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Tarot The Sun: Dragonlord available now from Extasy books. When the Dragon lord Marcus goes in search of his old friend Antione, he finds the cottage destroyed, and no trace of the other dragon. Antoine is dead, and only his daughter is left to keep up his tradition of healing and wisdom. Unfortunately for him, Lia is a strong headed and determined smith, with no idea of her heritage. Marcus is determined to teach her everything she needs to know about being a dragon. In fact he is passionate to teach her, at the earliest opportunity.
Chapter 2
It was a surprisingly easy decision to leave the small village
where she had grown up. Too many bad memories overrode the good ones.
She had sent a message to Marcus at the tavern, and he had replied
that she be ready to leave within the hour.
So this was it, he approached the smithy and took a look at the
small bundle of clothing that she had to bring with her.
“Is that it, all that you want to
bring after a lifetime spent here?”
“Everything that I loved was
destroyed six years ago. I need only to clothe myself. I can work for
my keep wherever I go.”
“Fair enough. Well, this way, over
that hill there and then I can tell you where my home is.”
He began to walk at a brisk pace. She
shrugged and followed him, her small bag of possessions slung over her
shoulder.
Over the rise of the hill he stopped and looked about. With
only some stray sheep in the vicinity, he turned to face her.
“My home is several days away; we
will have to travel using the fastest means available to us.
Do you agree?”
“Of course, but shouldn’t
we have gotten horses before we left the village? It seems a little
silly to go back now.”
“I am afraid that horses would be a
hindrance to me. Please
stand back.”
With that he stretched his arms to the sky and began to grow,
getting larger and shifting his form, growing wings, a tail, and his
face elongating into a lizard-like snout. In a few moments she was
confronted with a fully-grown dragon, fourty-five feet long, nose to
tail.
And that was the fastest she had ever seen the local sheep
move.
He shook out his wings and dropped to the ground. He maneuvered
his foreleg into a step, and rotated his wing back so she could climb
up onto his neck.
After she closed her mouth, she gave a rueful grin, and stepped
forward to mount him. She positioned herself on his neck, on a
collapsed spinal ridge, and draped one leg on each side while grasping
the large spinal ridge in front of her.
When she had settled herself, she stroked his warm neck and
announced that she was ready. He took several long strides, and
launched them into the air. With every powerful down stroke of his
wings the spinal ridge rubbed against her most sensitive flesh, and
she realized that no matter how fast they reached their destination,
it was going to be a long trip.
Sometime in the afternoon, he
landed. She dismounted with his help, and tried to rub the stiffness
out of her legs while not meeting his eyes. Her body burned with the
arousal the gentle stimulus had caused, and she suspected that the
descent had been abnormally violent to stir her senses even further.
“Did you want something to eat? I
have a traveler’s
lunch that the tavern prepared for me.”
His voice was heavy with amusement, but she continued to rub her
buttocks with stiff hands.
“That sounds wonderful.”
She turned and froze in her tracks.
Standing twelve feet away from her was a very aroused male.
Marcus had glorious dark hair, beautiful dark eyes, and a body that
any blacksmith would envy. His clothing had hidden a wealth of
treasures, and she hadn’t even noticed. It must have been the
flight, or her exhaustion, or the face of an aroused male eyeing her
with lust, but she hadn’t imagined the body approaching her. Taut
muscles rippled over every inch of his frame, every inch.
His ten inch manhood stood out proudly, curving upward to his
belly, the physique of the dragonkind
marking every glorious inch with a prominent ridge.
“Maybe we should work out the
stiffness a little before you sit down,”
he said helpfully. “You
are obviously not accustomed to dragon riding.”
The wicked look in his eyes gave the statement a double meaning.
She watched him approach slowly, not wanting to frighten her,
and she arched into him as he placed his hands on top of hers on her
backside. His clever fingers began a gentle massage of the region,
which had the effect of pushing her leather-clad breasts against his
chest, and her hips against the very interested portion of his
anatomy. Her breathing deepened as her body began to accept the
contact.
She tilted her head back and groaned at the release of the
tight muscles, brought on by his competent hands. This was quickly
followed by a moan as her aroused body was reminded of that morning’s
ride. “Ah,
you mentioned lunch.”
It was a desperate attempt to regain control of the situation,
but the transformation of lust that she saw in his face was unnerving
her.
“Later.”
It came out as a snarl.
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