Kiss of Flame (The Dragon's Virgin Tribute) (2 page)

Its tongue snaked out, over her neck and chest. Then it nuzzled lower, below where its paw pinned her, and lifted the skirt of her dress with its nose.

She struggled, trying to hold her skirt down, but the beast ignored her hands and tore away the cloth of her dress with its teeth. She was completely exposed, naked before the creature.

Lily tried to clench her legs together as the dragon's tongue slid down over her hip, then licked the insides of her thighs, moistening her skin.

"What are you doing?" She cried, furious. Why was it toying with her? She struggled, but the claws clamped tighter, digging into her flesh; a warning. So she stilled, her breath heaving in heavy sobs.

The twin forks of the tongue explored her thighs, then flickered up over her sex, tickling over the pearl that was her center of pleasure. An unwelcome shock of pleasure went through her, making her quiver. Lily whimpered. Now she was afraid not of being devoured, but being tortured first. What might that tongue do to her?

As if in answer to her silent question, the dragon closed its eyes, and the tongue rubbed over her pearl, relentlessly circling. Lily was in utter disbelief. She had never felt such an intense sensation! She could feel herself getting wet down there.

She was ashamed of herself, of her body's reaction. "No..." she gasped, quaking in response to the pleasure radiating outwards.

She felt the tongue slip down, tracing her slit, tasting her wetness, and moaned at the slick sensation. Then, the dragon opened its mouth a little wider, and snaked its tongue inside her hole. It slid easily in, and Lily arched her head back and closed her eyes as the tongue moved inside her.

The forks moved separately, caressing her inner walls, swirling around. Then the tongue thrust further into her, exploring, and there was sharp pain. She yelped, drawing her knees together protectively.

To her surprise, the dragon's tongue was withdrawn and the pain receeded. It snaked back over her slit, back to her nub and lapped at her there. The pleasure returned, twice as intense. Lily groaned, her hips moving of their own accord as the dragon found a rhythm and kept licking.

She felt something gathering within her – an unfamiliar sensation, as though something incredible was just out of reach. Moaning and shuddering, she moved in tandem with the licking tongue, her hips rocking against it.

Then, one fork of the split appendage slipped down once more. The dragon thrust one fork of its tongue inside her and mercilessly rubbed her clit with the other.

Unable to help herself, Lily let out a cry of bliss as she crested the unfamiliar rise, and shuddered and tensed as incredible bouts of pleasure coursed through her body. Her hands clutched at the ground, nails blunting on the stone.

As her climax ebbed, she felt the tongue withdraw, and the dragon pulled back. It removed its claws from her, and her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath.

"Oh!" she gasped, speaking to no-one in particular. "What was that?"

Of course, there was no answer, and Lily stared up at the stars that shone in the sky above the open cavern.

After a while, she realized the dragon was gone, and whats more – she was still alive. Puzzled, she sat up, clutching the torn remnants of her dress against her body.

A man was crouched there, ten feet away from her.

She screamed, scrabbling backwards and trying to hide herself.

He looked up. And immediately she saw that he wasn't a man. Not a regular one, at any rate. His skin was dark, and his lower arms and legs looked scaly, a deep metallic blue-black. His fingers ended in clawed nails, and his toes were talons. His ears were slightly pointed, and horns jutted backward out of wild dark hair. His eyes glowed orange-red.

As he uncurled from his crouching position and stood before her, she belatedly noticed that he was naked. His body was hard and smooth, his muscles well-defined on his lean but strong body. Below his abdomen, a massive erection pointed up at a sharp angle.

Lily stared for a minute before remembering herself and averting her eyes. "Who are you?" She asked nervously – although she knew the answer.

He regarded her coldly. "Nalranith."

"You're the..." She swallowed. "The dragon."

He nodded slowly.

She had so many questions, but she chose the most urgent. Her voice shook as she reluctantly asked. "A- are you going to eat me?"

Something twitched at the corner of Nalranith's mouth. A smile? "No." He said, in a deep, growling voice.

"Then..." Lily furrowed her brow. "What...?"

He stepped closer, the claws on his feet clicking on the floor.

Lily's heart hammered in her chest. "Why are you burning down our villages?" She asked, lifting her chin and trying to appear brave.

"We were peaceful once. Your people killed all of my people."

She blinked. "That was hundreds of years ago."

His eyes blazed, and his lip curled. "Yes."

"My Kingdom sent a tribute, and we have not seen any dragons since!"

"I was born from that tribute." He growled. "And now it is time for another."

"What?" She clutched her dress so tightly her knuckles went white. "You mean you want to... to breed with me?"

"I have to breed with you." He said. "I am the last. I need royal blood."

Lily stared at him, her lip quivering. "But... I'm a virgin." She said, hopelessly.

"I know."

Lily scrambled to her feet, backing slowly away. Nalranith continued to walk toward her, moving casually. Finally, she backed into the wall. Her eyes darted around nervously, confirming that, of course, there was no escape. She could see no exit aside from the cavern ceiling.

He loomed over her, looking through strands of the dark hair that fell over his face. There was a hunger in his eyes, almost as though he did want to devour her.

Suddenly, he lunged. She squealed and tried to run, but he caught her straight away, grabbing her wrists and holding them tightly as he pushed her face-first against the cavern wall.

"Don't resist," he murmured in her ear. "And I won't have to hurt you." He made a low purring sound, rubbing himself against her. Lily shivered as she felt his body press hard against hers, his huge, hard phallus sliding against her ass.

She had never been this close to a man, and she certainly hadn't imagined it being like this. He smelled of smoke and earth, and his skin was hot. As he breathed heavily in her ear, she felt the a shiver of arousal run through her body, lighting a fire inside her. It was like an awakening.

"I can make it good for you." The dragon rumbled, as he bent to suck on the skin of her neck, moistening it with his tongue.

His tongue was still long, she thought, but no longer forked. She remembered the feeling of his tongue on her... in her. She wondered what it would feel like to have that giant cock inside – it seemed unlikely it would even fit. How much would it hurt?

She shivered, feeling wicked and ashamed.

Holding her wrists easily in one hand, he cupped one breast in the other. His thumb caressed the nipple, and it hardened under his touch. His claw brushed her skin lightly - not hurting, but threatening.

Lily gasped, her face pressed up against the stone. She tried to struggle then, weakly and hopelessly, twisting in his grip.

It only spurred him on. She heard him chuckle quietly, and he let go of her wrists, only to wrap his hand in her long hair. He yanked her head back, and she winced at the sharp pain in her scalp.

Nalranith pulled by the hair, her away from the wall, and dragged her a few steps. There, he pushed her down onto the ground, so that she was on her hands and knees. Still gripping her hair so tightly, he caressed her round ass with his hand, claws brushing her skin.

"You don't want to make me angry." He growled.

Thinking on it, she reluctantly agreed. She tried to force her body to relax. If she resisted too much, he might burn her alive. Would that really be preferable to being mated by this beast?

"I'm sorry," she whispered.

She exhaled in relief when he loosened his hold on her hair, allowing her to relax her head. He bent over her, and kissed the back of her neck. His lips were hot and the kiss was surprisingly tender. She felt his steamy breath on her skin.

Then his rock-hard member pressed against her virgin entrance. Tears came to her eyes once again and she angrily blinked them away, gritting her teeth and trying to steel herself.

He moved, taking hold of his cock and sliding it against her wet slit, up and down its length. The friction sent thrills of delight through her reluctant body, and the dragon moaned in pleasure as he slipped along her wetness.

The sound of his moans, so heavy with arousal, took her breath away. "Please," she said, shuddering. "Please don't." But her hips pressed back, moving with his motions, slipping against him.He growled - a primal sound of hunger, and suddenly she felt the swollen head of his cock pushing against her hole again.

He didn't wait this time, pushing the tip of himself inside. It felt as though it stretched her, impaling and tearing. She cried out in pain and jerked, trying to pull away. Nalranith yanked her head back, keeping her in check. She whimpered.

He stilled for a moment, then slowly, carefully, pulled out and pushed back in. In and out, moving a little deeper each time. The burning pain grew less each time, and Lily started to relax a little more, her whimpers of protest turning into quiet, hopeless moans.

She heard his breath become ragged, and he began to move faster. Suddenly, it was as if he lost control. He grunted, and thrust himself deep, filling her completely. One hand gripped her hips, and he started pulling her back onto him, hilting himself in her over and over.

His moans and growls of pleasure excited her. Shamefully, Lily added her moans to his as the pleasure overpowered her will to resist.

No one had told her sex would be pleasurable. She had been taught that it was for making children - and that she would be expected to do her duty for her future husband whenever he wished. That was all. Nobody had ever mentioned how good it felt! Unwilling or no, her body responded to the primal need of the strange man as he thrust himself in and out of her.

She gasped for breath, feeling herself come closer and closer to that peak. No, she willed herself. Don't give him that. But she knew she couldn't control it.

"That's it..." Her captor murmured, sensing her turmoil. "Come for me." He moved his hand off her hip, bending slightly and slowing his thrusts. She felt his hand underneath her. His fingers brushed her and began to rub her clit, circling firmly, drawing out intense shocks of pleasure.

"Ahh!" Lily cried, her hips jerking suddenly as he relentlessly teased her nub, claws carefully held away. His hand tightened in her hair, a silent warning, as he firmly pumped his huge cock in and out of her wet cunt, stroking the length of her tunnel.

The sensation was too much. She arched her back, hips bucking, and cried out again and again as overwhelming pleasure rocked her body. She felt her cunt clench around his cock, and he moaned in response.

Lifting his hand away, he grabbed her by the hip again and began to pound into her, withdrawing his full length and thrusting it all the way back in, so that his heavy balls slapped against her mound. He growled low with each long stroke.

She felt his body tense. His claws pressed into her flesh at her hip and he rocked his hips against her. He throbbed hard inside her, spurting hot, sticky liquid. It was so hot it almost burned, causing her to bite her lip hard. His primal groans of ecstasy thrilled her, and as her climax faded, Lily felt a warm glow spreading through her body.

He held her still against him as he pulsed and spurted, again and again, filling her with his seed. Finally it stopped, and he relaxed. His hand unwound from her hair and he braced himself on her shoulder, using her for balance.

They breathed heavily, almost in unison, as they both recovered. Lily's arms began to shake, threatening to collapse under her. His cock still twitched inside her, and she could feel the wetness of his seed dripping down her thighs.

After a minute, he released her, pulling away. She felt more fluid drip down her legs as she fell to the floor. She curled around herself, breathing hard, her mind a haze.

Hours may have passed, or only minutes. She felt his presence near but didn't look up. Suddenly, Nalranith scooped her up in his arms. He carried her easily, and they went into a side chamber. He placed her down on a huge, soft mattress that lay on a stone platform. She rolled away, refusing to look at him, and cocooned herself in the blankets. He left her alone. After a while, she slept.

She woke some hours later, and her mind reeled with all that had happened as she tossed and turned, still fuzzy from sleep.

In the space of a day, her whole world had been turned upside down. Her family had thrown her to a dragon in order to save the kingdom. A kingdom that was only under threat due to the extermination of the dragon's species.

The more she thought on it, the more she felt sorry for Nalranith. He had to be lonely, up here by himself. And if she were the last of her kind, she might resort to drastic measures, too.