Touching Fire: Sacrificed to the Dragon (Dragon/Monster Erotic Romance) Read online

“Thank you,” she whispered. She couldn’t muster anything more than that. A jolt of excitement and hope suddenly shot through her. It wasn’t much, but it was something. She might be able to use it.

  “Here, let me put this in your pocket,” he said as he reached for her robe.

  “I don’t have a pocket.”

  He paused, unsure of what to say or do.

  “Could you put it in my hand maybe? It’s the only way I’ll be able to use it against him.”

  She held her breath as he thought for moment.

  “Okay,” he said hesitantly as he very carefully placed the handle of the dagger into her hand.

  And just like that, he quickly turned and walked towards the opening of the bushes. He didn’t say another word and he didn’t say good-bye, but that was fine. He did more than enough.

  Celia glanced at the dagger that she held awkwardly in her hand.

  “Okay, so what am I going to do with you now?” she said out loud.

  For a moment, she actually entertained the thought of trying to cut through the rope, but quickly realized that the angle would have made that impossible.

  Nervousness and uncertainty gripped her while she looked at her surroundings frantically. Panicked thoughts bombarded her as she held on tight to the dagger. Where was the dragon? Was he nearby? She wouldn’t go down without a fight.

  ***

  “Bloody hell! Where is the damn dragon already?” Celia yelled into the cool night air.

  Hours had passed and the moon was high in the sky and Celia was now hungry, cold and impatient for a dragon that was late to her own sacrifice.

  She wasn’t eager for the sacrifice by any means, but the waiting was wearing on her. For the past several hours she had been in a constant state of alertness and it was exhausting.

  Maybe she could close her eyes for just a little bit? It didn’t look like the dragon was planning to come today anyway? What harm would it do?

  Deciding it was a safe course of action to take, Celia slowly closed her eyes, feeling the stress of the day wearing heavy on her eyes and body. She sunk her body deep into a crevice of the tree trunk, trying to find a comfortable place to rest against.

  Several minutes had passed and she was almost completely lost to slumber when a sudden silence swept across the forest. The wild animals, the insects - all fell eerily silent.

  Celia’s eyes darted open, instantly alert and awake and painfully aware of the change in the air. Goosebumps prickled down the length of her arm as she hesitantly looked into the darkness. Something was out there, watching her. She could feel it.

  She held on tight to the dagger that still rested in her hand.

  Suddenly, the trees began to bow as a gusting wind tore through the surrounding woods. Branches and leaves flew in the air.

  But even with the loud chaos of the wind, Celia could still hear what sounded like a loud, rhythmic beating of a drum. She didn’t have to look up to find out what the source of that noise was.

  She did anyway.

  What she saw filled her heart with both terror and amazement. Hovering above her in all its lethal beauty was the most terrifying thing she could ever hope to see. It was the dragon that she was to be sacrificed to.

  Celia gasped for air as her heart hammered wildly in her chest. The dragon hovered over the clearing and looked down at her with his glowing red gold eyes. She was gripped by fear, but couldn’t look away. Only the moon offered any light, but from what she could see, the monster was a mesmerizing mix of black and gold.

  The gusts of wind became even more violent as he slowly lowered himself down onto the clearing. Once his clawed feet landed on the ground, there was an ominous boom that sent shivers down her back.

  Unable to look away, Celia continued to stare at the beast with terrified curiosity. The dragon, sensing her gaze, locked his piercing red golden eyes onto her and sniffed the air. A loud guttural growl sounded from his throat as his nose caught her scent.

  Celia’s heart jumped to her throat. She tried to press her body into the tree trunk, but that did nothing to help her. She had nowhere to go. She watched helplessly as he walked towards her, his eyes never leaving her. Tiny vibrations shook through her body as he stepped towards her.

  Once he was only a foot away, he stopped to sniff the air once more, slowly trying to soak her in. Another low rumbling growl escaped from the beast as his head inched closer to her body.

  “P-please…d-don’t do this. Please…” she stuttered as she turned her head away from the beasts’ large, monstrous head.

  The dragon moved even closer to her, almost as if he enjoyed her fear. He was so close, she could smell the smoke puffing out of his nose and mouth. Flashes of being cooked alive for his enjoyment flashed in her mind.

  She panted and whimpered helplessly as his terrifyingly loud rumbles became louder. The beast was tormenting her and she couldn’t take it anymore. If she was to die, she was going to have some brave dignity. Or at least fake it.

  Stiffening her back firmly against the tree and steeling her resolve, she lifted her timid gaze at the beast. “Hey! If you’re going to eat me, then just do it!” she spat at him.

  The large dragon suddenly hesitated. He pulled back just a little and it looked like he cocked his head to the side ever so slightly.

  Trying to hold on to the shred of bravery that she still had, she continued, “Yeah, that’s what I said! Just do it! But just know…that I’ll give you…an awful stomach ache…so keep that in mind!”

  The eyes of the dragon suddenly got brighter. Celia tightened her body and tried to prepare herself for the fiery hell that he was about to rain down on her through his mouth. She closed her eyes and only hoped that it would be quick and painless.

  She waited several seconds, though it felt like an eternity, but she didn’t feel any hellfire. Instead, she only felt warm gusts of heat surrounding her body.

  Celia peaked her eyes open and squealed in surprised fear when she saw the dragon’s snout was only inches from her body. Celia squirmed uncontrollably when he moved in closer and actually pressed his nose against her stomach.

  She jumped with a start and closed her eyes, expecting the worst. Instead, he lowered his thick nose further down her body until he found the spot between her legs. Celia jerked back as much as she could, trying to shield herself from the dragon’s nose. The dragon didn’t seem to notice her protests and kept nudging at her thighs and stomach.

  He pushed and prodded at her lower body, as if he was trying to get to something, but the tree served as too much of an obstacle for him. The dragon abruptly pulled back and let out a frustrated growl that vibrated down to her bones.

  No longer having patience for the tree or Celia’s protests, the dragon ripped the thick ropes on her arms with a slight flick of his claw. Seeing the dragon slicing through the thick rope so easily turned her stomach to knots. What was he going to do her?

  Once she was free of the bindings, the dragon snatched her into his giant claw and pressed her to the ground, locking her easily under his clawed grip. She was like a ragdoll to him and she knew it. She couldn’t fight back. She couldn’t struggle. She even forgot about the dagger that she held onto with a vice-like grip. It was pointless and all she could do was lay there and hope that whatever happened next would be quick.

  Perhaps sensing her silent submission, or maybe he just needed ready access to her body, the dragon eased his tight grip on her ever so slightly. The fiercely beautiful monster loomed over here and lowered his nose until he was only inches away from her. Billowy smoke poured out of him and a rumbling purr came from his chest as his head traveled down her body. He was quietly sniffing and assessing his new sacrifice. Celia trembled with fear and her entire body shook violently.

  The dragon nudged at her body, pushing and tugging at her robe with his nose. Celia watched in confused terror. Did he have a problem with eating clothes? Frustrated with her sacrificial robe, he expertly sliced through the delicate fabric and r
ipped it off her entirely. If it were any other circumstance, she would have been embarrassed of her nakedness, but she was too terrified to feel shame.

  She shook uncontrollably as his red gold eyes scanned her body. When his eyes landed on her shaking breast, his rumbling purr grew louder until it sounded more like a growl. Celia hiccupped back a whimper.

  His long, thick forked tongue rolled out of his mouth and swept across her bare breasts. It was rough and raspy and warm and the sensation felt completely alien to her. The dragon wiggled and swirled experimentally along her skin as he coated her with his warm saliva, almost as if he was tasting her. The fear she felt was overwhelming, but her couldn’t help but respond to the dragon’s rough muscle tickling her naked skin.

  He removed is tongue for only a second and the cool night air touched her wet nipples and they instantly became erect, causing the skin to tighten and stretch around her tits. For some reason, this didn’t go unnoticed by the dragon. His eyes darkened in intensity and he lowered his head back to Celia’s sensitive nipples. A frustrated tear fell from her eye as his tongue made contact with her little red bud.

  He flicked and squeezed at her nipple, causing more steam to billow out of his nose and surround Celia’s body. She whimpered in fear as thoughts of the dragon releasing fire and burning her alive crashed through her mind. But there was also a very small part of her that whimpered in confusion, confusion from the warm wetness that was slowly slipping between the folds of her sex.

  The dragon’s forked tongue surrounded her nipple entirely, massaging it and tugging at it roughly, but he was gentle enough that it didn’t hurt. Celia wiggled and moved under his mouth, finding it difficult to lie completely still.

  Eager to explore more of his sacrifice’s body, his tongue slithered lazily down her chest and swept down her flat stomach. Celia thought he was just making a sweeping lick of her body, trying to get an idea of what his next meal was going to taste like, but she quickly realized she was wrong when he stopped at the center of her legs. Unconsciously, Celia tensed and clenched her thighs tight together, not wanting to allow access to that part of herself. He could eat her if he wanted, but she was going to maintain some virginal dignity.

  Not discouraged by her closed thighs in the least bit, the dragon slid his tongue over her sex and pushed his tongue into the crease of her thighs.

  “No…!” she whimpered as she tried to fight him and press her legs back together. But it was no use. His tongue was too big and too powerful and she wouldn’t be able to keep him away.

  Celia cried out when she felt him easily push her legs open. As soon as he slid between her thighs, he attempted to open her legs wider with the flat of his tongue. She gasped in surprise as she felt the flat part of his coarse tongue glide along her pussy.

  She tried to lift herself off the ground to pull away, but the beast’s golden eyes glared at her with a deadly warning and she froze in place. Celia unsteadily lowered herself back down to the ground and realized that she would have to quietly submit to the beast. She held her breath, helpless, as she felt the wyrm’s forked tongue push her legs further apart until her legs were bent up and she was completely wide open to him.

  Celia’s cheek’s burned with shame and confusion as the petals of her sex laid completely visible and open to him. She was still a virgin and had never allowed anyone to see her naked body prior to this day and now she had a beast opening her bare legs with his tongue.

  More smoke fumed from out of his nose and mouth as he gazed down at his virginal prize. Hungry and eager to have a taste, he extended his long, muscled tongue until it found the warm pot of honey that he planned to feast from.

  Tingling and shocking jolts of pleasure shot from her stomach down to her aching clit when she felt the beast’s tongue slide into her. His rough tongue lazily pushed her lips apart and began to taste and lick the slick wetness that he knew was waiting for him between her legs.

  He growled lowly as his tongue wiggled and glided down her crevice, drinking in the nectar that was pouring freely out of her. Celia panted in frustration as her wetness flowed out. She couldn’t control what her body was doing or how it was reacting to him and it was killing her.

  “Oh my gods…what are you…doing…” she moaned as she threw her head back and arched her naked torso. She barely noticed the cold night air touching her naked skin while the heat of the dragon warmed her from her core.

  In silent response to her question, the giant wyrm’s tongue moved from her channel’s entryway and slid up to the swollen clit that was peaking out from its hood, as if it was begging for attention. Celia cried out and grabbed onto a neighboring branch, unable to contain the shock and electricity that was shooting through her body. She moaned in frustration. Her fear and desire were intertwined and it was playing havoc on her.

  Eager to hear more cries or perhaps he liked to hear his sacrifices scream, the dragon gently massaged her aching bundle of nerves. He enveloped it entirely with the tines of his tongue and then proceeded to rhythmically massage and squeeze it until it was almost painfully fat. The muscles in her stomach tightened and an unfamiliar feeling began to stir deep inside of her. Celia wiggled and writhed in pleasure, unsure of what was happening to her body.

  Sensing her release was near, the dragon abruptly pulled his tongue away from her aching slit, which almost brought a cry of pain from Celia. She was so close to something unidentifiable and the moment he took his tongue away from her pussy, the feeling was slipping away. She wiggled her hips uncomfortably towards his mouth, unconsciously asking for him to come back to her clit.

  What she didn’t realize was that the dragon’s mouth wasn’t finished with her yet. While she attempted to catch her breath and calm her body down, the beast quickly lowered his tongue back onto her pussy, but this time he wanted more of her.

  The dragon slid his tongue back into her slit, but while one half of his forked tongue covered her pearl, the other slid down to her entryway and pushed. Celia’s body tensed in surprise. The two tines of the beast’s tongue suddenly started to move separately.

  The dragon’s thick muscle eagerly breached her opening and wiggled its way into her snug channel. Celia whimpered desperately while he pushed her lips wide to accommodate the size of his tongue.

  “Please…don’t…” she panted, unable to say anything more. Ignoring her plea, the monster pressed further into her. Celia gasped as she felt her walls widen more for him. It was painful but the pain was nearly canceled out by the attention he was giving her clit. His tongue circled and lapped at her sweet pearl almost expertly.

  As the pain melted away, her body began to welcome his tiny thrusts. Feeling her walls loosening and tightening around him, the dragon began to push in and out of her pussy more freely, wiggling and thrusting.

  Her walls stretched wildly for him, but her body also latched firmly onto the wyrm’s invading muscle. Her tight sex now welcomed the intrusion and held on tight, wanting more. Her breathing became more erratic as his tongue danced faster on her clit. Celia couldn’t help but move her hips with the dragon’s maddening pace. She bucked her body while he simultaneously thrust into her body and licked her sensitive bud. Cries of uncontrolled pleasure escaped her mouth. Steam from the dragon began to pour out of him and engulf them entirely, but Celia barely noticed.

  The unfamiliar feeling of electric, tingling pressure began to build inside her stomach again. It radiated all the way down to her core. With each lap and lick of his tongue, the sweet pressure swelled higher until it exploded into a wave of unimaginable euphoria.

  Celia screamed as she was hit with wave after wave of pleasure. Her body trembled in uncontrolled shock. The beast could eat her right now and she wouldn’t care. All she cared about was the jolts of electricity that tingled and danced inside her. She panted in blissful silence while her body contracted and twitched around the dragon’s tongue.

  After the tremors subsided, Celia weakly raised her head and looked down at her nake
d body. The beast’s head was still between her legs, and his hot red eyes were looking right at her. Without breaking eye contact, the dragon slowly removed his tongue from her snug channel and then proceeded to lap at her sex like a cat drinking milk. He wanted to drink up all the juice that was spilling out of her. And he wanted her to watch.

  Celia groaned quietly but didn’t look away. She was still very sensitive down there, but she could tell that his priority was to drink her wetness not to give her more pleasure.

  Once he was satisfied that he caught all the juice that was going to spill out of her, he proceeded to lick off whatever residual wetness that he could find on her body. He licked the insides of her thighs and Celia moaned quietly. His tongue felt rough and coarse against her sensitive skin.

  A shiver suddenly went down her spine as she felt how powerful his tongue was. His tongue could easily break her whole body and yet it gave her unimaginable pleasure.

  Her cheeks suddenly turned a deep shade of red as she felt him lower his tongue passed her sex until he reached her nether region, apparently trying to lap up any juice that might have slid down. She wasn’t expecting that at all and it embarrassed her to no end, but she couldn’t quite ignore how interesting it felt.

  After the dragon cleansed her, she was able to finally catch her breath. She hesitantly lifted herself from the ground and awkwardly attempted to wrap her arms around her chest to both keep herself warm as well as shield her nakedness. She wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but the night sky didn’t seem so black anymore and it appeared that dawn was about to break.

  Celia glanced up at the dragon, unsure of what was going to happen next. “Please, can you let me go? I’m not sure what you want from me, but I can tell you’re not the beast that my village feared you to be. Can I please go home?” she asked with her voice filled with hope.

  The dragon gazed down at her with intelligent eyes, assessing her.

  Just then she realized that she more than likely insulted the beast by telling him that he wasn’t that scary. She panicked again.