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Lythia let out a little giggle as he first pulled her close and kissed her roughly, then pushed her away from him face down onto the bed. He tossed her gown up over her back and plunged himself right between her thighs, sinking himself into her tightness with one hard thrust.

Lythia let out a squeal, but made no effort to stop him as he began to pump her pussy with angry thrusts.

“What is it… ungghhh… what happened?”

“The king’s pet,” Lazarus snorted. “That human scrap… she is princess in everything but name. She has had her first heat. She has found her wings. She is poised for control…”

“The king is old,” Lythia gasped between hard thrusts. “And Mika is young. But you, Lazarus, you are in your prime, and with me by your side, anything is possible. I have the human’s ear. She is so desperate for friendship, she believes anything.”

“Good, my flower,” Lazarus snarled, dropping fierce bite kisses on Lythia’s lips, neck, and breasts. She was covered in marks, this servant of his. If the idiot Mika had thought to look a little closer, she would have seen the remnants of much more than the most recent beating. She would have seen the marks of many rough sessions, every one of which marked an injection of semen into the maid’s tight pussy.

“You played her perfectly,” he growled, pulling her hair from her face to press a rough kiss to her cheek as he sank himself as deep as he could go. “She thought I had beaten you…”

“You had beaten me,” Lythia replied with a broad grin. “What she didn’t know was how much I liked it.”

“She is a fool, an innocent,” Lazarus agreed. “And he has begun acting much the same. He thinks her innocence is a virtue to be preserved. But you and I know better, don’t we, Lythia. Beauty is meant to be marred, innocence is meant to be lost. I will ruin that girl one way or other and Casimer will see her for what she is. Flesh to be fucked and cast aside.”

CHAPTER 15

Days and weeks passed and as Mika became more comfortable with her flight form, Casimer noticed many changes in his pet. Most surprisingly, her desire to please and willingness to obey was increasing. He had expected rebellion following her finding her wings. He had absolutely expected her to fly off over the city and attempt an escape, but none of that had occurred. When she took to the skies, she observed the boundaries he had set, and when he praised her for it, she blushed and beamed with pride. She was becoming a truly well trained pet, and he was immensely proud of her.

Mika was still timid with regards to her flight form, but being able to soar skyward was enough inspiration to have her overcome her natural reluctance to turn from a pretty young woman into a great beast with scales and claws and wings.

They were flying together one evening, chasing the moon as Mika liked to call it. She had a particular fascination with the heavenly bodies that emerged when the sun set—most specifically, in attempting to catch them. She knew it was not possible, of course, but that did not stop her streaking across the sky in pursuit of falling stars.

Larger, older, and faster, Casimer kept a watchful eye on her as she tested the limits of her wings, learning how to turn and how to dive, how to roll in the sky. She had seen some of the palace guards running their aerial drills and was attempting to emulate them.

Casimer circled above her, his great white wings extended as she performed her tricks and gained confidence in her new form. All was well, but suddenly, in the very blink of an eye, Mika’s flight form disappeared. In place of the dragon with the turquoise wings was a young woman falling out of the sky, screaming at the top of her lungs.

His heart pounding, Casimer dove after her. Her small human form pointed her like a bullet toward the land below, whereas his larger frame had much more air resistance and reaching top speeds took longer. He folded his wings back and let himself free fall after the woman he loved most as second after second took her closer to total disaster.

Just as he came within a few yards of her, her naked body flipped in the air and her flight form flowed again, her wings catching a gust and lifting her high into the skies. She gave a cocky little flick of her wing and sent her body into a roll that made Casimer utterly certain her fall had not been a mistake.

Casimer let out a roar of anger. He had seen the prank before, of course. Practically every dragon pulled it at some point or other, but it had not crossed his mind even once that Mika might have the will, the nerve, or the control to pull it off.

He followed her back to the landing, growling and breathing short bursts of punitive fire after her mischievous rear. As soon as she landed outside their chambers, she transformed to her naked human form and fell about laughing.

“You brat,” he growled down at her as she grinned at him. “I thought you were in trouble.”

“Well, I am in trouble,” she laughed. “I’m in trouble now, right?”

“Yes, you are,” Casimer growled, capturing her mouth in a rough kiss. “You are in so much trouble.”

He picked her up and carried her inside, where he sat on the bed and pulled her naked body over his equally naked thighs. She was going to pay for the fright she had given him. She was going to pay for it with the hot flesh of her body and more besides.

Mika squealed as he spanked her bottom hard enough to make it bloom red, the punishment real enough. She had given him one of the most significant frights in recent years. In a split second he had been forced to watch her possible loss.

“Owww! Casimer! It was just a joke!” She gasped and whimpered, trying to squirm away from his hard, punishing slaps.

“You could have been killed!”

“You were right there! I knew you’d catch me!”

Casimer looked down at the red-bottomed squirming young woman. Her faith in him was so great that she trusted him to save her no matter what.

“You must not put yourself in danger merely to test me, pet,” he lectured, his fingers slipping between her thighs to toy with the wet hot core of her. He could never resist touching her there, where she seemed to always be receptive, her soft lips ever ready to flower into arousal.

“I wasn’t testing you, I was testing me,” she said with a moan. “I wanted to see if I could be one and then the other and then the other again.”