The Dragon Lord's Pet

by Loki Renard

  The straps across her bottom were pulled apart in such a way that they contrived to hold her cheeks spread open. She let out a groan through the gag as she felt the air on her sore pussy and the tight little bud of her ass.

  “Look at that pussy,” he murmured. “You will need a day or so to recover, I think, pet. I’ve ravaged you quite thoroughly.”

  His apparent mercy did not stop him from running his fingertip lightly over her clit, tapping it, then returning to his task. He took something from a drawer and a moment later, Lilly felt something cool and slippery slide against her bottom hole.

  She was not sheltered. She knew what anal sex was. A tremor ran through her at the idea of taking a dragon there. He was far too big and she had never… she whimpered and pulled her hips away, only to be yanked back firmly by one of the straps, her bottom slapped firmly.

  “Stay still,” he growled.

  It was almost impossible to stay still as he started to work his finger against her bottom, pushing the lubricating oil against the tight muscle. Whenever she squirmed, he growled at her, spanked her butt, and returned to the task. It took several long minutes for him to breach the ring of muscle, at which point Lilly let out a loud whine and jerked away, unwilling to submit easily to this intrusion.

  “It will only hurt if you stay so tense,” he said, spanking her again. “This is one finger. You will take much more than this. Breathe deep and relax your bottom.”

  She growled and pulled harder away from him, attempting an escape across the bed. Not because it hurt, but because feeling her bottom hole being played with made her feel utterly and totally helpless. Did he truly think she would hold herself there and quietly let him just take her ass? There was nothing dirtier or more embarrassing than that.

  Vitomir caught her by the harness and pulled her back down again. Now she was flat against the bed, her clamped nipples pressed against the coverlet as Vitomir pinned her by the back of the neck and spanked her in earnest, whipping her leather harnessed bottom hard and fast until she cried hot tears.

  As she started to sob, he pulled the gag from her mouth and glowered down at her. “What is it, pet? Speak!”

  “It hurts,” she whimpered.

  “It hurts because you’ve been bucking and resisting and acting like a little brat,” he said. “What I was doing can feel very good if you don’t clench and flail.”

  “You’re lying.”

  “I have no reason to lie to you,” he growled. “You’re being disobedient.”

  “You’re putting things in my butt!”

  “I am,” he said, shaking his head as he held her firmly in place. “And you’re acting up, after being so good all morning.”

  * * *

  This girl was a brat. Vitomir had been very careful in dealing with her bottom. He had effectively barely touched it, but she was resisting him and the physiology of that part of her anatomy meant that when she resisted, she felt pain.

  “You need a break,” he decided. “A nap. Time to go back to your cage for a bit.”

  “No! Not the cage!” she protested immediately.

  He scooped her pretty, complaining body up and carried her back downstairs to the cage. There she looked at him with a pout, letting out little gasps as he removed the clips on her nipples, but left the harness on her. It was already proving to be a very useful training tool, allowing him to keep her right where he wanted her.

  He put her in the cage, encouraging her to go in with a slap to her naughty bottom. As she scuttled in, he reached up and picked a small silver bell from a nearby shelf. He put it inside the cage before closing the door and stood back.

  “When you’re ready for me to get back to dealing with your bottom, ring the bell.”

  She reached out and took it in her hand, a look of potential mischief entering her eyes.

  “If I hear that, I will come back and you will be put through your paces, pet. Your bottom will be mine.”

  With that, he left her to consider her situation. It was very possible that she would not ring the bell at all, he knew that. But the possibility that she might effectively ask for him to explore her bottom was too intriguing to let go. If she was ever to have her freedom, she would have to come to serve him out of desire. Only then would he be sure that some real change had taken place in her heart and mind.

  He adjourned to his study in the next room and set himself to tasks of state. To his surprise, he was less than an hour into his work before he heard the tinkle of the bell. As promised, he set aside his work and went to his pet.

  She was at the bars of her cage, her hands wrapped around them, her big eyes looking up at him with a frankly pitiful expression.

  “I hate this cage,” she whimpered. “I want to come out.”

  “If you come out, you know what’s going to happen, don’t you, pet.”

  She bit her lower lip, then nodded.

  He unlocked the cage and opened the door, standing back to allow her to emerge in a sybaritic crawl. She was becoming quite adept on her hands and knees.

  “First you need to be cleaned out,” he said. “Come up to the bathroom.”

  She followed him, staying at a crawl as he went up the stairs. “But I’ve already been bathed today…”

  He did not reply until they were in the bathroom, a large room with a significant-sized tub and a great many little tricks and treats tucked away. One of them was a smooth hose attached to a wide bowl that could be set upon a rack made for the purpose. Vitomir filled the bowl, then sat on the broad edge of the bath and beckoned her over his thighs. Her reluctance was clear, but he didn’t have to tell her that if she refused again, she’d be put back in the cage and not likely let out again until tomorrow.

  “Other side,” he corrected, “facing away from the bowl.”

  She did as she was told, her pretty naked body moving beautifully with the harness as she slid up and over his thighs. He used the hand holds the straps provided to position her just as he wanted her, and then keep her there.

  “What are you doing?” The trepidation in her whimper was wise, because he had quite the plan for her. The hose was made from a semi-hard tree sap, and culminated in a slim nozzle. It had certain medical applications, but Vitomir was not intending to use it medically.

  He spread her cheeks using the straps of her harness to keep them in place, congratulating himself on the design. It really was quite perfect in the way it both framed and controlled her rear. The tight pink bud of her bottom was on prominent display now, ready for the lubricant he dabbed on both it and the nozzle of his device.

  She let out an adorable squeak as he pressed the nozzle into her bottom and slowly let warm water begin to trickle inside her.

  * * *

  Oh, god. He was giving her an enema. Lilly almost couldn’t believe it, but it was far from the strangest thing he had done to her. The sensation of being slowly filled with water was an odd one that made her quite restless over his thighs. He responded as he always did, with a growl of censure and a swat to her cheek.

  “Stay still.”

  “I can’t!” she gasped. “It’s… look at what you’re doing!”

  “I am looking,” he said, sounding immensely satisfied.

  “You’re cruel… oww…” she complained as her tummy cramped.

  “What is it?” He always seemed to be able to tell the difference between her whines of complaint and real pain.

  “It’s too much…”

  “Hmm… you’ve only had a little, pet, less than half a cup…” He slid his hand below her belly and began to rub her tummy, a slow comforting motion that helped the cramps as the water, the flow of which he seemed to have slowed a little more, still trickled inside her.

  The more water that entered her, the more she squirmed. She couldn’t help it. It was such a strange, embarrassing feeling. Just when she thought he had found every way to humiliate her, he seemed to find another way.

  Just as she thought she could not take anymore, he
slid the nozzle from her bottom, then replaced it with a small rubber plug that held the water in as she continued to wriggle over his knees.

  “Settle down, pet,” he said. “Just a little while longer and I’ll let you go.”

  She let out a long whine, which only served to get her bottom slapped swiftly. He had her gripped firmly by the harness, his strong hand clenched more or less between her shoulders, putting some pressure on her collar as well.

  “You’ll feel better soon,” he said. “But keep up this display of temper and you’ll be sore.”

  Lilly settled into a stubborn silence over his thighs. There was nothing she could do. Her status as prisoner and criminal meant he didn’t even care about trying to seduce her into things like this. She either took her punishment or she took more punishment.

  But at least she wasn’t in the cage.

  Now that she had settled, he started to rub her bottom better, his palm moving in soothing, mesmerizing circles. The straps holding her cheeks open also put her pussy on prominent display and it was not long before his fingers were stroking up and down her outer lips, gently teasing her.

  Thanks to the thorough plundering he’d subjected her pussy to earlier, her mound was hypersensitive, and she was already primed to respond. The moment he touched her, her entire body seemed to light up. Being held over his strong thighs, his powerful hands keeping her in place as he tended to the most intimate areas of her person had made her wet from the beginning. He was discovering that now, toying with the slick juices emerging from the pink center of her pussy, using them to massage her lower lips with a tender touch that made her spread her legs wider and arch her back and almost forget that her belly was full of enema water—but not entirely.

  He found the bud of her clit and rolled it gently between his thumb and forefinger, making her gasp with pleasure. God. She wasn’t going to come like this, was she?

  Lilly grasped at his leg as her own spread wider, little panted breaths escaping her lips as her captor eased her toward orgasm with his expert touch. Nobody had been sexual with her before him, and now he knew absolutely every part of her, right down to the way tapping just above her clit could set her off like a…

  “Ohhhhh mmmyyyyyy… goodddd!” she cried out as he did precisely what she had sensed he would, his fingertips spanking above her clit with a sharp and swift motion that sent a jolt of sensation through the hard little bud.

  If it wasn’t for the plug in her bottom, she would have lost control completely.

  He pulled the plug from her bottom and swept her over onto the toilet.

  “Please,” she begged. “Don’t watch.”

  Vitomir smirked and stepped outside the door.

  A second later, she experienced the most complete sense of relief possible. It was embarrassing, but it felt so very good and when it was over and she was completely purged, she felt lighter and cleaner than she had in a very long time.

  “Come out, pet, I know you’re ready now.”

  Vitomir’s call ensured that she could not lurk in the bathroom forever. She made sure she was entirely clean before leaving reluctantly, her trepidation increasing as she realized the ordeal was far from over.

  She found Vitomir standing naked in the bedroom, with something very odd in his hand. At first she thought it was some kind of flogger, but as she drew closer she realized that the dark fall clutched in his hand was actually hair of some kind… like a ponytail attached to a thick butt plug.

  “Will you have the tail or my cock?” He asked the question as she stood staring at him nervously.

  “Wha?”

  “Tail or cock, pet. One of them is going to fill your tight little ass.”

  A furious blush rushed the length of her body and made her face bloom red. Of course the true answer was neither, but she already knew he would not accept that.

  “Quick, pet, or I will choose for you.”

  “Uhm… tail,” she whimpered. The plug on the tail was not nearly as thick or as long as Vitomir’s cock.

  “Good,” he smirked, moving pillows to form a little raised bank. “Come here and bend over the pillows.”

  She did as she was told, knowing that disobedience would only send her back to the cage. Once on the bed she crawled over the pillows and lay helpless as he returned to the task he had begun earlier. First he lubricated the tight little ring of muscle and then he began to stretch it, sliding one thick finger inside her.

  Her little gasps and whimpers only seemed to please him, and her obedience earned her praise.

  “Very good, pet,” he said. “You see how much easier this is when you do not clench against me?”

  His finger was now moving freely, her muscle having relaxed enough to allow for that, and she discovered that he had been right all along. This was starting to feel… almost… nice… Maybe she could take him as he wanted her to take him. Maybe his cock would actually be preferable to the tail. The tail would be an embarrassment. His cock… that might be an experience.

  “Can I, uhm… change my mind?”

  He slid his finger from her bottom. “You want my cock, pet?”

  “If I can stay here, in the bed? I mean, all night?”

  Vitomir chuckled, his hand swatting her bottom. “You’re bargaining with me, pet? I don’t need to make bargains with you. I can fuck this hole if I want to, the choice was a mere courtesy.”

  She whimpered with embarrassment as he pushed two fingers inside her and worked them in and out of her bottom just as he had with one, twisting and easing her tight rectum open. She could do nothing but gasp and grasp the sheets as the dragon took full control of her rear, making her bottom do things she never thought it would do.

  Finally he pulled his fingers free and in their place pushed the lubricated tip of the plug into her rear. It slid in very easily at first, then became something of a struggle, but that didn’t matter to Vitomir. As she whimpered and gasped and her hips performed a squirming dance of reluctance, he kept twisting and pushing and playing with her bottom, making her tight muscle stretch and submit until the base of the plug settled against her rear, and the dark cascade of the tail brushed against her legs.

  “Now, crawl for me, pet,” he ordered with a slap to her bottom. “Around the room. I want to see.”

  Surely she could not be any more embarrassed than she was in that moment. She crawled on hands and knees, her head down, her dark locks covering her face.

  She didn’t see him coming, but she felt him take hold of her hips and pull the plug from her ass. A second later, the hot head of his cock took its place as he began to fuck her without fanfare, his thick rod spearing between her cheeks, riding deep into her bottom.

  Lilly gasped, her body reacting with a cascade of pleasure to the sudden intrusion. Every time he handled her with this supreme dominance, she felt herself melt. She lowered her face to the floor, burying it in her arms as her hips stayed high and her bottom was fucked.

  She could feel it in her pussy, not the same way she would have felt it if he was actually inside there, but in a strange reflected, secondhand sort of way. The wall of her pussy was being rippled with every stroke of his cock so when he reached beneath her and found her clit, pinching it between his fingers, she felt orgasm start to rise. Some of it was sensation, but much more of it was from the realization of what was happening to her. Her ass was being fucked. She was being used by a dragon. Her creamy, swelling, sweating flesh was his to dominate and she had no choice but to surrender.

  A roar behind her head heralded his climax. She felt his cock thicken in her ass, becoming almost impossibly big as he shot load after load of seed inside her bottom. She thought it was over then, but it was not. He pulled out of her ass and rather than letting the cum drip from her ravaged hole, he pushed the plug back in.

  “You can keep my seed a while longer, pet,” he growled against the back of her head as he held her and strummed her pussy roughly, his fingers slapping and rubbing her wet slit until she came agains
t his hand, rutting and moaning and arching her fucked and plugged bottom back against him.

  Chapter Eleven

  Three weeks after he first brought his pet home, Vitomir found his doorstep cluttered with old men wearing black rags one fine morning. Technically, it was his doorman who found them, but it was much of a muchness as they asked to be allowed to see the high lord. Usually Vitomir received such guests at the hall of justice at High Town, which was laid out below his estate, but he had been there much less since taking his pet, and the men refused to go away when the doorman attempted to send them off with a date for such a meeting.

  “I am sorry, Lord Vitomir, but short of turning either the chamber pot slops or the dogs on them, I do not think they will leave.”

  “Let them come to me,” Vitomir sighed. “I have an hour to burn on relentless superstition.”

  Vitomir received the priests in his study. He had an uncomfortable feeling as to what they were there for, and the moment they opened their mouths his feeling was proved correct.

  “High Lord Vitomir, by your leave we wish to question the obsidian one.”

  There was arrogance in the old priest’s tone. Being bankrupted, driven from their fine homes and becoming little more than beggars during Casimer’s first period of enlightenment had not damaged their egos. Vitomir felt a mixture of pity and derision, looking at the way dirt had gathered in the deep lines of their wrinkled faces. They were priests of dust and nothing more.

  “Obsidian one?” Vitomir pretended not to know what they were talking about.

  “The… dragoness you have…”

  “You mean my half-blooded pet,” he said, his lip curling. “And no. You will not question her. I will not have her head filled with nonsense. There is enough of that in there already.”

  A brittle ripple went through the men before their leader spoke again.

  “Lord Vitomir, there are some things in this world which cannot be easily dismissed. The legend of the obsidian dragon is as old as the world eaters. It is nothing to be sneered at. It is said that the arrival of the obsidian one heralds the shattering of the empire, the death of the king, the wastage of his line, the rising of a world devourer…”