He’d said his beast wouldn’t harm me, but I wasn’t ready to test it. How long would my handsome lord remain a dragon? It was one of many questions I forgot to ask before soaring away with him. I backed away slowly and took refuge in the temple.
The sun’s rays came through the opening at an angle and struck the interior of the dome on the westernmost side. Soon it would be high overhead, illuminating the dais and throne, before disappearing behind the high cliffs. Darkness would come early here, no matter what the season.
Above my head, the interior surface of the dome was sheathed in the same metal as the exterior, shining so brightly I wondered for a moment if it was made of pure gold. Our world was blessed with natural resources, but could our distant ancestors have mined enough gold to construct the entire roof of this vast temple? Impossible.
I dismissed it as a trick of the light and ventured farther.
The throne stood empty. I breathed a sigh of relief. I’d had enough drama for one morning. I didn’t need another encounter with the Oracle and her disturbing prophecy.
Taking advantage of the last rays of sunlight, I wandered around the interior, examining it. The craftsmanship was excellent. I ran a hand over one of the walls. Each huge stone block fit against the ones around it so tightly I doubted I could slide my knife blade between any of them. I thought I’d been well-educated but nothing in the history I learned of the World of the Seven Stars had prepared me for seeing the skill, the planning on a massive scale, by ancestors so distant we had lost all record of them.
I heard a noise behind me and whirled around. Drayke stood at the foot of the dais, stark naked, just as he’d been in the Oracle’s vision that night long ago. I swallowed, my pulse racing. He stood in the sunlight pouring in now through the dome. Tall and proud, his manhood thick and heavy once again. I could see no vestige of his dragon form.
He caught me looking at his cock. “An occupational hazard, my lady. Every time I shift back, I find myself in this state. But I’ve never had a beautiful woman available to take advantage of the situation.”
He stretched out his hand.
He must have had magical powers other than shifting into a mythical beast because I felt as though he’d cast a spell over me, compelling me to come to him. Kneel at his feet and pay homage to his manhood.
I’d seen it by starlight, touched it in my fantasies. Felt it thrusting deep inside me. But now, with the sun’s rays illuminating him from above like one of the gods in a painting at the Royal Museum, I could examine it, stroke it, in the light of day.
I sank to my knees in front of him, as though he was the ruler and I his subject.
I had nothing to compare it with, for his was the first erect penis I’d ever seen. But to me it looked huge, and I marveled I’d ever been able to take it inside me. I reached out. So thick my fingers couldn’t close around the shaft.
It was hot to the touch, like the heat of a dragon’s fire. I ran my hand down the long shaft, one finger tracing a purple-blue vein pulsing just under the skin. It jerked in my hand, and Drayke groaned.
Emboldened, I used the fingers of my other hand to fondle the tip. The skin there was stretched tight, reddish-purple, with a drop of his seed welling up from the slit. Wordlessly, he drew my head down, and I licked at it.
He tasted musky, salty. Different, but not unpleasant. I wondered how I tasted to him when he dipped his tongue into my pussy. He must not have minded it because he’d lapped at me greedily last night.
He used his hand to guide me, wrapping my fingers as far as they would go around his cock and bringing it to my mouth. He pressed it against my lips and I opened. Took the tip in.
He groaned again and wrapped my braid around his palm. Pulled my head forward to take more of him.
Though I was awkward and unschooled, he didn’t seem to mind. At first, I wanted only to please him. But as it went on, his rough sounds, his fingers gripping my head so masterfully, aroused my own passion. I discovered another power I hadn’t know I possessed. My feminine power. I could swirl my tongue over the head of his cock and draw a muffled cry. Or run my hand down to cup his balls and feel his body quiver.
I opened wider, and he pumped in and out, moving faster. Harder. Just when I feared I couldn’t breathe, he stopped. Took my face in both his hands.
“You gave me so much pleasure, my lady, I forgot for a moment this is all new to you. A lover doesn’t just demand his own satisfaction – he wants, needs, to take his partner to the heights of ecstasy with him. As I do with you.”
Drake swooped me up in his arms and carried me away.
Chapter Sixteen
Drayke
I strode to the rear of the temple, pressed the stone the Oracle showed me long ago.
A section of the wall opened, revealing the entrance to the fortress.
Melisandre lifted her head from my shoulder and stared around, wide-eyed. “Dear Goddess! Where are we?”
My raging cock wasn’t to be dissuaded with idle conversation. “I’ll give you the grand tour later,” I growled, silencing her with my mouth over hers.
I headed for the meeting room, kicked the door open, and laid her on the long wooden table. I wanted her spread out before me, naked, a sensual feast. I almost ripped her shirt off, then reminded myself to be gentle. I wanted to arouse her, not frighten her. I’d glimpsed the passion in my queen. Over time, I’d take pleasure in introducing her to her wild and wanton self.
Don’t take too long, warned the voice in my head. She won’t be yours alone forever.
My dragon rumbled ominously at the thought, and it was all I could do to stifle a roar. Jealousy reared its head. I knew what was to come, and suddenly I wasn’t sure I could bear it. We’d been together a few short hours, yet already I found myself fighting the urge to steal her away. Turn my back on my destiny and hers. Make love to her until she agreed to forsake her throne and run away with me into the wilderness.
She was looking up at me with so much trust in her eyes. I realized I couldn’t destroy that trust. If the Lord of Darkness succeeded in his plan, one day she’d leave the forest and find her kingdom in ruins. She’d hate herself for what she’d done.
My raging cock didn’t give a damn about the plight of the masses, but my bigger head prevailed. I’d take whatever time with her fate granted me, and be grateful for it.
I unbuttoned her blouse slowly, as though unwrapping a delicate gift, and kissed my way down the soft, creamy white trail I exposed. When her breasts were fully bared, I caressed them, then bent my head to take her nipples in my mouth, sucking gently on one while pinching and teasing the other. She gasped and grabbed my head.
“Am I hurting you?” I asked, though I already knew the answer.
“Yes…I mean no…” she babbled. “It’s so…intense. Even a little frightening. I love what you’re doing but I feel strange sensations in other places, as if there’s a current flowing from my nipple to my…” She stopped, embarrassed.
“You feel it flowing through you here.” I ran one hand down her chest.
She nodded, biting her lip.
I unfastened her leather pants and slid my hand in, resting it on her belly. “And here.”
Her eyes widened, but she didn’t protest. “Yes.”
I raised her hips with both hands and slid the pants down around her upper thighs. “Do you feel it here?” I asked, grazing the tiny bud with one finger.
She moaned. “Yes, there. Especially there.”
“There’s nothing to be afraid of. It’s perfectly natural to become aroused when I play with your nipples. If I touch you here …” I slid one finger into her pussy. She let out a little cry. “I’ll find you’re wet.”
I raised my finger to my mouth and licked it. She drew in her breath.
“I wondered when I tasted you if you…” She stopped again. I was entranced. My queen had a shy streak. I’d enjoy the times when my mastery compelled her to do as I com
manded despite her embarrassment.
“If I liked the way you taste?” I gave her a naughty grin. “Oh, yes. Very much.”
I pulled her pants off and slid her to the edge of the table. Bending forward, I hooked her knees over my shoulders, spread her legs wide, and licked. She shuddered and bucked.
“Oh, no, my lady. When I let you stroke and lick and suck me to your heart’s content without a protest, I was being indulgent. But I told you when we are alone, queen or no queen, I am your master, and you will obey me. Right now, your master wants to explore every inch of your body. You will lie there and accept it – or I’ll have to punish you.”
“Punish me? You wouldn’t dare!”
I lifted her hips off the table and gave her ass two sharp smacks. She let out a squeal. “I can, and I will.” I ran my hand possessively over the cheeks I’d swatted, raked my eyes over her naked body, and raised one eyebrow. “The way I see it, there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”
She shivered again, but her pussy lips glistened with the juices of her arousal. I’d been right. My queen had a submissive streak. I put it to the test.
“Put your heels on the table and spread your legs nice and wide for me so I can look and touch and taste my fill. If you move, I'll make you bend over and then spank your ass.”
I loved seeing a sweet ass quiver and redden beneath my hand, almost as much as I loved eating pussy. Knowing Melisandre had never been spanked made me eager to turn her over my knee and warm her bottom. Show her the spice it could add to lovemaking.
Then I’d squeeze her ass cheeks while I licked and sucked. She’d feel the sting from my smacks and discover a hint of pain enhanced her pleasure – and her submissiveness.
Chapter Seventeen
Melisandre
I thought I’d been at the peak of arousal last night and again this morning, but it was nothing compared to the way I felt stretched out naked on the table with my legs spread. I never knew I could get hot from words alone. But when he spoke of mastering me, said I’d have to obey his every command or be punished, a wicked thrill shot through me.
Of course, I challenged him. I’d never been faced with such a blatant display of masculinity, and I thought it was all bravado. So when he raised my bottom and smacked me, I was too stunned at first to react.
Then a shocking bolt of raw lust rocketed through me.
He grabbed my bottom and lifted my hips higher. Watching my face all the while, he ran his tongue up, ending with a quick flick over my throbbing clit. His fingers dug into my rear cheeks, reigniting the fiery sting of his smacks. To my shock, my pussy clenched then gushed.
His eyes darkened, and he darted his tongue in. “I love to taste your juices.”
As he licked and lapped, I moaned, trying desperately to lie still. But when he dipped his lead lower and circled my puckered rear opening with his tongue, embarrassment caused me to dig my heels into the table and push away.
“No! You can’t…you mustn’t…”
He lifted his head, and I saw the glimmer of dragon fire deep in his eyes. “Never tell your master what he can and cannot do.”
He lifted me off the table, trousers still around my knees, and hooked his foot around the leg of one of the heavy chairs at the table. Dragging it close, he sank onto it and draped me over his lap face-down.
When his hand connected with my backside, I let out a squeal. “All right, all right! I get it. I won’t say that again.”
“I don’t think you do get it,” he replied and smacked me again, even harder. “You will do as I say. Always. Without argument, without hesitation.”
He began spanking me in earnest, fast hard smacks. First on one cheek, then the other. I writhed and bucked. He laid his other arm across my back, holding me in place. I tried kicking him in the shins, but with my leather pants binding my knees together, I couldn’t put much power behind it.
“You beast!” I shrieked.
“The more you resist, the longer this will go on,” he warned.
Warring emotions did battle in me. My rational mind rebelled. You’re the queen. He has no right to treat you this way. But the primitive part of my brain awakened, sent the ancient message to my body that insured our species would survive. Strong male, stronger than you. Provider. Protector. Mate.
I suddenly became aware of his naked cock rubbing against my clit with every whack. I rocked against it, and the fiery sting on my bottom met a blast of heat deep in my core.
My cry dissolved into a low moan, and I ground myself against him.
He laughed wickedly. “My queen enjoys a good spanking.”
I opened my mouth to tell him he was wrong, but before I could get the words out, he yanked my pants off the rest of the way. Spreading my rear cheeks apart with one hand, he teased the tight pucker of my bottom hole with the other.
“Does my queen enjoy having her ass played with?”
Wrong again, I thought, but again my body overrode my mind. Embarrassment fought with arousal. He eased the tip of his finger in, and arousal won.
Sweet Goddess! I’d heard about fucking from Sally Anne, my maid and only real female friend. She’d hinted of other, naughtier acts, but I’d never dreamed my bottom hole could be a source for such wild sensations. My dragon lord held me pinned over his strong thighs and took his time. First probing then penetrating my rear channel, sliding his thick finger in and out, going a little deeper each time. It hurt at first, but once he got past the tight opening, pain disappeared, replaced by a dark hunger.
I became a brazen slut. Spread my legs farther apart and rocked back and forth on his lap. Rubbing my throbbing clit against his groin then pushing back, desperate for more of this wicked pleasure.
When he slid his other hand under me and stroked my clit, I screamed.
He stopped. “Shall I go on, my lady?”
“Yes,” I gasped.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, please.”
“Master,” he prompted.
“Yes, please, Master,” I babbled.
He slid his finger out. “Tell me what you want. Ask me to do it.”
“Please, Master,” I moaned. “Please rub my clit again and…and put your finger back there.”
He started stoking my swollen nub but teased me by running his other hand back and forth between my legs. “Put my finger where?”
I was frantic. Beyond embarrassment, beyond shame.
“Please, Master. Please put your finger in my ass.”
When he slid it in, I realized what he’d been doing. He’d coated his finger with slick juices from my dripping pussy. There was no more pain when he breached the tight opening. Only mindless intoxication that built higher and higher as he stroked and fingered me.
I shattered. The orgasm rocked me to the core, leaving me limp and shuddering. Drayke slid me off his lap and onto my knees between his legs.
His cock was purple-red, the head tight and swollen. I took him in my mouth eagerly, wanting to bring him as much pleasure as he’d brought me. He grabbed the back of my head, pumping in and out.
“Suck it,’ he growled. “Suck it good.”
The words were torn from deep in his chest. I felt a surge of power and took him deeper as his body began quivering. His fists tightened in my hair, holding my head in place. He gave a savage roar, and his hot cum spurted down my throat.
* * *
Three days and nights I spent in the dragon’s lair, that fortress carved out of the heart of Mt. Jarazal. Three days learning to harness the power within me. Three nights discovering the heat of passion.
My dragon lord was a patient teacher, but a demanding one. He pushed my boundaries of modesty and shame to the limit and beyond. I reveled in his mastery. Each time I breathlessly swore there could be nothing more, nothing better. Then he’d take me higher.
Our days were spent in battle training. A different kind of training than any I’d had in the past. He wo
rked with me as I learned to summon the power of the Seven Stars at will.
“Everything is connected by energy flowing through the Universe like a river. Humans, animals, plants, and trees. Wind and water. The mountains have energy pouring through them.”
We’d moved outside to the flat plain around the temple. Drayke picked up a small rock and held it in his palm. “See this pebble? You are connected to it through the flow. Now close your eyes. Breathe in and out. Step into the river. Drink from it. Do not think. Just feel. Feel it filling you until you become the energy.”
I emptied my mind, concentrated on my breathing. My body started to tingle all over, and I felt a rush thrumming through my veins.
“Put out your hand. Palm up.”
His voice was commanding. I’d been trained to obey it in the throes of passion, and that training carried through. I stretched out a hand.
“Now become one with the rock. Call it to you. Let the Universe carry it on the flow of the river.”
I didn’t question. I didn’t argue or doubt. I saw the river of light in my mind, watched it flow through the stone. The image was so real, I wasn’t surprised when I felt the weight of it in the palm of my hand.
Not until I opened my eyes – and saw the rock was really there.
He worked with me until I could summon the power in an instant.
“The Lord of Darkness isn’t going to wait while you put yourself into a trance,” he reminded me.
When we weren’t training or making love, we developed our plan. Drayke wasn’t allowed to hear the prophecy, but he’d spent much more time with the Oracle than I had. She’d prepared him for his role, giving him cryptic clues as well as access to the library in the fortress, with its hundreds of old books and scrolls.
My royal ancestors were only human, and very few humans are capable of keeping secrets. Sometimes it’s the desire to impress another with special knowledge, sometimes the weight of the secret is too great a burden to bear alone. Whatever their reasons, occasionally my forbearers had let parts of the prophecy slip. Over the centuries, they’d been woven into myths and legends. It was there he found the key.
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