by Ophelia Bell
“You will remember all of what I do tonight, but will have control over nothing other than your voice until I wish it, understand? If you ever wish me to stop, you only need say so and I will, but know that stopping sends you back to the army camp and out of my mind forever.”
She exhaled slowly, making sure Nikhil saw the shimmering blue cloud of her breath. She rested her hands on his chest while the smoky tendrils made their way to his mouth. He tensed, and the sudden waft of fear surprised her, but he didn’t flinch when her breath teased at his nostrils.
“Breathe, my love,” she said. “You won’t regret it.”
Aside from asserting control over his body, the breath she gave him would also temporarily enhance his own perception. She wanted him to be her perfect lover. He was already dangerously close to that, anyway.
Nikhil closed his eyes, and for a moment, Belah enjoyed the helpless, sleeping version of him. His lashes were so dark, and he appeared so serene as her breath took over. A moment later he opened his eyes, raised his head, and said, “I am yours tonight. Do with me as you will.”
“I drugged you because I don’t want you to hurt yourself. You just have to tell me if you don’t like what I do,” she said.
“What is keeping you from doing it anyway? I have no way to react other than verbally.”
Belah smiled and flashed her eyes at him. “Because I have power and you want power. I can give it to you. This isn’t just a test, Nikhil. This is how I give it to you.”
His aura pulsed, encompassing them both in a warm bubble of energy. Belah slid her hands down his ribcage, raking lightly with her fingernails. His breath hitched when she reached the tops of his hips and teased the arched rope of muscle that led in a vee toward his groin. Heat radiated from his cock, barely a hair’s breadth from the skin of her belly. She cupped his balls and leaned closer, caressing the side of his neck with her lips and tongue.
His skin tasted sweet, his aura crackling against her as she gently stroked between his thighs. She slid her hand up his length, gathering the drip of moisture at the tip with her thumb and swirling it around and around the head of his cock.
The intensity of his desire enveloped her, increasing the aching hunger for his Nirvana. She had gone longer than usual between sessions with her harem and let herself become more depleted than she should have. The craving was so strong she nearly dropped to her knees to take him in her mouth and bring him off swiftly, sating that hunger. Now was not the time for her to fall to her knees, though. Not until Nikhil had a true understanding of the scope of her power.
Belah brushed her lips across his jaw as she stroked him, and her tongue darted out to drift along his lower lip. His lips parted and his own tongue snaked out, hot and wet, to slide against hers. She latched her mouth onto his, tongue sweeping deeper. Between them, her hand pumped his cock in swifter strokes. With her free hand, she reached up and plucked at his nipple once, teasing it into a stiff nub, then pinched, squeezing harder and harder until a groan rumbled up from his throat.
She pulled away from the kiss and looked into his eyes. He stared back, his gaze intense and dark with desire. The jumbled emotions in his head pleased her. He was simultaneously desperate for release and resistant to giving her the satisfaction of making him come. The discomfort of his nipple seemed to be aiding that resistance more than giving him pleasure. So, pain was not pleasurable to him, but something he considered a trial that proved his worth. Belah bent and nipped at his other nipple, then grabbed it tightly between her teeth and pulled. At the same time, she squeezed his cock hard.
Nikhil hissed, tilting his hips into her hand.
She released him abruptly and walked away, leaving him panting and tugging at his bindings.
“This is just the start,” she said. “By the end of the night you’ll have a better idea how things will work with me. What my expectations are. I will give you the most immense pleasure you’ve ever experienced, but I expect you to reciprocate.”
Nikhil grinned and licked his lips. “I can give.”
“You don’t understand,” she said, stopping at a table near the doorway and opening a large, carved wooden box that rested there. From inside she pulled out two implements, along with small bottle of scented oil. “What you will be giving isn’t what you think. My pleasure comes secondary to what I want from you.”
She shivered at the thought of revealing more of her true power to him, but she couldn’t impress him enough otherwise. He was too full of himself, too powerful in his own right already. If she wanted to ensure he believed dominating her was worth his trouble, she had to give him a more powerful creature to dominate than a mere woman, even a goddess. Still, she would have to restrict what she showed him to more benign displays of power, like her breath and the transfer of energy. Nothing that would show her true form to him. She had to maintain some secrets, after all, and knowing that the dragon her people viewed as her pet was really her true form would not serve her purposes.
She picked up the small leather circlet she’d set on the table, sliding the looped thong on one side to widen the opening. The first step would be ensuring he didn’t accidentally spend himself before she wanted him to. She poured a bit of the oil in her palm, cupping it until she made her way back to him. She let it drizzle off her fingertips onto his hard cock for a second before slipping her oily hand over his swollen head and rubbing to distribute the fluid over his entire shaft and around his heavy sack.
Nikhil heaved a sigh and let his head fall back while she slid her palm up and down his length. His hips undulated in time to her stroking and she kept going, enjoying the accompanying pulse and swell of his aura with each slow pass of her hand. In a smooth motion, she slipped the leather ring over the head of his cock and tucked it around the base of his shaft, right behind his balls. With a sharp tug from beneath, she tightened it.
Nikhil let out a sharp cry, his head jerked up, and he stared first at her, then down at the binding that constricted the blood flow to his swollen member.
“What the fuck?”
Belah’s eyebrow and the corner of her mouth twitched in amusement. “Just a little help to ensure you last through the night.”
Though truthfully, she was growing more and more uncertain that she would be able to last. The familiar, empty ache that signaled she was dangerously low on energy had begun. It was akin to the lightheadedness she might feel if she hadn’t eaten all day and wandered near the kitchens when supper was being prepared. Except instead of lightheaded, she craved the fullness of being fucked and soaking up the resulting energy from her sated partner, and her skin itched with the need to shift and fly. The only thing that came close to calming her the way sex did was feeling the night air rush over her scales and beneath her wings.
She would have to last. Tonight was too important to let her hunger get the better of her.
Nikhil gasped and panted, still staring down at his cock, incredulous.
“How does it feel? Be honest.”
“Tight and … strange. I don’t understand.”
Belah chuckled. “You may be one of the most glorious and virile males I’ve ever met, Nikhil, but those girls who throw themselves at your feet and into your bed don’t know the first thing about true pleasure.” She reached down and allowed the tip of one sharp talon to extend from her fingertip. In plain view of his gaze, she raked it gently along the underside of his engorged penis. When she reached the crown, she scraped the gathered fluid that hung in a creamy droplet onto the dark hook of her claw and raised it to her mouth. She darted her true-shaped tongue out, the forked tip of it capturing his essence while he watched.
She closed her eyes, savoring his tangy flavor. Her eyes flickered again as her vision shifted to observe how his aura changed from witnessing the little revelations she gave him.
“What are you?” he asked, his throat tight with confused tension.
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nbsp; “I am your goddess. If you survive a night with me, then you will be truly worthy of dominating me when I wish it. Just as a cat can choose her master, I can choose mine.”
Belah gripped his shaft again, giving it a slow, tight pull. She slid her palm along his oiled skin and he shuddered, but otherwise didn’t respond. Only in the quiet dark of Nikhil’s mind did she sense the pleas beginning, a silent but fervent prayer to show him mercy when she felt he had earned it. But he was too resolute to withstand what she had to give him to beg outright.
The thought was touching, but she wasn’t quite finished torturing him yet.
She moved away again and reached for the bottle of oil and the other object she’d withdrawn from her toy box. She could feel his eyes on her, observing her actions, along with the vivid sense of his anticipation for what she might surprise him with next. When she held the object up in the lamplight, he struggled in earnest against his bindings.
“No,” he said, eyeing the thick, oblong polished stone that she was liberally coating in oil. It was the same shape as the one she’d used with Nyla, Zeb, and Idrin the week before, only much larger.
“No? You don’t want to watch me fuck myself with this? I know it’s a poor substitute for your glorious cock, but I am feeling somewhat empty at the moment. What did you think I was going to do?”
He relaxed and gave her a sheepish smile. “Shove it up my ass.”
“Oh, is that what I should do? Hmm…” She smirked at him as she settled onto the bed. “That never occurred to me. I might have to try it, now that you mention it.”
Belah continued to muse on the idea while she reclined against her pillows and bent her knees, spreading her thighs for him to get a good view of her cunt. Gripping the dildo with one hand, she teased it through her folds, sliding it between the slick flesh the way she’d slid on his cock the week before. His gaze stayed fixed on the performance, his tongue darting out to lick his lips when she pushed the thick object deep inside herself.
It was one of her favorite toys, its bulbous, egg-like shape more versatile than the more uniformly proportioned dildos in her collection. She absolutely had other intentions with it besides fucking herself, but Nikhil seemed to be enjoying watching her. His eyes were hooded, his gaze fixed on the slow thrust of the dildo in and out of her slick channel. She cupped one breast and arched her back for effect. She could make herself come this way easily—she was primed for it already after the teasing tingle of his aura when she stood near him.
Tonight wasn’t simply about pleasure. Its purpose was to establish parameters for any play going forward. If things went well, he would understand by the end what was acceptable when she agreed to take his place in the shackles, subjected to the kind of humiliation she intended to inflict on him tonight.
The simple thought of their roles being reversed nearly did her in. Belah’s muscles clenched hard around the hot, slick object inside her and she pulled it out before she lost control.
She stood and walked on tingling legs back over to him. As she passed the table she picked up the bottle of oil and ducked under his bound arm to move behind him.
The dildo glistened with her own juices, which might have been enough lubrication for any of the men in her harem, but she suspected Nikhil was untried in the area she was about to explore. She wasn’t cruel; she would make sure he was well prepared before she used it on him. His entire body clenched, but all Belah did was drizzle oil along the tops of his shoulders and let it trickle down his back. She set the dildo down on a nearby table and used both hands to work the oil into his bunched shoulders, massaging the muscles until they warmed and loosened under her touch.
She worked her way down his back, kneading the muscles as thoroughly as she’d stroked his cock. She needed him relaxed, which would be tricky, considering how hard his cock still was. As she reached the base of his spine, her ministrations slowed. She poured more oil into her hand and rubbed her palms together, coating them, then slicked them slowly over both his tight, round ass cheeks.
Nikhil’s breath shot out in a gasp. “You’re going to do it, aren’t you?”
“Do what?” Belah asked, feigning confusion.
“You want to shove that huge thing into me. You are an evil goddess, aren’t you?” He chuckled.
Belah smiled to herself. “You can tell me to stop, but I think you’ll enjoy it if you give it a chance.”
She popped her head beneath his armpit and looked up into his face inquiringly. Nikhil groaned.
“Fuck, do what you want with me. But you better believe I’m taking it out on you when I get the chance.”
She grinned and sank her teeth into the fleshy side of his pectoral, savoring the tight hiss of air he expelled in response.
She stood behind him again and squeezed his ass in both hands, spreading the cheeks apart. Kneeling down, she could see the snug cuff of the ring that secured his balls and the tight, puckered opening that he held so dear. With one oil-coated fingertip, she traced a line from his spine down, slowly making her way to the center of that little rose. Once there, she swirled her finger around, spreading the oil until his opening glistened.
Nikhil’s breath came rapidly and his ass cheeks kept threatening to clench tighter until she smacked him sharply.
“You need to relax, or this is going to be a lot more difficult for both of us.”
She coated both palms again and grabbed his cheeks, holding them apart. With her thumbs, she teased, then let her forked tongue dart out and tickle the tender flesh.
He was a virgin in this way, she had to remind herself, so she should be gentle, but she would also be very, very thorough. She teased his ass with her tongue until she heard him release a frustrated groan. Then she pressed the tip of one thumb harder against his opening and was pleased that he let her beyond the barrier. She fucked him one knuckle deep before removing her thumb and replacing it with two fingers.
Those went deeper, fucking slowly in and out while his body quivered and his aura swelled. Belah sensed both how much he loved this, and at the same time, how much he hated that he did. To give him something new to think about, she bent her head and captured a mouthful of his ass in her teeth and bit hard.
Nikhil cried out. He didn’t seem to notice when she added a third oiled finger to the mix and twisted her hand, hooking her fingers to find that well of magic potential that lived inside all men.
“No… fuck… Stop!” he cried.
Belah stilled and waited. Had he broken?
Nikhil swiftly backpedaled. “No, no, don’t stop, don’t stop. I didn’t mean it.” He panted out the words and pushed his ass back toward her. “Fuck me, please. Hurry up and fuck me, because I’m going to lose my mind if you don’t.”
Belah extracted her fingers from him and cleaned off in a nearby basin of water. Without a word, she untied his ankles, then reached up and undid his wrists.
She guided him to the bed and he went as docile as a lamb, still trembling. He climbed onto the bed and lay on his back at her instruction, letting her bind his wrists again without objection. She left his ankles undone, positioning him carefully so that his knees were pressed to his chest.
Nikhil’s expression was full of awe when he looked at her, but there was still a calculated glint deep within. He still plotted how to give back to her the favors she was giving him tonight. She suppressed a shiver of arousal at the knowledge.
She retrieved the dildo and the oil and returned to the bed.
“You aren’t getting out of this,” she said, holding the shiny oiled object up for him to see. He swallowed hard and nodded. His face flushed red with shame and he closed his eyes and clenched his jaw.
When she pressed the rounded tip at his entrance, he winced.
“Remember, relax.” She bent her head and pressed her lips on the underside of his cockhead, teasing her tongue out softly. His stomach musc
les clenched, then relaxed as her tongue drifted lower. “Once this is in you, I’m going to climb on top of you and fuck you.”
“You’re good,” he said. His muscles finally relaxed and she pressed the tapered tip of the polished stone dildo into him. While she pushed, she took him into her mouth and slowly sucked on the head of his cock, swirling her true-shaped tongue over his tip and tickling the underside. “You’re inhumanly good,” Nikhil said, laughing hoarsely. The laugh turned into a harsh groan when she pushed the dildo deeper.
His thighs tightened and he strained at his bindings, but he didn’t tell her to stop. Belah kept pushing the dildo into him until the widest end of it was solidly entrenched, with only the narrow neck extending to the flared handle left outside.
She twisted it, enjoying his shuddering breath and the hard twitch of his cock.
“Tell me what you want right now.”
“I want to come. Fuck, I want to come.”
“How much do you want it?” She pulled the dildo slowly out of him, then pushed it back inside. His ass clenched for a second, then released, and he whimpered.
“Please.”
She left the dildo inside him and moved up to look into his eyes.
“Please what?”
“Please fuck me, ‘Iilahatan.”
The begging made her even wetter than she’d been before. Her entire body vibrated with need. As she hovered over him, she felt the magic that maintained the shape of her human body dissolving and barely held it together. She needed to make him come now or she’d change.
All teasing done, Belah spread her thighs over the head of Nikhil’s bound cock. She brushed her wet folds over his tip just enough to make herself crazy and make him clench his teeth and curse at her.
“Fuck me. Fuck me, you fucking beautiful, manipulative bitch. I need my cock in you now.”
She sank down slowly, savoring the friction of his thick cock as it filled her for the first time.
Belah’s mind went blank once she fully encompassed him. Just having him inside her was the perfect end. She didn’t want to move. She clenched tight around him, enjoying the way his Blessed aura shimmered and swelled around them both, his energy tickling her skin with the need to channel its way inside her when the floodgates were opened and that delicious exchange began. Though it made no sound, the sensation of his aura had a rhythm like music. His heavy heartbeat pounded like a drum and her muscles tightened and loosened around him in time to his pulse. She closed her eyes and savored every nuance of the experience tantalizing her senses.
