Tabitha, thank you so much for having me on your blog with my Naughty Fairytale, The Dragon in the Stone, which is an erotic twist on Beauty and the Beast.
I always say I find inspiration in all sorts of places and this story is no exception.
The idea first came to me during a walk with my kids last summer. As we were meandering past the stream in one of our local parks, my ten year old daughter piped up.
“Look mummy, that’s the stone that looks like a dragon.”
She pointed toward a rock formation that made up one side. Now, I’ll be honest I didn’t see a dragon, just rock, lol, but she was adamant it was a dragon. As were the other kids, when they looked.
So, it got me thinking about this girl who sees the dragon in the stone. The idea was born, and when the lovely Rhonda in my reader Group, The RavDor Chicks asked me to write dragon story… the rest is history as they say. J
The Dragon in the Stone was my NaNoWriMo effort last year, and you know with the awesome Gary Taylor as my visual inspiration for Lord Drorgan, my fingers flew.
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Not only did I win NaNoWriMo, but I had the story submitted and accepted by the end of November, something of a record for me, I tell you. And that was with me wanting to bash Dorgan’s and Rhonda’s heads together, at time. They’re as stubborn as each other, and I was beginning to despair that they ever would get it together. When they do… well, he’s a dragon and things get HAWT in an entirely different way.
I loved writing these two, and I hope my readers will too.
Penance needs to be paid come what may…
Several Centuries ago Drorgan was cursed into stone. Every twenty five years he is given one night and one day to find the woman willing to accept him in both forms.
It’s the price to pay for his past behavior.
As a lost, lonely little girl Rhonda Butterbaugh was rescued by the dragon in the stone and she has never forgotten her fierce protector. It sparked her fascination with all things dragon. If only they were real. There are no such things as fairytales, however.
When she is attacked on her way home, and wakes up in a cursed magic castle, complete with a fierce dragon shifting lord, her life takes a turn for the surreal.
Determined to break the curse and rescue Drorgan and his kin, she hasn’t counted on Drorgan’s resistance.
Dragons aren’t supposed to be noble.
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She’d have that cute crease between her brows, screw up her nose and stick her tongue out as she concentrated on her task. Thoughts of her tongue sweeping across her lips, and her teeth no doubt sinking into the soft flesh, made his morning wood turn to stone. Without even thinking about his actions he took his rock hard dick in hand and stroked lazily up and down the shaft, while his hungry gaze roamed over the curve of her ass. The fire flared to life, rendering her shift transparent, and he fisted his erection faster, seeing the darkened cleft of her ass cheeks.
His dragon roared to life with the need to claim his woman, and Rhonda gasped and whipped around to face him. While the action hid her far too enticing ass from his view, it exposed her heavy breasts. The nipples hardened under his intense stare, and he could clearly make out the darker color of the surrounding areola through the fabric covering. It made his mouth water with the need to taste, as did the restless way his girl shifted from foot to foot. The increasing wetness he sensed between her legs wrenched a growl from him, and the most delightful blush spread over Rhonda’s pale skin.
Her breathing sped up and her pupils dilated, and she’d taken several involuntary steps toward him before she realized what she was doing. Shaking her head she frowned as though surprised at her actions, and Drorgan grinned. The fact that she responded like that to him without any coercion on his part spoke volumes of their connection.
Magda’s instructions rang in his ears, and despite his misgivings he couldn’t have put a stop to what was happening between them, if his life depended on it. It might be utterly selfish of him, but he was tired of fighting what he felt for the woman in front of him. He was so damn tired of being alone, and Rhonda was a grown woman, not a child. She’d had countless opportunities to flee, to reject him, and not once had she done so, so maybe he just needed to accept this … whatever this would turn out to be and go with it.
The future was his for the taking again, and God help him, he wanted Rhonda in that future, as his mate, his wife, and God willing one day the mother of his children.
Her whispered words shook him out his self-examining thoughts, and kicking the rest of the sheets off, he let go of his dick, and put his hands behind his head in a silent invitation.
“Very awake in more ways than one, my little dragon, and in need of your attention.”
He smirked when she gasped and let her gaze roam all over his naked body. The way she was eating him alive with her eyes, the way her breathing grew laborious, and her heart rate kicked into overdrive … it made his cock jerk. Her gaze snared on that body part, and she licked her lips. Right now in this moment it was the most erotic sight ever, and Drorgan wished with all his might that those lips were wrapped around his shaft.
“Don’t let me stop you. Keep on walking over here, little dragon, and take what you so clearly want.”
He held out his hand to her, and Rhonda gave one of those cock hardening little mewls, that told him how turned on she was.
“I thought we were going to talk about…” His dragon snarled his impatience, and she blanched, even as her sweet musk intensified. She sank her teeth into her bottom lip, wrapped her arms around herself, and her toes curled under as her thighs flexed.
“We can talk if you want to, or I can take care of that ache in your cunt, while I fuck your mouth with my cock.” A strangled sound escaped his girl, and sitting up, Drorgan swung his legs off the side of the bed. He took a firm grasp of his cock and started to fist himself. Drops of his pre-cum appeared on the hugely swollen head of his dick, and he hissed his pleasure through his teeth as he swiped his thumb through the sticky evidence of his arousal and used the natural lubrication to slap his hand up and down his cock.
Pleasure built instantly from the base of his spine, and he grunted his approval when Rhonda’s hand strayed to her cunt.
“Yes, fuck yourself on your fingers for me. Take that blasted shift off, and let me see how wet you are. How much your cunt is aching for my cock, and if you’re a very good girl you might even get to taste it soon.”
“God, yes.” Her strangled whisper reached his hearing over the roaring of his own blood, and he increased the motion of his hand on his cock, as she fumbled with the ribbon holding her shift together.
“So fucking beautiful.” He grunted the words, as her shift fell to the floor, and leaned forward better to see the flushed skin on display for him. “Fondle your breasts and spread your legs, so that I can see my cunt. That’s my girl.”
Flames licked across his skin as his dragon went wild, seeing Rhonda comply with his wishes so beautifully. Breaths seesawing out of her lungs she tugged on the tips of her pink nipples, until they elongated and hardened further. Her pussy lips opened as she spread her legs, revealing the darker tissues contained within. Drenched in her juices, her inner lips quivered and her little hole clenched, pushing more of her arousal down the inside of her thighs.
“You’re so fucking wet for me, girl. Tell me do you still want to talk, or shall I show you what it means to be my mate?”
“It’s been three days. Surely she ought to be allowed to wake up now.” Drorgan leaned against the door frame to his bedchamber, and scowled at the hive of activity in what once had been his sanctuary.
Servants were carrying buckets of water up to his antechamber where a hollowed out stone served as a bathing chamber, and Magda was hovering around the pale woman in his bed like a mother hen.
“I told you she will, when she is ready, hence we’re getting a bath ready for her. Stop glaring and make yourself useful and heat that water. I think she’s coming ‘round.”
Sure enough a cock-hardening moan came from the woman in his bed, and Drorgan couldn’t tear his gaze away from the sight of her stretching like a cat. It made the sheet slip, exposing one creamy shoulder. The thin night rail Magda had procured for their guest did little to hide her assets from view, and Drorgan swallowed a groan of his own.
Magda shook his head at him, and taking the hint, he stalked off to the little chamber now bathed in sunlight. The servants scuttled away, having deposited the last bucket of water, and Drorgan stuck his hand into the bath, allowing his dragon’s fire to transfer to the liquid.
The murmur of female voices carrying through the heavy stone walls made his shoulder blades itch. He couldn’t quite hear the woman’s replies as the water bubbled up at the point of boiling, obscuring his hearing, but he sensed her approach.
Dorgan had just enough time to pull his hand out of the bathtub before he heard the soft gasp behind him, and he crunched his jaw in disgust. That’s what he got for caring. He should have stayed away, far away, but no matter how hard he tried, his dragon had insisted time and time again to seek out the woman slumbering in his bed.
The only rest Drorgan had managed to get had been curled up in the overstuffed chair by the fire. Close enough to her to keep an eye on her, yet far away enough to not give into the temptation to touch her pale skin, or to slip in under the covers with her, when she had thrashed about in her sleep, mumbling unintelligible sounds. More than once she had murmured his name in that throaty voice of hers. It had meant sleep had eluded him completely. She must have picked it up from the servant’s chatter around her sleeping form when they came to tidy the room during the day, because she couldn’t know who he was.
Drorgan always made sure he was well away in the morning, though he knew Magda, at least, would have noticed his presence. No matter how much he ruffled up the bedcovers in one of the guest rooms, one sniff with Magda’s dragon enhanced senses would have told her he hadn’t slept in that bed since the night it had been made.
Which no doubt explained why he felt so out of sorts. Nothing he did soothed the churning in his gut, nothing bar sitting and watching over the sleeping beauty.
And beautiful she most certainly was, even with the bruises marring her skin.
“Rhonda, really, you need to take it easy.” Magda’s voice held a hint of humor as though she found this whole situation highly amusing, whereas Drorgan doubted his hearing. Had his old nursemaid just called the woman Rhonda?
The tentative touch of slender fingertips on his shoulder made him freeze. It couldn’t be.
“It seems Rhonda here knows you, Drorgan.”
He shook his head and forced a denial past his lips.
Another soft gasp brought with it Rhonda’s scent, and he balled his hands into fists when she stepped so close that the weight of her breasts rested against his back. Predictably his cock took that as an invitation and roared to life with a speed that left him rather lightheaded, as all his blood shot south.
“The water is ready. I must go.”
Magda’s voice in his head made him spin round. He had every intention of sidestepping the wide eyed woman now in front of him, but Rhonda swayed as though she was going to fall, and he grasped her round the waist to steady her. The action meant that the entire length of her delectable curves molded against his body, and there was no way on earth she would miss how much he wanted her. Sure enough her toffee colored eyes widened a fraction, the pupils dilating, and it took every ounce of willpower Drorgan possessed to not reach out and pull her in with his magi. To claim the sweet lips, to taste her, to take what her body offered, and damn the consequences.
However, that’s how he had ended up in this living nightmare that was his existence in the first place, and if this woman really was the sweet little Rhonda he’d spent that memorable night with, then he needed to stay far away from her.
Turning his head to the left on purpose he exposed his scar to the sunlight streaming into the room, and Rhonda stiffened.
There, that should put her off for good. Just like she had done as a child, this woman surprised him, however. She wriggled to bring her hand up, until her fingertips traced the scar. The innocent action left his skin on fire, and he shut his eyes to stop one of his senses at least.
“Thank you for saving me, Drorgan.” Her whispered words forced his eyes open, and he swallowed hard when his gaze connected with hers. “I never got a chance to say that as a child. It bothered me.”
“You said it plenty to the stone.”
Rhonda smiled up at him, and, fuck him if her smile didn’t light up the room, and make his dragon want to curl up at her feet. Why wasn’t she afraid of him, dammit? She was supposed to be horrified, not look up at him as though the sun rose and set in his eyes.
“You could hear me?” she asked.
Drorgan grunted in answer, earning himself a snide remark in his head from Magda, who was watching his interaction with Rhonda with a satisfied grin on her face.
“He isn’t normally this shy in talking, Rhonda.”
Drorgan glared at Magda over Rhonda’s head, and a giggle escaped the woman in his arms. Belatedly he realized he was still holding onto her far too tightly, and stepping away he extricated himself, while holding onto her elbow and steering her toward he bath tub.
“Like I said I have somewhere to be. The water should be at the right temperature now.”
With those words he took off as though the hounds of hell were after him.
Doris is a writer of sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, Time Travel, Sci-fi, BDSM, F/F, M/M, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.
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