Dragon (231) His Little Whore

 

His Little Whore

Nyomi

 

The elevator doors weren't even open yet, and I was already losing my goddamn mind.

Kenji had set me down in front of them, probably because I had been wiggling too much over his shoulder, or because I had started twerking again which could have made him lose his balance eventually.

Either way, my feet were on the floor.

His six main guards stood in a half circle around us and they were trying very hard to keep their eyes pointed at the wall, the ceiling, the floor. . .anywhere that wasn't me.

Because I had decided to be a problem.

I licked my lips. "Kenji."

"Tora."

"I want your cock so bad. My pussy is soaking wet."

One of the guards coughed.

Kenji's mouth twitched into a wicked smile. "Oh, don’t worry about that. You’ll get this cock, Tora."

“I want it now, right here in this hallway.”

Kenji quirked his brows. “Tora—”

"Don’t be a naughty dragon." I pressed my body against his front, rubbing my breasts on his chest.

He grunted.

“You want this wet pussy, baby?”

“You never need to ask that question.”

“Why not?”

“The answer is always yes.”

I tried to climb him.

So patient, he kept me down. “I like when my Tiger has had a few drinks—”

"I can't even wait until we're in the room. I want you to fuck me right now in front of your guards. Show them how much you make me moan. Let me be your dirty little cum-slut."

He blinked. “That would cause them harm, Tora.”

“How?”

“I would probably kill them for simply hearing your moans.”

A few guards edged a few inches away.

“I’m going to ride that cock so good that you’ll wear a leash just like Rin.”

“But I would wear a leash now.”

“Mmmm.” I licked my lips and then I froze. “Oh fuck. My slave.”

Kenji frowned. “The woman has him. Don’t worry about that—”

“But—”

“Do you want me to kill him?”

I blinked. “No.”

“Then, let’s get back to you riding my cock.”

“Mmm. You’re right.” I unbuttoned the front of his pants and slid my hand down into those boxer briefs. “Fuck yeah.”

His cock was already hard. The thick shaft strained against my hand, satiny and heavy. Pre-cum wet his rose-piercing.

My pussy clenched around nothing. A drop of slick slid down my inner thigh, past the temporary dragon tattoo, and pooled at the back of my knee.

“My pussy is dripping. It’s going down my leg.” I stroked him. “You’ve got to get on your knees and lick it up.”

“Goddamn it.” Kenji's head tipped back. His Adam's apple worked once. His big hand found the small of my back and pulled me closer. “I should make you get on your knees, but I would be too cruel to your throat.”

I traced the rose. “You need to change this piercing to a tiger.”

“Yes, Tora.”

My nipples pebbled hard against the silk of my dress.

He groaned. “And then you get that dragon permanently put on that sexy thigh.”

“Yes, baby.” Biting my lip, I zipped down his pants and pulled out his cock for all to see.

Every guard put their back to us.

“Fuck, Tora.” He took us closer to the elevator. “I may end up fucking you in front of them.”

“Good. Let them hear how sloppy my pussy gets for you. Let them see this fat dragon cock stretching your tiger open.”

“Tora—”

“Are you scared?”

“No. I just know Hiro may skip along and want to join.”

“Let him.”

He growled.

I chuckled. “I can handle all the cock tonight. Have the Claws join too. I can take it. Let them all run a train on me.”

Kenji widened his eyes in shock.

Fast, a vision played in my drunk head and made my horniness surge.

My breath caught somewhere between my throat and my chest and got stuck there.

A filthy vision slammed into me so hard my pussy clenched and another thick drop of slick ran down my thigh.

Me sprawled naked on that long ballroom table, body glistening with baby oil and cum under the massive dragon claw.

Kenji pounding my pussy with brutal, deep strokes that made my breasts bounce and my ass slide on the tablecloth with every wet slap.

Hiro feeding me his cock. That fat length deep in my mouth.

Balls-deep.

Tears running down my face while I choke and drool.

The twins sucking and licking my nipples. One even slapping my breasts while the other pinches.

Toma, Daisuke, and Kaede stroking those massive cocks over me, grunting as they painted my brown skin with rope after rope of hot, white sticky cum.

On my breasts.

On my stomach.

On my face.

Some even getting on Kenji as he fucks me.

“Careful, Tora,” Kenji growled, snapping me out of the vision. “Do you want me to hurt your pussy due to your naughty mouth and dirty mind?”

“Fuck yeah. I want you to beat this pussy up.”

He groaned.

I got on the tip of my toes and leaned up to his ear. "You're going to fuck me in the elevator.”

He licked his lips.

“You know you want to, filthy Dragon.”

“I do.” He grabbed my jaw and kissed me.

Hard.

Open-mouthed.

Tongue against tongue.

The kind of kiss that told me my mouth was about to be full of more than his tongue if this elevator made us wait any longer.

I moaned against him.

The elevator dinged.

He pulled back.

The doors slid open.

Kenji turned his head to the guards. "Meet us upstairs.”

Fast, he carried me in, making me dizzy.

The doors closed behind us.

In seconds, Kenji had me against the mirrored wall, one hand yanking my dress up to my waist while the other ripped away my panties.

I gasped. “Hells yes!”

“You like when I get rough with you, Tora?”

“Yes!”

He kissed me and shoved two thick fingers straight into my soaked pussy with a loud, obscene squelch.

The elevator rose.

“Fuck. Listen to that greedy pussy.” He snarled against my mouth. “So fucking wet it’s talking to me.”

“Oh!” I gasped, desperately riding his fingers. “Harder, baby. Finger-fuck me like you hate me. I want to squirt all over this elevator floor before we even reach the room.”

He leaned away from me for a second and pressed the emergency button fast.

The elevator stopped between floors.

He added a third finger, stretching me, curling hard against that spot that made my legs shake. His thumb rubbed rough circles on my swollen clit while his pierced cock throbbed hot and heavy against my belly, smearing pre-cum on my skin.

“Oh. My. G-god.”

“Have all the Claws fuck you?” He kissed me hard, pulling his hands out of me. “Now your pussy will pay for that.”

“Oh.”

Then suddenly he grabbed the front of my dress with both hands and ripped it down in one brutal motion. The delicate silk tore straight down the middle, exposing my breasts completely. Cool air hit my hard nipples as they bounced free.

Kenji’s eyes darkened with raw hunger. “I could never share you.”

I parted my lips.

"Never." His voice grew rougher than I had ever heard it. "Not even with my brother. Not even in your filthy little drunk fantasies. This body is mine. Every inch of you is mine. The Claws and Fangs can look at your sexy body walk by. They can wonder how warm and wet your pussy is. They can even dream about it. Stroke their cocks and moan your name. But this pussy belongs to one cock. And that cock is mine."

Without warning, he gripped my ass with both huge hands, lifted me off the floor like I weighed nothing, and pinned me against the mirror. It pressed cold against my back.

My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist.

“Oh God.”

“Fuck, look at you.” He snarled again and lined up the thick head of his pierced cock against my dripping entrance. “Drunk, breasts out, pussy soaked and begging like a hungry little slut.”

Those dirty words wrecked me. Never had Kenji talked to me this way, and I loved every bit of it.

I shivered. “At least I’m your hungry little slut.”

“Fuck yeah, Tora. My slut to wreck and dirty.” He thrust up hard into my pussy, burying his thick cock inside me in one savage stroke.

“Oh!!” I cried out and my back arched against the cold mirror.

“That’s it. Take this fat dragon cock,” he grunted, pulling back and slamming in deeper, stretching my pussy wide open. “So fucking tight even when you’re this wet. Your greedy pussy is sucking me in.”

“Oh shit.”

“Oh shit is right.” He started fucking me roughly—deep, punishing strokes that made my whole body jolt against the wall with every thrust.

“Ohhh!”

The wet, filthy sound of skin slapping skin and my slick pussy getting pounded filled the small elevator.

“You wanted it right here, didn’t you?” he growled against my ear and grazed my neck with his teeth. “Couldn’t even wait for the bedroom. Had to be my horny little whore in front of my guards, telling me about your wet pussy, pulling my cock out, and owning it in front of my men. Making me groan in front of them.”

“Y-you liked it-t.”

“I did.” His hips snapped harder, driving his thick shaft even deeper. The rose piercing dragged deliciously inside me with every brutal thrust.

The elevator rocked.

“Fuck!”

“Whose pussy is this?”

“Kenji!”

“No.”

“The Dragon!”

“Good job, Tora. My filthy little whore.”

“Oh.”

“Take this cock like a good slut.”

“Yes!”

“Make me bust all in you so you’re still dripping with me tomorrow.”

I moaned and dug my nails into his shoulders.

He bounced me on his cock, using his strength to slam me down onto him over and over. “Good Tiger.”

“Oh F-fuck!”

He leaned in and bit my nipple, then sucked it hard into his mouth while still pounding me mercilessly.

The elevator was filled with the obscene wet sounds of him destroying my pussy—loud squelching, skin slapping, and my broken moans.

He gripped my throat lightly with one hand.

The ridge of his thumb pressed against my pulse, and I knew he could feel my heart hammering wildly against his control.

“Naughty Tiger.” His gaze locked on mine and he paused from fucking me. His cock remained rammed deep inside of me. “You make me crazy. You make me want to own you in ways I could never imagine and then destroy you too, just because I can.”

My bottom lip quivered.

"How do you do that?"

I couldn't catch my breath. His cock was still buried inside me. His hand was still wrapped around my throat. The mirrored wall of the elevator was cold against my back and his chest was hot against my breasts and the world had narrowed down to the space between his eyes and mine.

"Maybe. . ." I panted within his grip. "Maybe that’s just what love does, Kenji."

He went still.

His eyes searched mine.

Then his mouth crashed onto my lips and he started fucking me again, harder than before, like the answer had broken something open in him.

His thumb pressed against the side of my neck and the world narrowed. The edges of the elevator went soft. The mirrored walls blurred. My heart hammered in my ears.

Oh, fuck! I can’t breathe!

My pussy clenched hard around his cock, so hard I felt every thick inch of him at once.

My nipples went tight enough to ache. My nails dug crescents into the meat of his shoulders through the tuxedo. My whole body started to vibrate at a frequency I couldn't control because every nerve I had was suddenly screaming at twice its normal volume—every drag of his cock, every brush of his pelvis against my swollen clit, every cold press of the mirror against my bare back.

He drove into me again.

And again.

And again.

And the lack of breath turned the friction into fire and the fire turned into a wave that started at the base of my spine and rolled up through my belly and exploded behind my eyes in a flash of light.

White light.

Blue light.

Gold.

I broke.

My pussy spasmed around his cock in thick, uncontrollable waves and my legs locked around his waist and a sound came out of me that wasn't a moan, scream, or a word. It was just the noise a body made when every cell in it came at the same time.

He kept fucking me.

His thumb stayed pressed against my pulse and I felt my own heart hammering against his control like it was trying to get out of my chest and into his hand.

Finally, he let go of my throat. Air came rushing back into my lungs and the second wave of an orgasm hit me harder than the first.

I came again.

Loud.

Broken.

Trembling.

And when I was able to open my eyes, I saw the dragon-shadow above us, watching me and taking up space.

I shook in Kenji’s arms.

And he fucked me more.

Hard.

Deep.

Relentless.

After three more strokes, he growled, buried his face against my throat, and groaned long and low against my skin.

His cock pulsed inside me. Once. Twice. Three times. Hot. Heavy. Filling me up exactly the way he had promised—so deep that some of him would still be dripping out of me when I woke up tomorrow morning.

The elevator hung in the shaft.

The world hung with it.

His chest rose and fell against mine. My legs were still wrapped around his waist. My dress was bunched up at my hips.

I was a wreck. A sweaty, breathless, glowing wreck. "Kenji."

"Mmm?"

"I love you."

He pulled back enough to look at me. His gaze softened. "I love you too, Tora."

He kissed me. Soft, this time. Slow. Then he pulled out, fixed himself, fixed me, somehow getting my torn dress to cover my breasts.

Thankfully, he lifted and carried me in his arms because now I was totally exhausted.

A second later, he hit the emergency button again.

The elevator started moving.

By the time the doors opened on our floor, I had melted against his chest and my intoxication had decided it was time to take its real shift. My eyes closed as he carried me down the hall and I fell asleep before we could even make it to the bedroom.