implements, along with small bottle of scented oil. “What you will be giving isn’t what you think. My pleasure comes secondary to what I want from you.”
She shivered at the thought of revealing more of her true power to him, but she couldn’t impress him enough otherwise. He was too full of himself, too powerful in his own right already. If she wanted to ensure he believed dominating her was worth his trouble, she had to give him a more powerful creature to dominate than a mere woman, even a goddess. Still, she would have to restrict what she showed him to more benign displays of power, like her breath and the transfer of energy. Nothing that would show her true form to him. She had to maintain some secrets, after all, and knowing that the dragon her people viewed as her pet was really her true form would not serve her purposes.
She picked up the small leather circlet she’d set on the table, sliding the looped thong on one side to widen the opening. The first step would be ensuring he didn’t accidentally spend himself before she wanted him to. She poured a bit of the oil in her palm, cupping it until she made her way back to him. She let it drizzle off her fingertips onto his hard cock for a second before slipping her oily hand over his swollen head and rubbing to distribute the fluid over his entire shaft and around his heavy sack.
Nikhil heaved a sigh and let his head fall back while she slid her palm up and down his length. His hips undulated in time to her stroking and she kept going, enjoying the accompanying pulse and swell of his aura with each slow pass of her hand. In a smooth motion, she slipped the leather ring over the head of his cock and tucked it around the base of his shaft, right behind his balls. With a sharp tug from beneath, she tightened it.
Nikhil let out a sharp cry, his head jerked up, and he stared first at her, then down at the binding that constricted the blood flow to his swollen member.
“What the fuck?”
Belah’s eyebrow and the corner of her mouth twitched in amusement. “Just a little help to ensure you last through the night.”
Though truthfully, she was growing more and more uncertain that she would be able to last. The familiar, empty ache that signaled she was dangerously low on energy had begun. It was akin to the lightheadedness she might feel if she hadn’t eaten all day and wandered near the kitchens when supper was being prepared. Except instead of lightheaded, she craved the fullness of being fucked and soaking up the resulting energy from her sated partner, and her skin itched with the need to shift and fly. The only thing that came close to calming her the way sex did was feeling the night air rush over her scales and beneath her wings.
She would have to last. Tonight was too important to let her hunger get the better of her.
Nikhil gasped and panted, still staring down at his cock, incredulous.
“How does it feel? Be honest.”
“Tight and … strange. I don’t understand.”
Belah chuckled. “You may be one of the most glorious and virile males I’ve ever met, Nikhil, but those girls who throw themselves at your feet and into your bed don’t know the first thing about true pleasure.” She reached down and allowed the tip of one sharp talon to extend from her fingertip. In plain view of his gaze, she raked it gently along the underside of his engorged penis. When she reached the crown, she scraped the gathered fluid that hung in a creamy droplet onto the dark hook of her claw and raised it to her mouth. She darted her true-shaped tongue out, the forked tip of it capturing his essence while he watched.
She closed her eyes, savoring his tangy flavor. Her eyes flickered again as her vision shifted to observe how his aura changed from witnessing the little revelations she gave him.
“What are you?” he asked, his throat tight with confused tension.
“I am your goddess. If you survive a night with me, then you will be truly worthy of dominating
She shivered at the thought of revealing more of her true power to him, but she couldn’t impress him enough otherwise. He was too full of himself, too powerful in his own right already. If she wanted to ensure he believed dominating her was worth his trouble, she had to give him a more powerful creature to dominate than a mere woman, even a goddess. Still, she would have to restrict what she showed him to more benign displays of power, like her breath and the transfer of energy. Nothing that would show her true form to him. She had to maintain some secrets, after all, and knowing that the dragon her people viewed as her pet was really her true form would not serve her purposes.
She picked up the small leather circlet she’d set on the table, sliding the looped thong on one side to widen the opening. The first step would be ensuring he didn’t accidentally spend himself before she wanted him to. She poured a bit of the oil in her palm, cupping it until she made her way back to him. She let it drizzle off her fingertips onto his hard cock for a second before slipping her oily hand over his swollen head and rubbing to distribute the fluid over his entire shaft and around his heavy sack.
Nikhil heaved a sigh and let his head fall back while she slid her palm up and down his length. His hips undulated in time to her stroking and she kept going, enjoying the accompanying pulse and swell of his aura with each slow pass of her hand. In a smooth motion, she slipped the leather ring over the head of his cock and tucked it around the base of his shaft, right behind his balls. With a sharp tug from beneath, she tightened it.
Nikhil let out a sharp cry, his head jerked up, and he stared first at her, then down at the binding that constricted the blood flow to his swollen member.
“What the fuck?”
Belah’s eyebrow and the corner of her mouth twitched in amusement. “Just a little help to ensure you last through the night.”
Though truthfully, she was growing more and more uncertain that she would be able to last. The familiar, empty ache that signaled she was dangerously low on energy had begun. It was akin to the lightheadedness she might feel if she hadn’t eaten all day and wandered near the kitchens when supper was being prepared. Except instead of lightheaded, she craved the fullness of being fucked and soaking up the resulting energy from her sated partner, and her skin itched with the need to shift and fly. The only thing that came close to calming her the way sex did was feeling the night air rush over her scales and beneath her wings.
She would have to last. Tonight was too important to let her hunger get the better of her.
Nikhil gasped and panted, still staring down at his cock, incredulous.
“How does it feel? Be honest.”
“Tight and … strange. I don’t understand.”
Belah chuckled. “You may be one of the most glorious and virile males I’ve ever met, Nikhil, but those girls who throw themselves at your feet and into your bed don’t know the first thing about true pleasure.” She reached down and allowed the tip of one sharp talon to extend from her fingertip. In plain view of his gaze, she raked it gently along the underside of his engorged penis. When she reached the crown, she scraped the gathered fluid that hung in a creamy droplet onto the dark hook of her claw and raised it to her mouth. She darted her true-shaped tongue out, the forked tip of it capturing his essence while he watched.
She closed her eyes, savoring his tangy flavor. Her eyes flickered again as her vision shifted to observe how his aura changed from witnessing the little revelations she gave him.
“What are you?” he asked, his throat tight with confused tension.
“I am your goddess. If you survive a night with me, then you will be truly worthy of dominating
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