Page 6 of The Dragon King’s Pet

“Yeah, suck me,” the prince grunted.

Hesitantly, Mika put her lips to his cock. It was sort of soft against her mouth, not at all threatening, but not terribly interesting either. There was a masculine scent to it though, and a definite taboo to the act. She could not stop thinking about how she was in Ibiza, about to have sex with a prince. This was the sort of thing girls dreamed about.

As she let her lips press to the very head of him, she started to feel a little more excited, a little more turned on. It wasn’t about him. It was about her, and what she was doing. She was pleasuring a member of the royal family of somewhere or other. This was the story she’d tell whenever anyone asked her how she lost her virginity.

“Oh, baby, yeah, that’s so fucking hot,” he grunted.

Mika let her tongue extend, licking along the shaft of his cock. He was starting to get a little firmer, but things were far from rock hard. The prince seemed to enjoy it though, and she was beginning to think of herself as a seducer of royals, which was exciting in itself.

“Fuck, yeah, that’s hot…” he groaned, arching his hips up. “Oh, my god… that’s fucking hotttt…” he sucked the words between his teeth as she lapped at his stiffening rod. “So fucking… hot… Ow! Hell, fucking hell, that burns!”

It suddenly dawned on Mika that the sounds emerging from the prince were not ones of pleasure. She wasn’t sure how blowjobs usually went, but she was absolutely sure that the man wasn’t supposed to be pushing her away and grasping at his crotch with watery-eyed desperation.

She pulled her mouth away and let out a gasp of horror. His erection was bright red and starting to peel slightly along the shaft, as if it had been subjected to an extended dose of sun.

“God! What’s wrong with you!” She stared at him.

“What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with you!” He squealed the words, clutching at his junk with cupped hands and staring at her with watering eyes. “What did you just do to me?!”

“Nothing!” Mika blushed deep red with embarrassment. Her very first attempt at oral sex was ending in utter disaster. “I don’t know what went wrong. I’m sorry!”

“You burned my dick!”

“I can’t have… maybe you got sunburned before I got down there or something…” She rose to her feet, panicked and wanting to make a quick exit. This was the most mortifying thing that had ever happened in her life. “I’m so sorry,” she repeated. “I really don’t know what…”

He was already calling for his attendant. She could hear footsteps on the stairs, the precursors to the room being filled with obsequious servants who clustered about asking the prince what was wrong and how they could help and just to be calm, and it wouldn’t be a moment, and the medics were on their way…

Mika slipped out in the confusion, half afraid she might be arrested for accidental assault or some such thing. The last she saw, the prince was whimpering and whining, clutching at his junk and complaining about some crazy girl whose mouth was on fire.

She called a cab and got back to her hotel, where she took refuge in Traci’s suite.

Traci was half dressed, applying eyeliner when Mika kicked off her shoes and dived beneath the covers of her bed, groaning to herself.

“So, how did it go? Did you fuck him?” Traci asked the question, blithely unaware of Mika’s keen embarrassment.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Mika said, pushing back the covers. She was deeply embarrassed, scared, and confused. Blowjobs had always looked so easy when the porn actors Traci insisted on showing everyone, because she thought they were edgy and hot, did them. It was just putting your mouth on a penis. How had it gone so wrong?

“Ugh, you choked, didn’t you,” Traci sighed, disappointed. “Guys don’t like virgins, Mikkie. If you don’t have sex soon, you’ll be too old.”

“Too old for sex?”

“Nobody has sex after twenty-five,” Traci said confidently. “Women dry up then and men move on to younger women.”

Sometimes Mika wondered where Traci got her ideas about the world from. A lot of them didn’t sound quite right, but there was no arguing with Traci.

“Uh…”

“Seriously, you have to get married by twenty,” she said. “Because men divorce their wives by the time they’re thirty. It’s because they stop having sex. My dad’s never been married to anyone over thirty. You’re running out of time, Mikkie.”

“Maybe if I was going to marry your father,” Mika said. “But my parents have been married for a lot longer than that.”

“Your parents are weird, everybody knows that,” Traci said, dismissing her. “You have to be realistic. You have to have sex.”

Mika was beginning to get seriously annoyed with Traci, not to mention seriously questioning her advice. Traci had always seemed so ahead of the curve sexually, but following in Traci’s footsteps really wasn’t working out for Mika at all. She wondered if Traci really did like going out and sleeping with lots of different men, most of whom she’d never speak to again. Was that actually as fun as Traci said it was?

She sat on the bed, watching Traci get ready for another night out, wondering how she’d figured that Ibiza would be fun for a whole month. It had barely been fun for a few days. Now she felt homesick and guilty.

“Seriously,” Traci said, harping on. “The next guy you see, you should just fuck him.”