Page 23 of The Dragon’s Captive

The simple sentence took her breath away. Truth rang in his words. This was not merely some barbaric act of claiming he was speaking of; this was a yearning she could feel answered in her own heart—not that she would ever have admitted to it, and not that she planned to give in to it. Freedom was what she desired above all. Above anything. The desire to mate, to procreate, those were baser desires she had always considered herself above. She hated the way he brought them forth in her and made her feel so totally out of control.

“Well… don’t!” She stamped her foot as he smirked darkly at her. “And don’t look at me like that. There is a disaster going on, remember?”

“There is a disaster melting down in front of me,” Vilka purred, reaching for her again. His hand curled in her hair and his mouth descended on hers with a dominant passion that drove all thought and resistance from her mind. His tongue lashed against hers, stoking those animal urges that were so unfair.

He took her to the bed and laid her down, his naked body covering hers, his powerful frame holding her prone as his mouth began to trace trails of liquid fire over her skin. The curve of her neck, the swell of her breasts, the tips of her nipples and down the middle of her belly to find the curls that were such poor guardians of her sex.

Kate let out a cry as Vilka’s lips found their lower counterparts and he began to kiss and lick and suckle at the tender folds, giving her no quarter, no hope of resistance. She was soaked with need, a physical reaction to being held down and pleasured, her hips bucking against his mouth over and over as his hands encircled her wrist and her thighs splayed with an instinctive surrender.

“What must I do to you for you to realize that neither of us truly have a choice, Kate?” He growled the question against her cunt. “From the moment I saw you, I have wanted you. I have been consumed with need for you. I have thought of little else besides sinking inside you, filling you with my essence, making you my mate. I have seen our lives together in my mind. There are places I wish to take you, things I wish to show you, a whole world lies at your feet and you insist on trying to run from it because you cannot stand to be owned.”

His tongue plunged deep inside her and Kate arced with desire. Tremors ran through her body, jolts of pleasure that would not be contained as the dragon’s tongue speared in and out of her pussy, fucking her tender little hole with hot, wet, muscular strokes.

Tears beaded at the corners of her eyes, tears of a sadness that she could not simply allow herself to fall for this man. She had created her entire identity and existence around being an independent woman of the mind. She could not believe that she was tempted in even the smallest way to simply surrender to him and become what he wanted her to be.

Her body was not so conflicted. Her body was riding his mouth, her clit a tight bud of desire so erect Vilka took advantage and pinched it, his fingers strumming up and down the little bud until she wailed and cried on the verge of ultimate release.

Before she could come, her dragon lover slid up her body and his mouth met hers. She tasted herself in his kiss as he plundered her yet again and then broke the kiss, leaving her breathless as he looked deep into her eyes and spoke words too powerful to deny.

“You do not love me, Kate? You do not need me as much as I need you? Then why does your heart leap every time you see me? Why do your palms begin to perspire, your pupils widen? Why does the very breath you take change when we are together, if I am not the master of you?”

His thick fingers found the clenching entrance of her body and slid slowly inside. Kate let out a sigh of satisfaction as she felt her desperate pussy clasp his digits and draw them deeper. Vilka was whipping her body into an erotic frenzy and she was not sure she could contain herself much longer. She wanted to come so badly, but he was keeping her on the edge, denying her clit the rubbing it needed, denying her pussy the depth and power of the strokes that would have sent her over the edge.

“I…” she gasped against his lips, unable to reach climax and yet so desperate for it.

“Why can I hold your pleasure to my will?” he continued relentlessly. “Why can you not attain the climax you are so desperate for without me, if I am not the man who commands your flesh?”

“Just fuck me already!”

“You have not earned my cock, or my seed, my rebellious human.” Vilka shook his head with a husky low chuckle. “Rutting on my hand is all you deserve, and truly, not even that.”

He drew his fingers from her pussy, and her resulting cry of complaint turned into a squeal as they returned in a stinging slap that caught her between her legs, not hard enough to truly hurt, but more than forcefully enough to get her attention.

“You have earned a thrashing,” he growled down at her. “For being a spoiled, destructive, wanton woman who thinks she is above everything, even her own needs, desires, her own truth. I should spank your pussy every day before I fuck it to remind you who owns you—and who knows what you are even though you try desperately to deny it.”

“Please! Please…” she gasped and begged, both to avoid the spanking and to gain the release only his cock could give her. “I didn’t know, I’m sorry!”

“You might not have known about Avastias, but you knew about me,” Vilka snarled, his hand swatting her pussy lips again, making her hips buck with pain. “You knew what my orders were, and you knew what I would do to you if you tried to open another portal.”

His palm caught her pussy again with another sharp swat. “I think you must want punishment,” he said. “I think you must want your pussy spanked and fucked. I think you must need my chain, my lash. There is no other explanation for it.”

Her pussy was hot and stinging, her clit standing erect and proud, slicked with her juices as her reddened lips parted for the man who had taken her.

His naked body stoked her desire, the sight of his thick proud cock standing rampant against his belly making her almost mad with need. He was spanking her sex, his fingers flicking her clit and swatting her lips and the more she writhed, the more he punished her pussy until finally neither of them could stand it another moment and Vilka slammed his cock into her tightness with one long, hard stroke that made her spread around him in an instant.

“What am I, Kate?” He growled the question as his cock pistoned in and out of her desperate pussy, fucking her so hard and so fast she could not tell one motion from another.

“You are my master!” The words were torn from her in a crashing orgasm that seemed to threaten to take her very consciousness apart. She felt an influx of pleasure so strong she could hardly contain it, her mind was blank, her body quivering and bucking, her sex greedily drinking his seed, drawing it deep into her clenching womb.

When Vilka’s seed was spilled and the last vestiges of their joint climax faded, leaving them in one another’s arms, Vilka and Kate lay together, listening to the not so distant cries of the world eater.

They were frightening, primal sounds, somehow evoking the deepest animal horrors lurking in the oldest parts of Kate’s brain. They made her heart beat faster and her breathing quicken. She buried her head in Vilka’s arms to block some of the creature’s sound.

“We cannot hide from it forever,” Vilka said, easing her up out of bed. “Let us see what he has done.”

Kate trailed after Vilka to the window, where they watched the beautiful and yet terrible creature circling around. It seemed to be looking for something. Food, perhaps. Having headed around the site of its mountain nest several times, it flew over the fortress, the sound of the wind displaced by its wings so loud Kate covered her ears.

“What is it doing?”