Dragon's Tale 22

 I couldn’t help but smile as I followed Elva into the pantry, which required me to take the stairs down. Even the subtle movement of my assassin didn’t change my mind, not when a voluptuous blonde awaited me at the other side of the door. 

Still, I stood in front of the door for a moment, drawing several runes in rapid succession, and they glowed for a moment before fading away. I looked at them like a painter who just created his masterpiece, fascinated because before my ascension, powering these runes would have taken at least ten minutes, and would have left me panting in exhaustion. 

Satisfied with the trap, I added one last rune to hide its magical signature before opening the door and slipping inside the pantry. “Hello, beautiful,” I said with a smirk. 

“Can I help you?” Elva asked, but considering a couple of extra buttons were removed during her walk, it didn’t exactly imply being hard to get. I couldn’t help but lick my lips at this young local beauty, sexy enough to make my mouth water. 

“Yes,” I answered, increasing the pressure of my magic with every step, entertained by the way her arousal rose to match every raise. I pointed at my bulge, and her eyes flicked down, widening enough to show her appreciation. “Do you want to start here?” 

She flushed, barely able to keep still under the combined assault of my magical presence and my erection. She licked her lips. “You think that just because…” she started, but the heat of her first word was quick to fade away, and we reached the fifth word, she fell silent. 

“Yes, I think that,” I answered confidently even as I closed in the distance. Her arousal was already obvious, and I only had a few minutes before my assassin dropped by and triggered the trap. I didn’t have any time to waste. “Now, come and handle it,” I said and sat on a crate just a foot away from her. “Of course, you can refuse, and I can turn and leave. I don’t have much time. I’m going to leave in an hour, so this is your only chance.” 

“I don’t-” she started, but I immediately started standing up. She dashed forward, her hands on my shoulders. “Wait a minute,” she added enthusiastically, before murmuring. “I guess … we can do it.” She took a deep breath. “It’s my responsibility that you have a good time, especially after that horrible attack.” 

We were both aware that the attack was nothing more than a momentary entertainment, but if she wanted to use it as an excuse to get herself going, who was I to argue… “Excellent, then take my cock out of my pants,” I ordered with a sharp tone. Since my transformation, I was feeling the urge to act more domineering, and while I had to take care of Astrid and Lillian, ensuring that their mood was accurate, the same wasn’t the case for this tasty side piece. 

She looked shocked, looking whether she heard it right? "Pardon me?" she gasped, beginnings of an outrage coloring her tone.

"You heard me, I said take my cock out of my pants--now!" I repeated. I was even quieter than the last time, but the aura of command was unmistakable. 

“You can’t be serious,” she stammered in shock, but her buckling knees was a better answer. 

I decided to reinforce my message. “You have five seconds. Either obey or leave.” I was threatening to kick her out of her own pantry, but from the trembling —and aroused— the expression on her face, I was willing to bet that she had forgotten that particular nugget of information. 

The emotions danced on her face, outrage and self-respect suffering under the merciless assault of her arousal and her primal desire to fulfill the needs of the stronger presence. She was transparent as she considered her alternatives, but in the end, there was only one option. She crouched down, her fingers trembling as they found the button of my pants, and slowly revealed my shaft. I expected the rustling of the fabric to be the only emotion in the room, but her gasp caught me surprised. 

“Underwear as well,” I reminded her, but she stalled for a second, caught surprised by the continuing growth of my bulge. 

“It’s still growing,” she murmured in fascination. 

“Of course it does,” I answered with a smug smile. “Why don’t you act quick and catch it before it gets bored and goes back to sleep.” 

She tried to send an angry gaze, but once again, it barely lasted a second. She reached for my underwear and pulled it slowly. Her breath quickened as my shaft was finally revealed with all its glory. She was hesitant as she wrapped her hand around it, her fingers not meeting around my girth. 

“Suck it!” I ordered, and despite my dismissive tone, she immediately followed my command, leaning forward and capturing the first few inches necessary, covering the head of my shaft with her beautiful lips. She struggled with the size, or at least, that was what I assumed the sudden mumbling was about, but that didn’t prevent her blue eyes from shining in enthusiasm. 

“Not a bad start, but swallow more,” I ordered, and she tried to follow my order, even when the crown hit the entrance of her throat. Her mouth opened wide, enough to cause her some discomfort. “Excellent work, slut,” I ordered. “Now, go even deeper. I want your throat around my shaft, like you’re nothing but a common whore. 

This managed to rouse her anger, to the point that she tried to pull back, but I was ready. I grabbed the back of her head, and pushed her down, invading her throat, leaving her nothing but gag and slobber helplessly, trying not to choke.” 

"Excellent," I said. "Suck it, suck my monster cock with those pretty ruby lips. You like when I use you as a slave, don't you, whore? I've seen you look at it. Admit it, you wanted to suck my cock the moment I walked in the bar.” 

She moaned, which barely sounded like disagreement, though if she was unhappy with my insults, neither the way she was sucking my cock nor her pleasure-filled eyes gave an indication of it. She seemed to like my insults. 

“Let’s see your assets, whore,” I said, more than happy to continue the trend. I reached down and placed my hands on her large breasts, even the rough texture of her poor-quality top unable to distract from her softness. She moaned, her mouth tightening around my shaft, for a moment, making me afraid of her teeth, but luckily, she managed to control herself. I grabbed her nipples, twisting them freely, each turn making her moan harder, even when I squeezed hard enough to hurt. 

She was definitely a rare find. 

I was tempted to rip her blouse clean off her body, but considering she had to walk through a crowded room full of horny men, I decided to take mercy, and instead quickly unbuttoned her shirt, leaving her naked breasts underneath without any kind of support. I let her open shirt on her body, sinking my fingers on her beautiful breasts instead, earning a desperate moan from her. I squeezed hard enough to leave my mark, uncaring whether she had a husband or boyfriend she had to hide them from. Her clothes were the full extent of my mercy. 

However, from the moans that rose as I mauled her large, milky breasts mercilessly, twisting her naked nipples, it didn’t seem like she had a problem with it. The mixture of pleasure and pain working excellently on her, to the point that she looked closer to a climax than I was. 

That would not do, I suddenly decided as I let her go. She pulled away, trying to breathe, and I used the opportunity to slide her shirt off her body, but not completely. When it forced her arms behind her back, I twisted her shirt, turning it into a primitive chain, immobilizing her hands behind her back. 

“That’s too much-” she tried to say, but her complaint died early —replaced by another moan— when I grabbed her hair and painfully forced her to stand up, and pushed her against on top of a crate. 

“Are you sure?” I asked even as I pushed her skirt up, revealing her great ass and wide panties. Unlike the rest of her clothes, she didn’t need her panties to walk across the room, so I ripped them off mercilessly, stuffing them into her mouth instead, despite her indignant huff. Somehow, I once again managed to trigger her. Pity that it was too late. 

Still, as she bent over the crate, she was obedient, and gushing uncontrollably. Her emotions were clearly out of control, unable to understand how some light flirting was about to turn into merciless fucking. “You need better underwear,” I mentioned absentmindedly even as I watched her shiver against the cold surface of the crate —the pantry was rather cold. 

When I slapped her ass hard, she just moaned, proving that she had already accepted the new balance of our temporary relationship. “Excellent,” I murmured as I pushed inside her wet snatch, enjoying her tightness, even as I spanked her quivering ass once more. It was just too deliciously curvy to ignore.  

Despite her improvised gag, her cries were loud enough to make me glad for the thick walls of the pantry, though the echoes of my spanks on her bare ass were no less loud. And from the way she tightened with each slap, I was sure that she was enjoying the treatment immensely.

I picked up the pace, slamming harder and harder inside her, while I took pity on her, and started massaging her tender ass between spanks. 

When I reached and pulled her panties out of her mouth, she was too far gone to do anything other than moaning incessantly. “What a tight pussy,” I murmured in fascination even as I slammed inside her again and again. “Your husband is not using it properly?” 

“He went for a hunting trip,” she somehow managed to answer between her moans. “And we just married.” 

“Does he know what a big slut his wife is?” I asked even as I slapped her ass once more, but this time with a small twist. I cast the spell to clean and lubricate her backdoor, then slipped three fingers immediately, forcing her to cry loudly with unexpected pain. 

“Not here!” she managed to exclaim, but these were the only words she managed to utter as my fingers mercilessly invaded her tight hole, loosening it for the next move. 

“Not a chance sweetie, not if you don’t want me to stop, of course.” I chuckled when I pulled out and pressed against her puckered hole, only to meet with a pointed silence. “Just as I guessed,” I said even as I slammed inside her, enjoying her cries. She widened her legs to make it easier to take it, which was a rather hopeless task as I pushed mercilessly. She should be glad that I was decent in healing magic, because otherwise, I doubted that she could walk. 

“Damn, slut. This is your first time there, right. Your ass is far too tight to be anything else. God, it feels like you're going to take the skin right off my cock," I moaned as I pumped mercilessly. 

She didn’t cry, because she was far too gone to actually cry. She just breathed heavily, trying to contain the pleasure she was feeling without passing out. A whimper escaped when I grabbed her hair and pulled hard, just enough to lift her tits from the surface and started mauling them once more. 

Despite the pleasure, I frowned, because I felt the trap on the door getting triggered. “Horrible timing,” I murmured unhappily, taking a note to be extra rough in the interrogation. Luckily the trap was strong enough to keep him in place for a minute at least. 

I slammed into Elva with reckless abandon, her voluptuous body juggling beautifully with each beat. Already on the edge, that was enough for her to climax, and her sudden tightening triggered mine, and I filled her bowels with my seed. When I pulled out, she was moaning deliriously. “Good work, sweetie,” I said even as I cast a healing spell, pushing her even deeper into delirium, and pulled a gold coin from my pocket and put it next to her. She somehow managed to send an angry glare at me, annoyed at me treating her like an actual whore. 

“Take it as compensation for your ruined clothes,” I said as I slapped her ass one last time. “And you better fix yourself before someone comes down and sees the depths of your sluttiness.” 

With that, I turned and left toward the door, where I had just caught myself a proper target for interrogation.