Dragon's Slave : The Sequel

Chapter 8

Madeline's POV

When Lochness cums, I swallow what he gives, then I pull off and wipe my lips clean with my wrist. I'm now staring past his cock which is still hard and unforgiving as I glance over at my mate. He's still lounging back, wondering what I'll do next.

He won't say anything – usually by now he would be vocally ordering me around, if not threatening how he'd punish me for doing something wrong.

Instead, I've done everything right and he almost seems bewitched.

I move up and over him, staring at his perfect lips – cruel like Hael's but holding less expression as he waits for the moment I start to fail in my submission.

I've moved forward off the floor and climbed over his sexy, perfect god-like body. Sitting over his hips, I press my lips to his. Now he's smiling.

"God-like?" Lochness murmurs in appreciation against my lips, both amused and happy. He now flops back, folding his arms above with his hands behind his head as he just absorbs my nicer thoughts.

"Sky God. That's what your kind are – as Twin Dragons," I continue to compliment Nessy, "Gifted with magnificent wings, scary fangs and eyes that shine like gem stones, sometimes with flame," I press my finger tips to just below his eyes, looking at his long black eye lashes, "...funny... that a little puny human rat like me would be born to be a Slayer of such giants... and now I'm just being bred for your pleasure," I roll my eyes at that, but when I look for his annoyance, Nessy is still quiet, listening to every word. I'm not used to him being this interested in what I have to say. I was going to ride his cock, but now I decide to try something else first. I sit up and I place my fingers over his arms. I trail them down to his wrists. I clasp his hands with mine and lift them up to press them to my waist. Lochness does the rest – leaning back up to sit opposite me while I straddle his thighs, his cock now pressed to my belly. His hands clench firmly around my waist, his fingers kneading into my warm skin. My hair drapes down across my breasts and over my back, a wild mess, "I like it too," I whisper toward his neck, avoiding his eye as I smooth one hand across the pulsing heartbeat across his throat, "I like that when we fuck, I'm your whole world..." with my words, Lochness' hands grip onto me, lifting me like nothing so I'm hovering above his face as my pussy presses down to his cock. As his hands loosen, I sit, sliding to the bottom, wincing with the size of him. I could never get used to the girth of my Masters' enormous shafts. They were otherworldly – especially that part of them. I could see why they'd get many willing sex slaves in the past. I was a special surprise – since I started a total brat. I lift my hips and slide up his cock, only to sit back down. The pleasure it creates, vibrates through my belly and from my brand simultaneously, making my whole body start to naturally want to quicken the pace. Usually, my mates are the ones on top. Now I'm fucking him hard and fast, rising and falling to feel that cock stretch me out. I love it, I love it so much! I've thrown my head back, feeling that pleasure continue to build –

"Slow down, sad little love," Lochness growls low, sliding his arms around my back, wrapping me up into a hug. I'm stopped with a tight embrace as he squeezes me into him. He's curled down to my ear to bite it with his sharp canine, before leaning up to see my panting, angry face. A small punishment. But why?

"Why," I gasp out, squeezing my pussy around his shaft, "And I'm not sad!"

One of his large, deft hands rubs up my spine, then he brings it around to my face, to hold onto my jaw and to keep me secure, while he's staring down into my eyes with a burning passion – he's angry about something I did. Lochness is about to reprimand me – then punish me.

"You are sad, deep down inside. I never say sorry to you. I am sorry, Madeline. That I'm so cruel at times," Lochness drawls this with deep seriousness, "Although I doubt I'll ever stop tormenting you... princess... mouse... rat. Whatever you are..." Lochness feels me squirm and he holds me more still, "...does it really matter? I own you."