by Delta James
Kellan rolled off her, up onto his feet, pulling her with him. He glanced toward the rubble of the walls and spotted what he was looking for... a flat rock upon which he could sit and take her over his knee. He dragged her kicking and screeching toward the stony bench. He idly wondered if her backside was as virginal as the rest of her. Kellan had to admit he liked the idea of being the first to discipline his mate almost as much as savored being the first to part her thighs and sink his length into her sheath. He sniffed the air and was rewarded with the knowledge that her arousal had spiked. He sat down, pulling her across his lap and trapping her legs between his.
He rubbed her naked derriere as he rumbled, “Now, mate, I will see to your lesson in obedience before I teach you what it is to be bred by your lord and master.”
“No,” she wailed as the palm of his hand made the first of many impacts with her ivory backside.
He smiled at the rosy pink halo that surrounded his first blow. Kellan pressed her as he began to apply his hand to her bare bottom in the very same way his ancestors had disciplined their mates. Female dragons were notoriously difficult to tame and rule. Unlike many species, female dragons were often warriors, daring, bold and in some ways superior to their male counterparts—they could breathe fire and fly with great power and speed. Often, due to their smaller size, they were more agile and aerodynamic. They were fearless. But Kellan meant to make the woman he held in place yield to his mastery as he spanked her.
Kellan’s hand crashed down again and again. This first spanking needed to be memorable and harsh enough that she thought twice before disobeying him again. He repressed his inclination to smile and praise her as he rather admired the fact that she possessed the courage not only to resist him, but to attack him. He heard her sharply inhaled breath as he targeted harsh and repeated swats covering her entire backside. Kellan made sure the spanking was painful, especially for someone who, he suspected, had never received one. He knew he needed to find a middle ground that would enforce his dominance and, at the same time, inflame her growing arousal.
She kicked and squirmed, trying to avoid his strikes covering her ever reddening backside as he peppered it, turning it to the same shades of pink and then red that streaked across the sunlit skies to the west in the evening. He yearned to feel her heated globes in his hands as he allowed his cock to pummel her pussy, driving both of them into a frenzy of lust. The long years in hibernation had robbed him of many tactile memories, but he quickly recalled the pleasure and arousal that could be had in spanking a woman’s bottom until it was heated to the touch. Kellan was certain that he was accomplishing his intent—inflicting a sufficient level of pain while fanning the flames of her desire. His anger in check, he was determined to teach her a lesson she wouldn’t soon forget.
“Stop! That hurts! Please stop,” she cried.
“Nay, mate, not until I have punished you sufficiently so that you will yield to my authority and acknowledge that you are my true heart.”
Kellan knew as he spanked and scolded her that she was not just another woman to punish and fuck but was his mate with whom he would breed and raise offspring. She needed to understand that as well. She yowled and struggled but he held her in place as he punished her. Finally, she lost her fight with her pride and began to cry.
“At last you have accepted which of us is dominant. What is your name, little one?” he asked gently as he curtailed the spanking and began to offer her some comfort by softly rubbing her red and swollen derriere.
She refused to answer him.
“You will learn to do as you are told. Do I need to go back to spanking you before you will answer the simplest question? Make no mistake, you will answer me.”
The silence between them was only broken by the crashing of the sea all along the island’s rocky coast and his hand as it began to descend repeatedly upon her backside. He could feel the heat continuing to bloom exponentially as she wailed, and the scent of her arousal increased. He began to wonder which of them had the greater need and for what—for the spanking to stop or to feel him force his hard shaft into her, destroying her maidenhead and claiming her once and for all.
His spanking persisted as she gave no indication that she was ready to yield. He renewed his efforts and swatted her with more force.
“Míorúilt,” she cried. “Stop! You have what you want. I told you my name.”
Míorúilt now sobbed openly, barely able to catch her breath. Kellan ceased his spanking and rested his hand on her well-colored and swollen derriere, before nudging her thighs apart. He let his finger slide past the opening of her pussy as he sought the turgid nub between her legs. Her breathing changed and became shallow and ragged as the pleasure he was making her feel was becoming more intense and difficult to ignore. Her lips writhed against his thigh as he detected the beginnings of a powerful climax. He removed his hand and swatted her reddened ass twice on each side before putting his hand back between her legs.
This time, he probed the opening of her core, delicately slipping a single digit into her cunt. Míorúilt bucked on his lap and moaned in need. He chuckled in genuine amusement, continuing to delve within her until he encountered the barrier he was seeking. Míorúilt squirmed and writhed on his lap, trying to rub the swollen nub that had fanned the flame of her need.
He removed his finger and leaned down to whisper, “Does my mate wish to have her master breach her maidenhead?”
“Yes; no; please...”
He rumbled at her possessively and sensuously. “Not quite yet.”
Removing his hand, he spanked her an additional five times. This time when he was through, his hand returned to the space between her legs, his finger zeroing in on the dew that dripped from her most feminine place, coating his finger. He trailed his hand up from her pussy, allowing his finger to part her tender cheeks to probe her dark entrance.
“No,” she said, fear coloring her voice along with arousal.
He deftly massaged her back hole, slipping his finger into her to encourage the climax that rested just below the surface to come forward. Míorúilt writhed on his lap in denial and need. He smiled; his mate was responsive and appeared to have a deeply sensual nature. He would teach her to embrace that side of her personality.
Chapter Five
Míorúilt wasn’t sure which was worse... the pain from the spanking he had given her or the wild arousal that was surging throughout her system. She could feel her face was red, but wasn’t sure if it was from crying, blushing from the way he had looked at her and the way his cock throbbed beneath her, or humiliation from the ease with which he had caught and subjugated her. His hand grasped a hank of her hair at the base of her neck as he raised her off his thigh, revealing his large member with its muscular plating and the raised ridge that snaked around it from base to tip.
She gasped and he chuckled. “Take a good look at it, Míorúilt; you will see and feel it often.”
She watched his finger as he dragged it from the apex of her thighs up the centerline of her body before he cupped her breast in his hand. His touch was possessive and provocative. He thumbed her turgid nipple, prompting her to inhale sharply. He seemed unaffected, proud in his nudity, his massive cock fully erect. Surely he didn’t expect that thing to fit inside her. When he had penetrated her with his fingers, her heated sheath had clamped down on them, encouraging them to stroke her more deeply.
“What do you want from me?” she whispered.
A deep rumbling purr, at once disconcerting and reassuring at the same time, emanated from his chest.
“I want what every dragon before me has wanted from the drakaina that is his true heart. To feel you beneath me as I plow the furrow between your legs making you call my name in ecstasy as I plant my seed in you,” he answered in a silken tone that seemed to wrap itself all around her like a soft cloak.
“True heart?”
He nodded and stroked her cheek gently with his hand. “Do you know nothing of our kind?”
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nbsp; “N-no. I thought I was the only one left.”
“You thought wrong. My brothers and I left this place more than a thousand years ago to sleep what I thought would be my eternal rest. We believed that my brother’s mate was the last female dragon and that our kind was doomed to extinction. You and I will disprove that belief.”
“Wh-what do you mean?”
His rumbling chortle did little to soothe her quickly fraying nerves.
“I mean, my true heart, that I will take you to mate and sire my offspring with you. Our sons will find mates and we will regain our place at the top of the ruling hierarchy.”
“But if I am the last of the females of our kind...”
“Our sons will claim other females, turning them before siring their own offspring.”
“And if we have daughters?”
“Then we will hope Gideon sires strong sons to take them to mate.”
“But if Gideon is your brother...”
He smiled. “In name only. The reference to those I call brother is a term of affection and comradery only. We each hail from different clans. Our daughters will mate with dragons born of one of the other elemental dragons, Gideon of the Earth, Duncan of the Sky, and the Fire Lord, Seth. Gideon has already awakened and I am sure will find a woman to turn and breed. I will send word to him in Cornwall.”
“Should... shouldn’t you go see him yourself?” she asked nervously.
“I will be far too busy schooling you in pleasure and siring the first of our offspring.”
Míorúilt felt herself blush.
“What if I don’t want to be your mate?”
“Do you not see how the dragon’s tongue swells as it readies itself to score the walls of your sheath as I stroke you? When we couple, it will separate so that it too can enter you to keep your lower body in place as we prepare to breed.”
Míorúilt shook her head. “I don’t even know you...”
“But you do; you know that I speak the truth. You are my mate...”
Míorúilt was sure he continued to speak but found it difficult to focus on anything but the bulging, throbbing evidence of his intention to take her virginity and claim her as his mate. She realized he had stopped speaking when she tore her gaze away from his staff to look at his face, only to find him smiling with a feral gleam in his eye.
She shook her head, trying to clear it of the spell his voice seemed to weave around her mind, her heart, and her nether region. The raging desire that his spanking and fondling had set aflame hadn’t been negated by this interlude, but only tamped down. Looking into his eyes and hearing the erotic rumble caused it to burst into a raging wildfire that threatened to consume her.
“Come, mate, let me see to your breeding.”
“I don’t want to be bred by or mated to you.”
“That is not your choice,” he growled. “You are my true heart and my mate. I have been waiting for more than a thousand years without the pleasure only a female can provide. My cock is hard and becomes painful and needs the comfort of your soft, wet heat. And you are wet, aren’t you, Míorúilt?”
She recognized that her nipples were still stiff, the small bud at the apex of her legs was swollen, and her pussy dripped with need. She watched him scent the air and knew that he was well aware that her sheath pulsed with its own need in harmony with his throbbing shaft.
“Would you take my maidenhead on the bare ground? Is that the way a dragon treats the last drakaina that he thinks to call mate?” she challenged.
“Do not think to avoid or postpone your fate. You are mine to claim and claim you I will. If it is a soft bed that you desire, my mate, I shall prepare it for you.”
“Let me know when you have procured it and I will consider your request for my hand in marriage,” she said with an imperious tone.
Instead of enraging him, he surprised her by laughing. “Hand in marriage? Dragons do not marry. We can have a bonding ceremony once we have reestablished our dominion over this land. Our people will rejoice that their dragon lord has returned and has taken the last drakaina to mate.”
“Do you hear yourself?” she asked incredulously. “No one has been waiting for you. You and your brethren chose to hide away...”
“You will not speak to me that way!” he bellowed. “I am Kellan, Lord of the Seas...”
“I don’t give a damn who you used to be. Those you left behind had no choice but to carry on with their lives.”
“They will soon learn they owe their allegiance to me and I will provide for them. But those people who dwell in the Cave of Tears...”
“Those women,” she said, stressing the word, “are my friends and we have made our home there.”
“You encouraged them to violate our most sacred space?”
“I encouraged them to choose their own way of life. By living in the cavern as others before us have done, we were able to keep ourselves safe. We are a small community and each of us contributes in her own way.”
“A community comprised of only women? I will need to see that they find mates so that they can be cared for and incorporated back into proper society.”
“You’ll do no such thing!”
“If they have been living without the appropriate structure and support that only a mate can provide, they will need to be paired with strong men who can take them in hand. I will find a place where they can be housed and kept safe until I can deal with their disposition.”
“Their disposition? They aren’t chattel for you to dole out...”
“No, they are females who have been allowed entirely too much freedom and will be happier once they are mated to one of their own kind who can spank their bottoms before parting their legs and seeing to their pleasure and purpose.”
“You will...” she argued.
“I will see them in protected housing until we can begin restoration of our home, enshrine the Cave of Tears, and you have taken your vows.”
“So, what do you expect me to do while you are reestablishing your male-dominated, hierarchical rule?” she taunted.
He laughed. “I expect you to provide me with your maidenhead this night, and after that, the infinite pleasure to be found as my mate as well as providing fertile ground for my seed.”
Míorúilt stumbled backward and might have fallen had Kellan not steadied her.
“Did you think I would not see to your bedding this night? Come morning, my mate, you will no longer be a maid and will be tired and sore from the disposition of your virginity. And my long fast from enjoying the carnal pleasures of a woman will be over and soon forgotten.”
“I will never agree to be your mate.”
“Dragons have never allowed the fractious disposition of their drakaina to prevent them from claiming their mates. You will be mine. You will remain here while I gather the things needed to give you a soft bed on which I will take you as mine... now and forever.”
“And what exactly do you expect me to be doing?”
“I expect you to wait here like a good and obedient mate.”
Míorúilt snorted.
“But as I doubt you will do that willingly, I will secure you in the dungeon below the keep until I return and have made our bridal bed.”
“Dungeon?”
“Yes, I doubt that it has been disturbed.”
Kellan reached for her; Míorúilt tried to recoil and retreat from him. He wrapped his fist in her hair and drew her to him, his mouth descending and savoring the taste of her. She had almost forgotten that they were both naked until he pulled her body hard up against his and fondled her backside, reminding her that he had just subjected her to a harsh spanking. She struggled against him, but the longer and more brutal the kiss, the harder she found it to resist the pull of his call. The deep thrumming sound that he made seemed to seep through her pores, taking up residence in her bones. With a soft cry, she molded herself to his imposing frame.
Without another word, Kellan hoisted her over his shoulder and made his way to a corne
r of the keep. He pulled open a trap door that revealed steps leading down into the bowels of the island. Míorúilt looked up to see a series of cells. When he found one that had a window to the outside that could be secured to imprison her, he set her down and closed the door.
“Kellan! You can’t do this to me. What if something happens to you?”
“Already my mate worries for my safety... or is your concern that I will not return and take you to our bed?”
“You bastard!”
“No, my beautiful mate. My parents were properly joined, and you will become the lady of one of the noble elemental clans.”
She turned and watched him go as she grabbed the bars of the cell’s door and shook it with all of her might.
* * *
Kellan strode up and out of the dungeon hearing his mate call. Gods, how he wanted her. It had taken every ounce of his self-control not to claim her as his mate, take her virginity, and rut with her. But she was a proud and defiant drakaina and deserved to have him claim her in a proper bridal bed. Emerging into the light, he picked up his clothes and weapons, shifted, and took to the skies. He had seen what appeared to be a small fortress at the edge of town. If he was right, there would be warriors there.
Scanning the area close to the village, he located the stronghold. It was completely enclosed by a sturdy wall with watchtowers at each corner. From directly above, it looked to be larger than he had originally thought and most likely could house the people of the village and surrounding area when they were threatened. He smiled; his people had become self-sufficient and some group of men must have banded together to provide the protection they had lost when the dragons were forced to retreat.
Kellan landed in a concealed area, shifted and dressed, strapping his war ax onto his back and sheathing his sword in its scabbard that hung at his side. He approached the fort on foot. The large, imposing doors that guarded the entrance were closed, with each one bearing half of an enormous dragon. Unless he missed his guess, his long-dead second in command, Aloysius, must have continued to recruit and train a small group of men to provide protection to his people.
