have you, pet. You’ve never had a man’s cock spread your tight little cunt open. You don’t know what it is to be fully woman. You’re a bratty little whelpling, that’s what you are.”

  She blushed furiously, wishing he would just slide his cock inside her pussy and give her what she had been missing, but of course he didn’t. He was torturing her by slow degrees.

  “Ow!” Lilly gasped.

  He’d slapped her pussy, right across her puffy lower lips. He repeated the treatment, holding her legs open and spanking her sex with swift little slaps that made her pussy tingle and leak even more juices of arousal. She could smell herself now, the air was thick with her need. Her pussy was aching, the muscles of her abdomen starting to cramp a little from all the squirming and clenching of her inner walls…