My Taming System Makes Me Overpowered

Vince kept her pinned against the oak, one hand locked around both of her wrists above her head, the other already sliding down the hard line of her side. Moonlight cut across Vetra’s face, catching the flush high on her scaled cheeks and the dilated slits of her amber eyes. Her breath came fast, hot against his collarbone. The spar had lasted barely eight minutes before her strikes started missing their usual precision. He had felt the change in her—the way her hips began to press in when they locked up, the way her tail had started lashing with something other than pure aggression.

He didn’t ask if she wanted this.

He simply shifted his grip, dragged her wrists higher, and pressed his thigh hard between her legs.

Vetra’s reaction was immediate. A sharp, involuntary roll of her hips. A low, rough sound tore out of her throat—half snarl, half something hungrier. Her powerful thighs tensed around his leg, but she didn’t try to throw him off. The Sovereign Crest on her lower abdomen, that purple crown etched into her scales, was already faintly luminous under the thin leather of her wraps.

Vince’s free hand shoved the wraps down without ceremony, exposing the mark completely. Cool night air hit the flushed scales around it. He dragged his thumb slowly across the crest, pressing into the raised edges.

Vetra’s entire body jerked.

"Still that sensitive?" he murmured, voice low and dark with satisfaction. "Even after all this time."

She bared her teeth at him, but the expression was already cracking. Her tail, thick and powerful, had coiled halfway around his waist of its own accord, the muscle flexing as it tried to pull him closer. Slick heat was already seeping through the remaining leather between her legs, soaking into his thigh where he kept steady, deliberate pressure.

"Vince—"

"Quiet."

The single word was soft, but it carried the weight of command she had long since learned not to ignore. Her mouth snapped shut. A frustrated, needy growl vibrated in her chest instead.

He rewarded the obedience by sliding two fingers down between her folds, parting the slick, scaled lips with casual ownership. She was dripping, the natural fire of her core making the wetness almost scalding against his skin. He stroked once, twice, slow and thorough, gathering the evidence of how quickly the spar had turned her on, then brought his fingers up and smeared the glossy slick across the purple crown on her lap.

Vetra’s head dropped back against the bark with a choked sound.

"Look at you," Vince said, almost conversational. He pushed those same fingers back down and sank them into her without warning, curling deep. Her walls clenched around him instantly, greedy and scorching. "Eight minutes of fighting and you’re already this wet. That battle-hunger of yours never did know the difference between violence and this, did it?"

Her answer came out broken as he started working his fingers in a steady, ruthless rhythm. "F-fuck... you—"

He added a third finger and pressed his thumb hard against her clit at the same time. The wet, filthy sound of him fingering her filled the quiet clearing. Vetra’s claws scraped uselessly against the bark above her head. Her tail tightened around his waist hard enough to bruise. Every time she tried to grind down for more, he simply adjusted the angle and denied her the exact pressure she wanted.

"You’ll take what I give you," he reminded her, the same words he had used the night the Crest first branded itself into her skin. "And you’ll thank me for it when I’m done."

A full-body shudder ripped through her. The proud, battle-crazed dragon-kin warrior was already unraveling—scales flushed deep crimson around her entrance, nipples tight and visible through the thin wraps still covering her chest, breath coming in short, heated pants that fogged in the night air. Her fire core was flaring; he could feel the unnatural heat pouring off her body, the way her inner walls pulsed and fluttered around his fingers like they were trying to drag him deeper.

Vince leaned in and bit the side of her neck—hard enough to leave a mark, not hard enough to draw blood. At the same time he curled his fingers and rubbed firmly over the spot inside her that always made her lose coherence.

Vetra came with a guttural, draconic cry that echoed through the pines.

Her pussy clamped down on his fingers in powerful, rhythmic spasms, gushing fresh slick that ran down his wrist and dripped onto the forest floor. Her tail squeezed him ruthlessly. For several long seconds she was nothing but trembling muscle and broken sounds, forehead pressed to his shoulder, completely wrecked.

He didn’t stop.

He kept the slow, deep thrusts of his fingers going through the aftershocks, forcing her to feel every pulse. Only when her thighs started shaking in earnest did he finally pull free. He brought the soaked fingers to her mouth.

"Clean them."

Vetra’s slitted eyes fluttered open, dazed and dark with need. She didn’t hesitate. Her tongue dragged over his fingers, licking away her own slick with slow, thorough strokes while she held his gaze. The submission in the act was absolute.

When she finished, Vince finally released her wrists. She didn’t try to strike him. Her hands dropped to his shoulders instead, claws pricking lightly through his shirt as she steadied herself on unsteady legs. The purple crest on her lap glowed brighter now, as if fed by the orgasm he had just forced out of her.

Vince wiped the remaining wetness across her lower stomach, right over the mark, and gave her a dark, satisfied smile.

"Still thinking a midnight spar is going to be enough for us?"

Vetra’s answer was a low, husky laugh, rough with spent pleasure and fresh hunger. Her tail remained coiled possessively around him. She leaned in until her lips brushed his ear, voice raw.

"...Shut up it was your idea. Right now I want ecstasy."

Vince’s smile widened.

He spun her around, shoved her chest-first against the oak, and yanked the rest of her wraps down in one rough motion. The night air kissed the flushed, dripping scales of her pussy and the powerful curve of her ass. He freed himself, lined up the thick head of his cock against her entrance, and paused just long enough to feel her try to push back onto him.

One hard thrust buried him to the hilt.

Vetra’s broken moan rang through the clearing as her claws dug deep into the bark. Vince’s hand came down in a sharp, claiming slap across her ass while the other reached around to press firmly against her tail hanging it over his shoulder and holding it in place.

"Mine," he growled against the back of her neck, already setting a deep, relentless pace that made the wet slap of skin against scales echo under the moonlight.

Vetra could only gasp and take it—exactly the way he wanted her to.