Page 23 of The Sacrifice

This...this is not like that.

Despite how Drago deals his smoldering blows, so I can barely breathe with a hard ache stabbing the back of my throat, he pauses now and then to knead and stroke my bottom. As if he’s admiring it. Desire strikes hot and fierce inside me from the pain and pleasure, but most of all, from the attention. Undivided, hot, focused attention. Not a means to an end like the punishments of my past.

“Hmm...you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” croons the Dragon King while dragging his fingers across my folds, parting my slick lips.

“Oh, sweet monsters!” I cry out from the sensation, from how soft and swollen my labia becomes, responding to his touch.

“So wet for me, aren’t you, my dirty good girl?”

More liquid heat trickles from me at the sound of his words. I’ve never once been called “good girl”. And even though he called me “dirty”, I love the appreciation in his voice, how the word rolls off his tongue like a term of endearment. I’m his dirty good girl.

To Drago, I am not a half-ghost. I am not the gray girl. I am little Tessie. I am as warm to him as a tiny star. More than anything, I am alive. So fucking alive. I could care less if he sees me as the scrawniest bone with barely any meat on it to serve as a morsel of a meal.

As long as he keeps doing what he’s doing, I’d commit this suicide again and again. He reduces me to a mewling, quivering mess where I’m lifting my ass and swaying from side to side, begging for more.

His hand pauses. His fingers caress my cheeks, which I know are striped and welted. Still, I tremble and rub against him.

“Well, now, you’re a little pain slut, aren’t you? My pretty, little touch-starved whore.”

I don’t protest. I’ll be his slut. I’ll be his whore. I’ll be anything he wants me to be, anything I want to be. He called me pretty. A pretty pet...I like that. Another smack lands on my sore bottom. Now, when I rock against the bed, my nipples hard and chafing against the sheet, something delirious and wet and warm oozes from my cunt.

A rolling, deep chuckle echoes into the air and has me trembling as the king lowers his hand between my thighs. I shudder in the pause, listening to his labored breath. As soon as his feverish fingers shove inside my slit, I throw my head back with a shriek. The sensation is glorious and overwhelming, it steals my breath and all my tears.

“Hmm...so deliciously tight. Hot. Wet. So responsive to my touch. Tell me, pet, were you this responsive to any of your past lovers?"

I squeeze my inner muscles around him. And shake my head.

Another hot iron strike to my inflamed bottom, and Drago snarls, twisting his fingers in deeper. “You will address me properly, girl. Especially when we are about to become so well acquainted.”

“No,” I croak and lick my lips, trying again, hoping my words are firmer. “They weren’t lovers. They just fucked me.”

“No, they didn’t. Fucking is owning. If a single man had ever fucked you, little Tessie, he’d never have let you go. When I fuck you, you will understand I have claimed you. And possessed you. Your body, your mind, your soul...forever changed. I’m going to leave my mark on you and in you, my pet. I’m going to own you. You will forever remember who has used you and treated you like the prized treasure in his hoard.”

Oh, bleeding gods! He chuckles and circles those fingers inside me, and I yelp, understanding he’s grown scales. Their edges pinch and chafe my pussy. “This is the first time you’ve felt fingers fucking you, isn’t it?”

“Oh!” I moan and mewl, shifting my hips from side to side. “Yes.”

“Yes, what?” He pinches my backside.

“Yes...my lord Drago.”

“My lord. I appreciate the title, but we are not in court, little one. We are in my bed. I hold dominion here, all the same. But as you can see, the dynamic is far different. In here, you will call me Master.” He grips my hair, thrusts my head back, and covers my mouth with his. So much heat, I heave and gasp into his mouth, trembling into my core. When he presses his thumb to my clit, ferociously rubbing it, I moan into his mouth, which seems to drive him harder. I rub against him, wanting him inside me. “And you are my sweet pet. You’re such a good girl, Tessie. Let’s learn how many of my dragon fingers you can take.”

Tears squeeze through my eyes when he stabs three thick, scaled fingers inside me. They chafe my inner flesh a little, but they feel so good. So much better than the wand I stole from Mistress Blanche after healing her following her wedding night. Guilt had thickened inside me since she hadn’t used it yet, and she was sore in more ways than one since her well-endowed groom hadn’t brought her pleasure. I never understood why people always wanted to share their deepest, darkest secrets with blood-binders. Must be some healing thing.

Drago spears me with another finger. My insides tighten, and I shake all around those fingers as a new and wondrous sensation rises within me. But just as it does, Drago pinches my clit hard, denying me.

“No,” I whine.

He brushes his lips along the side of my hair. “Not yet, Tessie. That’s a good girl. Ride those fingers a little longer. You’ll be ready soon.”

I should keep my mouth shut, lips sealed. But I’ve never been good at that. Or wanted to be. “Is it true that dragons have...erm...” I stammer, flushing red as poppies as he rumbles a laugh, then reaches around to fondle my breasts with one hand.

“I will give you the man today, my sweet slut. Tomorrow, you will have both.”

I thrust my hips back, forcing his fingers in deeper and biting my tongue over my whine as I work to prove myself. “I bet I can take it.”

“Them,” he corrects. “And I admire your initiative. But I’ll be the judge of what you can and cannot take.”

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