Ethan facial expression changed from astonishment to anger in less than a second, "My original family name was Dragon?! Why you never told me about this, you idiot?! I could have that dragon under my control." Jarrod calmly responded, "No. Only the Mother of Dragons can control them. I should have known that the Princess's alluring powers had something to do with this." "Well, all we have to do is capture Maya again and force her to use the dragon in our advantage. She is helping me already by eliminating the northern creatures." Ethan said, looking at the window. "Yes, the invaders are running away," Jarrod agreed, approaching the window as well. They both were so distracted looking at the dragon's precise attacks, that didn't notice a monster climbing through the window on the opposite side of the room. The sneaky creature jumped forward, grabbing Ethan by the neck and lifting him off the ground. Then he commanded, "Stop the dragon or I'll break your neck!!" Ethan desperately trie
"I can't believe you have grown so much in four weeks!" Anais said, looking at Maya's enlarged belly. "I guess the dragon's babies grow a lot faster than normal," Maya responded, caressing herself. Maya had been declared Queen of the Dragon Kingdom. But she was more proud of her full pregnant belly than her new title. Maya gave the order the open the room of the old throne. The room that her ancestors had closed decades ago, was again filled with life and activity. The dragon was allowed to come and go from the castle as he pleased. "This large belly is getting in the way of giving myself properly to my lover and he is getting restless. Maybe you can take care of him for me," Maya said to Anais. "Me!! Do you think we will want me?!" Anais's heart jolted and her pussy flared at the possibility of mating with the dragon. Maya's best friend was afraid that the dragon might not like her but she was resolved to give it a try. She had been dreaming about this moment since the first time s
I'm a monster. Not necessarily a bad man, I go to church and pay my taxes, but I don't process emotions the way other people do. I don't feel guilt or remorse and in their absence, everything else seems to be amplified. If I get angry, I'm livid and if I'm in excited, I'm obsessed. Not exactly Shelley's Frankenstein but not human enough for most.If we're going to get into nature VS nurture I'm pretty sure I could blame everything on my father. He was truly a bad man. After luring my mother here from Korea as a mail order bride with the promises of a loving supportive spouse, I don't think he spent a day of their marriage without beating her. As soon as I was old enough, I started beating him back and thus I was sent off to every expensive and prestigious private school he could afford, anything to keep me out of the way. He wouldn't pay for my flights home so I learned to work hard and seek opportunities with a feral sort of drive and hunger. I saved my money and started investing we
Her underwear was cute, a matching brief and bra set in a pale pink with little white polka dots. I was going to cut them off of her but I wanted to see them on her again so I took the extra time to remove them and send them flying with the dress to join the sweater on the couch. It was definitely longer than I wanted because she started to stir a little as I was tying the silk rope on her hands after securing her ankles to the desk legs on each side of where I sit.I sat at my desk, enjoying my work as I listened to her mumble. She was stomach down on the desk, arms tied behind her and legs spread. The combination of the desk and chair made her the perfect height to do whatever I wanted with her beautiful p*ssy.And it was beautiful. It wasn't bare; she seemed to be the type to be scandalized by such a thing. The lips were soft and fat and as I ran a finger across them she shuddered, so nice and sensitive. I ran my hand up from the back of her knee to her mountain of ass and gripped
When I'd thought she'd had enough, I snapped the toy off and eased it out. I ran my hands over her still quivering flesh and placed kisses in a random wandering pattern across her skin. "You've been such a good girl. I'm going to untie you but if you act up I'll have to restrain you again. Understood?""Yes." Her voice sounded dazed and far away.I untied the silk ropes, starting at her ankles then her arms. Even if she wanted to run, I don't think she'd get far after a bombardment like that. I eased her onto her back and kissed her knees. "How do your legs feel?""A little sore..."I nodded and began to massage them for her, taking my time lean down between them and steal more kisses from her full lips. "Do you wish you'd never come in today?""No..." She seemed embarrassed by her own answer but I rewarded her with a deep kiss anyway. I felt her arms wrap around me and broke the lip lock to nibble at her forearms and wrists."Are you ready?"Sam's eyes locked with mine, staring deepl
Pulling up to the wrought-iron gate, I stare in confusion. Of all the things I expected to find, the heavily guarded fortress in front of me was not one of them. I check my phone again to make sure I have the right address, flipping back and forth between my text messages and my Maps app. It's the right address, but this has to be a mistake... maybe he texted it wrong or something. My already frazzled nerves scream for me to turn around and go back home. It was stupid of me to agree to this, there's no other word for it. But I was lonely and feeling brave for once, lulled by a sense of familiarity.I'm still thinking there's been a mistake when two men step out of the guardhouse just to the left of the gate and approach my car. Now I don't know much about guns, but even I can tell the ones holstered on their belts are not standard issue. Not to mention, they're both carrying deadly looking rifles across the front of their bodies. These guys are armed for an attack, not just to scare l
Admonishing myself isn't going to save me, though. Somehow I have to find a way out of this place, and quickly before I lose any more control of the situation.Gabriel leads me into what could only be his office; large and masculine, with dark wood throughout the room, plush carpets, and oversized furniture, the mahogany desk that stands in front of us the focal point of the room. Shelves line the walls from floor to ceiling with both old books and new, and with a glance, I can see some of the tomes on the shelves are priceless. Off to the left, a fireplace keeps the room at a comfortable temperature, and on the right a large leather couch sits waiting to swallow you up.Behind me, I hear the click of the lock as it settles into place. I turn at the sound, fear making me gasp. I'm trapped in here with the devil, and I'm not getting out until he decides he's ready for me to leave. "Gabriel, please..." I say, prepared to beg for my freedom."Mmm," he purrs, his eyes closed as a look of
His hands work between us at his zipper, freeing himself from the last barrier between us, his black slacks. Releasing my mouth, he steps back as he slides his pants off, wearing nothing underneath them. With a gasp, I get my first look at him, and once again become convinced he'll kill me if he enters me with the monster between his legs. It's at least ten inches long and about the width of both of my hands if they wrapped around his giant member. "You'll never fit!""I swear to you, this c*ck was made for that tight little p*ssy of yours. It'll fit," he says with a husky laugh, grabbing himself and stroking as he looks my body over.I moan, and I'm not sure if it's from fear or desire, as watching him stroke his member does something inside of me, heating me to my core.Still, I have to try one more time. This is my virginity he's about to take. And he was taking it; there was no asking involved. "Please, Gabriel, please, I beg you one last time, don't do this to me.""Enough," he b
And with that his hand slides to my cl*t again, rubbing me as his c*ck claims my p*ssy over and over again. "That's it pet," he says, as he feels what I feel, the tightening deep inside me, "that's it, let it happen, come on my c*ck, shatter for me."And just like that, I fall over the precipice, breaking into a million tiny, little pieces as pleasure jerks through me like a freight train out of control. "Fuck!" he cries, as my eyes roll back into my head and my body arches up off the desk. "Fuck, you feel so good. That's it, come around my c*ck! Such a good little girl."And as I come down, he does something I don't expect. He slows down, leans over, and gives me a slow, torturous kiss. "My turn," he says, as he pulls out. At the look on my face, he laughs, "We're not done yet, pet." And then he stands me up, turns me around to face his desk and plants my hands firmly on top."Oh this a*s," he says, as his hands come around to caress my cheeks. "The fun I'm gon