Cassandra couldn’t hold back her moans as much as she tried. The hotness of his mouth on her pink extremities was unbearable. Though she didn’t look, she could feel his tongue and his teeth grazing and sucking, biting softly. Moreover, he was pressing his entire body against her, and Cassandra could feel his hips compelling her legs to open into a new, awkward position for her. She could feel everything; the rustling of the sheets, their clothing, his mouth on her skin, and her own embarrassing voice, echoing in the room.
Without warning, Kairen put his hand between her legs.
“Ah! N...No…”
He frowned, his dark eyes on her made Cassandra blush. His hands weren’t stopping, but his gaze was fixated on her, making her crazy with embarrassment.
“No?” he repeated.
She blushed and bit her lip. Was she really so unable to control her own body? How embarrassing! She was breathing and moaning louder as Kairen continued caressing her. His fingers found their way to her slit, stroking it until they slid through to rub her entrance. Cassandra gasped, a seductive sensation spreading through her whole body. His movements were fast and insisting, going in and out, rubbing and pressing further into her.
Her legs were trembling, and she was struggling to breathe correctly. The fire raging inside was driving her crazy, and she wanted more. Without realizing, Cassandra had grabbed her master’s shoulder with her free hand to brace herself.
“Hm… Ma… Oh! Mas...Master… hn…”
“What is it?”
Kairen’s eyes were focused on her, considering each of her reactions to his touch. Occasionally, he leaned down to suck and lick her breasts again, but more than that, he was hypnotized by her cries and moans. Playing with her pussy, he was moving his fingers into her, subjecting her to new pleasures. He felt her juices moisten his hand, while his own body was already reacting to her.
She was his. He had thought this the minute his dragon had put her at his feet - when he had seen her from up close. He wanted this woman, no matter who she was. He wanted all of her.
“Say it again.”
“Hm… Wh...What?”
His fingers slowed down their movements, giving her a minute of respite so she could understand and answer.
Catching her breath, Cassandra looked at him, his face so close she could see every small detail. This man was her new master. An odd, unforgiving, and ruthless Prince. A Dragon Lord and War God.
“I’m… I’m yours…” she whispered to him, with a breathy voice.
“Again.”
His hands undid his buckle to remove his pants, and she heard the clothes falling to the floor. She trembled, a bit unsure and scared.
“I’m yours,” she repeated the words, to also reassure herself.
“Again.”
She repeated them again and again, while he positioned himself between her spread legs. As the blood rushed to her cheeks and ears, she felt his member against her entrance, and kept repeating those words, like a prayer.
“I’m yours, I’m yours… I’m… Ah!”
Cassandra whimpered in pain, feeling his cock pushing in. Kairen stopped, his hot breath against her ear.
“Breathe,” he said to her soothingly.
She tried, wondering if it was supposed to be this painful. Once he thought she was getting used to it, the Prince pushed further in and she cried out again. His movements were slow, but she was so unused to the sensation, and he was also large. She tried to breathe, listening to his voice as he was groaning.
“You’re... tight…”
She held onto him tighter, pulling him in a little and catching his eyes.
“Slower,” she simply said.
Her voice came out clear like a demand, the first one she had formulated in years. Almost an order, at this unexpected time. Kairen, a bit surprised, obeyed without thinking. Gaging her reactions, he went at a slower pace, his back and forth matching Cassandra’s labored breathing.
She tried to get more comfortable with his hard member inside her, focusing on the better sensations and pushing the pain away. She was used to pain, she could handle it. But behind it now, something much more pleasurable was waiting, and she wanted to reach it. Kairen moved inside her, and she found herself slowly gyrating her hips to follow his rhythm, trying to share the control of their movements.
