“How does this relic feel inside you, pet?”
He held her down on his shaft, not allowing her to slide up or grind down, or move at all until she answered him.
“Mnnnn…” Aria moaned, doing her best to break free of his hands. His strength was impenetrable though, she really couldn’t move a fraction of an inch.
He let out an answering groan. “Your tightness is…” He hissed a breath and she felt his cock pulsing inside her. Aria realized suddenly that he was on the verge of losing control. He had her collared, chained, locked in place over his hips, impaled on his cock—but her inner muscles were working in ways he could not control and they gripped and milked him in an ancient human way that seemed to trigger an inescapable response in him.
Vyktor threw back his head, a growl turning into a roar of pleasure as his cock stiffened inside her. She felt his cum shooting deep, hot seed coating the delicate inner walls of her sex—the same walls that had broken the resolve of a dragon.
Watching the dragon lose the battle against his own desire triggered Aria’s climax, a torrent of pleasure rushing through her body as she ground against him, her hips rebelling against his grip as her body did what it had been made to do—take the seed of a male as deep inside her hot depths as possible. He was no longer stopping her from moving, so she was free to work herself against his unyielding flesh, working herself to an erotic peak with his cock at her core.
She felt the orgasm in every part of her, the force of it sending her mind to a place beyond places, freeing her to her very soul. The thick rod inside her stayed hot and hard as she writhed against her mate, her climactic gyrations sending waves rolling across the bath until finally she collapsed against his chest, her eyes half closed as he ran his hands slowly over her back and bottom.
“We could bathe forever, but you would still be a dirty little pet,” Vyktor murmured against her ear.
Aria let out a soft little groan as he cupped her bottom and slowly slid his impaling flesh from her gripping lips. She was empty again, aching gently as the dragon’s seed slipped into the warm waters of the bath.
Lying against his chest, totally spent from her exertions, Aria did not resist as Vyktor took up a cloth and began to wash her well-used sex with a gentle touch. She found herself drifting into a semi-sleep state as the dragon’s hands roamed her body, the master reclaiming his pet after her brief erotic triumph.
CHAPTER 7
Aria woke to a world with a dragon, snoring next to her in the large bed that she had occupied with him. It had been five days since she had been taken by Vyktor and he no longer kept her caged. He had left the collar upon her, somehow lightly welded around her throat. Metal responded oddly to Vyktor. He could pinch it and it would weld itself together. She theorized that he must have some kind of thermal… kinetic… she didn’t know the terms for it, but there was something in his fingertips, some way of passing energy through them that made metal bend to his will.
“I always know when you’re awake,” he said before even opening his eyes. “You start jingling around.”
“That’s because you practically have me belled like a cat.”
Vyktor opened one eye to look at her. “Why do humans bell cats?”
“To stop them from sneaking up on birds and eating them.”
“Ah,” he said. “Well, I have no fear of you sneaking up on any little birds. You’re not precisely a predator, are you, pet?”
Aria felt her nostrils flare. She hated the way he seemed to think that she was weak and delicate and incapable of doing harm. Maybe she couldn’t do much to harm him, specifically, but she was plenty dangerous of her own accord.
“You don’t know what I am,” she sulked.
“Perhaps not. We don’t know much about one another, do we, pet?”
“No,” she agreed. “I don’t even know how old you are… how oldareyou?”
“In your years? Hmm… it’s difficult to make the adjustment. But around four hundred years old, I suppose.”
“Wow, I got the relic part right,” she grinned, earning herself a slap to her bottom that she squirmed away from, using the covers of his bed to wrap her body into a safe little un-spankable cocoon.
“Time passes differently in our realm,” Vyktor said, shaking his head at her antics. “I would estimate my equivalent age to be around forty, perhaps?”
“Still a relic,” Aria laughed. “I’m in my early twenties.”
“In our realm, you would be closer to two hundred.”
“Remind me not to give anyone my age in dragon years,” she smiled. She was enjoying his company. She knew she wasn’t supposed to—especially given the way he had stripped her before his men and put her on display, but he hadn’t repeated the treatment since.
“I think it is time we returned to your training,” he said, as if catching her thought. “You are becoming far too informal, pet. I wanted you to settle a little, which I think you have done.”
Aria eyed him suspiciously from the safety of the covers.
“I’m already your prisoner. You’ve already chained me up and fucked me in front of everyone. What else is there?”
