The Dragon Lord's Pet

by Loki Renard

“I am the man who owns you, pet,” he growled. “Has my recent kindness made you forget that?”

  “It’s the pet thing,” she accused. “You don’t want to be with me, have a family with me. I’m just some slut in a cage to you, a fuck toy for your amusement. I’m no different to you than my mother was to my asshole father. If I did get pregnant, you’d probably throw me out on the streets just like he did… hey!”

  She had been flipped over onto her stomach and Vitomir was pinning her over his thighs, his hand meeting her bare ass with swift, sharp slaps.

  “You think calling me names and telling me what terrible things I would do in your imagination makes me think that you are ready to be a mother?” He swatted her butt hard enough to make her yelp. “You think I will impregnate a spoiled little brat who shouts her demands at me?”

  “Let me up!”

  “Absolutely not. You have become very spoiled very quickly, pet. When you are ready for breeding, you will be bred. You are barely ready to share my bed as it is. You are a naive little wench, who just a few weeks ago allowed herself to be taken from my home under cover of darkness without a single complaint. You do not know enough about this world to be safe in it, let alone guide any offspring through it.”

  He spanked her through the lecture, his words stinging far more than any of the slaps that made her bottom grow red. There was nothing she could do to stop the punishment, and she was not emotionally inclined to apologize. She was so frustrated and sore that all she could do in the end was burst into tears, sobbing miserably first into the blankets and then against Vitomir’s chest as he stopped spanking her and instead pulled her against his body, giving comfort instead of chastisement.

  She curled up in his arms, her tears drying slowly, and wondered to herself if he wasn’t right. She was very young. The same age her mother had been. And her mother had been… well… less than ideal.

  “Give it time,” he murmured against her ear. “Give yourself time.”

  * * *

  Later they sat naked in front of the fire and ate the most delicious meal of roasted ribs Lilly had ever had. It was accompanied with a lightly fermented beverage that was not quite alcoholic enough to get her drunk, but enough to help her relax a little.

  “Tell me what you would like for the future,” Vitomir said. “You will have a daughter… and then… a son?”

  “I don’t know,” she smiled. “I don’t know what I will have. I know I want to have the family I didn’t. I want to have Christmas with a tree and presents and…”

  “Christmas?”

  “It’s a holiday where people give each other gifts. It’s a religious holiday, but it’s more than that too. It’s sort of… it’s a family day. It’s a day where everyone comes home and wears silly sweaters and bickers and eats a good meal and some people get what they want and other people get socks and…” She broke off. “It’s a family thing,” she said. “It’s like an uber birthday for the son of God, and everyone celebrates.”

  “Everyone?”

  “Well, everyone except people who have different ideas about it, but growing up my friends had these big family Christmases and I always wished I could have one too. I wished I had enough of a family to sit around a tree and see their faces light up at the gifts they’d been given. I wished there was more than just me and my mom—and she’d work most Christmases, so it was just me.”

  Vitomir nodded. “Well, I see no reason why that cannot become part of our ritual here. It sounds harmless enough.”

  “It’s not a ritual like you have here. There aren’t any blood sacrifices,” Lilly smiled. “It’s just presents and turkey and cake and family.”

  “Maybe we could add a small blood sacrifice,” he winked.

  She smiled at him. He was so handsome when he was being kind. In the beginning she had never suspected that he could be so warm and so caring. He had been desirable when he was ruthless, but now he made her heart melt as well as her loins.

  She wiped her hands and crawled toward him, pressing a kiss on his lips.

  The kiss deepened as he cupped her face with his hands and drew her down atop him, her legs straddling his body as they moved gently against one another, making love with a slow, languid desire that burned like the fire behind them.

  “I love you, Lilly.” The words were growled against her lips as they kissed.

  She stopped moving, stopped kissing, just looked down at him with a slightly stunned gaze.

  “You love me?”

  “I wouldn’t slay two dozen priests for anyone I didn’t love,” he said, his dark jest accompanied by a long thrust inside her slick sex. “Do you doubt me, pet?”

  She looked down into his golden gaze and shook her head. “I don’t doubt you,” she said softly. “I know you love me.”

  His hands slid up into her hair and pulled her down for a long, passionate kiss. There were no words after that, there was no room for them. Though she was on top, he was in control, his dragon cock moving with a steady thrusting motion as she squirmed atop him, her hips grinding so her greedy little clit got the most sensation from the hard plates at his pubic bone.

  She worked her pussy over him until orgasm flowed through her and into him and back again, their fluids mixing and eddying between their bodies. Finally she collapsed against his chest and was held tenderly and tight.

  “One day,” he murmured against her hair, “you will have everything you desire and everything you deserve.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  Having been captured by cultists and denied the full potency of his seed, Lilly suspected she had a window of sympathy where Vitomir was concerned, and she intended to use it. She slept in his bed now, which was something, but it wasn’t quite enough. She wanted more.

  Late one evening, she snuggled up to Vitomir, nuzzling under his chin. He was obviously tired, but she hoped that would help. Maybe he’d be too sleepy to argue and instead give in to her request.

  “Go to sleep, pet,” he murmured, his eyes still closed. “It’s late.”

  “I can’t sleep,” she complained. “The collar rubs against my neck.”

  He opened one eye and looked over at her. “You’ve slept every night since it was put on. Why is it suddenly too hard to sleep in?”

  “I don’t know, it just is,” she whined. “Please, take it off. Even for a little bit?”

  He let out a chuckle. “Not on your life, pet. That is the only thing that stops me from having to chase you all over the realm. I am sure of it.”

  She squirmed up the bed, resting her upper body on his chest. “What if I promised not to fly away?”

  “Then I’d have to thrash you for lying as well as fleeing when I caught you once you’d flown away,” he said with a dark smirk.

  “You never believe me,” she pouted. “It’s not like I lie to you. Even when I wanted to kill Casimer, I didn’t pretend I didn’t want to. I’m not a liar.”

  “No, you’re a teenage girl filled with curiosity and spirit.”

  Lilly sat up, pouting and pulling the covers off his naked chest. He lay there with a glint in his eye as she kneeled next to him, one hand on her hip, the other making a show of tugging at her collar.

  “You throw my age at me when you want to stop me from doing something, but you never care about how young I am when you fuck me,” she challenged. “It doesn’t stop you from tying me up and sticking things in my butt and all sorts of perverted stuff.”

  “You’d prefer I locked you up and kept you chaste in addition to everything else?” he smirked. “Very well, pet. There will be no more sexual contact.”

  “Fine,” she pouted.

  “And you will not sleep in my bed, lest I be tempted to take advantage of your…” his lip curled, “…innocence. You will sleep in the servant’s room adjoining mine.”

  She squealed as he sat up, wrapped an arm around her waist, and yanked her out of bed. Clutching at, well, anything, she grabbed one of the vibrating rubber toys he liked to use on h
er. It did nothing to stop her from being dumped in the servant’s room with a solid slap to her rear.

  “One minute,” he said. “You’re naked. That won’t do. I might be inclined to take advantage of a naked pet.”

  He left and returned with a pair of silken panties, tossing them toward her. “Put those on and go to sleep,” he said. “If I hear another sound out of you tonight, you’ll be back in your cage.”

  With that he left her in the aftermath of her attempted manipulation, very much outplayed. She cursed under her breath and wondered if it was worth sneaking back into his bed in a few minutes. Lilly decided against that course of action, deciding it would probably only earn her a sore ass and then the cage. One thing was certain about Vitomir: he always got the upper hand.

  The servant’s room had a little single bed and not much else. She felt punished by the distance and was tempted to go whimpering back to him, but she knew that if she did something twisted and perverse would meet her—not to mention his smirk of triumph as he had her present herself to be fucked.

  She got into the little bed and comforted herself with the knowledge that she would not go entirely unsatisfied. She still had the toy in her hand, and he hadn’t seemed to notice it, so there was no reason why she shouldn’t use it. No sexual contact? Hah! He couldn’t control everything, no matter how much he tried.

  Spreading her legs a little, she pushed the toy down under the blankets. It took a moment for the thing to activate, but soon she felt a humming on her pussy, a warmth and a soft vibration that made her feel so good every muscle in her body relaxed. She laid back in bed and rolled the toy up and down her slit, around her clit, even letting it slide down to press at the opening of her pussy. The night was silent, so she could hear her own stifled breaths and gasps. She did her best to stay quiet—but she was not quiet enough.

  “What are you doing, pet?”

  The door swung open and there stood Vitomir, his upper body bare, his lower body clad in black satin sleeping pants. His arms were crossed over his broad chest as his golden gaze pierced the darkness to see her with her legs spread, one hand between them as she toyed herself toward climax.

  “What are you doing? Touching yourself! Oh, no, my pet, that will not do. Not after your fine speech. Naughty innocents must not touch themselves. Wouldn’t want you to orgasm like a slutty little pet. Put your panties on at once!”

  Blushing under the lecture, delivered with so much conviction it almost felt real, Lilly pulled the underwear on. Once upon a time she would have given anything for a pair of panties. Now it just felt odd to be clothed.

  “Vitomir, come on… please…” she begged. “Don’t pretend as if this is something bad I did…”

  “Oh, I am not pretending at all, pet,” he said, his lips twisting as his brow rose with amusement at her expense. “You gave me a grand lecture about wanting to be treated as if you were too young for such acts…”

  “That’s not what I was saying!”

  “It’s what I heard,” he replied mercilessly. “And now I find you in here, touching yourself, rubbing your pussy in secret like a furtive little brat. And with a toy stolen from my chamber. Well, pet, that is worthy of punishment.”

  “No! I didn’t steal it! I grabbed it right in front of you!”

  He sat down on the bed and pulled her protesting body over his lap.

  She found herself being spanked over his thighs in the most juvenile way possible. He even kept her undergarments up so that there was a thin barrier of silk between his hand and her bottom. It did nothing to stop her pussy from getting wet, a fact he noticed immediately.

  “Naughty,” he tutted. “Look at you, wetting yourself like this. We will have to change these panties before you go back to bed.”

  He ran his fingers between her thighs, cupping her pussy and rubbing her wet little mound. It felt so good, so right.

  “Please…” she moaned. “Please… fuck me.”

  “Absolutely not,” he said sternly. “It wouldn’t be right.”

  “Vitomir, please… I’m sorry…”

  “Sorry for what?”

  “Sorry for arguing with you…”

  “Sorry for trying to guilt me into taking off that collar, knowing full well the trouble you’d get into if I did?”

  He was tapping her clit now, stimulating her naughty sex.

  “Yes! I’m sorry for all of it.”

  The spanking stopped as he grasped her hair and pulled her so close their lips were touching. “Ask me to fuck you nicely, and tell me you are mine to fuck as I please, when I please. Tell me your pussy is mine, and every other hole you have as well.”

  She whimpered softly, but the words had to be said. She knew him well enough to know that if she did not speak now, he would not show her mercy. It could be weeks or even longer before he deigned to touch her again.

  “Please,” she said. “I’m sorry I was so bratty… my… my pussy is yours…”

  “And what else, pet?”

  “My ass… my mouth… all of me,” she said softly, her face burning brightly. His eyes were searing into hers with a dominant determination that made her squirm.

  “That’s right,” he growled. “You are mine to fuck, and the next time you forget it, I won’t play any cute little spanking games with you. I will remind you by taking every single one of those holes over and over until you beg for mercy. Understand?”

  “Yes!” she gasped as his hand slid between her thighs and his fingers plunged roughly into her sex. “Oh god, yes, please, yes!”

  * * *

  Afterward Vitomir watched her sleep, stretched out beside him with a little smile of contentment on her lips. The collar had absolutely no effect on her slumber now, he noticed. There was no doubt that she had been testing his kindness. If he was found wanting, if he was found weak, she would rebel against him. She was not her father, but his blood ran in her veins. Lazarus had been loyal right up until the moment he perceived weakness in Casimer’s love for Crown Princess Mika, and knowing Lilly as he did, Vitomir was almost certain that Lilly would come to the same conclusion if she sensed how deep his love ran.

  A woman’s power came from her ability to soften a man’s heart, and render even the most dangerous warrior totally weak in her presence. It was an almost universal trait of the female gender, and he was wary of it.

  When she had asked for her collar to be removed, he had wanted to say yes. He had wanted to take her collar from her and set her free. He had wanted to see her smile, bask in her adoration and happiness. But that would be serving himself, not her. She could not be allowed to forget that she was ruled.

  Her hand was at her neck as she slumbered, her fingertips wrapped around the edge of the collar in almost an affectionate gesture. He allowed himself the softer feelings, the adoration of her beauty, the tenderness he felt whenever he looked at her. Lazarus had left a stunning creature in his wake. Pity he had not seen to protect her, rather than sending her into a strange realm all on her own to commit an unspeakable act.

  He wondered idly what would happen if he were to take the collar off. If she were to wake up unshackled and free. Would she fly free? Or would she stay by his side? He had said the former, but he was wondering if she might be beginning to love him too.

  Such an assumption could never be made. Even with the talk of family. That was fantasy to her now, an imaginary life that would make up for all the pain she had suffered so far. Perhaps one day it would be real, but he was almost certain that should he ease up on her now, she would throw herself back into the only thing she knew: chaos.

  “No, my little pet,” he murmured softly. “You will stay on your leash a good while longer.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  The matter of the collar was far from over as far as Lilly was concerned. In fact, the collar had become the latest battleground of wills and she was determined to finally chalk up at least one win.

  If he wasn’t going to get the collar off, she was going to get
it off herself. She was desperately tired of being kept from her full form, and it was such a narrow little band of metal. Surely she could find some way to get it off. There had to be some kind of key to it or something like that. She knew that if there was a key, Vitomir would have it. And if he had it, it was somewhere in the house. It wasn’t on his body or in his clothes, because he had been naked after they made love and she had spent long furtive moments going through his discarded clothing, which revealed little of any interest.

  One afternoon as Vitomir slept, Lilly managed to slip out of bed undetected. It was a rare occasion for him to allow himself to ever submit to sleep before she did, but he had been very thorough in his lovemaking and tired himself out filling her sex with his seed time and time again.

  A little bit sore, but very satisfied, Lilly went creeping through the house to his office, a room where he retired several hours a day to attend to the running of his lands. If she had to guess, any key she needed would be hidden here. There was a desk with several drawers, as well as a couple of chests atop it. The chests were locked, but the desk drawers weren’t.

  They were full of papers as far as she could tell, but she went through them anyway, figuring it was better to be thorough. She did not know when she would get another chance to go snooping through his things.

  She found a parchment at the very bottom of the top drawer in his desk. Had she not spent so much time in her cage reading through the dragon text he had given her, she would have gone right past it.

  ‘Unbinding,’ the top of the text read.

  Her dragon script was still very rusty, but as her eyes ran over the runes and scripts, she started to feel a little excited. Unbind dragon chain, the first sentence read. Free trapped dragon. Break metal holds.

  The language was allegedly far more sophisticated than human speech, but her halting reading of it always made it come out stilted. She read on.

  Read words. Breathe deep.

  Below that were a series of runes she didn’t actually understand, but thought she could probably sound out. She sat naked under his desk and read them to herself, mumbling through them one after the other. She reached the end of the sheet and waited. Nothing happened. The collar was still there. She felt the weight of disappointment settle in her belly, even though she had known there was no practical chance this would be how she got out of it.