Breeding With the Dragon
Plagued by an endless sea of needy peasants and unenthusiastic virgins, Draconus never expected to receive a visit from the Queen herself. When she expresses her desire to be bred by a powerful dragon, Draconus decides she must abide by his every desire for one full hour before being granted her wish.
Little does he know just how well her love of pain aligns with his deepest, darkest pleasures... More
Plagued by an endless sea of needy peasants, Draconus never expected to receive a visit from the Queen herself. But he's even more surprised when she expresses her desire to be bred by a powerful dragon. Frustrated with the unenthusiastic virgins he's been offered in the past, Draconus agrees under one condition: The Queen must abide by his desires for one full hour before being granted her wish.
Little does he know just how well her love of pain aligns with his deepest, darkest pleasures...
Warning: This scorching tale contains 6500 words of sizzling sex including BDSM (bondage, domination, sadism/masochism, flogging), dragon shapeshifting, and an intense enjoyment of pleasure and pain. Adults only!
“And am I to believe you do not simply wish to be taken? To receive an end to the humiliation brought by your beloved husband? That is not tribute. That is arrogance.”
She leaned closer, her bound breasts pressing against his chest. “You cannot be certain my true desire is not simply to be claimed by a dragon. That I have watched you, long before this ridiculous marriage. That I have spent many a night utterly unsatisfied by inferior men, dreaming of your power. Perhaps my tribute is the continuation of your legacy. And the promise of a woman who will take a very active role in whatever strikes your fancy, my Lord.”
On some level he was intrigued. It was a lonely life and though he had accepted the meager offerings of peasants’ daughters in his younger years, his tastes tended to alienate him in a way his father had never experienced. Even on his deathbed the old man was practically swimming in a sea of fresh, young quim.
Times had changed. And this Queen was one of the few who had expressed genuine interest. She seemed quite embroiled in lust, actually, but that was another matter. To show excitement was to show a weakness that could be exploited.
“I will make you a deal. If you can endure one full hour of whatever I choose to do to you, then I will give you what you want.”
She cocked her head to the side, brow arching. “That sounds more like a concession than a test, Lord Draconus.”
He stood, pushing her off of his lap. A smirk touched his lips as he fixed his robe. “There is a catch, of course. You will spend the entirety of that hour shackled. All pleasure taken shall be mine. If you manage without pleading for me to cease… then we shall see.”
She considered him for a long moment, watching as he readied the manacles. “’We shall see’ is not adequate for our contract. If you think you will get something for nothing, then there are any number of plain, mortal men I could find to do the job.”
“And what a waste that would be.” His gaze narrowed, fixing on her. “Very well. Last an hour with no begging. No pleading. No crying. Then I shall guarantee an heir for your legacy and mine.”