Spark of Desire (The Dragon's Virgin Tribute) Read Online Free Page A

do that," Inaeth continued. "I am the strongest. I fought for the right to rule; for the right to claim the tribute. My offspring will rule our race. Our offspring," he corrected. "And if you serve me well, I will take care of you, and protect you."
    He looped her hair around his fist again, not hurting but firmly pulling. A warning. "Do you understand?"
    Faith tilted her chin higher and forced herself to meet his eyes. "Yes."
    He made his satisfied rumbling sound. "Good."
    He stood up straight, still holding onto the length of her hair. His erect member was right in front of her. She could see it throb slightly in time with his rushing pulse.
    He enjoys my suffering , Faith thought. Then a further realization: It arouses him.
    "Now," Inaeth said, laying his free hand on her shoulder. She could feel the heat of his skin; the dragon blood rushing through his veins. " Please me."
    She looked up at his face, uncomprehending.
    As if in answer, he slowly pushed her head forward, until his erect cock was almost touching her lips. "Lick." was all he said.
    Trembling, Faith put one hand on the ground for balance. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth. Her tongue quickly found his skin. It was hot and tasted slightly of smoke. As she trailed her tongue over the swollen head, she found a droplet of moisture, and this was salty.
    When he purred in approval, she glanced up at him, and saw that he had his eyes closed and his head relaxed back, as though savoring her touch.
    It was not so bad, touching him... not threatening in the least, really. She wondered how it felt for him - how sensitive he was.
    Experimentally she raised a hand, wrapped her fingers around his member. Her hand looked small, her fingers barely able to close around it. She could feel its throbbing under her hand.
    Slowly, she angled his shaft so she could lick the underside, watching Inaeth's reaction. When he smiled and let out a deep satisfied breath, she repeated the action.
    As she explored with her tongue, she curiously watched him, quickly learning what seemed to feel good. When she took him into her mouth, closing her lips wetly around his shaft and using her tongue to circle around the head, he moaned.
    Another thrill went through her body, and Faith suddenly realized how wet she was between the legs.
    Her sex throbbed as if in answer to her thoughts. She squeezed her thighs together and closed her eyes briefly, taking Inaeth's cock further into her mouth. I must serve him . She concentrated on doing so, in order to avoid further thinking.
    She had to open her mouth wide, stretching her lips to accommodate his girth. And she couldn't manage his full length, only taking a few inches into her mouth. So she used her hand on his shaft - firmly pumping it in her fist while she sucked up and down, pleased when he let out a deep moan.
    Never in her life had Faith imagined such a thing, She knew how sex worked - the technicality of it at least - but no one ever mentioned doing it for pleasure . She thought of the way Inaeth's dragon tongue had felt, licking her, exploring her. Did it feel as good for him, when she did it?
    He was breathing heavily. His hand rested on the back of her head, guiding her in her rhythm. Every time she varied her movements - faster, slower - from licking to sucking, he made sounds of pleasure that sent thrills of arousal through her.
    As she relaxed, Faith's hand wandered, exploring his fine patch of silvery hair, and down to the heavy sack beneath. Gently, she stroked the underside, feeling the soft skin. When Inaeth shifted and moaned, she closed her hand over it and gently cupped it.
    He made a strangled sound, and tightened his hand in her hair. For a moment she thought she'd displeased him, but he only began to push her head harder and faster. He began to thrust in time with her movements, and she had to relax her mouth and throat to accommodate him.
    She looked up, watching his face. His brow was furrowed as if in intense