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I kick and struggle and squirm as Ornix dominates the raid group into submitting to his rule. Not everyone is going to go down easy, but I bet a lot of them will go down. Hard.

“Lemme up!”

“No. You stay where you are. You stop trying to fix everything. You let me handle it. I am tired of having to chase you around because you do not trust me to take care of you. You’re not used to it, and you keep rejecting it, and I will not have it.

You are going to be punished thoroughly for this.

I hope you enjoyed the flight, little one, because your wings are about to be clipped. ”

A shiver of desire runs through me as Ornix threatens me. I enjoy this far too much. That’s my problem. Every time I disobey my mate, I get a thrill that is so intensely sexual I could almost come.

The gamers are being corralled now, and I know a lot of them are about to enjoy some serious dragon dicking. The girls especially are in trouble, but there’s plenty of guys who are going to be picked up by the female soldiers. Dragons don’t differentiate by sex as much as humans do sometimes.

We’re all in big fucking trouble. Me especially, because Ornix’s fingers are running over my cheeks and between my legs, covering my sex with a gentle, yet firm touch, finding my wetness and taking full advantage of it with a soft probing insistence.

He’s going to fuck me here. I can tell. I’m going to be put over…

He lifts me up and tosses me over a big rock, spreading my legs with a swift motion of his leg.

“Ornix!”

“What? You want modesty? Privacy? When you make your disobedience so public? I do not think so. All may bear witness to your breeding, whelp.”

He presses up behind me and I guess logically I kind of know nobody can really see what is happening, but my pussy is dripping and his cock is hardening and I know that he is not…

“Look at him fucking shifting. It’s so fucking cool.”

I can feel him growing behind me, casting a taller shadow over me, and I know that he has slipped from the disguise that allows him to pretend he is human and instead is now in his dragonkin form, which means his cock is bigger, thicker, and scaled.

The sound I make as he presses inside me in a shallow thrust is nothing short of animal.

“Getting spanked and fucked in front of your little human gamer friends, aren’t you,” he purrs in my ear. “Such a naughty girl, never listening to me. Always going out of your way to find the biggest trouble you can possibly get into.”

He stretches me open around his cock with deeper strokes and I stop being able to verbalize anything besides a series of low moans. This is fucking humiliating, and so incredibly hot.

Every stroke makes me feel filled and subdued, taken and dominated. The fact that dozens upon dozens of eyes are seeing my sexual comeuppance makes me blush and flood with heat that only serves to make my body react with even more intensity.

“Don’t you ever leave for danger without me again,” he growls in my ear. “I will not stand for it. You will find yourself fucked and publicly whipped every time you disobey me.”

I start to moan and whimper. Taking his cock hard is my punishment, and my reward. I know he’s going to breed me again, out here in the rough red wilds. I know he’s going to fuck me until it hurts, until he has worn my pussy out.

Somewhere in the erotic haze, I become aware of the fact that more dragons are landing all the time.

They are surrounding the humans, geared to a level that makes it impossible for even this number of people to effectively resist. I have been used as a distraction to kettle the gamers into a captive state.

“Get those humans disarmed and ready for transport,” he growls while still fucking me, as if fucking me is just something he is doing on the side and not his main purpose. Publicly fucking my aching pussy is nothing more than a job for him right now.

One by one, their weapons are taken from them. I am not entirely sure that anyone cares. A surefire way to distract a gamer from the game is, of course, public sex. Everybody knows that.

Everybody is in a sort of shocked haze, including me, whimpering with orgasmic distraction.

When Ornix takes his dragon form, his wingspan creating a large swath of shadow over the desert, and grips me in his claws, demonstrating how much larger a dragon is than a human, how delicate, tender, fucked, and at his mercy I am, there’s an audible gasp from the rest of the gamers, who are realizing in a flash that they are in trouble in a way they cannot fathom.

It’s easy enough to murder your way through low-level starting zones, but coming face to face with the world boss is something else entirely.

Ornix flies me home, and on the way I see other dragons coming, carrying large cages that look, in their clawed grasps, to be birdcages or similar. I know what they really are, large cages that will contain probably a dozen humans at a time for transport to the dungeon.

I stopped everybody getting killed, but I think I got them all captured.

What other option was there? Nobody is giving me a chance to defuse the situation.

Ornix expects me to just sit around being a good girl and not getting into any trouble with him at all, just wait to gestate while people die all around us.

And then there’s the gamers themselves. They might be caught, but they’ve already proved they are more than capable of not only navigating this world, but destroying large parts of it.

We fly back to the castle, land on the roof, where Ornix transforms to his dragonkin state, quickly snatching me by the arm before I can so much as move. The expression in his eyes now that we are alone is nothing short of frightening. He looks so angry, I find myself recoiling.

“Feels like I am still in trouble,” I whimper. “But you already…”

“Already what? Rewarded you with another breeding? Gave you the gift of my cock? Yes, human. You are in more trouble than you can imagine. Every time I turn around, there you are, or more typically, are not, getting into trouble I specifically told you to stay out of. I don’t know what to do with you anymore. ”

I realize that being fucked out in the open is just the beginning of the trouble I’ve gotten myself into. He’s not just annoyed. He’s actually disappointed in me.

He pulls me close and tips my chin up to look at him.

“I love you. I adore you. But you are absolutely incorrigible, and you make everything so much harder than it needs to be. I have spanked you, fucked you, caged you. I have thrashed your hide. I have fucked your ass. I have made it very clear that I expect your obedience, and you have never, ever given it.”

I cringe under his lecturing, feeling very guilty.

“I was trying to help…”

“Yes. I know. You do as you please because you believe that you are entitled to make decisions for yourself as you see fit. That is how humans operate. But in this realm, and this relationship, that’s not how this works.

You are mine. You obey me. Now come with me, and do not complain about what comes next. You have brought it on yourself.”

Those words make me quiver with consternation as he leads me to a chamber in the castle I have not been in before. There is a large stone bench, big enough for me to…

“Lie down on that,” he says. “Spread your wings out wide and lie on your back.”

“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 is the 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.