Golden Embrace
Diovan the Dragon Whore. Diovan wasn't sure if he liked his new title. The redhead he’d just bedded told him about the rumor spreading about him. She wanted to know if he was being unfaithful. He frankly replied that he had never been an item with her in the first place. He was chased out with a pair of slippers and a slap to his face. It didn’t hurt, but he understood he had outstayed his welcome, and saw no point in fighting to stay.
Why that title, though? He'd much prefer something along the lines of ‘Diovan, the Dragon with the Magnificent Cock’.
Then again, that was quite the mouthful, in more ways than one.
His wings glided against the warm, Ocharian winds, letting the scent of swampy nature swirl to his nostrils. He liked the green smell of the swamplands, and how earthly it was. It was next to his home in the Ocharian mountains, and separated the mountains from the nearby town, where his female conquests slept.
He had to stop the name, the Dragon Whore, from spreading soon. Once it reached the ears of Cyrion, his friend wouldn't let him hear the end of it. Other dragons had much better names—The Black Dread, the Red Beast, the Eastern Terror.
Why did he have to get 'The Dragon Whore'? Even though he didn't want a name which would command fear—a terrifying one would simply make it more difficult to seduce women, the one the common folk coined him didn't sound like something that would make women swoon either.
Using his wings, he soared through the Ocharian jungle, looking for prey.
His sharp eyesight sighted of a group of leather-clad women, running along a stream and chasing after bush mice.
Women?
He smiled, mentally anyway, because dragons didn’t have the facial muscles to smile. He could have a nice meal with the bush mice, then a temporary companion on the side for a quick afternoon romp. He noted to himself that he was the master at terrorizing the hearts of women.
He followed the group of females, trailing behind slightly so they couldn't look up and spot him. Then, swiftly, he swooped down and landed on the bush mice, feeling the weight of their bones crack under his talons. He couldn't resist burning one and swallowing it whole. He hadn't gone hunting in a day, so his stomach rumbled with a warning of hunger. The redhead had given him bread earlier, but mere bread couldn't satisfy a dragon's monstrous appetite.
"Dragon!" a particularly attractive woman shouted.
Her glistening copper skin, raven hair which glowed in the sun, and sparkling violet eyes distracted him from the icy smoke she was cradling in her hands. Icy smoke? Her beauty kept him from properly thinking. It was only when she directed a chilly blast to his feet, and he felt the merciless sting of ice, when he realized she was using magic.
Behind her, other witches were also casting spells.
They'd kill him at this rate.
Goddess fucking hell. He thought these women defenseless. Most females often were. He had imagined himself to subdue them, offer them food, then charm them. That was his plan, at least, and it backfired horribly.
He quickly shifted back into human form. Bad idea—transforming in front of them left him vulnerable. Another sharp pain reached his abdomen. He tumbled, in a half-dragon, half-human form, into the bushes where some trees shielded him. He winced, hearing the splash of magic against the wood. Shifting back often hurt, and the pain of the icy magic wasn’t making the aching of his bones snapping any better.
"Wait!" he said, behind the veil of the tree bark, as soon as he could speak. "I mean no harm."
The copper-skinned woman—they were all copper-skinned, but she was the most striking of them all—spoke, "You stole our catch."
"I was helping. Look, these bush mice are dead, now. You have your meals."
"We needed them alive or freshly dead to properly harvest their souls. You've ruined our plans."
"Oh... uh..." Words escaped him. He couldn't stop looking at her face. It was angular, but still feminine, however that worked. Her frame was built and sinewy, yet curvy at the right places, with just the right amount of ass to grab and dig his paws into. He'd never wanted to have a woman as much as he wanted her.
A tingle of fright rose in him.
She couldn’t be… his mate, could she?
He felt his inner dragon stir with wanting, purring at the possibilities. Thoughts about claiming her and making her just his overwhelmed his head. But then… his reputation, his women. Were his days of playing around over?
"I'm sorry. I'll just be on my way, now." He didn't want to leave her, but his frosted feet reminded him of how outmatched he was.
The woman folded her arms.
She looked glorious even when angry. "I'm tempted to take you in."
"If you let me go, I promise the next time I try to help, I'll keep the mice alive. It's good to have an ally in the skies."
One of her companions whispered something into her ear. She shook her head. What did she say?
"I'll let you go," she said.
Diovan raised his brows. "That simply?" Perhaps the Mother favored him today. Maybe it was because they were seeing him naked, and were impressed by the enormous size of his cock. After all, it was magnificent.
The woman gestured a wave. "I'd rather not make enemies if I don't have to. Don't bother us again, dragon."
He shook his feet. The ice there still hurt. He willed that part of his body to warm more. "That's a shame. I wouldn’t mind adding ‘bothering you’ to my list of agendas." Was he coming on too strongly?
She squinted at him. "Are you trying to make me change my mind about not frosting your balls off?"
Goddesses’ teats. Flirtatious words usually worked well when wooing women. They didn’t even have to be that smart. His looks made up for how terrible his advances were sometimes. He supposed this female wasn't like most women. It made the challenge more exciting for him. He raised his hands in defeat. "You hurt my feelings. I'll leave. It's hard to refuse commands from one as..." He couldn’t help but let his eyes wander to her ample chest. “...well endow—" He caught himself before he said something which made him lose the tip of his tail. “Well versed as yourself.”
He flashed her a toothy grin before shifting back into his dragon form.
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Epilogue
Afterword
Golden Embrace
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