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“Um…”

“It’s true, isn’t it,” he says. “You do whatever is most likely to earn you a sore ass and a pussy full of cum.”

I blush, because it’s true, but I don’t know why and the observation makes me feel a little guilty.

“You don’t need to act out this much, brat,” he says, rubbing my pussy through my underwear. “You can ask for breedings whenever you desire.”

“I’m conflicted,” I mumble.

“I don’t believe you are,” he says. “I think you know exactly what you want, and how you want it.”

I blush more, knowing I’ve acted erratic as hell, wanting to submit and wanting to rebel. Wanting to stay, and wanting to escape. He’s right; it really all does come back to his cock.

“You are so wet,” he murmurs, running his scaled fingers along the slit of my sex. I grind back against him, yearning, teased, wanting. Ornix has always inflamed my desire, but right now I need him inside me.

He does not keep me waiting.

He surges inside me over and over, his powerful hips rolling that unspeakably thick cock inside me. I arch my back and submit to him in a way that feels like languid luxury. I am not being fucked. I am being brought into existence in new ways.

Energy bursts through me. Not orgasm. Something even more powerful.

My wings unfurl unexpectedly, brighter and shinier and golden tipped. I feel myself rising from the bed, up through him.

“Don’t…”

He presses me back down on the bed. Hard. He pins me in place and he growls against my neck, making my entire body resonate with his dominance.

“You cannot sustain that much weight,” he says. “Stop following your instincts in this regard. Your wings are lying to you.”

I giggle, because being pinned down is fun. I feel his strength, the easy dominance that he simply embodies. There is no performance in Ornix. He is ancient. He is powerful, and I am his.

I squirm on his cock, my hips performing an instinctual dance spurred on by his protective pinning of me.

“You absolute little minx,” he growls. “Stay still.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re going to have us both off the bed and break those wings,” he says. “I am going to tie you to this bed. Stay there.”

He gets up, pulling his cock from me in the process, leaving me bereft. I whimper, lying where he left me until he returns to tie me down.

The dragon bonds wrap around my wrists, my forearms, my waist. He does not just tie me to the bed. He ties me to myself, makes the cording perform pretty winding patterns around my waist and breasts. He trusses me like a valuable bird and he loops the whole thing to the bed so that there is no upward motion available at all. My wings hang from the sides, entirely useless for the moment.

“Oh, I should have done this before,” Ornix says, his great golden eyes flashing at me with immense sexual satisfaction. “Look how sweet and vulnerable and controllable you are.”

He mounts me again, his massive, muscular body rippling under scales, and he starts to fuck my bound body with long, athletic strokes that make me feel as though my entire body is being consumed, one electric ripple after another.

I can’t move. I can barely twitch. But every part of my interior is absolutely writhing. I am going to come, because I have to, because the energy can’t go anywhere else.

My pussy grips his cock, my inner walls contracting as I wail. I am starting to get very tender as every part of my body seems to develop an intense sensitivity all at once.

He floods me with his seed, making my inner walls tingle, making my clit throb as orgasm rushes through me and he prolongs it by rubbing his cum into my clit with the head of hiscock, keeping me feeling those jolting rushes of pleasure over and over again until I can’t seem to feel anything else at all.

“Good,” he purrs down at me. “Such a good girl. Such a sweet little human cunt, dripping my seed again. You are beautiful, my mate. Tied like this, trapped with my cum sliding out of you…” He reaches out and cups my well-fucked pussy with his palm, letting me feel the heat of his hand. “You are a delight to dominate.”

My hips flex as much as they can, because I am still seeking stimulation, no matter what. I need to feel him. I need to feel owned and mated. I need to be bred. I need everything he is doing to me and maybe even more.

“I think you like being tied down,” he says, rubbing my pussy with the flat of his large palm, capturing my lips and my clit in the slow, rotational motion. “I think you like being held, and bred, too. I think you love knowing that right now you are full of potent seed that will one day make you swell for me.”