The Dragon’s Virgin Slave 2: Captive (Monster Breeding Dragon Shifter Erotic Romance) by Cherry Dare Page A
Authors: Cherry Dare
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mouth, choking her. Kara’s eyes watered. But she barely felt the discomfort
as his long forked tongue undulated within her. A loop coiled around her pearl
and rubbed around and around and around...
Kara’s climax tore through her,
making her scream around Rhodar’s cock. Her throat vibrated. With a growl,
Rhodar thrust hard. His hot seed spurted in her mouth and ran down the back of
her throat.
Kara swallowed every last drop. She
licked her swollen lips as he withdrew his softening cock. Then she twisted
around and wriggled back up to lie beside him, her face nestled into his
shoulder, languid from her climax.
As they lay entwined, she thought
again about the strange sequence of events which had brought them together.
Rhodar had told her that he was the last of the dragon-shifters, and that she
would become a mother of dragons, who would prevent his race from dying out.
She hoped that she was pregnant— they had certainly had enough sex for it!— but
it was too early for her to know.
“I’m so glad I stole your egg from
the slave trader,” Kara said sleepily. “Just imagine if I hadn’t!”
“My egg called to you,” explained
Rhodar. “The slave traders use dragon eggs to power their magic spells, but the
eggs of dragons have their own powers as well. They can sense when a person who
might help them is nearby, and offer help of their own.”
Kara blinked at Rhodar. “Do you
remember being an egg?”
He laughed, his broad chest
vibrating against her back. “If we were aware of every dull moment spent locked
for eons in a sorcerer’s palace, we would be born mad. No. I was only born with
the knowledge all dragons possess.”
“Why don’t you stop the slave
trade?” Kara asked. “You’re the only dragon-shifter, but the desert is full of
dragons. Why not destroy the slave markets of Wyrm, set the slaves free, take
back your eggs and hatch them, and kill all the slave traders and sorcerers.
Then they could never steal another egg.”
The hot, wet ribbon of Rhodar’s tongue
flicked out, coiling around to kiss her lips. “So ruthless, little one. I
approve. But we cannot. The sorcerers have warded the entire city of Wyrm against dragons. Their magic is powerful. Perhaps some day we will learn to defeat
it. But not today.”
A booming, malicious laugh echoed
through the cave.
“You speak true, dragon-shifter,”
said an unfamiliar male voice.
Kara leaped up with a scream.
Rhodar too jumped to his feet, his
hiss of rage reverberating around the stone walls. The flash of light that
accompanied Rhodar’s transformation into his dragon form lit up the cave. No
one else was there.
But Rhodar did not change shape,
and the shock wave that also went with his transformation did not come.
Instead, the rugged planes of his handsome face twisted with pain. His taloned
hands came up to clutch at his head, and he collapsed to the floor, unconscious.
Kara started to rush toward him,
but she was caught, held still in air that had become as thick as glue. She
struggled, but could barely move.
In the flickering firelight, she
saw the air blur, darken, and reveal two men. One was unfamiliar, a tall pale
man with long pale hair, dressed in the elaborately tied and knotted garments
of Wyrm. The other, shorter but bulkier, was the slave trader who had captured
her: the man from whom she had stolen Rhodar’s egg, and used it to break his
skull... or so she had thought.
Kara’s lips were clumsy and numb,
but she forced the words out. “I thought I killed you.”
He turned. To her horror, she saw
that his skull had indeed been crushed. There was a hideous dent in his head,
and she could see bright blood and the white edges of bone within. But no blood
spilled over the edges of the wound. It was as if his injury had been frozen in
time at the moment it had been inflicted.
“Wyrm is a city of sorcerers, bitch,”
said the slave trader. “We don’t die easily.”
He slapped her across the face. Bright
pain
as his long forked tongue undulated within her. A loop coiled around her pearl
and rubbed around and around and around...
Kara’s climax tore through her,
making her scream around Rhodar’s cock. Her throat vibrated. With a growl,
Rhodar thrust hard. His hot seed spurted in her mouth and ran down the back of
her throat.
Kara swallowed every last drop. She
licked her swollen lips as he withdrew his softening cock. Then she twisted
around and wriggled back up to lie beside him, her face nestled into his
shoulder, languid from her climax.
As they lay entwined, she thought
again about the strange sequence of events which had brought them together.
Rhodar had told her that he was the last of the dragon-shifters, and that she
would become a mother of dragons, who would prevent his race from dying out.
She hoped that she was pregnant— they had certainly had enough sex for it!— but
it was too early for her to know.
“I’m so glad I stole your egg from
the slave trader,” Kara said sleepily. “Just imagine if I hadn’t!”
“My egg called to you,” explained
Rhodar. “The slave traders use dragon eggs to power their magic spells, but the
eggs of dragons have their own powers as well. They can sense when a person who
might help them is nearby, and offer help of their own.”
Kara blinked at Rhodar. “Do you
remember being an egg?”
He laughed, his broad chest
vibrating against her back. “If we were aware of every dull moment spent locked
for eons in a sorcerer’s palace, we would be born mad. No. I was only born with
the knowledge all dragons possess.”
“Why don’t you stop the slave
trade?” Kara asked. “You’re the only dragon-shifter, but the desert is full of
dragons. Why not destroy the slave markets of Wyrm, set the slaves free, take
back your eggs and hatch them, and kill all the slave traders and sorcerers.
Then they could never steal another egg.”
The hot, wet ribbon of Rhodar’s tongue
flicked out, coiling around to kiss her lips. “So ruthless, little one. I
approve. But we cannot. The sorcerers have warded the entire city of Wyrm against dragons. Their magic is powerful. Perhaps some day we will learn to defeat
it. But not today.”
A booming, malicious laugh echoed
through the cave.
“You speak true, dragon-shifter,”
said an unfamiliar male voice.
Kara leaped up with a scream.
Rhodar too jumped to his feet, his
hiss of rage reverberating around the stone walls. The flash of light that
accompanied Rhodar’s transformation into his dragon form lit up the cave. No
one else was there.
But Rhodar did not change shape,
and the shock wave that also went with his transformation did not come.
Instead, the rugged planes of his handsome face twisted with pain. His taloned
hands came up to clutch at his head, and he collapsed to the floor, unconscious.
Kara started to rush toward him,
but she was caught, held still in air that had become as thick as glue. She
struggled, but could barely move.
In the flickering firelight, she
saw the air blur, darken, and reveal two men. One was unfamiliar, a tall pale
man with long pale hair, dressed in the elaborately tied and knotted garments
of Wyrm. The other, shorter but bulkier, was the slave trader who had captured
her: the man from whom she had stolen Rhodar’s egg, and used it to break his
skull... or so she had thought.
Kara’s lips were clumsy and numb,
but she forced the words out. “I thought I killed you.”
He turned. To her horror, she saw
that his skull had indeed been crushed. There was a hideous dent in his head,
and she could see bright blood and the white edges of bone within. But no blood
spilled over the edges of the wound. It was as if his injury had been frozen in
time at the moment it had been inflicted.
“Wyrm is a city of sorcerers, bitch,”
said the slave trader. “We don’t die easily.”
He slapped her across the face. Bright
pain
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