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Sacrifice of a Virgin
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Sacrifice of a Virgin
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Sacrifice of a Virgin
by
Renee Charles
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.
Sacrifice of a Virgin
COPYRIGHT © 2015 by Renee Charles
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission of the author or The Wild Rose Press, Inc. except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.
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Publishing History
First Scarlet Rose Edition, 2015
Digital ISBN 978-1-62830-830-3
Published in the United States of America
Dedication
For my husband, who brings out the brave in me.
PRAISE FOR AUTHOR
Renee Charles
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Sacrifice of a Virgin
Ages ago, in a land full of magical creatures who harbor dark desires…
She stood blindfolded with her hands tied above her head. A breeze pulled at the strands of hair that fell loose from her braid. They tickled her cheek and caressed her naked shoulder where her shift had slipped, leaving tender flesh exposed to the evening air. Rena would do anything for the love of her family. That love gave her the courage to wait, without a scream, struggle, or fear, stiff as the timber to which she’d been lashed—a sacrifice to the Dragon.
The cold of the moss underfoot crept up her calves, and she shifted her weight from one bare foot to the other. The warmth of the sun disappeared from her skin indicating it had slipped behind the distant trees. The time had come.
Rena tried not to tremble. One deep breath…then another…and another. The sound of the night sky changed and carried with it a noise much like that of a sail filling with the sea air.
Wings. Her heart raced. The echo of her pounding heart competed with the whoosh of those wings beating against the wind.
Fighting the urge to scream, Rena dug her heels into the ground and pictured the faces of each of her beloved sisters. By the time the next lottery came, they would be married and no longer a suitable sacrifice.
A flurry of dust and debris accompanied the creature’s landing. Rena turned her face away. It suddenly became difficult to breathe. Her resolve waivered, and she took a step back, forgetting there was nowhere to go. The wood post bit into her flesh through the thin sheath she wore. Rena sucked in her breath and held it, awaiting the painful rip of talons as they shredded her flesh and swept her broken body into the night.
Terror mounted with every passing second. How much would she feel? Rena prayed she’d die with the first stroke, and not be forced to endure the creature’s entire devouring of her.
As Rena exhaled, simply because she could not hold her breath a second longer, the feather light caress of a man’s hand on her cheek shocked her. When his touch dropped to graze her nipple, then cup her breast as if to weigh it, she lost all sense of the world and everything around her went black…
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Rena awoke to the sound of a crackling fire, her eyes still covered and her hands bound. The mossy ground below her feet had given way to a soft feather bed laden with silks and warmth. The smell of the forest had been replaced by the sweet, acrid scent of burning spice.
This was all wrong. Rena sat up and turned toward the smell. “You are there. Your pipe gives you away. What do you want with me?”
“You were given to me. And there is no pipe.” The disembodied voice floated around her as if he paced.
“I was given to the dragon. Why have you interfered? Now my sisters will be chosen in my absence.” Rena struggled to her knees in the soft bed, despite her bonds, to plead in the direction from which the smooth, masculine voice came. “Please. I beg of you, take me back before it is too late.”
“Your sisters are quite safe.” The voice came from behind her again.
She had the distinct feeling of a mouse, trapped and toyed with before the cat struck. Panic rose in her throat. “You must take me back to the dragon.”
“I am the dragon. My name is Marcos.”
The truth washed over her, cold as a bucket of well water on a crisp morning. He was insane.
“You’re mad.” It slipped out before she thought better of angering the madman who held her fate. Rena tried to turn again, but fell forward in the plush bedding. She caught herself with her bound hands and sat back on her heels. She could do little to disguise the sob in her voice. “Take me back, I beg of you, before it is too late.”
“I’ll prove it, and then we will continue our conversation.” A dip in the bed tested her balance, and a rough hand pushed her blindfold up to her hairline.
Rena sucked in her breath.
He stood before her, one knee braced on the bed, naked. His thick cock relaxed against his thigh, and his bronze skin glowed in the firelight. Long black hair hung in waves around his shoulders and his ebony eyes bore into her.
She swallowed heavily at his magnificent, sculptured body, so close she could smell the spice of his skin. Heat and moisture gathered between her legs. She bit her lower lip and squeezed her thighs tight to quell the familiar desire to touch herself and relieve the building need.
Before she had a chance to challenge his sanity and demand he take her to back where he’d found her, his flesh shimmered and gave way to blue and green scales similar to those of a fish.
Rena blinked to make sure she was not still unconscious as his features twisted and elongated. He stretched his arms wide. The blue membranes that attached his arms to his body were so thin, she did not believe them capable of flight. A tail snaked up and over his shoulder from behind like a pet stealing a peek. Once the transformation was complete, a shimmering blue dragon stood before her.
Her heart raced, and her breath puffed in short panicked bursts. “But this is impossible.”
“Ah, so you say, and yet here I am.” The unnatural creature bowed, then reached out to trace the neckline of her shift with a single black talon. “You are afraid, but I can smell your excitement as well.”
Rena’s cheeks burned with embarrassment. Though typical for her body to give such wildly inappropriate responses to her circumstances, she was the only one who knew. The scratching sensation
of his claw caused more moisture between her legs, to the point her folds practically dripped. By his satisfied growl and elongated smile, she suspected he knew that as well.
Despite the mortifying last moments of her life, Rena took a deep breath and closed her eyes. “I am ready to die.”
But for the second time, death did not come.
He cleared his throat, and his claws clicked as he plucked at the tie of her gown where it fell between her full breasts.
She opened her eyes in wonder. “Will you not have your way with me?”
His chest rumbled with rich laughter. “Oh, I will, but not in the manner you think. See, I have found that the young woman who offers herself in sacrifice to save her family and village tends to be of a certain nature. I find that…” He took a deep breath, and smoke rolled from his nostrils while his claws wandered down the front of her gown, lightly scratching a hot trail to her navel. “Very appealing. Your giving nature is a rare and precious gift. One that could be easily abused if not protected.”
Her nipples tightened and extended to rub against the rough fabric, which set them ablaze. Damn her body.
“I like to reward that nature, after teaching the young woman a thing or two about that most intoxicating part of herself.” He shimmered again, and the naked man reappeared on the bed next to her with his hand cupping her breast through the thin gown.
Rena shrank back.
“There is no need to be afraid. I will not hurt you. In fact, you are here for just the opposite reason. There are men who would take advantage of that nature in you, twist it to fulfill their own grotesque needs. I would have you learn about your gifts from me, as I do so enjoy teaching a maiden to come.”
Her heart leapt at his words.
Marcos ignited the same excitement she felt when she’d snuck glances at the men of her village. She’d stolen peeks at their bulges whenever the opportunity arose. She’d only been caught staring once, and being caught was more exciting than the looking.
The villager she’d been caught gawking at was not as handsome as he was big and powerful. The way his thigh muscles moved under his pants had entranced her, and all she could think, at the time, was how long his man root might be. When she’d finally remembered her manners enough to raise her eyes, he met her stare.
Flames had shot to her face, but when the man’s eyes raked her body in appreciation, the apex of her legs had grown hotter and tingled with a strange need. He’d gently shaken his head and finger at her, acknowledging her unladylike behavior. The possibility of a reprimand, one from such a powerful man had excited her so much wetness dripped down her leg. To her dismay, he merely smiled knowingly because his wife had appeared at his side, complaining about something or other, and the he scolded her for her language. When the wife pouted rather than mount her husband then and there like Rena wanted to, she knew her desires were not normal.
Any hope of a normal pairing had died that day as the couple disappeared into the chaos of the market. Rena became acutely aware that for her normal would never have been enough. She’d have been begging him to throw her over his strong massive thighs for a good disciplining by hand. Rena wasn’t an average girl with daydreams of love.
As the summer pressed on and Rena listened to her younger sisters talk about the boys in the village, she realized her darker desires held no future. That was why, when the fall harvest arrived with the call for the Five Year Lottery for a virgin to be sacrificed, Rena volunteered. That, and so her sisters could live normal happy lives with husbands by their sides and babies at their ankles, something Rena could never stomach.
And now it seemed this creature had other plans for her.
With his index finger, Marcos circled Rena’s nipple through her shift.
She brushed him away with her bound hands, despite the liquid pooling at her nether lips. “You mustn’t touch me like that. It’s not proper.”
“Oh, not only will I touch you, I will master your body, fuck you in every manner possible, and make you sing my name in ecstasy.” He leaned toward her so his lips brushed her temple, and his warm, spiced scent enveloped her. “And my little Rosebud, by the time I am finished teaching you how to come, you will plead for me to touch you like that.”
Despite Rena’s trepidation, her body responded to every word. Her wetness soaked the gown tangled between her legs. Her breath came in short, excited pants, and her tight nipples scraped her shift with each pant. Suddenly aware that the thin fabric covering her body was the only barrier between his hard muscles and her soft flesh, excitement sizzled through her body like butter on a hot pot.
A moment of boldness took her better judgment. “W-w-what do you want from me?”
“Your virginity,” he whispered, then moved away. The muscles in his naked buttocks flexed as he climbed off the bed. He continued, “Your obedience while I give you lessons in the ways of pleasure.”
Rena’s thoughts swirled. She should be afraid of this creature. But the desire his words ignited overwhelmed her good sense. And that, she did fear.
He slid the blindfold back over her eyes. “So let’s begin with your first lesson.”
A heady mixture of excitement and panic rose inside her. A lady would not submit to such things. “I have not agreed to this.”
He cupped her cheek and let the rough pad of his thumb caress her quivering lips. “And that is your first lesson. Whether you submit to our lessons…or not, is your choice and therefore puts you in control. I will not rape you. It defeats the purpose for you being here.”
Marcos let his hand wander to the nape of her neck where he massaged the muscles until she felt like warm butter.
He spoke in a low, sultry voice with a slight rasp directly next to her ear. “I want you to explore your desire, not fear it. Even while you are blindfolded and bound, you have control. I give you this word because, throughout the night, I will offend your conditioning of what is right and wrong, and you will tell me to stop as a proper young woman should. But you will not mean it. If ever you truly want me to stop what I am doing, you need only speak a single word.”
His hand found her hair. He wrapped the length of it around and around, then used the knot to gently tip her head back.
Being at his mercy was the most exciting thing she’d ever felt. Her heart raced, and with even the slightest movement, she could feel how slick her slit grew.
“That word is rosebud. Say it…now.” His voice grew gruff and urgent.
“I am frightened.” Her entire body trembled now, but fear was not the only reason.
“Yes, but that is part of what makes it so exciting, is it not? Even as frightened as you are, the heat between your legs grows moist as your pussy pleads for more.”
“How dare you say such things?” Mortified, mostly because he was right, Rena gathered her gown with her bound hands in her lap.
“Shall I check?”
“Rosebud.”
“Ah, quick student, aren’t you?” He released her hair, and cool air replaced his warmth as he left her side.
“Please, won’t you untie me?” She tried to follow his voice, but it seemed he circled her again.
“Not just yet. Now for your next lesson.” He leaned in so close his spicy breath caressed her face, but to her disappointment, he did not touch her “Your body is magic.”
She laughed despite her dire situation. “No, your body is magic. Mine is clumsy and awkward.”
“Have you ever touched yourself?”
His knowledge slapped her like a cold splash of water to the face. She sucked in her breath and shook her head in denial while her skin flushed hot and cold at the same time. How could he know? She’d never told a soul of the pleasure she found touching herself in the wee hours of the night.
“Liar. Shall I punish you for lying?”
Strong hands seized her waist and flipped her onto her stomach. She landed on her forearms. He grabbed an ankle and tugged her legs off the bed. Before she could react, he slapped her
ass with a resounding whack.
“No! Stop!” Her ass burned where his hand made contact yet, at the same time, felt so good. She shuddered.
“Why? Do you not like that?”
Whack. This stroke was a bit harder, and Rena was mortified that she didn’t want him to stop despite her protest. The heat on her bottom where he made contact spread round to her slit. Her breaths came in short bursts. She feared she might cry in embarrassment if he didn’t stop, but she also feared he would stop and leave her in wanting anguish. She buried her face in the silks to squelch the temptation to say the word.
“Lie again, woman, and the strokes will be much harder. Remember, you need only speak a word to stop me.” Whack.
She nodded, unable to answer through the betrayal of her body’s desire. Although the strikes stung, the burning fed a fire deep in the core of her being, where her secret desires hid.
The next strike didn’t come. Instead, she felt the warmth of his presence behind her. He gathered the hem of her shift and lifted it, dragging his nails on her skin as he exposed the back of her thighs inch by inch. “Let’s inspect our work here.”
“This is wicked.” She panted in want for more.
“Is it? I am a dragon after all. Would it not be more wicked if I ate you?”
She tried to pull away, but still bound, he held her easily in place.
“Will you?” She welcomed an end to this embarrassment. Her naked bum exposed, and her quim dripped with need as she let this man—no, this beast—do as he wished with her simply because it felt delicious. What was wrong with her?
He chuckled. “I dare say not as you mean it. After this night, you will leave this land, establish yourself as a woman of means somewhere far from here with the dowry I will provide and lead a happy, satisfying life. But not until after you have learned what I intend to teach you.”
Marcos caressed the stinging skin of her bottom, and the touch sent waves of molten need to her core. “A lovely shade of pink. I suspect it matches your cheeks right about now.”
He was right. Her face burned with embarrassment while her body burned with something she could not name. His hand continued rubbing, soothing, exciting all at once. The next caress his fingers grazed her slit.
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