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“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.

“Shhhh, good girl,” he growls back. “Take it for me, take it like you know you need it.”

The softness of his sadism in this moment only serves to make me wetter.

I didn’t do anything wrong. I don’t deserve to be punished.

I shouldn’t have been spanked, and there’s no reason for him to make my pussy so tender and sensitive that every stroke feels like it’s rippling through my fucking soul, but he did it anyway because he wanted to show me who he is, and who I am when I am with him.

I surrender, because there is no other option, because fighting him would make things worse… or would it?

I don’t know where the spark of mischief comes from. Maybe it’s from the unfairness. Maybe it’s from the ache between my thighs. Maybe it’s the way he has me pinned and is fucking me like he owns me. Or maybe it’s because I just realized he’s in a human form, and human forms are vulnerable.

I bite his neck, right where it meets the shoulder. And I bite it hard.

I expect a gasp of some kind, an utterance of shock, maybe. I don’t expect it to go well.

And then it does.

He smirks down at me and simply fucks me harder, giving me more rough stimulation, making it obvious I can be as feisty as I like, his cock is going inside me.

“Did that feel like a good idea, my little mate? Hm? Are you pleased with yourself?”

I can see the marks of my teeth on his skin as he rails me hard and fast, making me cry out in a mixture of pleasure and pain that not even I can tell the difference between anymore.

“I’m going to come inside you, going to breed you. Going to make you take this seed again, leave it deep inside you so when you go back to that party, it is trapped in your tight pussy.”

He growls the words in tense tones because he is already so close and so am I. My hips arch, and I feel my pussy pulsing, gripping, milking him inside me.

He snarls and comes, locking his hips against mine, coming so deep inside me I am sure that if I was not bred before, I am now.

“You’re perfect,” Ornix murmurs, holding me close in the aftermath, running his palm over my ass and even petting my pussy lightly, rubbing the cum into my lips as it seeps slowly out.

“Mmmm, and now I’m a fucked mess.”

We lie there for a moment or two, before an annoyed banging at the door rouses us.

“Are you guys in there? Oh, my god.”

“Coming!” I shout back.

“I found a guy, come see,” Tempest shouts through the door as I try to recover from the ravaging Ornix just gave me. I am dripping his seed down the inside of my thighs and I have to rush to the bathroom to clean up a little.

We cover up and dress quickly, feigning propriety by the time she opens the door. Tempest doesn’t really care. She’s seen much worse. Done much more, I bet, too.

“Come on, before he cools down,” she says, leading us out to a private balcony where she has isolated one of the sheep from his flock.

The guy, whose name is Mikey, is pink-faced and tousled from Tempest’s attentions. He has the glazed eyes of a man who will do anything, say anything, be anything to get and keep the attention of a goddess.

“Tell them what you were telling me about the magical door thingies or whatever it was you were talking about,” Tempest says, scratching her fingernails through his hair.

“You can block the tech, I think, if somehow you altered the fundamental resonances of the barrier between the realms,” Mikey says, blushing furiously.

“It would effectively sever the connection between the dragon realm and the human world. I don’t know if it would ever be restored.

It might heal over time because it is kind of an organic connection, but in the short term, you would be ensuring that no more portals could be made by humans. Or dragons.”

Tempest rolls her eyes. She thinks he’s talking about the game, and she has no interest in games.

She has no idea what I’ve seen and experienced, or the true stakes of this.

She thinks this whole party was thrown just to be random.

I used to be like Tempest. I kind of miss it.

It was easier when my actions didn’t have consequences.

“Then that’s what we do. I will sever the connection, block the tech, separate human and dragon realms for hundreds of years,” Ornix says, in about the same tone someone else would say they’d put bacon, lettuce, and tomato on a sandwich.

It’s like it wouldn’t even be hard for him.

He talks as though he can toy with the very fabric of reality without breaking a sweat. Maybe he can.

If it’s true, and he can do it, and everything is going to be blocked, then that means this is the last time I will ever see Tempest, and she doesn’t know it, and there’s no way for me to explain it.

I want to sob and hold her, but I don’t want to freak her out.

Then I realize I can do whatever I want.

She’ll just think I’ve had too much to drink.

I grab her by the hand and I lead her away from Ornix, who doesn’t mind because, oh, that’s right, he’s fucking with the fabric of existence itself.

“You’re the best friend anyone could ever have,” I tell her. “I love you so fucking much.”

“Aw, babe, drink some water.”

“No, you don’t understand. I want you to know, for the rest of your life, that you’re the best fucking friend anyone could ever have, and if you don’t marry someone who makes you feel like that, I will haunt you.”

Tempest laughs. “I’m not getting married right now, silly.”

“Not now, maybe. But you will, one day. And when you do, I want you to choose a man who loves you the way your friends do, but more. Okay. Because…”

“We have to go,” Ornix says, interrupting me.

“Not yet! I’m talking to my friend.”

“It’s okay, we’ll talk tomorrow,” Tempest says.

But we won’t. I know it. And she can’t know it. And it’s all too much and I just start sobbing.

Ornix sweeps me up into his arms. “Come on, we’re going.”

“No!”

“If I have to carry you out of here tantruming like a toddler, I will…” He spanks me, but not hard. Just hard enough for me to feel it, and to remind me that I am a grown woman acting out.

“I love you, Tempest!”

The last I see of my friend, she’s smiling to herself and shaking her head.

“We are going to go back to the dragon realm and you are going to get a spanking to settle you,” he says, stepping back into his world like walking into another room. He grabs the tech guy too, by the collar, like he’s an animal and drags him through with us.

We step into the main hall, where dragons are assembled with weapons and armor. I hear Mikey make some faint sounds of shock as his perception of reality is forever twisted. Then I remember it’s possible this is not actually the first time he has been here.

“Take the boy,” he says, pushing Mikey toward the guards. “Make him comfortable, and make him secure. I have business with my mate.”

I am carried to the bedroom where Ornix puts me over his knee and starts paddling me lightly, not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to get my attention and settle me down, just as he planned.

“I’m sorry you are losing so much in this war,” he says. “But I am still here, and I still have you. You won’t lose me.”

“Fuck you,” I curse. It’s a gut reaction, a bitter sound that comes from knowing he has forever changed me.

He fucked me and made me a thing with wings and now I’ll never see my friend again.

We were gonna find matching guys and have kids together and raise them and now I’m going to lay a fucking egg or something.

I don’t know the details. I haven’t asked.

“I want to go back home. I want to be normal again.”

“I know,” he says, smoothing his palm over my burning ass.

“I know it would be easier if you could go back to the world you came from and be the girl you were, but that can’t happen anymore.

You’re here. You’re mine. You’re already changed.

This is what life does. It changes us all, over and over, again and again.

We make our choices, and then the consequences of those choices change us. ”

“I didn’t make any choices! You made the choices. You took me here. You fucked me. You made me grow wings!”

“That was an unforeseen consequence, and I am sorry. Not for the wings, but for taking so many choices from you all at once and so completely.”

His hand slides down over my mound. His fingers drift lightly over my aching sex. He fucked me roughly so recently and I am sensitive. My fury is real, but so is the way he changes the chemical composition of my brain when he touches me.

“It is not easy,” he says. “But remember there are benefits to being mine, to being owned, to being taken as my mate and transformed.” His fingers slide into my pussy, just a little, teasing me.

It is so hard to stay sad and angry when I am aroused by his fingers dipping inside me, toying with my pussy and driving me wild, out of my mind with need.

“I’m going to make you happy,” he growls. “I’m going to take every bit of pain you’ve been suffering and alchemize it into pleasure and joy. I promise you, my love. You are going to be taken care of in ways you could not possibly previously have imagined.”

He strokes me to an orgasm that feels irresistible, a climax that makes my legs shake so much that my toes feel slightly numb when it is all over.

I fall asleep in his arms with an ache in my chest and another in my pussy. I miss my world. I miss my friends. I wish I could have told Tempest what was going on.

Sometime in the middle of the night, I hear Ornix being roused. He gets up, presses a kiss to my head, and leaves me to sleep.

Ornix

“What is it?”

It has been another long and exhausting day, and I wish nothing but to sleep by my mate. It is the one time I know she is not getting into trouble.

“You did not seem to want to be disturbed, but you should know that Equinox has made an escape. He moved through a portal not long after you two left. It was not opened on this side. Humans made it.”

“Get the human,” I say. “The male we brought.”

Mikey looks wide-eyed and afraid. The same feelings that my mate has struggled with. He will not find it as easy as she does in my realm. He will not be coddled as she is.

“Will Equinox be able to open further portals to this realm from where he is? Or now that he is in the human world, will he be similarly blocked?”

Mikey looks around nervously, then nods, quickly.

“I don’t think he will be able to return.

Not the same way. The frequencies have been adjusted in such a way that they cannot be reached in the human world.

They are out of spectrum entirely. It’s like the way bees can see infrared, except it’s making doors through adjacent realities… ”

“Then his departure is a banishment, and it will stand as punishment.”

Problem very neatly solved.