by Lexi Lane
Suddenly she was falling, the night sky above disappearing as she plummeted toward the earth. The sea came rushing toward her. She thought she screamed, but the wind was so loud in her ears she wasn’t sure.
And then she was plucked from the sky by the dragon, cradled against him, wrapped in his talons. She looked up, his red eyes briefly meeting hers. She thought for a moment that he looked frightened. But dragons were never frightened. And then she drifted back into sleep, the tiny bubbles filling her mind, her body deliciously relaxed.
***
The sound of footsteps on stone woke Eva. She remained still, her eyes closed, not quite sure where she was. It wasn’t the castle; this wasn’t her room, or her bed. The linen, while soft, wasn’t as soft as the linen on her bed in the castle.
Opening her eyes, it all came back to her: she was in the cave of the dragon; she was the virgin sacrifice to save her village. She sat up, looking around the small chamber. The walls were hung with tapestries, much softer in color than in the other room, depicting scenes of gardens in bloom. The furniture was delicate, carved with fleur-de-lis and vines.
There was a rap on the stone; Lord Evered was standing in the archway of the room, holding aside the heavy draperies that covered the opening. Eva realized she was naked. Instinctively she pulled the blankets up to her chin. Evered walked into the room, carrying a tray with an assortment of fruits, cheeses and bread, a flask and two tall silver goblets.
“Good morning, Eva. I trust you slept well.” He set the tray on the bed, settling next to it. He poured a clear liquid from the flask, handing her the goblet. She shook her head.
“No, no more drinks. You tricked me with the wine.” She moved away from him, sliding toward the other side of the bed.
“Not so much tricked you as omitted information. I told you what you wanted…needed to hear, no more, no less. You wouldn’t have drunk the wine if I told you it as drugged and it was imperative that you drank the wine.” He took a bite of cheese, sipping from his goblet.
“And why was it necessary that I be drugged?”
“There would have been no way in all the heavens that you would have willingly let me take you in my other form, as a dragon, without a little herbal assistance.”
“Take me? Take me where?” Eva looked at Evered in alarm. He laughed softly.
“Not ‘where’, my dear, but ‘how’. Do you not remember anything of our time together last night? I am deeply hurt if you do not.” He smiled at her, the candlelight reflecting in his dark eyes. Eva blinked; for a brief instant she was certain they had turned red. But her mind was playing tricks again.
“I had a dream. I was flying…with the dragon…it was carrying me. And then…” her voice trailed off and she felt her face grow hot. She looked down at her hands.
“It’s not proper to say what I dreamed of next, sir.”
Evered threw his head back, laughing. “Oh, Eva. Such an innocent. You weren’t dreaming; that was as real as I am, sitting here with you now.” He leaned toward her; she pulled back further.
“You were my virgin sacrifice last night, taken by me in dragon form. Were you not drugged, you would have never agreed. Or been quite so pliant at my touch.” He sat back, watching her face.
“As it were, you tumbled away from me. I caught you, no harm done. But were you not drugged, you would have been badly frightened, possibly hurt.”
Eva was in shock. What he said made no sense; she had not been taken by a dragon. That was impossible. But as her mind tried to make sense of his words, her body began to remember. She recalled the touch of his lips on her skin, his mouth sucking her breast, as a human, as a beautiful man…and then a forked tongue, licking her over and over. She squirmed on the bed, her hips shifting, as pieces of the night came back to her. Then she remembered something thrusting into her, something hard and hot, sending waves of pleasure through her body. But that something wasn’t human.
And then she was falling, the night sky above, the sea below, rushing toward her. As the fragments washed over her, came together as one memory, Eva cried out, her hand to her mouth.
“No! That’s not true! That was a dream…it was just a dream!” Eva shrank further away from Evered.
A slow smile curved Evered’s lips.
“No dream, my dear; the truth. It happened.” He leaned toward Eva. “And it will happen again, very soon. And in this very bed.”
Evered sat back. “There’s a story here you know nothing about. I told you: I am the dragon, the savage creature who has burned villages. The creature your entire kingdom hates. The creature to whom you have been offered as a sacrifice.”
Eva watched him with wide eyes. He took another swallow from his goblet.
“Please, eat, drink. I don’t mind.” He gestured at the platter between them. She ignored his gesture.
“So, to continue. I am, of course, under a curse. I crossed the wrong witch. She found me in bed with her sister, who I found to be a much more agreeable witch. Anyway, she cursed me, turned me into a dragon. I made the only demand I could; a virgin or I’d destroy village after village. She agreed and here I am.” Evered spread his hands.
“And here, my dear, are you.” Evered stood, picking up the platter, setting it on a small table. He drained his goblet, holding Eva’s toward her. She made no move to take the goblet.
“No? Well, no use wasting this.” He drained the liquid, setting both goblets on the table. “No matter. This was neither poisoned nor drugged. Just good wine.” He removed his jacket, tossing it across a chair.
“It’s something I managed to acquire, along with the rest of what you see…” he waved he hand around the room “…from the castles I burned.”
Evered began unbuttoning his shirt, pulling it free from his breeches, flashes of his broad chest visible. Eva watched, horror mixing with something else, something that fluttered in the pit of her stomach, as he shed his shirt, dropping it across his coat. She saw broad, smooth skin over rippling muscles. Her fingers suddenly itched to reach out and touch him, to run her fingers over that smoothness, feel the hardness beneath.
“I am cursed to be a dragon whenever I leave this cave; the witch granted me the small favor of returning to my human form when I am inside.” Evered looked around the small chamber.
“I think it’s because the cave is too small for my dragon form, or she wanted to be able to visit me on occasion, I’m not sure.” Evered sat in a chair, toeing off his boots. He stood, undoing the flies on his breeches. Eva flushed deeply as he stripped his pants down his legs, kicking them aside. He looked down at Eva, hands on his hips.
There before her stood Lord Galef Evered, his body softly lit by the dancing flickers of candlelight. Against all her will, Eva’s eyes traveled over his body, his broad chest with darker nipples, flat stomach tapering to narrow hips, long muscular legs. Even his feet were beautiful. And then her eyes traveled back to the apex of his thighs.
Eva had never seen a naked man, let alone a man’s cock. But there was Evered, naked, his cock resting against his balls, in a thatch of dark hair between his legs, long and straight. She lifted her eyes to Evered’s face, meeting his gaze.
“Why? Why did you need a virgin?” Eva found her voice, felt the fluttering in her stomach increase, moving lower, turning into deep jolts of something else. She squirmed in the bed, her breath coming faster through parted lips.
Evered came to stand by the edge of the bed, looking down at Eva. She tried to drag her eyes to meet his gaze, but they kept straying down to his cock. She knew he was watching her, sensed it made him smile to have her eyes on his body, on his cock. The heat in her belly grew, her heart beating faster. She had an intense longing to reach out and touch his cock, to feel it in her hand, to watch Evered’s reaction as it grew hard. She clutched the sheets to keep from grabbing for him.
“I can be free of the curse if I produce an ‘heir’, so to speak. The witch demands a child, a human child sired by me…a boy, no less…one who
carries the ability to become a dragon at her command. She believes this will happen if I mate with a virgin.” Evered looked down at Eva.
“Frankly, I don’t believe it will work. But I’m willing to try, if she thinks it will break this curse.”
Eva looked at Evered. His cock had grown harder, now standing away from his body. Evered reached over, pulling the blankets away from her body. She clutched at them, but he twitched them out of her hands. He swept the blankets to the foot of the bed, looking down at Eva’s body.
“You are certainly beautiful. I’ve told you that before. I believe beautiful women should be told how beautiful they are, frequently.” Evered sat on the edge of the bed. Eva’s eyes again slid down his body, looking at his cock, now rising straight up his hard stomach. She swallowed, dragging her eyes back to his face.
“If you’ve had virgins before, why is there no child? You’re still cursed…” Eva looked at Evered, and then blinked. She swore she saw his eyes briefly glow red in the candlelight.
“I have not been, how shall we say, successful with all my virgins.” Evered leaned back, rested on his elbow, reaching out to run his hand slowly over Eva’s leg, caressing her thigh. She realized he was displaying himself for her, showing her his body, his rippling muscles, his thick cock, as it grew harder, longer.
“Some didn’t survive mating with me in my dragon form. Hence the drugged wine I gave you. It’s taken me a long time to perfect that vintage. Some virgins didn’t survive my earlier efforts; they died before I even got them out of their clothes. That was most regrettable.”
Evered looked down, watching as his hand moved higher up her leg, sliding his fingers toward the tender inner skin of her thigh. Eva watched with fascination as his fingers worked between her legs. She felt herself growing wet, the persistent throbbing between her legs growing stronger. Against her will, her legs relaxed, parting slightly.
“With some, there was no chemistry. They were unresponsive to my advances, quite unable to enjoy the experience.” Evered looked up at Eva. “But with you, Eva, there is so much chemistry. And you enjoyed yourself immensely last night.” He sat up.
“And I guarantee you will continue to enjoy yourself today, and for many days and nights to come.”
Evered rose and gracefully slid onto the bed next to Eva. She willed herself to slide away but her body seemed to move by itself toward Evered. He reached for her, pulling her into his embrace, leaning down to look at her. He brushed a strand of hair away from her face.
“Oh, you are beautiful. And I’m going to enjoy this, as you are.”
Evered kissed Eva, his tongue flicking over her lips. Eva opened her mouth, meeting his tongue, thrust for thrust. After a moment, Evered raised his head.
“I sense a change in you, Eva. Not the shy little virgin who I brought here yesterday.” Evered looked down at her, running his fingers over her face.
“I think I’m going to enjoy this even more than I thought.” He claimed her lips again, searing her with his kiss.
The throbbing, the heat in Eva’s belly, was spreading through her limbs. Even though she knew she wasn’t drugged, she felt the same floating sensation from the night before. Her limbs felt light, her thoughts were scattered. Evered’s lips on hers were driving her wild; the nearness of his body made the blood in her veins sing.
She reached up, pulling Evered to her, kissing him hard. He moved over her, covering her body with his, one hand sliding beneath her back, the other reaching up to cup her breast. Eva arched against his hand, moaning softly.
Evered’s hard cock was pressed against her stomach. With a tentative hand, she reached down, touching him. She was surprised by how hot his cock felt, how smooth it was, and how very hard.
She ran her hand over his cock, feeling it twitch in her hand. Evered groaned against her mouth, thrusting himself slowly against her hand as she tightened her grip, rubbing him with her fingers.
“Ah, like this…” He placed his hand over hers, sliding it over his cock. “Like this…gently but firmly.”
Eva looked down between their bodies, watching her small hand on his cock, sliding her hand over him as he’d shown her. She looked up at his face, his eyes closed, seeing his smile, his features suffused with pleasure. Her heart beat faster as her body reacted to the feeling of his hard cock in her hand.
Evered moved between Eva’s legs, spreading them with his knees. She felt his cock pressing against her thighs and then it was moving up her leg, probing, prodding, seeking entrance.
And then he was pressing himself into her, holding his cock in his hand, rubbing it against her clit, sliding it between her legs. She pulled her legs further back, rolling her hips up to meet his initial thrust.
“Oh, Eva, you’re so sweet, so hot and wet. I want my cock in side you; I don’t care if the curse is broken right now. All I want to do is feel myself inside your body. Let me in, Eva. Let me in.”
Her mind went back to the night before, to that feeling of him thrusting into her, the brief pain and then the explosion of pleasure. But tonight was different; there was no pain. There was just the exquisite pleasure of Evered’s cock sliding into her body, thrusting slowly into her. Every nerve ending in her body came alive, every cell seemed to awaken.
Eva thrust her hips up, meeting Evered’s body stroke for stroke. He buried his head in her shoulder, gasping against her neck. She raked her nails across his back, crying out as he flexed his hips, driving himself further into her body. She could feel his hot breath against her skin, his mouth and tongue on her neck, licking and sucking at her ear, the tender skin of her neck.
She was filing with heat, starting low in her belly, rising through her body, filling her completely. The feel of Evered’s cock, the delicious friction of him against her virgin body made her shudder beneath him.
And suddenly she was arching up against him, crying out, her fingers clutching handfuls of the linen sheets. Fierce waves washed through Eva’s body, sending her spiraling out of control.
Evered was thrusting rapidly into Eva, almost frantically, seeking his release. Eva felt his cock throbbing, pulsing inside her. She watched as he tipped his head back, eyes closed, his mouth open in a silent cry, thrusting himself deeply into her, holding himself still for a moment.
He looked down at her as he thrust into her hard, once, twice…and then he cried out loudly. She felt his seed flooding into her, his cock pumping as Evered came inside her. Then Eva cried out again, not from arousal, but at the sight of Evered’s face.
He eyes were glowing bright red, as he looked down at her, filling her body with his human seed.
***
Evered took her many more times, as he promised, both in his human form and as a dragon. She took him willingly in her bed, letting him use her body, learning to use his for her pleasure. Soon they were equal partners, she controlling him as much as he controlled her. She grew to lust after him as much as he lusted after her.
Eva discovered she enjoyed being taken by Evered in his human form, wherever and whenever he desired her. And he took her frequently, on any piece of furniture that was close, or on the thick rugs that lined the cave.
She learned to take his cock in so many different positions; on her hands and knees, while he pummeled her from behind, his hand snaking down to rub her clit while she bucked and arched beneath him. Or take her standing, as he pressed her against the cool stone of the cave, thrusting up into her hard, clutching her breast, his breath hot against her ear as he came, filling her with his hot seed.
He’d curl against her as she slept, his cock sliding against her ass as she pushed back against him, still half asleep as he’d slip inside her from behind, his arms holding her against his chest as he thrust into her. She’d come fully awake then, both coming with such force she was amazed they hadn’t broken the bed yet.
He taught her to take his cock in her mouth, licking and sucking him until he was on the verge, letting him come in her mouth or over her body, holding h
imself as the thick creamy spurts landed on her breasts or face. To Eva, the taste of his seed was exquisite, more intoxicating than any wine Evered had in his collection.
And she slowly learned to be taken by his dragon form, high in the night sky, far above the earth and sea. She asked for the drugged wine, when he told her what he wanted, that he needed to fill her with his seed as a dragon.
But over time she took less and less wine, until she could take him as a dragon, in the sky, with a clear head. The first time had been more than she could comprehend, her body jerking and shuddering in one continuous orgasm as he’d thrust into her over and over with his dragon cock, the stars and moon spinning overhead.
It hadn’t taken her long to realize as a dragon, his cock was so much larger than his human form. It filled her in strange ways, ways she never felt in his human form. It was something she’d never seen; Evered held in such a way his cock wasn’t visible. But regardless of what it looked like, it sent her whole mind and body to a different dimension of ecstasy.
It was several months later that she realized she never thought of her kingdom, of her father or anything other than the days with Evered in her bed as a human, in the cave and her nights with him in the sky, as a dragon.
And not long after that, she discovered she was carrying Evered’s child. She was reluctant at first to tell him she was pregnant, thinking he’d stop mating with her, that there was no further need. But she couldn’t hide the visible signs and before long he asked if she was carrying his child. She said she was.
Rather than ignore her, Evered was overjoyed. He continued taking her wherever she was, whenever he, or she, wanted. He became gentler, less forceful. And he stopped taking her as a dragon, much to her relief.