The Dragon Lord's Pet

by Loki Renard

  He picked her up and carried her back toward the house. Miraculously it had not been damaged besides the outer garden wall, which had crumbled under a tank’s tread. Vitomir carried her over the fallen bricks and into the house.

  Instead of carrying her upstairs, he took her through the kitchen, kicked open a door she had never seen before, and took her down a flight of stairs lit with flaming torches. What awaited them below was a heavy metal door and then a series of chambers that were obviously designed to withstand some kind of event like the one that had just taken place.

  The servants were already down there, the household running smoothly in crisis as it did in normal times.

  “A bath!” Vitomir called. “Draw her a bath!”

  The preparations were made and soon Lilly found herself soaking in warm, beautifully scented water. She was still shocked, barely processing what was going on around her, but Vitomir seemed to know precisely what to do. He washed himself quickly, then tended to her, his hands moving slowly over her body, easing her back to some sense of calm.

  “I don’t know what just happened,” she mumbled. “That was all so quick. That… there were tanks… that was an…”

  “That was an invasion. A very short-lived one, thanks to Valkimer and Chaksley.”

  “That’s their job? They go around closing portals and fighting people?”

  “They opened a portal to the human realm once,” Vitomir said. “Since then, it has been their task to ensure that no further ones open without their knowledge. I do not know entirely how they do it. I am just glad that they do. As far as I know, one has not been opened from the human side before, certainly not one with an invasion force behind it.”

  “There was today though,” she mumbled, looking down at her body through the water. “Today. Here. It happened. Today. Here. It…”

  “Shhhh…” Vitomir distracted her from the thought loop by rubbing his hands over her shoulders. “Don’t worry. It’s over.”

  “No… I don’t think… there’s… why… here…” Her mind was like molasses, but she knew there was some thought trying to battle through. “It happened here… there’s no reason for it to happen here. No reason at all… this is nowhere.”

  “Shhh, pet,” he soothed her. “Don’t worry about that. We will take care of it. I’ll take care of you. There’s nothing to worry about, just relax.”

  She tried, but it was difficult after all that had happened. The warm water helped her muscles relax, but it did not stay warm forever and as it cooled he helped her out, wrapped her in soft towels, and took her to a bedroom.

  “Lie down,” he ordered gently, easing her onto the bed. She was still moving stiffly, thinking badly. She needed to think, she needed to…

  * * *

  Vitomir had never taken such fright in battle as he did at the moment he saw Lilly materialize out of the smoke. He had been focused on destroying the human invasion machines, so much so that he had not even noticed she was there until the battle was over. It had lasted less than fifteen minutes, but he was sure it would brand his mind, and no doubt hers for a lifetime. Her disobedience could have gotten her killed. She deserved to be whipped for it, but had he been so merciless as to do such a thing, he doubted she would even have felt it. She was in shock, and the brutality of the battle, the things she had seen and done, was working its way through her nervous system.

  This was part of the reason why Lazarus’ plan had been so heinous. She was a sweet, innocent girl. She had a dragon side, but that did not mean her mind was ready for what that dragon body was capable of doing. In the heat of panic, in desperation to save him, she had given into the nature of a dragoness, and that was not an easy thing to reconcile. They trained young dragons for decades to prevent this shock reaction, but she had barely been taught anything at all.

  “Who was hurt?” She mumbled the question.

  “Valkimer has a broken arm,” Vitomir said. “Don’t worry, he’s not mortally wounded. Nobody is.”

  “The humans were… the people…”

  “They were an invasion force. You need have no pity for them.”

  She looked at him with wide, tear-filled eyes. “I was an invasion force. You don’t know how many people were in those tanks, you don’t know who they were? They could have all been just like me… they could have…”

  “If you had come through a portal in a tank, your fate would have been no different,” Vitomir said, doubting his words would help, but knowing that the truth was essential. “You came through alone, unarmored and against insurmountable odds. You were no risk. These people attacked a handful of outnumbered dragons with powerful weapons. They gave us no option but to destroy them. Their fate was sealed before they entered this realm.”

  “You’re right,” she mumbled, her eyes darting about with a sudden burst of thought. “The odds for me… they were impossible. I was never going to kill Casimer, was I?”

  “No.” Vitomir shook his head. “Had you landed directly atop him, I doubt you would have succeeded. He is an incredibly powerful dragon, easily capable of besting you.”

  “Lazarus…” She hissed her father’s name. “He set me up.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I think it was always his plan,” she said, speaking quickly, a torrent of betrayal spilling from her lips. “He knew I wouldn’t kill Casimer. He thought I would be killed, or maybe taken prisoner inside the dungeon. That’s why the portal opened here. It was centered on me. If I had been where I was supposed to be, it would have allowed floods of human troops to enter the very heart of the city. If that had happened, if the portal had not been disrupted, you would have had hundreds of tanks rolling through the royal city.”

  “He didn’t need to involve you in that,” Vitomir frowned. “If he had the power to do that, he had the power to send tanks in the first place. He had no need to send you at all.”

  Lilly understood his confusion. None of it made sense when seen from a purely military perspective. But it made complete sense seen through the twisted and bitter lens of revenge.

  “I know my father. If he had sent tanks, it would have been a human invasion. You would have been fighting people. Not him. He sent me first because he wanted Casimer and everyone else to know exactly who was behind all this. That’s why I’m at the center of it. I’m his proxy, his puppet. Those priests were right, I am a harbinger of doom. He must have known that story about the black dragon. He was so pleased the day I first took my flight form and he realized that I was solid black. That was the first time… the first time I ever felt what I thought was his love.”

  Vitomir was frowning at her. She stopped talking, sensing that she was in trouble.

  “Lilly, I’m going to ask you something. Something very important. I need you to answer me truthfully.” He held her by the arms and looked deep into her eyes. “When you were captured, you told us your father had died. You told me that he had been dying for years, since you met him. But was he actually dead when you left?”

  She shook her head and answered in a whisper.

  “No.”

  He swore ferociously, a word she did not understand, a word so old it made every hair on her body stand erect.

  “That…” he shook his finger in her face, “…that would have been good to know.”

  “Sorry,” she said softly. “I didn’t know that he was planning any of this. I really didn’t. He told me he was dying. He told me that he did not have much longer and that I had to go and that I would not see him again. He was so weak… he could barely move. I thought…”

  “Did he have military connections?”

  “Apparently! Those tanks didn’t come out of nowhere.”

  “But it matters whether he is commanding them or whether he simply opened a portal… or whether he did neither of those things and instead betrayed the realm.”

  “I’d say he’s betrayed the realm,” Lilly said bitterly. “I don’t know about the rest of it. Those tanks… I mean… you can bu
y decommissioned tanks if you’ve got enough money. They were all painted black. That’s not the color of any army I know. No flags on them either. Maybe… There are little armed forces, mercenary forces… I don’t know if he connected with one of them… I don’t know.”

  “It’s not your job to know,” Vitomir said. “It’s ours. And we will do it.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  An hour or so later, Lilly sat quietly in the corner of Vitomir’s office, curled up in an armchair, making herself as small and as unobtrusive as possible. Valkimer’s arm was cast in a sling and he, Chak, and Vitomir were making plans. They had already stabilized the immediate area, making it almost impossible for another portal to be opened, and a messenger had been dispatched to the royal city to inform Casimer and his armies to be ready for another incursion.

  They were not talking about her, or to her, their eyes weren’t even on her, but Lilly felt as though every word they spoke was about her, as if she were the worst, most terrible poisoned thing in the world.

  “We have not been idle,” Valkimer was saying. “We’ve developed a technology which prevents portal formation. The battle here was a perfect test of the system. They tried to open three more portals by my reckoning, but the realm held firm. We must return to the palace. I would advise you to adjourn there too. If war is brewing, Casimer will need his best.”

  “Fly well, gentlemen,” Vitomir agreed. “We will follow in your wake.”

  Lilly stayed in her chair as Vitomir saw the men off. The residence was now packed with soldiers, men who were usually stationed in towns across his lands now converging on the estate—hours too late to be of any use, but still.

  “Are you alright, pet?” He crouched down in front of her and put his hand over hers.

  “You should open a portal and throw me through it,” she said bitterly. “This is all my fault.”

  “This isn’t about you. This has never been about you. This is between your father and Casimer. Do not take more on your shoulders than you need to. You’ve done nothing wrong.”

  “Except try to kill the king, and attack a bunch of people in tanks…”

  “Only one of those was wrong, and you have atoned for it…” he paused and looked at her with an expression reminiscent of the way he had looked at her in the beginning, “…or perhaps you have not. I think you have forgotten your place, pet. I think it has made you anxious and guilty. I think I need to take some time to remind you. On your knees, pet.”

  “Now?”

  He pointed at the floor in front of the chair, and when she did not move, he reached out, took a big handful of hair at the nape of her neck and scruffed her down to the floor. In spite of her misery, a little smile appeared on her face. Vitomir’s handling always made her feel small, contained. He was right, she needed that now more than anything. He grasped her chin to make her look up at him, his golden eyes focused on her with dominant determination.

  “But…”

  “But nothing. I don’t want your mind on anything or anyone beside me,” he said, keeping her chin firmly between his fingers. “Worry about pleasing me. Nothing else. Understand?”

  She gave a little nod as he freed his cock from his pants and used his grasp to pull her mouth toward his rod. He did not ask her nicely, he did not ask at all. He slid his rod into her mouth and started fucking her lips with long strokes, his cock hardening inside her mouth.

  It was so sudden… so hot, and yet her response wasn’t what it normally would have been. Instead of slipping into a submissive state, she felt herself start to giggle.

  Vitomir pulled his cock out of her mouth, his brow raised with confused censure.

  “Something funny, pet?”

  “The world might be ending and this is what you want to do…”

  “The world isn’t ending, pet. This is another challenge as there have been many before and will be many hereafter.”

  He went to his knees in front of her and tugged her down to the floor. “That was naughty, pet,” he drawled as he pulled her dress off her body, destroying the fabric in the process. “Laughing while my cock is in your mouth… distracting me.”

  His hand slid between her thighs, found her pussy and laid a light slap across her lower lips. “You’ve been quite the rebellious little thing lately, not to mention flying into live fire. I think punishment is in order.”

  His fingers landed harder against her soft slit and she gasped, reaching down to grab his wrist.

  “Uh uh, pet,” he chastised her. “Move your hand.”

  “But…

  “Move it.”

  She whimpered and let his hand go. He pushed her legs further apart, rubbed her slit, then spanked her pussy again, his eyes fixed on hers as he punished her sex with swift little slaps that made her pussy swell with damp arousal.

  “No matter what happens, you’re my pet,” he reminded her. “You are under my protection and I will not allow any harm to come to you.”

  “I almost got shot out of the sky today,” she reminded him. “You can’t stop harm coming to me.”

  “That’s true,” he admitted. “No matter how much I try to protect you from others, if you run into danger, I can’t stop it. Obviously I haven’t made enough of an impression on you about obedience.”

  With that, Vitomir swept her legs up into the air and landed a slap on her bottom, holding her in a very embarrassing position with her knees almost at her chest as his palm whipped her cheeks.

  “Okay! Okay!” she gasped and wriggled, though the position didn’t really allow for any movement at all. “I’m sorry, I am!”

  “You’re sorry because I’m thrashing your bottom,” he said, his palm landing all the harder on her soft cheeks.

  “I was sorry already! I promise! I was!”

  Her cries did nothing. He had not punished her so thoroughly in a very long time, and Lilly had almost forgotten what it felt like to be pinned down and simply spanked like a naughty girl. Vitomir was thorough, covering every part of her bottom and even painting the backs of her upper thighs with swift punishing slaps.

  “Owwwwwwwieee!” she gasped. “I’m sorry! I get it! I should have… owww!”

  The spanking left her skin very hot and tight and sore, but the more he spanked, the more the little chalice between her raised thighs grew wet. She could feel her juices start to spill over the little dams of her lips and run down the crevice of her bottom and coat her inner thighs as she squirmed under his punishing hand.

  In the end, it was her pussy that saved her from the spanking. Vitomir let out a lusty growl and moved around from her side to her bottom. Holding her legs high and back against her body, he thrust his cock inside her in one rough stroke and started to fuck her without warning or mercy.

  Her cries continued as he took her roughly, his cock sluicing through her wet channel, his palm slapping her cheeks with every stroke. He overwhelmed her with his force, his armored upper body rising above her masterfully, clad in the armor that made him look even broader and bigger than usual as he used her tender flesh.

  Lilly forgot about everything. Everything besides him and his body, moving inside hers, making her his all over again. The heat sinking through her bottom began to coil low in her belly, the tingling bud of her clit standing erect between soaked folds of flesh. She reached down to rub it and felt her cunt contract around his cock even harder as he plunged in and out of her tight channel.

  Suddenly, he let her legs fall to the side and leaned down over her, taking her head in his hands, he pressed a passionate kiss to her lips as his hips continued to pound against her. His tongue snaked against hers, plundered her mouth, drove even the concept of thought from her mind. She was his. Entirely. There was nothing outside of him. Nothing mattered besides his cock, swelling and thrusting and growing inside her with ever quicker strokes until he pulled his mouth from hers and let out a roar of release as his cum flooded her sex.

  She felt his cock thickening, holding her inner walls apart, bathing h
er bare pussy with his essence and as he ground down against her, making it go deep, clamping her clit between their bodies, she came with so much force that for a moment everything in her mind and heart and soul seemed to be erased. She was free of where she’d come from, what she had done. She was even free of what was to come.

  “Do you feel better now?” Vitomir kissed her and brushed her hair from her face. He was still inside her, the connection of flesh comforting.

  “A little,” she admitted with a grin.

  “I love your smile, pet,” he said, pressing another kiss to her lips. “It has taken me so long to see it.”

  “Well, I haven’t had a lot of reasons to smile,” she said. “It’s been a hell of a time…”

  “It has,” he agreed, sliding from her body. He took hold of her hands and drew her up to her feet, his cum still trickling down her thighs as they walked across the room and out into the garden beyond where the crumbled wall marked the border of the battlefield.

  “It is time for you to take flight, pet.”

  She took a deep breath and allowed herself to flow into her flight form. It felt as natural as ever, as if her body were not so much changing rather shifting to accommodate the breadth of her soul. Vitomir became his dragon self a moment later and together they beat their wings and rose into the sky.

  * * *

  Meanwhile…

  An elderly man walked through the most private parts of the royal palace, his dark cloaked form conspicuous against the airy lightness of the impeccable decoration. His shoulders were hunched, his hair was gray, but in spite of his clearly advanced age, he moved with surprisingly alacrity. None stopped him. None so much as saw him. There were many dozens of soldiers outside the doors, posted at every possible point of entrance—but none inside the private hallowed chambers of royal respite.