Chapter 224 - The hot-blooded tease (Patreon)

 “To give it to you straight, you fucking magnificent creature, I prefer to be at the bottom,” Thana told her sparring partner. “Call me Nathalia, Thana,” the dragoness instructed with a pleased grin; “And I will be happy to take the reins. For a start,” Nathalia straddled her legs over the smaller girls head and sat down, “you should please the victor.”

Thana started to lap at the crotch above her. Not that she had a lot of other choices, her whole face was covered by the dragoness’ crotch. “Mhm, inexperienced, you will have to do better than that,” Nathalia moaned as she looked down on Thana’s body in front of her.

“You have nice tits for a girl of your fun size,” Nathalia said and pinched the pale pink, slightly blueish, nipple of Thana’s breast. Rolling it between her fingers a little bit, Nathalia mockingly laughed when she felt Thana’s moans on her clit. “You really like being toyed with, cursing one. Do you also enjoy a little pain?”

Nathalia pulled the nipple upwards, the tit stretching in response. A gasp left the dragoness lips as the movements below her became a lot more enthusiastic. “A true masochist then. I don’t deal with your kind a lot, hard enough to find you,” she let go of Thana’s nipple, the nicely full breast jiggling back into its natural position.

Nathalia wore a smirk on her orange lips that quickly changed to an annoyed frown as she spotted Thana rubbing her own pussy. She got off Thana’s face by raising her hips enough to allow the bottom bitch to breathe. “It seems you need more discipling,” Nathalia told her. “The fuck am I doing wrong?” Thana panted, her voice hazy from pleasure.

A moan escaped her lips, Nathalia had roughly slapped her breast. “Is that the tone you use to address me? I am Nathalia, the fire of destruction. Speak properly, child,” the dragoness growled. “I -ahh,” Thana’s answer was interrupted by her gasping at another violent attack on her wonderful chest.

“Louder!” Nathalia demanded. “I need -aahh,” another slap interrupted her, and Nathalia clicked her tongue. “Start again. I want to hear a functional sentence from your whore mouth,” the red-head told her. “I need you to, oh fuck,” this time Nathalia pinched both of Thana’s nipples. “You need me to do what, Thana? Have you forgotten who you wanted to be in charge here? You don’t NEED anything from me, you will BEG me for what you want,” Nathalia spoke and pulled on both of her nipples.

“I BEG YOU,” Thana cried out, her voice spilling over with desire, “TELL ME WHAT I AM DOING WROOOOONG.” The blood mage had fingered herself so close to orgasm now. Her cunt was overflowing from the abuse she craved. “This,” Nathalia grabbed her hand before she could actually climax, causing Thana to whimper some words that were silenced as Nathalia lowered her hips again. The blood mage’s lips were sealed by the dragoness’ own eager sex.

“You don’t get to touch yourself, Thana; you are my bitch right now. You get to feel pleasure when I decide,” Nathalia let go of Thana’s nipples and instead gently cupped her tits and teased her nipples; “Gentle,” her left hand twisted the nipple between her fingers, “violent,” then she removed her hands totally, “or none at all. You don’t get to decide. Your pleasure is a reward for serving me, and right now an orgasm is nothing you have earned for yourself. Now eat my pussy and do it well, Thana.”

And so Thana did her best to counter her lack of experience with the enthusiasm only somebody at the edge of an orgasm could muster. The willing serfdom of a masochist that wanted to serve her mistress, Thana’s tongue penetrated deeply into Nathalia’s cunt. Enclosed by the hot, quivering walls, the blood mage ate her out like her life depended on it.

Nathalia made sure that this feeling stayed in place by abusing Thana just that little bit to keep her on the edge, to deny her the chance to calm down and lose her enthusiasm. Flicking her bottom bitch’s clit, Nathalia let out a drawn-out moan when Thana’s screams pleasurably vibrated against her pussy.

The dragoness raised her hips again. “You are improving. You may take a quick breath,” she granted Thana a moment of air. “Thank you,” the blood mage panted, having derived herself from getting any oxygen into her blood via her powers. Three breaths she was granted, then Nathalia descended again.

“You -hmh- are doing a fine job, Thana,” Nathalia bowed forward and slipped a single finger into her victim’s eager pussy; “Once you hear me scream you may cum yourself,” Nathalia purred, a second finger going inside, “not before that.”

With squishing noises, Nathalia started masturbating Thana with expert movements. Thana did her best to follow the instructions, shifting, her whole-body tensing, desperately trying to ward off this predator’s assault as she attacked herself. However, Thana had no chance to ever follow that order.

Thana’s body arched up in a climactic scream that saw her forgetting to eat out her mistress’ pussy. Still fingering her wildly, Nathalia made the whole situation worse with a knowing smile, and then Thana’s crotch exploded in a splatter of clear girl-cum that created wet puddles on the barren stone ground. The dragoness didn’t let up until the squirting finally stopped and Thana’s body went limp.

Nathalia’s face shifted into a stern mask and turned around, grabbing Thana’s hair with both her hands. “You are a bad girl,” Nathalia growled and forcefully pulled Thana’s face into her crotch. The breaths she had taken while her short-term mistress turned around had been the only ones she was allowed to take.

“I told you to cum when you heard me scream, did I scream?” Nathalia let go for just a moment. Thana’s head jerked backwards. Desperate for air, she gasped, “No.” “Correct,” the dragoness said in a judgemental tone, “yet you did it. You can’t disobey my orders like that, Thana. You will eat me out until I orgasmed twice, one for the one you owe me and another one as payback. You may breathe once you are done, not before.”

Thana’s eyes went wide, and she attacked Nathalia’s pussy relentlessly. The lack of air was burning her lungs by the time she felt Nathalia’s legs close tighter around her white-haired head. “Yes, little one,” the dragoness gasped, “keep going, send me over the edge. Yes, yes, YEEEEES, IN THE NAME OF FIRE!” Nathalia howled at the sky, her red hair shaking as she pressed Thana even deeper between her legs.

Sweet honey gushed from Nathalia’s pot as her climax sent electric currents through her nymphomaniacal body. “Ha, ha, ha,” heavy breaths, half-laughter, left the dragoness’ body as she calmed down; “What are you stopping for? You still need to make me cum once more, Thana,” she reminded her and gasped a moment later when Thana went to panicked work.

Nathalia forced herself to not cum immediately. Her oversensitive body was ready to just give into a stream of back to back orgasms, fuelled by her insane Libido, but her will to see Thana squirm for a little bit longer was stronger.

The desperate need for air turned Thana’s tongue into a sloppy mess, barely able to still do the job. With Nathalia’s sensitivity, barely was just enough. A second time she screamed out her lust, and then she finally let go of Thana’s head.

The blood mage loudly took a greatly needed breath. Face covered in Nathalia’s wetness, she gasped for air as aftershocks rippled through the dragoness on top. Not that mere aftershocks stopped Nathalia from continuing once she wanted something.

She changed positions, from straddled over Thana’s face to between her legs. Both their legs spread apart, Nathalia rubbed her sex on the leaking slit of Thana. After having been so long without stimulation of any sort, only asphyxiated and in erotical torture, worsened by her masochistic desires, that simple touch almost made Thana cum again.

“Did I give you permission yet?” Nathalia growled warningly, seeing Thana’s reaction. “N-no,” Thana stammered out, her words drenched in barely repressed perversion. Nathalia rotated her lips, the puffy flesh of their labias rubbing against each other with slick movements.

Thana let out miserable, pleading gasps, brows furrowed and the need for release reflected in her pupils. “Please, please let me cum,” Thana requested, “I fucking beg you.” A clapping sound echoed through the destroyed arena when Nathalia slapped Thana’s face. “Watch your tone, Thana,” she reminded her and then rubbed the blood mage’s clit with her thumb; “If you beg me, do it properly.”

“Pleeasssse,” Thana’s voice was a wreck just as much as her face was. Eyes swollen from the earlier lack of air, tears rolling down, her mouth covered in Nathalia’s juices and her skin was actually slightly flushed, the faintest bit of red in her usually so blue hue.

As miserable as she was, as broken as her plead sounded, the blood mage didn’t fail to betray her enjoyment with a perverted smile. “You are enjoying this too much, Thana,” Nathalia pointed out and attacked her clit with even more fervour.

The high-pitched, gasping moans of Thana reached a yearning high-point. “Cum for me,” Nathalia suddenly hissed. The moment Thana heard the first word, her body tensed up once again. Every single muscle, every fibre inside her small frame was on fire with passion that found its way outside in her violent outburst.

“FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK,” Thana’s favourite curse echoed through the arena, and this once Nathalia let it slide. The dragoness instead kept scissoring with the bloodmage, their pussies rubbing, their juices mixing together. Grabbing a leg as her hold, Nathalia nibbled at the blood mage’s pale skin. It was a painful bite but not strong enough to draw blood.

Thana just continued to scream out blasphemies, squirting over and over again. In a streak of quicker and quicker movements, Nathalia’s hands clawed into Thana’s leg as their crotches smacked together without any of the gentle rubbing.

Throaty groans echoed from Nathalia, still keeping her teeth on Thana’s leg, as her hips rocked back and forth with wild abandon. She was close, very close, then she was over the point of no return; her maw opened, and she joined Thana in a duet of debauchery.

Nathalia’s scream quickly became just a silent noise, her mouth an open O as her body was rocked with orgasmic waves. Thana kept screaming from the top of her lungs until the very end and she collapsed.

“What do you say when your mistress did you good?” Nathalia asked the blood mage after gathering her breath for a mere moment. Nothing beat the sexual stamina of the dragoness. “Th-than-Aaah,” Thana was interrupted by Nathalia painfully smacking her leg. The torment sent another jolt of pleasure through her, causing one last gush to spill from her pussy. “No stuttering,” Nathalia demanded.

“Thank you,” Thana pressed out and was then left behind lying on the floor. She could regain her stamina at any point she wanted, but she wanted to bask in the sweet exhaustion for a moment.

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