Chapter Four
Aria sat in the cell, confused on an almost biological level. What the dragon had done to her had left her body quivering, and not entirely out of fear. She could still feel where his hot, hard fingers had pushed inside her. She was frightened of what the dragons might do to her. More than that, she was afraid of what she might allow them to do. What she might even want them to do.
This was not a captivity of any kind she had been trained for. Of course, she knew sex was often used as a weapon of war… but not like the way the dragon had used it. His had been a captive seduction. He had made her crave everything he did before he did it. The shackles were more for show, something that made her submission to him plausibly deniable. In some strange, almost unfathomable way, he had done her a favor in binding her. He had allowed her to hold on to some of her pride and the idea of resistance.
“Get your head in the game,” she lectured herself roughly under her breath. “Don’t get distracted by dick.”
The crude language was something she’d picked up in basic. It served a purpose, kept things simple. Reminded her who she was and what she needed to do. She needed to hold it together and not let these lizards get under her skin. She needed to stay loyal to her people, her code. It wasn’t going to be easy, but nothing was. This was war like she had never known before, and she was going to have to adjust to it.
Footsteps made her raise her head quickly. Her heart leaped at seeing Vyktor. He was no longer naked. He had dressed himself in a long black jacket that emphasized his height and the breadth of his shoulders. It was very fitted to his form, making the lines of his chest, the narrow plane of his abdomen, and the athletic narrowing of his hips quite plain.
He was very striking in appearance. He wouldn’t have been out of place on a fashion runway at that moment. If he had been human, she would have called him hot. And, in spite of how much she hated him, he was her only possible link to freedom. She was never going to gnaw these chains off. She was going to have to get him to take them off for her. Maybe a little show of compliance wouldn’t be the worst idea… Aria gritted her teeth and cursed herself inwardly for even thinking that.
“I hope you’ve thought about your situation, pet,” he said, approaching the bars of the cage. “We are about to put your resistance to the test.” He turned and raised his voice. “Gentlemen! We are ready!”
Aria’s mouth dropped as several dragon men filed into the room. They were all wearing similar high-collared jackets. None of them wore it quite as well as Vyktor did. It was obvious that he was the commander of these men. They looked at him with the same expression Aria saw in her own unit when they were in the presence of a commanding officer.
Aria was more than familiar with the concept of dressing to intimidate. It was something of a military specialty. But this was on a whole other level. There was something about the way they looked in those jackets that made her tremble internally. She strongly suspected that none of them were wearing a thing underneath them. Dozens of catlike eyes focused on her with curiosity and desire. She did not see a female among them. Their hair hung about their ears, or further around their shoulders or even longer. Some of their jackets were open to the mid-waist, displaying hard musculatures dappled here and there with the scales she had seen on Vyktor. There did not seem to be an entirely uniform distribution; some of them had the scaling from their necks down, others seemed to have patches across their pectoral regions, others were not visible at all. What they all had in common were hyper-masculine features. Hard jawlines, prominent brows, and strong noses set over wide eyes. Aria took in as many details as possible.
The final dragon to enter the room had an almost gray hue to his skin. She noticed that nobody looked at him, and that unlike the others, when he looked at her there was no measure of curiosity or desire. He simply seemed annoyed and perhaps faintly disgusted, as if she were a spider in his bowl of cereal. He seemed older than the others. His hair was thicker and marked with two streaks of gray, one on each side of his head. He stood just inside the doors, his arms folded over his chest, one brow faintly raised in a sneer. Unlike most of the other dragons whose eyes were in the green to gold range, his were a dark grey. Aria sensed that he was in charge, though whether he outranked Vyktor or not she was not sure.
Aria was distracted from the unpleasant dragon by Vyktor stepping up into the cage with her. He grasped her by the nape of the neck and drew her up to her feet, controlling her motions with his incredible strength. Once she was standing, he once more chained her hands high, exposing the length of her body to the onlookers.
She had never been so very vulnerable before. Unable to look at all the dragon men who were drinking her in, she focused her gaze on Vyktor’s magnetic eyes. They were all handsome, but as she was once more confronted with him, his face just inches away from hers, she could not help but notice that he was the most handsome of them all.
“Be good, pet,” he murmured softly so that only she could hear him, “and you will be rewarded.”
“Die,” she growled between clenched teeth.
Vyktor chuckled and ran the tip of his forefinger over her cheek gently. “Your rebelliousness only makes this sweeter, pet.”
He turned from her then and addressed the audience. “Brothers, this is the human I took this very morning. I want you to observe her closely. Freshly captured, she is resistant, she is hostile physically and mentally. She is in a situation she cannot possibly control. Her hands and feet are shackled, her sex is exposed. And still she resists. We have encountered this before. And we have assumed that the human refusal to accept new masters must be met with violence… but I believe that is wrong. The strength of their resistance is, in fact, directly proportional to their capacity for submission. The more trouble they are, the better pets they will make. I will prove this by taking this female and making her my pet. She will learn to serve me eagerly without the need for any kind of chains or so much as a leash.”
There was a snort of disbelief from within the gathered group and a great many dubious looks. Aria agreed with the audience. She would never serve this lizard, let alone do it eagerly.
“The secret,” Vyktor continued, “is simple: you must treat them not as enemies, but as pets. They are much like us in many ways. They are capable of basic levels of communication, and they are certainly sentient. They are also creatures of instinct who respond strongly to basic cues like tone, posture, and touch.”
“Oh, my god, are you going to bore everyone to death? Is that how this ends?” Aria groaned as she grew tired of hearing Vyktor pontificate.
There was a small ripple of what could have been amusement among the dragons. It lasted only a split second before Vyktor responded with a hard slap to her bottom, forceful enough to make her cry out.
“Asshole,” she snarled.
He did not respond to her, instead he kept addressing the group.
“They are also impatient, which makes sense, given their short lives and quick metabolisms. Remember, a year to them is ten to us. Therefore one hour is akin to half a day. It is this quality which I believe will make them easier to train.”
As he spoke, he moved around her and grasped a handful of her hair. He pulled back, lifting her head and making her back arch as she was held on her knees. Her naked bottom stuck up and out, giving him ample surface against which to land his hand. Vyktor swatted her bottom, his hand leaving an immediate stinging heat that made her mouth open in an ‘O’ of surprise.
“See how sensitive they are when you remove their clothing,” he addressed the crowd. “This female’s bottom is already reacting to a single application of my palm. If I repeat the treatment, she will quickly become compliant.”
He proved his point by slapping her bottom several more times, ten swats landing on each of her cheeks. Aria gasped and writhed beneath his hand, still shocked by how his skin felt against hers. He had so many unfair physical advantages and in spite of her trained pain threshold, the sheer embarrassment of having her butt warmed before a horde of enemies made tears form in her eyes.
“In fact,” he said, pausing. “One actually needs to be somewhat careful not to over-punish. Humans are easily physically harmed, and though they speak and act as though they are invulnerable, they are actually very sensitive.”
He drew his hand back and brought it down in a hard swat that surprised Aria as it exploded across her already pink cheeks.
“Fuck!” She let out a scream and thrashed wildly under his hand, trying to pull her hair out of his grasp.
“As demonstrated,” Vyktor said. “Very sensitive to even the slightest increases in pressure—and highly motivated to avoid pain.”
She saw the smirks on the faces of her hated captors and wished she had the power to wipe them off. One good drone strike would be all it would take to blow this place to smithereens.
“Fuck you all,” she growled.
“She doesn’t seem very tame,” someone pointed out.
“It’s not instantaneous,” Vyktor replied. “But I believe this method will prove to be so powerful that even though this little human is very well aware of what I intend to do to her, she will not be able to resist it in the end.”
He wrangled her back into a kneeling position, smoothing his hand over her bottom. Aria continued to curse under her breath, hating him, and hating every one of the dragons around her. Vyktor continued to pet her, rubbing her sore bottom in slow circles until it started to hurt a little less.
“You can settle now,” he murmured in her ear. “It does not have to hurt that much.”
“It doesn’t have to hurt at all, you sadistic asshole,” she growled back at him.
“You’ve already lost sight of the greater point of this,” he reminded her. “I do this not to hurt you, but to change the minds of those who will burn your world to its core.”
“Our world is already burning at its core,” Aria growled, snapping her teeth at him.
A laugh went up from the crowd.
“She has no fangs and bites anyway,” someone said. “There is no taming these beasts. They fight to their bitter ends.”
Vyktor’s composure did not waver. He stopped rubbing and started spanking her again, not as hard as the single slap that had made her scream, but hard enough to sear her bottom, hard enough to get her attention and make argument impossible. Hard enough to turn the flesh of her cheeks to an aching mass while he had a firm grip on the back of her neck.
Instead of making his punishment more painful, he simply made it more intense. He made it so that her entire body was consumed with his will. His palm landed and every part of her responded, bolts of sensation arced through her and the heat that was suffusing her bottom soon began to sink deeper and find her sex.
Pain turned to pleasure, she knew it was possible. But she had never felt it so powerfully. Something intangible had happened, the humiliation of being naked before her enemies filled her with an erotic energy and made her pant for him with desire.
“There,” Vyktor said, putting his hand under her chin and turning her flushed face to the crowd. “See how pink her cheeks are, how her eyes sparkle with desire.” His hand ran down her body, pinching her left nipple lightly. “See how every part of her is responsive, the little buds of pleasure flowering on her, one on each breast and a third down here.”
Aria let out a moan as his palm ran over her belly and found her pussy and then his fingers pinched her clit, making her buck against her chains.
“Humans are awash with erogenous zones,” Vyktor said. “The side of the neck, for instance…” He let his teeth trail lightly over the skin where her neck met her shoulder, and then up to her ear. Aria shuddered softly, grinding her hips against his hand.
“There are so many ways to ensure their compliance,” he said as he lifted his head from her. “Killing them is not only unnecessary, it is unimaginative.”
He continued to massage her pussy until her juices slicked his hand and flowed down her inner thighs. He was working her into a frenzy, taking the natural responses of her body and using them to create a state that made her want just one thing—to be filled in that tight little space between her legs.
“Fuuucck,” she moaned softly, not wanting to make a sound and yet unable to stop herself. Her bottom still burned, but that didn’t matter somehow anymore. It didn’t even feel bad anymore. The prickling, stinging, aching heat served to make her even more aroused.
The dragon walked in front of her, depriving her of his touch for a moment. He looked her in the eyes with those golden catlike orbs of his, reached out, and slowly but surely slid a finger into her pussy.
Aria’s gasp hit a high note of desire as her captor swirled his finger slowly.
“Do you want to be fucked, little human?” He growled the question down at her. “Do you want to feel what is to be taken by a dragon?”
He stepped back and pushed his coat from his body, revealing his impressive naked form. His cock was huge, thick and hard and she could see the diamond-shaped scales at the very base of it. It was an almost frightening, certainly intimidating sight, but Aria’s pussy responded with a fresh gush of hot desire.
The dragon stepped forward again and touched the very tip of his cock to her rock-hard little clit. She let out a cry as she felt the heat of him there.
“Do you want this, pet?”
He slid the head of himself further down her slit, gathering her juices along the way until finally he found the aperture where her lips naturally spread and there he pushed the head of himself right to the very entrance of her body.
“Do you?” He growled the word softly in her ear, the hard, hot lines of his muscular body pressed against her soft curves as he held himself on the very precipice of her pussy.
Her answer was so soft only he could have heard it, and then, only just… “Yes…”
One syllable uttered in erotic madness and the dragon pushed himself inside her. She felt the great flared head of him slide deep, parting her lips and her walls. He was much larger than any man she had ever taken, and much longer. She let out a soft cry as she felt him stretching her almost impossibly wide, her pussy protesting even as it drew him deeper.
Chained as she was, Aria was helpless to do anything but take the slow conquest of her sex, panting and mewling as he plunged deeper and deeper until finally she was wrapped tightly around almost the entire length of him, buried nine inches inside her at least, and with more to go if he desired.
There was no longer any laughter in the room. When she risked a quick, shamed glance around she saw only hungry eyes locked on her. Seeing them made her pussy pulse, which Vyktor seemed to take as a cue to begin thrusting back and forth, drawing his cock out slowly before pushing it back in with a control that reminded her just how powerless she truly was in his arms.
He took her with a slow but steady rhythm, in a way that seemed to have a meaning and a purpose to it. This was not the rutting of a male seeking pleasure at all cost, this was the controlled lovemaking of a carnal master. Aria found herself gazing into his eyes, locked on him as he gave her a pleasure that came from so deep inside her it was as if every cell in her body was responding to him. She wanted to be silent before the crowd, but he was already drawing soft gasps and moans from her. She could not help them. His cock felt perfect inside her, hotter than a human male’s, and thicker too. She was wrapped around the perfect penis, and her body was responding eagerly. Her nipples were two hard pebbles against the dragon’s chest, as he held her in place and fucked her in her chains.
Soon, she wanted more. Her legs could spread and her hips could arch and both did so, her body offering itself to the dragon more fully. That seemed to be what he had been waiting for. There was a clicking as he reached up and opened her shackles, allowing her arms to fall. She could have pushed him away, but instead they wrapped around his neck as he continued to fuck her in that almost hypnotic way.
The room was almost entirely silent aside from the shackles still at her ankles clinking gently with the rolling motion of her body, her little gasps of pleasure that she could not restrain even though she tried to by biting her lip. The dragon placed his hands beneath her bottom, hitching her up. The chains on the ankle shackles were long enough for her to lift her legs and wrap them around his waist as he held her and fucked her, her weight nothing to him at all.
This was a lust beyond lust, something she could only describe as a dragon sex magic, and she was ablaze with it. There was no doubt in her body anymore. She wanted this more than she had ever wanted anything. Her creamy pussy took his thrusts eagerly, her walls gripping his dragon cock with a desperation echoed in her cries.
He was fucking her pussy, but she felt him in every part of her, her legs wrapped around his muscular back, her arms over his broad shoulders, her lips meeting his in a kiss that quickly became ferocious, tongues dueling as the human captive was fucked into submission by her new mate.
Harder and faster, their public sexual display soon became urgent, Aria forgetting the onlookers as she lost herself in the dragon’s eyes, in his taste, and in his pounding cock as he bounced her up and down on the thick member that went deeper than any ever had before.
She was going to come. That was inevitable. There was no stopping it even if she had wanted to. Her pussy was stimulated past the point of controlling its reaction, her slick juices lubricating her squirming form against his hard, hot body, her clit pressed against his pubic bone, bumped and ground with every stroke.
“Oh! Oh! Oh!” She let out a series of gasps as her cunt started to contract around him. Her cries were soon answered by the dragon, his response a roaring rumble that made every part of her flesh vibrate as he pulled her down hard on his cock and unloaded his seed deep insider her, spurt after spurt splashing the walls of her bare pussy.
His cum dripped down his shaft and balls as he held her on his cock, and she whimpered softly with the shame and the pleasure of the most intense lovemaking she had ever experienced in her life.
The dragon kissed her, demanding her mouth again as she squirmed on his cock slowly, most of his cum still trapped inside her.
“Very good, pet,” he murmured. “Very good.”