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He slides a hand between our bodies and runs his palm down my belly until his fingers curl around my mound.

“I want you to remember,” he says. “These young human men are nothing. They are scraps on the wind, ephemeral creatures who will never muster the meaning of you.”

I don’t know entirely what he is trying to say with that, but it doesn’t matter because I know what he is really trying to do—reclaim me from humanity. His fingers slide along the length of my slit, rubbing me through my smooth, satiny bodysuit back and forth until they are soaked with my desire.

It feels so incredibly good to be touched by him, to have my arousal sparked by his rough need to possess me. He slides my bodysuit to the side as his mouth covers mine, and I feel the heat of his smooth digits running over my lower lips. It is so strange to feel touched by a human again. It feels lesser than his true form, but that’s the point. It doesn’t matter if Ornix is a fifty-foot dragon, or a six-foot-four man, he owns me. Every part of me.

“You know it, don’t you. You feel it. You belong to me, don’t you.”

I moan against his mouth as my hips arch toward his fingers. The feeling of being fingered slowly, my folds explored, my body returned to a state of desire that makes me feel chemically transformed is more intoxicating than any cocktail.

“They surrounded you like unworthy insects,” he growls. “They looked at you with lustful eyes. They thought they could have you. But they could never handle you. You would break them with a look. They would crumble at your words. They are not worthy even to gather the crumbs from under your table. They are less than dogs.”

He finds the heat at my core, circles the entrance to me and runs the tip of his finger around the outside of my clit, teasing me and making my hips dance closer to him.

“My beautiful soft sweet human,” he growls, wrapping his arm around my back. “You are everything to me.”

He slides two fingers inside me, stretching my pussy open around his digits. I am so used to the feeling of his scaled fingers or his thick cock that this feels like little more than a tease. He knows it too, and is using it to his advantage.

I was never anything or anyone else’s other than his. I belong to him in a way I have never belonged to anyone. My connection to the human world feels more tenuous than my connection to him.

“I’m going to fuck you with this unworthy human cock,” he says. “For old time’s sake. Remember the first time I took you, remember how you whimpered for me, how sore your ass was? I remember. I will remember our first mating until the end of time itself.”

I have said very little, lost in the incoherence of being desired so powerfully my own words don’t matter. My body is speaking the language of need, my chest and face flushing, the hair on the back of my neck and arms standing erect, pupils dilating. My hips grind against his hand, my pussy sucking at his fingers, trying to draw them deeper, begging for seed they cannot possibly supply.

He frees his human cock, hitches my leg up over his arm, and slides deep inside me in one long possessive stroke. I am wet enough to take him, but not so wet that I don’t feel the stretching of being taken deeply and completely by a dominant dragon whowhose fury at seeing me touched by a man has made him intent on staking his claim over every part of me.

Picked up and pinned against the wall, I am ravaged as powerfully as I can be by my mate when he is in this human form. His shirt manifested far too tightly, and it snaps at the buttons, baring his chest to mine as he slams inside me, his mouth on my mouth and then on my neck, his teeth grazing along sensitive skin as he does his best to consume me whole.

My clit is ground against his pubic bone, the fabric of his suit bunching in a way that makes the pressure spread out and stay almost constant between rough thrusts. I am trembling, chemically overwhelmed by a cascade of desire that starts somewhere in my brain and overflows every time he growls or thrusts or moves his hands to a new position to keep me in place.

There’s no escaping my fucking, not even when my pussy starts to ache from the pounding that only intensifies as the session continues. I am being punished for the actions of those who coveted me.

“You’re mine,” he rumbles. “Every aching inch of you is mine, and is going to stay mine.”

He reaches under me, freeing one hand to slap my ass at the same time his cock drives deep inside me. I yowl and whimper, and am treated to the same sting again and again, until my cheeks feel hot and swollen and my pussy is leaking juices all over his cock.

“Bad little human,” he growls. “Flashing these curves to the unworthy, displaying yourself when you know you belong in my hoard.”

“But I had to…”

“Yes, you did,” he agrees. “You did it for good reason, and I am still going to spank you and fuck you until your orgasms feel like the discipline you so sorely need.”

He pulls out, spreads my legs, and spanks my pussy. I try to squirm out of the way, but there is nowhere to go; he pins me to the wall with one large hand at the base of my neck, and he slaps my dripping pussy until it is hot and swollen and sore.

I make plaintive sounds and soft cries, but he is stern and resolute until he lifts me up and tosses me down on the nearby bed, spreading my legs, covering me with his sweaty body and thrusting his cock deep inside my punished pussy.

“Shhh, little one,” he growls softly. “Take my cock like a good girl.”

My pussy clenches, gripping him tighter at his paradoxically sweet words.

“It hurts,” I whimper.

“I know,” he purrs, flexing his hips to drive into me with slow, but strong strokes. “I want it to ache. I want you to remember next time someone else looks at you, the price of that is a spanked and fucked pussy.”

He grips my jaw and turns my head toward him so I am forced to look into his eyes as he repeatedly sinks into my aching pussy.

“Please,” I whimper.