Page 21 of A Kiss From a Dragon Lord

“More?” He curls a lock of hair around one claw. A few of the strands tangle in his scales. I place a kiss on his chest and nod before sliding off of him and laying out on the silk blanket. My skin is sweaty and sticky from his release. Lassar can wash me later. Right now I need to have him inside me.

Spreading my legs for him, he crawls towards me and settles between them.

“Anwyn—”

“I want you inside me.” I bite my lip and curl my arms around his neck. “More than that, I want to give myself to you. I’m your treasure, right?”

“Yes,” he growls immediately.

“Then I want you to enjoy your treasure fully. You have full control over me, do with me what you want.”

Lassar’s eyes darken as he stares down at me. It’s a dark desire, one I’d never give to another but Lassar. He won’t hurt me, I truly believe that. I’ve always had to be the one with a plan, making decisions. Having someone who I can give my body, my heart, my trust and know that he won’t abuse that power? It’s heady and what I’ve just given to my dragon.

“Anwyn, you trust me? I’ve finally earned your trust?”

“Yes,” I say, pulling him down for a kiss. “Now own me.”

Lassar snarls. His claws scoop me up and hold me to his chest. My hard nipples rub against his scales. As does my pussy, covering him in my arousal. I can’t get enough. My body craves the connection. Lassar’s tongue licks over my ear, his hot breath tickling me.

“Do whatever I want with you, my sweet Anwyn. You have no idea what you’re asking for.” His claws skim up my sides and circle around my back. “But I’m going to show you.”

Lassar stomps us over to the stalactite on the floor. The golden shackles are still hanging from them. It wasn’t that long ago I was contemplating his death while attached to them. Now, as he locks both my wrists to them again above my head, I realize I’m going to let him fuck me in them.

A delicious shiver runs through me.

Lassar sits back on his heels, his tail flicking wildly, as he takes in the long expanse of my naked body. With my arms bound like this, I can’t touch him. I’m completely at his mercy, just like I wanted. I don’t feel scared giving him this control. A part of me, a part I never knew existed, settles at the thought of being owned by him fully.

“Look at you, my precious one.” His claws graze down my chest, circling around one nipple. “Laid out before me like a feast. Your sopping wet pussy is begging for my cock.”

“Please, Lassar,” I whine.

“Shh,” he says, squeezing my breast before leaning down and licking my hard nipple. “When I’m done with you, Anwyn, there won’t be a single piece of you I don’t own. Look around you, look at all the treasure I’ve hoarded, and know this. I would sell it all—burn it all—to keep you.”

I moan as his other claw goes to my pussy, gently rubbing my clit. The shackles clink as I flex my hands, desperate to hold on to something.

“I scare everyone in this cursed form. But I don’t scare you, Anwyn. Your pink cunt is soaking my hand, demanding I fuck it.” His finger enters me in shallow thrusts. The sloppy wet sounds of my arousal cause my thighs to clench. “I’ll be fucking it every day for the rest of your life. It doesn’t matter if you leave to live a normal life, I’ll find you. Burn your home down and fuck you in the ashes. Do you understand?”

I cry out as he slips another finger inside of me. Lassar’s never spoken to me like this, and it should scare me. It has the opposite effect as I feel my arousal coating the inside of my thighs. I want what he’s saying, I want to know that if I did leave, he would come for me and bring me back here. That I truly do belong to him.

“Y—yes!” I shout as his fingers continue to pump me over and over again. Lassar slides between my thighs as he pulls his fingers from me. I watch through heavy lids as he grips his massive cock in his hands and rubs it through my wetness. I sigh as he drags those ridges along my clit.

“You’re mine, precious one. Mine, say it.” The head of his cock pushes into me, and my body tenses. I already feel full, and he’s barely inside me. My hands tangle in the gold chains.

“Say it, Anwyn,” Lassar demands again, giving me another few inches before retreating. My legs curl around his hips, holding me tightly to him. Lassar rears back to give me another few inches.

“Say i—”

“I’m yours!” I cry, raising my hips to meet his thrust and sealing him fully inside me. There’s a pinch of pain from being stretched so wide. Lassar doesn’t move, only breathes hard as he stares down at me. My own chest is rising and falling in time with my wild heartbeat. His hand cups my cheek, his claw pushing into my mouth where I suck the tip of it.

Lassar groans, slipping his hand down my throat and collaring me there. His touch is light but controlling all the same. I love it.

“You don’t know how beautiful you look like this. My claw around your throat; your tight little pussy wrapped around my cock.” Lassar gives my throat a gentle squeeze. “Are you alright, my precious one? Is my cock too much for you?”

I shake my head, the pain stopping and a deep desire for my dragon to fuck me like he promised.

“I need more, Lassar. I need you to fuck my pussy, to own me, I’ll die without it.”

It’s euphoric, not just the feeling of being stretched by him but to be able to admit my desires to him. This dragon owns me, and I want him to enjoy every bit of it as much as I know I will.

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