The Dragon's Virgin Bride (ePub)

The Dragon demanded a virgin bride. And not just anyone was acceptable. She had to be a princess. Cassandra was the King's youngest daughter, having just turned of age. She was grateful her older sister, Alexandra was unmarried, so would be the Dragon's Virgin Bride. See what happens to Cassandra when Alexandra betrays her sacred duties. What will the dragon do when he comes for his Virgin Bride? What will she do when he reveals his true desires?

Warning, this short story contains extremely explicit consensual sex between adults, sex with mythological creatures, and breeding.

* * * Only for 18+ adults * * *

Snippet:
He was indeed huge. The dragon had to be over a hundred feet from horny snout to the end of his whipping, barbed tail. He was golden colored, the scales on his belly almost white while the thicker, rougher looking scales on his back were a dark, dark gold color. His long, triangular head was covered in scary, sharp horns. More curved horns ran down his spine. He was different than the paintings and tapestries, in that he only had two legs instead of four. Where his front legs should be were incredible large wings. Batwings, Cassandra thought.

The dragon looked her over with big, yellow, slit-pupil eyes. His right wing reached out to her, a hooked horn at the very tip caught her gown right between her boobs. And he yanked her clothes down around her waist. Cassandra sucked in a sharp breath, shocked that the monster would want to see her naked breasts.

"Aaaiiee," she cried again, when he thrust his snout between her legs, and sucked in a powerful breath. Taking in her scent. Checking to ensure she was a virgin? Could he tell by scent? Then his snout rose up to her face, and he sucked in another breath. "Mercy!"

You are accepted, the dragon said, straight into her head. He did not speak aloud.

"Oh joy," she said.

Maybe, he said.

The dragon threw his head back and roared, a great torrent of intense fire shooting up a hundred feet. He shook his head, still roaring flames all around, but none touch the ground or any structures. Cassandra wasn't sure why she was grateful for that small mercy, since she doubted anyone cared about her terrible fate. The people would say prayers for her, but mostly thank the gods for the fact they had a virgin princess to sacrifice to the dragon.

Cassandra held her breath when one huge foot lifted and reached for her.

About the Author:
Cat Wilder has been writing SF and Fantasy under another pen name for years. For all of those years she wanted to really let it rip and tell some truly wild and wicked stories. The e-book revolution has given her the opportunity to tell her sexy stories. Cat is a lifelong Texan, from down around Houston, kind of Space Central for NASA. She's married with dogs.