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CHAPTER 10

Aside from her understandable resistance to his training, and despite needing a few corrections here and there, Mika settled into castle life rather quickly. Casimer was quite impressed with her ability to adapt. Perhaps it was her youth that made her accept the change so easily. Or perhaps it was the fact that she was finally realizing what she truly was and coming to feel more at home among the dragons than she had in her human home. She had not said as much, but he saw it in her eyes as she explored the castle and gardens, both of which she had initially regarded as boring, but now seemed to love.

Over the following weeks, he was able to relax some of the more strenuous restraints on her behavior. She was never going to be entirely compliant, but she did manage to at least treat him at times with the respect due a monarch.

“Come here, pet,” he said one afternoon, crooking his finger in her direction. She rose from the bed with a pout on her lips. She did not like it when he had her wear her tail. She did not realize how adorable she looked with it in, the curve of her bottom admirably ornamented by the soft rise of fluff.

“Go to your knees, face away from me, and lift your bottom,” he ordered.

She did as she was told, sinking into position without a word of complaint. He was impressed. A few weeks earlier he would have been deluged with arguments and he would have forced compliance rather than her offering obedience.

Casimer paused for a moment, enjoying the sight of her bottom raised between his spread legs. His cock stirred as it always did when he looked at this beautiful pet of his. He could see her tender slit peeking below the soft tail, soft red curls a pretty juxtaposition to the white puff.

He put his hand to the tail and heard her moan softly. Yes, there was a gleaming wetness along the seam of her lips. She was almost perpetually aroused, this pet of his. As he took the tail and began to manipulate it gently, moving the plug around inside her tight little ass, she arched her rear further up, presenting herself for mating.

He was tempted to push the fur of the tail up and sink his cock deep into that tight chalice of willing flesh presented to him. The urge was powerful and entirely natural, but he held it in check as he pleasured her first, slowly fucking her bottom with the tail plug until she began to gasp and moan.

Sliding his fingers down between her legs, he stroked and petted her clit, watching her pussy lips flower as blood rushed to them. They spread like petals, revealing the tight little dark hole of her sex. The spot where the rampant head of his cock needed to be. Casimer let out a restrained growl of desire. It would be so easy to take her, to spread her flesh, to dive deep inside her and stretch her walls and use her tight sex for his pleasure—but he would not. It was not right to do so, and he still feared harming her. His cock was much larger than a mere man’s and she was but a young woman; mature, yes, but only just.

“Please,” she whimpered as he rubbed the little bud that made her pussy clench. He could see the motions of her inner walls mirrored on the outside in little twitches of her flesh. “Please… Casimer…”

Casimer pinched her clit lightly, lifted his fingers from her clit and slid two of them into her pussy, going deep with one stroke. He heard her little moan of relief as she was filled. Perhaps he underestimated this human. Perhaps she could take his cock… but then again, perhaps not. He could feel how tight she was around two of his fingers, and his cock was easily the thickness of five.

He fingered her pussy with firm strokes, keeping the tail moving in and out of her bottom as well. She was being taken in both holes, and far from complaining, she was emitting moans of pleasure and moving her hips in an alluring way that seemed to demand more… more… ever more of this stimulation. Her sexual appetite was ravenous, there was no doubt about that.

She soon came, quivering and moaning, her beautiful body performing the contortions of female pleasure. Casimer’s cock was rock hard inside his pants, straining painfully. The temptation to simply ravage her was always present and it took a serious act of will to simply let her ride his hand until her blushing body lost the tension of excitement and lapsed into a more relaxed state.

“There,” he said, sliding the tail from her beautiful bottom. “You have behaved perfectly for the last three days. If you continue to behave so well, I will not have cause to put this back inside you.”

“Thank you, my liege,” she said with what could have been a sarcastic little curtsey. Whether it was or wasn’t, it earned her a sharp slap to her pleasingly round bottom.

“Hey, I’m trying! It’s not my fault you insist on being addressed like someone at a Renaissance Fair,” she said, clapping her hands over her bottom.

“I know you’re trying,” Casimer said. “That is why you are currently without a tail and gag. That is why you will wear clothes today and why I will allow you some time on your own. I am giving you limited reign of this castle, pet. Do not make me regret it.”

“Oh, I won’t!”

“Then tonight, my pet, you will dine with me,” he said, stroking her hair. “You have earned a reward, and that reward will be sitting at my table.”

“At the table… as in… in a chair?”

He chuckled at her caution.

“Yes, my pet,” he said. “You will have your very own chair.”

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Pushing meat around her plate two hours later, Mika was bored. She had attended many fine dinners in her lifetime, and this was just another one of them—except with hardly anyone to talk to. Casimer had brought her in without much in the way of introduction, and nobody was paying her any attention at all. She was sandwiched between Casimer on her left and some dark-haired, dark-eyed dragon on her right, a man who was often around but never spoke to her.

She was preoccupied with something greater than meals and conversation.

It had been three weeks. Three. Entire. Weeks. And they still hadn’t had sex. Mika could hear Traci’s voice in her head, telling her that she should have been fucking him from the beginning. But it wasn’t up to her. She was often wet and willing. It was the king himself who was refusing to take her virginity.

The frustration was tempered by the frequent orgasms they shared. Casimer’s desire for her was evident every time his thick dragon erection reared from his body, straining to enter hers. And yet Casimer restrained himself to using only her mouth, never anything below the waist.

“May I ask you a question, my liege?” She asked the question politely during dinner.

“Yes, pet, you may,” he said, looking pleased at her language.