Kiss of Flame (The Dragon's Virgin Tribute) Page 2

  He loomed over her, looking through strands of the dark hair that fell over his face. There was a hunger in his eyes, almost as though he did want to devour her.

  Suddenly, he lunged. She squealed and tried to run, but he caught her straight away, grabbing her wrists and holding them tightly as he pushed her face-first against the cavern wall.

  "Don't resist," he murmured in her ear. "And I won't have to hurt you." He made a low purring sound, rubbing himself against her. Lily shivered as she felt his body press hard against hers, his huge, hard phallus sliding against her ass.

  She had never been this close to a man, and she certainly hadn't imagined it being like this. He smelled of smoke and earth, and his skin was hot. As he breathed heavily in her ear, she felt the a shiver of arousal run through her body, lighting a fire inside her. It was like an awakening.

  "I can make it good for you." The dragon rumbled, as he bent to suck on the skin of her neck, moistening it with his tongue.

  His tongue was still long, she thought, but no longer forked. She remembered the feeling of his tongue on her... in her. She wondered what it would feel like to have that giant cock inside – it seemed unlikely it would even fit. How much would it hurt?

  She shivered, feeling wicked and ashamed.

  Holding her wrists easily in one hand, he cupped one breast in the other. His thumb caressed the nipple, and it hardened under his touch. His claw brushed her skin lightly - not hurting, but threatening.

  Lily gasped, her face pressed up against the stone. She tried to struggle then, weakly and hopelessly, twisting in his grip.

  It only spurred him on. She heard him chuckle quietly, and he let go of her wrists, only to wrap his hand in her long hair. He yanked her head back, and she winced at the sharp pain in her scalp.

  Nalranith pulled by the hair, her away from the wall, and dragged her a few steps. There, he pushed her down onto the ground, so that she was on her hands and knees. Still gripping her hair so tightly, he caressed her round ass with his hand, claws brushing her skin.

  "You don't want to make me angry." He growled.

  Thinking on it, she reluctantly agreed. She tried to force her body to relax. If she resisted too much, he might burn her alive. Would that really be preferable to being mated by this beast?

  "I'm sorry," she whispered.

  She exhaled in relief when he loosened his hold on her hair, allowing her to relax her head. He bent over her, and kissed the back of her neck. His lips were hot and the kiss was surprisingly tender. She felt his steamy breath on her skin.

  Then his rock-hard member pressed against her virgin entrance. Tears came to her eyes once again and she angrily blinked them away, gritting her teeth and trying to steel herself.

  He moved, taking hold of his cock and sliding it against her wet slit, up and down its length. The friction sent thrills of delight through her reluctant body, and the dragon moaned in pleasure as he slipped along her wetness.

  The sound of his moans, so heavy with arousal, took her breath away. "Please," she said, shuddering. "Please don't." But her hips pressed back, moving with his motions, slipping against him.He growled - a primal sound of hunger, and suddenly she felt the swollen head of his cock pushing against her hole again.

  He didn't wait this time, pushing the tip of himself inside. It felt as though it stretched her, impaling and tearing. She cried out in pain and jerked, trying to pull away. Nalranith yanked her head back, keeping her in check. She whimpered.

  He stilled for a moment, then slowly, carefully, pulled out and pushed back in. In and out, moving a little deeper each time. The burning pain grew less each time, and Lily started to relax a little more, her whimpers of protest turning into quiet, hopeless moans.

  She heard his breath become ragged, and he began to move faster. Suddenly, it was as if he lost control. He grunted, and thrust himself deep, filling her completely. One hand gripped her hips, and he started pulling her back onto him, hilting himself in her over and over.

  His moans and growls of pleasure excited her. Shamefully, Lily added her moans to his as the pleasure overpowered her will to resist.

  No one had told her sex would be pleasurable. She had been taught that it was for making children - and that she would be expected to do her duty for her future husband whenever he wished. That was all. Nobody had ever mentioned how good it felt! Unwilling or no, her body responded to the primal need of the strange man as he thrust himself in and out of her.

  She gasped for breath, feeling herself come closer and closer to that peak. No, she willed herself. Don't give him that. But she knew she couldn't control it.

  "That's it..." Her captor murmured, sensing her turmoil. "Come for me." He moved his hand off her hip, bending slightly and slowing his thrusts. She felt his hand underneath her. His fingers brushed her and began to rub her clit, circling firmly, drawing out intense shocks of pleasure.

  "Ahh!" Lily cried, her hips jerking suddenly as he relentlessly teased her nub, claws carefully held away. His hand tightened in her hair, a silent warning, as he firmly pumped his huge cock in and out of her wet cunt, stroking the length of her tunnel.

  The sensation was too much. She arched her back, hips bucking, and cried out again and again as overwhelming pleasure rocked her body. She felt her cunt clench around his cock, and he moaned in response.

  Lifting his hand away, he grabbed her by the hip again and began to pound into her, withdrawing his full length and thrusting it all the way back in, so that his heavy balls slapped against her mound. He growled low with each long stroke.

  She felt his body tense. His claws pressed into her flesh at her hip and he rocked his hips against her. He throbbed hard inside her, spurting hot, sticky liquid. It was so hot it almost burned, causing her to bite her lip hard. His primal groans of ecstasy thrilled her, and as her climax faded, Lily felt a warm glow spreading through her body.

  He held her still against him as he pulsed and spurted, again and again, filling her with his seed. Finally it stopped, and he relaxed. His hand unwound from her hair and he braced himself on her shoulder, using her for balance.

  They breathed heavily, almost in unison, as they both recovered. Lily's arms began to shake, threatening to collapse under her. His cock still twitched inside her, and she could feel the wetness of his seed dripping down her thighs.

  After a minute, he released her, pulling away. She felt more fluid drip down her legs as she fell to the floor. She curled around herself, breathing hard, her mind a haze.

  Hours may have passed, or only minutes. She felt his presence near but didn't look up. Suddenly, Nalranith scooped her up in his arms. He carried her easily, and they went into a side chamber. He placed her down on a huge, soft mattress that lay on a stone platform. She rolled away, refusing to look at him, and cocooned herself in the blankets. He left her alone. After a while, she slept.

  She woke some hours later, and her mind reeled with all that had happened as she tossed and turned, still fuzzy from sleep.

  In the space of a day, her whole world had been turned upside down. Her family had thrown her to a dragon in order to save the kingdom. A kingdom that was only under threat due to the extermination of the dragon's species.

  The more she thought on it, the more she felt sorry for Nalranith. He had to be lonely, up here by himself. And if she were the last of her kind, she might resort to drastic measures, too.

  She didn't want innocent people to suffer, and she didn't want to see the last of the dragons die out, either, now that she knew one still existed. Maybe there was a way to end the cycle. Perhaps this was her destiny. Should she not face it bravely?

  She remembered too, the pleasure he had shown her. She had been unwilling and resistant, and he had still coaxed bliss from her body. Her face heated at the recent memory, and she felt a throb of arousal deep inside her belly.

  After a long period of indecision, she got up, and holding a thick blanket wrapped around her, she padded on bare feet out of the room.
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  Nalranith, in dragon form, was coiled up in the main cavern. He breathed deeply, huffing out breaths of steam. It took Lily a moment to realize he was asleep.

  As she crept along the outer wall she went past another offshoot room, where a waterfall trickled. Suddenly realizing she was thirsty, she ducked in and gratefully sucked down handfuls of the cool fresh water.

  She returned to the cavern, watching the sleeping dragon. She walked closer, until she was right by his head, admiring the magnificent dark scales. One giant eye was half-open, although he did not seem to see her. As she lay a hand on his muzzle, the eyelid opened further and the eye swivelled to look at her.

  She swallowed hard, trying to push down her fear as she stroked the warm scales of the dragon's head. She ran a hand over one of his horns, and stroked between his eyes. A low rumbling emanated from the beast and it snaked its tongue out once, tasting the air.

  "I am sorry about your people." She said quietly. "You must be very lonely."

  Nalranith's eyes closed and he rested his jaw back on the ground.

  Lily came closer, and sat down in the crook of his neck, and the beast curled around her. She rested against his warm body, and soon fell asleep.

  ....

  She woke when Nalranith – in man-form once more, tossed something on the ground in front of her. Sitting up, she rubbed her eyes, and looked at the object. It was a rabbit, cooked and crispy.

  Nalranith crouched next to her, and ate with his hands, tearing pieces off the rabbit with his sharp teeth. She watched for a minute, uncertain, but hunger got the better of her, and she held her hand out for a piece. It was good, and went a long way toward filling her rumbling stomach.

  "Nalranith," she asked, finally getting up the courage to talk. "What happens now? Will you let me go free? After I..." She trailed off.

  He licked his lips with his long tongue, staring at her. "I will be able to tell soon enough if you are carrying my egg." He said.

  "Is one egg enough?" Lily asked, licking meat juices off her fingers. "You are the last of your kind. If you want to repopulate your species..."

  He eyed her, cocking his head to one side. Then he looked away, lowering his eyes. "No." He said sadly. "One is not enough. My mother died after birthing me. She threw herself off a cliff. If she had lived to hatch more dragonlings..."

  Lily too, dropped her eyes to the floor. "So, you need me to stay."

  He sighed heavily. "I hope that in time, you will want to stay." He said. "I will try not to make it unpleasant for you."

  "Last night... it was not... entirely unpleasant." Lily murmured reluctantly. After a moment of hesitation she crawled across the cold floor, abandoning her blanket on the ground and closing the distance between them.

  She put her hands on his shoulders, and he looked up at her, his eyes glowing. Lily smiled, and bent forward, pressing her lips against his.

  He was still for a few moments, frozen as though surprised. Then he responded, wrapping his strong arms around her waist and pulling her into his lap. His tongue sought her mouth and she parted her lips, allowing him entry.

  She had never kissed a man before, and she hadn't known tongue was involved – but she liked it. She mimicked his movements, her own tongue swirling around his, sucking his lips lightly as they pulled apart for breath, only to hungrily pull him closer for more.

  She felt him harden, his phallus pressing against her belly. A thrill went through her at the realization of his desire for her, and she felt herself getting wet between the legs. Her hand ran through his wild, tangled hair and caressed one of his horns. He moaned into her mouth.

  Lily moved her hips, rubbing herself against his erection. Then, growing bold, she raised herself up, and positioned herself over him. She felt a little pain as she lowered herself slowly onto his huge cock, but it wasn't as bad as before, and as she wrapped her legs around him and ground her hips against his, the pain quickly gave way to pleasure.

  She looked into Nalranith's eyes as she slowly rode him, and they rocked their hips together. He wore a strange expression. Wondering - almost amazed. His mouth dropped open and he moaned.

  Encouraged, she bent to kiss his ear, and his neck, tasting the smoke on his hot skin. He grabbed her hips and began moving her over him, picking up speed, thrusting up into her until they were slamming together.

  Lily cried out, tossing her head back as spasms rocked her body and pleasure overtook her. As she clenched around him, He growled and thrust hard once, twice. He stiffened, holding her hard against his body, his face buried in her hair.

  She felt him throb, and his hot fluid spurted inside her. She gasped, trembling, and he held her close while his cock stilled inside her.

  She was warm in his embrace, and sated. They breathed together, both catching their breath. When she felt him soften inside her, she withdrew, and his seed spilled out of her. She curled her body against him. He silently stroked her hair.

  "You have to get me more to eat than just meat." She told him, after a long comfortable silence.

  He chuckled, a sound like crackling fire, and she couldn't help but smile as a mocking tone crept into his voice. "As you say, my Princess."

  "And I hope I can have a hot bath around here."

  "I can heat water."

  "Oh. Of course." She rolled her eyes in a decidely unladylike manner. "Oh! And I want some books. And some clothing. You ruined my dress."

  "I will do everything I can to make you happy." He wasn't laughing now – his voice had turned serious.

  "Then let's get to know each other." She said, turning to look up at him.

  "I would like that." Nalranith said, and after a moment, he cupped her chin with his hand. A claw dug lightly into her skin, but she didn't mind. He tilted her head, and gently kissed her.

  "My Princess." He repeated, as though he liked the sound of it.

  Lily liked the sound of it, too.

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