Chapter 8

MADELINE

As Lochness reaches his climax, I take in what he offers, then pull away, wiping my lips with my wrist. I find myself looking beyond his still rigid arousal, my gaze landing on my mate. He’s reclining, curious about my next move.

He remains silent, a departure from his usual habit of barking orders or threatening punishments if I step out of line. But this time, I’ve done everything right and he seems almost spellbound.

I shift, moving over him, my eyes drawn to his perfect lips—harsh like Hael’s but less expressive as he waits for me to falter in my submission. I’ve risen from the floor, straddling his divine, flawless body. I lean in, pressing my lips to his, and he responds with a smile.

“God-like?” Lochness murmurs against my lips, a mix of amusement and pleasure in his voice. He reclines, arms folded behind his head, soaking in my flattering thoughts.

“Sky God. That’s what your kind are—as Twin Dragons,” I continue, praising Nessy. “Blessed with majestic wings, terrifying fangs, and eyes that sparkle like jewels, sometimes with fire.” I touch just below his eyes, admiring his long black lashes.

“It’s ironic…that a small, insignificant human like me would be destined to be a Slayer of such titans…and now I’m just being used for your pleasure.” I roll my eyes at that, but when I search for his irritation, Nessy remains silent, hanging on my every word.

This level of interest from him is new to me. I plan to ride him, but now I decide to try something ~else~ first.

I sit up, my fingers tracing over his arms, down to his wrists. I grasp his hands, lifting them to my waist. Lochness takes over from there—sitting up to face me as I straddle his thighs, his arousal pressed against my stomach.

His hands tighten around my waist, his fingers digging into my warm skin. My hair cascades over my breasts and down my back, a wild tangle. “I like it too,” I whisper into his neck, avoiding his gaze as I run a hand over the pulsing heartbeat in his throat. “I like that when we’re together, I’m your entire world…”

At my words, Lochness’s hands lift me effortlessly, positioning me above his face as my core meets his arousal. As his grip loosens, I lower myself, wincing at his size. I never quite get used to the girth of my masters’ enormous members.

They’re truly out of this world—especially that part of them. I can see why they’ve had so many willing partners in the past. I am a unique case—starting off as a total brat.

I lift my hips and slide up his length, only to lower myself again. The pleasure it generates, resonates through my stomach and from my brand simultaneously, making my entire body instinctively want to quicken the pace. Usually, my mates are the ones in control.

But now, I’m the one taking charge, riding him hard and fast, rising and falling to feel him stretch me. I love it, I love it so much! I throw my head back, the pleasure continuing to build—

“~Slow down~, sad little love,” Lochness growls low, his arms wrapping around my back, pulling me into a tight embrace. He nips at my ear with his sharp canine, then looks up to see my panting, frustrated face. A minor punishment. But why?

“~Why~,” I gasp out, clenching around him, “and I’m ~not~ sad!”

One of his large, skilled hands runs up my spine, then he brings it around to my face, holding my jaw to keep me steady, while he gazes into my eyes with a fiery passion—he’s upset about something I did. Lochness is about to scold me—then punish me.

“You ~are~ sad, deep down. I never apologize to you. I’m sorry, Madeline. That I can be so harsh at times,” Lochness says with utmost sincerity. “Though I doubt I’ll ever stop teasing you…princess…~mouse~…~rat~. Whatever you are…”

Lochness feels me squirm and he holds me more still. “Does it really matter? I own you.”

“Mm.” I make a noise, trying to think of an appropriate response, while he’s leaning back onto the bed, pulling me down with him, so he can thrust into me from below. Of course, he has to take control.

“~My slayer,~” Lochness reminds me while he strokes my hair. He moves slowly and I bite my lower lip a little too hard—trying not to climax so quickly. “~Look at me~ ~when you climax,~ Madeline.”

His command sends a jolt of heat through me. I cry out in frustration as I feel my body moving with his, while he grabs my face again, holding my chin up so he can watch me.

I breathe erratically as I continue to clench around his cock which refuses to soften—he’s pent up and wants to go for hours. I can feel it in the way his strength keeps increasing, rather than easing up with me. “You’re too much sometimes for ~my~ pussy,” I whine and complain while holding his gaze, feeling particularly vulnerable while Lochness lazily continues to thrust into me, his other hand gripping my backside and keeping me in check.

“…don’t bother complaining about me mastering your body. I’m going to take you every day for the rest of your life. I don’t care if you cry about it,” Lochness teases me now. I nod even as I glare.

He spanks me once, catching me off guard and now watching me go limp with the brief pain. He releases my chin and I collapse onto his chest. I surrender as I feel my body turn to blissful jelly.

He rolls us over, so I’m on my back, and his hips press heavily into mine as my thighs fall open and my eyes close.

He’s still pounding into me, while the pleasure continues to wash over me, wave after wave.

I then feel him grab my wrists and pin them above my head, and this makes me open my eyes to see him right above me, watching me closely.

Lochness is beautiful, even when he’s inside me—he’s absolutely breathtaking.

I decide it’s time to end my little moment of submission. I need to release some built-up tension, even as my body moves in rhythm with his, matching every powerful thrust with a push of my own.

“Are you taking me home… after this… to Hael?” I ask him, trying to postpone another climax—because they’re becoming more and more intense. I don’t want to cry again today, even if it is from overwhelming desire.

“Why rush? Once we’re back, Hael will keep fucking your sore pussy, until you can’t walk,” Lochness says, earning a weak glare from me.

“So? I don’t care,” I whisper defiantly, acting like a spoiled child.

I am done playing nice.

I try, and now I am finished.

Finished for now.

“You don’t care when it’s him…or him and I…but just me…and you willingly become compliant, soft like butter. You’re my mouse, aren’t you? Because you’re scared of me.” Nessy is all torment now.

He’s done playing nice too, I think.

Or maybe he’s just mirroring my attitude.

It’s hard to tell.

It’s hard to think while my pussy is being ravaged.

“I am only nice to you…because Hael beat your ass…and I feel sorry for you, ha.” I start to smile when I see how angry this makes him.

So angry he stops fucking me and takes a moment to breathe in and out.

Is poor Nessy counting to ten?

I blink and sigh as I get a moment to relax under his command.

“I just didn’t expect Hael to care so much for a useless, pointless, ignorant slave,” Nessy growls from his throat. “I let him win.”

“Nessy? Fuck me,” I snap, “and shut up.”

Lochness immediately closes his mouth and tilts his head.

He looks angry for a split second before he starts to smirk, the wicked kind.

He releases one of my wrists to trail the back of his hand down my cheek. “You shouldn’t have said that…such disrespect… you know what’ll happen.”

“Punishment,” I suggest, “…even after I’ve been so good?”

Lochness gently wraps his hand around my throat. “It’s cute that you think you have any control.

You’re just a slave.

Behave for me.

I might reconsider whipping your ass red.”

“You’re welcome for the help with your wounds, you bastard.” I’m done playing with him. I hiccup on a breath, wanting to cry now as the surge in hormones gets the better of me.

No! I’m going to sob!

“A bastard or a God?” Nessy whispers over my mouth.

I have been avoiding looking at him, but I roll my eyes back around to see him inches from me.

He starts to fuck me again.

“Both,” I hiss.

Nessy leans down to kiss my breasts, his tongue first lapping across my skin, then his teeth, nibbling at the tip and biting down, tugging.

Oh, fuck.

I soon forget what I am angry about as his hands start to move over every inch of me, gently sending warmth through me, while he fucks me until he’s spent.

It’s too long to speak and think and to focus on anything but breathing.

The moments I get swamped by another rough climax, I’m just that – a perfect sex slave who just squeezes on his dick, over and over and over again.

I do manage a few “fuck you’s” mentally, though.

Every single time, he just replies with closer and harder thrusts, until our bodies are flush and his lips are sucking all over my throat, creating a ring of bruises for display when we leave here.

The warmth of him pressing his weight down on me makes me feel like we’ve become one.

By the time Lochness pulls out of my fully creamed pussy, I can’t move and I’m slipping into sleep.

I can’t deny I feel perfectly loved, my anger calmed, my body supple and relaxed as he drags me over to the pillows, so I’m more comfortable.

A fur blanket is pulled over us both and he cradles me into his front, letting me curl up into him and rest my head under his chin.

“Master,” I whisper through his head, one last time, feeling cheeky, “I am yours, Nessy…but still, fuck you.”

“Little rat,” Lochness growls over the top of my head, his nostrils flaring in my hair as he breathes in my scent.

His hand slyly moves between my legs, swatting my thighs aside, his ring finger sinks inside my pussy, swirling around as he fingers me a few times, coating the full length. “Now suck on this…”

Nessy puts that finger to my lips and I open my mouth.

Lochness slides it over my tongue, where I taste the onyx ring and his cum mixed with my cream.

I clean him off, enjoying it a little too much as my tongue swirls around and I suck.

Lochness removes his finger and wraps his hand around the nape of my neck, pulling me even closer to his torso while growling low over my head. “Fuck you too, sweetie.

Go to sleep tasting that owned pussy.

It’s mine.”

~Fine. It’s yours~, I give in with a whispered thought.

~Yes, it is~, Lochness’s voice drowns out my other thoughts in my head—and I realize he’s using his powers to push me to sleep faster. ~Rest, Maddie, for the little ones, no more talking; only sleep.~

~Sweet dreams…~ His menacing tone is laced with a deep love only mates feel for one another.

With that heartfelt goodnight, I happily obey.

With my ear to his chest.

I can hear his heartbeat, slow and steady and powerful.

I fall into the darkness of awaiting rest listening to that rhythm…

Nothing beats cuddling Nessy.