A Dragon's Heart: (Dragons of Paragon - Book 1)

by Jan Dockter

  “First of all: a succubus, really?” Isabel crossed her arms over her chest. “Second of all, how is it that you get to boss me around and I can’t help but obey you?” She swallowed against the tight, dry feeling in her throat. “Third: what the hell is going on and how did this happen to me?”

  “Yes, really, a succubus,” Oz said, sarcastically mimicking her tone. “Because of the circumstances that triggered your change into a succubus, I and one other person have control over you. It’s a safeguard, to make sure that your kind don’t overrun the planet.”

  “But a succubus is a kind of demon,” Isabel pointed out, grateful that Oz hadn’t thought to command her to silence once more.

  “Succubi are created, not born,” Oz told her. “You are becoming a succubus because you had sex with an angel and a vampire in the same night.” Isabel blushed; only a short time before her one-night stand’s arrival, she had felt proud at the fact that she had managed to hook up with two guys in one night. Or if not proud, then impressed at herself for the implied attraction both men had felt for her. But something about the way that Oz spoke made her feel petty.

  “Wait,” Isabel said, her mind latching onto the significance of his explanation instead of the tone. “A vampire and an angel?” She shook her head. “Neither of those things exist, any more than succubi are real.”

  “I thought you would say that,” Oz said. He reached down and pulled up the hem of his shirt. Isabel frowned as he tugged it over his head and let it fall to the floor before turning his back to her. A shimmery light glowed along his muscular shoulder blades, and before Isabel’s eyes, a pair of glorious-looking, gold-tipped, white feathery wings, began to appear, spreading out from the center of Oz’s back. Even when Oz turned around, Isabel could only stare at him, bemused and utterly shocked. She had to believe her eyes, right?

  “Okay,” she said after a long moment. “So you’re the angel, obviously.” Oz grinned.

  “Obviously,” he told her. “Vampires have wings that they can summon or hide as well, but theirs are always dark.”

  “Why do I suddenly get the feeling that my entire life is about to become incredibly complicated?” Oz’s grin changed into a wry smile.

  “It isn’t about to become incredibly complicated,” he told her. “It already is.”

  “What do you mean?” Isabel’s heart beat faster in her chest; she wasn’t sure she believed what Oz had said. After all, it was the stuff of fantasy movies and HBO series, but unless he had some kind of mind control ability, she didn’t think he could fake the wings she had seen.

  Oz folded his wings; they shimmered and disappeared, and he put his shirt back on. “In order to be a succubus, you have to have had sex with an angel, me,” he smiled slightly before continuing, “and a vampire.” Isabel pressed her lips together and looked down at her hands, remembering the mark on her inner thigh.

  “Okay, so I’m turning into some kind of demon-thing,” she said. “That’s pretty complicated, for sure, but I get the feeling you mean something more than that.” Oz nodded.

  “First of all: you aren’t a demon, and aren’t turning into one. You’re an immortal being – like I am and like the vampire you also had sex with is.”

  “Wait. Immortal?” Isabel stared at him.

  “You’re just starting to transform now,” Oz explained. “Within about a week, the process will be complete, and you’ll be a full succubus.”

  “What does that even mean?” Isabel’s mind was still struggling to accept what she was hearing.

  “You’ll find that you can readily control men’s minds,” Oz said. “As the week goes on, you will become more and more supernaturally beautiful until you are beyond the ideal for the society you live in. More advanced succubi can change whenever they enter a new culture, becoming the height of beauty wherever they are, but that takes a great deal of time and skill to master.”

  “That sounds good, at least,” Isabel said thoughtfully.

  “You won’t need to sleep. In fact, once you complete the transition, you’ll find you don’t even want to sleep, and if you do sleep, it will generally be during the day. At night, you will be restless.” Oz half-smiled. “You can still eat food, but your body won’t derive sufficient nutrients from it. When you complete the transition and fully become a succubus, you will absolutely have to have sex every night.”

  “Have to?” Isabel stared at the angel. She thought it was as good a term as any, in shock. “I’ve gone weeks without sex before, though.” Oz shook his head.

  “If you go without nightly sex – without a condom – once you’re fully transformed, you’ll begin to weaken within days,” he said. “You’ll find that you have an utterly insatiable appetite for sex, almost an addictive need.” Isabel opened her mouth, realized she had no idea what to say to that, and then closed it.

  “How am I going to manage to get sex every night?” she asked finally. Oz grinned.

  “Did you forget about the control of men’s minds?”

  “That would-be rape!” Isabel glared at him. “I’m not going to control some guy into screwing me so I can stay alive.”

  “They will only be too willing,” Oz told her drily.

  “But won’t – are all succubi just walking STDs or something?”

  “You’re naturally immune,” Oz said. “The other thing you could do, which I recommend is to find a ‘host’ or person you can rely on for your needs.” Isabel’s face burned as the significance of what Oz said filled her mind.

  “So basically, I’m feeding off of whoever I have sex with,” she said. “And you think I should find someone who will agree to have sex with me every night?”

  “It will be the best sex of their lives,” Oz said, shrugging. “Not many would turn that down.”

  “This is …” Isabel shook her head. “This is insane, and wrong. How could …how is this fair? Just because I slept with two guys in one night who happened to apparently be an angel and a vampire?”

  “How are you feeling, Isabel?” She stared at Oz in confusion. The question made no sense, but she realized, in spite of the fear, shock, and dismay she felt, she could feel a little tendril of heat working its way through her body, down her spine. “Hungry?”

  Chapter Five

  Isabel stood and took a few steps back from Oz. “No,” she said, shaking her head. Her stomach was gnawing, but there was a throbbing deeper down, between her legs. In a matter of moments, she felt the slickness along her labia. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” she told Oz.

  “Tell me the truth,” Oz told her firmly. “Are you aroused right now?” Isabel looked down at her feet, unwilling to answer. But unable to help herself.

  “Yes,” she said, feeling ashamed.

  “It’s natural,” Oz said, his voice more soothing. “You’ll find yourself becoming turned on several times a day, more and more often until you’re fully transformed. Then, once you’re a complete succubus, you’ll learn to control your appetite, although it will never go away.” He was stepping closer to her, and Isabel felt a mixture of apprehension and desire as she caught the scent of him: warm, sweet, delicious. Was that what he had smelled like during their one-night stand? She didn’t think so, but her mouth watered for more. Images flitted through her head, utterly pornographic: falling to her knees, she took Oz’s hard cock into her mouth and worshipped it with her lips and tongue with abandonment until he came; or pushing him onto the couch and ripping her clothes off to ride him, hard and fast, eager for his climax; or Oz bending her over the back of a chair, taking her from behind all at once.

  “This is insane,” Isabel murmured.

  “You need to be fucked, don’t you?” Isabel looked up at Oz’s face, feeling humiliated and needy, as if her whole body were on fire. She nodded, resigned. “Tell me what you want, Isabel.”

  “I want to suck you off until you come in my mouth.” The words left her almost without thought – she had never in her life been so direct with anyone she had slept
with.

  Oz smiled slightly and his hands moved to the waistband of his jeans. Isabel stared in a mixture of shock and pure, unadulterated desire as Oz unbuttoned and unzipped, then hooked his thumbs into the fabric at his hips. He pushed his pants down, and his boxers with them. His cock immediately sprung free, fully erect. For the span of a few heartbeats, Isabel stood transfixed, wondering if she had actually seen Oz’s body before. When they’d had their one-night stand; there was something so deeply arousing about the sight of him, about the lean muscle of his body and the thick, flushed erection in its nest of dark curls, that Isabel thought it was impossible for her to have seen him before.

  The next instant, she was on her knees in front of him, licking her lips to moisten them as she leaned in towards the tip of Oz’s erection. She darted her tongue out to catch the glistening drop of fluid, and it spread across her taste buds, sharp and salty yet slightly bitter and sweet all at once. Isabel took as much of Oz’s cock into her mouth as she could, sucking and licking, swirling her tongue around the sensitive head as she swallowed down the taste of him. The hunger she could feel in the pit of her stomach, in the tightness between her hips, began to sharpen and ease. She pressed forward, wrapping her lips around the thick length of Oz’s erection as she took him deeper and deeper into her mouth.

  In the back of her mind, Isabel thought that at any moment, she would set off her gag reflex; normally it was fairly sensitive. But as she swallowed, she felt the tip of Oz’s cock brushing against the back of her throat – no sudden rejection, no reflexive retch. The hunger was too strong for her to wonder at it too much, especially when she was getting exactly what she wanted. Isabel moved her lips up and down along Oz’s shaft, swirling her tongue around the hot, hard cock until she came to the tip, and then pushing back down. Oz’s fingers slid through her hair, and then tangled as he brought them to rest on the sides of her head. Isabel could feel the tension mounting deep down between her hips, the heat gathering along her labia. She knew she had to be soaking wet. It was impossible for her to believe it, but as she moaned at the feeling of Oz’s erection in her mouth, the taste of him, the sheer satisfaction felt like the first bites of a meal when she was starving. She couldn’t argue.

  Oz moaned, his fingers tightening in her hair, and Isabel worked him with her mouth, reaching up with one hand to cradle the thin-skinned, warm testicles underneath. She gave them a careful, gentle squeeze and Oz almost shouted, his hands tugging at her head. The pain in her scalp felt oddly good, and Isabel moved faster, coiling her tongue around the shaft of Oz’s penis, wrapping her lips more tightly around him. At that point, he was almost too much for her to take; as he began to twitch inside her mouth, his pre-cum flowing more freely, Isabel struggled to keep her momentum up, fought to get what she so desperately wanted from him.

  Oz came with a shout, his hands tugging at her hair, his hips thrusting forward, deep into her mouth even as the first gush of his pleasure flooded across her tongue. Isabel swallowed eagerly, eyes closed. In the back of her mind, she was shocked at how good it tasted, how delicious the salty-sharp flavor was. More and more of it rushed into her mouth and Isabel savored every drop, sucking and licking and swallowing until Oz’s hips began to slow and she felt the rigid member between her lips begin to soften.

  She sat back, panting and gasping for breath, then looked up at Oz. He had his eyes closed, and his chest rose and fell with his heavy breathing. He looked down at her, and Isabel grinned, still feeling the heat coursing through her body. “That has to have been at least half natural talent,” Oz told her.

  Isabel shrugged.

  “You don’t remember the night before?” Oz sat down on the couch heavily, still panting.

  “You didn’t go down on me the night before,” he replied. Isabel chuckled and got unsteadily onto her feet. She could feel the pulse of lust still dancing through her veins, along her bones; taking Oz in her mouth had helped, but it wasn’t enough. Good god, this is going to get tricky if what he says is right, she thought, even as she began stripping her clothes off, almost unconsciously.

  Oz watched her, and Isabel saw the mixture of interest, amusement, and renewed desire in his eyes. “If you’re an angel, why are you having sex?” Isabel began letting her hands move over her body slowly, making as much as she possibly could of her curves, for once utterly unself-conscious about the belly she’d had since puberty, or her heavy thighs.

  “Your concept of angels isn’t the real thing,” Oz told her. Isabel saw one of his hands reach down and he began to touch himself, slowly and lightly but steadily. “There’s a lot that humans don’t know about us. We’re not innocent or naïve, and we definitely have sex.” Isabel giggled.

  She climbed onto the couch, focused solely on the man sitting there, stroking himself to hardness once more. Isabel slipped one hand between her legs, and she felt how hot and wet she was: utterly soaking, her fingers coated in an instant. She found her clitoris by touch and began to rub it, in light, swirling touches, closing her eyes as a tingling jolt of pleasure mingled with need shot through her. “Stop that,” Oz said sharply. Immediately, Isabel’s eyes opened, and her fingers withdrew. She stared at Oz, confused and disappointed.

  “Why?” Oz reached out with his free hand and cupped her vulva, rubbing the heel of his palm against her until Isabel moaned.

  “Because,” Oz said, his fingers slipping and sliding between her labia, slowly pushing into her, making her shiver and gasp, “you should always let the person you’re about to feed on have a taste first.” He plunged two fingers inside of her all the way and Isabel cried out; it felt so tight – tighter than it had been the last time they’d had sex, almost as tight as it had been the first time she slept with someone.

  Oz withdrew his fingers and Isabel frowned. Every nerve in her body was screaming for pleasure; she needed it, not just wanted it. Before she could say anything, Oz let go of his already-hard cock and reached for her. This time, instead of fingering her, he grabbed her by the waist with both hands and lifted her up, until she was just above his lap. “Tell me what you want, Isabel,” Oz said.

  “I want to ride you, hard and fast,” Isabel told him. “I want to feel you come inside me.” Oz gently lowered her until her labia barely brushed against his erection, her legs straddling him.

  “Then do it,” he said mildly.

  Isabel shifted on top of him, reaching down to guide the tip of Oz’s cock against her slippery, drenched folds until she found the exact spot where she wanted him. She sank down onto him, pushing her hips to take him all at once. Oz’s hands moved to her hips, and then back, cupping her buttocks, holding her tightly as Isabel took him in. “Fuck,” she moaned. It felt like a minor miracle that he’d fit inside of her at all. She felt so full, so tight around him. Oz’s cock throbbed inside of her and Isabel began to move, twisting her hips, rubbing her pleasure center against him as she rode him, taking him deeper and deeper. She gripped the back of the couch to steady herself, moving faster, moaning again and again at the heat of him inside of her, at the sensation of being full where she’d felt so empty only moments before. It was unlike any sex she’d ever had in her life; intense in a way she had never experienced before, her body flexing around the hard cock invading it as if it were simultaneously trying to defend itself and pull him in.

  “Did I forget to mention?” Oz began thrusting up into her, rubbing along her inner walls, the tip of his cock brushing against her g-spot with almost every movement. “It’s – it’s going to be the best sex of – of your life, every time.” He claimed her mouth, kissing her hungrily as Isabel moved. She flexed around him, and felt the movement of the muscles, felt the squeeze, and then the reaction from his body as he began to twitch, deep inside of her.

  Before she knew it, Isabel felt the mounting tension and heat between her hips reach its highest point, and then all of a sudden it broke; wave after wave after wave of sensation washing through her. Even with the mind-blowing pleasure of her orgasm, she
was keenly aware of Oz reaching his own climax, the sticky-slick gush of heat rushing into her body as he moaned against her lips and pushed her buttocks down until he was as deep in her as possible, his fingers pressing into her skin almost hard enough to bruise. Isabel broke away from his lips, shrieking in pleasure, electric sensation crackling through every nerve of her body as she succumbed to the end of their tryst.

  Chapter Six

  Isabel stared up at the ceiling of her bedroom, feeling the lingering slickness, the tender sensation along her labia. She had retreated to her bed when she had recovered from the encounter with Oz, confused, satisfied, and worried in equal measures. Oz had remained behind, and Isabel was grateful for that; she needed time to think. She needed to wrap her mind around what was happening to her, and what Oz had told her would continue to happen moving forward. “This is so screwed up,” she told the ceiling.

  She had always had a healthy sexual appetite, but the way she had gone down on Oz, the way she had ridden him, the absolute hunger she had experienced was something totally out of her understanding. Isabel shook her head, baffled by how good the sex had been as well as how much she had not just wanted but needed it. “At least I’m good for a day, I guess,” she said absently.