I tried to write porn, I really did, but the characters got the better of me again. It also turned a bit Beauty and the Beast-esque, which isn't a surprise. I write that on accident all the time. This one is a Shifter story, which I don't write a lot of. It will appeal to a more mainstream reader than "Battle."
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Plot: In the town of Paradise everything is perfect, thanks to the magic of a dragon. Every year the town must pay tribute in the form of gold, jewels, and a daughter of the town. Fiona's perfect life is a bore--void of adventure and love. At first being taken captive by the dragon is terrifying, but once he establishes that he has no intention of eating her, she begins to warm to the idea of being his bride.
18+ fantasy erotica. m/f, shifter. 6,000 words.
Excerpt:
Massive gold chandeliers lit the
room. Cold blue fire burned giving off light but no heat
emitted from the fireplace spanning an entire wall. Dinner was laid out on a long
table. This was it. He was going to eat her now.
Instead he pulled out a chair
and motioned for her to sit. “Please. Eat.”
On shaking legs Fiona sat down. Looking up, the dragon was even more enormous
than before. “What will you have?” he
asked, and she stared as he started serving her himself, ham, pheasant, fresh
vegetables and fruit, flaky fish perfectly prepared.
“Where does it all come from?”
she asked.
“Why, the taxes of course. You
didn't think I just sat up here on a pile of gold and virgins, did you?”
That was exactly what she
thought, but she found herself too ravenous to think for much longer. She ate every food he put in front of her and
had two glasses of very fine wine. The dragon watched her eat, but did not
partake himself. “You are going to
eat me!” she accused when she noticed this.
“You seem quite set on this
notion. I cannot eat food in this form,” he informed her. “In fact, it has been
quite difficult to remain in it for this long.”
She blinked. For a moment she
had forgotten he was a beast and not a man at all. “What do you really look
like?” she asked, knowing she would regret it.
The dragon stood up and stepped
away from the table. He spread his great wings out wide and his shape began to
grow. Human skin disappeared beneath
shiny black scales in iridescent purple and gold. The dragon fell to his knees with a great
groan that became a roar. His wings
wrapped around his body and he began to writhe.
Gone was the beautiful human
face, hands, legs. When he rose from the floor he was all beast, twice as large
as before. “My true form,” he said, his
voice unchanged. “My name is Ithel.”
Fiona scrambled from her chair
in a panic. He was too large, too frightening. A man was a man, but
this...creature...was more than she could have been prepared for. She backed up
before turning and rushing for the exit. But the dragon--Ithel--was fast, so
fast. He moved to block the exit, stretching his full height. His scales glittered in the firelight, his
claws shined like black glass. “You
cannot run from me,” he said. “Those who do, die.”
Her legs were weak from fear;
only sheer will forced her to remain standing. “You kill them?”
“Mostly they fall. There is no
easy path down the mountain.”
“What are you going to do to
me?”
“I have lived in this palace for
a thousand years almost always alone, save for my own magic. Every year I bring back a girl from Paradise.
You call her a sacrifice, and I let you because it is important for the balance
of power to remain intact.
“You think you are a sacrifice.
In my eyes, you are my bride.”
