Monster Hunter Conquest Collection #1 (3 page)

The
sudden sensation of something trailing at her legs made her glance
down, and she could see Vylanthe had brought his claws to the thick
leather of her pants. As before, with no effort, he managed to trace
the length of her thighs, slicing the material and somehow not
cutting open her skin. The humid air crawled over her flesh, the
clothing falling to the earth below. She was bare save for her
crimson panties, and she knew he could see the damp, soaked through
material easily enough. This knowledge made her pull her lower lip
between her teeth, emerald eyes darting to the side with shame.

“
Oh
my, you are indeed very excited, sweet girl.”

Shivering,
Siena dropped her gaze back, feeling his intense acid yellows on her
expression. Somehow, his reptilian smile seemed amused. More so, with
the way she could see his fangs, he seemed hungry.

The
tongue left her breasts, and with rising excitement and trepidation,
she knew where he was headed. On reflex, she tightened her legs
together, but it didn't seem to matter. That tongue was thin and
agile, and it slipped along her inner thighs with ease. The trail it
made over her silky skin made her squirm, and she felt her heart
thrumming, her breathing coming quick and sparse.

Once
more, the dragon inhaled loud, deeply; luxuriating in her scent. “Oh
yes, you smell so very nice. So eager.”

His
words made her groan, and she was worried she was losing herself in
his ministrations. This creature, the one she had planned to stalk
and kill for the glory, was making her crave it in such a sinful way.

Finally,
gentle as a breeze, the creature licked along the length of her slit,
the crease wet through her panties. It made her moan, and she bit her
tongue to try and control herself. It didn't seem to matter, Vylanthe
seemed to be reading her, every sound, every motion.

He
had declared she wanted this, and she believed he was correct.

Smoothly,
slow as sap, he tasted up and down the length of her pussy. Her hips
shifted, and she pushed her knees together, still trying to fight his
assault. Her body was fighting her back, but she was determined to
find some dignity in this.

As
if he had had enough of her trying to hide her gem from him, the dark
scaled tail slid down once more. It released her arms, but her relief
was short lived as it made a new path. Snaking down, the base circled
her waist tighter, and the tip drew behind. Forceful and firm, it
crawled along the cleft of her ass, through the junction of her
thighs, until the end of that appendage rested back on her hip in
front. The scaled rope was thick enough that it left her legs parted,
as if she was sitting intimately on a tree branch. The pressure of it
against her lower lips was erotic, not to mention the way it spread
her rear cheeks. The purpose was clear, though; she could not longer
close those slim legs.

The
dragon paused, lowering its eyes to stare intently, almost
clinically, at her quim. It made her sweat, and she gripped at the
tail where it wound about her waist, unsure what else to do.

“
How
lovely, the way your little button is pushing at the surface of this
little covering of yours. I believe it wants to come say hello, let's
help it along.”

“
Please,
no, stop this,” she breathed, but he didn't reply. One claw
flicked, and the edge of her panties split in two, falling open to
expose her juice slicked pussy to the beast's gaze.

The
cloth was pulled away fully, so she could feel the smooth, textured
scales of the tail resting on her nethers. Shaking, she covered her
mouth to muffle her moans. Vylanthe peered up at her, and seemed to
realize something. “I see, so you like that. Luckily, I'm a
very... giving dragon, despite the fact you were so ready to kill me
earlier.”

Siena
wanted to ask what he was saying, but he answered her quickly enough.
That tail, slippery and ridged, began sliding between her lips,
caressing her swollen clit as it went. Back and forth, the scales
bumped and prodded her nub, making her squeal in passion.

It
was glorious, and torturous at the same time. The Hunter didn't want
this, she felt this was wrong, yet her body was making the decisions
for her. The liquid sounds of her arousal and lust filled moans
floated in the air, following the curls of the smoke that still
loomed.

“
How
do you like this, my sweet girl, hm? Isn't it better than death, to
give in to your true desires?”

The
tail moved faster, sliding through her crease, and even teasing back
over her rear entrance a few times. Her thighs tensed, embracing
around the length of flesh, and she knew she couldn't hold back the
mounting flood.

His
tongue on her rock hard nipples did her in.

Screaming
into the wild forest, her voice arching into the air as her body
twisted in pleasure, the Monster Hunter came hard. The flood of
juices was audible, her head tossed back and her braid almost coming
loose. Lashes flitted onto her glowing cheeks, her ribs vibrating
with her gasps. The only thing she could see were the backs of her
eyelids, but her brain exploded with colors.

If
she expected him to be done with her, she was considerably wrong.

The
dragon lowered his tail, until the shocking coolness of the earth
under her back made her jump, eyes flying wide. The green, hazy orbs
peered around, trying to make sense of his next move. She was freed
from his grip, but her body was too exhausted, too dazed, to do
anything about it.

Watching,
thinking she must be confused, the shadow dragon seemed to be
shrinking before her. Lifting her brows, she realized she wasn't
wrong in her assumption; he was indeed getting smaller.

Seconds
later, there stood a figure that seemed a mixture of the man from
earlier, and the beast of moments ago. His eyes were the same dead
sun orbs, his mouth a coiling smile of ivory fangs. He wore no
clothing, his muscular chest black as night and shiny in places with
scales. He seemed human in size, ebony hair cascading down his
shoulders to mid back. When he flexed, coils under his flesh
twitching, she noticed he had a pair of wings extending from his
shoulder blades.

Most
of all, to her drawn eye, she noticed the appendage between his legs.

It
was thick, and unlike any cock she had ever laid her gaze on. Dark as
the rest of him, it seemed bedecked in hard scales at the tip, like
midnight jewels on firm flesh. The size made her quiver, in fear and
exhilaration; if he had stayed a dragon, how monstrous would his
member have been, she wondered?

“
Is
this pleasing to you, my little hunter?” His words were still a
treble, but they didn't shake the earth as they had before.

Licking
her lips, she tried to find her voice, but she could only nod her
head.

Once
she did, she chided herself mentally. Agreeing with him seemed a
terrible idea, but she couldn't deny the way the sight of his fine,
fit figure made her center beat; the tingling ache, her need so
fierce.

Like
liquid silver, he moved, until he was suddenly so close, his eyes
staring into her own with calm control. His fingers touched her jaw,
and she had a moment to note they felt like warm stone before he was
kissing her. The taste was like cinnamon and smoke, ashen and somehow
sweet. Unlike anything she ever knew, and strangely addictive.

Vylanthe
reached out, his fingers in her blonde hair, wrecking the last of the
braid so it fell in loose ringlets. He seemed oddly interested in the
soft strands, and she could feel the pleasure in his sudden, rumbling
growl. His teeth, sharp as blades, didn't cut her when he grazed them
on her tongue. Her tremble made him pause, his voice low in her ear.
“Calm, now. If I wanted to harm you, I would have already.”

It
was hard to deny, but it gave her little comfort.

His
strength pressed her back, and she considered that he seemed as
strong as when he was in his dragon form. The sensation of his
muscles, the mixture of soft skin and marble scales, made her part
her lips in a small coo. It felt amazing on her body, her rosebud
nipples crushing into his chest.

Unbidden,
she spread her knees, and only considered what she had done when she
felt the head of his scaled member at her sodden entrance. Emerald
eyes snapped open, and she pulled back to get away from his mouth.
The tight hold of his digits in her hair brought her back, and she
was unable to resist the dizzy inducing kiss. Light headed, she felt
her strength to fight going, and wondered how this was possible.

Had
be truly been right about her?

The
moment he rocked his hips, impaling the wide tip of his cock into her
hungry pussy, she found herself tensing in passion and fear. The
rough walls of his rod were slickened by her juice, making the
journey into her center easier. Still, the thickness of it stretched
her unlike anything she had ever experienced. It made her want to
pull away, and to drive him deeper. The confusion, the mix of
emotions, made her only wiggle instead.

It
seemed to excite him, for he thrust sharply the rest of the way into
her depths. Feeling him at his root, Siena gasped, tossing her head
back into the ground. The dragon-human hybrid lowered his lips to her
exposed throat, biting gently at her tender skin. It served to drive
her to higher heights, and she felt him pounding his length into her
core over and over.

The
ridges were amazing, and they made her squeal loudly, piercing the
forest with her own song. Unconsciously her hips were rolling,
pulling him in desperately, like she was one of the wild creatures
she prided herself on hunting.

The
only noise she could hear was her heart, rippling a staccato, and the
grunts of Vylanthe as he took her in that clearing. The prey she had
chased had turned the roles, and now she was the one being conquered.

If
she cared anymore, if her thoughts found this insulting or shameful,
she didn't indicate it. With an animilistic need, she ground her body
into his, golden skin on black scales, until with a tensing of every
muscle, she finally came. Squeezing his manhood, her pussy rippled,
embracing him in the most helpless of ways.

The
feeling seemed to drive him over the edge, for she felt him bite her
shoulder a bit too roughly. The sound of leather reached her, and in
the extra darkness that rolled over, she realized his wings had
flared open. A noise like a hiss, like rock crumbling beneath the
earth, and she was aware of his cock swelling inside of her. Pulsing,
the explosion of his seed was like lava, hot and thick.

Part
of her wondered if it would burn, but her fears went away when the
temperature stayed only on the verge of warm, pumping and filling her
to the brim with his cream.

The
sounds of lust and liquid slowed, and Siena could finally hear her
own thoughts over the rapid breathing. Sweat rolled down her cheek,
and she reached out to smooth a strand of her hair from her forehead.

Vylanthe
shuddered, before he inched back, removing himself luxuriantly slowly
from her nethers. That member glistened with their mixed juices, wet
as a rock at sea. The smile on his face was taunting, but she was too
far gone in her daze to truly care.

“
Well
then, I do believe you said I would be thanking you. I suppose you
weren't wrong, in the end.”

Graceful
as a dancer, he rose and flexed his wings, giving her a polite bow.

Siena
blinked, sitting up on her elbows and trying to arrange her mind, to
find the words to say. This situation, this whole event, was
impossible to grasp in its entirety. Before she could utter a word,
she watched as the hybrid creature shifted, morphing before her
stunned eyes.

Like
a storm cloud, black and unpredictable, the huge shadow dragon soon
remained crouched before her. Almost regal, it, too, gave a bow of
its massive head. When those wings arched, flapping in the clearing
that could barely hold them, the wind kicked up like a hurricane was
coming.