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  There was a long, heartbreaking pause, before. “Yes! Yes I am!”

  Jessica let out a sigh of relief. “Okay.” She breathed. “Okay, but I’m stuck. You have to go find someone to help me.”

  “No, I can-“

  “Ben!” she snapped. “I am stuck between about a billion branches and trees. You are not going to be able to get through this yourself. Go get help.” She ordered.

  There was another pause, during which Jessica imagined he was mulling over the idea of leaving her there without anyone to keep her company or make sure she stayed safe. She decided to crack a joke in order to urge him on. “Seriously, I’ll be fine. I’ve got some cigarettes and a lighter.”

  “Okay,” he reluctantly yelled back. “But don’t worry, I’ll be back as soon as possible.” He replied.

  Jessica listened to the sound of him leaving as she began to pace back and forth. Now that the earthquake had ceased the normal sounds of the forest resumed. She could hear birds calling, snakes slithering and the leaves rustling from the movements of countless insects. She did not think of the fact that there were going to be animals when she encouraged Benjamin to leave her completely alone. Yet, now that it was too late, the sound of nature happening around her, all but drove her insane. Just when she thought she would scream out in frustration, she decided to take a seat and about a million deep breaths.

  When that wasn’t working she took out a pack of cigarettes and inhaled until she had smoked so many, she could barely keep her eyes open…

  Chapter Five

  Jessica’s eyes flickered open to the sound of the wood in front of her being moved around. She immediately sat up, countless cigarette butts sliding off of her cargo pants. The forest had gone eerily silent again and she feared it might have just been because there was about to be another earthquake. Her brow furrowed as her stomach began to flutter nervously. If there was another earthquake, it would up set the ground even more and there would be no guarantee that Benjamin would be able to find his way back to her. The wood continued to move, the sound of it echoing throughout the silent air, but the ground did no begin to tremble.

  Jessica pressed her back against the trunk that walled her in, staying as far away from the moving wood as possible, and murmured. “Ben?”

  No one responded. She huffed out a deep sigh, her heart pounding against her chest and thin, reactionary tears of fear streaming down her cheeks. She was stuck in the middle of nowhere and now she was sure that a tiger was investing the effort to get through all of that wood just so that it could eat her alive. “Is anyone there?” she asked in a whimpering voice.

  Just then, the final piece of trunk, lurched violently away from her, the wedge opening a space between her little nature-made cage and the rest of the forest. Yet, it wasn’t Benjamin, or the tiger that she had been expecting. It was a man.

  Her eyes went wide. “Am I dreaming?” she whispered as she found herself standing face to face with one man. He was tall; almost seven feet and impossibly burley. He was like a giant, his taught, tanned skin, somehow glistening in the high afternoon sun. He looked more like a bronze statue than a human being as he stepped through the small walk-way that he had made with his bare hands, and approached her.

  He shook his head. “There are no dreams here.”

  Jessica found herself mesmerized by him. She gazed into his violet eyes, her heart fluttering in her chest. “What are you?” she asked.

  “Did they not tell you of me?” he asked.

  She shook her head.

  At this, his chest expanded as he sucked in a deep breath so harsh that the leaves began to rustle because of it. Then, a roar escaped his lips, echoing out into the air as, right before Jessica’s eyes, two scaled wings forged their way out of his back and towered above his head, becoming almost as tall as the centuries-old trees. “Oh my God. This isn’t real. You’re not real.” She breathed.

  He smirked as he approached her, his fanning wings dragging behind him. “I think you’re beautiful too.” With that, his eyes flashed an even deeper purple.

  Jessica gasped. She felt a warm, wetness in between her legs, almost out of nowhere. Although he kept walking towards her, she willed him to stop because she wasn’t sure if she would be able to control herself if he actually propositioned himself.

  But he did not.

  “You saved me.” She breathed. She held her hand out in front of her, as if to tell him to stop walking and stay where he was. He took that as the opposite message.

  He continued to approach her. “You were too beautiful to resist.” He replied as he took her hand in his.

  She felt every hair on the face of her body stand on end as he wrapped his fingers around her hand. He pressed his body against hers. She could feel the heat of his skin seeping through her clothes. “You’re so hot.” She hissed as she tilted her head up and into him, her very base desire begging him to kiss her.

  He chuckled, the insidious sound somehow managing to make her even more excited.

  She shuddered as he pressed his lips against hers, her skin crawling at the sensation. She couldn’t believe this was happening, but she didn’t care anymore. After all, the man did say that there was no such thing as dreams there. He ripped her cargo pants off in one, swift movement, gracefully taking each of her thighs in his hands and lifting her so that she was straddling him.

  She sighed, living the fact that she was now literally five feet in the air and at eye level with him. He thrust his tongue into her mouth, banging her against the wood until she had countless scratches, glorious scratches all over her back. He then gracefully laid her onto the soft mud, unbuttoning her sleeveless top and flinging it over her shoulder. She looked up at him, a smile lifting the edges of her lips at the sight of how amazingly massive he was. He sat up for a short moment allowing her to see his manhood, longer than any she had ever laid as eyes on.

  She grunted as he penetrated her, the pleasure fanning all the way up to her lungs and all the way down to her toes. She screeched screams of ecstasy as he rammed himself into her, her hot breath showering her. She opened her eyes, gasping, at the fact that all the wood around her had caught flame. His hot breath was fire.

  She screamed, half in fear and half in exhilaration as he continued to breathe fire.

  She was having sex with the dragon god himself.

  No sooner had that thought crossed her mind, than she began to climax, the sensation reverberating throughout her entire body. She clutched his arms, moaning as she lost all understanding of direction or sense of self.

  As soon as she came down, an impossible wave of fatigue washed over her. She could no longer hold her eyes open. “Thank you.” She heard him say. “You have been most accommodating.”

  “Wait,” she murmured, but when she opened her eyes, he was gone.

  ***

  She finally awoke to the sound of Benjamin calling her name. “I’m here. I’m safe.” She breathed, but when she sat up she saw that she all her clothing had been restored.

  Benjamin stopped. “What the hell happened here?”

  Jessica opened her mouth to respond, to explain everything that had happened, but something told her that they would never believe her.

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  DRAGON’S BABE

  Chapter 1

  Kate had not always been the type of woman who loved herself. She had always been categorized as ‘plus sized’ and that was on a good day. On a bad day she was just fat. Her weight had always been a point of contention ever since she was a small girl. There had never been a time that Kate could remember feeling confident.

  School had been a horrendous experience. She grew up in a small town in Tennessee, full of people who had way too much money and no sense to invest it. Their sons and daughters were dressed in the best clothes money could buy and they all seemed to be thin. In Fran
klin there was a certain type of person who was welcome and a certain type who wasn’t. Kate fell into the second group of people.

  She was part Native American, so her skin always had a healthy tan to it but not the same kind of tan as the other girls. She was short with too much padding in her hips and ass. She had an ample chest but it didn’t make up for the extra weight everywhere else. Not even her sky blue eyes distracted people from her weight.

  As a result, she found herself eating to curb the pain. Food was her comfort. Her parents were both from the south and in the south, the dinner table was a safe place where families gathered and enjoyed each other's company. She had always equated eating with happiness. So, when she was sad or depressed, she ate.

  It was a vicious cycle that didn’t seem to have an end. She wanted to be thin and pretty like all the girls in her school and even though she was an absolutely beautiful girl with shining black hair, she could never see herself as beautiful. She’d gotten her mother’s hair and eyes and her father’s cheek bones and complexion. Her parents often told her she could have been a model but she didn’t think it was true. How could someone her size be a model?

  Kate kept her head down out of fear of being made fun of. She didn’t speak up and she just kept her nose in her books. She had a few friends but they were all outcasts too. Her best friend was a girl named Maddy. Maddy was a little weird. She like Japanese cartoons and always wore black. They had different interests but they cared deeply for each other. Maddy and Kate would never leave each other’s sides even when college came around.

  Since they were never welcomed at parties or anything in the social sphere, Maddy and Kate graduated at the top of their class and the world became their oyster. They managed to get into one of the best schools in Tennessee and they got to go together.

  Kate had come to terms with the fact that she was going to be the fat girl for the rest of her life. That’s who she was going to be known as. She wasn’t okay with it but she’d accepted it. She had tried to change her body for so long and without results that she’d just given up. How was college going to be any different than high school?

  Then everything changed.

  A perfect storm of events change Kate’s life forever. In an attempt to be social, Kate ended up going to an expo for new students. It was a collection of all the clubs in the school. She had wandered through all of the tables and wasn’t having any luck until she stumbled on a group of girls who were putting together a burlesque club. She had never heard of burlesque before and the girls explained that it was a type of entertainment that involved taking your clothes off. She was surprised that the girl explaining this to here was even bigger than herself.

  Kate was hesitant to join but seeing that there were other plus sized girls in the club made her curious. Would people really come and watch ‘fat’ girls take their clothes off? Turns out, the answer was yes. She joined the club and it turned her into an entirely new person.

  All of her insecurities went out the window every time she performed. She became one of the top performers in the club and started performing in nightclubs around the state. She had gone to college with the aims of being an English major but she knew that this is what she wanted to do with her life.

  The newly found self confidence helped her kick her bad eating habits and also put her in a strict exercise routine. She was never going to be small, and she didn’t want to be. She no longer envied the skinny blonde girls. She was the one the skinny blonde girls envied and it felt more amazing than she could have described.

  Kate got her degree but continued becoming better and better at burlesque. She was getting paid for her performances now and was starting her own line of burlesque outfits. By the time she graduated she had her own company and was performing for pay on a regular basis.

  She wanted something more steady though. Kate was making plenty of money but she wanted a home base. Somewhere people would come to watch her perform. She loved Nashville and she didn’t want to leave it so she was looking local.

  After a few failed contracts she was sitting in her breakfast nook one morning, drinking her coffee and reading the newspaper. Her eyes happened to scan over an advert for a new club opening up. It was in the heart of downtown and was called Draca. It was a weird name but the owners were advertising for entertainers.

  She jumped on their website to make sure they weren’t a strip club before shooting an email to the owners as well as a video sample of one of her performances. She received a response within an hour and she couldn’t help but be pleased with herself.

  The email was offering her an interview at the club that very night. They also requested that she bring an outfit so that they could see her perform in person. She smirked a little and sent an email back.

  You got it, hon.

  XOXO,

  Kate.

  Chapter 2

  A tall, dark handsome man was seated in the office of his new club. An equally handsome man was relaxing in a chaise on the other side of the room. He had a cigarette in his mouth but it wasn’t lit.

  The man behind the desk glanced at the man with the smoke and sighed “Don’t you dare light that thing, Marcus.”

  Marcus cocked one thick, perfectly groomed brow and chuckled, speaking with a bit of an accent “What are you going to do about it, Jean?” His voice had a teasing tone but there was also a bit of a challenge there as well.

  That was the problem with having two alpha males running a business. Even though they were friends, there was always the threat of a challenge. Club Draca was owned by Jean Bertrand and Marcus Mancini and while they ran the business together they played very different roles. Jean was more of the business man. He handled things like taxes and legalities while Marcus was often responsible for more social things like marketing and overseeing the activities that went on in the club.

  Having separate jobs kept them from ripping each other’s heads off but conflict couldn’t always be avoided, especially given their...fiery tendencies. Both men were of European descent and both were dragons. Of course that seemed impossible but so does keeping nightclubs open for more than a year.

  Jean’s eyes flashed golden for a moment before returning to their normal hazel color, the only sign of the gold that remained was the flecks in the green iris. He seemed to bristle for a moment before relaxing “Stop trying to start fights and put the damn thing away. We have an appointment in a few minutes, anyway.” He said, closing out of the spreadsheet on his computer.

  “Who’s coming?” Marcus asked, turning his head and watching as Jean came over and snatched cigarette from between his lips, tossing it into the trash.

  “A young woman named Kate Winchester. She’s a dancer.”

  Marcus grinned and sat up, waggling his eyebrows a little “A dancer, you say?”

  “A burlesque dancer. She’s going to be our main entertainer so don’t get any ideas. I don’t need you chasing another girl away.” He said firmly.

  They had traveled together for well over three hundred years, going from place to place. They were never able to settle in for very long, seeing as someone always found out who they really were. Dragons got a bad wrap. They had never been out to hurt anyone but they always seemed to get blamed for kidnapping women. Marcus was responsible for his share of ‘kidnappings’ but the truth of the matter was that they often went with him willingly. Getting them to leave was the problem.

  The women would often fall for their charm and the excitement of having two lovers. They were happier with the dragons. They were kept safe, warm and fed, which was more than they could have hoped for in their villages. Marcus and Jean were looking for love, like any other creature but their lovers were dragged away more often than not and Jean and Marcus would be forced to flee their home and their loves. It was a sad existence, really.

  They held their human form most of the time but when threatened they morphed into more dragon like creatures. Claws grew from their hands and massive scaled wings grew from thei
r backs. Their noses elongated and turned to snouts suitable for breathing fire. In folklore they were huge, monstrous creature but in reality they stood about seven feet when fully transformed. They were quite monstrous, though. They both understood the fear that humans had of them and because of that they were prepared to move around.

  Nashville was their most recent stop, though they had nightclubs all over the country. The clubs were open to humans and supernatural beings alike, though they seemed to draw werewolves and vampires more than a human clientele. Those supernatural creatures preferred the fresh smell of a human woman. There was a sweetness and softness in the human form that others didn’t seem to have. A human entertainer was always preferred.

  Marcus and Jean had a specific type of woman in their mind's eye. A woman with thick thighs and a soft belly, large breasts and a pretty face. Their vision of what their performer should be was shaped by their own desires, but that couldn’t be helped. Most of their clients preferred thick women and they were getting hard to find. Marcus had always mourned the 1950’s. It had been a time when thick women with curved waists were abundant. Now it seemed they couldn’t get anyone in their office that didn’t look like a prepubescent girl. They didn’t want girls. They wanted women and so did their clients.