A Knight Broken Ch. 04

Just as she thought, the tail slowly sliding in and out of her soon awakened the pleasure that has subsided. Her thighs grew weak as her cheeks burnt with embarrassment; her damned body faltered against pleasure so quickly.

Despite Clara's best efforts, Kalis did not seem any closer to releasing. Instead, she approached her own climax as the tail steadily fucked her sensitive cunt. Her breathing was heavy as she tried hard to resist her instinct to buck against that tail, she had to bite down on her lower lips to stop moans from escaping.

Despair stinged in her heart. All her efforts to fight against becoming a brainwashed slave seems to be in vain. Her will seems insignificant in front of a monster like Kalius. What was the point in all this struggling? Let her traitorous body have its way then, since even her best effort was not enough.

Clara closed her eye and braced for the toe-curling climax, but it never came. Kalius withdrew his tail in the last minute.

Clara was both relieved and disappointed. Her cunt once again felt incredibly empty, but before she could decide how to react, Kalius grabbed her and lifted her up. He parted her legs, exposing her dripping wet folds that was still swollen and twitching.

"Look at you, you're soaked! What happened to not being a whore?" Kalius brought his tail up to show Clara how it was coated in her juice.

Clara could no longer deny it out loud. She turned her head away, ashamed. "What more do you want from me, Master?"

His hot tongue shot out to have a taste of her sweet juice, making her shudder at the heat. "I want you to keep going, little whore. I'll reward you when I see fit." He whipped her sore and sensitive flower with his tail, making her gasp from the sudden pain and the twisted jolt of pleasure it brought.

Kalius put her down with a wicked smile on his face, and Clara resumed what she was doing. She focused on the member slick with precum in front of her, and soon she began hearing that deep purring sound vibrating through Kalius' chest again. This could all end if she could just get him to release.

Just when Clara's mind started to wonder from her repetitive movement, she felt Kalius' tail poking at her again, which made her paused for a slight moment. Did her heart just jump out of excitement? She could no longer tell what she wanted; for this to end, or welcome that disgraceful climax she has been denied twice?

However, Kalius did not give her either outcome before stopping at the last second again. Clara almost protested out loud, until she realized he must be doing this on purpose. What could she do? Shamelessly ask him to keep fuckling her with his tail like a whore? Instead, she took a deep breath to calm down the fire in her body and kept going.

What kind of "Happily Ever After" do you think you'll have, having to carry the memories of the past few days for the rest of your short, pathetic life? You're dead to the world. Even if you escape, you'll have no family, no friends, no future. That voice reappeared. But Master, Master can give you true happiness.

Clara wavered. The voice was no doubt insidious, but it was no wrong. What was she holding out for? If escaping meant haunted by nightmares, always looking over her shoulder, always listening for the flapping of wings while she tried to start all over, was it really worth it?

This torture like teasing went on for a while, and Clara could not help but be amazed at the stamina and self control this dragon was displaying. He just sat there, eyes half closed, while she knelt in a pool of her own juice, almost on fire with the building desire and frustration. She clenched her legs, slightly moving her hip towards the tail's thrusting, but Kalius always seemed to know exactly when she was reaching her limit. On the fifth time he withdrew at that pivotal moment, a disappointing protest escaped Clara's mouth.

"Master!"

Kalius' eyes shot open. He looked down, his hot sulphur breath warming her skin. "Yes, little knight?"

"Please...just stop." On top of the liquor like cum eroding Clara's self control, the constant disappointment has slowly chipped away her remaining sanity, and she could not stop herself from begging out loud. As for begging for what, she was unsure. She only knew that she yearned for more.

"The magic word again! Why, little knight, you are making improvements towards being a proper slave! What am I supposed to stop doing?" Kalius played innocent again.

"The... the teasing!" Clara exclaimed.

"What would you have me do instead?" He turned around and came closer, his hot tongue flicking across her throat.

Thunder. The rain was pouring outside.

Clara shut her eyes; she was fighting a losing battle. Ever since she met this dragon, she has given up most of her dignity for survival, and a person without dignity has little else to lose. Besides, Kalius was right. More resistant would only lead to more suffering, and she was tired, for she does not see a light at the end of this dark tunnel. There was nothing waiting for her out there. Maybe it was better to forget Clara the Knight all together, and become Clara the Slave. Maybe being a mindless slave would be happier.

Yes, submit to Master. Let go of your past, and embrace this future.

"Please fuck me, Master." She quietly said, and she felt something in her snapped.

"You have to be more specific, little knight."

"Pleas fuck this little whore's tight cunt with your big dragon cock, Master." Clara has never said a more vulgar sentence in her life, but she was desperate.

"Happy to oblige." Kalius grinned. He knew he had won.

Clara felt Kalius' big hand pushing her down onto her back, then flipped her over. He snapped his fingers to manipulate the stone beneath her, making it rise to form a platform. It lifted her hip, and invisible chains appeared to force her legs to spread, exposing her red, dripping cunt.

Clara's heart pounded with anticipation as one of Kalius' hands pushed her upper back, locking her onto the ground. All she could see were the sharp white claws in front of her face, and felt the burning tip of Kalius member touching her labia. Then, it started slowly pushing forward. She gasped as she felt her tight walls parting to let it in, burning from both desire and pain as Kalius went deeper and deeper. She could almost visualize every scale that was scraping her inside. Inch by inch, he claimed her, both in body and mind. When he finally touched the end of her passage, all her senses melted away as she exploded into a mind blanking orgasm. Her whole body spasmed as she screamed out without any restrain. She knew there was no going back now.

"Good little whore." Kalius raspy voice whispered these words in her ear. He stayed still to relish the sensation of his member being gripped so tightly that it was almost painful, and the dazed look on Clara's face as she twitched under him was simply exquisite.

After Clara finally recovered from the intense orgasm, she felt exhausted, but Kalius was far from done. He went on to make steadily deep thrusts, only stopping at her cervix every time. As if Clara's body wanted to make up for the experience she missed, her over-sensitive cunt uncontrollably came again and again under the unrelenting pounding. Her pink nipples were rubbing on the rough stone floor, and her swollen walls clenching onto the hot, textured member felt like grabbing onto a burning pinecone with her bare hands, but that only made her climaxes more the intense as she was hit by both ecstasy and agony. All she could do was whimper as an embarrassing wet slapping sound started echoing through the cave.

Rain continued without any sign of stopping, as well as Kalius' rutting. Invisible chains were digging into Clara's skin, but she could barely feel them. On the eighth time she exploded in ecstasy, she barely had the strength to make a sound, and yet Kalius seemed no closer to his own release. She even fainted a few times in between, only to be woken up by a hard slap on her buttock, or an especially hard thrust.

"Please, Master. No more." Clara feared that she would simply perish if this went on for longer.

Kalius sighed. "We need to work on your stamina, little knight. Fine, say the right words and I might consider ending early."

Clara's ladened mind thought for a few seconds. "Please fill this whore's womb with your seeds, Master." She realized that she no longer felt shame saying these words, even a bit excited at the thought of it.

A deep chuckle came from above her. "Since you asked so nicely, little whore."

Kalius increased his speed, sometimes just drilling with the tapered head of his member, trying to force Clara's cervix to open. His instincts demanded him to release he seeds straight into a female's womb, and make sure none escapes, even though impregnation was impossible. Besides, he liked the way her belly rounds as she was filled with his essence.

Clara's already spent body gave in rather quickly, and Kalius hilted himself in one thrust. It was like he rammed right into her organs, and she could only let out a few wheezing sounds before instinct took over again. She came again as Kalius securely locked into her, seeing stars, and it just continued as she felt Kalius' burning seeds coating her womb, then filling her up.

"You are perfect, little knight, just perfect. Know this: I will never let you go." He lowered his head and growled in her ears. He knew he has successfully broken her.

Kalius closed his wings around them, drowning her in darkness. He grunted as his member jerked inside her, and reached down to feel how her belly grew taut, while his other hand applying absolute pressure on her back to make sure she could not even move a muscle, even if she wanted to. Clara's mouth hung open like a fish fresh out of water, Kalius' words barely reached her mind. All her muscles were aching from being tensed up for so long. It was all too much.

Master said I'm perfect. My womb is filled with Master's seeds. It hurts. It burns. It's heaven.