The Dragon's Captive (Dragon Brides Book 2)

by Renard, Loki

  “Please, sir… please… fuck me…”

  “Fuck you how?”

  “Fuck me… hard,” she gasped the final word, her entire body flushed with the heat of naming the act.

  She had never known she had the capacity to submit so totally. Perhaps it was the guilt she felt at finally realizing that opening portals without care did have tremendous consequences for thousands of other people. Or perhaps it was simply how very hot it was to be handled by a dragon that had no regard for her modesty.

  There was a table to the left of the dais. Vilka snapped the chains off her wrists, picked her up and pushed her over it. She was now facing the assembly of dragons as he spread her legs and ran his cock along the wet seam of her lips.

  “Look at them, Kate,” he insisted, grabbing a handful of hair at the back of her head. “Watch them as they watch you take your punishment fucking.”

  He pushed inside her and her mouth opened in a soft O as her pussy spread wide around his cock, taking him hard and deep. Vilka was unhurried, his cock pounding her pussy with a slow but powerful rhythm that gave her plenty of time to feel the eyes of the dragons upon her, to take quick little glances in between overwhelming blushes and see them watching her be fucked by her master, the twin orbs of her breasts beneath her chest rolling with the motion of his cock inside her cunt.

  His fingers drifted low underneath her belly and found the tight little bud of her clit. They clamped there, sending a bolt of sensation through her body that made her scream with the force of a sudden climax. Her wet, slippery pussy grasped his cock, milking it with the motions of her orgasm, but Vilka was not done with her. Not yet. He fucked her through that climax and into another one. He kept her facing forward the entire time, using the grip he had on her hair to keep her head up and looking at the dragons that were now showing some signs of reaction, their expressions intense and satisfied as she transformed to a blushing, sweating, moaning, crying little wretch having her pussy fucked for their edification.

  “Tell them you are sorry,” he instructed, strumming her clit again, holding his cock deep inside her. “Tell the elders and the dragons of this legion how thoughtless and reckless you have been and beg for their forgiveness.”

  He pulled his cock out of her creamy pussy and laid his palm against her bottom again, spanking her with hard, brisk swats as he held her in place.

  “I’m sorrryyy!” Kate gasped the words. “I was wrong, I’m sorry, I was bad… I’m so sorrrry!”

  It was not an eloquent apology, but it was given in such heartfelt, desperate tones that it seemed to have the desired effect. The leader of the elders held up his hands, indicating that he had seen enough and Vilka stopped spanking her bottom and instead began to rub it gently.

  “Very well,” the elder said. “The human is clearly controllable. You have met one challenge, Vilka. Now you must meet the next.”

  “What is it?” Vilka ran his hand over Kate’s back, gentling and soothing her as she lay panting over the table, her pussy and bottom aching from the punishment and orgasms. She hoped the elders had some way of summoning the great dragon back, closing the portal and restoring peace. She had gone to the very depths of her capacity for submission to help Vilka; it had to pay off, otherwise she was going to be left very embarrassed all for nothing.

  “The world eater must be brought back to the dragon realm, and it must be defeated in battle,” the elder intoned.

  “What legion could destroy Avastias?” Vilka asked the question as he helped Kate stand, pulling her against his body and pressing soft kisses to her temple.

  “Not a legion,” the elder smiled darkly. “One dragon. You.”

  Chapter Ten

  “So the elders just came here to watch you have sex with me and now they’re going to leave the whole ‘massive dragon’ thing to you?” Kate asked the question with no shortage of irritated attitude. They were back in Vilka’s quarters, far from the elders by the time the erotic haze that had made her temporarily malleable had faded. And it was just as well, because Kate was not happy. After all she had sacrificed, she had expected more and better. She had pulled out all the curse words she knew, and developed a few more just to describe what she insisted was their betrayal.

  “Settle down,” Vilka said. “There are still some elders yet to arrive. I suspect they will be of more use.”

  “Oh? Will you be stripping and fucking me again, then?”

  “Not quite,” Vilka smirked as if she had said something particularly funny.

  “Why not? They missed the show. That’s not fair, is it?”

  If anything, Kate was more mouthy than she had ever been, making up time for all the abject obedience she had displayed before the gathered elders and Vilka’s legion. She had a lot of making up to do, and she was not wasting any time doing it.

  “The elders in question are my parents. My father is a veteran of the first war, as is my mother.”

  “Oh. Well,” Kate said. “So I guess that would be weird if we had sex in front of them, huh. Good to know you have some boundaries.”

  “I wish to present you to them,” Vilka said. “And not solely because you are the cause of this crisis, but also because you are my mate.”

  “So you want me to meet your parents,” Kate said, stunned. “And will I have to do that naked too?”

  “No,” Vilka snorted. “This will be a clothed event. And though it will not be formal, I would appreciate it if you could at least try to be polite.”

  Kate watched him as he dressed, fussing over his leather armor. He had adjusted it several times and still did not seem entirely comfortable in it.

  “Why are you so nervous?” She tilted her head at him curiously. “You were less worried about the world eater, and losing all your men and the elders coming.”

  Vilka hesitated for a moment before answering her. “My father is a demanding man, and I have been less than a perfect son.”

  “How?” Kate frowned. She couldn’t comprehend how Vilka could be considered anything other than perfect. He was handsome, intelligent, commanding… “You have your own fortress and everything. What kind of high expectations does he have that you’re not meeting?”

  “I was once on track for much more than command of a fortress this far from civilization,” Vilka admitted. “You understand, Kate, there was never any indication that Avastias would wake in my lifetime. This is not a post of honor. This is a place where those who are too much trouble for other places end up.”

  “Oh, so the perfect place for me, I guess,” she said with a little grin.

  “Yes,” Vilka agreed. “I believe so. Though you seem determined as ever to go back and wreak havoc…”

  “Aren’t you?” Kate cocked her head to the side and fiddled with the length of her hair, braiding a few strands loosely with her fingers. “I mean, before I came here, were you content to look at a mountain all day?”

  “No,” Vilka admitted. “But I had already brought enough shame to my family name.”

  Kate’s curiosity spiked. “What did you do?”

  Vilka hesitated for a moment. “I am sure I will regret telling you this, but as all highborn men do, I joined the winged guard when I was of age. I did well, but I was not promoted as often as I should have been because they did not care for me. My father’s choice of mate was, and still is, controversial among many. I paid the price for that controversy many times over, being passed over for promotions, spoken to in a condescending and often cruel fashion… it became clear that they would not respect me, no matter how many times I proved myself to my command. So I did something which made it impossible for them to ignore me any longer.”

  “What did you do?”

  “I really should not tell you,” Vilka repeated. “It will only make you even more difficult to deal with.”

  “Are you kidding me? This is the most likeable you’ve ever been,” Kate exclaimed. “You’re always so stiff and perfect. I want to know what you did.”

  “T
here is a king of dragons,” Vilka said. “Becoming one of his personal guard is the highest honor. It is given to the fastest, fiercest, and most adept warriors. I proved myself in the seven trials and was among the top three initiates in the final counting, but when the time came for the king’s guard to be chosen, I was not among their number.”

  “Okay…”

  “You must understand, my father was of the king’s guard. And his father before him, and his father before him. As long as we have existed, my line has guarded the king’s riches—a vast trove which lies buried deep in the king’s castle. To not be chosen was not just a slight against me; it was a denial of my entire lineage.”

  “Mhmm…” Kate nodded along. He was going to get to the point soon, she was sure. The way he kept avoiding telling her precisely what he had done made her certain it was something he did not want her to know. “So what did you actually do?”

  A dark, attractive smirk settled itself on Vilka’s features. “The greatest treasure of all is the dragon crown. It weighs half a ton, and is worn by the king when he takes his dragon form. It is studded with all manner of jewels, laden with gold and silver and many more valuables besides. It is guarded at all times by four of the royal guard who rotate around the chamber, and there are many other layers of protection… I was so angry, so desperate to prove my worth and ability, that I decided the best way to do it would be to steal the crown.”

  “Oh, god,” Kate half-groaned.

  “I was successful,” Vilka said, his smile broadening. “But the result was not what I’d thought it would be. I was young and foolish and I thought it would earn me admiration and respect. Instead I was denounced as everything from a thief, to a traitor—even though I did not take it for myself, but instead left it on display on the tallest spire of the king’s castle. There was talk of banishing me from the realm, but my father spoke on my behalf and instead I was sent here, to the farthest reaches. I have been here ten long years, and in that time I have not seen or spoken to my father. I had hoped to redeem myself somehow, but all I have to present him with now is a crisis.”

  “Well, this is more my fault than yours,” Kate said. “I’ll tell your dad that when I see him.”

  “Oh, is it? You have spent so much time denying your role, I am surprised to hear you say that.”

  “Well, of course I have,” Kate sighed. “I’m not going to go around taking the blame and just… admitting I was wrong. Where would that leave me?”

  “In less trouble than you are currently?”

  She gave a little shrug. “I don’t think it matters really anymore, degrees of trouble. There’s a giant beast somewhere on the East Coast of the United States and I’m stuck here as the sex prisoner of a fallen dragon.”

  Vilka’s eyes gleamed with good humor as he leaned in and kissed her. “I love you,” he said. “You may be my prisoner, I may have to whip your bottom frequently, and perhaps you would give anything to be free of me, but I do love you anyway.”

  “Okay, seeing as you’re being so sweet, before I escape, I’ll tell your dad not to be disappointed in you,” she said with a wink. “I promise.”

  “You’re such an intractable brat!” Vilka took her by the hand and twisted her over onto her stomach, his palm catching her bottom hard enough to sting, but not nearly hard enough to punish. Kate squealed with laughter as he mock-spanked her, taking out his frustrations on the rounds of her bottom. “You are never going to escape, so you can forget about it.”

  “I will always escape, so you can never forget about it,” she countered at the top of her lungs. “I’m going to be freeeeeeeeee !” Her squeal reached new pitches as his hand delved between her thighs and found her wet lower lips.

  “You enjoy being a terrible minx, don’t you,” he lectured, toying with her sex. She always got wet when he spanked her, some effect of her animal brain that made her body well with willingness for the one who could dominate her completely. “I think you would be disappointed if you did somehow manage to escape now. You would probably come back and put yourself in chains so you could escape all over again.”

  Kate’s response was lost in the moan of her arousal as they once more fell to making love in the face of almost certain doom.

  Chapter Eleven

  Several hours later…

  Dressed in a soft gown that she rather liked, Kate waited in Vilka’s chambers. The collar and chains had been removed, a nice touch in deference to Vilka’s parents. Apparently he did not want them to know that he was keeping her like a chained animal.

  Vilka had gone to meet his parents without her, a move she did not blame him for. It must be an awkward reunion after such a length of time, and in such a dire situation. Vilka having stolen a crown was nothing on Vilka presiding over the clusterfuck that was the world eater situation.

  She looked up as the door opened and Vilka came in, looking somewhat relieved, and somewhat worried.

  “My father, Vyktor, wishes an audience with you,” Vilka said. “And he wishes to speak with you alone. I believe he thinks you could be coerced if I am present. I tried to explain that it is not possible to coerce you, but he will have to learn that for himself.”

  “Don’t worry,” she said. “I will put in a good word for you.”

  “Just try not to create more chaos, if you can possibly help it,” he said, taking her by the hand. He led her through the fortress to one of the higher towers, which led out to a landing area. Stopping before the great doors of one of the rooms, Vilka pressed a kiss to her lips and reminded her to be good.

  “I’ll try,” she said with a smile. She was looking forward to meeting Vilka’s father. The man who had created him must be quite a beast.

  Vilka pushed the door open and called out, “Father! Kate is here to see you.”

  “Send her in,” Vyktor called from somewhere in the depths of the very large room. “I would speak with her alone.”

  “Call out if she runs,” Vilka called back. “She’s a flight risk.”

  “I’ve got some experience with that, son,” Vyktor replied. He came into view, turning a corner from behind a tall weapons case. Kate looked at him with intense interest as Vilka left, closing the door behind them.

  Vyktor was much like Kate had imagined him, an older version of Vilka, more heavily lined, a gray beard and hair. There was a weight to his presence, an imposing agedness—though there was nothing bowed or weak about him. She could see how this man could be frightening, but there was a warmth to him, and maybe even a familiarity that made her feel comfortable talking to him.

  “So this isn’t Vilka’s fault,” she said. “I mean, he is holding me captive, and he does lock me up at night in case I chew the chains off and run away, but I opened the portal that woke your dragon nightmare up, so that’s more on me, so don’t be too angry at him, okay?”

  Vyktor’s lips quirked. “That’s quite an introduction, young lady.”

  “I like to get the important things out of the way first, in case I don’t have time to say them later,” she said. “Like I said, I keep getting chained up places, and we might not get another chance to talk. I haven’t been gagged recently, but it’s probably only a matter of time.”

  “I see,” Vyktor rumbled. “Very practical of you.”

  “Oh, yes, I am practical,” she said. “That’s part of the problem. You see, your son tried to keep me prisoner, but it’s actually pretty hard to keep me prisoner, so it’s been difficult, but you shouldn’t hold that against him either, because probably nobody could keep me prisoner for as long as he has, and I am still here, so…” She trailed off, realizing that she was babbling nervously—and realizing that the reason that she was nervous was because this dragon man was Vilka’s father, and she actually cared about that.

  Dammit. She could not afford to totally give into her feelings for Vilka. That wouldn’t work. A relationship between a human and a dragon was literally impossible. What realm would they even live in? What sort of holidays would they
take? The lifespans wouldn’t line up either, and that would just be sad.

  “I’m somewhat familiar with how difficult humans, especially young human women can be to keep in any way contained,” Vyktor said, surprising her.

  “Oh?”

  “He hasn’t told you, has he?” Vyktor let out a chuckle. “He is still ashamed of it, I think.”

  “Ashamed of what?” Kate was now thoroughly confused.

  “His human side.”

  “What? ”

  Vyktor let out a laugh. “For a perceptive scientist, you have missed an awful lot about the man who has taken you.”

  “Well, I can’t be perceptive all the time about everything,” she mumbled, embarrassed. “I have been trying to escape, that takes up a lot of my time… what do you mean, Vilka has a human side?”

  “I think you will enjoy meeting my wife,” Vyktor said. “She has taken to the sky for the moment, but she will land soon, I believe. She wished to look at the portal.”

  “Well, it’s a big one,” Kate said.

  “Not as large as some we have seen,” Vyktor noted. “But significant enough,” he added, as if she might be disappointed by his assessment. “Large enough to allow a world eater to pass through.”

  “It squeezed right through it, like it couldn’t help itself,” Kate mused, remembering. “Are world eaters like cats? Do they have to see if they can fit in small spaces?”

  “I don’t know,” Vyktor chuckled. “Perhaps.”

  He was very different from the elders, and not just because he was Vilka’s father. The other elders were tense and angry and stiff and unhappy. Vyktor seemed to be quite comfortable standing there on the verge of the chaos she had created. He seemed to almost be enjoying it.

  “This reminds me of when I met my wife,” he said. “The air was then as it is now, charged with the winds of change. They have been stale in this realm too long, I think. What seems to be a disaster may yet prove to be an opportunity.”