Dragon Down Under: Her Dragon Hero

by Angela Castle

  Amber swung around in her comfy and expensive office chair to grin up at Slade. He closed the cover of A Dragon’s Guide To All Things Human, by Amber Anderson.

  It was amazing how quickly something could get published once you waved a few dollars at a printing company. The King's commission was a bag of gold and sapphires he claimed matched her eyes, and worth a hundred times more than a bestselling author would ever earn in the Human Realm.

  “Brilliant work, sweet. You know it’s a bestseller in the Dragon Realm.”

  “That’s because the King gives them away.” She rolled her eyes and swivelled back around to her latest book. Her fingers barely stopped typing, and now she was in her fancy new, writing cave, the words flowed like water.

  “Where is your big, red bodyguard?”

  “Brim’s out, putting the new soldiers through their paces. I sent him something which you may need your noise cancelling headphones for.”

  Slade groaned. “Again! I swear you two have more sex than the entire human population. I’m a single, horny dragon, how am I meant to cope?”

  “Darwin’s three hundred kilometres that way, or have you already gone through the entire female population?” She waved her hand in no particular direction while her eyes scanned over her last scene which she texted to Brim’s mobile.

  Their new home was smack bang in the middle of the desert and several feet below ground. A team of dragon builders spent several months digging out mounds of earth before hardening each section of wall, so there was no chance of its collapse. The miles of tunnels and chambers also provided barracks for a few dragon soldiers under Brimstone and Slade’s command.

  It was Brim’s idea to build underground, next to the realm portal to guard it from anyone with ill intent towards either the human or dragons. Once built, he spared no expense to fit it out with every modern comfort a human, or dragon could dream of, including her own office—a large oak desk and the most modern computer they could find. Slade, as a wedding gift, made a chiselled, stone sign and fixed it above the door. ‘Amber’s Writing Cave’.

  It didn’t matter they were hundreds of kilometres from any civilization, with the ability to teleport, anything they needed was within easy reach.

  She loved it, loved the quiet to get on with her writing, and yet, have the ability keep in touch with all her other author friends over the internet.

  The sound of heavy footfalls in the hallway made her grin, and she hit the save button.

  “Slade, get the fuck out!” announced her husband’s arrival.

  “Amber, Amber, Amber, how many times have I told you not to let him read the sex scenes?”

  She turned and shrugged. “I’m a writer always in need of fresh inspiration. I like to practice what I preach.”

  Brim grabbed Slade’s shoulder, yanking him back into the hallway. “Go do something else.” He slammed the door in Slade’s face. She heard his laughter fading as he walked away, never offended by Brim’s gruff and rough behaviour. Everyone understood it was just his way.

  The laughter died on her lips as she gazed up into Brimstones blazing, lust-filled eyes. He pulled his larger style, mobile phone from his pocket, the illuminable words catching her gaze.

  “You sure you want to do this?”

  She licked her lips and nodded nervously, her body tense with eager anticipation. Her big dragon was always willing and eager to help her act out any erotic scene she was having trouble with.

  “You know, I work better when I’ve experienced what I write. I want to experience this scene.”

  He grinned, leaned in and kissed her briefly on the lips, placing his phone behind her on the desk. “Gods, I love you, baby.”

  “I love you, too.”

  He pulled back nodding, his face schooled into a serious expression. She tried hard not to giggle.

  “Right, you want this, you get it.”

  He lowered himself down on to the sturdy couch she bought for her writing cave, knowing at some point, they would end up having sex on it. It was also why the fabric was thick, easy clean leather.

  “Stand up and come here.” His tone, hard and commanding.

  The game had begun.

  Her stomach churned, but her panties were already dripping wet.

  She obeyed, standing in front of him, trying to avoid his piercing gaze. Her mind drew a blank when strong hands started to wander up the back of her thighs, and came to rest on her plump arse, on which, he promptly gave a light smack. She jumped at the gesture and closed her eyes when he tore the corners of her lace underwear and yanked them off.

  “I’ve told you to stop wearing these fucking things.”

  He was serious. He declared, they were a waste of fabric and hindered his easy access to her. She continued to wear them, however, if only to tease him into tearing them off. One day, she may grow tired of it, but for now it was still fun.

  “Who do you belong to, girl?” She loved the roughened tone, gravelly with arousal.

  “I belong to you, Sir,” her voice barely a whisper, getting her head back in the game.

  “You will address me as Master, understood?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “This body is mine to play with.” His fingers slid between her legs and parted the folds of her throbbing sex. Under her lowered eyelashes, she saw his triumphant grin as his fingers dampened from her pre-existing arousal.

  A moan rose in her throat and she bit her bottom lip, trying to hold in her noises while he slid his thick fingers back and forth across her clit. With his other hand, he grabbed the back of her leg and pulled it out, so her stance spread for easier access.

  “Keep still,” he almost growled the command. “Or five swats.” He played the scene she sent him to utter perfection, going beyond what her mind could have thought up.

  Her body jerked when he pinched her clit and rolled it between his fingers. She struggled to remain still and upright. After a few minutes of the pain-pleasure torture, her breathing rapid, he pulled away.

  “Sit on my lap.” He patted his knee.

  Hesitant, but obedient, she complied and slid onto his lap, straddling him, loving the feel of his rigid cock pushing against the softer leather pants he favoured while training. Capturing her chin, he made her look into his jewelled red eyes, and pushed the same finger he used to play with her swollen nub into her mouth.

  The musky flavour of her own juices made her moan, making her suck eagerly.

  “Fuck, that’s so hot, baby. Who do you belong to?” he repeated.

  “You, Master, only you,” she managed through heavy breathing.

  “Fucking right, you do. I’ve wanted you, wanted this for too fucking long. I’m going to take what’s mine, understand girl?” Hot hands gripped the rounded globes of her arse, pulling her flush against his thick erection.

  She couldn’t help but grind against the bulge beneath his pants, and press against it greedily.

  “Yes, oh, yes, Master, please.”

  He pushed the top of her dress down along with her bra, allowing her heavyset breasts to spill out before him.

  She hid her grin when he muttered, “Fucking perfect.” With the flat of his hand, he delivered a gentle swat to each breast, making the skin pinken and her taut nipples harden even more.

  Louder moans spilled from her lips, this time without care as her hips rolled and bucked against him.

  Pleasure swam through her senses. His hands were everywhere, soothing and enticing her body at the same time—utterly intoxicating. With her eyes closed, she felt his hand sneak up and curl into her hair, and with a firm yank, pulled her down to take her mouth. He nipped and bit at her lips.

  Her hands anchored on his shoulders while she allowed him to take what was his and endure the stinging bites. Some made her squeal, but he quickly soothed each one with a flick of his dragon tongue.

  When he pulled back, she pressed her lips to his without thought and crushed her breasts against his chest. Her hand delved between th
em, searching for his belt, eager to find the object of her desire. He grabbed her wrists and yanked them behind her back.

  “Ah, ah, baby, don’t be hasty,” he chided.

  She pouted slightly and heat flooded her cheeks.

  “Keep your hands where they are.”

  She obeyed when he let her go. Swiftly, he unbuckled his belt, slid it off, and wrapped it around her wrists, tightening only enough to keep her from wriggling loose. “This should keep you from touching. Lift up.”

  She obeyed, rising on her knees, but he drew down her head and kissed her again, distracting her from watching him pull down his pants and expose her prize. His hips dropped back onto the couch before pulling her back against him.

  A soft whimper of need broke free when he slid his cock along her dripping folds and pressed the head against her clit, rubbing in firm circles, driving her mad. Her clit, so firm and warm, pulsating so deliciously—the entire sensation ignited such a deep, gnawing hunger in her pussy.

  “Do you want it, my girl?” His voice tight with need.

  She nodded, but he swatted her arse.

  “Say it.”

  She drew in a deep breath to steady her words. “I want it, Master, I want it so bad.”

  He handled her upper her body and shifted. “Then, watch me take what is mine.”

  She peered down between them to see the tip of his cock push inside her. She cried out in pleasure, stretching around his thick member. Her back arched and she was helpless in his arms while he pushed in little by little, teasing her. She closed her eyes and felt him grip her shoulders and roughly shove the rest of way, embedding himself deep inside, causing them both to moan.

  Amber’s body shook. He gripped her hips and growled, “Ride me, girl.” Without her hands, it was a struggle to plant her legs. She lifted up before dropping down. He placed a thumb on her clit, forcing her to rub against it every time she slid herself up and down on his wonderful, thick cock.

  “Faster,” he panted and she felt he was close to losing it. “No coming till I say, understood?”

  “Yes…yes, Master.” Her reply was breathless as the build-up to the pinnacle rose quicker than anticipated. Brim prided himself on making her come hard and often when they made love. This time, she fought against it. Her cries of pleasure came long and loud. When her legs grew weak and she struggled, his hand undid the belt and it slid off while he quickly rolled them, pinning her down on the couch, driving into her over and over and panting hard in her ear.

  “Yes, mine! You are mine…mine…mine…forever!” He punctuated each word with a hard thrust.

  Overwhelmed by the need to come, she screamed. “Master, please! Oh, please let me come!”

  “Come, my girl, now.” Her body froze for a split second before her orgasm ripped through her, her wail of pure ecstasy reaching the heavens themselves.

  Brimstone roared and the warmth of his seed spilled within her womb, his heavy weight collapsing on top of her. It only felt like an afterthought as he gripped her, rolled, and with a thump, fell to the floor on top the rug which lay on the hardened stone floor. Amber lay boneless and sprawled on top of Brim’s much larger frame, both of them struggling to draw breath into their deprived lungs.

  “Wow,” she managed after a short while. She lifted her head to see him with a smirk on his face. She lovingly traced the lines of his features.

  “Fucking wow.”

  She giggled and planted a kiss on his chest. “I don’t care how many characters I write, you’ll always be my first and best dragon hero.”

  “Don’t worry baby, I’ll never let you forget it. When are you going to write your next scene?”

  Amber laughed and shook her head. He cupped her head and drew her up for a leisurely kiss before rolling them again, so she lay under him. “Don’t know! Why don’t you inspire me?”

  “Fuck, yeah.”

  Inspire her, he did.

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Angela Castle is an award-winning author of sexy paranormal and science fiction, erotic romance. She has been tantalizing readers with her drool-worthy macho, alpha aliens and big cat shifters for the past few years.

  In between the para and sci-fi are a few cheeky little contemporaries, to get you hot under the collar—and other places.

  She lives the quiet life in country Victoria, with her hubby and three kids, dreaming up her next sexy hero and adventurous plot, to keep her readers entertained.

  She welcomes feedback from her readers, so feel free to e-mail her at angelacastleleros@yahoo.com, or you can visit her website, www.angelacastle.net or Facebook http://www.facebook.com/pages/Angela-Castle/150741621619377

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