Whisked away by a Wyvern E-Book

Alis Mitsy

• Herausgeber: Alis Mitsy
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2018

Beschreibung

The wyvern comes when he pleases, sweeping up the innocent women of her tribe and claimed woman alike for his nest, supposedly devouring them whole after their screams of terror begin to bore him. Sage, however, feels that something more is amiss and maybe, just maybe, one woman can do more for her tribe than all the hunters combined with spears at the ready. For the need of a dragon must be satisfied and who better than to convince the dragon not to snatch anyone else up than the most fearsome huntress, a woman worthy of the name? Her dark skin glows with health, layered finely over muscle honed from the hunt and art of survival, although she is, by far, no stranger to the ways of love. And she intends to use her knowledge to her advantage and more. Sage has a plan and the dragon has a few surprises coming his way...

Leseprobe

Whisked away by a Wyvern

Purity Offered so Her People May Survive

Alis Mitsy

This work is copyrighted under the pen name of Alis Mitsy as of 2018.

This story may be published under other pen names belonging to the author.

All acts and characters are works of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events is coincidental.

Sage’s heart leapt into her throat as she raced across the golden plains, spear in hand and long, coarse grass whipping her thighs as she flew by. Her long, black hair streamed out from her head like a sail heralding her progress as her dark skin, a rich brown, gleamed in the sunshine. She’d painted her face that morning – for what reason, only her heart could know – and the paint shone lovingly across her features, mimicking the look of war paint in crimson, orange and stark, challenging white.

The day was sunny, perhaps a little too sunny. She wouldn’t have minded a little rain, the wind whipping around her to plaster her hair wetly to her neck and shoulders, if only to escape from the burning sun. But that wasn’t for Sage to decide, the young woman clad only in a skirt and top, which was cut off to show her midriff, derived from the hide of a deer. It wasn’t as if she was cold anyway and, besides, she wouldn’t need her clothes for very much longer anyway.

It was not her day to die. But the fates would have had it another way if she had not taken such firm control of her own.

The shadow fell across her even before she heard his wing beats and she caught her breath, heart leaping into her throat. So soon? She hadn’t even reached the foothills and she’d thought –

But she never got to wonder just what she’d thought at that moment in time as a blast of air flung her forward, clean off her feet. She shrieked as she, momentarily, became airborne and braced for a crash landing that never came, snatched up in two massive claws and then lifted up and up and up, suddenly a passive character in the game of her own life. And, oh, she was playing that game oh so very dangerously.

Twisting about, she gasped at the looming dragon in whose claws she found herself, lungs too tight to call breath down her windpipe even as the beast hauled her to the skies above. She could not see him fully, though his bulk and mass clearly denoted that he was of the two-legged variant – a wyvern adorned in scales of the deepest emerald green. The shades flickered in both shadow and sunlight as if they themselves were actually alive and pulsing, though that could not be true.

She could not see the shape of the dragon’s head, not even as she finally managed to drag in a shuddering gasp of much-needed breath, but he did not care for her comfort as he curled his talons around her, cradling her in the cup of the deadly spikes. Whimpering, although she could not shift into a more comfortable position, not with so much distance between her and the sweet embrace of the ground so very far below, she clung to him with all the strength she had in her bones, recovering the best she could even as her heart leapt and thudded painfully.

He was what she wanted, every last bit of him. And she hadn’t even gotten to see him in all his glory yet, the drake rippling clearly with muscle as his wings powered him through the air. On and on he flew, the rise and fall of her body a little too much for her to chance looking down to admire the view, although part of her hoped that she would, later, become used to the sensation and relax into it a little more.

After all, she’d want to enjoy as much as she could with him.

Thankfully, the flight was a short one as they shot over the plains to the foothills and higher. She had wondered if he was going to cart her off into the mountains themselves but was thankfully spared the extended flight as he made, very pointedly, for a cave on a lower altitude than what she’d been expected.

Bracing herself for the landing, Sage pressed herself into the protective clasp and cup of his claws as he dropped her into the cave and beat his wings to roll her, buffeted by the blast of shaped air, into the abode that he seemed to call his own. Git dug into her palms and she forced herself up onto all fours, hair hanging down as if to shield her face from the horrors surely to come – although Sage yearned to see everything, absolutely everything and so very much more.

Gasping, she heaved for breath as it was knocked from her lungs, panting and clutching her ribcage, the dragon following her in with a more sedate, regal air. And then she could, finally, see him in all his divine glory, wings lightly spread to allow the lingering sunshine filter through the pale membranes, his head traditionally pointed as if he was designed for quick manoeuvres, every inch of his body screaming his agility with not a spare ounce of fat layering his bones.

She bit her lip as he approached, sealing back a moan beneath the fragile barrier as she rose to greet him.

Oh, he was divine. Her eyes raked his form adoringly over and over again as the dragon lifted his head high, looking her over carefully as if she was a cut of meat to be roasted over the fire. She supposed, to him, she was. Although perhaps not quite in the way that the dragon imagined.

Sage smirked. No, she had more than one trick up her sleeve for the beast. And she warranted that he was going to enjoy each and every last little thing she had in store for him oh so very much.

“Well, little human...” He crooned, tipping his head to the side as if he wanted to better inspect her from another angle. “It seems that you have made a grave mistake in venturing out onto the plains without one of your big, strong warriors to protect you. Look at where you’ve ended up...”