by Ophelia Bell
Dion groaned and looked over his shoulder again. “You are enjoying this way too much for my comfort.”
“Shhh… I know what I’m doing, and I’d really rather not tie you up. If you tried to break free, you’d just damage the bed, and I need the bed to last for the next two days.”
She patted his backside again and slipped her hand down between his spread thighs to caress the underside of his balls with the backs of her fingers. He let out another harsh groan into the pillows and kept his face buried, but reached up to grab hold of the carved wooden rods that lined the headboard like a row of sturdy tree trunks, branching out to carved leaves at the top.
His aura flared bright red, as intense as it had been earlier when she’d removed his rings, but this time he had more endurance to spare, so she pushed a little further. Reaching beneath him from behind, she found the base of his cock and stroked upward. He accommodated her by lifting his hips until he was up on elbows and knees, his heavy sack hanging in front of her face. Numa darted her tongue out and tickled both orbs until slick fluid seeped from the head of his cock. She stroked him again, teasing his balls over and over, until her hand was coated in his pre-cum and the scent of honeyed wine filled the air. She craved a taste of him, but would have to avoid it—she had a feeling if she swallowed his seed, she’d be left drunk and under his spell, and she didn’t have time for that kind of a diversion.
Fingers slick with his essence, she teased along his perineum, sliding her thumb up and down. How long would he last this time before his aura warned her of his limits?
Dion instantly clenched, and Numa didn’t force her thumb past his opening. She only rubbed in a slow circle while she bent her head and opened her mouth to suck one of his heavy balls in and lave it with her tongue. He let out a long groan when she continued for several seconds, continuously swirling her thumb around his anus while sucking on one testicle. She paused long enough to take in his aura. He could stand a little more of a push.
With her free hand, she reached between his thighs and grasped his cock, gently stroking it with no more pressure than a caress and gathering more fluid on her fingers from his tip.
She transferred the fresh collection of slick fluid to his anus, giving the tightly clenched pucker a little push. “You will open up for me before the day is done.”
“I’m happy holding onto my pride for as long as I can,” he said. “I just have one question…”
“What is it?” she asked, brushing her lips over the soft skin of his ass and resting her cheek on the warm mound while she idly observed her thumb still moving in tight circles around his stubborn opening.
“Will I be allowed to come today?”
“I want you functional if I choose you, so yes. But not for several hours yet.”
“Will I get to come inside you?” he asked, his voice even gruffer than before.
Her core clenched and a rush of heat flooded her body at the very suggestion. Dion turned his head and lifted an eyebrow at her.
“I …”
“You want it so much you’re driven to distraction. It’s all right, Numa. It will be as glorious as you think.”
“It isn’t a good idea. Not today. I need to remain coherent for the other tests. Having your essence inside me will make that impossible.”
He gave her a heated look filled with promise. “It is heaven to become delirious from my gifts, little one.”
“It is also deadly to be chosen by you. I have heard the stories of what befalls your mates.”
“None of my former mates were daughters of Fate,” he growled and faced the head of the bed again. “Just get on with your torture, then.”
Numa’s mouth watered at the thought of what she’d like to do most, but after their first kiss, knew she had to tread carefully when it came to tasting him. Every pore exuded power as heady as a drug, stronger than even her brother Gavra’s red dragon breath. Whether she liked it or not, she’d inadvertently put herself to the test today by inviting him in.
His cock kicked in her hand and Dion let out a low, rumbling moan. His panting breaths quickened and he turned to her with fevered eyes. “Please,” he said, and his agonized look betrayed how difficult it was for him to beg.
Numa released his cock and shifted back between his thighs, placing her hands on either cheek and grazing thumbs up and down between them. She pursed her lips into an “O” and blew. Green smoke billowed out into a dense cloud and with her mind she commanded a measure of it to coil around Dion’s head.
“Breathe,” she said.
He inhaled a long breath, and bit by bit began to relax. His aura flared with renewed energy, the sedating effect of her breath having melted away some of the few inhibitions this god of the rut possessed. With the rest of her smoke, she mentally crafted a long, slender shape that solidified and fell heavy into her palm. It was about the length of her hand and half the thickness of her wrist at its widest point, tapering into a rounded tip. She slid it between her thighs and into her slickness, coating the cool, smooth object generously with her own juices.
Dion’s ass had relaxed along with the rest of his body, but he dutifully kept it poised in the air. She grazed her thumb over his opening once more, letting her touch trail down until she cupped his balls again. He was truly a joy to molest this way. If she did choose him, she hoped he would allow her to play with him again after the war was won. She’d happily indulge in his every whim and let herself get drunk on all the considerable intoxicants that ran in his blood, but for now, he had to pass her test, and this was only one small part.
“Relax, Dion,” she said, delicately caressing along the underside of his shaft and back down to his balls until he dropped his hands from their stranglehold on the headboard and simply clutched a pillow under his cheek.
She pressed the tip of her conjured toy to his opening and eased it in, her own lubricating fluid letting the very end slip past his barrier without much effort. Dion panted, his aura fluttering wildly between desire and fear.
“You surprise me,” she said, pausing with only the tip barely breaching his opening.
“What surprises you?” he growled.
“That this is not an avenue you’ve tested. You spawned an entire race of creatures who will do anything if it gives them pleasure. This will give you pleasure, if you let it.”
“What makes you think I haven’t?” he asked, his voice half-muffled by the pillow.
“Your aura tells me this terrifies you.”
He let out a low chuckle. “Oh, Numa, this is nothing new to me. It’s only the first time a female as lovely as you has been party to the adventure. The last time I had a dildo in my ass, I was the one who put it there, and there was no one to witness but a silent grave. It’s different submitting to someone else. Like I said…”
“I know. Your pride. Would it help if I let you do it yourself?”
“Mmm, I find I am rather enjoying the fact that it is you, but I do wish you would speed things up. Fuck my ass with your toy, Numa. Stop equivocating to try to preserve my precious pride.”
He affected a domineering tone when he spoke the words and a shiver coursed through his body at the same time. Numa’s own body warmed in response.
“Yes. Again.”
He looked over his shoulder, his dark eyes flashing with lust. “Do it. Fuck me. I command it.”
“Yes, sir,” she said, shooting him a delighted smile. She slowly pushed the toy into him and began to plunge it in and out, keeping her gaze fixed on his face and the steadily brightening glow of his powerful aura.
Dion’s spine arched and his head flew back, shining black curls splaying over his golden shoulders. A deep, thunderous groan erupted from his throat. “Fuck, that is good.”
“It will get better,” she said, sliding it in one last time until the flared base was the only part visible. She stopped and moved a
round to his side. “On your back now.”
He gave her a confused look, reaching back with one hand. She grabbed his wrist. “Leave it. It’s conjured so will fade on my command, but until it does, consider it a part of you.”
Dion slowly turned over, delicately resting his rump on the covers and stretching out as she’d asked. He winced and shifted.
“Does it hurt?” she asked.
“No… I just feel full and it rubs in a way that makes me need to come. I didn’t leave the thing in when I fucked myself. I just took care of business and went on with my life.”
“You will be able to come soon enough.” She moved to straddle his waist and settled with her backside on his hips, his heavy erection brushing hot against her back.
“What next, more torture?” he asked.
“No. Now we give you a breather. We rest.”
She lowered herself to his chest, carefully positioning her backside so that his cock lay along the cleft of her ass and her slick, hot core pressed against his pelvis. The slight friction of the movement sent a brief thrill through her body she knew he’d notice.
“If I could see your aura, would it show me the same thing you see in mine?” he asked, his warm breath brushing the crown of her head. He lowered both big hands to her back and rubbed slow caresses all the way down until he held both her ass cheeks in his hands. He spread her wider and tilted his hips up, deliberately pressing his cock tighter to her channel.
“Not quite,” she said. “Your limits are lower than mine.”
“I could overpower you now. Fill you with my cock until your sweet little cunt overflowed with my seed. I’ve always wondered what kind of immortal god-child you and I would make.”
“You mean you and a dragon,” she said, certain he didn’t mean her specifically
He stilled and then shook his head. Numa turned her head to face him, resting her chin on his sternum.
“You, little one. There’s always something about the good girls that makes men like me hunger for a taste of you. Neither of your sisters had the same allure.”
“I’m not a ‘good girl.’ I’m a dragon,” she said with a glare.
Dion’s chest rumbled with a deep laugh. “I know this now. You are as wicked as they come.”
His laugh faded and his expression sobered. The luscious bow of his mouth parted slightly as his gaze heated. He lifted a hand to cup her cheek and craned his neck to capture her mouth with his.
Numa’s breath stopped with that kiss, more hungry and desperate than the first one they’d shared, and ten times as intoxicating. His tongue delved deep, demanding her reciprocation, and she gave it, shifting up to hover over him and kiss him even harder while he pressed back into the pillows.
Dion groaned into her mouth and pushed back against her, clutching at her hips. With an easy, graceful twist, he had her on her back with his hips pressing hard against hers. He pulled back from the kiss and gazed down at her.
“It would be so easy to take you now, little one. Once I was inside you, you wouldn’t even object to it.”
Numa forced herself to inhale. “You know what’s at stake, Dion.”
He shifted his hips back, dragging his erection along her soaked core. His gaze grew heavy-lidded as he teased her like that, and Numa’s control wavered. Sweet Mother, she did want that glorious beast of a cock inside her. If he took her, could she stop him soon enough? Was her self-control as strong as she believed?
“Yes. I know. That’s why I’m not going to fuck you … not yet.” He gave her one more lingering kiss before moving lower, trailing a very talented tongue down the center of her chest and pausing to tease and suck her nipples until they ached.
“What are you doing?” she asked when he continued lower.
“Driving myself mad,” he rumbled. “But there’s no sense in both of us suffering today, is there? I’ll have time to torture you in return before you choose.”
“True…” she said, then gasped when his mouth covered her swollen pussy and he sank his thick tongue deep into her channel.
Numa moaned at the tortuous way he devoured her, suckling at her clit for several moments before returning to fuck his tongue into her. He pushed her thighs up and spread them wide, then trailed down lower to tease at her rear opening.
She shoved her fingers into his thick black curls and cried out, “Yes!” when he penetrated her backside with his tongue.
Dion laughed. “How did I guess you would love that? I had you all wrong. Numa. You are even more perfectly filthy than I imagined.”
“Please,” she said when he paused to give her a long, adoring look, still idly teasing her pussy and ass with his fingertips.
“How much time do we still have?” he asked. “I can’t gauge by the light.”
Shaking her head to try to focus she said, “The temporal bubble was put into place at dawn. The clock beside the fireplace is still synchronized to the outside world, so it will mark about ten minutes for every hour that passes in here. We have roughly five hours left.”
He followed her gaze to the clock in question, which at the moment read ten past eight in the morning, though her internal clock insisted it was well past noon.
“Good. Then I plan to spend at least four of those testing another limit of yours.”
“No … it isn’t time for that.”
“Little one, you misunderstand. I’m not interested in torture the way you are. Pleasure is my game. I aim to learn how many times I can make you come in the next four hours. After that, you can finish what you need to do with me. And if you’re worried that your own test is being derailed, you tell me … How much power is trapped in my aura now compared to when I arrived?”
She nearly lost her focus on him when he pushed two fingers deep into her pussy and began to fuck her with them. When her vision cleared, she saw his point. Every time he touched her, his aura flared bright, seemingly on the cusp of a true climax, yet he didn’t lose control.
“You do this to me, Numa. Never has it been so worth it to hold back, but I want you, and if this is what it takes to have you, I will restrain my need. That doesn’t mean I can’t indulge in your pleasure until you beg me to stop.”
He buried his face between her thighs again, and she writhed under the sweeping strokes of his tongue. True to his word, he had her at the edge and hurtling over within moments. She went, crying out his name at the same time as she despaired that the others never had a chance.
* * *
The scent of food roused Numa some time later and she opened her eyes, acutely aware of the warmth of the big body wrapped around her. Dion’s hand rested on her hip, his fingers tracing little circles on her skin. She groggily twisted in his arms and looked up at him.
“I must have fallen asleep,” she said.
“You did. For about an hour, in fact.”
“I’m sorry.”
He chuckled. “No, you aren’t. Perhaps it wasn’t part of your plan, but you most certainly intended to leave me in this state for as long as possible. I think if I were a human man, I’d have died from lust by now.”
“Are you hungry?” she asked, darting a glance to the huge tray of food that must have been delivered only moments ago. Aromatic steam drifted up from a platter of roasted meat surrounded by a cornucopia of fruits, vegetables, and treats, as well as a giant jug of wine. It was a feast fit for a god.
“I’ve already eaten, in case you forgot. I hope having your essence all over me doesn’t skew the other tests. I had no idea dragons were capable of so many consecutive orgasms.”
She inspected his aura, and was more than pleased to see it had deepened in color and grown even more potent. The very sight made her crave a taste the way she might crave a piece of ripe fruit.
Dion narrowed his eyes. “I’m not sure if I like that look. I’m afraid holding you while you slept w
as the pinnacle of sexual torture for a man like me. If I have to endure more, I probably will go as mad as a virgin nymph coming of age.”
She pulled away and slipped off the bed, trotting over to the food. “Then it’s a good thing your time is nearly up.” She peeled a drumstick off the big roasted bird and pointed it at the clock before taking a bite. According to the clock, it was only about ten minutes before nine in the morning, which the light in the room validated, but he’d been true to his word and spent several hours pleasuring her to exhaustion. This meal she devoured was supper for her.
Dion stared at the clock, frowning, then looked back at her. “This is it, then,” he said. “What do I do?”
“Nothing. How’s your ass feeling?”
He rolled his eyes and collapsed back against the pillows. “My ass is still being tortured. Why do you think I’m not getting up to share that with you? I’m afraid just moving too much will set me off, and the last thing I want to do is disappoint you.”
Numa stuffed a couple more bites of food into her mouth and filled a large goblet with the wine. She took a long swallow, refilled it, and sauntered back to the bed.
“Thirsty?” she asked, holding the goblet out to him.
Dion sat up and took it from her, stuck his nose in the goblet, and inhaled. His brows rose and he made an appreciative sound before tilting the glass up and drinking.
While he drank, Numa settled herself between his thighs again and took his cock in both hands. Unable to resist a small indulgence, she bent and swirled her tongue around his tip and sucked it between her lips. He was far too big to do more with, and it took both hands wrapped around him to encompass his girth. He lowered the wineglass to watch while she continued kissing the head of his cock and slowly stroking the full length of his shaft.
His gaze grew molten and he reached down to halt her movements with one hand.
“This should help,” he said, and tilted the wineglass over the tip of his cock, letting a small stream trickle out and run down over her hands. “Lick it off, little one.”
