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I unsnap my pants. I am very aroused. Very ready to mate. I am desperate to not only take her, but to teach her a lesson. This insolence will not be tolerated. This human will submit.
“Open your mouth.”
She wants to refuse, but she also wants to argue with me. She cannot do both.
I grip her beneath the chin and draw her right to my crotch.
“Avel…”
I do not know what she intended to say, because I push my cock into her mouth and end the torrent of bratty comments with my scaled girth.
My cock is almost too much for her to fit into her mouth. I make her lips stretch wide, and I feel her tongue desperately lapping at the underside of the great flared head. This isn’t fair. It’s not nice. And it is exactly what she deserves. This human should be on her knees before me, supplicant to my cock, serving me in every way she can.
Her eyes spark with rebellion, but there’s nothing she can do now. She needs to take this cock. She needs to show me that she is capable of some small amount of obedience.
Her hips continue to perform their dance of desire as I use her mouth. Sometimes I wonder if there is any obedience in her whatsoever. Is it only this sexual compliance that she is capable of? Will I forever be fighting her human rebellion?
I do not know, but I do know that I am suddenly enjoying it very much. I could have a submissive mate quite easily. There are plenty of female saurians who find me and my role appealing. But I have always thrown myself into my work. I thought it was because I was very devoted to the work itself. But now, with this human squirming in front of me in reluctant sexual supplication, I realize I never wanted anybody who behaved themselves. I enjoy breaking the badly behaved. There is an energy here between us, an exchange of power.
This human has so much self-possession, and so much strength. She is small, but there is nothing weak about her. Not even now that she is captured and gagged by my cock, deprived of insolent speech.
I fill her mouth again and again, keeping my hand wrapped under her jaw. It may not seem like it to her, but I am being inordinately careful to not injure her rather delicate skull. I could easily damage this human with only the slightest lack of care, and if I were to do so I would never forgive myself.
I am not able to go very deep, or for her sake, very long. But I am able to make my point. I am able to show her where her place is and put her firmly in it. My pleasure comes as much from dominating her as it does any physical sensations I get from having her hot human mouth wrapped around the sensitive head of my cock.
I can feel my mating juices surging toward her lips. In moments she will be drinking my essence. Gripping her more tightly, and feeling great charging waves of dominant arousal that threaten to overwhelm me completely, I struggle to maintain control of myself.
“Drink me down, Raine,” I snarl. “I am going to come and you are going to swallow every bit of it. You will not waste a single drop of my seed.”
Her tongue undulates against my cock as she moans in response. She cannot help these little tells, these admissions of her own desire for and enjoyment of my mastery. I know nobody has ever taken her in hand this way before. She has always been able to wriggle out of tight situations before, escaping justice and being without any kind of owner. A woman like this needs to be mastered and owned — not because she is weak, but because she is strong. Because she deserves to have someone who is capable of matching her wild energies, and of showing her true partnership.
My orgasm comes over me powerfully, mating fluid spilling from my cock under pressure as my body does its best to breed her mouth. To Raine’s credit, she tries to swallow it — but of course she cannot swallow it all. My seed is copious and it not only fills her mouth as fast as she can swallow, but inevitably spills from a corner of her lips and rolls down her chin.
That is when I pull free, giving her no doubt aching jaw some respite.
“Such a bad girl,” I growl. “You can’t follow a single order I give you, can you?”
“Not fair,” she complains.
I smirk, curl my fingers in her hair, and draw her close. Her smooth skin is ever so close to my scales as I bring my lips to her ear. Lowering my voice to a purr, I tell her one of the many immutable truths of our relationship.
“This will never be fair.”
I lick the remnants of my seed from her chin, cleaning her up in a moment of brief but very true tenderness. Gazing down into her confused eyes and rubbing the pad of my scaled thumb over her swollen lower lip, I say one more terribly unfair thing.
“Time to go to the cells.”
She narrows her eyes with that adorable human rage and makes yet another inadvisable comment.
“Fuck you.”
4 JAIL HOUSE WRATH
Raine
“This is where those who refuse to follow orders end up.”
I expected some kind of cell of bones, but that’s not what I get. What I get is something worse. A construction that could be a jail on any planet and any time practically ever in the history of everything. There’s harsh overhead lighting, walls in a color of green beige that has never been seen either in nature or outside a depressing institution, and a series of heavy, solid doors separating unfortunate prisoners from the city outside. The building is much newer construction than the bone temple. It doesn’t feel like it belongs here in the city at all. The floor is metal and the walls look like some kind of sheetrock. They’ve got to be stronger than they look, but they don’t feel like it.
