Page 14 of The Ruby Dragon Prince
I tore off my mask as I reached the edge of the magical light surrounding the island and tossed it aside. I was terrified that the bridge leading to our path home was too far away to reach before Rufus caught me, but another bridge rose up from the jewel-like water, helping me to escape.
A tiny voice of reason in the back of my head warned me I wasn’t thinking clearly. The best way to support my brothers was to find them within the pavilion and inform them of the conflicted feelings within me. That was the rational thing to do.
Instead, something deep and primal within me urged me to run. That aching pull seemed to know where I should go. It pushed me on as I almost tripped along the lakeshore, then scrambled on, taking a dim path that glowed red, like rubies were embedded just under the surface of the grass.
I couldn’t ever remember being so hot, even though I’d experienced heat so many times before. My body felt as though it were on fire and slick poured from my fluttering hole. I could feel it stretching and loosening, desperate to be impaled by an alpha cock, my alpha’s cock.
The hungry ache made my limbs heavy and my feet clumsy. I could scarcely draw breath as I pushed myself on. I had to stop, had to turn back and appeal to Rufus to spare me.
I stopped with a moan, sensing Rufus was near, that he’d followed me away from the island. His fiery scent seemed to envelop me, making the urge to strip and present myself to him so strong I nearly wept.
“I know,” I cried as I turned. “I know I cannot escape.”
He was there, just as I knew he would be, striding over the bridge that had appeared for me as if he had all the time in the world. He was so beautiful and appealing that slick gushed out of me like a fountain.
“No, you cannot escape,” Rufus said, his smile managing to be both predatory and sympathetic. “You are mine, love, and it is time you know me.”
I exhaled with confusion before gasping for breath as Rufus began to change before my eyes. He seemed to grow taller, his body thickening and his legs extending. His face elongated as he grew, and when I saw the long, scaly tail push out behind him, I screamed.
Within seconds, instead of my beautiful Rufus standing in front of me, there was a towering, glittering, ruby-red dragon. He unfurled his leather-like wings and stretched his arms like he was proud of his shape and preening.
When he emitted a long plume of fire into the air, like a victory cry or a mating call, I screamed and turned to run once more. I was surprised that my legs could carry me as I darted for the safety of the trees, my mind racing and tumbling with the impossible thing I’d just seen.
The trees zipped past me and the cool of their verdant life felt like a harsh contrast to the fire inside of me. Because even though seeing Rufus transform into a dragon was terrifying, I still wanted him. My body was in complete disagreement with my head and my sense of reality.
Run! I had to run. If I didn’t run for all I was worth now, I might never run again.
But even though I had my brothers and the fate of our kingdom in mind, the racing of my heart and the pulsing need of my womb were excited by the chase. There was only one way it could end, I knew, and as images of all the ways Rufus might take me flashed through my mind, like the begemmed branches of the trees glittering as I pushed them aside and dashed on, that however brave I thought I was, I would submit to him.
I was beginning to flag when one of the vines creeping along the forest floor seemed to snatch at my feet, tripping me. Igrunted as I fell, then twisted to look up and behind me as Rufus’s scent grew stronger with alarming speed.
And then there he was. My eyes went wide as I let out a terrified cry. His huge, iridescent, ruby-red shape came thundering down from the deep purple sky and the vibrant green treetops, leathery wings furled.
He landed hard enough to shake the ground only a few yards away from me, then stalked toward me with surprising agility for his size. I knew from the desire in his eyes that he was as excited by the chase as I was.
“Did you think you could get away from me, my sweet?” he asked, his voice booming through the forest. “I can smell you for miles, my ripe omega.”
I tried to get away, but my body trembled and my hole fluttered with desire. The need to be mated was so strong that I rubbed my backside against the grass to stimulate sensation around my hole. As soon as I realized what I was doing, I moaned and tried again to flee, but was too late. Rufus was already over me.
“Oh, no, my gem,” he purred, tracing one clawed finger down the front of my dancing costume, splitting it wide open as though with the finest, sharpest knife ever known. “There is no point in running. You are mine now, and I intend to thoroughly claim you.”
“What…who are you?” I panted, despite knowing the answer.
I glanced down briefly as my tunic fell open, exposing my pale skin and pink, pert nipples. Rufus liked what he saw so much that he made a deep, aroused, growling sound as he studied my body instead of answering.
He wanted more, and with surprising deftness and care, he dragged his claws over my breeches and down my legs.
As if doing his bidding, my clothes dutifully slipped away from my skin, falling to the grass around me and leaving mynaked body fully exposed to him. There had to be magic in the way I’d suddenly gone from clothed to naked in only a few seconds, but I would think about that later. In the moment, all I could think about was Rufus the dragon stretched overtop of me, though he seemed to have diminished in size, but not form, until he was only twice as big as me instead of thirty times.
His scales were mere inches from my body, tempting them with their warmth. I wanted to know what they felt like against my heat-sensitive skin. I wanted to know what they tasted like. I wanted to know what a dragon’s cock looked like and what it felt like thrusting deep and hard in me.
The urge to mate, to be bred, was so strong that I moaned with desire and helplessness. I thrust my hips up, my own cock rigid as it lay against my belly, desperate to offer myself as the dragon’s prey.
“You are ripe, my sweet,” Rufus growled. “You want it desperately.”
He raked his claws down my torso possessively, brushing my nipples and sending pleasure through me so acutely that I almost came, despite my fear. Perhaps because of it.
His claws became his hand again by the time it neared my dripping cock, and when I blinked and looked above me, Rufus was a man once more.
