Dragon 7 Chapter 18 (Patreon)

When we got back to the manor, Larisa disappeared, much to my disappointment.

“She’ll be back.” Pixie assured me as the two of us went back to my office. “By the way, since you’ve been slow to respond to the Highaen family, they’ve sent over a large stack of documents for you to look over.”

My lovely dark wood desk had a stack of papers that would up to my chin when I saw down. There were so many more interesting things in my office though than the bleached white paper.

The shelves were stuffed with magical books that my wives had stocked at no small expense. Some were pristine and new, Sabrina. Others were old, and likely expensive, Jadelyn. Others weren’t even in english, even getting so old they were on scrolls made of animal hide, no doubt from the Fae Queens.

I grunted faced once again with the stack of papers on the desk. “Punished for delaying. Sounds like something Tyrande’s mother would do.” Sitting behind my desk, I didn’t dig in immediately. Instead, I focused on Pixie as she perched herself at the edge of my desk.

She was yet another eye catching thing in my office. Pixie was lovely, something about the tan skin and the curly pink hair just made her seem so exuberant and lively. It caught my attention constantly.

Much more appealing than a stack of papers.

“My king?” She smiled. “You are looking at me quite hungrily.”

“You really are beautiful Pixie. Is this really what you want?” I asked, wanting to understand my assistant better. “You didn’t have to swear that oath after Nyske did.”

She slid off my desk and got in my face. Her eyes were like two shimmering pools of the bluest ocean waters. “Do I need to show you? Let go of my restraint and glamor you until you give me a child?” She kissed my cheek, trailing the kisses down to my jaw and then my neck. “Because I want you to breed me, fill me with your children, over and over again.”

This was a different Pixie.

I shuddered and pushed back from my desk, allowing Pixie to mount my lap. “I don’t really know anything about you. Nothing real.” It felt like a weak excuse, but it was true.

“You’ve asked nothing.” She popped one of her buttons and slipped my hand into her blouse to cup her amazingly pert breasts. “Tell me. What is it that the Dragon King desires to know?” She groaned as I played with her nipple.

This Pixie was serving herself up and I was starving. She lit a flame in me.

“Your past. Who you are? What do you like?.” I was having a little trouble focusing as I played with her. But I wasn’t lost in her the way glamor felt; she was holding back and letting me keep my wits about me.

Pixie chuckled into my ear. “I’m a nympho. There’s nothing I love more than sex. And I’m a fae, so my emotions are far stronger than even your dragon’s greed.” Her hand slipped into my pants. “I was raised among the nymphs of Summer’s court. When I was two hundred, I attached myself to Summer herself and was favored for my ability to see through court double speak to the truth.” Her hand was warm and soft as it wrapped around my rock hard cock. She began to gently stroke me.

“Then what?” I groaned as she played me like a fiddle.

“When Summer first heard of you, she, like every other fae, knew that it would be a race to see which side you picked. Those of us that were her best nymphs were selected and on call to come attend to you when you’d come. But you rejected her twice.” Pixie giggled and then kissed down my neck until she got to my buttons. I could feel her hot breath next to my skin as she skilfully undid the buttons with her mouth, working her way down.

My mind began swirling with what other secret tricks she might be able to do with her mouth.

She had transformed into a seductive little sexpot and I liked it.

My hand found its way into her bouncy pink hair and combed it, lightly pushing her down but letting her push back if she wanted.

Pixie looked up with a curl of her lips as she got to the bottom of my shirt and spoke into the hem of my pants.

She let go of my cock, leaving me wanting. “Then you finally came.” Her warm breath seeped down and it felt like it was wrapping itself around me. “As a nymph, one trained and already in one of the highest positions my people find, I had an opportunity. The opportunity to fuck the dragon king, to have him breed me.” Her voice was filled with need and only made me harder.

Her pink lips caught the button to my pants and pulled it apart before she caught the zipper and pulled it down with her lips.

Every motion of hers was fluid, practiced and filled me with more curiosity of what it would feel like when she finally put me between those lovely lips of hers.

She had my rapt attention.

It felt like I’d been freed from a cage as I sprang free, still wrapped in my boxers. But they weren’t wrapped for long as Pixie pulled them down.

She was no longer the professionally poised secretary. That mask was completely shattered, leaving a wanting and needy nympho.

“Pixie.” I groaned, pulling her closer.

“My king.” She kissed the tip, her words washing it with warmth and banishing the cold air. “I have worked long and hard to be here. This.” She licked me from balls to tip. “Is exactly what I’ve wanted.” She swallowed just the tip, slathering it in her saliva, sloppily and noisily sucking on it.

Oh. Yes.

Her mouth was working magic on me. Her lips and tongue worked in tandem to keep friction running around the edge of the head. Quickly bringing it to full attention.

“As long as you are my personal nymph, consider me an open tap.” I took off her glasses and set them on the desk, before I grabbed the back of her head. “But know I’m a dragon, and we can be a little insatiable. Careful what you ask for.”

Pixie smiled around me before responding by gently scraping me with her teeth, adding a little warning of excitement as she pulled off and let some of her saliva drip down over me. Looking up, she moved her hand down to pump me as she spoke. “As long as you are thrusting into me, I doubt you could be too rough for a nymph.” She snapped her choker with my gold coin on it as if to remind me.

I grabbed her head and pushed her back down, using my arms to drive her warm wet mouth over me again and again.

She felt so incredibly good. Not just physically, but she gave herself to me in the most depraved sense. She was my personal nymph, mine. The dragon in me grabbed her hair possessively and thrust her down on my cock.

Pixie moaned around me as I drove myself deep. She was a perfect sheath for me as I rapidly reached my peak and exploded into the back of her mouth.

She suckled me, ensuring she got every last drop before slowly pulling off, dragging her lips on my over-sensitive cock. “My king. You filled the wrong hole.” She pouted and rose, gesturing behind her.

Larisa standing in the doorway, slack jawed as she watched. “Umm. Pixie told me to let myself in earlier.”

“Of course. I got him ready for you.” Pixie tossed her hair and walked around my desk to grab Larisa and lead her over. “She wants you to put a little dragon in her. I know you have reservations about it, but you need to enjoy your dragonettes.”

This is what a personal nymph was like.

Larisa was wearing a silk little nothing dress with a white handkerchief tied around her neck, making it seem even thinner than normal.

She was so thin, so petite and so lovely.

Pixie handed Larisa off to me. Larisa looked a little uncertain, but she held her hand out, offering it to me.

I took it and helped her mount me on my chair. “I…”

Larisa put a finger to my lips. “Don’t say something stupid. I’m a woman of high pedigree, and know exactly what I’m doing. In many dragon harems, there are women who are not the focus. I’m content with that as long as you are.”

She positioned herself over my still wet cock, and I helped her ease down as she winced.

“You are tight.” I tried to keep her from hurting herself as she struggled to work herself down over me.

“Of course I’m tight.” She stated it proudly, continuing to push herself down onto me. “Enjoy it. I’ll be the tightest hole for you in your harem. You can savor stretching me out, filling me with child until I burst.”

I chuckled. “You are terrible at dirty talk.”

“Not my fault that I’m not some wild ass nympho like your secretary.” Larisa muttered as she let out a little gasp as I entered deeper, continuing to stretch her.

Pixie appeared over her shoulder and kissed Larisa’s neck. “May I help?”

“Yes. I’m too nervous.” Larisa agreed, and I felt a glamor fall over the white dragon as she moaned and instantly opened up, her sex flooding with her juices.

It was like a blockage had been cleared. She fell down onto me, spearing herself and throwing her head back with a moan. “You are all the way into my womb. Fill it.” She rocked on me gently at first, but then she started to go faster and harder with need. The next time our eyes met, hers were hazy and filled with lust. The glamor was gone though, this was what Larisa wanted.

“Larisa.” I was certainly turned on, Pixie had made sure of that, and Larisa was certainly keeping my attention as my nymph faded into the background.

Holding her hips, I pulled her up and down on top of me. “I believe I promised to push you up against the wall.”

I got up out of my chair, the motion making me spear her further. Then I pushed her up against the wall and pinned her before I started thrusting.

“My king.” She stretched out her neck. “Mark me. I am already yours. Even if you never touched me, no other dragon would do.”

I licked the spot and nibbled at it, teasing her. “Is that so? Maybe we should test that out.”

Larisa groaned and her hand slipped between us as she started to play with herself. “Wait.” She stopped, holding onto me with her other hand, trusting me to keep her up as she pulled at the knot on her handkerchief, undoing it and exposing her slim neck. “Mark me where everyone can see it.”

My jaw crackled a little at the prospect. “You’re sure?” I pumped into her hard enough to make her cry out rather than answer.

“Yes. Do it.” She let out more cries as I felt her quiver around me and she tightened around me. The friction was delicious, and I felt myself rapidly approaching my own peak.

I let my dragon instincts take over and my jaw seared with magic as I clamped down on her neck and tasted her blood. Then my magic burned my mark into her.

She quivered and cried out as she orgasmed, and I thrust roughly into her as I kept my jaws around her throat until I came into her.

Only once I’d had my release did I let up with a panting breath.

Larisa cupped my face. “My mate.” She said the words as her fingers traced my jaw like she was ingraining it into her mind.

I pressed her harder against the wall and bit at her neck and collar, marking her up. “My mate.” I let myself indulge my dragon instincts. “Sorry it took this long for us.”

“It’s okay. You’d be surprised how distant some dragon mates can be.” She replied, genuinely seeming not to mind.

Dragging her down to the ground behind the desk and seeing her surprised face, I smirked. “Did you think we were done?”

***

Larisa laid next to me on the floor. Our clothes were gone, and she was tracing my body with a finger. “My mate.” She had said that a number of times, and each time it brought a bright smile to her face.

“You realize given the blessing and the fact that we just went at it three times, there is a decent chance I’ll get pregnant. We are in my window.” Larisa seemed pleased.

I smirked. “Just make sure it’s a cute whelp.” Pausing, I ran my hand through her hair. “You’ve been growing it out.”

“Yes, you seem to like longer hair.” She shook it out. “It’s all messy now though.”

My mind wandered, a little bliss from the mating still giving me a nice calm. “What were you like as a whelp?”

“Trouble.” She laughed. “You’d think that would be Chloe between the two of us. But my mother spoiled me rotten, and I went through quite the rebellious period. Mostly in France. I’ve always been a fan of France, and I guess it fits. They do like to throw rebellions.”

“Chloe is going through that now.” I reminded her.

“Oh, no. Chloe just likes heavy metal music and concerts and dancing. She’s just lively, not so much rebellious. For the record, if you want to mate her, find one of her favorite bands and when they come into town, take her out and let her dance the night away first.” She poked me in the nose. “She’s still young. Doing her like you just did me won’t fly.”

I grumbled. “You make it sound like I did you a disservice.”

“No. Sex is part of life, part of love. There’s no reason I couldn’t skip a few steps and go right to it with you. It is another way to get to know each other, and I think we did it quite well if I’m honest. Now you are down here finally making some time to know me.” She smirked.

“Oh is that what the French think?” I teased her, happy to be getting to know her better. I never would have pegged Larisa as having spent so much time in France. “But getting pregnant after the first time is probably not great.”

She kissed my nose. “I’m happy to tell you more about me. I know everything about you. We dragonettes have been following your every step. And I may learn more. Now I get a cloak in the golden plushie society.”

“Oh. You did it for a cloak?” I teased her, finding her thin waist and pulling her close.

“Just a perk. I did it for you.” She paused and kissed me again.

I savored her a moment longer before a knock on the door interrupted us.

“Oh good. You aren’t mid sex. Dinner in ten. You might want to get cleaned up and dressed.” Pixie poked her head over the desk.

“Shit.” Larisa jumped to her feet and picked up her shredded silk slip and her white handkerchief. She paused with a hand on my desk. “We should do this again, my mate. It was lovely getting to know you.” She smirked when she said ‘my mate’ again and then danced off.

“You look like a satisfied dragon.” Pixie perched herself on my desk, back to the sexy but strict secretary look.

“And you look like a smug nymph.” I teased her. “Did you know that Larisa was so okay with sex to start a relationship?”

“Of course. I’m not just here to make your calendar. I’m here to make sure you keep your harem happy.” Pixie recrossed her legs, giving me a flash of something blue beneath her skirt.

I rumbled as I got up, comfortable with my nakedness. “Maybe I should mark you.”

Pixie smiled but put a hand to my chest. “I’ll follow fae customs. Until you get me pregnant, we won’t marry. For now, I’ll just content myself with riling up the dragon king until he pins his women to the wall.” She glanced at where there was a firm buttprint on the wall, where I’d had Larisa for two rounds.

“Well, in that case, let me get dressed for dinner.” I tipped Pixie’s chin up with a finger and kissed her, letting my tongue slip into the mouth and taste her sweet breath.

Pixie blushed and glared at me as I stepped away. “Oh. If you think you are going to start a war of teasing, you have started one with the wrong girl.”

“Just no glamoring me.” I waved a finger.

She snorted. “I’ll have you begging to thrust up into me in no time. Now go get dressed. Dinner can’t go late or the Golden Plushie Society will start late and I’ll be in trouble with Jadelyn.” She shooed me through the portal that led to my bedroom.

AN - I'm not just teasing you, there's a Golden Plushie Society chapter in here somewhere.