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  THE DRAGON'S VIRGIN BRIDE

  (A Reluctant Virgin Monster Breeding Story)

  By

  Cat Wilder

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  PUBLISHED BY:

  Smokin' Hot Press

  Copyright 2013 by Cat Wilder

  Cover design by A. D. Cooper.

  This is a work of fiction. The names, characters, and locations within either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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  The Dragon's Virgin Bride

  (A Reluctant Virgin Monster Breeding Story)

  The palace was cool and quiet in the predawn hours. Everyone was so solemn. So sad. It was not a happy occasion. Really, just a once in a lifetime event, and not every generation had to deal with it.

  Dragons were rare, but terribly dangerous.

  "It's getting dangerously close to sunrise," Grand Visor Tiro whispered.

  Cassandra glanced at her elder sister's closed door. Princess Alexandra was the Chosen One. It was her unfortunate fate to be the king's eldest virgin daughter when a dragon appeared. Dragons only showed up for one reason: a virgin sacrifice. At sunrise Alexandra would be sacrificed to the dragon. Technically, she'd be given to the dragon. They tried to make it sound almost palatable by calling the sacrificed girl the "Dragon's Virgin Bride."

  "I heard there is a problem," Chloe whispered. "What will we do if there is no sacrifice? The dragon will destroy the kingdom."

  The Grand Visor glanced at Cassandra.

  "Don’t worry, child," he said. "There will be a sacrifice."

  Cassandra's eyes widened. A cold chill slithered up her spine. She'd just turned of age that past week. Her parents were looking for a suitable husband among the kingdom's friendly neighbors. She had her whole life ahead of her. And besides, Alexandra's wedding was cancelled so she could be sacrificed to the Dragon instead, so Cassandra would likely be married to handsome Prince Hiero instead of Alexandra. She would be a Queen on day.

  There wasn't anything Alexandra could do about it, right?

  Her sister's door opened, and Alexandra shuffled out, head down, and long dark hair tousled. Cassandra sighed in relief, seeing her wearing a pure white gown. She was ready to be sacrificed, and seemed to be accepting her fate far better than the days leading up to that moment. The High Priestess, her grim-faced parents, and Lord Nisos came out after them, his clothes in complete disarray.

  Cassandra glanced at her elder sister, noticing a tiny smile starting to curl the corners of her lips. Alexandra raised her eye, giving Cassandra a viciously satisfied look. The younger sister's heart thundered in her ears.

  "No," Cassandra whispered. She glanced at Nisos, looking ashamed and just as tousled as her sister. "Please, no."

  "I regret to inform you, that Princess Alexandra has chosen to dishonor herself and forsake her sacred duty," High Priestess Dirce said. "She has seduced Lord Nisos into her vile scheme, and they have successfully rendered her unfit to be the Dragon's Virgin Bride."

  Everyone turned to Cassandra. All air rushed from her lungs. Her world was spinning out of control. She wanted to scream, to cry, to run away. Men seized her arms.

  "I'm sorry, Cassie," her father, King Stolos, said. "You have to replace Alexandra. We have no other choice."

  He looked angrily at Alexandra, but it was no consolation for Cassandra. The deed was done, and her fate was sealed by her own sister's betrayal. A bitter way to go to a bitter death.

  "No, no, no," Cassandra cried, tears flowing. "Alexa! Why? Why?"

  "I didn't want to die," she said, now starting to show a little shame. "I'm sorry, but I just couldn't do it."

  The men started pulling Cassandra backwards. She struggled in their grasps, all of her attention on her older sister. Alexandra was started to look pleased with herself again.

  "You have no problem condemning me to death?"

  Alexandra shrugged, and then wagged her brows. "Better you than me."

  "Father! Mother!" she cried. "Please, don't do this. I don't want to die!"

  "We have no choice," King Stolos said, unable to look at her. "Take her to Dragon's Tower."

  Cassandra stopped struggling after they got her into the long, dark corridor. It wasn't doing her any good. So she walked within the circle of armed and armored soldiers. The only sounds in the predawn castle were the heavy tread of the soldiers, the jangling of their armor, and Cassandra's occasional sniffs.

  Her family and the courtiers all followed quietly behind, at a distance.

  Since she was already wearing a loose white linen gown, by tradition, she didn't have to change. It occurred to her that this probably wasn’t the first time an elder sister betrayed her duties and her younger sister by seducing a man to deflower her the night before being sacrificed, so now, by tradition, the younger sisters also wore sacrificial gowns. As backup.

  I should've let Lord Leonidas have me last night. The gods gave me a chance to save myself, and I didn't see it, Cassandra thought. The middle-aged nobleman was a wretched man, deep in his cups at the time. He would've been exiled for deflowering the princess. She would never even consider laying with him, except to save her life. Of course, no one's checking to ensure I'm a virgin. They're probably afraid what they'll find, after what Alexandra did.

  The beautiful young princess considered claiming her virtue was gone, but the High Priestess would check. She didn't like the High Priestess, and really, really didn't want that woman touching her that way. Especially since she was a virgin, and those claims would just delay the inevitable by a few minutes.

  The mean old bitch would probably check me right in front of the guards, she thought.

  The Dragon's Tower was only used for storage and to sacrifice virgin princesses atop it. Since its main purpose was so loathsome, so shameful, no one wanted to stay in any of its lavish rooms. So it was used to store anything and everything.

  Once they reached the tower, Cassandra's parents, sister, and the other assembled courtiers all said their good-byes, and left. The princess said nothing to them, and just stared at them sullenly. She knew they would return to the residential tower and watch from atop it. The guards and High Priestess remained with her, and they immediately started up the stone stairs.

  The tower was the tallest on the castle. Cassandra's legs felt all rubbery by the time they ascended the spiral stairs to the top. And she froze upon reaching the top and stepping out into the cool wind. It was her first time up there. The guards again seized her arms and dragged her across the flagstones. She struggled, shaking her head vigorously to no avail. Her butt was almost touching the floor by the time they reached the sacrificial stake in the center of the round tower.

  Her arms were forced up and bronze manacles locked around her slender wrists. The High Priestess said a prayer over her struggling body, then turned toward the Barbarian Lands to the east. Cassandra couldn't understand anything she was saying, had never heard that language before, but understood she was calling the dragon
in, to claim his Virgin Bride.

  High Priestess Dirce finally turned and looked her over. She didn't look happy or sad, just resolved.

  "Die well, little princess," she said. "This is what you were born for, but know that your sacrifice will save thousands of lives and the kingdom."

  "I feel much better now," Cassandra said, through clenched teeth. "I'm so glad you have a reason to murder me, O Noble Murderer."

  "Hhmmmm," Dirce said, giving her a cold dismissive look.

  With that the High Priestess marched away. She would watch from the Residential Tower with the royal family. All but two of the guards left with her.

  "What, are you afraid I'll escape?" she sneered.

  "Yes," one soldier said. "It has happened twice before."

  "Really?" she said, renewing her efforts to pull her hands through those tight manacles. Knowing it was possible gave her hope. Of course, she knew the two men guarding her wouldn't allow her to escape, but it was all she had. "Hey, do you want me? You can have me. I'll do anything you want. I'll marry the man that deflowers me. Promise. My father will make you a lord."

  "Your father will have us drawn and quartered," one of the guards said. "Not even a princess is worth that."

  "Ah, it's sunrise," the other guard said. "The Dragon usually arrives shortly after sunrise."

  Cassandra knew that. She didn't appreciate being reminded of it. Since there hadn't been a Dragon in any of their lifetimes, the last being about one hundred and three years ago, everyone in the castle was gathered together and the High Priestess told them all of the legends and lore. So she knew the dragon wouldn't eat her atop the tower. He had magic, so would release her from the chains and fly away with her. Never to be seen or heard from again.

  As the sun rose into a clear blue sky, Cassandra was bathed in its warm glory. She averted her eyes, but tried to squint into the sunrise in search of her fate. Her doom. The pretty princess didn't have long to wait.

  "The gods of doom and despair have claimed me," Cassandra whispered.

  At first the dragon was little more that a smudge, a break in the rising sun's bright rays. He flew fast and straight towards them. Cassandra's insides turned cold, seeing how fast he approached.

  "He must really be hungry," she muttered, tears starting to flow.

  "Good-bye, Princess Cassandra," one of the guards said. There were so many, she'd never bothered to learn any of their names. They came and went so fast. "I'll miss watching you walk by, with your hair and boobs bouncing, and that sweet round ass swinging."

  Princess Cassandra was left alone, bound to the stake, to face the dragon all by herself. She watched the dragon's approach, mostly out of morbid fascination. Death itself was coming for her.

  "Please, if there are any gods that care about me at all, please let my death be quick and painless," she said. "Don't let me suffer. Please."

  The dragon grew and grew in size. He was much larger than she anticipated. Then as he reached the castle, he dropped suddenly from view before swooping up to perch upon the battlements before her.

  "Aaiiee!" she cried, unable to move or even think.

  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. His talons terrified her. She half expected to be disemboweled and eaten right there. When those wicked talons wrapped around her body, and lifted her off her feet, Cassandra’s eyes went wide in horror as his wings spread.

  “Gods, my arms are going to be ripped off!”

  Funny, the dragon said.

  His vast wings beat down powerfully, and at the same time the bronze cuffs around her wrists snapped open. Cassandra’s insides felt like they rushed into her legs, as she was lifted straight up faster than she thought possible. In an eyeblink they were a hundred feet above the castle. Then two hundred. Her ears ached and popped. Her stomach flipped and flopped, and her bladder emptied.

  “Aaagghhh!” she cried, borne up, up, up and away.

  Hush, woman, the dragon said into her head. As he banked hard and headed east, he looked down at her. You are very beautiful.

  “Yeah, pretty enough to eat, right?” she said, looking into his eyes sullenly.

  Perhaps, he said. Perhaps pretty enough for something else.

  A slimy pink penis unsheathed above her. Cassandra cried out, but couldn’t stop staring at it. It was beyond huge. His cock was as long as she was tall and as thick as her thigh. Maybe thicker.

  “There’s no way! It’s bigger than me!”

  I bet you say that to all the dragons, he said, and chuckled in her head when she gasped.

  Cassandra watched his cock retreat back into its scaly sheath. Then unsheathe again, and again. Finally, she looked away, believing the dragon was just trying to freak her out. He was doing a good job of it, but she was determined to not give him any more sadistic pleasure.

  After a while the dragon seemed to lose interest in her. She smiled, gaining a small victory. He didn’t seem about to land anytime soon, so the princess watched the earth pass below. She saw plains, mountains, and vast river valleys she knew little or nothing about. They flew over a great city around noon, and she wondered if they had to sacrifice a virgin princess to sate the dragon’s appetite. Then, as the day began to draw to a close, they approached a great mountain range she’d never heard about.

  Home, the dragon said.

  “How far away from my home are we?”

  One day’s flight, he said. But this is your new home. So the answer is almost there.

  “Ah, you think you’re funny, don’t you?” she said.

  Only if you laugh, he said.

  “Do you always play with your food before eating it?” she sneered.

  Play? You want to play? He said. Let us play.

  Cassandra tensed. “Play? What does that mean? How are we going to play?”

  Her eyes went straight to his penis, still sheathed. She watched it breathlessly a moment, but it stayed where it was at. She started to relax.

  Naughty girl, the dragon said. I like how your mind works.

  “Bastard,” she muttered.

  The dragon began an ascent instead of descent. Cassandra bit her lip, squirming. Was this some dragon game? He said home was the mountains, but he was going up instead of down into them. She was afraid to ask, because he might tell her. The princess was pretty sure she wasn’t going to like the ans
wer.

  The dragon did a big loop, his wings moved straight back, and he dived straight down. Cassandra cried out, and then screamed her head off as they rushed towards the middle of those tall, dark mountains at lightning speed. Mountains so high they were covered in snow despite it being midsummer.

  The dragon shifted his wings slightly, guiding himself in that fierce dive. Cassandra watched, wondering if it would be better to be crushed on the rocks or eaten alive. She decided the rocks were better.

  As they closed with the unmerciful ground Cassandra saw it. An opening. A huge cave, easily big enough for the dragon to enter. He was still diving at breakneck speed, though. How fast could he stop? Was he going to stop?

  Yes! he cried in her mind.

  And darkness engulfed her as they streaked into the cave. He breathed fire straight down, lighting up the cave as they continued flying through that twisting, turning corridor of sharp rock. No longer going straight down, the dragon was losing speed rapidly. They began to descend towards the floor as they slowed down. Just seconds before hitting the floor, they burst out into an open area. Dim sunlight slanted down from above.

  “Oh!” she cried.

  The dragon spread his wings, and came to a one leg hopping stop.

  That was fun, he said, and placed her on the ground. Wasn’t sure we’d make it for a moment.

  “Thanks. I feel much better now,” she said. She dropped to one knee. Her legs were too weak to support her. Her stomach wasn’t very happy either. “I think my ears are going to explode.”

  Yawn. That’ll relieve the pressure, he said.

  Cassandra slanted a doubtful look at him, but she opened her mouth wide. Her ears popped. She kept it up until they popped again and again, and finally the painful pressure was all gone.

  “I say, you are a helpful monster,” she said, watching him warily as she pulled her gown back up to cover her breasts.

  Least I can do for my new bride, he said.

  “Yeah, the very least,” she said. “If you really want to be helpful, let me go unharmed.”