Dragon's Song: Dragon's Queen

  Dragon’s Song: Dragon’s Queen

  Cameo Brown

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  Dragon’s Song: Dragon’s Queen

  Cameo Brown

  Emerson, who edits dragon fantasy when she’s not looking for the perfect mate in New York City, wants a man who can dominate her and fulfill her every fantasy. Unfortunately, that man is a dragon who wants nothing more than to complete his mission and leave the godforsaken city in the future where it belongs.

  Mojogan, a warrior dragon intent on finding his lost niece, comes through the time portal intent on not letting anything, or anyone, stand in his way. He doesn’t expect to find a sexy human woman who craves domination and responds so eagerly to his demands, and he certainly doesn’t expect to yearn for her submission.

  He’s determined to keep the dragon secret safe, and she’s determined to protect her heart. Only when they give in to their passion will they discover the key to fulfilling the prophecy that will ultimately decide the fate of the dragonkind.

  Chapter One

  Her essence invaded his soul the moment he passed through the portal, and he fell to his knees. The need to mate overwhelmed his instincts. His cock throbbed, the pulse of life lifting it against the hot flesh of his stomach.

  Mojogan crawled away from the red and gold banner bouncing against the window of the Chinese food-serving place, barely conscious of his urban surroundings. All he knew was he hated the city, any city, whether from his time or this one. He didn’t want to die here. He didn’t even want to be here, but duty called.

  He neared madness. Mojogan collapsed on the hard concrete and stroked himself, seeking relief from the desperate need to come. Something more powerful than he’d ever faced assaulted his senses. His fingers did nothing to alleviate the burning desire flowing through his limbs and wreaking havoc on his faculties.

  Giving up, he rolled over and pulled himself off the main thoroughfare. Huge waste containers dotted the narrow passage, its darkness punctuated every so often by a light strung here and there, offering comfortable camouflage. Mojogan leaned against the cold brick façade of the feeding place and gulped for air, his muddled thoughts racing. Perhaps a virulent plague now threatened the Time After.

  He’d crossed through the portal before, a number of times, but never with such results as this. Images of Isyndre drifted into the haze, and his heart flip-flopped. He had to find her, to bring her back to the dragonkind alive and well. He shuddered at the idea of such a young dragonling facing the ravages of this virus, or whatever it was. He had an understanding of the workings of nature; she had none.

  If the virus was fatal, he hoped she would at least die quickly and before any mature human could take advantage of her condition. There were those in this time who would do so, and this knowledge fed the acid already churning in his stomach. With all his strength, he slammed his fist into the pavement and bellowed, though it came out only as a determined rasp. By the gods, he would find Isyndre, dead or alive, and get her back where she belonged. Where he belonged.

  His groin ached. Isyndre faded into a dusky twilight as the feral need enveloped him once again and he struggled to stand.

  “Oh yeah, suck me off.” A man’s gruff voice interrupted Mojogan’s efforts.

  A muffled, feminine voice and the fragrance of human desire drew his attention. Mojogan stumbled forward, using the wall and waste containers for support. On the far side of the second filthy receptacle, he could just make out a short, muscular man, pants around his ankles, his back against the grimy wall. A woman on her knees worked on the man’s cock, licking it and sucking at it as if she couldn’t get enough.

  His hands yanked at her black hair, and she tightened her grip on his pale ass, taking him deep into her mouth. “Let me fuck your mouth, baby,” the man gasped, pulling the silky strands and thrusting himself into her.

  Mojogan watched, dazed, the cool evening air drying the sweat on his skin and sending a chill down his spine. The man stiffened and yelled and the woman expertly twisted and bounced along with him, never breaking their connection as he rode out his orgasm, his hips grinding into her face.

  Seconds later they both relaxed, and his flaccid cock plopped from her lips. He pulled up his pants and slid to the ground, laughing. She crawled into his lap and settled there. The pungent smell of sex tickled Mojogan’s nose and he inhaled as if it were oxygen. They still didn’t realize he watched them.

  “Your turn, princess. You want me to suck it, fuck it, or lick it?”

  The woman giggled. “Just get me off,” she cooed, and Mojogan’s prick nearly exploded.

  Unable to resist his desire any longer, he stepped forward, unsteady, and spoke. “Please.”

  The couple screamed in perfect sync. The woman scrambled to stand, but the man held her to him in a protective grip, his terrified gaze meeting Mojogan’s. “Leave us alone, dude. We don’t have any money and this get together is by invite only, understand? Beat it, weirdo.” The quiver in his voice belied his bravado.

  Mojogan nodded and tried to turn away, but faltered. He stopped to catch his breath and glanced at the woman. Her wide eyes gave her an innocent appearance one wouldn’t expect from someone who’d just given a male oral pleasure in the middle of a public place, albeit a secluded one. The man glared at him, eyeing him up and down. Suddenly, his expression changed, his slanted eyes growing as wide as his lover’s.

  As Mojogan watched, both of their gazes drifted to his erection, and he noticed the scent of the woman’s excitement increased. She licked her lips and a small smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.

  From the way she shifted in her lover’s lap, the man must have responded to the sight of Mojogan’s prick dripping in front of them too. In his time, Mojogan had his pick of women or men. He hoped his charms, or at least the size of his cock, had some value here. The man cleared his throat and whispered in the girl’s ear. She nodded at him and grinned at Mojogan.

  “I’m Joe and this is Molly. Consider this an invitation.”

  Mojogan nodded, and the two stood. “Any preferences, big guy?” Joe asked, pulling up Molly’s skirt to reveal she wore no undergarments.

  Mojogan shook his head. No words would come. His gaze fixed on Molly’s pussy as Joe pushed her forward. Molly gasped as Mojogan caught her in his arms and maneuvered her against the brick wall behind them. He lifted her leg to his hip and settled himself between her thighs. She moaned.

  Barely aware of the noises behind him, Mojogan felt between her legs for wetness. He might be out of his head, but he wasn’t a beast. No moisture meant a rough ride for her and him. Luckily, she dripped into his hand.

  Mojoga
n mounted Molly in seconds, thrusting his engorged cock into her hot, wet cunt. Her pussy spasmed at the sweet invasion and she rocked into him, pulling him deeper and deeper inside her. Her pussy clenched his shaft until he thought it would burst.

  A sudden awareness of fingertips caressing the flesh of his ass sent tingles straight to his cock as it slid through Molly’s slick folds. “I’ve got you covered, Dragon,” Joe whispered in Mojogan’s ear, and something hard touched his tightest hole.

  Intense longing replaced the shock of being recognized. Slowly, quietly, as Mojogan’s thrusts increased, Joe played with him, letting his warm prick slide up and down between Mojogan’s cheeks while he fondled his balls.

  Joe reached around and dipped his fingers into Molly’s wetness. He smeared it on Mojogan’s balls and drew the liquid warmth upward to center it around his anus. First one finger penetrated him, causing goosebumps on his hot skin, then another. On Mojogan’s next thrust, the tip of Joe’s cock entered him, and Mojogan nearly climaxed.

  The smaller man grunted. “Let me in, Dragon,” he coaxed. “I’m a friend.”

  Mojogan focused on the ripples of pleasure undulating through his cock, and relaxed. Joe shoved himself deeper, past the constricting muscles. Settling into a steady rhythm, Joe bounced with him as he bucked wildly, filling Mojogan from behind as he filled Molly from the front. In his frenzy, Mojogan bit her neck, tugging at the soft flesh with his teeth until Molly tensed and came, crying out Joe’s name. She continued to ride Mojogan’s hard length, milking him until everything went white.

  Mojogan’s orgasm blinded him. He bellowed as he spilled himself inside Molly, who clutched Joe’s arms as Mojogan lifted himself into her, holding on to the exquisite vibrations as long as he could. Joe chanted Molly’s name over and over until his jism exploded inside Mojogan, and he yelled something in a language Mojogan didn’t understand.

  A strange heat surged from Mojogan’s core, rippled through his limbs and tingled in his scalp. The pieces of his mind came crashing back together, stripped of the fiery haze of desire holding him hostage after he dropped through the portal. The world made sense again, at least, as much as it could.

  Mojogan released Molly’s leg, and she sagged into him, her head on his shoulder. With a tinkling of metal and swish of fabric, Joe stepped around them, pants in place, tight T-shirt tucked in, and arms outstretched. In an amazing show of strength, he swooped Molly up and settled her against his chest. Even in the dim light, Mojogan saw the flicker of adoration in Joe’s expression as he glanced down at the fuck-weary woman in his embrace. It lasted only an instant, but it had been there.

  Joe met Mojogan’s gaze. Ancient wisdom sparkled in the brown depths of his eyes, and Mojogan realized he stood before a descendant of the Kynasa, the people of the Forbidden City in the Warm Lands and the Keepers of the time portals.

  Mojogan dropped to one knee, bowing his head. “Keeper, you have the gratitude of the dragonkind. Anything you want is yours when I return next. You’ve assuaged the ravages of the virus and --”

  Molly’s coo interrupted him, and he lifted his head to find Joe had slung her over his shoulder. He tossed Mojogan a bag with a bundle of material in it, probably the clothing he would need to complete his mission. Usually, he had to retrieve it himself from the Keeper’s hiding place, but this wasn’t a usual mission.

  Joe turned and headed down the narrow passage, Molly’s giggles echoing off the dank walls. He glanced back only long enough to utter a warning. “There’s no virus, Dragon, but the prophecy’s been fulfilled. The portal will soon be destroyed. Find your queen, Dragon, before it’s too late.”

  Chapter Two

  Emerson opened her eyes and screamed. And screamed and screamed.

  Her bedmate, spurred on by her enthusiastic cries, humped harder, but his overzealous thrusts accomplished nothing more than ramming Emerson’s head into the wall behind her bed.

  She smacked at Camden, but trying to get his attention at this point in his orgasm proved useless. She’d have to wait until he came to his senses before she mentioned the dragon hovering above them, watching them with great interest.

  Camden collapsed on top of her, a silly grin on his face. “I didn’t know you liked it rough, baby.”

  Emerson grabbed Camden’s head and jerked it toward the menacing, golden creature staring at them, its bright emerald eyes shining. It lifted the front of its snout, exposing its creamy, jagged teeth as if trying to smile, then shook its head and snorted. Blue sparks bounced around in his nostrils.

  “Jesus Christ! Run, Emerson!” Camden screeched. He rolled off Emerson and ran out the bedroom door, his flaccid pecker flopping with each step. He didn’t look back to make sure she followed. Emerson lay there, propped on her elbows, naked and exposed, watching her date desert her, until the dragon snorted again. His hot breath tickled the few tiny hairs left on her mons. Emerson peeked out of the corner of her eye, terrified of what she might see.

  Then she got pissed. The perverted dinosaur wannabe stood hunched over, sniffing her pussy for all it was worth. It inhaled deeply, its eyes flashing, and a feral growl escaped its golden throat.

  “Oh, I don’t think so.”

  At the sound of her voice, the dragon turned its large, green orbs in her direction, capturing her in its intense gaze. Emerson glared back. She’d endured enough bad dates with humans, she sure as hell wasn’t about to put up with some lustful throwback from the Cretaceous period. She wasn’t that desperate. Yet.

  Emerson acted before she thought. Anger numbed her better senses -- anger at the lousy men in this lousy city; anger at her miserable dead-end editorial job; anger that the stupid dragon didn’t get there sooner and interrupt Camden’s pathetic amorous attempts; and anger at whatever deity thought it was funny to answer Emerson’s prayers for an adventurous sex partner with a horny lizard.

  Very fucking funny.

  Completely enraged, she reached forward and whapped the monstrous beast on the snout as hard as she could. “Get your fucking nose out of my snatch, you rapist crocodile!” she shouted, hoping someone in the building would hear her and call the cops. The dragon’s head snapped back and its eyes widened.

  Ha! She knew it. Pussy dragon.

  Then the creature’s eyes narrowed, and too late it occurred to her help might not be on the way. In this neighborhood, no one would call the cops for any reason, considering their hate-hate relationship with the local police. To say they engaged in illegal activities was an understatement. The only reason they might call for any kind of help would be if their marijuana stashes were in danger of going up in an inferno or their meth labs were about to explode. So Emerson adjusted her plea for assistance accordingly.

  “My pussy’s on fire! My pussy’s on fire!” she yelled, now fully committed to her cause. She hopped up on her bed, struggling for balance on the lumpy mattress, and with all her might, slammed her fist into the dragon’s jaw. Momentarily stunned, the dragon blinked once before its eyes turned black and its jaws opened wide.

  She didn’t have time to register the pain in her knuckles before its roar knocked her off balance and she stumbled, pinwheeling off the bed and landing with a thud on the hard floor.

  * * *

  Blast it all! What now? Never had a mission gone so wrong. First the problem with the portal, which he still didn’t understand, then the Keeper’s warning, and now this. By the gods!

  He’d tracked Isyndre’s scent to this building and followed it into the unlocked room. Hearing mating sounds, he feared the worst, but found only the whore -- the woman called Emerson -- and her customer in the bed chamber, making their transaction. Strangely, he reacted to her mating scent and a strong urge to pummel the lout rutting the young beauty coursed through him, transforming him immediately.

  Taking dragon form in the Time After usually held too much risk, but Mojogan had no control once he observed Emerson, her eyes squeezed shut like a frigid wife tolerating her husband’s sloppy humping. A woman
so beautiful shouldn’t be denied her passion, and he sensed, somehow, Emerson harbored a reserve of desire too deep for any regular man. How nice he wasn’t a regular man. His cock twitched.

  Mojogan rubbed his snout with the side of his talon as he peered around the bed. The maiden’s fist connecting with the hard scales hadn’t really caused any pain, but rather it stung his ego. No maiden had ever rejected his interest so soundly, loudly, or adamantly. Of course, who could blame the human? He was in dragon form, after all, and dragons weren’t known to carry money.

  A moan drifted up from the floor, and Mojogan scaled the bed in search of it. His girth proved too much for the cheap wood, and it crumbled beneath his huge haunches with a loud crunch. Examining the pile of debris under his feet, he shook his head. He’d seen better bedding in the brothels back in his time. Apparently, the whore-keeps in this modern city had no cares at all for the comfort of their women.

  He grunted in dismay. He hated this city. If not for Isyndre wandering through the portal, he’d be safe at home right now, serving the dragonkind or getting laid. Either suited him better than this. Blast, getting tail scrunge or having his balls drop off would suit him better.

  Footsteps thundered down the hallway. Probably the creep who’d been trying to ravage the lovely lying naked on the floor. Mojogan couldn’t help but notice her full breasts and tempting curves as she lay there, her essence wafting up and surrounding him. The stirrings of a strange desire ignited his libido, and his penis tapped at the bony plates protecting it, begging for release.

  Ignoring his cock and summoning all his energy, he willed himself back to human form and stripped. Taking great care, he positioned the woman on the crumpled bedding and crawled between her thighs. Her creamy, silky thighs. He had just enough time to pull her leg up to his waist and turn her face from the door, hiding her closed eyes, before it burst open.