The Noblewoman's Bargain with a Dragon (excerpt #1)

Emilia should’ve felt intimidated by his towering presence. As he approached her, she was once again made aware of just how much this ancient draconic being dwarfed her in size. And strength. He could snap her like a twig if he wanted to, and she knew it. And yet she was no longer afraid of him, and she knew he had no desire to hurt her.

He stood before the young noblewoman, his maw smiling warmly down at her. “Let us not pretend anymore. We both know why you are here, Bluebird,” his deep voice huskily intoned.

Emilia shivered, not out of trepidation but something else. “And…w- why am I here, Lord Xathias?”

He smiled, reaching a thumb down to stroke her cheek with one of his obsidian-colored claws. “To show gratitude.”

Her heart-rate kicked up a notch from the implications of his words. But he was right, damn it. She could deny it to herself all she wanted, but he was right. Xathias bringing her the head of one of the orc ringleaders had awoken something primal in her. And this growing attraction she had for this man, this dragon, could no longer be denied.

“There are many ways to show gratitude, my lord.”

“Hmm. True, there are many ways,” he replied. His thumb which was gently caressing her cheek traced its way across her plush lips. “But you have only one way in mind right now, do you not?”

Emilia gulped, realizing she was about to cross a point of no return. But she could not stop herself now. He’d done her a massive service, to herself, and to her husband. And it was only right that he received something in return. Not just to ensure his continued aid, but because she was growing tired of fighting her own desires for this seductive male.

“I …I would prefer you to say it.”

“Would you?” he asked with a grin spreading across his maw. “Ah, I see. You wish to be commanded.” His claw gently tilted her head up to look into his glowing amethyst-colored eyes. “I do wonder if Lord Lucien commands you this way as well.”

Emilia looked away, not wanting to think about Lucien in that moment, lest she be overcome with guilt. “Please. Don’t speak of him again. Not now. Just…tell me what I am to do. Please.” The last word was a whisper, but it was dripping with desperation.

“On your knees, Bluebird.”

Her breath hitched in her throat, followed by a sigh of relief. There was a time in which being commanded to do something so tawdry would’ve repulsed her, but now it had the opposite effect. Being told what to do by such a commanding male presence freed her of guilt and responsibility. A rational part of her brain knew that this was a lie that she was hiding behind - a way of justifying her own infidelity. And perhaps that better part of herself would come crashing back when all was said and done. But for now, she pushed that to the back of her mind and embraced her basest desires.

Emilia sank down onto her knees on the cold stone floor. She chewed her lip, unable to hide her own eagerness. Already she could feel herself grow moist between her legs, and she’d not even begun servicing him yet.

Xathias gently took her by the chin and inclined her head upward to stare up at his mischievous obsidian maw. Her eyes twinkled up at him with passion, ready for him to give her a second command.

“Take it in your hand, love.”

She nodded without another word, and her eyes turned downward between his legs. Her eyes widened as she beheld his virile draconic manhood up close for the first time. It was, to put it simply, immense. Xathias’ cock was an amethyst purple color that matched the coloring of his torso scales. And it was both longer and thicker than what she was used to, which was quite a feat considering her husband was above average by human standards. The length of the dragon’s cock was ribbed, and the ridges got more pronounced toward the base of his cock.

“It’s too big,” Emilia whispered, uttering the first thing that came to mind for her at that moment. “I…I don’t think I can fit it in my mouth.”

Xathias smiled, rubbing his clawed thumb over her chin and up to her soft lips. “Your lips and tongue will be more than enough, my dear. Whatever you are comfortable with.”

Emilia nodded and let out a sigh of relief laced with eager anticipation. She was happy he was not pushing her to do more than she was comfortable with. He once again defied her preconceived notions of the supposed bestial nature of a dragon.