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  Suddenly she felt herself being swept up off the bed, blankets and all. He carried her downstairs and she knew she was going back into her cage. She didn’t know why. She pleaded with him not to put her away again, promised she wouldn’t come without permission. She begged and whimpered and whined, but she felt herself being slid back into confinement, her pussy spanked and swollen. All she had in the way of reward was the much softer blanket.

  The door closed heavily and she heard his footsteps receding.

  She pulled the blindfold off, but he was gone.

  * * *

  He had been so close to fucking her. His cock had been less than an inch from plunging right into her tight little cunt. Vitomir had been lecturing her on control, but he had almost lost his own control. He had almost fucked her, shot his seed inside her, taught her nothing except that she was good for fucking and that he could not resist her.

  “Must take precautions,” he murmured to himself, seeking out a row of red colored glass bottles, each of them stoppered and standing inside a cabinet. He had prepared them that morning, not expecting he would need them so soon.

  He drank down one of the decoctions and took a deep breath, looking at himself in the mirror. He had a wild lusty look in his eyes still, but he was less concerned now.

  After taking some time to collect himself, he returned to Lilly. She was curled up in the very back of her cage, the blankets pulled over her, a furious scowl on her face. She looked madder now than she had at any other stage of her confinement.

  He swung the door open and beckoned for her to emerge. She didn’t.

  “Come on out, pet.”

  She stayed silent, glowering at him.

  “If I have to drag you out, there will be punishment.”

  “Everything to do with you is punishment,” she hissed. “It won’t make any difference.”

  She truly was riled, he noted. No trace of discipline or submission was left. He wasn’t entirely surprised. They had only spent a few hours together and this was her very first day as his captive pet. Misbehavior was to be expected. Expected, but not tolerated.

  He crouched down, reached into the cage, and took hold of her ankle, drawing her out quite easily. She tried to grasp at the bars on her way past, but her fingers quickly uncurled when he slapped her bare bottom sharply.

  “That is enough of this tantrum,” he lectured as he pulled her out onto the rug that lay in front of the cage.

  “Fuck you,” she growled. “Don’t touch me.”

  “You don’t decide when I touch you, pet. Just like you don’t decide when you eat or sleep or come.”

  He pushed his hand between her thighs and squeezed her pussy. She growled and let out a little snarl in response, but he noticed that she didn’t try to push him away and she didn’t resist him. He had to restrain a smile as he realized she had been upset not so much at being caged, but at being separated from him and his touch.

  “I put you away before you were done, because I was done,” he said, nipping at her neck. “You’re my pet. You’re learning to be my fuck toy. Toys don’t decide when their owner is done playing with them. They wait until he comes back and plays again.”

  Lilly had never wanted to slap anyone as much as she wanted to slap this handsome, still naked dragon man. His arrogance was incredible. He truly believed that she was nothing more than a toy, and he was treating her as such. Well, he could go fuck himself… except he wouldn’t. He was going to fuck her and she wanted him to. As much as she hated him, she was aroused by him, and with his hand between her thighs, rubbing her wet pussy, his touch was crude, but effective.

  She tried to resist, not wanting to let herself fall back into one of those erotic hazes where she was so compliant, willing to let him fuck her mouth. Willing to swallow his cum as if it were a gift. But already her body was betraying her, wanting him, willing to let him take her however he wanted. That scared her more than anything else that had happened since she had arrived in this realm. Somehow this dragon was able to totally subvert her will. In his arms, she became the submissive little fuck toy he called her, and she could not risk that.

  “Asshole,” she growled at him, biting his neck as hard as she could.

  He drew back swiftly. She expected to see rage on his face, but instead there was nothing but a cold smirk. Her teeth had not even marked his skin, but he had gotten the intention behind her aggression, that much was obvious as he flipped her face down on the rug and started spanking her, his palm catching both her cheeks on several swats. It was hard enough to make her butt burn, not so hard that she shrieked in pain, not nearly as hard as she had expected him to retaliate.

  “If you bite, you’ll be gagged,” he said as he spanked her. “And you won’t like it, pet, I promise you that. The only weapon you have left is your sharp little tongue. A gag would totally disarm you, wouldn’t it.”

  “Fuck you!” She growled the curse into the carpet.

  “Exactly,” he drawled. “You’re going to fuck me. Look how wet your pussy already is… or is it still wet from earlier, pet. Is this temper tantrum nothing more than a cry for rough attention from a horny little pet?”

  * * *

  Vitomir didn’t expect her to admit to any of it, but it was obvious how she felt. Her body betrayed her at every turn. Instead of trying to squirm away from his slaps, her bottom was rising toward his hand, her legs spread wide enough to reveal her pouting slit.

  “I know it wasn’t nice to be put away wet,” he said, his voice tinged with something that might have been sympathy. “But that’s no excuse for aggression, pet. I will punish you thoroughly if you show any sign at all of that.”

  A little growl met his words and he shook his head. He had a lot of training to undo in this one, that was certain. She’d bit him. Again. And even though the bite had done no more damage to his neck than it had to his boot, she had obviously been conditioned to believe that her physical force could somehow affect a male.

  Vitomir did not quite understand why. She was a fairly small female, even by human standards. She had no chance against even a human male. Her chances against a dragon were nonexistent. Had Lazarus truly been so desperate? So delusional?

  He pinned her in front of him, distracted from her squirming wet pussy for the moment by the sheer ridiculousness of the entire proposition. She had been sent to the dragon realm all alone and with only a sword to carry out her mission. And yet the human realm was filled with much more lethal weapons that could be deployed easily by females to great effect.

  “Why didn’t he give you a gun?”

  She sniffled against the rug, her hips grinding even as she answered his question with a confused question. “A gun?”

  “Humans use firearms, so we have been led to believe. They fire projectiles…”

  “I know what a gun is.”

  “So why did Lazarus give you a sword, and not a gun?”

  “I don’t know. He said Casimer could only be killed with a sword.”

  Vitomir frowned to himself. A sword, even a dragonsbane sword, would have to be wielded with utter precision to wound Casimer, let alone kill him. And even if she were capable of such a feat… to send her into the middle of a public event… it was not a recipe for a successful assassination. He was starting to wonder precisely what was going on. Lilly believed in her mission, that much was clear. So either Lazarus had succumbed to some kind of dementia in the human realm and sent his daughter in believing that she was strong enough to best the dragon king, or something else was at play.

  She was still writhing naked in front of him, her arousal quite evident and her bottom blushing a pretty red hue. Apparently this was the state she needed to be in to answer questions. Interesting.

  He let his fingers drift between her thighs, found the dewy lips of her sex and toyed with them slowly as she moaned beneath him. He had the sense that she had been waiting for this moment for a very long time. Far longer than he had known her. And now she was primed. The tast
e of his cum was on her lips, she had already come once and her greedy pussy was eager to come again.

  “What do you want, pet…”

  She let out a moan and arched her hips.

  “I want you to say the words,” he said, his voice gentle as his fingers teased the bud of her clit. “You will receive nothing until you ask me for what you want.”

  “Fuck me…”

  He barely heard the words at first. They were practically whispered toward the floor. He straddled her from behind and leaned down over her, one hand wrapped around her throat and collar, the other pushing back the dark curling hair in her face.

  “Again,” he murmured. “And nicely…”

  “Please…” she whimpered. “I need…”

  “What do you need?” he prompted as words failed her again.

  The thick length of his rampant cock was nestled between the hot cheeks of her rear, sliding back and forth in a slow grind. He could be patient. He could do this a hundred times over a hundred days. His little pet though… could she wait another minute?

  * * *

  Lilly was asking herself the same question, albeit in reverse. Could she do this? Could she actually ask this dragon she barely knew, one who held her prisoner, called her a pet and a fuck toy… one who owned her… could she bring herself to beg for him to take her?

  She was so incredibly aroused, it was no simple mood or feeling, it was like an erotic possession. She needed this. She needed this more than she had ever needed anything in her life. More than air. His massive, powerful body, his thick cock gently fucking the cleft of her bottom…

  “Please… sir… take me.”

  The words made her blush more furiously than ever as she said them, excitement zipping through her flesh as she understood the full impact of what she had just said.

  “Sir. I like that,” he said, his hand still clasped at her throat, holding her along with the collar. She felt his hips draw back and then the thick tip of him was sliding along her inner lips. He was hot and very, very hard. She had never felt anything like this and as he started to surge forward, she felt her pussy spread as it had never spread before.

  “Good girl,” he murmured a moment before his cock speared into her tender wet body, her pussy gripping him as he shredded the last remnants of her innocence.

  She screamed with pleasure as she was finally, swiftly, roughly taken. He pushed all the way in, her tight inner walls protesting as they were forced to spread wide around his incredible girth.

  Holding her down on the rug, his hand on the back of her collared neck, he fucked her hard. This was no sweet soft deflowering as she had imagined she would receive at the hands of some fumbling boy. This was a dragon fucking her with great surging strokes that threatened to overwhelm her.

  She cried out with pleasure and pain, her pussy barely able to contain him and she cried out with fear.

  “Shhhhh,” he murmured, stilling his hips immediately.

  “It… it’s too…”

  “Settle, pet,” he said softly.

  She whimpered and fell quiet, her pussy still stretched right around his cock. She was very tender and her heart was pounding. He had been quite cruel with his initial thrusts and now she felt herself trembling beneath him.

  “Does it hurt?”

  She was about to say that of course it hurt, but now that he was still inside her, she realized that it was not physical pain she was feeling. Her pussy was wet and eager and though she was tight it still didn’t hurt so much as… as…

  “It’s a lot,” she whimpered.

  “You’re frightened,” he said. “It’s one thing to want to be fucked. It’s something else to find yourself being ravaged by a dragon.”

  “Yes,” she whimpered.

  “You like to play the tough girl,” he growled softly. “But you’re a scared little thing, innocent to what it means to be fucked. You begged for something you didn’t understand and now I’m inside you, you wonder if you’ll survive this.”

  His hips were moving again, very slowly and sensually, rocking his cock back and forth inside her. The movement felt good, settled her, made her focus on the pleasure he was bringing rather than the fact that she was pinned by an incredibly powerful dragon.

  “…yes…” she gasped.

  His hands ran over her body, caressing her with soft motions as the thrusting started to intensify again.

  “Give in to the fear,” he growled in her ear, one hard thrust making her squeal as her cunt was forced wide open. “You should be scared, a human girl with her pussy at my mercy.”

  Three more powerful thrusts made her cry out and then he was fucking her again, his cock pounding in and out of her pussy. But now something was different. Some deep part of her mind had understood him. The fear did not need to be avoided. The fear heightened everything, made her toes curl and her clit tingle.

  Pleasure chased fear, sensation reveled in it, and soon it melted away. His rough pounding thrusts, his hand locked at the back of her neck, keeping her in place for this rough deflowering, she was at the mercy of all of them, a mere vessel for his desire.

  Her pussy was doing exactly as he commanded it to, it was taking his cock as hard as he liked, and as selfish as that might have seemed, it made her feel incredible. She had never been so aroused. Her clit was a hard nub of burning desire, her juices were coating his cock so amply that she could hear the wet sounds of her pussy being fucked with every single stroke.

  “Oh, god… Oh, god… Oh… god!”

  She came, her pussy quivering around his cock, her hips arched, her clit tingling as it was rubbed against the rug with every stroke that pushed her back down to the ground. He kept fucking her as she came, pushing one arm underneath her body and pulling her up from the ground back against him so he was kneeling and her legs were spread outside his, her tender pussy impaled on his cock as he lifted her up and down, using her like the toy he had called her, his fingers slapping at her pussy, catching her clit, punishing and pleasuring her at the same time.

  She came again. And again. Her body didn’t feel like her body anymore. It felt as though she was one swirling being of sensation, simultaneously consumed and sustained by the feelings rushing through her in powerful torrents. Everything was a thrusting, writhing, gasping sensation and she no longer knew where she ended and he began. He had fucked her right out of a coherent sense of self. All she really knew was that touching him felt transcendent. The place where they were joined, his cock deep inside her pussy was the nexus of everything. The world had a new center to revolve around, and it was him.

  When it was over, she was barely coherent. She felt him lift her up into his arms and carry her back upstairs. There another, much larger bath stood, somehow already filled and ready. Vitomir stepped into it and pulled her with him beneath the warm water and held her against him, allowing her to recover slowly and gently.

  She looked up into his eyes and wondered what was to come. If that was what he did to a virgin, what would he do to a woman he considered deflowered? A little thrilling shiver ran through her body at the thought.

  “That was…”

  He kissed her and smiled down at her. “I know.”

  “That would be illegal where I come from.”

  “Sex is illegal?”

  “Anything that makes anyone feel that good usually is.”

  Vitomir chuckled and snuggled her closer against his chest, her head resting on his shoulder.

  “I think I still hate you,” she said in a small voice.

  “Ah, well. Love isn’t everything,” he replied, his voice rumbling through his chest.

  She looked up at him with surprise. “You don’t care if I hate you?”

  “You’re my captive,” he said. “I can control everything in your life. I cannot control your feelings. Nor would I particularly want to.”

  “No? I thought you wanted a mindless fuck toy.”

  “I want a minded fuck toy,” he grinned. “I want a smart
, deviant little pet. There’s no pleasure in conquering something that has the capacities of a rock. But you, my hissing spitting little thing, you came into this world in a torrent of hate, and look at you now, lying in my arms as calm as a lamb. That is an achievement.”

  “And now you’ve conquered me, you’ll grow bored,” she sighed. “Men always grow bored of women.”

  “They do?”

  “Yes. That’s why they don’t stay.”

  * * *

  Vitomir wondered at the decadence of the human realm that she should think such a thing about men and women. Of course, she had revealed that her mother had been a prostitute, and her father was Lazarus. Hardly the model for dedicated romance, he was sure. She had clearly not had an easy or pleasant life. It could also not be said that their own meeting was of the kind that lent itself to grand romance.

  He was silent for a long moment, not entirely sure what to say. He was supposed to be punishing her; perhaps reassuring her was not the best idea. But then again, she was also his pet. He had no intention of leaving her, or sending her away. She was already his most prized possession.

  It was going to be a very difficult line to walk between those two positions, but Vitomir did not want her worrying about her place with him. It would distract from the discipline and the training if she was forever anticipating abandonment.

  “I will not tire of you, pet,” he said. “I will not cast you out or send you away.”

  “You’ve already had sex with me. You’ll get bored of me,” she said, as if she knew beyond a doubt. “You don’t have to pretend to care about me.”

  “You’re right,” he replied. “I don’t have to pretend about anything. So you can believe me when I tell you that you are not going anywhere.”

  She didn’t believe him.

  Chapter Eight