by Mark Desires
Bearing the Dragon’s Child
(Mating with Monsters #14)
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My breath staggered out in short bursts. He was hitting me with raw aggression, feral and powerful, like he hungered for me and couldn’t get enough. The sensation almost stripped away my mind. Only the pride I had, urging me not to succumb to the bestial tongue of a stranger, stopped me from giving in completely. I clenched his hair and tried to pull his head away in defiance.
He used his teeth, pressing down on the flesh hard enough to make his point. Resistance would be met with punishment. Dream or not, I didn’t want that to happen.
“Okay,” I said softly, freeing my fingers from his hair. “Just don’t hurt me.”
He drew back his teeth and brought his tongue to replace it, almost as though he was soothing the pain in exchange for not-resisting. His arms curled under my knees and then forced them to spread, leaving me on display for him to sample as he wished.
Time became distant, and a knot of pleasure built up with every stroke of his tongue. It was mortifying that he could make me feel this good with just his tongue. Imagining how it would feel to take his manhood inside of me next made my body loose and eager for it.
Once more he moved in response to the thoughts and desires. He rose on his knees and showed me his reddened cock in all its raw and primal glory. There was no way that would fit inside of me. He would split me in two if he tried.
“Hold on!” I covered my sopping wet haven with my hands and closed my legs. “It’s too big!”
He didn’t listen. His fingers pulled my legs apart and moved my hands. The head of his cock pressed against the entrance there, letting the lower lips wrap around it almost expectantly. Then he thrust his hips forward in a single, powerful motion.
“Ahhhh!” I screamed as he sank all the way in, forcing himself through the folds that had never been so deeply pierced. The pain was worse than anything I had experienced, bringing stinging tears to my eyes. It wasn’t a dream anymore, but a nightmare that I couldn’t pull myself out of.
He leaned forward until his head was above mine, uncaring or unaware of my pain as he began to thrust. His massive shaft slipped out with a wet sound that seemed to echo in the clearing, returning to the depths with a strained grunt and low exhale from his nose.
Breathing became easier over time. The pain slowly ebbed away with every thrust, melting as the folds made the shaft slicker with their sinful nectar. It was becoming tolerable, pleasant even. I shouldn’t be enjoying at all, but….
It was hot and hard, stirring me up with every pump. Every time the shaft grinded against the slick walls, they tried to clench and snuggle the heated rod. It was as if they yearned for him to never pull out….
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Table of Contents
Dragon in the Garden
Truth in Legends
Excerpt from Laying with the Lamia
Dragon in the Garden
I awoke in the midst of the night by a deafening shriek.
The earth shook as what sounded to be thousands upon thousands of swords crashing into one another split the air, rattling my humble abode at the base of the mountain woods. Curiosity and fear moved me to my window, where I gazed into the night sky to see that two shadows were clashing for dominance in the air.
The pale moonlight provided enough light for me to catch the streaks running alongside their scales. The beating of their wings rippling the treetops below told me of how they moved through the air. The bone-rattling cries that rang out as they clashed spoke of rage and fury beyond the scope of men.
They were dragons, locked into what looked to be mortal combat.
Legends say that the original dragons were once human kings who squabbled over their treasures. Using their armies as extensions of their greed, they ransacked the lands for as much gold and riches they could obtained. The constant wars left the people of the lands desperate, so they prayed to the twelve patrons gods that the fighting would end.
Those gods answered by cursing those kings to turn into dragons that could read the hearts of men, and pass judgment on the greedy as penitence for eternity. Their only salvation would be to find mercy from someone innocent of sin, yet they continued to wage war with each other without end.
It was a fairy tale, of course. Something passed throughout the land for over a thousand years. Dragons were rare and powerful creatures, but the thought of them being kings rather than feral incarnations of nature was something most found hard to believe.
And it was hard to feel pity and kindness upon seeing claws flashing in the night as they tried to rend one another’s leathery pinions. Fangs desperately trying to tear out elongated throats, and tongues of fire flaring blindingly-bright in an effort to cook the muscle and organs within. It was all so primal and fierce, making you realize just how small and insignificant you were even at a distance.
I was as safe as I could be for the moment. They were battling one another at the edge of the mountain. But, if their clash continued to spill out, it would probably end up destroying my home in the process.
There was nothing I could do if it came to that. I was but a speck before all the knotted muscle that strained beneath the hard scales and fangs that could crush stone. Watching as the two continued their titanic clash further out, I thought back to when I was merely a child who knew nothing.
Back then, I believed they were once kings of wealth and power, and I often dreamed of a dragon coming in and sweeping away to live in a castle with gold and jewels as far as the eye could see. He would retake his human shape and then he would wed me, making me a queen in my own right. My mother would only smile at me and say that if I believed in it hard enough then it would come true.
That was over a decade ago, after my childhood came to an end. I wasn’t even ten when we were exiled from the village due to my mother being decried as a witch for her knowledge of plants and medicines. We struggled across the mountains until we stumbled upon this abandoned cabin. I had to bury my mother three years ago, after she drew her last breath, so now I lived alone.
Still, som
e childish part of me that hadn’t been snuffed out by the rigors of adulthood clung to the fairy tale. Even now, as I watched them go at one another, I couldn’t shake my belief completely. Foolish as it was.
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The dragons stopped clashing at some point before the orange rays of dawn rose over the mountain range.
It was now the middle of the day, hours after that had occurred. The sun was bright above, beaming its warm rays against my olive skin. A gale passed through trees, rustling my auburn hair and leaving my clothes pressed tight against my shapely breasts and curves.
Despite wanting nothing more than to stay at home, I had to earn my living if I wanted to continue eating. There was another village some ways out that bought the medicines mother had taught me to make. They weren’t kind to strangers, and less so to me, but they needed medicine as much as anyone else.
I didn’t delude myself into thinking that there wouldn’t be a day when they drove me off. It was simply that I was useful to them for the time being and kept to myself. As long as I remained that way, they wouldn’t bother with me. Really, the only problem I ran into constantly was the wretched animals that liked digging up my herbs and making a snack of them.
Today though, I admit I did run into a bit of a snag—what with the little clearing I grew my herbs in housing one of the dragons from last night.
I had thought seeing their fighting in the moonlight had made clear how fearsome they were. I could see I was wrong now that the sun cast its rays down on the wounded beast. It was easily the largest thing I had ever seen, covered in crimson scales that seemed like fire made solid. Gashes in the scales leaked golden fluid that trickled down its hide, and its pinions were as limp as they were still.
It was beautiful, but at the same time it was a sad sight to witness. It seemed to either be dead or near-death after its bout with the other one. A creature of legend brought low, weeping blood onto the flora of my clearing and unmoving as a stone.
Few would ever see a dragon up-close and live to tell about it. Perhaps that’s why I was drawn to get closer to it. I took slow steps towards the downed behemoth, only to step on a twig as I neared its maw.
Crimson lids snapped open at the sound and revealed golden-rimmed slits that made me freeze in place. Fear—pure and simple fear kept me frozen in place. I couldn’t even twitch a muscle while it peered at me. No, even more than that, I felt like it was staring past my body and into my very soul with those piercing eyes.
A warm gust blew through the hollows in its snout as it exhaled. A colder one followed as it inhaled with enough force to make me fall onto my knee as its lips peeled back. The unveiling of the parting fangs no doubt spelled my end.
I closed my eyes and waited, expecting it to either devour me or sear the flesh from my bones. Instead of a fiery death, what came out of its maw was a pained warble. I risked opening an eye to see that it had closed its eyes and laid its head on its side.
The warbling came with every exhale. No doubt due to what looked to be a tree limb the size of my arm lodged through the underside of its throat. It must have been suffering so much that it couldn’t bother with eating me. Not that I wanted to test that theory.
I crawled backwards until I neared the edge of the clearing and rose to my feet. A soft, relieved breath left my mouth. I had escaped death, but I didn’t think I would be able to gather any herbs until the dragon either left or died. The latter was looking more likely all things considered.
I turned around to head home, but the dragon’s warbling echoed through the trees. It was really sad to hear, and my heart ached listening to it. I covered my ears to block it out, but it still slipped through.
“This is foolish of me,” I muttered under my breath as I turned around to head back. I didn’t know what I could do for it in all honesty. I was no expert on dragons, but those wounds looked rather vicious at a glance. I should just let nature take its course….
But I just couldn’t bring myself to let one of the few things from my childhood dreams die in my herb garden. Not when I was right there. Not when its cries could make my heart ache each time I heard it. I just couldn’t leave it be without trying something.
I looked around for a specific herb that grew in the bushes. Its arm-length, thorn-covered leaves had a medicinal sap that could be squeezed out. Normally it would be thinned to reduce the potency for a human, but the dragon was larger and its wound was deeper.
It took some work to get the sap out, and I stung myself more than a few times. Once I had enough, I risked angering the dragon by approaching it and pulling out the thick tree-limb that imbedded itself into the creature. It wailed and thrashed its tail around, but it didn’t hurt me.
I applied the sap after it settled down again. It numbed my fingers to the touch and left me with a pins-and-needle feeling in my hands, but the wound was covered up after some effort on my part. It would do for now. “Try not to move around.”
A low grumble bubbled in its throat and its head shifted a bit. Perhaps I was indulging myself in my younger fantasies too much since I took it as a ‘yes’ out of misplaced optimism. After all, it would have to understand me for that to be the case. And, if that was the case….
No, it was best not to even entertain the thought. For all I knew, it was just too tried to crush me with a flick of its head for getting close to it again. I backed away and left the clearing after gathering a few other herbs, looking over my shoulder at the now-slumbering dragon in my garden.
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My dreams were strange that night.
I went to bed after another day of hard work, what with exhaustion seeped into every muscle in my body, and expected the usual dreams. The ones where I could settle down somewhere peaceful with a child to teach as my mother did. It was an escape—a coping method to deal with the solitary life-style by remembering that it could always get better and there was a happier future ahead.
However, tonight was different in that I was back in my clearing, barefoot and dressed in my sleeping gown. It was chilly with a cold breeze that whistled through the trees and tugged at the gown. Despite knowing it was a dream, I couldn’t help but shiver.
Then I heard grass crunching beneath heavy footfalls and turned to see a silhouette coming into view. The shadows parted to reveal a handsome man, taut with chiseled muscle and a fiery mane of red-hair on his head. His eyes were golden like the sun, and so vibrant that they almost seemed to burn in the dark of the moonless night.
I didn’t want to look away, but I felt something primal coming from him. It made me feel afraid, helpless before his might. “Who are you?”
He didn’t answer me. He only advanced, moving forward with proud strides of his strong legs. The closet thing I could think to describe it would be how a predator strode towards his prey, which was never something you wanted to be on the receiving end of.
I took a step back. “Why are you here?”
He still didn’t answer me. And he had gotten so close that I could feel heat radiating off of him. It was almost like there was a fire burning beneath his skin, an inferno confined in flesh.
I was terrified now. A strange and powerful-looking man advancing on me, while I was dressed in thin fabric and in the middle of the night, painted a very vivid and carnal scenario in my mind….
It was a scenario that I, admittedly, entertained the thought of submitting to willingly. It was just a dream after all, and one that was rare for me. I still backed away, only to fall over something. “Ow!”
I turned my head and saw that it was the same tree limb I removed from the dragon in my clearing. The tip was coated it its golden blood and unmistakable. What was it doing here? The question passed when I tried to get back on my feet, only to find it was too late.
The stranger was standing over me. He was looking into my eyes with that burning stare of his, peering at me with a barely constrained lust. He wanted me, and I didn’t think he would be willing to stop even
if I asked.
It made me feel hot all over, knowing that I was desirable to someone like him. Not an arid heat or a painful one, but a rather sensual heat that made me excited between my legs. The desire to be touched and caressed danced to the front of my mind almost instantly. I shook my head to drive it away, but it wasn’t so easily banished.
The man seemed to have picked up those dirty thoughts, because he fell onto his knees and reached for the hem of my gown. His fingers were rough and strong as the pushed the fabric up to expose my legs. Yet they carefully traced a path up from my calves to my inner thighs, leaving lingering heat along the trail they took.
I pushed against them. My hands settled on his rough skin and tried to force them away. It was useless. I was too weak to even give him pause; the strength behind his hands was inhuman but precise enough not to break me apart.
His fingers stopped between my legs, and he parted the outer petals with his thumbs to reveal the pink flesh there. A breeze blew through the clearing, brushing the cool night air against the newly-exposed haven of downy flesh and sending a chill down my spine. He corrected that by lunging between my legs and devouring me.
My breath staggered out in short bursts. He was hitting me with raw aggression, feral and powerful, like he hungered for me and couldn’t get enough. The sensation almost stripped away my mind. Only the pride I had, urging me not to succumb to the bestial tongue of a stranger, stopped me from giving in completely. I clenched his hair and tried to pull his head away in defiance.
He used his teeth, pressing down on the flesh hard enough to make his point. Resistance would be met with punishment. Dream or not, I didn’t want that to happen.
“Okay,” I said softly, freeing my fingers from his hair. “Just don’t hurt me.”
He drew back his teeth and brought his tongue to replace it, almost as though he was soothing the pain in exchange for not-resisting. His arms curled under my knees and then forced them to spread, leaving me on display for him to sample as he wished.
