to my knees, I crouch and watch her as she cries out again, her nails cutting into her arm as she starts to struggle, swatting at invisible hands. Growling, I tug on my chains, dragging them across the floor. I stop when I can’t tug the chains anymore, wanting to rip those bastards limb from limb for hurting this soft woman. With a growl, I concentrate on her again to see her mouth open in terror as she pants.
“It is a dream, little one,” I bite out.
She stops at my voice, her chest rising and falling rapidly, and the scent of blood hits me. She has hurt herself.
“Stop,” I order, and she finally quits thrashing.
“Come here, little one,” I demand, my voice a growl from me fighting my dragon, but she doesn’t seem to care.
Half asleep, she crawls over to me. I expected her to stop when she reached me, but without warning she climbs into my lap and curls up against my chest, pressing her face into the crook of my neck, and whimpering as her nails dig into my skin. I had always been a massive man, partly due to my dragon, and I am the biggest of all my blood. The human looks like a child curled up into my body. I find myself wrapping my arms around her softly, cringing as I try to be careful. There is too much strength in my body and I could easily crush her.
She digs her nails in deeper, like a kitten’s claws into my chest, and I find myself staring down at her. Reaching up, I brush away her hair as softly as I can. She curls into my hand and I cup her face, taking up the whole side of it, but she doesn’t seem to care. She will probably regret this when she wakes up in my arms, but that won’t stop me from making the most of it, even my dragon has settled with her in my arms. He is content to let me embrace her, watching her through my eyes.
Shifting her higher, I hold her in my arms as I walk back to my corner and shuffle down the wall, with my legs stretched before me as I settle her back into my lap. She wiggles in my lap, trying to get comfy, and I have to hold in a groan as she rubs her ass across my already hard cock. Blowing out a breath, I close my eyes, trying to stop myself from touching her more than I need to, but each soft brush of her breath on my collarbone, every stroke of her fingers across my pecs, and each wiggle against my aching cock, has me breathing heavier. My hands flex on my legs, cutting into the tattered material as I fight the need to stroke her soft skin, to see if she would make those quiet little noises if I touched her.
I wonder if she tastes as good as she smells, and I ache to find out if her musk would get stronger if I buried my fingers and tongue in her soft little pussy. It’s the worst torture, her wrapped around me as the time passes slowly. She snores softly at one point and I slant my eyes open, watching her. I can’t help but do it.
I want her.
I want this human.
But I can’t.
It’s safer for us all if she gets out of here now, before I swallow her whole and make her nothing but mine. Before I mark her body with my teeth and cock until she craves me, wants me, needs only me.
Dabria
I’m warm, like really warm. Like when you are sitting next to an open fire type of warm. Sweat drips down my back as I try to pull away, but something hard keeps me pressed to the heat. Grumbling, I struggle and try to get free, but when the heat moves, I freeze, cracking open my eyes to see skin, lots and lots of skin. Rolling my eyes upwards, I meet the black gaze of the chained creature, and everything comes flying back.
“I’m in your lap,” I point out stupidly.
He leans back against the wall, his arms wrapped around me and jostling me with his movement, while gently stroking my thigh. Something hard is pressed against my ass and it takes a minute for me to realise that hard length, like a fucking steel pipe, is his cock. Holy shit. My pussy pulses as heat shoots through