Operation Honey Trap vs The Emperor of the Apocalypse

[WARNING: ADULT CONTENT]

The dragons were all on alert, standing on their hind legs and facing the direction of the thundering of hooves.

Delphi had decided to call her dragon leader Miro, which meant spear in the indigenous language. Miro peered over in her direction.

She strode over to the window and beckoned it over.

"Chase them away," she said, gesturing to show getting rid of the unwelcome visitors, "but don't hurt them". She covered her mouth to indicate no biting or spitting.

The creature gave her its usual inscrutable look and disappeared into the night with its fellows.

Shouts from the guards rang out a minute later.

"Dragons! Retreat men, fallback."

That sounded like the commander, she reflected, happily imagining their faces.

"There's a bunch of them, at least eight," someone yelled.

"It's too dark to fight them anyway, get out of there Han!"

The commander again.

"I think I can take this one!"

"Leave it, you have your orders man."

That sounded like his lieutenant.

The sounds of hoofbeats receded and their shouts faded into the night.

Not long after that, to Delphi's relief, the dragons reappeared outside the Town Hall and settled into their rhythm of sensing their surroundings with their tongues, some of them standing alert on all fours, others resting in the shadows.

The two beasts that had been sent out to hunt soon returned with some dead kangaroos which they tossed from their mouths at the feet of Miro.

As Delphi watched from her firelit annex, Miro fed first, then left the carcasses for the group. The reptiles packed onto the meat, tearing great chunks off and getting their faces splashed with blood.

It was a gruesome sight, especially when you considered that, if not for a chance of fate, it could have been them. Delphi shuddered and turned away.

She had only walked a few steps from the window when she was suddenly hit from behind and pressed hard against the wall, her mouth, which was about to scream, was covered tightly by a hand.

"It's me Miss Chastain," whispered the commander into her ear. "Don't scream, there are dragons right outside your window."

She nodded her head in agreement, and he removed his hand from her mouth.

"I'm here to save you. You need to get out of here. Sneak out the back before they wake in the morning. We can fight them head on if we need to, to buy you time."

"There's no need," she assured him. "We can slip out the back door on our own."

Being this close to her again was bringing back fond memories for the commander. Her subtle girly smell, like flowers and vanilla, her long silky hair, her long legs, her short skirt…

He pressed her harder against the wall, grinding himself against her ass and dropping his head to her neck, where he breathed her in.

"It seems my 'male organ' has missed you, Miss Chastain."

She couldn't help laughing at his reference to their conversation about Loveday and Baer.

He reached down and squeezed her ass, using his other hand to pin her wrists above her head.

She let out a little squeak of pain.

The commander lifted her skirt and saw the injury to her pretty curved ass cheeks.

"What the hell happened?" he asked her hotly.

"I had a fall," she said, without elaborating.

"That doesn't look like a fall. It looks like you were dragged on your ass. Are you going to tell me the truth young lady."

"No. It's none of your business. And don't you think it's time you started calling me Delphi?"

"I thought you'd never ask… Delphine," he let her name linger on his tongue, liking the sound of it.

"I only get called that when I'm in trouble."

"What do you think is happening now, then?" he asked, dropping her skirt back down and giving her ass a slap, earning him another gasp of pain. "You deserve that for whatever dangerous activity you engaged in to get that type of injury. I sent Han to offer you our protection. No strings attached. On my honour."

She felt his hand start to creep under her skirt, bypassing her injured ass cheeks and heading for her pussy.

"My trust in you is not high… Prince," her sarcastic comment was undermined when it turned into a little breathy moan as he found her clit and started to torture it.

She pressed her hips against the wall, seeking to evade his probing fingers before she turned into putty in his hands again.

He chuckled against her ear. "Where do you think you can go, Delphine? There are dragons outside and your team is sleeping in the room next door. Do you plan to tell them we 'enjoy each other's company'?"

She let out a little gasp as her clit started to flutter and she lost all desire to resist.

"You're very sensitive aren't you," his eyes crinkled. "I could bring you over the edge in about ten seconds flat if I wanted to."

At this point her sense of shame had left the annex, so she didn't really give a damn if she was easy to turn-on. Wasn't that a good thing?

"If I scream," she panted, "the girls will come running and I'll tell them you were assaulting me".

He immediately stopped what he was doing with his fingers, leaving them poised a few centimetres away.

"Well then, we'll just have to part ways if that's your plan Delphine. I wouldn't want to make you 'scream', by mistake…"

The bastard just had to keep using her name, didn't he. That was turning her on too.

"Don't stop, Alton," she said prettily, turning the full force of her beautiful eyes on his, which were mere inches away.

"That's better," he growled. Wow. Okay. Superpower, flirty eyes, he noted with alarm as he felt another piece of his heart snatched away by this temptress. "You know the price for me to continue, don't you?"

"Mmhmm," she nodded urgently.

"You don't even know what it is yet," he muttered, feeling guilty, as his impure plans got closer to fruition.

Somehow he had shifted from protector to aggressor, he realised. The fox was well and truly in the henhouse and it was cavorting about, instead of slinking back out like a good boy.

He laid his fingers back where they were, and she arched against him, moving her pussy against his fingers, trying to find her own release.

He laughed. "Uh, uh, uh. No you don't, naughty girl."

He let go of her hands, and she left them pressed against the wall, her cheek resting between them.

Her moans were getting louder. Too loud he realised. He jammed his hand across her mouth.

"Shh, shh, shhh," he instructed her. "I'll have to stop if you get too loud."

She tried her hardest to suppress her moans, but they seemed to be uncontrollable, like a thing separate from her.

Alton spun her around and covered her mouth with his, muffling the noises.

He was more than happy to kiss her at the same time as he was increasing the tempo down there.

He pushed three fingers inside her at the same time as he sped up his ministrations on her clit, pushing his tongue deeply into her mouth and adding his pinkie to lightly touch her ass, so he had all of her openings covered.

She flipped hard over the top, not sure if she was being made love to or violated.

Her traitorous body suggested the former…