Page 42 of The Dragon King’s Pet

“Well, now you know you can…” he said, toying with her sex. “You never need to again.”

“I promise I won’t,” she said softly. “I didn’t mean to scare you. I just thought it would be, you know, sort of funny…”

“Every new generation finding their wings thinks it is funny,” Casimer admitted. “And everyone who has had their wings more than a century or so knows somebody who thought it was funny but met their end being scraped off the ground.”

“I’m sorry,” she repeated, sounding genuinely apologetic.

“Mhm… well. I suppose I should not punish you for my own fright,” Casimer growled, pulling his fingers from her sex and slapping her bottom lightly once more. He utterly adored this woman who even now was pushing the limits by squirming up from his thighs to sit in his lap instead. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close, glad to simply feel the weight of her against his chest.

Finally, after all the turmoil of her early days of captivity, she was starting to settle. Finally there was time to enjoy the simple pleasures of her company.

Finally…

“I’ve been good, haven’t I,” she said, squirming. “I mean, aside from just before…”

“You have been,” he acknowledged, kissing her.

“I’ve found my flight form,” she said. “I can fly just the same as you can…” Her lips began to meet his neck as she pressed little nipping kisses to his flesh. “I’m becoming a real dragon woman, aren’t I?”

Casimer’s lips began to curl and his cock started to stir. Her sexual drive continued to take him by surprise, being so much more powerful and frequent than that of natural dragon women. Perhaps it was because she was still yet to take his cock inside her tight chalice. Or maybe it was simply because her greed for orgasms could not be satisfied by a good tongue lashing and a tail plug fucking.

“I want your cock,” she hissed in his ear, her words carnal and sexually simple. “I need you…”

There was a new resonance to her words, and something else… something he noticed as she pressed herself against him eagerly. Suddenly the air was ripe with more than the scent of womanly desire. The scent of a female dragon’s heat, rising from his pet’s loins. He froze for a moment, hardly able to believe what was happening. Had finding her flight form also triggered her first true heat? Was that even possible?

Mika’s lips met his, hungry with desire. “Fuck me, Casimer,” she demanded in a husky voice. “Fuck me long and hard. Make me your princess…make me your slave… make me your pet… your whore… make me whatever you need me to be.”

Her eyes were glazed with lust, her body grinding in a repetitive motion that made her hips rock against his cock over and over again. She lifted her bottom up, spread her thighs, and almost managed to impale herself on his thick rod before he could react.

“Easy, pet.” Casimer re-settled her on his lap, reached for her hands and pulled them behind her back, holding her in place. She arched her chest forward, her breasts thrusting high as he took a silk skein and wrapped it around her wrists, binding them firmly.

“Now listen to me, Mika,” he said sternly. “I know you’re aroused. I know you’re more aroused than you’ve ever been in your life. But we are not doing this now, my pet. You are in the grip of a hormone surge. It will pass, and you will come to your senses again.”

“I don’t want to come to my senses,” she moaned, her lips against his as she leaned toward him, desperate for his touch. “I’ve been waiting for weeks for you to come to me. Don’t you want me, Casimer? Are you bored of me?”

He looked at her squirming nubile body and shook his head. Of course he was not bored of her. He never would be. But the scent she was emitting was making it hard for his own mind to stay clear. A woman in heat was almost irresistible, and Casimer’s self-discipline over the months of keeping her virginal was fast eroding.

He lifted her squirming form up and took her to a footstool. There he placed her down, bending her over it so that her bottom was raised. He used another silk tie to secure her over the stool, her legs parting to reveal her soaked slit. His cock was rampant inside his robes. It took every bit of self-control he had to stop himself from simply pushing himself inside her.

“Please… Casimer…” She was moaning and grinding now, her bare bottom presented beautifully. Casimer went for her tail and slid the plug into her bottom. It seemed to act as a sexual pacifier at times, filling one of her tight little holes. On this occasion, it did nothing but whip her into a greater frenzy. The tail slipped into her bottom without resistance, the white fluff framing her pouting slit.

He wanted her more than anything. Every part of him was telling him to go to his knees and fuck her. Her heat was becoming his heat. He had to regain some self-control.

“Stay, pet,” he commanded.

He left the room for a moment to clear his head. He could not think with his nostrils full of her delicious scent.

“What has you walking these halls so late, sire?”

Lazarus appeared from one of the smaller rooms. His presence so late at night was odd, but Casimer was barely in the mind to care about Lazarus’ movements.

“Mika just came into heat,” Casimer said. “Spontaneously, without warning. One moment she was my sweet pet… the next I had a full-blooded dragon woman on my hands…”

“Congratulations, sire! This is excellent news!” Lazarus’ smile spread wide, but did not quite touch his eyes.

“Not congratulations. This is a disaster,” Casimer growled. “She only took her flight form a few weeks ago… I thought I would have years to prepare her for this.”

“She will need to be mated, sire.”