As Randon removed his lower clothing, revealing his large, erect member, Velteer tried to avert her gaze. Realizing the futility of it, her face flushed red, and she closed her eyes in a futile attempt to block out what was happening.
"Now we're even," Randon said with a smirk.
"Pervert. Freak. Exhibitionist!"
"Heh, let's see who's really the freak here," Randon chuckled darkly, stepping closer to Velteer with deliberate calm. Her heartbeat sped up as he approached, her mind racing with countless thoughts of what he intended to do.
Randon slowly wrapped his arms around Velteer, holding her tight. The sensation of his length pressing against her soft, pale skin sent a shiver through her. It throbbed slightly, radiating warmth as he inhaled deeply, breathing in the fragrance of her snowy white hair.
"You smell divine," he murmured.
"Y-you..." Velteer's eyes trembled before widening in shock, her pupils dilating as her breath caught in her throat.
A rough, work-worn finger slid between her legs, pressing into her most sensitive area. He pushed it deeper, moving it around as he went.
"Mmmph!" Velteer let out a soft moan, unable to hold back. Randon smiled, enjoying her adorable reactions, and added another finger. Inside, she was warm and wet, her body betraying her as she grew more sensitive by the moment. He moved his fingers in and out, rubbing them inside her.
"Ahh... please, stop. Stop it now," Velteer tried to say, her eyes clenched shut. But as Randon thrust his fingers in harder, her body jerked in response, her large breasts bouncing in tandem with his movements, driving him to tease her even more.
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
Randon ignored her pleas, increasing his pace until obscene sounds filled the room. Velteer's body jerked and trembled in time with his thrusts. She fought desperately to stifle her moans, but they slipped out regardless.
'I can't take it anymore. Someone, please... someone get me out of this,' Velteer thought in despair, her expression giving away her distress. Randon smiled, leaning closer to her, his lips parting.
Velteer felt as if she was under a spell, her own lips parting slightly in response. Before she could comprehend what was happening, Randon pressed his lips to hers in a deep kiss. Their tongues met, and they kissed passionately, each struggling to catch their breath. Both of their faces were flushed, though their eyes told different stories.
The hunter had become the hunted, while the proud dragon had become prey. Velteer felt a confusing mixture of shame, fear, and something else she couldn't quite name. More concerning than anything was that her heart seemed to be betraying her.
'No... I can't. I'm a proud White Dragon. I can't let this human disgrace me any further... but my strength... it's fading.'
"How does it feel? It feels good, doesn't it?"
"No... you're just confusing me. This isn't coming from my heart," she managed to say, her voice trembling.
"Say whatever you want, dragon girl. Just look at yourself. The second I started playing with you, you couldn't stop dripping all over my hand. Even if you resist, your body is honest."
"Nonsense... I've trained for hundreds of years to resist everything. No matter how much you touch my body, I'll never give in."
"Sure, but you've never trained to resist pleasure, have you?" Randon sneered. Velteer's face paled, fear and uncertainty gripping her as she tried to anticipate his next move.
Suddenly, he withdrew his fingers. Velteer felt a strange sense of loss, as if something important had just been taken from her. Her lips trembled as she stared at his handsome but dangerous face, her lower body growing even wetter.
Randon pressed his thumb against her chin, lifting her face slightly before leaning in. Her silver eyes looked unfocused, almost like she was drunk, a small, defeated sound escaping her throat.
His large, firm length rubbed against her inner thighs, and as soon as it brushed against her most sensitive spot, a jolt ran through her body.
"Ahh..." Velteer moaned softly.
"See? You can't control your body's reaction. Your nipples are hard, your body is sensitive. I wonder how you'll react once I put it in?"
"Y-you're a pervert."
"Maybe, but you're the one who's really enjoying this. In fact, I think I'll call you 'little dragon' from now on, because you look so lovely and radiant when I play with you."
"Bastard... you're a filthy, lowly human."
"Let's see how long you can keep talking," Randon said, moving himself against her, teasing her entrance without fully entering. Each time he brushed against her, Velteer felt a mix of fear and arousal, a tormenting sensation as he refused to go further.
"You're really going to do this to me? Don't you think it's wrong?"
"Male dragons rape human women all the time, and afterward, they either eat them or leave them for dead in the wilderness. If dragons do that to humans, why shouldn't I do the same to a dragon?" Randon whispered in her ear, making her entire body shudder.
With that, he thrust forward, the head of his length pushing into her warmth. Velteer's silver eyes rolled back as she let out a pained moan.
"Ahhh! It's... it's inside me."
Randon smirked as her body shook. He didn't give her much time to adjust, pushing deeper inside her.
'So tight, so warm... even if this is my first time too, it feels amazing,' Randon thought as he moved slowly, savoring every moment.
"Ah... why does it feel... different now? It hurts less..."
"Looks like your healing is faster than I expected. Must be because you're a dragon," Randon said, grinning at her. With that, he decided he didn't need to hold back anymore.
Thrust, thrust, thrust.
"Ah! Please, stop! You're going too fast!"
"Feels good for me, Velteer. Doesn't it feel good for you too?"
"N-no... I hate this. I want to die. How could you do this to me? Just kill me."
"You're so beautiful right now. Don't talk about dying. Let's enjoy this together," Randon whispered, kissing her neck. Her scent was intoxicating, as sweet as flowers, and impossible to resist.
He felt himself swell even larger, throbbing inside her. Each thrust eased her pain, replacing it with growing pleasure, drawing her deeper into another world.
Randon grabbed her hips, lifting them slightly to give himself better leverage. His primal instincts took over, thrusting harder, hitting deeper than before. Velteer could feel herself losing her grip, her very spirit slowly being eroded by him.
"Ah, why is it so hot? My whole body feels like it's burning up... take it out. I can't take it anymore."
"But you seem to like it. Your body reacts so beautifully every time," Randon teased, his voice filled with satisfaction.
"You're lying..."
"How about this position then? Can you feel it better?" Randon asked, adjusting her again so he could see her breasts bouncing with each thrust, her face showing her conflicted emotions.
"Ahhh..." Velteer moaned, her hands struggling against the ropes binding her, desperate to escape. But it was useless.
"It hurts when you do it like that..."
"Heh," Randon chuckled, squeezing her breasts as he continued to thrust. It all felt surreal, like a dream.
"My head... my mind feels blank. You keep doing whatever you want with my body, and it's making me lose myself. I swear I'll get you back for this."
"If you fight back, I'd be happy. I'll just put you down again," Randon taunted, pressing his lips against hers once more. This time, Velteer didn't resist, letting him explore her.
'Oh no... I can't take it anymore. I'm losing myself too,' Randon thought as well, his control slipping.
'You stupid human, this is the third time you've kissed me. No, no, no... I'm a dragon. I can't submit to a human. Resist, Velteer. Just hold on a little longer.'
"You know, you shouldn't try to resist," Randon whispered, making Velteer look at him in confusion. How could he know what she was thinking?
"It's written all over your face. Right now, you just want to let go, don't you? But your pride as a dragon won't let you. It's okay. It's just you and me here. Right now, you're mine. I'll protect you."
"Shut up... protect me? Keep dreaming."
"I'm almost there, Velteer."
"W-what?" Velteer's ears perked up, and Randon began thrusting faster. She felt overwhelmed, her head shaking as she tried to reject what was happening.
"You're going too fast! If you keep going, I'm going to..."
"Do it," Randon whispered, increasing his speed, his voice filled with desire.
"I'm going to... ah, I'm going to come!" Velteer cried out, her entire body trembling. Randon didn't slow down, his thrusts driving both of them to their peak.
"Yes, yes!" Velteer moaned, her body convulsing as she reached climax. Randon followed, his hot seed spilling deep inside her. She let out a final cry, her body giving in completely.
"I'm... going to lose my mind..." Velteer's silver eyes rolled back, hearts practically visible in them as her body slackened in exhaustion, her breathing slowing as her temperature dropped.
Randon pulled out, his body slick with sweat, gazing down at Velteer with a sly smile.
"From now on, you're mine."