Bride of Dragons (The Dragon's Virgin Tribute)
An Excerpt From the Story
    T hey came close to her bed. Like a pack of predators, they surrounded her. Why did they all have to be here at once? Images flashed in her mind. She imagined intimate acts with one while others watched. She'd always imagined such deeds to be private. Her face went hot as she blushed, and she tried not to look at any of them.
    They touched her. A hand on her ankle, pulling at the hem of her dress. Picking up the ends of her hair. Three pairs of hands.
    Vaermax unfastened her belt and pulled it away, bending close and looking into her eyes as he did so. Ylissa could feel her chest heaving with her halting, trembling breaths. There was something about him that made her unable to look away. He had that same little half-smile, as though he knew something she didn't. She found it annoyed her. What could possibly be amusing about this situation?
    She tried to muster up a glare, but it was hard while so distracted. She shivered as a hand ran up her leg, drawing up the flimsy fabric of her dress. Fingers stroked her bare thigh, and trailed over the curve of her hip. A claw traced a fine line over her shoulder, her jaw.
    Vaermax drew her focus back to him, leaning over her. Slowly, he reached out and put a claw under her chin, tilting her jaw up as though to get a better look at her face. His eyes glowed with desire.
    It was impossible to tell who was touching her where. Someone was on the bed, next to her. A dragon aroused in anger or lust grew three times hotter than usual. Even Ylissa would wake up burning, longing for someone to touch her, to love her. She felt all three of them radiating heat now.
    There was a tearing sound, and started in alarm. Looking down, she saw that the Prince stood over her, the torn hem of her dress in his hands. Her eyes widened as she glanced downward, her gaze drawn over his smooth brown skin with its dancing designs, to the dark patch of hair below his belly. His manhood stood erect, pointing straight ahead. It was huge, and Ylissa felt a pang of fear.
    He ripped the fabric as she watched, slowly, as though relishing the task. Watching as the tear traveled up the center of the dress, revealing her body bit by bit. Her bare legs, then the bare mound of her sex. She pulled her legs up in a vain effort to shield herself, but he knelt on the edge of the bed and gently held her still. With one last movement he tore the remaining cloth open, revealing her high, full breasts.
    Vaermax bent his head and pressed his lips to hers, demanding her attention again. He smelled of smoke, and his lips were soft and warm.
    Hands reached around her to cup one breast, and Ylissa gasped aloud as fingers rasped over her nipples. When her lips opened, Vaermax slipped his tongue inside. His hand slid around her jaw, holding her helpless as he ravished her mouth. His tongue was long and forked, and skilful. He brushed it over hers; teased her lips, withdrawing, returning.
    It was as though some trance had come over her. The sensation of hands all over her, stroking and teasing her flesh, was overwhelming. Ylissa was unable to move. She swayed in their grasp. Her nipples had hardened, and turned unbelievably sensitive. Her heart hadn't slowed its frantic rhythm.
    Lord Thress was the one laying next to her. When Vaermax broke their kiss and moved away, leaving her breathless, Thress bent over her and placed a kiss on her neck. His hard manhood pressed against her hip as he sucked and nibbled on her neck, below her ear. He was burning hot, but his mouth left trails of moisture that cooled as he breathed on her skin.
    Hands stroked every inch of her exposed skin. Someone was caressing up her leg, claws gently raking over her knee, her inner thigh.
    Thress slid a hand over her stomach and under her hip, pulling her body to face him. He cupped her ass, squeeze her flesh, making a guttural sound of approval. She felt his cock throb, pressed up against her.

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    Y lissa was the only female born to dragonkind

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