A Pet for the Dragons

33.

ARIKA

When I woke up the next day, it felt like I'd been run over by a truck. For some reason, I felt exhausted and sore... especially between my legs. My ass ached, and my nipples felt sensitive. I had many nights of rough sex on my ship, yet none ever made me feel so drained yet so... satisfied.

No. Satisfaction wouldn't be the word for it. Satisfaction was the fulfilment of long-time wishes. It was something below that. It felt more like I'd finally managed to scratch the itch that had been bothering me for a while, but I might've scratched too hard, and now my skin was almost red and irritated. Yes, it was that feeling exactly.

When I opened my eyes, I was in the guard's room, where I'd remembered waking up. I was now getting increasingly familiar with this room, and even though it didn't comfort me the way my cabin did on my ship, I was glad I'd awoken in a familiar room this time.

However, the soreness didn't make sense to me at first, but soon, I remembered everything, and it just made me feel worse. I remembered doing it with Radrox, and well, I couldn't remember how it had ended, but I remembered enjoying it.

I enjoyed playing with Radrox—that ugly, ill-mannered, and rude dragon. I couldn't be more disappointed in myself, but it also made sense. I felt so sore and sensitive everywhere. But I hated that I had to be so desperate for my escape to do it with him. Once I got out of here, I'd ensure I'd never have to put myself in such a situation. I enjoyed it only this time, and there wasn't any damage, but I wouldn't be so lucky every time.

However, I couldn't figure out how I ended up back in the guard's room because I remembered Radrox taking me to the dungeon last night. He'd also made it clear to me that I couldn't get out of there until and unless he wished to.

Did he leave me here last night? Or did I crawl here? The former option made more sense, but again, why did he let me go? Did I tell him about the computers? My eyes widened, and I tried to force myself to remember if I'd accidentally spilt something before him, but my mind wasn't working properly.

No. My mind was busy remembering how good his rough, ridged tongue felt against my most sensitive parts and how he'd sucked at my clit and played hard with it and made me cum even when I thought I couldn't take it anymore. Radrox seemed very determined to please me last night, but considering his personality, I didn't want to give him the benefit of the doubt.

Just to be sure, I removed the furs from my body and checked myself to ensure everything was alright. I gasped when I found my nipples were angry red, and my thighs still had the handprints on places where Radrox had touched me.

However, none of those things were as surprising as the anklet on my left foot. I'd almost missed it at first, but its strange texture made me aware of it. It was dainty and could've been easily missed because it was as thin as a few strands of hair.

I drew my feet closer to examine it properly. It was made of a dark metal with a strange glow. It glowed even more when I touched it, yet it wouldn't budge when I tried to yank it off my leg. I tried harder, but if anything, it left red marks on my hand and ankle, and it also seemed to grow hot and bright.

"Ugh... get off me!" I roared, but I screamed in pain when it seared into my skin, burning hot suddenly. The door of my room instantly flew open, and Ivret walked in.

"What happened, Arika?" He asked, worried until he saw me.

"What is this!" I screamed, feeling like throwing a fit. "This wasn't on me yesterday!" I shouted, trying to get that thing off me no matter how hot it was or how it cut into my skin, drawing blood. Ivret hissed at the sight, and he snatched my hands.