Pretty Painful by K.A Knight
Mishal
Iwatch the tiny human female as her breathing evens out and she…sleeps. Slanting my head down, I sniff at the air, drawing more of her sweet-smelling scent into my body. It fills me up, wrapping around my chest and squeezing, making my cock rock hard. What I said was true, I won’t touch her unless she begs, but fuck, I wish she would beg. In the last one hundred years I have spent in his hell, I have never wanted something so much…maybe not even before then. She smells alive and oh so fucking sweet, but humans are so easily broken, and with my dragon just barely controlled under my skin, the only thing keeping him back are the chains. I know I would break her in two with my need.
It has been a long time since they threw a female in here, maybe fifty years. They usually toss in men who they want dead or punished, and I am only too happy to oblige, taking out my fury on them when I wish I could take it out on the fuckers who keep me here. Like so many dragons, I had gone to rest, but unlike most dragons, my rest was interrupted. My tomb under my church, where they used to pray to me, was broken into, and my body was drugged before I could fully wake. I had been asleep for a lot of years and was confused and weak, they took that and used it. I was powerless, and now I am their prisoner. A fallen dragon god, their fucking toy. Oh, if my brothers could see me now, they would fucking laugh.
Seven gods, all born from the titans themselves to destroy, maim, and burn this earth to the ground. Only when we came of age, we decided we would rather rule it than kill it, so we turned and killed our parents, and took it for ourselves, but that was a millennium ago. The rest of my blood spread around the world like ashes, and the last I heard, they had grown weary of the years and bloodshed. The prayers and sacrifices in our name were non-existent. We had been forgotten and they hated that, so we retreated—all seven of us. It’s strange, but I miss them as much as I am able to. We were close in that we understood the immense powers and strain our mere existence cost. The seven gods of myths.
The god who tamed the waters to do his bidding.
The wolf who howled the moon down.
The sun god who lassoed the fire of the sun.
The nightwalker who tamed the darkness.
The changeling who tricked the world.
The warlock who spelled time and space.
And me.
The dragon who burned the world and rebuild it in his image.
Leaning back into the wall, my arms at my sides, I watch the tiny human sleep to pass the time. I observe the even rise and fall of her generous chest and trace her long, silky legs. I even find myself looking at her little painted toes as she curls into herself, her long, sun fire coloured hair wrapping around her body as if to conceal it from me or warm her.
I hear a hitch in her breathing and look back at her face to see she has turned it this way. Her eyes are scrunched together and her face is paling in terror. I can taste it from here, her bone-deep fear and pain. She whimpers, the noise rubbing against my dragon and making him roar inside my body, fighting to get out, fighting to get to her. I grunt as he claws up my insides, hurting me in the process, but I am used to the pain of him trying to free himself.
Getting 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.
