Nightstar wriggled around helplessly as Ryker had her cruelly bent over Viggo’s desk, her feet a good twelve inches from the ground. Viggo had her lithe wrists in a firm hold in his much larger hand, pinned to the right side of the desk. Night flinched as Ryker’s hand painfully pressed her into the desk, groaning in pain. She shivered as Ryker’s thick tongue came together with her crack. The tongue started to wildly dart across her fragile skin, descending and ascending in a repeating cycle. Sensing the heated and humid breath of Ryker near the agreed ‘do-not-touch’ part of her made Night whine with discomfort. Viggo stroked her unruly black hair with his free hand as Night grew increasingly uncomfortable. “Come now brother, stop taunting …show more content…
He gave a disturbing inline of his head to his brother and bent back down to her cavity. Night went completely ridged when Ryker’s tongue began working its way into her hole, making sure to cover every inch of the warm, tight tunnel. As Night began to adjust, she fidgeted nervously. Feeling Ryker’s tongue dart around made her anal ring muscles involuntarily tighten, but that did not stop the large man. Ryker was on a mission to lube her up with nature’s resources, and he was not going to stop until he was satisfied, the dragon’s comfort be …show more content…
Viggo held her close as Night tried to squirm off of him. “No no no no no no, please stop, No more, I just want to go home, please!” Night whimpered in Draconic. Viggo held an arm around her chest as she continued to sob, while he didn't quite understand Draconic, he was aware that the tiny draconoid was very upset, and in an immense amount of pain. Viggo neglected to research if the dragonkin would feel any pleasure during sexual exploits, and he was regretful when he realized that he not only hurt her, but shattered the pride of the Heir to the Draconic Throne. He tried speaking softly into one of her ripped ears in an effort to calm her down, but she was having none of that as she continued to cry uncontrollably on his lap. “Ryker, get the dragon-nip and ale concoction, we have to bring her back before Krogan returns,” Viggo commanded. Ryker was going to object to his brother’s tone but stopped when he saw the undersized beast on his brother’s lap, crying and trying squirm away. Without saying anything but giving a curt nod, Ryker left with his loud footsteps out of the tent to retrieve the