Operation Honey Trap vs The Emperor of the Apocalypse-Chapter 45: Surgical ’Enhancement’? [R18]

[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 his face.

"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, she nodded with satisfaction.

"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, that could have been them becoming dragon food. 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 human 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 tentatively removed his hand from her mouth, keeping it nearby just in case she changed her mind.

"I’m here to save you," he said softly into her ear. "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. "I’ve already seen them. We can slip out the back door on our own."

Being this close to her again was bringing back extraordinarily fond memories for the Commander, it was extremely distracting.

Her subtle girly smell, like flowers and vanilla, her long silky hair, her long legs, her short skirt...

He had a theory he wanted to try out on her tonight.

He pressed her harder against the wall, passing his hand lightly over her flower and dropping his head to her neck, where he breathed her in.

"Have you missed me as much as I’ve missed you, Miss Chastain?"

"No, not at all Commander. Why would I miss you?"

He reached down and lightly placed his finger on her button, using his other hand to pin her wrists above her head.

"I’m thinking possibly because I gave you your first climax," he whispered, "and I can give you your second one".

She let out a little breathy moan mixed with a squeak of pain.

The Commander lifted her skirt to check the cause, and saw the injury to her pretty curved ass cheeks.

"What the hell happened, Miss Chastain?" 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 back under her skirt, bypassing her injured ass cheeks and heading back for her honeypot.

Delphi knew this was a dangerous game because she seemed to have very limited self-control once he touched her down there.

"My trust in you is not high... Prince," her sarcastic comment was undermined when it turned into a little breathy moan as his fingers landed right where he had planned.

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."

It was as he thought. She was either naturally crazy-level sensitive, or the Emperor had operated on her.

He suspected the latter. It would be exactly like his Uncle to want to control this woman in bed, and what better way than to make her ’trigger happy’.

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 anyway?

"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.

This was another theory he had been pondering as he lay awake fantasising about her every night.

"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.

Wow. Okay. Superpower, flirty eyes, he noted with alarm as he felt another piece of his heart snatched away by this temptress.

That little seductive manoeuvre was the ’tell’ which placed all of the piece of the jigsaw into place for Alton.

Not only were her girly bits ’enhanced’, but she also needed someone else to ’help her out’.