Ride the Dragon : Hot Sex Mystic Fantasy

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Copyright © 2012 by Selena Sexton. All rights reserved worldwide.

This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters and incidents
are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously,
and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, organizations,
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this work are 18 years of age or older.

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Princess
Amagoria walked the forest pathways, her bare feet feeling the loamy earth
beneath her and her bare skin being caressed by the gentle evening breezes. She
had shed her blue dress back at the boundary to this area. Clothing was
allowed, of course. But he preferred her to be naked when she approached.

He. Him.
The…thing that controlled this section of the forest and claimed it as his own.
He had arrived here in Pallathor nearly two years ago, and laid his claim to
this place, protecting it from any who would argue his right of ownership.

It wasn’t
the only thing he had laid claim to.

Her long
red hair spilled over her shoulders and down her chest, tickling her breasts
and her sensitive nipples. She was only just nineteen, and being naked still
had a certain thrill for her. Especially now that she knew what it could lead
to. Did lead to, where he was concerned.

There
were two birch trees ahead, one to either side of the path. This was the
marker. The unofficial doorway into his living space. The forest around here
was his by claim, and fools walked there. But this path led into his home. And
it wasn’t just foolish to come here. It was a death sentence.

Except
for Amagoria. She had been chosen to be the Kingdom’s emissary when she was
just seventeen years old, barely a woman, and still naïve to many things
adults did. She wasn’t ignorant of those things any longer. He accepted her
presence here. In fact, he had required it as a condition of his not wiping out
the villages of Tragon and Trapol, which had declared war on him.

That war
had lasted the space of an afternoon, when none of the brave men the villages
sent out had come back.

Her thin
body trembled as she reached the two birch trees. She knew what she was here for.
She had done this once a week for the last year and a half. But it didn’t make
it any less exciting.

Swallowing,
she brought up her courage and stepped forward.

He knew
she was there immediately, as he always did. Here, the path ended in a
clearing, and lanterns were lit around it in the branches of trees overhead. In
that dim light she could see him, standing opposite her, far enough back that
the lanterns cast thick shadows over his cloaked form.

She
curtsied to him, her nakedness making the gesture feel awkward. He had seen her
this way several times before, and she was over being bashful as she stood
there revealed to him. In fact, the thought of him even now staring at her
smooth flesh, at her developed breasts, at the dark cleft between her thighs, aroused
her. She felt her face flush, and felt the heat rising in the depths of her
most secret spaces. Her fingers trailed idly across her crotch, stroking her
pubic lips and her swelling clit.

“Good
evening, Amagoria,” he said to her in his growling voice. “It is time again.”

She bowed
her head, trying to keep her fingers from playing with herself. It was like
they had a mind of their own. He always had this effect on her.

Because
even if he was a monster, their time together was something special to her.

He
thumped forward into the light, massive body huddle beneath that cloak he
insisted on wearing until he knew she was alone. There had been far too many
people who had feared him just because of his looks. He didn’t take that chance
anymore.

But now
he let the cloak fall to the ground around him and stood to his true height.
The beast within was magnificent to her eyes. Dark, sleek skin that covered a
muscular and thick body. Arms with corded muscles that led to huge hands. Huge,
but gentle hands. His neck was long and sinewy and bent low to keep his head at
her eye level. His eyes were the glowing yellow of purest gold, slitted like a
snake’s and set to either side of his leonine face. A mane of short, dark green
hairs swept from the top of his head all the way down the back of his neck and
down his body to end just before the tip of his whip-like tail.

He
stretched, and as he did his wings unfurled, dark and leathery and beautiful.

This was
Vonor, last King of the Dragons.

He saw
the smile on her face and huffed through his nostrils. “How is it, little
angel-mine, that you do not turn and run away whenever you see me? Perhaps I
would enjoy tying you down and forcing myself on you.”

She
laughed. His caustic humor had scared more than one person near to death. But
she understood him. “You would not enjoy that at all, and we both know it. What
good is sex if both partners are not enjoying it?”

He nodded
once and came closer to her. His one hand reached out and stroked her cheek.
She thrilled to his touch. “You have a wisdom that many of your kind lack,
Amagoria.”

She took
hold of his hand, her own hands dwarfed by his one, and moved his fingers down
to her breast. “Touch me here,” she whispered. And as he did, she felt the
electric shock that connected her nipples and her vagina thrum with intense
sensation.

Vonor
chuckled. “Yes. Much wisdom. That’s why I chose you for this.”

She
turned knowing eyes on him with an eyebrow quirked. “The only reason?” She took
his other hand and encouraged him to touch the warm, slick heat between her
legs.

His
finger pet her pubic area, stroking the short red hairs, and pressing harder to
caress the lips of her opening. She spread her legs for him and then he was
pressing against her clit and she had to grab hold of his arms to keep from
falling down.

He
twisted his head closer to her ear. “Not the only reason,” he admitted.

Gently,
very gently, he twisted his one finger into her crease. She moaned and whined
as she took his digit into herself. His hands were bigger than any man’s could
be, and his finger pushed her close to her limits. Not like his cock would,
when he got to it, but still.

Vonor
bent his neck over so that his mouth was right next to her right nipple even as
he continued to finger the left one. She threw her head back and let his hand
take her weight as her legs trembled from excitement and arousal and need and a
hundred other emotions she never knew she would have before meeting him. His
breath was warm over her bare skin in the cool evening air, and then his tongue
was flicking at her, its serpentine length dragging across her stiff little nub
and just as he did that he twisted the finger that was up inside of her and it
set off that special spot she had just up and inside of her hole and she
screamed as she exploded over him, the first of what was sure to be many
orgasms.

He let
her body work through its spasms until she was resting against him and shaking
and trying to focus her eyes.

Then he
started on her again.

He
bounced his hand underneath her and the motion imitated intercourse and she
felt herself rocking with his motion, playing on his finger as though it really
were his cock.

Then he
lifted her up into the air and off her feet.

This was
new. This was something she had never done before, never even considered
before, being held in the air by him with his finger in her and his mouth on
her breast and the world spun around her as she tried to collect her thoughts,
tried to speak, tried to think…

She went
off again, bucking her legs in the air, working herself around his finger. She
beat her fists against his chest and cried out in wordless ecstasy and never
wanted it to stop.

“Yes,
angel-mine,” he lisped against her with her breast in his mouth. “Yes, hit me
harder. Harder!”

He asked
for this sometimes, and she didn’t understand it but did it anyway. It made him
feel better. Maybe it was the way dragons fucked each other. She didn’t know,
and she wasn’t going to ask. It was what he wanted. So she gave him what he
wanted.

Her fists
beat down on his shoulders and his chest and he was the one to moan now as she
did it and his tongue trailed up her chest and slipped around her neck
and…squeezed.

It wasn’t
painful. It wasn’t too much so that she couldn’t breathe, but breathing became
harder and her head became lighter and his finger was in her still and she was
flinging her legs everywhere to get every bit of her touched inside and she was
beating on him and being used by him and she didn’t know what was happening and
she lost track of the world around her and all she knew as her body in his
hands and then her whole being blew apart as she came on him and came and came
and came.

He let go
of her neck, and she drew a deep breath that brought the world back into being
around her. The lights of the lanterns seemed brighter. The trees stood out in
more detail. Vonor’s face floated in front of her own and she could see every
line of it, every crease and scale and mark and she threw her arms around his
long neck and held on for dear life and didn’t want it to end.

“Are you
all right?” he asked her, his low gravelly voice kind and affectionate.
“I…haven’t done that with you before. I didn’t know how you would take it. Sex
between dragons is different than sex with you fleshlings.”

She
nodded into his shoulder, not sure what she was saying yes too. Clearing her
throat she finally found her voice. “That was the best yet. I don’t want to be
a fragile flower that you have to tiptoe around. I want you to use me, Vonor. I
want you to do whatever you want with me.”

He
laughed, threw his head back and laughed into the night. “Angel-mine, you have
the worth of any dragon female! Two, even! I knew I chose wisely when I picked
you to come to me.”

“Come to
you. Yes,” she drawled in a voice dripping with innuendo as she gave her hips a
sensual twist on his finger. “I want to come to you. I want to come all over
you.”

He
laughed again, softly, and bending down, bit her shoulder. Not gently.

She
yelped but then relaxed into it, feeling his teeth break the skin, feeling the
nerves in her muscles ignite under the piercing pressure. “Yes,” she moaned.

Then he
was laying her down in the soft grasses, his finger trailing over her ass and
her wet slot as he withdrew his hand and she almost cried at the emptiness in
her. He pinned her arms to the ground with his heavy hands and she knew it
wasn’t necessary but it was what he wanted.

And what
he wanted from her, she wanted to give to him.

But she
wanted something in return.

“Get in
me, Vonor,” she said to him, her eyes narrowed and intense. “I want you in me
now.”

He
chuckled and twisted his neck across her breasts and then up away. “You want
it, do you?”