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

By Cherry Dare

Innocent virgin Kara escapes from the slave market of Wyrm, and flees into the desert with the dragon’s egg she stole from her master. The egg hatches, and Rhodar, a magnificent black dragon, emerges. But when he transforms into a powerfully masculine man, he still has wings, a forked tongue, and a dragon’s tail.

Kara is humiliated to be attracted to so strange and bestial a being... but Rhodar needs a woman to breed with, to continue his race!

“The Dragon’s Virgin Slave” is a sizzling hot 7600 word erotic story. It contains o*** while dragon-riding, o*** and r*** with a forked tongue, a*** by dragon tail, first-time a***, impregnation, and a virgin girl impaled on a huge black dragon c***!

All characters are 18 or older.

Excerpt:

She looked up at Rhodar's huge c***, his folded black wings, his fierce masculine face. He was sensual and terrifying, all at once.

He opened his mouth, and she saw that he had a long forked tongue, like a snake, red and fleshy. Like his dragon’s tongue. How could she have been so wanton as to let herself be pleasured by such a thing?

“You enjoyed it when you rode me,” he reminded her.

Kara nodded, blushing.

“Then enjoy it now.”

He knelt over her and leaned down, and his forked tongue flicked out. When he had been a dragon, it had felt hot and dry; now it was just as hot, but wet. He licked her b***, like a caress of fire, the fork wrapping around and encircling her n***. Her n*** hardened as he tugged at them, catching each in turn within the fork of his tongue.

It was a sensation like nothing she had ever imagined, and it sent a bolt of desire straight to her c***. She writhed, moaning, and felt herself getting wet.

His tongue lapped slowly downward, caressing and teasing her soft belly, and then further down. The soft, wet heat trailed along her inner thighs, making her gasp.

She leaned up on her elbows and looked down at him. It was a bizarrely erotic sight to see a winged man, black as coal, bending low to lick his forked red tongue all around her inner thighs. It was as if he was worshipping at the altar of her c***.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Cherry Dare
• Release date: Jan 18, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301147557

Cherry Dare

Cherry Dare is known for her sizzling sex scenes. She lives in Miami, Florida, where the blazing sun reminds her to keep her stories red-hot! By day, she is a physical therapist who specializes in helping people recover from sports injuries. By night, she explores the steamier side of the human body by writing erotica. She lives with her husband, a professional athlete who enjoys giving her tips on male sexuality, two cats, and a hamster. You can contact Cherry at [e-mail].

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The Dragon’s Virgin Slave

By Cherry Dare

Smashwords Edition

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