“It’s nice to know that my dog has not forgotten her tricks,” Clara said. “As soon as I get you back to the house, I’ll teach you new ones,” she promised.
“Thank you, Mistress Clara.”
The domme grinned. “But I CAN teach you something new right now.” She moved her head close to Shamira’s crotch, which confused the submissive. Clara never went down on her when she was being dominant. But Clara’s mouth was not moving towards her pussy, but rather slightly further down the leg. “You know what the femoral artery is, don’t you?” She saw Shamira nod. “I want to show you that the neck isn’t the only place that you can feed from,” she growled hungrily, “and I want you to feel what it is like.” Clara sank her fangs into the inside of the thigh. She increased blood flow in the area, making Shamira’s already swollen pussy even more sensitive. That, combined with Shamira’s long streak of abstinence, brought her to the edge without even being touched.
“Mistress Clara –”
“Shut up and listen,” the other woman said after retracting her fangs for a moment, “I am going to make you cum so much and so hard that I will ruin you for everyone else. Any time you want release, I want it to be me that you beg. And I do mean beg!”
“Please Mistress Clara!” Shamira said, her whole body craving the sensation that it had been denied for too long. “Please let me cum.”
Clara again dined on Shamira’s inner thigh, then slapped that swollen mound until it was ready to burst. Then she dragged her nails ever so lightly over the perspiring outer skin. She could feel the orgasm building in Shamira’s body, and she knew she would not be able to delay it for too long. She did not want to. She slapped Shamira’s pussy again, this time harder. The woman’s body jolted.
After one more slap, Shamira’s body simply exploded. She actually ripped the electrical cord binding her hands and grabbed two fistfuls of her own hair as she screamed in ecstasy. The cloth tied her legs to the couch tore even more easily, allowing her to push up against that hand that was bring her such exquisite joy, even though it was now just resting on the entrance to her sex. She came so hard that she blacked out for a moment, coming around a few seconds later. All she could do was lie contented on the floor.
“That seemed to do the trick,” Clara said with a grin, having withdrawn her fangs to avoid tearing holes in Shamira’s thigh. “But now to test my ‘ruin you for everyone else theory.’ Don’t move.” She stood up and went to the door. “Lord Stapleton, could you join us for a moment?”
Shamira barely heard what was going on. She was still seeing stars from the grand-daddy of all orgasms, and the rest of the world had receded into a pleasant fog.
“Yes?” Shane said from the doorway. He looked inside and saw Shamira rolling over on the carpet like a drunken college sorority girl. One with a rocking body and amazing ass.
“I’m conducting an experiment whereby she should only be satisfied by my touch. I need a second opinion, and since you are quite skilled –”
“I’d be happy to help,” he interjected. He saw the bite-mark on the inside of Shamira’s thigh and repressed a smile. They both knew that Shamira’s body would still be primed. He walked over and pulled Shamira to her knees, holding her by the hair while he undid the zipper of his very expensive slacks. “Get me hard and make it snappy,” he ordered.
Shamira’s lips moved more from muscle memory than anything else, because her mind was still in happy-land. Going from paralyzed to being capable of a mind-numbing orgasm was a funny thing. Soon her brain kicked in and she started sucking in earnest, re-familiarizing herself with her boss’s manhood. It was so big and hard and firm . . . she had missed it during their incessant squabbling. His meat quickly achieved full erection as it plunged down her throat, violating and stretching her lips. With his hand in her hair, he used her entire head as a sexual tool, thrusting it onto his cock. Her tongue teased his skin when he was all the way inside her throat, and her lips gripped greedily at the head when he withdrew.
“We’re ready to proceed with the experiment,” he told Clara. He hauled Shamira up to her feet, spun her around, then bent her over at the waist. “Time me,” he told Clara analytically. Then he shoved his member straight into Shamira’s body, driving himself into her core.
‘Oh God,’ Shamira thought as her boss’s balls slammed against her swollen clitoris while he started to fuck her senseless. She had just realized what the other two vampires already knew. She was still incredibly sensitive down there. Shane’s amazing cock filled her slick, tight sex and pounded her without quarter.
“Mistress . . . Lord . . . I need to . . . may I please –” Shamira gasped.
“Cum,” Clara said. “Whenever your body requires it. If you hold back, it will mess with our data.” She was enjoying this way too much.
Shamira climaxed again and while it was not as thunderous as her earlier one had been, it certainly made it difficult to remain standing. The only thing that helped was that Shane was still holding onto her hips, and he was still fucking her. Even when her pussy clenched at him in a desperate attempt to stop his repeated invasion of her body, Shane kept going.
“I’m afraid she’s a bit willful,” he told Clara. “I believe that further training will be required.” He looked back at Shamira. “I do wonder how far the sensitivity extends.” He pulled out of her pussy and began pushing his way into her asshole, working his way slowly past that tight outer ring.
Shamira could feel it. Oh yes, she could feel it. As her asshole stretched, it applied pressure on other things. Her master filled her ass with his cock, then slapped her ass hard. Her pussy was sensitive enough that just the proximity of the pressure was causing her great delight.
Shane plunged into her over and over, not as quickly as before but still with great force. And he kept spanking her as well, which she greatly enjoyed. He was exceedingly careful not to let his hand drift and hit her lower back. Clara had basically leveled a serious threat against anyone who did that and while he had not been personally named, he knew that threat included him.
Shane climaxed inside Shamira’s ass, letting his seed spill into her as he held her in place.
“Thank you,” Shamira muttered. “For fucking me,” she explained.
“I was helping Clara,” he told her haughtily. “You were just a tool.” He did not mean that, and he was sure she knew it. He loved his job!
Clara looked at her pityingly. She again forced Shamira to her knees, the put her foot between Shamira’s thighs. “I suppose I can’t leave you like this,” she said, forcing a melodramatic sigh. “Otherwise you’ll be whining the rest of the night. Finish yourself off on my leg like a common mongrel.”
Shamira wrapped her arms around that long leg and raised herself up, pressing her tender pussy against Clara’s shin. She humped her mistress’s leg as ordered, finding comfort in being once again at Clara’s feet. It didn’t take long for her to cum again, making a wet spot on Clara’s leg.
“Now that won’t do,” Clara said, shaking her head. She raised her shin to Shamira’s mouth and made the woman lick it clean. “Much better.”
Suddenly, the trailer began to rock like an earthquake had hit it.
“What the –” Shane started to say.
Ten minutes later, Shamira was outside in dragon form, calming the baby dragon down. It had woken up, not seeing its alpha dragon, but had heard sounds and smelled things that it did not understand. It had thought Shamira might have been harmed and had attempted to find its way into the now ruined trailer. Shamira had assured it that she was in no harm and that it should NOT intervene if it smelled such things again. That was all she tried to convey, since it was too young for a “birds and the bees” talk. And how does one explain “bondage” to a pre-pubescent dragon?
Clara was rolling on the floor of the barn, laughing her ass off as Shamira worked with the younger dragon. Shane walked over, looked perplexed but amused.
“What is your problem?” he asked.
“Now I know how my parents must have felt when I walked in on them doing it when I was five!”
“You are in serious need of therapy.”
* Thank goodness, * the Shadow Wing version of Shamira broadcasted. * He’s going back to sleep. I don’t see how my mother could deal with three children. I can’t even handle this one. *
“Miss Shamira,” Archimedes said nervously as he walked up.
‘Now what?’ she thought. * Yes? *
“One of the eggs is hatching.”
Shamira’s dragon eyes opened wide, then shut again. She shook her massive head, then caused Clara to burst into laughter again as the last Moon Dragon proceeded to beat her head against the ground.