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

  by Cherry Dare

  Published by Cherry Dare, 2013.

  This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

  THE DRAGON’S VIRGIN SLAVE (MONSTER BREEDING DRAGON SHIFTER EROTIC ROMANCE)

  First edition. January 20, 2013.

  Copyright © 2013 Cherry Dare.

  Written by Cherry Dare.

  The Dragon's Virgin Slave

  By Cherry Dare

  Copyright 2012 Cherry Dare

  All Rights Reserved

  Kara ran through the desert, her heart pounding in her chest and her breath burning in her lungs. The sand scraped the tender soles of her bare feet, and the iron cuffs around her ankles banged painfully into her bruised flesh. The black egg that she clutched to her chest felt heavier and heavier with every step she took. But she didn't dare look back to see if anyone was following. She had to escape from the city of Wyrm— and its slave market— by dawn.

  Only a week ago, she had never even heard of Wyrm... and its dragons. Like the other girls in her village, Kara had spent her days gathering edible plants from the forest, and cooking and preserving her finds. As she worked, she watched the young men of the village, wondering which one she would marry when she turned twenty.

  On the day of her birthday, she would dress in her finest attire, and go to the platform in the center of the village. All the young men who wished her hand would be waiting. She would look them over, and select her husband. He would pick her up and carry her away to his home, and there they would consummate their marriage.

  It was the way it had been done in the village for hundreds of years. Kara had often giggled with her friends, talking about who they might choose and what their wedding night would be like. They had all seen naked men, and they knew, in general, how sex worked. But the details were a mystery. What did it feel like? How long did it take? Did it feel different for a man to touch you than it did to touch yourself?

  The night before her twentieth birthday, tossing and turning on her straw mattress, Kara's fingers drifted over her own body, touching her breasts and teasing the tender nubs of her nipples. Would her husband do that? She imagined strong, work-roughened hands cupping her breasts, and her nipples grew hard between her own slim fingers.

  Her hand strayed downward, making slow circles over her belly, and then downward still. She stroked the soft down of her pubic hair, then delicately probed between her lips with a single finger. She was already slick within, ready for tomorrow. She stroked her finger in circles around her hooded pearl, and it throbbed and swelled in response.

  Her own juices ran over her finger and dripped down, wetting her nightgown and soaking through to the straw-stuffed mattress. She moaned aloud, then twisted her face to the side, muffling her sounds in her pillow. She didn't want her parents to hear her, and know that she was fucking herself with her fingers.

  As she rubbed her finger against her wet folds, she wondered which man she would choose. It was tradition for the young men not to reveal in advance who would stand to be chosen, and tradition for the girl not to set her heart on anyone until the day she stepped into the village square. Kara had been true to that tradition. But as she rubbed faster, and her breath came quicker, she let her imagination run free, not limiting herself to the young men of her village.

  She imagined a huge man with hair like gold and skin like milk. An invader from over the sea, in heavy armor and carrying a sword, who would throw her down and plunge his gigantic cock into her cunt as her village burned around them.

  Kara thrust two fingers into her entrance, then a third. She jammed them in and out, hard and rough, as she imagined that warrior ravishing her and filling her with his seed. Her nails scratched lightly against her sopping walls, but the pain only added spice to her fantasy.

  As she neared the brink, her imagination grew wilder. She pictured being brutally taken by a monster. Kara pinched her own nipples with her nails, imagining that a wolf-man was taking her.

  Then her thoughts went in an even more bizarre direction. She writhed, imagining that a forked tongue lapped at her asshole. She pictured strange appendages forcing their way into her cunt, opening it wider than any man could. She thrust violently against her pearl, imagining that her fingers were a thick tentacle.

  Her orgasm burst through her, drenching her hand in hot liquid. Her cunt pulsed around her fingers, and she moaned loudly into the pillow.

  Then she lay, still and satisfied, enjoying the little aftershocks of her climax. She wiped her hand on her nightgown, then reached down to sop away the cream that had soaked her cunt.

  The creak of her door startled her. She yanked her hand away and sat up, clutching her low-cut nightgown to her body.

  The figure of a man was silhouetted in the doorway. Before she could draw in breath to scream, he was upon her. A damp cloth was pressed to her mouth and nose. She gasped in terror, drawing in sweet-scented air, and knew no more.

  When she woke up, she was blindfolded. Iron cuffs weighed down her ankles. She struggled wildly, but could not escape. She was spread-eagled on what felt like a bed, with her ankles and wrists chained tight.

  A hand ripped away her blindfold. Kara stared around wildly.

  She was in a room finer than any she'd ever seen before, with ornate furniture and many beautiful statues and vases displayed on shelves.

  A heavily muscled, shaven-headed man loomed over her. He was dressed differently from the men in her village, wearing a fine embroidered coat and shirt and trousers. Instead of buttons, everything was fastened with elaborately knotted leather strings.

  "Don't even think of trying to escape," he said coldly. "The potion put you to sleep for days. We've taken you across the sea, far from your village. You're to be sold at the great slave auction of Wyrm."

  Kara was so shocked and terrified that all she could do was echo his last word. "Wyrm?"

  His thin lips lifted in a smile with no warmth in it. "It's named for the wild dragons that live in the desert that surrounds the city. Unsatisfactory slaves, or slaves who attempt to run away, are tied to the Sacrifice Pole outside the city gates. While their masters watch, the dragons fly down and eat them."

  Kara shuddered.

  "My partner and I are selling you as a sex toy tomorrow, at dawn" said the slave trader. "Some masters like a fresh young virgin they can break in themselves. Otherwise I'd enjoy you a bit myself before I let go of you!"

  The slave trader eyed her with lustful hunger written all over his cruel face. His mouth twitched, as if he was struggling inwardly. Then, slowly, he reached down and gave her nipple a casual but vicious twist.

  Kara clamped down her jaw to stop herself from crying out in pain. But her mind was already racing. She had to escape and get back to her village... and if this man was the one who had chained her, he must also have the key.

  She forced herself to give the man a pleading look. "I wish you would. Even if you can't actually take my virginity, can't you show me a little bit of what my masters will require of me? I don't want to displease them and get thrown to the dragons!"

  The slave trader licked his lips. "You filthy slut. You're already wet for me, aren't you?"

  She felt a hot blush spread over her face. She certainly was not! He disgusted her. Then, pretending shame, she nodded.

  "I want to touch you," she whispered. "I want to... to..."

  She trailed off, not sure what she should pretend to want to do.

  But luckily, her captor had his own ideas. "You want to wrap your hands around my fat prick, do you?" He smirked. "Yes, good idea. That won't damage your virginity, or leave any signs."

  He took a key from his pocket and released the cuffs around her wrists. Kara sat up, wincing. She was stiff and sore from having lain in one position for days.

  She hoped he would uncuff her feet, but he made no move to do so, and instead dropped the key back into his pocket. She opened her mouth to suggest it, then closed it again. She didn't want to make him suspicious.

  "Um... May I see your fat prick?" she asked. "I really want to wrap my hands around it!"

  Licking his lips with an audible slurp, the slave trader bent to undo the complicated knots at his waist.

  Kara knew she would only get one chance. She cast a furtive glance at the nearest shelf. It contained a delicate china vase, which was too light; a marble statue, which looked too big and heavy; a doll, which was useless; and a black, egg-shaped stone the exact size of her cupped hands.

  In a single, smooth movement, she grabbed the stone egg and smashed it into the slave trader's bent head. There was a loud crack, and she felt something give way. The man topped to the polished stone floor and lay still, his head oozing blood.

  Kara shuddered. Though she had seen her share of hunting and farming accidents, this bloody scene was different. She had never deliberately injured another human being before.

  But neither could she allow herself to be sold as a slave. Swallowing hard, she fished in the slaver's pockets for the key that had unlocked her handcuffs. He didn't stir as she pulled it out and quickly unlocked her chains.

  But to her dismay, unlike the cuffs around her wrists, her iron anklets had been welded on. She could release
herself from the chains, but it would take a blacksmith to remove the manacles themselves.

  She slid off the bed and hurried to the nearest window. To her relief, the slaver's home was at the edge of the city. She could see the desert, bristling with thorny plants and lumpy with rocky hills.

  Kara had no idea which way her village was. She had never heard of Wyrm. But she knew how to live off the land. If she crossed the desert, eventually she'd find more friendly people, and they could tell her how to get home.

  She had to hurry. The slaver had said that she was to be sold at dawn, and he'd mentioned a partner. The partner was sure to come looking for him, and then would come after her.

  Kara started to dash for the door. With her hand on its brass handle, she stopped, certain that she was forgetting something. There was something in the room that she should take with her...

  The onyx egg! It lay on the bed where she had left it, gleaming in the candle light.

  Kara shook her head, surprised that she would even think of bringing it with her. The egg was both heavy and worthless. She could neither eat it nor sell it. It would only weigh her down.

  But she couldn't bring herself to leave without it. The curves were so graceful and elegant. And it had saved her life.

  As if compelled by some strange force, without even intending to do so, Kara found herself walking back to the bed and picking up the egg. Once it was in her hands, she felt satisfied. She needed a weapon. If the slaver's partner caught up with her, she could bash him over the head with it.

  Clutching the egg tight against her chest, Kara slipped out of the room. She found the slaver's kitchen, where she hastily crammed a satchel full of leather water jugs, dried meats and fruits, and a flint with which to start a fire. Then, slinging the satchel across her back, she fled into the desert.

  She ran until she could run no more, and then she settled for walking quickly. When she got her breath back, she ran again. She hoped to reach the nearest hill before dawn, and spend the day hiding in a cave. The sky grew paler and paler, and the light brighter and brighter. But she was close to the hill, and she could see that it was pocked with caves. She could get there by sunrise.

  A tremendous roar tore apart the air. Terrified, Kara skidded to a stop and looked up.

  A dragon was circling overhead. It was green as poison and bigger than a house. As she watched, paralyzed with fear, it spread its viciously fanged jaws wide and roared again. A jet of flame shot out, brilliant orange against the pale sky. Even so high above her head, Kara felt the heated air buffet her like a gust from a hurricane.

  She was still miles from the caves. She had nowhere to run. Kara crouched down, desperately hoping that if she made herself look small, the dragon might decide she wasn't worth eating.

  The dragon dove toward her, like a hawk plunging toward a mouse.

  Instinctively, her arms moved to protect her face. As she was still clutching the stone egg, she lifted it over her head.

  The dragon gave out an ear-piercing shriek. At the last minute, it veered away from her and landed on a nearby dune. The wind of its passage almost knocked her over.

  Kara stayed curled up, trembling, certain that it would eat her. The dragon opened its tremendous jaws. She closed her eyes and waited for death.

  A voice like a crackling bonfire spoke. "Egg-friend. Do not fear."

  Incredulous, Kara opened her eyes. The dragon had spoken!

  "Egg-friend," the dragon repeated. Its gigantic forked tongue flicked out and touched the stone egg that Kara still held over her head.

  Kara uncurled herself, though she was still trembling. "This is a dragon egg? I thought it was a rock."

  The dragon hissed angrily. "Humans steal eggs. Use them for magic, to get power. They do not hatch."

  Kara held out the egg. "Can you still hatch it? Please, take it."

  The dragon blinked its great yellow eyes. "It has bonded with you. Only you can hatch it." It extended a gigantic green wing and swiveled its wingtip, pointing to the hill. "Build a fire. Put the egg in the fire. It will hatch."

  Kara heard shouts in the distance. She leaped to her feet, looking around wildly. She couldn't see them yet, but that had to be her pursuit.

  "I'm being chased by slave traders!" She pointed toward the sounds.

  The dragon made a crackling sound that might have been a chuckle. "I will protect you, egg-friend. Go. Hatch the egg."

  Holding the egg tight to her chest, Kara hurried toward the cave. The dragon leaped into the air and arrowed away, back toward the city.

  As Kara reached the cave, she heard, very faintly, a great roar, a crackle of fire, and men screaming. Then silence.

  For a moment, she was horrified. Then she shrugged. She wasn't going to shed any tears over slave traders, so matter how unpleasantly they had met their deserved ends.

  More importantly, she had a dragon's egg to hatch. The huge green dragon and even the egg itself had saved her from slavery. The least she could do was repay the debt.

  She went outside and gathered all the dry branches and weeds she could find, and piled them up at the back of the cave. She placed the egg atop the pile, as gently as if she was laying a baby down to sleep.

  Then she used the flint she had taken from the slave trader's kitchen to light the fire. Orange and yellow flames flared up and crackled, consuming the wood and sending up eye-watering smoke.

  The heat was intense. Sweat began to bead on her face, and on her back and chest. It trickled down her body, all the way down, teasing her asshole and cunt. She squirmed, trying to ignore the sensations. She had a promise to keep, and an egg to hatch.

  She wondered what the baby dragon would look like, and how she would feed it. She hoped it would eat the dried meat she had in her satchel. If so, she should have enough; the egg was not very big, and the baby dragon should be barely larger than a kitten.

  The onyx egg split with a crack like thunder. A brilliant white light flashed, and a shock wave stuck Kara, knocking her down on to the hard stone floor. Instinctively, she threw her arm up to shield her eyes.

  Something like a hot ribbon of silk slid across her lips. Startled, she lowered her arm and opened her eyes.

  A black dragon crouched before her. Every sleek line of him breathed beauty and terror, from his sharp black claws to his wide-spread black wings to his knowing amber eyes. His wings and tail were tipped with scarlet, as if he had dipped them in fresh blood.

  He was close enough that she could feel the fire-heat that still rose from his onyx-scaled body, and smell his scent of molten metal and smoke.

  "You're so big," whispered Kara.

  He was smaller than the green dragon, but still as long and tall as a horse— much too large to have emerged from such a small egg.

  "You are so small." The dragon's voice was like fire crackling.

  "No..." Kara protested. "I'm a big, strong girl. Everyone in my village said so."

  "So small and delicate."

  The dragon's red forked tongue flicked out. Before Kara could duck or protest, it caressed her face, sliding sensuously across one cheek and along her throat. It felt dry and silky, but very hot. Unable to help herself, she shuddered.

  "Do I frighten you?" asked the dragon, withdrawing his heated tongue. "You hatched me. I will not harm you."

  "Oh, no," Kara said. "I trust you."

  "But you shuddered."

  Kara squirmed, embarrassed. She didn't want to confess what she had really felt when she had been kissed— no, merely licked— by the dragon's tongue. "Humans do that when something feels... different. Intense."

  "Ah," said the dragon. "Humans are so strange. What is your name, girl?"

  "Kara," she said. "What is— Do you have a name?"

  The dragon let out a puff of heated air and smoke. When he spoke, Kara realized that he had been laughing. "All things are named. We do not tell them to everyone... but I will tell mine to you. I am Rhodar."

  His great head bent. "And you are no longer a slave."

  Rhodar breathed out flame over the manacles that still gripped her ankles. Kara flinched at the heat. But to her amazement, while the iron of her manacles melted and flowed, releasing her, neither the molten metal nor the flames burned her skin. She stepped away from the gleaming pool of iron on the cave floor.