Dragon Lord’s Captive by Cynthia Sax

Behold the sacrificial virgin.

Rhoslyn stood on the wooden platform, her hands bound, facing the gleeful crowd. Previous virgins had screamed with fright and fought their destiny. She waited calmly, clad in a silk shift so sheer, every male present had a clear view of her nipples and the short brown curls covering her mons. The farmers, merchants, even men old enough to be her grandfather, looked their fill, their eyes wide, their skin flushed with lust, their cocks hard in their breeches. The lecherous attention would have horrified a modest maiden.

Rhoslyn was not a modest maiden… or a virgin.

Worried her ruse would be uncovered, Rhoslyn breathed a sigh of relief as the two large men tugged on her ropes, spreading her arms wide and lifting her until her bare feet dangled above the platform. As the ropes were tied, other men grabbed her ankles and placed her soles on notches in the intricately carved poles. One greasy palm lingered, sliding up her right leg underneath her shift.

Esel’s palm. Her top lip curled with disgust. The slimy merchant grabbed her at every opportunity, murmuring promises of freedom if she tolerated his touch.

He didn’t know she had no wish to be freed. Rhoslyn gazed toward the horizon, her body humming with anticipation, her passions primed by other men’s stolen caresses.

“Bare the maiden,” a big-bellied vassal ordered, his fleshy frame clad in rich green velvet and decorated with gold. Wunde was a prosperous land, guarded fervently by a strong dragon lord, and the leader of the villagers wore his personal wealth upon his stoutly person.

The men eagerly sliced their blades through Rhoslyn’s flimsy shift. The fabric slid over breasts full and heavy with arousal, and grazed her sensitive nipples to hang around her hips. Hands brushed her curves as the daggers descended once more to shred the shift into strips, exposing her nakedness to the male spectators.

Rhoslyn tilted her chin upward, confronting her audience proudly. The men didn’t meet her gaze. They stared lower, unabashedly peering between her spread thighs and leering at her bare breasts. A clergyman licked his lips. A baker rubbed himself through his breeches, a cloud of flour rising from the coarse cloth.

The vassal, a bearded man, cleared his throat, silencing the rowdy crowd. “We will confirm her purity.”

Sweet Mercy, not again. Rhoslyn stiffened. “My purity has been confirmed.”

The vassal’s eyes narrowed. “We will not risk raising the ire of the dragon.” He dipped his ringed hands in a bowl of water. “It will take but a moment.”

It will not. Rhoslyn bit her lip, stifling her protest. The first confirmation required the participation of every male in the village. By the excited murmurings of the crowd, this confirmation would be as thorough.

Even if she passed the test once more, she wouldn’t last through the sensuous torture with her self-respect fully intact. For two days, her body had been fondled and caressed, and she hadn’t been granted one moment alone to bring herself to a much-needed private release. Already her pussy throbbed with wanting.

For another man’s touch. Rhoslyn flushed with shame. I must be loyal to my dragon lord. She solidified her resolve. I cannot enjoy this.

As the vassal parted her pussy lips with his thick finger, Rhoslyn clenched down, narrowing her non-virginal passage. Please let him be fooled once more.

He entered her slowly, pressing his fingertip against her inner walls, and moisture flowed over his fat finger, Rhoslyn’s body betraying her heart and her mind. The vassal, father of three grown boys also standing on the green awaiting their turn, grunted with excitement, his belly rubbing against her thigh.

He buried his finger up to the joint and worked the thickness in and out of her, mimicking the sexual act. He hadn’t Blau’s rhythm, nor his strength, and Rhoslyn bit the inside of her cheek to keep from pleading for more fingers and harder thrusts.

The vassal withdrew his finger with an embarrassingly loud pop. “She is pure,” he declared and wiped her juices on his breeches, the wet spot proof of her shame.

“I will also confirm.” The elderly priest, with hair as white as a fresh winter snow, splashed his hands in the water. His finger, long and thin and wrinkled, shook as he skimmed over her clit, along her pussy lips, before finding her entrance. Rhoslyn swallowed a moan, aroused by his bungling.

I am a harlot. As the ancient man of God pillaged her pussy, his wizened thumb pressing against her clit, Rhoslyn struggled to control her responses by studying their audience. Farmers rubbed themselves with zeal. The shoemaker, his breeches around his ankles, stroked his big cock enthusiastically.

Blau’s cock, the only one she’d ever had inside her, was bigger. Rhoslyn closed her eyes, remembering the last time he’d taken her through their mate link, wielding drakon magic to cross the vast distance between them. Her dragon lord had come to her in silence and covered her face, her neck, and her breasts with hard, possessive kisses. She’d opened to him, and he’d mounted her swiftly, surely, completely claiming her body as his. They’d rutted like animals, with a ferocity, a burning passion so intense she had been engulfed in his flame.

“She is pure.” The priest dispelled her reverie and verified Rhoslyn’s lie, Blau having long ago taken her virginity.

“I will confirm next.” Esel shoved another merchant aside. Saliva pooled in the corner of his mouth, his lips disgustingly moist.

Anyone but him. Bile rose in Rhoslyn’s throat. If I respond to his touch, I truly am wanton.

He washed his hands in the bowl, and the dirt turned the water brown. She’d seen those grubby palms strike a child — the girl sent sprawling to the cobblestones. She’d vowed then and there that when she was Blau’s lady wife, she’d ensure Esel never touched another child.

The merchant leaned toward her, his putrid breath wafting on her cheek, and Rhoslyn reared back, trying to escape him. She couldn’t as she was tied securely to the poles, and his ill-kept fingernail raked along her thigh, drawing blood.

“To hunger the dragon.” Esel smirked. He shoved his finger into her pussy.

A dragon’s roar concealed her cry. The villagers scattered, fleeing to safety, yelling to others to save themselves. Esel continued to ram his finger into her farther and farther, not moving from his spot on the platform. Soon, they were alone — Rhoslyn and her abuser.

“The dragon is a jealous beast.” Rhoslyn grimaced, fighting her body’s reaction to his cruelty. “He will smell you on me.”

The merchant’s face paled. “He will smell your blood.” He withdrew his finger and scratched her skin once again, the sting dampening her arousal. “Have you seen a dragon’s cock, proud Rhoslyn?” Esel circled her. “It is the size of these poles.” He slapped the wood. “When he drives into you, that cunt you have been guarding so adamantly will be split in two.” He laughed.

“Better his cock than yours,” Rhoslyn taunted.

“You will get both, harlot.” Esel whacked her ass cheek with his closed fist. The impact swayed her body, and she moaned with pain.

The dragon shrieked. He beat his wings faster and faster, sunlight reflecting off his blue scales.

My mate comes for me. Finally.

For years, he’d visited her through their mate link, a nocturnal connection blurring the division between dream and reality. He’d wooed her, seduced her, fucked her with all the strength in his human form, leaving her covered with love bites and filled with his cum. Rhoslyn had waited for him to search her out during waking hours, to make her his mate in truth, yet he hadn’t, plundering virgins from his village instead.

Today, I am that virgin. Rhoslyn raised her chin. And I will claim him.

“The dragon demands your cunt.” Unaware of the approaching beast, Esel wedged his hand between Rhoslyn’s clenched buttocks. “I will take your ass.” The merchant pushed his thumb inside her puckered hole.

“You will take nothing more from me, you bastard.” Rhoslyn kicked back and missed, her feet finding only air.

Esel laughed and added his index finger, ruthlessly stretching her ass open, mocking her feeble attempts to dislodge him. “Tight, too tight for my girth.” Fabric rustled. “I will tear your ass to pieces,” he observed gleefully. “Your blood will ease my rutting and craze the dragon. The beast may eat you before he mounts you.” Wet flesh prodded against her.

“Nay.” Rhoslyn pulled up on the ropes, raising her body out of his reach.

“Come back, wench.” Esel gripped her shoulders.

The dragon swooped, reaching out with his talons, a killer gleam in his big eyes. A shiver of fear swept over Rhoslyn, and she braced herself for impact, for pain. She’d taken a risk to gain Blau’s love, and she’d now face the deadly consequences.

The soft scales of the dragon’s belly brushed the top of her head, and Esel screamed like a maiden as he was plucked away. A crack split the air, and his screaming stopped abruptly.

The dragon circled, spewing fire, lighting the surrounding huts on fire. His primitive display of power risked no one else — the homes nearest the green empty. Smoke rose around Rhoslyn, creating a visual barrier between her and the villagers.

The dragon landed, the ground shaking under his massive feet, and he lowered his head to meet her gaze. Her reflection shone in his dragon eyes, her pale form nude and devoid of any protective armor. One burst of flames would burn her. One snap of his jowls and she’d die.

Unafraid of her beast, Rhoslyn leaned into his warmth, her arms restrained, unable to touch him. He extended his neck, and his snout touched her face. He breathed in deeply as though inhaling her scent. She did the same, savoring the smell of smoke and Blau, her mate. He huffed, his breath pushing her hair back, and she remained still, trusting him not to hurt her.

His split dragon tongue darted out of his mouth and flicked against her shoulder, the flesh wet and hot on her skin. He licked down her side, rasped over her nipples, smacked against her curves. Her breathing turned ragged, his thorough tasting tormenting her already aroused body.

This desire held no guilt, as it was Blau, her mate, her dragon, touching her. He bathed her cuts with healing moisture and wrapped his tongue around her thighs, the dual tips brushing against her pussy.

She spread her legs, finding a foothold on the pillars, exposing more of her to his touch. Her dragon snorted, the sound almost human, and he lapped at her juices, pushing his tongue deeper and deeper into her.

“Aye, Blau, take me.” Rhoslyn writhed, her passion rising quickly.

His great dragon lips curled upward, a knowing glint shining in his startling blue eyes, and he fluttered his tongue — his magical, flexible, wonderful tongue. Rhoslyn screamed and undulated in the air, her release as wild and primitive as the beast she loved. Her dragon drank from her pussy until she sagged, drained and empty.

He lumbered around her, dragging his left rear foot, his body large and intimidating. As he passed, he swept his tail over the soles of her feet, tickling her toes, and she laughed, giddy with satisfaction.

Blau licked her exposed skin, erasing all remnants of the other man’s touch. His split tongue became one, and his scales turned to warm human flesh, his body shifting.

“I failed to protect you,” Blau rumbled. He ran his palm down her curls, skimmed his thumb over the exposed base of her spine, and curved his calloused hand possessively around her ass.

She trembled, his caress reviving her desires. “I was never yours to protect, my lord, so I begrudge you no failure.”

Blau pushed her long hair over her shoulder and pressed his chest against her bare back, his warmth permeating her chilled skin. “You should not be here.” His fingers splayed over her stomach.

“Why not?” She jutted her chin. “I can please you more than any virgin can.”

He stilled, his muscles contracting against hers, his fury as thick as the smoke around them. Because he was denied his dalliance with another woman.

An equal anger rose within Rhoslyn. “You will claim me, Blau.” She pulled on her restraints. “I have waited long enough.”

“You should not have waited at all,” he growled. “I do not want you.”

Rage veiled Rhoslyn’s sight. “Aye, you do not. That truth is around us. Every solstice you take a virgin from the village while you visit me only through a fever-induced mate link. Virgins –”

“Enough with the virgins,” Blau roared. “They are a damned nuisance. I cannot make the villagers stop and if I leave the girl, the fools decide she has angered the beast and kill her.” He hobbled into her line of sight, dragging his left foot. “My keep is overrun with virgins and more arrive every morn.” Anger sharpened his lightning blue eyes. His blond hair was mussed, giving his lean, angular face a boyish softness.

Overrun with virgins. Rhoslyn’s lips twitched. “‘Tis challenging to be a dragon lord.”

“Aye, ‘tis.” Blau raked his fingers through his hair. His shoulders were tanned and broad, his chest rippled with muscles, and lines of scars striped his left leg. Rhoslyn’s gaze rested on his cock, his arousal reassuring her.

Blau sighed, his chest rising and falling. “Did I hurt you… through our mate link?” he asked almost tentatively. He drifted his index finger down her cheek and over her throbbing bottom lip.

“Nay.” She drew his fingertip into her mouth, tasting charcoal and sweat and man, and he watched her as though fascinated, his gaze fixed on her lips, his cock hard against her thigh. She licked and sucked, pleasuring his finger the way she wished to pleasure his shaft.

A groan rose up from his chest. “Rhoslyn.” He replaced his finger with his mouth, his lips firm and demanding, his hands capturing her face, holding her to him.

There was no need for restraint. Rhoslyn opened to him eagerly, welcoming Blau into her. His hot tongue slid along hers, filling her mouth with his flavor, branding her with his touch. He glided his fingers over her skin, burying them in her hair, and he mumbled his appreciation, his words muffled by lips and tongue.

Blau fed upon his mate, wishing to take her, claim her, yet knowing he was unworthy. He could not take her now. Curse this injury. His useless leg would not bear her additional weight, small though she was.

And he wished to take her. Oh, how he wished. Her nipples, taut and pink, brushed against his chest. The musky scent of her arousal filled his nostrils. Blau breathed deeply, tormenting himself more.

He twined his fingers in her sinfully soft hair, savoring her touch, scent, taste, and the sweetness of fresh summer strawberries coating her tongue. She swayed toward him, pushing her mons against his hard cock, her private curls teasing his tip.

Blau growled with frustration, the need to be inside her overwhelming, and she whimpered with sympathy. He reached up, his talons unsheathed, preparing to free her.

“Nay. Leave them.”

She does not understand. I am a cripple, half a knight. Blau glared at his mate, angered that she’d make him say the words.

“Take me like this.” Rhoslyn pulled on the ropes, lifted her body, and wrapped her legs around his waist, dragging her pussy along the muscles in his abdomen, her wetness leaving a glistening trail on his tanned skin.

He cupped her luscious ass, his grip unnecessary, all of her weight borne by her restraints. “You cannot maintain this position.” Can she? Rhoslyn sported the lean biceps of a female warrior, a surprising power contained in her feminine frame.

“You are correct, Blau.” She swiveled her hips, grinding her pussy lips against him, her cheeks flushed with arousal. “For if you do not enter me soon, I will break myself free, tumble us to the ground, and ravish you. That is how desperate you make me.” Her wild brown eyes reinforced her words.

Blau’s cock bobbed with anticipation. “You deserve better,” he grumbled. He positioned himself at her entrance and pushed into her wet heat. She is tight. He gritted his teeth, resisting the urge to thrust hard. Instead, he eased into her slowly, savoring the long hot slide.

Rhoslyn writhed against him, her skin pale and soft, her breasts caressing his chest. As he lowered her onto his shaft, she pressed her heels into his ass, urging him to take her faster, deeper. “Aye. Aye. Aye,” she cried out.

Blau paused, gazing at the beautiful face of his mate, her mouth open and panting, her cheeks pink, her eyes glazed with passion. Seated fully in her, her pussy walls holding his shaft snugly, he felt like a whole knight, like a fit, healthy young drakon, and he tossed back his head and recklessly roared his claim. “Mine!”

His declaration would have frightened any other maiden. Not his mate. She laughed, the throaty sound triumphant, thrilling Blau.

Rhoslyn wiggled against him. “Blau,” she pleaded for movement he was unable to give her, his damaged knee unable to bend.

“Ride me, Rhoslyn.” He squeezed her ass.

Understanding lit her eyes, and a sensuous smile spread across her face. “Aye. You will be my lusty mount.” Rhoslyn slid up and down him, pulling up on the ropes and releasing them. “I will ride you raw, my lord.” As she moved on him, Blau licked and nibbled on her collarbone, tasting the salt of her skin.

She impaled herself on him faster and harder, panting with effort, her lust shaking his body. He slid his hand between her ass cheeks, exposing more of her to his touch, and her breathing became erratic, her actions frenzied.

Blau grinned, allowing her no escape. With each drop of her body, he pressed his index finger into her puckered hole deeper and deeper, and she quivered, her thighs shaking and her knuckles whitening around the rope.

He buried his face in her neck, struggling to hold onto his control, determined that she reach satisfaction first. “Come for me, Rhoslyn,” he coaxed. He couldn’t survive her sweet assault much longer. His balls ached. “Come.”

As she enveloped him fully, her pussy lips smacking against his base, he crooked his finger inside her anal channel.

“Blau!” she screamed, vibrating around him.

“Mate!” he bellowed his satisfaction, shooting hard spurts of hot cum into his female, the only female he’d fucked in years, the only female he’d ever fuck. Waves of tremors swept over her body as she milked his cock dry, squeezing the last drops of seed from his tip.

She sagged, letting go of the ropes. Blau bore her weight for a dozen heartbeats, euphoric from his release, before his leg gave out, the pain overwhelming. He dropped to his knees before her and jagged shards of agony shot up his thighs.

Blau gritted his teeth, holding back the descending darkness. “Must… protect.” He stared at the cum dripping down Rhoslyn’s pale legs, unwilling to see the pity in her face.

“The smoke is clearing, Blau.” Her voice was edged with panic, not pity. “You must unleash your dragon before the villagers see you.”

“I must take you with me, my lady. They will kill you otherwise.” He glowered at the burning huts. “But once we arrive at my keep, you may leave.”

“And if I do not wish to?” The words were softly spoken.

“I cannot protect you.” The pain in his heart rivaled the pain in his leg. She deserves better than half a knight.