Ya was power. Ya was dominance. Ya was a monster. And everytime you begin to forget what they were, they'd be quick to remind you. The litany of scars and bites serve as visual aid for the lesson taught each time the dragon claimed you as theirs. Every affair was an excruciating gauntlet of pain, any pleasure you experienced was a mere side effect of Ya chasing their own. This time was no different, you wince when the cold edge of a blade makes contact with your chest and breaks the skin. A crimson pearl trickles from the wound down the length of Ya's sword before they begin dragging the blade's edge across your body. All you can do is clench your teeth and close your eyes as they carve line after line into your flesh as if they were a painter and you their canvas. With each incision the trickles of blood soon turned into a deluge that ensanguined your torso. You wouldn't die; Ya would always stop just short of freeing your soul from this hell. They'd never be careless enough to break their favorite toy.
You barely had time to process the sound of the blade hitting the floor before the hauntingly familiar sensation of a slimy appendage tracing your wounds made itself known. Ya had begun lapping up your life essence as they worked their way up to the vulnerable side of your neck. You feel their fangs scrape across your skin before Ya bites into skin and begins drinking the sanguine juice flowing from you as if it were the most exquisite wine. Ya's efforts would surely leave a mark, yet another act to enforce their possession over your body. Even though your mind recognized the cruelty of the act, a primitive part of your physiology began to stir. If they could feel the meaty stick poking into them they didn't let it show. Ya released your neck from their maw, blood flowing freely from where they bit you. The feeling of their calloused hands taking hold of your shaft elicits a sharp gasp from you. They squeeze your cock hard enough that you start to worry about them crushing it. The pressure around your member lessens as Ya begins to draw their hand along your length in rough, dry motions.
Before long blood flowing from the cuts on your torso finds its way down to your groin and gets between Ya's hand and your shaft, providing a crude lubricant as their ministrations spread it over your length. The building sense of pleasure lessens the pain, at least you like to think it does. Small rivulets of precum leak from your tip, quickly getting mixed into the crimson fluid coating your shaft. Ya's handjob gets smoother as they continue stroking your cock, edging you closer and closer to your climax. The electric feeling building up within your loins serves as a warning of the oncoming surge of cum, Ya can feel it as well; with their hand wrapped so tightly around you it would be impossible for them to miss it. Powerful spurts of seed shoot out from your dick, most of the nut gets caught on Ya's hand, with a few stray shots escaping their grasp and landing on the floor. As your orgasm fades you take notice as Ya holds their hand out in front of their face as if inspecting the mess of your combined fluids staining it. The cum and blood mashed together into a brownish-red mixture, the color doesn't seem to deter them since without hesitation they begin licking their palm clean.
Despite cumming already your shaft still stood at attention, a result of your unwillingly endurance training. Regardless of your predicament Ya was the only one who knew whether or not you would be fully relieved; it was never certain if they would continue playing with you or just leave you hard. It seems they were in a good mood today, as they positioned their face before your cock. Their serpentine tongue lashed out with quick strikes against your tip, before coiling down the length of your dick. The feeling of their tongues wrapped around your shaft always surprises you, regardless of how many times you experience it. Their mouth soon follows as Ya takes your cock into their gullet with no resistance. Even with your meat so deep in their throat they still make it clear who's in control with a tight squeezing of your sack, courtesy of their unoccupied hand. The pain only adds the pleasure; you weren't always a masochist but dealing with Ya for so long changed that. For a monster such as them there was no pleasure to be found without inflicting pain.
The swelling of your shaft heralded the coming of another orgasm, Ya's tongue coiled tighter around your shaft as their hand squeezed your balls as if trying to pump the cum out faster. The tightness of their tongue combined with their attempt to milk you made for an exquisitely painful feeling as the torrent of seed was forced through the small opening that Ya's tongue left open. When it finally made its way out your sperm was greedily devoured by them, not a single drop was permitted to escape their maw. As soon as you stopped feeding the monster they were quick to release your flaccid member from their mouth. It seems that after two servings they had their fill of you for now. After retrieving their previously discarded blade they left you alone, with nothing to do but wait for the cycle to repeat next time they were bored.