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Draco.
Draco made a beeline for the Viper's Mouth after helping Edrand address his wound. The male had been bawling like a child in Draco's arms, spitting curses at Isolde for treating him like a weakling.
He pleaded with Draco to ensure Isolde suffered for what she did to him. Of course, Draco swore he'd make her suffer. His assurances made Edrand's mind settle. He basked in Draco's furtive touches as he dabbed the ointment on the back of his bruised head.
Now that Draco was here, watching as Isolde panicked and fought for breath as she perspired, his heart clenched.
He reminded himself that she brought it all upon herself, so he wouldn't show her mercy. It was his duty to protect Andriandita, but he failed, and now he just couldn't fail to protect Edrand, especially from someone like her.
His body hummed pleasantly seeing the way the intense heat in the room made her undergarment drench and cling to her skin. Her nipples jutted into view from the transparent fabric, her dark brown areola filling up the front of the fabric.
He trailed his greedy gaze past her chest to her torso. It was flat, her waist full and curvy, and so noticeable even though she was lying flat on her back.
Then his eyes ventured past her waist to the cleft between her legs. Hell's scorn, he wanted to see that nest again.
At the moment, all he could see was her bush and the way the fabric settled intricately over it.
Draco tried to calm his roaring heart, but it seemed implacable. He didn't understand what was happening, and that was when he pulled out his dagger.
He saw the flash of fear in her eyes at the sight of the dagger. It was made of rich steel, sleek and sharp. Isolde bounced at the sight of it, clearly scared out of her wits.
She began to murmur as Draco got closer to her. And damn if that didn't make his dick erect. His armor was typically heat-resistant, hence he barely sweated nor felt the intense heat in the room even as Isolde's body watered from it.
"Scared, little bird?" He taunted her, loving the way she bucked and her tits jiggled. Gods, how soft would those tits be?
Draco's hand twitched with the desperate urge to touch them. He itched with it.
"What...are you...going to do to me?" She practically stuttered, her voice raspy.
He gave her a sinister grin, saying, "Why don't you find out yourself?"
Draco's gloved hand nestled over the drenched fabric. Isolde twitched, thinking he was going to touch her. He could hear her heart clanging hard against her chest.
Ignoring her whimpers, he set the sharp blade of the dagger over the fabric and cut through it. Isolde gasped as her clothing severed, dropping to the sides and leaving her exposed in Draco's eyes.
He breathed hard, watching her olive skin glisten under the glow of the candles, thanks to the sweat. He feasted his eyes on her breasts. Her nipples were full and puffy, brown just like her areola. His mouth watered at the sight.
Draco groaned inwardly when he felt a twitch in his breeches. Gods, his dick was up and hard. Why?
He hadn't felt such an urge for any female before. All his dead lunas never incited a hunger so grave in him. His phallus had only been in one person since after the great purge, and that was Edrand.
But here he was, high and erect, desire cording his veins as he wondered what it'd be like to bounce his cock between those tits as Isolde pushed her breasts together to lock him in.
The hardness grew more when he trailed his eyes down her legs, past her bush to the tender flesh that smelled so musky he wanted to taste it.
"You've no shame, do you?" Isolde's broken words brought his mind back. He doused his imagination and fixed his eyes on her.
"What?" He blurted, hardly breathing through the hunger roping his veins.
"Why would you undress me only to feast your eyes on me?" She spat, panting.
Draco wondered for a moment there if she noticed the hunger in his eyes. Did she imagine what he was imagining?
"Feast my eyes?" He chuckled and sneered at her. "There's nothing to feast my eyes on, mouthy. You don't seem any special."
Isolde's eyes flickered with unnamed emotions, which made Draco curious about what she was feeling. Did his words hurt her?
He ignored those thoughts and continued, "I was only wondering which place I'll start from cutting you open."
"You can't do that!" She hissed, her limbs thrashing. It made her breasts jiggle again, filling Draco's vision.
"Why not?" He teased, brushing his eyes away from those full mounds, he looked into her fearful face. "You hurt my male, remember?" He cocked a brow at her.
"I did nothing to him. He started it." She hissed again, panting as Draco swished the blade in his hand. He smiled and edged to her face.
He leaned close enough to speak against her lips. "Roga didn't attest to your claims."
"Because she's scared!"
"Of who...?" His gaze focused on her cupid's bow lips, and he wondered again what they'd taste like when locked on his.
Isolde seemed as enthralled as he was, looking at his lips too. Her heart slowed, and gently she opened her mouth and drawled.
"Of...him."
Their breaths locked now as tension began to grow between them. Draco couldn't resist her charm. He wanted to touch her. Feel her body.
"Is it true?" He suddenly asked, remembering the things the males in Abbator say whenever they lay with the breeders in the breeding house.
Some said a female is like that ambrosia one couldn't resist. Others said they taste like heaven. Draco wanted to experience it. Right now he felt this strong desire to lick Isolde's lips and confirm what others had been saying. He wanted to wet his phallus with her juices, gods!
"Is what true?" She breathed against his lips. Subconsciously, she slipped out her tongue and swiped it over her parched lips. Draco groaned at the sight.
"I could cut that tongue, you know?" He suddenly blurted, swallowing thickly.
"What? Why would you..." She trailed off, remembering Draco never makes empty threats.
"Because you have no right to wet those lips. I do." He said. Pulling out his tongue, he licked the air between them and pulled back. "I'm the only person that can tell you what to do."
He looked back down at her body as Isolde hissed. "Fuck you! You cannot tell me what to do." She shuddered as Draco began to graze the dagger on her chest.
The cool steel pricked her skin with goosebumps, her nipples puckered up.
"Oh, I'm just about to fuck you up to prove the point." He grinned, loving the sight of chills on her body.
Isolde bucked and twitched as he moved the dagger to her belly button, teasing her.
"Stop it!" She hissed, bucking. She was scared and curious at the same time. Isolde knew with one mistake and that dagger would cut her open, yet she yearned to know how skillful Draco would be with it.
"Did you say something, mouthy?" He coaxed her, loving her curses. "I thought you weren't scared, hmm?" He held her gaze and roamed the dagger past her belly button to her groin. "I can smell your fear now. So high in the air..."
He watched her breathe In hard when the dagger grazed her bush down to her upper thighs.
"You ain't strong anymore, are you?" He asked moving away. Isolde was a shaking mess as he moved to her spread legs.
Draco groaned silently when he fixed his eyes on her pussy. Her wetness had spilled on the concrete slab, creamy. It taunted him.
"Someone is wet already. Tell me do you have a kink for daggers?"
"Monster!" She cursed him. Instead of inciting his anger, it goaded Draco.
She bucked when his armor swept over her skin in his bid to lean between her spread legs. Draco smelled her, greedily gulping down her rich scent.
"That shows you've a kink for it, aye?"
He leaned up, forgetting the fact that he'd come here to punish her. He would, but what's punishment without fun?
The thought gave him the conviction he needed, and Draco raised his dagger. He held the sharp edge in his hand and slid the hilt into Isolde.
She let out a gasp at the feeling, her hips bucking. He penetrated her so dryly, and it fucking hurt.
Her eyes closed and opened, rolling skyward.
"No...don't..." She spat incoherently, biting into her lip as he slid out with precision, the friction sending hot waves inside her.
Draco ignored her words, loving the way she shuddered. He pushed the hilt of the dagger back into her, thrusting and stroking her with it. His palm bled from how hard he held the blade.
"Who owns you!?" He growled, his voice lethal.
TBC.