by Renard, Loki
“Silence,” he growled, approaching her again. “You talk too much and you say too little.”
She scrambled backwards, but he simply took hold of her left ankle and dragged her back toward the rear post of the bed. He was prepared, she noted. The long leather lashes wrapped around his wrists were unfurled to become shackles for her body. He was not merely content with tying her ankles and wrists to the bedposts either. Once she was subdued he fastened a loop of leather about her neck, creating a collar, and to that collar he joined a long leash, the end of which he wrapped around his hand. It was an unnecessary extra step to take; she already could not move for being bound. But perhaps he knew how that collar would make her feel, the thick band across her neck giving her a deep sense of being suddenly and thoroughly owned.
The dragon stood over her, his cock intimidatingly erect as he ran the tips of several of the remaining leather lashes down the length of her quivering belly, gently tugging on the leash with the other.
“Answer my questions,” he said, “and you will be rewarded with pleasure. Lie to me and you will feel only pain.”
“You have no way of knowing what is true and what isn’t,” she pointed out, panting in her vulnerable position.
“I will know. Your body will tell me,” he replied, letting the tips of the leather slide down toward the prominent rise of her lower lips covered in red curling down. “And it is a very beautiful body,” he added, almost in spite of himself. There was an expression of desire and admiration in his eyes that made Kate feel vulnerable and aroused at the same time.
“Please let me go,” she moaned softly. “I’m not here to cause any harm, I promise.”
“Look at me.”
“I can’t,” she whimpered softly.
The leather snapped through the air and landed with a sting between her thighs, catching her down-covered lips with a stroke that was not hard enough to hurt, but certainly enough to get her attention. She gasped and stared at him in shock, his golden gaze meeting hers with a stern smirk.
“You see, you can, when you have the right stimulation.”
She blushed hard enough that it was not just her face that went red, but her cleavage as well. Her squirming attempts to cover her body were of course totally useless. All she was achieving was displaying herself more erotically for the dragon who had taken her prisoner.
“Let us begin again,” he said, more calmly now that he had her under total control. “What is your name?”
“Kate Ferrier,” she said, her words catching in her throat as the leather lashes traced over her body.
“Who sent you here, Kate?”
“I sent myself here.”
The lash trailed down her stomach and dipped between her thighs, the leather running along the slit of her sex.
“You insist on that lie,” he said. “But nobody can create a rift between the worlds on their own.”
“I can,” she said, her hips squirming as she looked into his eyes with a desperate gaze. “I’ve been working on it for a long time. The physics was settled before the war. It was just a matter of containing a smaller, more controlled reaction.”
His brows quirked and the tip of the leather performed a circle around her clit. “Why?”
It was almost impossible to remember, to concentrate, to form words, but she had to or she knew that the lash would return, possibly harder.
“I… ummmm… needed to see this place for myself.”
“Why?”
The lash slid lower, drifting over her inner thighs, back and forth like a sensual pendulum.
“I just had to,” she moaned. “I don’t… I can’t explain it. Please… you have to believe me.”
Perhaps it was the note of desperation in her voice that made the dragon drop the lash, but not the leash. He kept the latter firmly in his hand as he crouched down on the bed, his fingers tracing down her belly and stopping just short of her soft mound.
“You have come a very long way for something you can’t explain,” he murmured, caressing her prone body with a gentle, appreciative touch. He wasn’t giving up his line of questioning, she realized. He was just changing tactics. He had denied her all modesty physically, and he seemed to be just as intent on laying her mind bare as well.
She squirmed and moaned as his hand moved down further and cupped her sex, handling her with a mastery that left her weak to his charms. It was as though he had total claim to her body, his fingers tracing a gentle path between her lips, the folds of her sex flowering with the dew of her juices as he began to tease her, the lash in his other hand and now trailing across the underside of her breasts.
“I can’t think when you do that,” she murmured.
“I don’t want you thinking,” he replied. “I want you telling me the truth.”
“I have,” she moaned as he massaged her pussy, his middle finger finding the wet entrance of her body. “Oh, god… I have.”
“Hmm,” he mused, sliding his thick digit in slowly until it met the barrier of her hymen. “What is this, you are closed…”
“I haven’t been with a man before.”
The finger slid away and he looked at her with an expression of wonder and concern. “But you are mature…”
“Yes.”
“How could you be untouched?”
“Not every woman has a partner,” Kate said, her hips arching almost instinctively toward his hand even though it was no longer between her legs.
“Why?”
“Because I had my work… making the portal. I had no time for men.”
“No time for men. And what of the men, they had no time for you? Such a beauty?”
“I’m…” Kate lowered her eyes. “I am not a beauty.”
The dragon’s brows lowered over his magnetic golden gaze and he ran his hand from beneath her breast, over the curve of her waist and hip.
“You are soft, you are curvy, you have delicate skin and lips which pout deliciously when you are unhappy. You are beautiful, Kate. Your men must be blind not to see that.”
“I’m usually wearing clothes too,” she said. “I don’t exactly dress to be noticed.”
“Not with me,” he said. “With me your body will rarely, if ever, be covered. I want to have your beauty on display.”
His hand slid back between her legs and she let out an appreciative little sigh. What had begun as an interrogation was turning into a slow seduction as the dragon lowered his head and began to explore her tied and leashed form with his lips and tongue, the former of which left traces of warm fire across her skin.
“I can’t stay,” she moaned. “I have to go back. You have to let me go.”
“That is out of the question.” His lips captured her nipple, his tongue playing against the pink bud as his fingertip plunged back between her lower lips, toying with the virginal entrance of her body with a sure touch.
“Please, you don’t understand…”
“I am a dragon, Kate,” he growled. “When I discover treasure, I keep it.”
“You must let me go,” she moaned.
“Let you go? This is what you wanted, is it not? This is what you crossed the divide between worlds to obtain. You came to mate.”
“I came to study…”
“Study? Ha! Young virgins do not come to a dragon’s lair to study. They come to be deflowered and made virginal no longer. This barrier between your thighs, this little scrap of skin. It is all that stands between you and the full realization of your womanhood. It is mine. I will take it, and you, as my own.”
* * *
Truth be told, Vilka found this naked woman so entrancing he was almost inclined to forget about his initial reasons for stripping and binding her. Interrogation was far from his mind as he explored her exotic body. Female dragons were very different creatures with their scaling and their relatively low libidos. With life spans as long as theirs, female dragons were not driven to mate very often and their bodies certainly did not respond the way this human woman’
s did, with a perfumed scent that threatened to drive him wild with desire. Everything about her called to some part of Vilka that had long been denied, a craving he had tried to pretend did not exist.
Her body was beautiful in a way he had not encountered before. She was so responsive, his every touch drew a gasp or a moan, and her curves undulated for him in a way that enchanted a primal part of his mind. He spent long minutes simply caressing her body, examining every delicate inch of it. She seemed to have so many sensitive areas, her sex foremost among them, but there were more places too… the lobe of her ear produced a full body shiver when his lips closed about it in a kiss.
His cock was straining and throbbing. The tip of it was gleaming with traces of his seed. He wanted her badly, and her desire was just as great. The ties were entirely unnecessary to keep her beneath his body and he loosened them until they were no longer holding her in place, though they remained around her wrists and ankles. Her legs wrapped around his waist with some instinctive movement that brought the thick head of his cock in contact with the soft, wet slit leading to the entrance of her body.
Her beautiful mineral-hued eyes widened as she felt him there, the heat and hardness of his member contrasting with the soft wet skin of her folds. Vilka drew his hips back and allowed the head of his cock to run gently up and down the length of her virginal pussy, spreading her lips around his shaft before drawing back again. He would not enter her, not yet. Not until she begged in that sweet voice.
“Please…” she moaned. “This… I…”
“What do you want?” He murmured the question against her lips. “Tell me…”
She couldn’t form the words, or wouldn’t. Vilka resisted the urge to simply plunge himself inside her, keeping control of his desire. She was delicate and soft and he did not want to do her damage. She was writhing beneath him now, her hips rolling with an enticing motion that made it harder to resist her tight slit.
“Find your words, human,” he murmured, sliding down her body. “Neither one of us can resist much longer. You have been innocent too long. And I have hungered too long.”
He saw her eyes widen as his mouth made contact with her soft lower lips, his tongue finding the wet slit where her juices flowed and lapping at that secret river with a reverent desire. Her sex was a delicious little maze of soft lips protecting the little hole through which his cock would soon gain entrance to the tight confines of her pussy.
“Please… please…”
Her moans soon became incoherent, her body moving with an unmistakable invitation. The more he licked and teased and kissed her lower lips, the more desperate she became.
“Tell me what you want,” he insisted.
“I want you inside me…”
That was all Vilka needed to hear. He let his tongue trail slowly between her inner lips, find her tight little hole and push inside it. He tongued her pussy for several minutes, stoking her fires even higher. He could feel her tugging at the leash with every movement she made, her movements becoming more frantic as she came closer to the climax he had no intention of allowing her to have just yet.
“Oh!” Her cry of disappointment was almost comical as he lifted his mouth from her sex.
Wrapping the leash around his left hand several more times, Vilka slid up her body, pulling until they were face to face, his cock between her legs, the head of his manhood touching her slick, puffy lower lips.
He looked deep into her eyes, his free hand sliding down to cup her bottom and guide her hips as he pushed his cock into her tight channel in a slow, strong motion. She was hot, wet, and so tight. As he slid deeper into her body, her pussy wrapped around him, spread and stretched about the thick flesh of his cock, her mouth wide in a silent scream of ecstasy as he used the leash to control her movements as the thick head of him found the delicate membrane of her hymen and pushed through it.
“Virgin no longer,” he intoned before kissing her deeply, his tongue massaging hers as he began to urge his hips back and forth, sliding his cock in and out of the tightest cunt he had ever felt. She moaned and wailed into his mouth as he fucked her, keeping his grip firm on the leash, making sure she felt the collar holding her as he claimed her pussy.
This one was spirited and beautiful, and she would need firm handling. He was not entirely gentle in his claiming, drawing out to the very tip and then sliding home again with brisk, firm strokes that pushed his hard pubic bone against her lightly punished lips.
“Oh, oh god, oh my god…” she gasped for her deity as he broke the kiss. Her pussy was so slick around his cock he could hear the wet sound of his cock plunging deep into her again and again. She reached for his arms, her slender fingers holding onto his biceps as he fucked her harder still, the desire of what felt like eternity unleashing itself on her tender cunt.
“I’m gonna come,” she moaned. “I’m going to come on you… I’m going to…”
“Come,” he growled in response.
She let out a high-pitched wail and he felt her pussy contracting and quivering on his hard flesh, a hot rush of her feminine fluids coating his cock. He saw her face and chest and breasts flush bright red with the force of the erotic reaction and still he kept pushing himself inside her again and again, tugging on the leash to bring her mouth closer for his kiss as he claimed her fully at both ends, fucking her through her orgasm.
It was her first time and perhaps he should have let her pussy rest, but he could not. Her lips gripped him as he sluiced in and out of her wet channel, her orgasm making everything wetter and hotter. She lay back against the bed and he allowed her to do so, relaxing his grasp on the leash as he tipped her back, lifted her legs over his shoulders and plunged into her pussy, his hand descending to rub her clit and mound in circles as he approached his own climax.
She was beautiful, her blushing, flushed body laid out beneath him, the scent of her sex thick in the air, her full breasts bouncing with each and every stroke he took.
“I’m going to fill you,” he said in a growling gasp, losing eloquence in favor of rough talk. “I’m going to fuck you full of my cum.”
His words made her pussy contract again, the little bud of her clit grinding against the heel of his palm as she burst into a second orgasm, her bright red hair tossing back and forth as her hips danced against him, her bottom and pussy grinding desperately, begging for his seed.
“You’re hungry for this, aren’t you, girl, my poor, fuck-starved human,” Vilka snarled as he pounded into her, his cock gleaming with her creamy juices. He could feel his seed roiling inside his balls, desperate to fill the tight little hole he had stretched with his cock over and over again.
With a roar of release, Vilka allowed himself to come, pushing himself deep inside her and locking his body with hers so every single drop of his cum was delivered directly to her bare pussy, bathing the walls of her sex with his virile seed. He shuddered with the pure pleasure of it, pressing kisses to every part of his human lover as he urged his hips against her in little short thrusts, ensuring none of his cum was wasted. She was so filled that soon when he pushed forward it began to leak out around his cock, and when he slid from her body, he saw her flowering lips spread around the pooling of his white seed. Her pussy had been a sweet little mound, lips closed around a tight little seam, protected by the red down of her pubic hair. Now those same lips were puffy and swollen, the entrance of her body spread and marked with thick deposits of his cum. He held her in place, her thighs spread, looking at the beauty of her well fucked pussy and then up at her face, her gorgeous, flushed face that held a shy little smile.
Vilka lay down next to his beautiful mate and held her close, caressing her body in slow motions as she curled up into him, the leather bindings and her leash entwined with them as he held her close and murmured soft words of praise and care.
Chapter Five
Kate had lost her virginity to a dragon.
She could barely believe it, but her body ached with the memory, the sensation betw
een her thighs an unrelenting reminder of how his hardness had conquered her soft sex. She felt… different. Her entire body was relaxed and full and satisfied. The dragon’s seed still coated her inner thighs and her mound. She had been filled with him over and over again and he had left his mark on her and inside her.
Now they lay together in a post-coital repose, saying nothing, simply breathing the same air and being close to one another.
Kate had to admit to herself that so far the fruits of her exploration through the portal had been very sweet. The dragon had not been entirely kind at first, he had dealt with her as an intruder, but that made sense on some level and she couldn’t precisely blame him. Now that they had coupled, he would no doubt see things from her point of view. If anyone was an invader, it was him. He had invaded her inner territory and forever transformed it.
She felt him sit up, brush her hair from her forehead and press a kiss there. It was a sweet gesture, one that made her smile. Then she felt the bed shift as he got out of it. She turned to look at him curiously.
“What are you doing?”
* * *
Vilka had hoped the human was asleep. It would have made what he had to do next much easier on both of them, but he could not exactly ignore her question. As he looked down at Kate, he felt a rush of emotion, a tenderness he had not experienced before. She was so beautiful, and every move she made spoke to him. It was more difficult than he had imagined it would be to be stern with her—and he knew she would not like the answer to her question.
He could lie to her, but Vilka did not like to lie. The truth was ultimately all he had, and he would not tell this human untruths simply to stop her from being angry.
“We are going to close the portal,” he said. “It cannot be allowed to remain open, our worlds leaking into one another. There is too much risk. Erias believes he has found a way to close it from our side.”
