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“Ornix, you’re scaring me.”

“Oh, you’re capable of feeling fear? Interesting. The way you have behaved since I met you has indicated to me that you are not actually capable of feeling or processing anything around fear, not carefulness, not prudence, not avoidance of bad ideas. You seem to use fear as a lubricant for your misbehavior.”

I don’t want to fuck with his flow, but Ornix is really on fire right now, reading me for absolute filth.

He picks up a large pair of what I can only call scissors, because that is what they are. There’s something fucking terrifying about that. They’re much bigger than scissors humans can hold, obviously, sort of bronze or maybe golden, hard to say, but I am more intimidated than ever right now. What parts is he planning on cutting off? Have I pushed him past the point of sanity?

“Don’t move,” he says as I flutter, reaching down to press a hand to my chest, pinning me in place both with his palm and those eyes that hold more authority than I can actually handle. “I am going to clip those wings. It won’t hurt, but it will stop you from flying into danger time and time again.”

“No!” I start to struggle, even though I know there’s no point because there is no way to actually overpower Ornix. He is so much stronger than me. I am sure he is using a mere fraction of his strength to hold me in place. He is probably trying harder not to crush me than to keep me where he wants me.

“Yes,” he insists, holding me down, my body covered in his seed, dripping his cum from my ass and my pussy. “You have lost your flight privileges. Now stop flapping about or I might cut something that bleeds.”

It’s probably a warning, but it feels more like a threat as I am forced to submit and let him do what he wants to me. This isthe way it always goes. I was trying to help him, save him, but instead of gratitude, all I get is a sore filled pussy and more restrictions. This isn’t fair.

Tears leak from my eyes as I feel my feathers being trimmed. It doesn’t hurt, but I feel pained regardless. It is hard to explain why, but suffice to say, I feel as though something is being taken from me, something that should be mine, and yet is being made his.

“There we go,” he says. “You’ll be able to flap, but not fly. Now spread those legs. It’s time you were mated again.”

He’s ruthless, but I almost do as I am told because I know that resistance will only lead to more punishment.

And then my temper gets the best of me, the outrage and the fury, and the pure fucking fire in my belly that comes from being treated so unfairly, use as a broodmare, and continuously ignored.

“Just cut them off completely if you hate me so much,” I growl, furious and ashamed. Having my wings clipped feels like being… I don’t know, imprisoned? But worse, because he’s taken one of my capabilities I’ve only recently developed.

“Don’t pout, or I’ll give you something to pout about,” he snaps.

“Fuck you.”

I run, faster than he expects, I think, and not in a direction he expects me to go. I am sure he thought I’d run for the door, but it is the window that calls me, the window with the view of the sky he tried to deny me.

A second or so after I step out, I discover that I can’t fly, but my wings do still glide. I extend their clipped span as far as it will go, and I ride the gusts and currents from the keep.

Faintly, in the distance, I hear Ornix growling and shouting, but I can’t hear what he is saying and if I am to be very honest, I do not care. He can’t tame me. Can’t stop me. Can’t punish me in the way he imagines, in a way that changes who I am. I will do what I want, with what I have.

Massive wings cast a shadow over me as he comes for me, a massive dragon hunting a little bird. It should be over in an instant, perhaps, but it is not because the gusts his wings create buffet me and make it almost impossible for me to maintain course, which also makes it hard for him to grab me.

I see the humans being brought back now, a dozen to each cage, transported like little mice awaiting a great feline feast. I feel deeply sorry for them, and I know that their capture was my fault. I also know that sooner rather than later, they are going to realize that this isn’t a simulation, and there’s no way home anymore. They are trapped here, prisoners like me. They are my kin, my people, they are the ones I feel a deep responsibility for even though I know I can’t really do anything to save them.

The people in cages distract me enough for a massive claw to pluck me out of the air. Ornix has finally understood how to catch me, and now he has me right where he wants me.

He lands almost immediately on the field and the next thing I know, I am snatched up in his dragonkin form, wrestled over his knee that he has propped up on a rock, and spanked so hard my cries come in a continuous wail.

“You little brat,” he growls. “I’m not going to let you get away with these tantrums, or your disobedience. You can go down into the dungeons with the rest of your kind. You can enjoy being caged. You can learn what it means to be really disciplined.”

His scaled palm keeps whipping against my ass as he spanks me like a spoiled whelp, treating me like I’m some baby throwing a tantrum, not his mate who just had her wings clipped so she cannot escape him or make her own decisions.

“I hate you!” The words escape me before I can catch them, spurred by pain and humiliation and the sheer frustration of it all.

“Well, I love you. And I intend to keep you safe, even if that means keeping you sore, sorry, and caged. Jumping out the window like that was reckless, and proves you haven’t learned anything yet. But you will. I am going to teach you how to behave if it’s the last thing I do.”

Ornix

I do not know what has gotten into my mate. She has gone from adorably undisciplined to an absolutely nightmarish little rebel who rejects all attempts to contain her. I blame the wings.

That’s probably a mistake, however. I have a horrid feeling that even if I were to have somehow removed them entirely, she still would have walked out the damn window.

My mate’s desire for freedom outweighs her sense of self-preservation several fold, and putting her in a cage is not goingto change that. Pinning her down doesn’t stop her, caging her does not contain her.