YSSS Chapter 4: Dragon Lust Books, a misc. books fanfic

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Dragon's Lust by Savannah Reardon

Determined to avenge the deaths of her father and brothers, Kiana slips into the dragon Ranehz's lair with the intent to kill...and instead becomes his own. The dragon's brand drives Kiana mad with desire, and she soon discovers she's unable to resist him - more so in his handsome human form.

Lonely Ranehz has longed for a companion, and when Kiana enters his lair he can't believe his good fortune. Yet, once his branding wears off will she run or grow to love him for who he is?

Dragon's Heir (Collection) by Sierra Dafoe

Djarera. The dragon planet. A world of passion and politics where the Southerlins, hereditary rulers of the dragon kingdom, struggle to maintain peace among the hot-blooded clans...

For decades, the two most powerful dragon clans have been at each other's throats over one very important question: who will get to marry the Dragon Queen's daughter? Determined to end their feuding, Melgara sends the two young princes to Earth where her daughter has grown up in hiding, ignorant of who she is.

But when two sexy, shapeshifting dragons start vying for her affections, Lara Southerlin finds herself in a wholly unexpected predicament. On the one hand there's Darrek Hausther, dangerous and dominant and darkly handsome. On the other, there's the red-headed Rand Aurorea, strong and sweet-tempered and willing to defend her to the death. The one who wins Lara's heart will be heir to the throne -- while the other will be banished forever.

Or will he? With the appearance of the charismatic rebel Zendar, life becomes even more complicated. And when Melgara herself goes unexpectedly into khef, the dragon mating frenzy, a new contender for the throne arises, threatening the survival of all four clans.

Publisher's note: This collection contains six previously released novellas -- The Dragon's Daughter, Dragon's Heir, Dragon's Desire, Dravidian, The Dragon Prince, and Double Dragon. Files may exceed 1MB in some formats.

About A Dragon by G.A. Aiken

Can a powerless witch find happiness with an arrogant, impatient dragon? If the dragon has his way, she sure as hell will.

Book 2 in the award-winning Dragon Kin series!

Talaith's life has never been easy. A goddess has forced her into servitude. Her husband despises her. And all those in her tiny village fear her. But just when she doesn't think her life can get any worse, she's pulled from her bed one morning to be burned at the stake for being a witch. What she never counted on was a terrifying silver dragon deciding to rescue her.

Briec the Mighty didn't really know what to do with a human female. Especially this one. Chatty and a bit of a complainer, he doesn't understand why she can't simply admit to herself that she wants him. Who wouldn't? He was Briec the Mighty after all. Females fought to spend the night in his arms. But this one tiny woman with her many secrets and her annoying habit of referring to him as "arrogant" has turned his simple dragon life upside down.

Dragon Star by Stephanie Burke

Tempting and teasing, Dragons oh so pleasing! Or are they?

Dragons, shape shifters, Oh My!

Left to die in the searing heat of the desert floor, a sacrifice to the scavengers that inhabit its sandy depths, the nameless female struggled to save her own life. As a foundling, she had always done so. When she turned down the son of the leader of her village, she found herself cast to the vicious Scabs and their never-ending hunger. But then something came to her aid!
A large talking lizard with more attitude than brains was there, carrying her off to a strange new world inhabited by the Dragonish. Now she was the future mate of a strange man, a submissive for breeding purposes, a desired and treasured female, and the forth in an all male family quad that just didn't make sense to her.

But when instincts take over and mating fever burns bright, who can resist being the Dragon's Star?

Excerpt:
"You have to take her, Brother," Zol shook his head, compassion in his gaze as he stared at the female. "There is no pain, save egg laying, that compares to this pain."
"No," she managed to gasp, understating what the two men were speaking of. "No taking."
"The pain will continue to grow…" Zol insisted.
"No!" she screamed, letting out all of her frustrations and fears and pain in the shout. "No taking!"
"This pain will consume you!" Zen glared at the female, his manner becoming knowing and aloof.
"And what do you know of it?" she managed, her teeth gritted, her eyes narrowed into slits, her breath panting as she struggled to retain some dignity.
"I know, female, because I too have been through the mating anguish. I know because it took weeks for Father to find me. And I know because I too fought against my destiny. You need not suffer needlessly. Go to your mate with a willing heart and when we are all joined, we will create such beautiful children."
"Joined?" she gasped as Zen began to stroke her hair and rub her lower back. His contact was amazingly, making the pain ease.
"Does she not know anything?" Zol asked, looking in amazement at his brother.
"She was not reared with her caregivers. I found her not far from a human settlement." Zen spoke softly as she slipped his hand beneath the curtain that still, miracle that it was, remained on her body.
She started to complain, but the skin-to-skin contact was easing the pain more, and he was only touching her back. She relaxed a bit, unknowingly moving deeper into his warm caress.
"Joined?"

Dragon's Mate by Beth Caudill

Lady Karee Wilmore is about to me married, to a prince no less. Yet she is unhappy; all her life she has dreamed of being a dragon's mate. She is resigned to her match with Prince Marcus until circumstances land her kidnapped by an Air Dragon. Will all her dreams come true on the cusp of her wedding?

Dragon's Song: The Dragon's Queen by 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, comes through the time portal intent on not letting anything, or anyone, stand in the way of finding his lost niece. 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 Dragon Kind.

Excerpt:

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."

Dragon's Song: Nioral's Quest by Cameo Brown

Nioral, healer dragon of the Kilsh Brood, spends his days collecting roots, mixing potions, and having human sex with as many women as possible. The evidence of the human females' desire produces strong medicine for the dragon kind, and Nioral is determined to pay back his broodmates for taking him in when his own brood, the Lynial, was wiped out during the Great Change. The gods are sometimes unkind, though, and Nioral, genetically coded to only know desire when he finds his bonding partner, feels nothing when he mates and believes he will spend his life alone, the last of the Lynial line.

However, a trip into the forest changes Nioral's life forever when he rescues Merigone, a bewitched beauty injured while trying to escape greedy villagers and the advances of Fudalon, the amorous King of Snakes. A healer herself, Merigone awakens in Nioral a deep passion such as he's never known, and he finds himself torn between keeping the dragon secret and loving the only woman he's ever truly wanted.

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The solace of the forest never failed to ease Nioral's troubled thoughts, and today he needed the forest's respite. It had been a busy morning, but that didn't bother him. It was just a part of his job. No, today, though he seldom heard them, the voices of his long dead ancestors sang in his ears, chanting songs of long ago conquests and tragedy, of lives lost and loves found, as he trudged through the forest.

Mayhap he sensed some great change in the forest, a birth or death coming to one of its denizens. Sensing change was a gift of the healer kind, though sometimes the gift did little good. Nioral learned that terrible lesson long ago: while he could foretell change, he could do nothing to stop it. Good or bad, he could do little else but watch it shape the lives of those around him.

Such a change he had predicted for his commanding officer, Reiz, when they set off to find Reval, Reiz's younger brother and second in line to the throne of the Kilsh Brood. Not only did they restore Reval to his family, but Reiz found his bonding mate in the lovely Sahwen, now his queen. More than likely, their bonding ceremony and the coming birth of their first offspring had his humors out of balance.

While he loved them both dearly and would die for either, his being ached at the constant knowledge he represented the last of the Lynial Brood, the rest of whom disappeared when the earth shook, the mountains spewed fire, and the rivers overflowed during the Great Change.

Ah, the Great Change. How odd he could predict only tragedy for himself, yet joy for others, he mused, picking a bright red blossom from its place at the base of the willan bush. Willan blossoms cured dragon's talon ache and enhanced scale thickness and rigidity if crushed and properly worked into a paste.

A purple petal caught his eye next. Well -- the beautiful snapflower. Good for aiding digestion and soothing heat rash around the nostrils. Quite a find! He dug it out with his teeth, careful to not damage the roots. He could never get enough snapflowers to keep up with the demand.

Finally, too tired to hear even the voices of his ancestors chanting in his ears anymore, Nioral ambled to his favorite gypsilius tree and plopped down. He rolled over on his side, curling his tail between his immense thighs and situating his scales just so. His legs comfortably adjusted, he set his head on his front legs and let his mind drift far, far away.

Unfortunately, his mind didn't drift quite far enough. Images of his brood kin flashed through his mind. Glittering brown scales like his own carried aloft by massive wings filled his dreams. Red fire, orange fire, yellow fire. Blue flames. Nioral craved the warmth of his family. They appeared quite happy in his dream, but they all bellowed at him. He couldn't understand their sounds, though they grew louder and louder. And louder.

And louder.

Nioral woke with a jolt and a snort. The noise in his dreams now interrupted his waking as well. Someone yelling, human words as much as he could make out, shook the leaves above him. One drifted down, floating past his snout, and he watched it mix with the underbrush on the forest floor, which, to his surprise, moved. Nioral blinked, unsure if his drowsiness caused an illusion or if the floor of the forest had just come alive. Fascinating.

"Get it! Those eyes alone will make us rich!"

"The silver skin will make us kings!"

Yes, Nioral thought, definitely humans. From the spiritual etchings in the vocal emanations and their harsh words, he determined they were greedy young ones at that. Nioral harrumphed. He wondered if they realized waking a sleeping dragon couldn't possibly be in their best interests. He doubted it. They would soon figure it out, though, when they crashed through the trees into the clearing in just about ten seconds.

Nioral rose up and shook himself out to his full dragon glory. He didn't particularly like terrorizing humans, but in this case, it needed to be done. He counted silently in his head: seven, six, five…

"Please help me," came a small whimper, seemingly from nowhere.

Nioral started. His countdown interrupted, he searched the area for the source of the feeble plea. The leaf litter at his feet moved slightly, just where he thought he'd seen movement moments before. As he watched, the shiny silver head of an adder appeared, the little bit of sunlight streaming through the forest glimmering off its scaly skin with blinding intensity. Even more unusual were its eyes, the consistency and shape of the finest sapphire gemstones.

Nioral peered into the deep blue stones, and a strange sensation immediately raged through his groin. Stunned, he stumbled back, recoiling at the unfamiliar -- dare he call it? -- urge.

The snake gasped now. "I -- I won't hurt you, Sir Dragon. I just need… need," it choked on the last couple of words, "… your help."