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“You may find you like this, pet,” he chuckled, seeming to enjoy her embarrassment.

“I don’t think so,” Mika moaned. Casimer wasted no time in introducing the tip of the plug to her bottom. She cursed inwardly, wishing she’d never made the comment about the tail. This king was a deviant ready to take inspiration from anywhere, so it seemed.

“Now, relax, my pet,” he soothed, running one hand over her bare cheeks. “It will slip in much more easily if you do not tighten your bottom.”

She could hardly believe it was happening, but she managed to somehow surrender to the moment. Casimer’s murmurs of praise made her blush as he worked the plug into her ass, toying with her in a place she had never imagined she would be touched.

The pliable rubbery tip passed through her sphincter quite easily, but the widening shaft was not so simple to take. As much lubricant as was spread upon the king’s tool, Mika whimpered and moaned as it was pushed inside her with an insistent pressure.

“Settle and breathe,” Casimer commanded. “You are holding your muscles too tight.”

“That part of me isn’t made for big things to slide into,” Mika complained, her fingers grasping at the sheets. She was surrounded by riches, lying against the most luxurious silken sheets she had ever touched. She should have been feeling cosseted and cared for, but the thick probe spreading her anus wide left her feeling small and vulnerable and more than a little sore. Casimer knew how it would make her feel. It was part of his ongoing campaign to humble her and make her feel as though she were little more than a human pet. The dragon king firmly believed that her blood made her lesser than others—or perhaps it was simply that she had failed to give him proper respect in the beginning.

Everybody in the palace treated him like he was practically a god. Mika had met several kings in her lifetime. They weren’t that special. They put their pants on one leg at a time just like everybody else… but that was back on Earth, where monarchy was a relic. Here, in the dragon realm, Casimer’s power did seem to be absolute. Nobody was going to rescue her from the dragon king’s grasp, and as his fingers slid over her erect clit, she wasn’t sure she wanted to be rescued.

He kept her on the border between pride and humiliation, lust and love, pain and pleasure. With him, she found her body and mind going in separate directions. Mentally she rejected all notion of being a pet. Physically, she could feel herself beginning to submit to him. Her anus was spreading more easily around the thick intrusion and he was beginning to slide it in and then a little way out and then back in again. Her bottom was being taken with the thick rubbery shaft, and there was nothing she could do about it.

“Keep your hands on your bottom,” he purred. “Keep your cheeks spread for me, my pet. You can close them when your tail is nicely nestled where it should be.”

Mika blushed furiously and let out a little moaning groan as he strummed her clit. Casimer knew just how to play her body. He knew how to arouse her, how to make her willing to obey him. There was always the threat of punishment of course, but it wasn’t that threat that made her kneel there with her bottom spread for him. She was doing it because it felt good to submit, even to this very embarrassing treatment that was going to leave her with a round fluffy tail much like a bunny rabbit.

“It’s cute,” he said, “this little tail sitting between the curves of your cheeks. How does it feel, pet?”

“It feels…” She paused before answering. She knew there was real risk of serious trouble if she taunted the king, and yet there was a rebellious streak inside her that still existed in spite of all the training she had been subjected to. “It feels cuter than a dragon tail,” she smirked. “At least I don’t have a long leathery tail to drag around behind me.”

“We do not have tails in our walking forms,” Casimer admitted. “And when in our dragon forms, our tails help us to navigate the skies. They have purpose to their form, unlike your cute little tail, which is only in place to remind you of what you are to me. You are an adorable pet, Mika, but though your walking form is superficially like ours, you are not as we are.”

Something about the way he said those final words was like a barb in Mika’s heart. Not as they are. No. She wasn’t like them. And she was damn happy about that.

“I’m glad,” she shot back, offended. “I’m glad I’m not like you! You’re all arrogant and sort of cruel and you are afraid of everything you can’t control, so you’re dominating me to try to make yourself feel better. Well, making me your pet doesn’t change the fact that there are six billion people on the other side of whatever invisible wall keeps our worlds apart, and they’re all better than you.”

Casimer drew a sharp breath between his teeth. His pet had not been subdued by the tail at all. If anything, it had sparked her naughty temper. Well, he would soon show his pet what disrespect earned her.

Casimer was not used to being antagonized. She was right in that most people were too afraid to earn his wrath. He knew why she was not. It was because if anyone else spoke to him the way this spoiled Earth brat did, the punishment would not have been a spanking and a tail and all the orgasms they could take. It would have been a lot more painful, and a lot more public.

He was being too soft with her. That was the problem. And there was a greater problem. He did not want to be harsh. He did not want to hurt her. When her skin bloomed pink beneath his palm it was beautiful, but the thought of anything more than that turned his stomach. He, a king who had fought many wars, who had personally punished hundreds, if not thousands of deserving subjects over the course of his lifetime, was reduced to petting and cosseting this young woman. And now she was sitting on the bed, a tail firmly lodged in her bottom, speaking to him in tones of such disrespect, he could never allow anyone else to hear it.

“You are going to be gagged,” he informed her, pulling a silken tie from the bottom of the same box in which the tail had been stored. “Your tongue is impulsive, and you have little interest in controlling it. I will give you some.”

“You’re afraid of what I have to say.”

“I am not afraid of a single thing you have to say,” he corrected her. “But you speak without thought. And, as you said, a pet does not speak.”

He picked up one of the silken wraps he had to hand and twisted it a few times before sliding it between her teeth. She resisted, of course, but her resistance was rather feeble. All he needed to do was hold her nose and she opened her mouth more than wide enough to slide the gag in. As his rebellious pet squirmed, Casimer wrapped the silk about her head, making sure she could breathe easily, but also ensuring that there was no way at all for her to speak. The silence was quite a relief. Her bold statements of rebellion were becoming as tiresome as they were repetitious.

“Much better,” he said. She responded with a little growl, which did not concern him overly. It was actually rather endearing.

“Until you learn to behave with some respect, this is how you will live,” he said. “I will keep the tail in much of the time to remind you of what you are, and the gag certainly makes life more pleasant for those around you.”

With that, he bent her so that her sex and ass were exposed and began to make free with her, slapping her round cheeks, fingering her tight little slit, and tugging at the tail for good measure. It was a flurry of sensuality and discipline, both of which she needed desperately.

As the dragon king punished every part of her tender nethers, Mika’s hips arched and she let out a series of soft cries through the gag. He had absolute power over her. There was nothing she could do to stop him, no matter what he did, and yet what he seemed to prefer was to pleasure her, even when punishing her. The slaps were hard enough to make her cry out, but they sent shocks of heat through her pussy, which clenched against the hard digits thrust inside her tender canal.

She wasn’t sure how to understand how incredibly safe and protected she felt, even now, gagged and with a tail pushing inside her bottom, fingers stretching her pussy, and a hard hand meeting her ass. Perhaps it was how patient and determined he was. No matter what she threw at him, he had some equal measure to stop her. He never lost his temper, never seemed to become frustrated. He simply handled her another way. Right now, he was handling her at the limits of what she could take.

The tail plug plunged in and out of her bottom and the king’s fingers plunged inside her pussy over and over. She was being taken in two holes at once by two thick intrusions. She could not have stopped herself from coming even if she had wanted to. It was too much: the plug, the tail, the gag, the total and utter control he had over her body, her mind, her very existence.

She was his… she was his pet… she came to acceptance in the middle of the most crashing orgasm she had ever experienced, in which her entire body seemed to dissolve into a torrent of pure ecstasy.