The Dragon in the Stone: By Doris O’Connor

Thank you so much for having me on your blog with my Naughty Fairytale, The Dragon in the Stone, which is an erotic twist on Beauty and the Beast.
I always say I find inspiration in all sorts of places and this story is no exception.
The idea first came to me during a walk with my kids last summer. As we were meandering past the stream in one of our local parks, my ten year old daughter piped up.
“Look mummy, that’s the stone that looks like a dragon.”
She pointed toward a rock formation that made up one side. Now, I’ll be honest I didn’t see a dragon, just rock, lol, but she was adamant it was a dragon. As were the
other kids, when they looked.
So, it got me thinking about this girl who sees the dragon in the stone. The idea was
born, and when the lovely Rhonda in my reader Group, The RavDor Chicks asked me
to write dragon story… the rest is history as they say.
The Dragon in the Stone was my NaNoWriMo effort last year, and you know with the awesome Gary Taylor as my visual inspiration for Lord Drorgan, my fingers flew.
You can check out my Pinterest board for this story here:
Not only did I win NaNoWriMo, but I had the story submitted and
accepted by the end of November, something of a record for me, I tell you. And
that was with me wanting to bash Dorgan’s and Rhonda’s heads together, at time.
They’re as stubborn as each other, and I was beginning to despair that they
ever would get it together. When they do… well, he’s a dragon and things get
HAWT in an entirely different way.


I loved
writing these two, and I hope my readers will too.
Penance needs to be paid come what may…

Several Centuries ago Drorgan was cursed into stone. Every twenty five years he
is given one night and one day to find the woman willing to accept him in both

It’s the price to pay for his past behavior.

As a lost, lonely little girl Rhonda Butterbaugh was rescued by the dragon in
the stone and she has never forgotten her fierce protector. It sparked her
fascination with all things dragon. If only they were real. There are no such
things as fairytales, however.

When she is attacked on her way home, and wakes up in a cursed magic castle,
complete with a fierce dragon shifting lord, her life takes a turn for the

Determined to break the curse and rescue Drorgan and his kin, she hasn’t
counted on Drorgan’s resistance.

Dragons aren’t supposed to be noble.

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She’d have that cute crease
between her brows, screw up her nose and stick her tongue out as she
concentrated on her task. Thoughts of her tongue sweeping across her lips, and
her teeth no doubt sinking into the soft flesh, made his morning wood turn to stone.
Without even thinking about his actions he took his rock hard dick in hand and
stroked lazily up and down the shaft, while his hungry gaze roamed over the
curve of her ass. The fire flared to life, rendering her shift transparent, and
he fisted his erection faster, seeing the darkened cleft of her ass cheeks.
His dragon roared to life with
the need to claim his woman, and Rhonda gasped and whipped around to face him.
While the action hid her far too enticing ass from his view, it exposed her
heavy breasts. The nipples hardened under his intense stare, and he could
clearly make out the darker color of the surrounding areola through the fabric
covering. It made his mouth water with the need to taste, as did the restless
way his girl shifted from foot to foot. The increasing wetness he sensed
between her legs wrenched a growl from him, and the most delightful blush
spread over Rhonda’s pale skin.
Her breathing sped up and her
pupils dilated, and she’d taken several involuntary steps toward him before she
realized what she was doing. Shaking her head she frowned as though surprised
at her actions, and Drorgan grinned. The fact that she responded like that to
him without any coercion on his part spoke volumes of their connection.
Magda’s instructions rang in his
ears, and despite his misgivings he couldn’t have put a stop to what was
happening between them, if his life depended on it. It might be utterly selfish
of him, but he was tired of fighting what he felt for the woman in front of
him. He was so damn tired of being alone, and Rhonda was a grown woman, not a
child. She’d had countless opportunities to flee, to reject him, and not once
had she done so, so maybe he just needed to accept this … whatever this would
turn out to be and go with it.
The future was his for the
taking again, and God help him, he wanted Rhonda in that future, as his mate,
his wife, and God willing one day the mother of his children.
“You’re awake.”
Her whispered words shook him
out his self-examining thoughts, and kicking the rest of the sheets off, he let
go of his dick, and put his hands behind his head in a silent invitation.
“Very awake in more ways than one, my little dragon,
and in need of your attention.”
He smirked when she gasped and
let her gaze roam all over his naked body. The way she was eating him alive
with her eyes, the way her breathing grew laborious, and her heart rate kicked
into overdrive … it made his cock jerk. Her gaze snared on that body part, and
she licked her lips. Right now in this moment it was the most erotic sight
ever, and Drorgan wished with all his might that those lips were wrapped around
his shaft.
“Don’t let me stop you. Keep on walking over here,
little dragon, and take what you so clearly want.”
He held out his hand to her, and
Rhonda gave one of those cock hardening little mewls, that told him how turned
on she was.
“I thought we were going to talk about…” His dragon
snarled his impatience, and she blanched, even as her sweet musk intensified.
She sank her teeth into her bottom lip, wrapped her arms around herself, and
her toes curled under as her thighs flexed.
“We can talk if you want to, or I can take care of
that ache in your cunt, while I fuck your mouth with my cock.” A strangled
sound escaped his girl, and sitting up, Drorgan swung his legs off the side of
the bed. He took a firm grasp of his cock and started to fist himself. Drops of
his pre-cum appeared on the hugely swollen head of his dick, and he hissed his
pleasure through his teeth as he swiped his thumb through the sticky evidence of
his arousal and used the natural lubrication to slap his hand up and down his
Pleasure built instantly from
the base of his spine, and he grunted his approval when Rhonda’s hand strayed
to her cunt.
“Yes, fuck yourself on your fingers for me. Take that
blasted shift off, and let me see how wet you are. How much your cunt is aching
for my cock, and if you’re a very good girl you might even get to taste it
“God, yes.” Her strangled whisper reached his hearing
over the roaring of his own blood, and he increased the motion of his hand on
his cock, as she fumbled with the ribbon holding her shift together.
“So fucking beautiful.” He grunted the words, as her
shift fell to the floor, and leaned forward better to see the flushed skin on
display for him. “Fondle your breasts and spread your legs, so that I can see
my cunt. That’s my girl.”
Flames licked across his skin as
his dragon went wild, seeing Rhonda comply with his wishes so beautifully.
Breaths seesawing out of her lungs she tugged on the tips of her pink nipples,
until they elongated and hardened further. Her pussy lips opened as she spread
her legs, revealing the darker tissues contained within. Drenched in her
juices, her inner lips quivered and her little hole clenched, pushing more of
her arousal down the inside of her thighs.
“You’re so fucking wet for me, girl. Tell me do you
still want to talk, or shall I show you what it means to be my mate?”
Author bio
Doris is a writer of
sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines
who give as good as they get.  From contemporary to paranormal, Time
Travel, Sci-fi, BDSM, F/F, M/M, and Ménage, haunting love stories are
Happily married for
the last twenty-five years, she lives with her husband and their brood of nine
in a far too small house filled with love, laughter, and chaos.
Stalk her in these places




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