The Dragon’s Virgin Slave (Monster Breeding Dragon Shifter Erotic Romance)

By
Cherry Dare

Copyright
2012 Cherry Dare

All
Rights Reserved

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Kara ran through the desert, her
heart pounding in her chest and her breath burning in her lungs. The sand
scraped the tender soles of her bare feet, and the iron cuffs around her ankles
banged painfully into her bruised flesh. The black egg that she clutched to her
chest felt heavier and heavier with every step she took. But she didn't dare
look back to see if anyone was following. She had to escape from the city of Wyrm— and its slave market— by dawn.

Only a week ago, she had never even
heard of Wyrm... and its dragons. Like the other girls in her village, Kara had
spent her days gathering edible plants from the forest, and cooking and
preserving her finds. As she worked, she watched the young men of the village,
wondering which one she would marry when she turned twenty.

On the day of her birthday, she
would dress in her finest attire, and go to the platform in the center of the
village. All the young men who wished her hand would be waiting. She would look
them over, and select her husband. He would pick her up and carry her away to
his home, and there they would consummate their marriage.

It was the way it had been done in
the village for hundreds of years. Kara had often giggled with her friends,
talking about who they might choose and what their wedding night would be like.
They had all seen naked men, and they knew, in general, how sex worked. But the
details were a mystery. What did it feel like? How long did it take? Did it
feel different for a man to touch you than it did to touch yourself?

The night before her twentieth
birthday, tossing and turning on her straw mattress, Kara's fingers drifted over
her own body, touching her breasts and teasing the tender nubs of her nipples.
Would her husband do that? She imagined strong, work-roughened hands cupping
her breasts, and her nipples grew hard between her own slim fingers.

Her hand strayed downward, making
slow circles over her belly, and then downward still. She stroked the soft down
of her pubic hair, then delicately probed between her lips with a single
finger. She was already slick within, ready for tomorrow. She stroked her
finger in circles around her hooded pearl, and it throbbed and swelled in
response.

Her own juices ran over her finger
and dripped down, wetting her nightgown and soaking through to the
straw-stuffed mattress. She moaned aloud, then twisted her face to the side,
muffling her sounds in her pillow. She didn't want her parents to hear her, and
know that she was fucking herself with her fingers.

As she rubbed her finger against
her wet folds, she wondered which man she would choose. It was tradition for
the young men not to reveal in advance who would stand to be chosen, and
tradition for the girl not to set her heart on anyone until the day she stepped
into the village square. Kara had been true to that tradition. But as she
rubbed faster, and her breath came quicker, she let her imagination run free,
not limiting herself to the young men of her village.

She imagined a huge man with hair
like gold and skin like milk. An invader from over the sea, in heavy armor and
carrying a sword, who would throw her down and plunge his gigantic cock into
her cunt as her village burned around them.

Kara thrust two fingers into her
entrance, then a third. She jammed them in and out, hard and rough, as she
imagined that warrior ravishing her and filling her with his seed. Her nails
scratched lightly against her sopping walls, but the pain only added spice to
her fantasy.

As she neared the brink, her imagination
grew wilder. She pictured being brutally taken by a monster. Kara pinched her
own nipples with her nails, imagining that a wolf-man was taking her.

Then her thoughts went in an even
more bizarre direction. She writhed, imagining that a forked tongue lapped at
her asshole. She pictured strange appendages forcing their way into her cunt,
opening it wider than any man could. She thrust violently against her pearl,
imagining that her fingers were a thick tentacle.

Her orgasm burst through her,
drenching her hand in hot liquid. Her cunt pulsed around her fingers, and she
moaned loudly into the pillow.

Then she lay, still and satisfied,
enjoying the little aftershocks of her climax. She wiped her hand on her
nightgown, then reached down to sop away the cream that had soaked her cunt.

The creak of her door startled her.
She yanked her hand away and sat up, clutching her low-cut nightgown to her
body.

The figure of a man was silhouetted
in the doorway. Before she could draw in breath to scream, he was upon her. A
damp cloth was pressed to her mouth and nose. She gasped in terror, drawing in
sweet-scented air, and knew no more.

When she woke up, she was
blindfolded. Iron cuffs weighed down her ankles. She struggled wildly, but
could not escape. She was spread-eagled on what felt like a bed, with her
ankles and wrists chained tight.

A hand ripped away her blindfold. Kara
stared around wildly.

She was in a room finer than any
she'd ever seen before, with ornate furniture and many beautiful statues and
vases displayed on shelves.

A heavily muscled, shaven-headed
man loomed over her. He was dressed differently from the men in her village,
wearing a fine embroidered coat and shirt and trousers. Instead of buttons, everything
was fastened with elaborately knotted leather strings.

"Don't even think of trying to
escape," he said coldly. "The potion put you to sleep for days. We've taken you
across the sea, far from your village. You're to be sold at the great slave auction
of Wyrm."

Kara was so shocked and terrified
that all she could do was echo his last word. "Wyrm?"

His thin lips lifted in a smile
with no warmth in it. "It's named for the wild dragons that live in the desert
that surrounds the city. Unsatisfactory slaves, or slaves who attempt to run
away, are tied to the Sacrifice Pole outside the city gates. While their
masters watch, the dragons fly down and eat them."

Kara shuddered.

"My partner and I are selling you
as a sex toy tomorrow, at dawn" said the slave trader. "Some masters like a
fresh young virgin they can break in themselves. Otherwise I'd enjoy you a bit
myself before I let go of you!"

The slave trader eyed her with
lustful hunger written all over his cruel face. His mouth twitched, as if he
was struggling inwardly. Then, slowly, he reached down and gave her nipple a
casual but vicious twist.

Kara clamped down her jaw to stop
herself from crying out in pain. But her mind was already racing. She had to
escape and get back to her village... and if this man was the one who had chained
her, he must also have the key.

She forced herself to give the man
a pleading look. "I wish you would. Even if you can't actually take my
virginity, can't you show me a little bit of what my masters will require of
me? I don't want to displease them and get thrown to the dragons!"

The slave trader licked his lips.
"You filthy slut. You're already wet for me, aren't you?"

She felt a hot blush spread over
her face. She certainly was not! He disgusted her. Then, pretending shame, she
nodded.

"I want to touch you," she
whispered. "I want to... to..."

She trailed off, not sure what she
should pretend to want to do.

But luckily, her captor had his own
ideas. "You want to wrap your hands around my fat prick, do you?" He smirked.
"Yes, good idea. That won't damage your virginity, or leave any signs."

He took a key from his pocket and
released the cuffs around her wrists. Kara sat up, wincing. She was stiff and
sore from having lain in one position for days.

She hoped he would uncuff her feet,
but he made no move to do so, and instead dropped the key back into his pocket.
She opened her mouth to suggest it, then closed it again. She didn't want to
make him suspicious.

"Um... May I see your fat prick?" she
asked. "I really want to wrap my hands around it!"

Licking his lips with an audible
slurp, the slave trader bent to undo the complicated knots at his waist.

Kara knew she would only get one
chance. She cast a furtive glance at the nearest shelf. It contained a delicate
china vase, which was too light; a marble statue, which looked too big and
heavy; a doll, which was useless; and a black, egg-shaped stone the exact size
of her cupped hands.

In a single, smooth movement, she
grabbed the stone egg and smashed it into the slave trader's bent head. There
was a loud crack, and she felt something give way. The man topped to the polished
stone floor and lay still, his head oozing blood.

Kara shuddered. Though she had seen
her share of hunting and farming accidents, this bloody scene was different. She
had never deliberately injured another human being before.

But neither could she allow herself
to be sold as a slave. Swallowing hard, she fished in the slaver's pockets for
the key that had unlocked her handcuffs. He didn't stir as she pulled it out
and quickly unlocked her chains.

But to her dismay, unlike the cuffs
around her wrists, her iron anklets had been welded on. She could release
herself from the chains, but it would take a blacksmith to remove the manacles
themselves.

She slid off the bed and hurried to
the nearest window. To her relief, the slaver's home was at the edge of the
city. She could see the desert, bristling with thorny plants and lumpy with
rocky hills.

Kara had no idea which way her
village was. She had never heard of Wyrm. But she knew how to live off the
land. If she crossed the desert, eventually she'd find more friendly people,
and they could tell her how to get home.

She had to hurry. The slaver had
said that she was to be sold at dawn, and he'd mentioned a partner. The partner
was sure to come looking for him, and then would come after her.

Kara started to dash for the door.
With her hand on its brass handle, she stopped, certain that she was forgetting
something. There was something in the room that she should take with her...

The onyx egg! It lay on the bed
where she had left it, gleaming in the candle light.

Kara shook her head, surprised that
she would even think of bringing it with her. The egg was both heavy and
worthless. She could neither eat it nor sell it. It would only weigh her down.

But she couldn't bring herself to
leave without it. The curves were so graceful and elegant. And it had saved her
life.

As if compelled by some strange
force, without even intending to do so, Kara found herself walking back to the
bed and picking up the egg. Once it was in her hands, she felt satisfied. She
needed a weapon. If the slaver's partner caught up with her, she could bash him
over the head with it.

Clutching the egg tight against her
chest, Kara slipped out of the room. She found the slaver's kitchen, where she
hastily crammed a satchel full of leather water jugs, dried meats and fruits,
and a flint with which to start a fire. Then, slinging the satchel across her
back, she fled into the desert.

She ran until she could run no more,
and then she settled for walking quickly. When she got her breath back, she ran
again. She hoped to reach the nearest hill before dawn, and spend the day
hiding in a cave. The sky grew paler and paler, and the light brighter and
brighter. But she was close to the hill, and she could see that it was pocked
with caves. She could get there by sunrise.

A tremendous roar tore apart the
air. Terrified, Kara skidded to a stop and looked up.

A dragon was circling overhead. It
was green as poison and bigger than a house. As she watched, paralyzed with
fear, it spread its viciously fanged jaws wide and roared again. A jet of flame
shot out, brilliant orange against the pale sky. Even so high above her head, Kara
felt the heated air buffet her like a gust from a hurricane.

She was still miles from the caves.
She had nowhere to run. Kara crouched down, desperately hoping that if she made
herself look small, the dragon might decide she wasn't worth eating.

The dragon dove toward her, like a
hawk plunging toward a mouse.

Instinctively, her arms moved to
protect her face. As she was still clutching the stone egg, she lifted it over
her head.

The dragon gave out an ear-piercing
shriek. At the last minute, it veered away from her and landed on a nearby
dune. The wind of its passage almost knocked her over.

Kara stayed curled up, trembling,
certain that it would eat her. The dragon opened its tremendous jaws. She
closed her eyes and waited for death.

A voice like a crackling bonfire
spoke. "Egg-friend. Do not fear."

Incredulous, Kara opened her eyes.
The dragon had spoken!

"Egg-friend," the dragon repeated.
Its gigantic forked tongue flicked out and touched the stone egg that Kara still
held over her head.

Kara uncurled herself, though she
was still trembling. "This is a dragon egg? I thought it was a rock."

The dragon hissed angrily. "Humans
steal eggs. Use them for magic, to get power. They do not hatch."

Kara held out the egg. "Can you
still hatch it? Please, take it."

The dragon blinked its great yellow
eyes. "It has bonded with you. Only you can hatch it." It extended a gigantic
green wing and swiveled its wingtip, pointing to the hill. "Build a fire. Put
the egg in the fire. It will hatch."

Kara heard shouts in the distance.
She leaped to her feet, looking around wildly. She couldn't see them yet, but
that had to be her pursuit.

"I'm being chased by slave traders!"
She pointed toward the sounds.

The dragon made a crackling sound
that might have been a chuckle. "I will protect you, egg-friend. Go. Hatch the
egg."