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  The Dragon’s Virgin Slave 2: Captive (Monster Breeding Dragon Shifter Erotic Romance)

  by Cherry Dare

  Published by Red Hot, 2013.

  The Dragon’s Virgin Slave 2: Captive

  By Cherry Dare

  Copyright 2013 Cherry Dare

  All Rights Reserved

  Kara leaned back against Rhodar’s chest. Though they had a fire lit in their cave, the night was cold, and she enjoyed the heat of his body.

  “Are you cold, little one?” asked Rhodar.

  “A little,” replied Kara.

  The dragon-shifter spread his magnificent black wings, and brought them around to cover Kara like a blanket of soft leather. She snuggled into it. His fine-scaled tail curled up to coil securely around her arm.

  She marveled at how at ease she now felt with her lover’s strange body. Not long ago, his dragon-like features— his wings, his tail, his talons, his long forked tongue, his hot obsidian skin— had frightened as well as aroused her. But now that she’d had time to grow accustomed to him, and had often seen Rhodar transform from dragon-like man to black dragon and back again, his form had become almost as familiar to her as her own.

  They kissed. His forked tongue twined around hers— a strange but sensuous act which she had come to love. Just kissing him sent a steady pulse of arousal tingling through her nerves, and she knew that it did the same to him. His enormous cock twitched and hardened against her leg.

  Kara wondered if it was possible to get that huge shaft into her mouth. Once the thought crossed her mind, she had to try. She broke off the kiss and turned so that her mouth was positioned by his rigid member, and her cunt was near his face.

  “I’m afraid it will be too large for you, little one,” said Rhodar. “But perhaps you could use your tongue.”

  “You never know,” replied Kara. “I might surprise you.”

  His gigantic cock was as dark as the rest of his skin, the smooth black of coal. She licked between his thighs, wriggling her tongue like a snake, and then at the tender skin between his huge black balls and his asshole. She enjoyed the way that made him suck in his breath.

  His long forked tongue flicked against her thighs, mimicking what she had done. It was sweet torture to have that wet heat caressing her thighs without it ever touching her cunt or asshole.

  She turned her attention back to his cock. It looked swollen, ready to burst. A bead of glistening fluid welled from the head. She weighed his balls in her hands as she stuck out her tongue and licked up the drop. Rhodar moaned, and his tongue slid away across her belly.

  Kara licked around the head, then lapped at the long, fat shaft. His skin tasted like salt, and his natural scent of musk and hot metal filled her nostrils. She longed to get his entire cock into her mouth, or even part of it.

  She opened her mouth wide, encompassing the tip of his staff. Then she laid her tongue against it and sucked hard. Rhodar shuddered with pleasure.

  As Kara tried to relax her jaw enough to take more of his huge black cock in, Rhodar returned his tongue to her cunt. The hot ribbon slid over her pearl, caressing it, and then penetrated her hole. Kara moaned around his cock. She thrust her pelvis forward, desperate to get more of his tongue inside her.

  If it felt so exquisite to have his tongue in her cunt, how good would it feel to him if she could get her mouth around his shaft?

  Kara curled her lips around her teeth, relaxed her muscles, and worked her mouth around his huge cock. Her jaw ached, but she had it inside. With a groan, Rhodar thrust into her mouth. She choked as his thick rod jammed into her throat, but made herself keep it in. He thrust again, and Kara tried to suck it, her cheeks bulging. She was determined to give him all the pleasure she could.

  As Rhodar thrust his cock down her throat, his forked tongue penetrated deeper into her cunt. The split ends of his tongue moved separately, caressing her inner walls and sending bursts of pleasure through her. Within her, his tongue rippled and wriggled, stimulating every single part of her.

  His huge cock was thrusting within her mouth, choking her. Kara’s eyes watered. But she barely felt the discomfort as his long forked tongue undulated within her. A loop coiled around her pearl and rubbed around and around and around...

  Kara’s climax tore through her, making her scream around Rhodar’s cock. Her throat vibrated. With a growl, Rhodar thrust hard. His hot seed spurted in her mouth and ran down the back of her throat.

  Kara swallowed every last drop. She licked her swollen lips as he withdrew his softening cock. Then she twisted around and wriggled back up to lie beside him, her face nestled into his shoulder, languid from her climax.

  As they lay entwined, she thought again about the strange sequence of events which had brought them together. Rhodar had told her that he was the last of the dragon-shifters, and that she would become a mother of dragons, who would prevent his race from dying out. She hoped that she was pregnant— they had certainly had enough sex for it!— but it was too early for her to know.

  “I’m so glad I stole your egg from the slave trader,” Kara said sleepily. “Just imagine if I hadn’t!”

  “My egg called to you,” explained Rhodar. “The slave traders use dragon eggs to power their magic spells, but the eggs of dragons have their own powers as well. They can sense when a person who might help them is nearby, and offer help of their own.”

  Kara blinked at Rhodar. “Do you remember being an egg?”

  He laughed, his broad chest vibrating against her back. “If we were aware of every dull moment spent locked for eons in a sorcerer’s palace, we would be born mad. No. I was only born with the knowledge all dragons possess.”

  “Why don’t you stop the slave trade?” Kara asked. “You’re the only dragon-shifter, but the desert is full of dragons. Why not destroy the slave markets of Wyrm, set the slaves free, take back your eggs and hatch them, and kill all the slave traders and sorcerers. Then they could never steal another egg.”

  The hot, wet ribbon of Rhodar’s tongue flicked out, coiling around to kiss her lips. “So ruthless, little one. I approve. But we cannot. The sorcerers have warded the entire city of Wyrm against dragons. Their magic is powerful. Perhaps some day we will learn to defeat it. But not today.”

  A booming, malicious laugh echoed through the cave.

  “You speak true, dragon-shifter,” said an unfamiliar male voice.

  Kara leaped up with a scream.

  Rhodar too jumped to his feet, his hiss of rage reverberating around the stone walls. The flash of light that accompanied Rhodar’s transformation into his dragon form lit up the cave. No one else was there.

  But Rhodar did not change shape, and the shock wave that also went with his transformation did not come. Instead, the rugged planes of his handsome face twisted with pain. His taloned hands came up to clutch at his head, and he collapsed to the floor, unconscious.

  Kara started to rush toward him, but she was caught, held still in air that had become as thick as glue. She struggled, but could barely move.

  In the flickering firelight, she saw the air blur, darken, and reveal two men. One was unfamiliar, a tall pale man with long pale hair, dressed in the elaborately tied and knotted garments of Wyrm. The other, shorter but bulkier, was the slave trader who had captured her: the man from whom she had stolen Rhodar’s egg, and used it to break his skull... or so she had thought.

  Kara’s lips were clumsy and numb, but she forced the words out. “I thought I killed you.”

  He turned. To her h
orror, she saw that his skull had indeed been crushed. There was a hideous dent in his head, and she could see bright blood and the white edges of bone within. But no blood spilled over the edges of the wound. It was as if his injury had been frozen in time at the moment it had been inflicted.

  “Wyrm is a city of sorcerers, bitch,” said the slave trader. “We don’t die easily.”

  He slapped her across the face. Bright pain stabbed through her mouth, and she felt her lip split and bleed. She tried to spit at him, but her mouth wouldn’t move.

  The pale man spoke emotionlessly. “Enough of this. I cannot hold the spell for long. We must return to Wyrm.”

  Kara tried desperately to move, to reach Rhodar, to at least touch him and assure herself that he was alive, but her entire body was paralyzed. She could only watch helplessly as the pale man gestured. The world went dark around her.

  She awoke in a position that was all too familiar: chained to a bed, with the slave trader standing over her. This time she was in an even more lavish room, draped with brocade tapestries. Her paralysis was gone, but manacles were clamped tight around her ankles and wrists.

  “You won’t get another chance at me, bitch,” he said. “But I’ll get a chance at you!”

  Slowly, giving her plenty of time to watch, he unknotted his draped trousers and withdrew his erect penis. Kara eyed the pale organ with loathing.

  Though she was afraid, she forced herself to sound defiant. “Go on, stick it in me. I won’t even feel a tiny thing like that. It reminds me of the slugs I used to pick off our berry bushes.”

  He stroked his repulsive veiny prick. It jerked and twitched in his hand.

  “Maybe I’ll fuck your mouth first,” he snapped. “Make you choke on it.”

  “Go ahead. I’ll bite it off.” Kara snapped her teeth at him.

  The slave trader jerked back, and his prick sagged in his hand.

  Kara deliberately laughed aloud. She knew it was dangerous to taunt him, but if she could get him talking, he might reveal precious information that might enable her— and Rhodar— to escape. The slave trader certainly wouldn’t believe her if she pretended to want him, as she had the first time.

  “Have it your way, bitch,” he muttered, hastily stuffing his limp worm back into his undergarments. “Slut. Whore. You’re to be saved for the Master anyway. You won’t be so defiant once he’s had you!”

  “Who’s the Master?” Kara asked. “The pale man?”

  The slave trader sniggered. “Him? He’s nothing— just a hired sorcerer. Wyrm has hundreds of them. The Master is the Lord of Wyrm. He owns this palace... and the dungeons beneath it.”

  “The dungeons?” Kara echoed, afraid to ask directly. Surely Rhodar was in the dungeons. She refused to believe that he could be dead.

  The brutish man licked his lips. “Yes, the dungeons! It’s where he keeps his monsters. I hope he throws you to them. You think you like being a whore to monsters? You won’t enjoy the beasts of the dungeon!”

  “You never know,” Kara said coolly. “What’s he got in there?”

  “Your dragon lover, for one,” the slave trader retorted.

  Kara kept her expression blank, hiding her relief. So Rhodar was alive!

  “Maybe the Master will make your beast-lover watch while he throws you to the monsters,” the man went on. “I hope you get tossed to the lion-man. Oh, he looks handsome enough, if you like animals— and obviously you do. But his cock is barbed. I love listening to women sigh when he sticks it in... and scream when he pulls it out!”

  Kara couldn’t repress a shudder.

  Her sadistic captor smiled. “Or maybe he’ll throw you to the wasp queen. Oh, yes, she’s female. But she has a prick like none you’ve ever seen before. And she doesn’t stick it in your cunt, she stabs it into your belly, to lay her eggs inside you. The larvae eat their way out.”

  Kara’s jaw was clenched tight, her facial muscles locked into a bland stare. If she reacted at all, he’d only think of more horrible things to threaten her with.

  The slaver trader seemed disappointed by her lack of reaction. He bent low over her, giving her a close view of the gaping wound in his skull. She shivered and pulled away, as much as she could. He laughed and bent lower, sticking out his wet tongue to lick at her face.

  She jerked her head forward and up, smashing her own hard skull into his face.

  The slave trader screamed and leaped away, his lip and tongue and nose bleeding.

  “Filthy bitch!” His words were hard to distinguish. He spat blood on the floor.

  “That’s for the slap!” Kara shouted.

  “I hope you get the wasp queen!”

  He slammed out of the room. There was a flash of emerald light around the door as he went out.

  Kara lay back with a sigh. Her head hurt, and a trickle of warm blood oozed down from where his teeth had been driven into her flesh. It itched.

  She tried not to think of the lion man, or of the wasp queen. For all she knew, they didn’t even exist and the slave trader had only made them up to scare her.

  Kara’s thoughts were interrupted when the door opened in another flash of green light. To her surprise, two girls came in.

  They looked about Kara’s age, nineteen or twenty. But they were not human.

  One had beautiful fluttering wings like a butterfly, of iridescent pink patterned hypnotically with black lines and teardrops. Feathery pink antennae protruded from her forehead. As she came closer, Kara saw that her glittering black eyes had no irises, and were faceted like a gemstone. Her skin was pink as a rose, and her voluptuous breasts, visible through her gauzy white draperies, had rose-red nipples.

  The other girl had short, plushy white fur covering her entire body. Her bright green eyes had slitted pupils, like a cat, and her pricked ears, claw-tipped fingers, and swishing tail were also cat-like. Her carelessly wound gauze scarves and veils did not conceal a pair of small, pert breasts with bare pink nipples.

  The girls approached Kara’s bed. Kara watched them warily, uncertain whether they were slave traders or slaves themselves. They were not manacled, but no doubt there were other forms of imprisonment.

  “Greetings,” said the butterfly girl. Her voice was soft and breathy, like wind rustling dried flower petals. “I am Suli, and my friend is Aralan. Do not fear us. We too are prisoners here.”

  “Greetings,” replied Kara. “I’m sorry that you’re prisoners... but I’m glad to see someone other than that horrible slave trader!”

  Aralan let out a laugh that sounded something like a meow. “We’re all glad to see someone other than him.”

  “We slaves must stick together,” said Suli. Then her pretty face creased with sorrow. “Well... I hope the Master chooses to make you a slave. That is, rather than throwing you to...”

  Aralan hissed at her. “Don’t speak of such things!”

  Kara couldn’t help asking, “So the wasp queen is real?”

  Both the slave girls shuddered. There was a long silence, which gave Kara her answer. Her skin crept.

  “You must please the Master,” urged Suli. “Surrender yourself to him, and he will want to keep you alive and unmarred.”

  Aralan reached out a furry finger and stroked Kara’s cheek. “So silky-smooth,” the cat-girl murmured. “Surely the Master will want to try your body himself. I know I would!”

  Suli’s wings fluttered in reproof, sending a puff of glittery pink dust into Aralan’s face. The cat-girl sneezed.

  “You would, too, Suli,” insisted Aralan. “Just look at those fine, soft breasts, those luscious curves...”

  The cat-girl licked her lips with a flat pink tongue.

  The butterfly girl gave Aralan a little push. “Hush now, Aralan. Yes, she’s exquisite. But I’m sure she doesn’t want to make love with the likes of us.”

  Suli bent over Kara’s bed, her feathery antennae dipping down.

  “We are slaves too,” Suli said earnestly. “Only the Master may command you. Yo
u must please him! But we have only come to bathe and dress you. Aralan likes to flirt, but you have no need to flirt back, let alone do... anything else.”

  “Oh, yes,” Aralan said hastily. “Please don’t think I was trying to force you! I would never do that.”

  She rubbed her furry hand over her face, like a cat washing itself, then dropped it and winked a mischievous green eye. “But you are very pretty. Very pretty!”

  “Oh, Aralan,” Suli sighed.

  “Thank you,” said Kara. “You’re pretty too, Aralan.”

  Her mind was racing. The slave girls had simply walked in. If Kara could somehow get them to get her manacles off, she could push past them and bolt out the door.

  Or was that too easy?

  She turned her gaze to the door. A faint green glow was visible around the edges of the doorframe. Magic, no doubt.

  “How are you able to come and go?” Kara asked.

  “Spells have been cast on us,” Suli explained. “They enable us to pass through certain doors.”

  “What would happen if I tried to walk out?”

  Suli raised a warning hand. “If you haven’t been spelled for safe passage, the barrier breaks every bone that passes through it. If you must try it for yourself, just put your little finger through. The last woman who got locked in here listened to our warnings, and then she leaped up and hurled herself through the door. It was horrible!”

  “But better than the wasp queen,” Aralan muttered.

  “Hush!” Suli took a key from a chain around her neck and began unlocking Kara’s manacles.

  Kara sat up and stretched with relief. “Thank you. I promise not to jump through the door.”

  “Come.” Suli beckoned. “We will bathe and dress you. You must look your best when the Master summons you tonight.”

  “Lap at the underside of his cock,” Aralan suggested. “He likes that.”

  “If he hurts you... well, when he hurts you... scream and cry,” advised Suli. “He doesn’t like it if you try to be stoic and bear it bravely.”

  Aralan shook her furry head. “No, he does like that. At first. But don’t hold out forever. Be brave for a while, then scream and cry.”