Spark of Desire (The Dragon's Virgin Tribute)

by Martin, Madelene

  He began to drag the princess by her bound wrists, her unwilling feet scuffling in the cold grass and forest litter.

  "Where are you taking me?" She gasped.

  "Home." Was the gruff answer. "I must rectify your silly mistake. Before it is too late."

  Cold, exhausted and terrified, Faith finally succumbed to tears. She felt them run in rivers down her face and fall on her chest. With a racking sob she lost the will to go on, her legs crumpling beneath her.

  The dragon-man halted when he felt her fall, looking down at her. He made an irritated growl and hoisted her to her feet. Then he gathered her up and threw her over his shoulder as easily as if she were a bag of flour,

  She sensed the absence of the canopy of trees when they reached the edge of the forest. It was there that he stopped and placed her down on the ground.

  Faith curled up as though to protect herself, the man looming over her. She felt a sudden hot burst of wind and heard wings beating the air. Looking up in alarm, she peeked out over one shielding arm.

  Into the huge glowing eyes of a dragon.

  Up on its hind legs, its wings beat once more, creating another warm gust. Then it settled its massive form back to the ground.

  Faith yelped and scrabbled back but the beast took a step toward her and reached out one giant, scaly front foot. It brought the paw down over the girl and pinned her to the ground. A billow of steam washed over her as it exhaled with a huff.

  The breath went out of her and all she could do was stare up at the creature. For a moment, she was certain it was about to breathe fire, and devour her right here. I deserve it, she thought.

  Why had she tried to escape? Why had she been so cowardly, after a lifetime of preparation for this moment? Not to mention stupid. Anyone with sense would have known you can't hide from a dragon.

  A long tongue flicked over sharp teeth and Faith whimpered as its claws slowly closed, slipping underneath the girl and curling in a cage around her.

  The black shapes of giant wings blotted out the moon and stars. The beating wings blew up leaves and dirt all around her. Then, they were aloft.

  Held gently within the dragon's claws, as the ground fell away, Faith fainted.

  4.

  She woke on a stone floor in a vast fire-lit cavern. Immediately, she could sense she was not alone.

  The silver dragon - her dragon, she thought bitterly - was standing over her. She could see his belly above her, smooth and snakelike with its tiny interlaced scales. Sitting up as best she could, she peered past the fore-paw that blocked her view.

  There were other dragons here. One was dark green, another a lithe cream colored dragon, and lastly a huge red beast. The moment she moved, all glowing red eyes focused on her. Long tongues licked out and stretched toward her, as though wanting to get her taste.

  Some kind of communication was happening. The red dragon stepped forward and snarled, showing teeth the length of daggers. In answer, the silver dragon let out a mighty screech, his wings lifting and his scales bristling. Faith cringed at the deafening noise, trembling and wrapping her arms around herself.

  The red advanced, and the silver lifted a foot as though ready to scratch. They were like dogs fighting over a scrap of meat. Faith shivered, and cowered behind her "protector". At least it seemed he didn't want to eat her.

  The red dragon pressed his point for a while longer, his neck held low and his teeth bared. When the silver finally roared loud enough to make Faith clap her hands over her ears, the smaller dragons turned tail and fled, their wings unfurling as they took off and flew out through a large opening in the cavern wall.

  Finally, the red dragon huffed a smoky cloud and whipped around, growling as he stalked off.

  The silver dragon remained tense and poised until the red had taken off and flown away. Then he relaxed. A long low rumble emanated from his belly and he backed away from Faith, careful not to crush her with his mighty feet.

  Freed, she pulled her legs under her and stood up, breathlessly backing against the wall.

  She stared at the beast. His huge reptilian head was set with tiny delicate-looking scales swirling in complex patterns. The teeth were long and white, and sharp. Long black horns swept back from his skull, ending in graceful curves. Yet another formidable weapon.

  His front paws looked long and dextrous, the forelegs longer than his muscular hind legs, and tipped with wicked black claws.

  But his wings were the most impressive thing about him, she thought. Unfurled, they were almost three times the width of his body.

  Faith's entire life had built toward this moment. She had of course never seen a dragon outside of picture books and paintings, but there had scarcely been a day she hadn't thought about them, been reminded of her ultimate destiny.

  The pictures hadn't prepared her for the reality. Not at all. This was a magnificent beast. Even in her terror, Faith couldn't help admiring his beauty and power.

  Attempting to steady herself, she took several deep, slow breaths. She looked around, trying to appear casual. She could see no exit, other than the ledge the dragons had used. Nothing but the night sky was visible out there. They must be high on a mountain.

  The dragon was approaching her. Faith's attention snapped back and her breath caught in her throat.

  The beast's head came close, sniffing and scenting her. He's not going to eat me. She told herself again. That's not why I'm here. The thought was hardly comforting. But she had seen him angry, and he didn't look angry now. His glowing, shifting eyes were half-lidded, his hot breath slow and steady.

  His long tongue flicked out, and touched her wrist. Faith winced and pulled away. Relentless, the dragon continued to taste her, the tongue finding her hand and snaking its way up her arm. It felt hot and very slightly wet.

  She shivered as the tongue traced her torn dress. It flicked over her chest, exploring the curves of her cleavage, and up over her neck.

  The dragon shifted, slowly lifting one front paw, and hooked a claw into her bodice at the neckline. Faith gasped as it cut through the fabric as easily as butter, straight down the middle so that the tattered bodice and corset both fell open.

  She tried to clutch at it, holding it against her to protect her modesty, but the dragon nosed against her, taking the fabric delicately between its teeth and tugging it away. Her breasts fell free and she hugged herself, trying to shield them. She stood only in her skirts.

  Faith had stopped shivering. Her fear was slowly turning to anger. If he must undress her, why wouldn't he just get it over with?

  And was she expected to... to lay with him, in this beastly form? She remembered his human shape, his proud features and silvery hair, illuminated by moonlight. He was tall and very strong, and handsome in an otherworldly kind of way.

  He had spoken to Faith in her own tongue, and hadn't been unkind, considering her escape attempt. Perhaps I could stand to get to know that man, she reluctantly admitted to herself. But the man was the dragon, and the dragon was the man.

  The beast's paw brushed her hands away, so that she was fully exposed. Her nipples immediately hardened, exposed to the cool air that alternated with the hot steamy breaths of the dragon.

  She took a deep shuddering breath. The tongue, hot and wet, brushed one nipple - then flicked against the other. She whimpered softly.

  As the tongue trailed where no one had ever touched, down between her round breasts and over her belly, her skin prickled and quivered slightly in its wake. It flicked briefly against her navel. Then the beast used his claws again, shearing her skirts open so that they fell to the ground in a pool at her feet.

  She was utterly exposed; humiliated. Hot tears stung her eyes and her face burned with an angry blush. Why must he draw out her torture so?

  But the dragon continued its leisurely exploration. He lowered his head and the tongue wound up one leg, moistening a trail over her knee and up her inner thigh.

  With a cry of shock she moved a hand, trying to shield
her sex. But the beast huffed warningly and pushed her arm aside.

  Faith squeezed her eyes tightly shut as the forked tongue explored her mound with its small patch of fine downy hair. She pressed her legs tightly together as the hot breath washed over her, but the tongue forced its way between them, dipping just inside her folds as though sampling her taste.

  Then, it moved up to her hard little button - and she gasped at the shock of sensation as the tongue flicked and then lapped at it.

  It was a sharp, jolting pleasure - purely physical - that she had never felt before. Her hands fell away and she pressed them back against the stone wall, bracing herself. "Gods...!" She breathed.

  The dragon's eyes rolled up to look at her, his tongue teasing circles around her sensitive nub. Faith averted her eyes; closed them again to avoid his gaze. Her body quivered under the dragon's assault - every wave of pleasure sending involuntary tremors right through her, even down to the soles of her feet.

  No one had ever touched her - not even Faith had explored her own body like this. No one had told her how good it would feel. She was suddenly wet between the legs, her sex swollen and sensitive. Her nipples were almost painfully hard atop her heaving breasts.

  "Stop," she murmured weakly, angered mostly at her body's traitorous reaction. But it was a weak objection, and she knew it.

  The dragon licked, flicked, and lapped at her - long, slow licks, then quick and teasing. She began breathing faster and faster, her reeling thoughts giving way to pure sensation - until she no longer had it in her to care. Everything was building, building - to what, she didn't know - only that her body strained, ached to reach it.

  The tongue moved lower, and Faith cried out as it slipped inside her, probing her virgin entrance. She tensed a little, but barely the tip of the tongue explored inside, before it went back to circling and teasing her nub.

  Her fingernails scraped on rock as she moaned.

  The dragon alternated between licking her, and delving into her sex. He licked her inner thighs, and even the tight little pucker further between her legs.

  His long tongue seemed everywhere at once, slipping over and into her secret places, until the pleasure was almost too much.

  Faith writhed and moaned as the tongue thrust into her sex once more. Deeper and deeper, sliding easily in and out of her wetness. Incredible... It was all so -

  A surge of bliss - and without warning she reached that unknown edge, and tumbled over. Her legs shook as the probing tongue mercilessly licked, the long, firm strokes making her cry out in rapture over and over.

  The pleasure began to recede, leaving her panting, her legs threatening to give way under her.

  The dragon withdrew, and Faith collapsed back against the wall, sliding ungracefully down to sit on the ground. Out of breath, she drew her legs up and simply stared, weak and panting, as the great beast moved away.

  5.

  She couldn't understand exactly what she was seeing, but one moment the dragon shimmered in front of her eyes and the next he was shifting; changing. In an instant he was a man again, and naked.

  He got up from his crouch, looking straight at her, and for a moment she met his burning eyes. Then her gaze wandered downward of their own accord, taking in his broad shoulders, well defined torso and...

  Faith gasped as she took in the sight of his manhood, and stared in fascination. Standing out from a patch of hair the same silver as that on his head, it was rigid and smooth, and huge.

  Surely it was bigger than a regular human man's, though she had nothing to compare to. The thought of laying with a beast had been terrifying, but this was hardly better. How could something so big ever fit inside her?

  Her face grew hot with embarrassment and shame, and she looked away to stare at the ground. The dragon-man came closer, until he was standing over her. She cringed as he reached out and laid a hand on her head.

  He stroked her hair once, and she just had time to wonder what he was doing, before he wound his fingers in the dark tresses. Then he bent lower, and pulled her hair with a painful yank, so that she was forced to get up onto her knees. His hand still entwined, he positioned her head so that she had to look at him.

  She let out a pained whimper, the fear taking hold again. Her heart thudded in her chest as she stared into his handsome face. The dragon's eyes were still fixed intently on hers, his expression mild.

  Her lips fell open and she was about to speak - to plead, or curse - when he spoke.

  "Now, rebellious one." He purred. "You see that I can give you pleasure, but I am quite willing to cause you pain, if I have to. You are mine. The sooner you learn that, the better it will be for you."

  He seemed to wait then, staring at her patiently. He expected a response.

  Faith swallowed hard, and nodded. A final tear squeezed from the corner of her eye and slid down her cheek, and she knew she could cry no more.

  All hope had fled, leaving her feeling numb and empty. She just wished that having her acquiescence, he might leave her alone for a while.

  A drastic change came over his face then. The glowing in his eyes faded, leaving them placid and dark. His brow smoothed, and his expression became almost tender. His hand loosened its hold on her hair, and suddenly he was caressing her again.

  Then the dragon smiled, his full lips tilting up at the edges. The smile transformed his face. He was really incredibly handsome. No... handsome was not the right word. He was beautiful.

  Though her heart still beat hard, something in her shifted then. A queer thrill that started in her belly and settled lower, in her sex. Faith had to look away, angry at herself.

  "What is your name?" He asked her.

  "Faith." She murmured.

  He made a pleased sound; stroking her hair, lifting an end and inspecting it. "I am Inaeth. I will be your mate for life... if you please me."

  "And... if I don't please you?" She dared, her voice little more than a whisper.

  He laughed softly, a sound like crackling flames. "Then I will let the others have you, once I have what I need."

  She knew what he referred to. Once he had his heir, he could cast her aside. She shuddered, an image imposing itself on her thoughts. She pictured herself chained up and violated by countless dragons. Used like a brood mare, giving birth to their eggs one after another until she was spent.

  Or the alternative - being eaten, which might be more merciful.

  "I don't want to do that," Inaeth continued. "I am the strongest. I fought for the right to rule; for the right to claim the tribute. My offspring will rule our race. Our offspring," he corrected. "And if you serve me well, I will take care of you, and protect you."

  He looped her hair around his fist again, not hurting but firmly pulling. A warning. "Do you understand?"

  Faith tilted her chin higher and forced herself to meet his eyes. "Yes."

  He made his satisfied rumbling sound. "Good."

  He stood up straight, still holding onto the length of her hair. His erect member was right in front of her. She could see it throb slightly in time with his rushing pulse.

  He enjoys my suffering, Faith thought. Then a further realization: It arouses him.

  "Now," Inaeth said, laying his free hand on her shoulder. She could feel the heat of his skin; the dragon blood rushing through his veins. "Please me."

  She looked up at his face, uncomprehending.

  As if in answer, he slowly pushed her head forward, until his erect cock was almost touching her lips. "Lick." was all he said.

  Trembling, Faith put one hand on the ground for balance. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth. Her tongue quickly found his skin. It was hot and tasted slightly of smoke. As she trailed her tongue over the swollen head, she found a droplet of moisture, and this was salty.

  When he purred in approval, she glanced up at him, and saw that he had his eyes closed and his head relaxed back, as though savoring her touch.

  It was not so bad, touching him... not threatening in the
least, really. She wondered how it felt for him - how sensitive he was.

  Experimentally she raised a hand, wrapped her fingers around his member. Her hand looked small, her fingers barely able to close around it. She could feel its throbbing under her hand.

  Slowly, she angled his shaft so she could lick the underside, watching Inaeth's reaction. When he smiled and let out a deep satisfied breath, she repeated the action.

  As she explored with her tongue, she curiously watched him, quickly learning what seemed to feel good. When she took him into her mouth, closing her lips wetly around his shaft and using her tongue to circle around the head, he moaned.

  Another thrill went through her body, and Faith suddenly realized how wet she was between the legs.

  Her sex throbbed as if in answer to her thoughts. She squeezed her thighs together and closed her eyes briefly, taking Inaeth's cock further into her mouth. I must serve him. She concentrated on doing so, in order to avoid further thinking.

  She had to open her mouth wide, stretching her lips to accommodate his girth. And she couldn't manage his full length, only taking a few inches into her mouth. So she used her hand on his shaft - firmly pumping it in her fist while she sucked up and down, pleased when he let out a deep moan.

  Never in her life had Faith imagined such a thing, She knew how sex worked - the technicality of it at least - but no one ever mentioned doing it for pleasure. She thought of the way Inaeth's dragon tongue had felt, licking her, exploring her. Did it feel as good for him, when she did it?

  He was breathing heavily. His hand rested on the back of her head, guiding her in her rhythm. Every time she varied her movements - faster, slower - from licking to sucking, he made sounds of pleasure that sent thrills of arousal through her.

  As she relaxed, Faith's hand wandered, exploring his fine patch of silvery hair, and down to the heavy sack beneath. Gently, she stroked the underside, feeling the soft skin. When Inaeth shifted and moaned, she closed her hand over it and gently cupped it.

  He made a strangled sound, and tightened his hand in her hair. For a moment she thought she'd displeased him, but he only began to push her head harder and faster. He began to thrust in time with her movements, and she had to relax her mouth and throat to accommodate him.