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I can’t muster a coherent reply. All I can do is take this stimulation, feel my pussy internally pulsing with the aftershocks of orgasm still being prompted by his palm. He slides it down, away from my clit, then his hand returns with a light slap that lands above the sensitive bud.
“Ow. Hey! What the fuck…”
“Shhh,” he hushes me. “A little pussy spanking is well within the realm of what you deserve, you impudent, impulsive little human.”
Another slap lands, sharp and tingling, and making my clit go mad with sensation. It hurts, but it also feels incredibly good, like I was made to be punished this way, like the sensitive clitbetween my lips was always going to be exposed and disciplined and rubbed by this massive dragon.
“I’ve been good! I went to school. I attended class!”
“You have learned no control over your wings whatsoever,” he says, smacking my pussy again. “And I am starting to think I know why.”
“Why?” I whine the question as his fingers gently swirl around my clit, then return to slap my sex.
“You’ve never had to control yourself at all,” he says. “You don’t have any practice doing it, and you are not good at it in the slightest. You need to learn self-discipline. Instructor Wraith is trying to teach you that, and you can’t obey because you have no control over yourself.”
I am starting to have a real hard time listening to him. Another orgasm is on its way, this one slowly punished out of me by these slaps and rubs and teasing touches that come in devastatingly light moments.
He is playing my body like an instrument, and like an instrument, I can’t move. I am bound like an inanimate object, so I have to take what he gives. A gentle brushing touch to my clit… lovely. A harsh slap to my pussy, the pain arcs through me.
“Don’t come,” he says, rolling my cum-soaked wet clit gently between his fingers in a motion that makes me almost come immediately. I try not to, but less than a minute later, I am shaking and trembling with the force of the orgasm I was not supposed to have.
“Naughty,” he chides me. “Now I am going to have to start over…”
And that is exactly what he does. He starts toying with my pussy all over again, this time sliding a finger into my wet pussy then using that cum-soaked natural lube to pinch and toy with my clit.
This time, I barely last a minute before I come. His touch is too good, and I am too sensitive. Every time he brushes over my clit, I react.
Ornix
She is the most adorable creature I have ever laid eyes on. Flushed, squirming, bound, orgasming over and over in direct defiance of the order I gave her that she cannot help but disobey.
Finally, after she has come at least nine times, I take mercy on her. She is a wet mess, her pussy red and swollen, mated, fucked, bred.
“You are perfect,” I say, leaning over her and kissing her mouth and then her forehead.
Untying her takes quite some time, during which she spaces out, lying half-asleep in a kind of submissive daze. I have never pushed her this far before, and now I realize that was a mistake. I thought my mate was not submissive. Now I know she simply needs firmer handling to get there.
I pull the blankets over her, tuck her in securely, and let her sleep. She is absolutely exhausted, and for the first time, I have the sense that she might even be under control.
If only the rest of the realm were so simple. If only I could bind all the rebel factions and force them to submit while stimulating them past the point of their ability to…
Hm.
Obviously I cannot fuck the entire world, and would not want to. But it does beg the question. Is it not time to prepare some kind of offensive? It is time to get control of this situation.
CHAPTER 15
Ornix
All has been quiet for several days. My mate has aligned herself with me, and I have contained Equinox in the dungeon where a rotating guard keeps watch on him around the clock. I do not know if I will ever be able to trust my nephew, but I know I cannot trust him now, at this delicate point where I am trying to start a family, a new line replete with the very particular human blood my mate holds.
The mystery of her wings continues to interest me, but it does not entirely matter either. She has gained a little more control of them, but she has little interest in using them.
I must maintain vigilance. No word has come from Bjorn as to his missing seal, but he is an elusive creature at the best of times. Our realm has many powerful leaders, but not all of them maintain fortresses, armies, and families. Some roam as suits them best. I have begun to wonder if he simply lost the seal at some point, or if some light-fingered nymph or kobold took it from him without it coming to his attention.
Naxos, one of my generals, makes a sudden appearance. “Ornix, there are hundreds of humans on the plains surrounding the keep.”
“What?”
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