The Dragon’s Virgin Slave 2: Captive (Monster Breeding Dragon Shifter Erotic Romance) (2 page)

“Greetings,” replied Kara. “I’m
sorry that you’re prisoners... but I’m glad to see someone other than that
horrible slave trader!”

Aralan let out a laugh that sounded
something like a meow. “We’re all glad to see someone other than him.”

“We slaves must stick together,”
said Suli. Then her pretty face creased with sorrow. “Well... I hope the Master
chooses to make you a slave. That is, rather than throwing you to...”

Aralan hissed at her. “Don’t speak
of such things!”

Kara couldn’t help asking, “So the
wasp queen is real?”

Both the slave girls shuddered.
There was a long silence, which gave Kara her answer. Her skin crept.

“You must please the Master,” urged
Suli. “Surrender yourself to him, and he will want to keep you alive and
unmarred.”

Aralan reached out a furry finger
and stroked Kara’s cheek. “So silky-smooth,” the cat-girl murmured. “Surely the
Master will want to try your body himself. I know I would!”

Suli’s wings fluttered in reproof,
sending a puff of glittery pink dust into Aralan’s face. The cat-girl sneezed.

“You would, too, Suli,” insisted
Aralan. “Just look at those fine, soft breasts, those luscious curves...”

The cat-girl licked her lips with a
flat pink tongue.

The butterfly girl gave Aralan a
little push. “Hush now, Aralan. Yes, she’s exquisite. But I’m sure she doesn’t
want to make love with the likes of us.”

Suli bent over Kara’s bed, her
feathery antennae dipping down.

“We are slaves too,” Suli said
earnestly. “Only the Master may command you. You must please him! But we have
only come to bathe and dress you. Aralan likes to flirt, but you have no need
to flirt back, let alone do... anything else.”

“Oh, yes,” Aralan said hastily.
“Please don’t think I was trying to force you! I would never do that.”

She rubbed her furry hand over her
face, like a cat washing itself, then dropped it and winked a mischievous green
eye. “But you
are
very pretty. Very pretty!”

“Oh, Aralan,” Suli sighed.

“Thank you,” said Kara. “You’re
pretty too, Aralan.”

Her mind was racing. The slave
girls had simply walked in. If Kara could somehow get them to get her manacles
off, she could push past them and bolt out the door.

Or was that too easy?

She turned her gaze to the door. A
faint green glow was visible around the edges of the doorframe. Magic, no
doubt.

“How are you able to come and go?”
Kara asked.

“Spells have been cast on us,” Suli
explained. “They enable us to pass through certain doors.”

“What would happen if I tried to
walk out?”

Suli raised a warning hand. “If you
haven’t been spelled for safe passage, the barrier breaks every bone that
passes through it. If you
must
try it for yourself, just put your little
finger through. The last woman who got locked in here listened to our warnings,
and then she leaped up and hurled herself through the door. It was horrible!”

“But better than the wasp queen,”
Aralan muttered.

“Hush!” Suli took a key from a
chain around her neck and began unlocking Kara’s manacles.

Kara sat up and stretched with
relief. “Thank you. I promise not to jump through the door.”

“Come.” Suli beckoned. “We will
bathe and dress you. You must look your best when the Master summons you
tonight.”

“Lap at the underside of his cock,”
Aralan suggested. “He likes that.”

“If he hurts you... well,
when
he
hurts you... scream and cry,” advised Suli. “He doesn’t like it if you try to be
stoic and bear it bravely.”

Aralan shook her furry head. “No,
he does like that. At first. But don’t hold out forever. Be brave for a while,
then
scream and cry.”

“You poor things!” Kara exclaimed.
“What an awful life!”

The slave girls turned toward her,
Suli sad, Aralan trying to look like she didn’t care.

“Better than the wasp queen,” said
Aralan. For once, Suli didn’t hush her.

Kara let the girls lead her through
an archway and into a white marble bathing room, with a huge sunken tub carved
into the floor.

She tried not to let her fear and
rage show on her face, but inside she was boiling with fury and frustration.
Rhodar was imprisoned, these poor girls were being forced to submit to the
sadistic-sounding Master, and Kara herself was nothing but a captive village
girl. What could she possibly do?

But she had been a captive village
girl before. She had used her wits to manipulate the slave trader into freeing
her hands, and then she’d bashed him over the head with his own dragon egg and
escaped with it.

“Ruthless,” Rhodar had called her,
adding, “I approve.” And, when they had first met, he had said, “You are
brave.”

Kara was brave, she was tricky, she
was clever, she was a big strong girl, and some day she would be the mother of
dragons. She would find some way to free herself, and these girls too.
Whatever it took, she would do.

The slave girls began to undress
Kara for her bath. Aralan’s furry hand brushed against Kara’s left breast,
sending a tingling through her body at the velvety touch. Her nipple hardened
into a nub.

Aralan giggled, then jerked her
hand away.

“Oops,” said the cat-girl. But she didn’t
sound very sorry.

“Stop it, Aralan,” said Suli.
“We’ll bathe her quickly, then leave.”

Kara knew then what she had to do,
to cement her relationship with the girls and ensure that they would linger
long enough for her to persuade them to help her.

And, to be truthful, what she
wanted to do. She had always found the bodies of other women to be beautiful,
though she was usually more drawn to men. The bodies of these girls were so
strange, and yet so lovely. And they were so trapped. If Kara succeeded in
nothing else, she would at least be brightening their sad lives.

She wondered if Rhodar would be
angry. But she didn’t think so. A man might hate a woman for having sex with
another, even to save his life. But Rhodar was not only a man, and she couldn’t
conceive of him being so shallow. He might not like it, but he’d understand.

Kara was naked now, in the warm,
humid air of the bathing room. Deliberately, she took Aralan’s hand and placed
it over her breast.

The cat-girl let out a startled
mew. “Oh! Does that mean you want to...?”

“Yes,” Kara whispered. “Oh, yes.”

Keeping her hand over Aralan’s, she
slowly rubbed the cat-girl’s velvety palm over the sensitive skin of her
breast. Kara gave an involuntary shudder of desire, and her cunt began to
moisten.

Kara turned to Suli. “You’re
beautiful, too. Would it be too strange, if all three of us made love?”

With a breathy giggle, Suli whisked
off her draperies. She stood naked, her pink body flushing even warmer in the
heat of the room. Her nipples were dark red, like garnets, and so were the
petal-like lips of her cunt. A scent rose from her flesh, floral but also musky
and animal, like a rose made flesh.

“Suli and I love to fuck,” said
Aralan cheerily.

The cat-girl unceremoniously yanked
off her clothing, standing clad in nothing but her soft white fur. The pink buds
of her hairless nipples stood out hard and erect, but her cunt was hidden
within her fur. But Kara could smell a heavy, spicy scent, sultry and wild,
that she suspected was the musk of Aralan’s arousal.

“And we enjoy making love in
threes,” said Suli. “Well, we enjoy it when everyone freely chooses.”

A shadow passed over the faces of
the two slave girls.

“I freely choose,” said Kara.

She stepped forward and reached
out, catching a girl by each shoulder. Aralan was the first to move. With an
animal growl, she pressed up against Kara, rubbing her soft fur all over Kara’s
skin. It was soft beyond belief. The thicker plush between Aralan’s legs
caressed Kara’s cunt, making her moan aloud.

The cat-girl pulled Kara’s face
toward her with her furred fingers and kissed her. Aralan’s flat tongue rasped
strangely against Kara’s, its texture rough against the softness of Kara’s own
tongue. But it was ticklish rather than painful.

Kara licked at Aralan’s mouth, and
felt the sharpness of the cat-girl’s small, pointed teeth. Aralan nipped
lightly at Kara’s lip, making her jump, and then giggled into Kara’s mouth.

The contrast between Aralan’s sharp
teeth and rough tongue, and the luxurious velvet of her fur was intoxicating.
Kara moaned and wriggled against Aralan’s body, shamelessly caressing herself
with the slave girl’s soft fur.

A woman’s body pressed against
Kara’s from behind. It was Suli, her bare skin oddly cool and smooth to the
touch, like polished marble made soft. Her breasts pressed against Kara’s back,
and Kara felt the wet touch of Suli’s dripping cunt against her ass. The scent
of sex and roses grew stronger. Kara’s stomach fluttered with urgent desire.

As Aralan continued to hungrily
kiss and explore Kara’s mouth, Kara reached down behind her with one hand, seeking
Suli’s wetness. Her fingers dipped into Suli’s hairless slit. Like the rest of
her body, it was cool, her juices more watery and less slippery than Kara’s
own.

Like perfume
, Kara thought.

She rubbed her fingers against
Suli’s sex, excited to touch another woman’s cunt. Suli let out a whispery
exhale, and her inner lips, thin and silky as petals, lapped at Kara’s fingers.
Kara stroked deeper, searching for Suli’s pearl. The thought of making the
butterfly girl come around her fingers thrilled her.

With one hand, Kara caressed
Aralan’s velvet-furred body. With her other, she probed and fingered Suli’s
cunt. Perfumed juices dripped down Kara’s hand, and Suli moaned like rustling
leaves, writhing against Kara’s back. Suli’s soft breasts and hard nipples stroked
against Kara’s skin.

Kara brought up her hand and slid
it between her mouth and Aralan’s. Together, Kara and Aralan licked at Suli’s
juices. They were sweet as honey, with an aftertaste of roses.

“So sweet,” whispered Aralan
huskily.

“You taste so good, Suli,” said
Kara. “Lie down. Let me taste your honey from the source.”

The three girls lay down on the
floor, with Kara in the middle.

Kara kissed Suli’s soft, trembling
belly, licking downward. The butterfly girl had no hair around her rose-like cunt.
Kara softly breathed out over it, letting her warm breath tease the petal-like
nether lips. Suli moaned softly.

Then Kara bent her head and licked
at Suli’s cunt. The girl tasted delicious, and Kara was thrilled at the thought
of making another woman come beneath her tongue. It was something she’d often
fantasized about.

As she licked at Suli’s delicate
pink folds, she reached out with one hand to fondle Aralan’s breasts. They were
plump yet firm beneath her fur, the nipples stiff nubs. Beneath Kara’s hand,
Aralan’s chest began to vibrate, and a soft rumble filled the air. The cat girl
was purring.

Kara buried her face in Suli’s
cunt, licking and sucking hungrily. The sweetness and perfume was intoxicating,
as if Kara was making love to a rose. Suli writhed and moaned under Kara’s
ministrations. Her honey flowed faster, and her inner petals fluttered.

Kara found Suli’s pearl and
explored it with her tongue. Unlike Kara’s round button, Suli’s pearl was
petaled, like a tiny carved flower. Kara sucked it into her mouth and caressed
every tiny petal with the tip of her tongue.

Suli let out a sharp cry, her body
bucking and all her petals opening and closing. Then she fell back, limp and
relaxed. Kara moved her mouth away, licking the last drops of honey from her
lips. Suli’s petals curled inward, like a flower which closes to a bud at
night, until all that was visible of her cunt was a ruby line between her legs.

“That was lovely,” sighed Suli.

“My turn,” said Aralan.

The cat girl pushed Kara down on
her back, pinned her chest with a sharp-clawed hand, and plunged her face into
Kara’s cunt. The roughness of Aralan’s tongue felt incredible against Kara’s
pearl, as did the velvety softness of the fur that caressed Kara’s inner
thighs. Kara tossed her head and moaned, reveling in it all. Her eyes squeezed
shut with ecstasy.

Wet heat closed over Kara’s left
breast, and dry coolness over her right. Kara opened her eyes. Suli was bent
over Kara, suckling at one breast while she caressed the other. The butterfly
girl’s other hand was working at Aralan’s furry cunt. Her beautiful pink wings
and antennae fluttered, sending down a sparkling shower of pink dust.

The scents of Aralan’s musk, Suli’s
perfume, and Kara’s own juices rose up. Kara felt drunk on sex and sensation.
She writhed and cried out mindlessly, never wanting the moment to end. But she
couldn’t long resist the heat building up inside of her. Aralan’s rough tongue
lapped hard at her pearl. Kara was helpless to stop her violent climax. She
cried out as her cunt spasmed around Aralan’s tongue, and her orgasm took her.

A moment later, Aralan cried out
with her own climax. Her fur puffed out, making Kara giggle, and then slowly
flattened back down. Then the slave girls and Kara lay cuddled together in a
languorous pile on the warm marble floor.

Suli sighed. “That was lovely. I
only wish we could have met under better circumstances.”

Kara had been waiting for this sort
of conversational opening. “As free people, you mean? We still could.”

Aralan fondly licked Kara’s face
with a swipe of her rasping tongue. “No one escapes from the palace of Wyrm.”

Kara shook her head. “My mate
Rhodar can work magic. If we could break him free, he could probably get us all
out of here. He’s in the dungeons.”

“We cannot get into the dungeons,”
said Suli regretfully.