Nareen of the Draca
Lusty tales of the Draca continue with Nareen, dragon shape-shifter and Queen of the ancient clan of Draca. Nareen is exhausted. She’s seen the Draca through a year of unprecedented change and redemption. She’s cast the major spells that brought sex and lust in the clan roaring back to life. She’s initiated contact with the human world for the first time in hundreds of years.
She needs a vacation.
And more than that, she’s deeply lonely. Forbidden by the Gods to mate for life until she completes the tasks they have given her, she longs for her share of the lust and love whirling among her kin. What’s a shape-shifting Queen to do?
She communes with the sacred through an erotic dreaming ceremony involving the psychotropic tea, etrian. The answers she receives ignite her — body, mind and soul.
Her dream carries powerful images of a massive, black-winged Draca. Her mate. At long last. However, he lives in the human world. Hidden. Captured and bound by a spell of dark punishment and secrecy.
She must find him. Claim him. Bring him back to the sanctuary. As fast as possible, because Lydia, human daughter of Draca, is due to give birth to the first Draca/human child born in hundreds of years and Nareen’s special powers may be needed more than ever.
Yet, nothing ever goes as planned for the sexy Draca when the mischievous machinations of the Gods are involved… Off-the-charts sex magic, anyone?
The sunset of Dracan washed across the early evening sky in deep orange-and-crimson swaths by the time Nareen prepared the etrian tea. She had strung multiple barriers of protection, tight as bowstrings, on all the entrances to her private lair. Flying with the sacred required leaving no chance for unexpected guests to disturb the spell.
She pushed the wide sofa in her sitting area against the far wall and covered it in linens and wool blankets. Candles burned all around the room. The rock fireplace in the back crackled with a brisk fire, offering enough warmth to penetrate the chilly cave. Her living spaces were nestled deep inside the mountain, her personal sanctuary within the embracing stone.
Shadows from the candles flickered on the ceilings and walls. She noted in satisfaction the beautiful, dreamy scene. A comforting cocoon, ready and waiting.
Nareen sat cross-legged in front of the small brazier she’d brought in and set on a steel rack suspended over wood. She preferred the old ways for such things. Heating water on a modern stove never felt quite right for sacred ceremonies.
Careful not to let it boil, she stirred the green liquid and uttered soft chants. She offered respect and reverence to the musky leaves, for contained within them lay a conduit to the gods.
At the appointed moment, she grasped the vessel with hot pads and poured the liquid into her cup. She blew on the steamy surface and took a small sip, a grimace crossing her face at the familiar bitter taste. Easing into a nest of pillows on a thick, rust-brown rug, she forced herself to keep drinking until burning warmth spread across her chest. She downed the remains in one choking gulp.
Long minutes passed. Eyes closed, she waited in dreamy suspension. The tea and its woozy effects ran like hot and cold faucets in her veins. The room spun around her, so she stretched out under the soft blankets, a light sheen of sweat coating her face. Her body seemed to float inches above the surface, and her breathing slowed. The candles flickered in the same pulse as her breath, their shadows cast along every surface as if alive.
She heard subtle noises, like the low hum of whispered conversation, the words foreign and too faint to make out. She drank in the sounds and feelings like a sponge, absorbing and folding over the meanings in the words. No need for her conscious mind to understand; her subconscious knew what to do and accepted the strange communication.
Her sister self had fallen surprisingly asleep, wound in the etrian dream’s tight embrace.
Nareen floated, listening. A sense of deep connectedness filled her as the cave pulsed in sympathetic rocky rhythm. She had only to breathe and let her questions to the gods fill her heart. They would hear her. They always did.
Behind her eyelids, another universe opened and spun. Her inner sight marveled at the view of a vast, ancient forest. Spruce and fir trees, thick and brilliant green, framed snow-topped mountains. A hidden lake, jewel-like in the craggy embrace of an immense mountain, beckoned with the promise of cool, refreshing water.
Colors smeared across her vision, the emerald greens and browns melting into each other, swirling and forming new shapes she couldn’t quite understand. Her fingertips brushed the edges, and the mass of hues jumped greedily to her hands. Silky ink danced color along her arms and over to her chest. The liquid sank into her pores like water being sucked into a bone-dry desert, igniting a new kind of heat.
Her breasts ached for touch; she squeezed her soft mounds, the pebbled nipples rubbing against her palms like silk. Arousal pooled wet between her legs.
Not what she had expected, yet she had no quarrel with this turn….
…A hoarse cry pierced her new universe, a predator roaring its dominion across the azure sky.
Midnight black and glorious, huge against the clouds, he hovered over the forested panoply as if looking for something. His wingspread filled the sky, scales thick and tipped in gold. He seemed ageless, ancient and young all at once, so graceful it made her want to weep. His wings caught the improbable breeze as effortlessly as breathing as he glided across her cave ceiling in a vast world that now encompassed her.
“Come to me, beloved.” The deep, silvery voice rang out in the ancient tongue of their kind. “Come to me. I would have you tonight.”
Nareen exclaimed in joy. In the same instant, her sister self wakened and cried out with her, “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!”And Nareen had no choice but to shift and wing to the sky in answer to that irresistible call. She flapped her strong golden wings to reach him.
His eyes blazed deep bronze, full of promise and lusty heat. A wild excitement pulsed between them. They dove together, the downdrafts of their flight synchronized as if they had done this before. They soared up and out across the wide expanse of their secret world, flying closer and closer, until he loomed so near that the sear of his breath blew across her sensitive jawline and the smell of his pungent, musky scales overwhelmed her senses. He exuded raw power; he seemed filled with it and utterly untamed….
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Louisa Kelley 2013