Free Seduced by a Dragon (Erotic Horror) by J. J. Abraham

Listening to the news report on the latest suspected
predation murder just made me hungry.
    I sucked on a beer to get my mind off of it,
with little success. Beer was one of the few things worth anything
in this shithole planet, and that was only if you added meat
byproducts to the grain-piss. But even alcohol couldn’t suppress
the growing rumbles in my stomach.
    “Goddamn fuckin’ bastard,” said the dragon
next to me, his metal stool creaking with his agitation. “If it
really is a dragon, I’ll fuckin’ feast on his guts myself. Goddamn
bastard. Doesn’t he know what he does to th’ rest of us?” A few
grumbles and hisses of angry assent sounded nearby.
    “Naw,” I said quietly. “If it is a dragon, we
have to stick together. Can’t turn on our own.”
    The drake slammed his metal pitcher onto the
bar, curling his lips back in anger. “Fuck that! Goddamn fucker
like that will only bring the humans down on us. You know how
vindictive those little shits are! He enjoys his snacks and every
dragon within a hundred miles of here is treated like a fuckin’
murderer. Every one of those fuckers who got caught got what they
deserved. I don’t know why this one hasn’t been caught yet.”
    Because I swallow them whole, I almost
blurted out. I swallowed back that outburst with another gulp of
beer.
    Couldn’t they see I was striking back at the
humans by doing this? They oppressed us, curtailed our rights,
treated us like walking shit. Hell, in some countries our kind were
little better than slaves. What I did was righteous
retribution…
    I sighed. Who was I kidding? This was just
the latest in my long line of rationalizations.
    I did it because of the incredible rush. It
was deeply satisfying, the feeling of prey slipping down my throat,
tasting their fear as they were swallowed alive. The most dangerous
creatures on the planet, helpless as I ate them. The power and
instinctive predator’s joy of triumph, consuming another’s strength
for my own.
    I shook my head. God, I had to stop. The
dragon next to me was right. My behavior put all my kind in danger.
And I wasn’t a bad guy. Not really. Even if I didn’t feel guilt
after one of my forbidden feedings, I at least felt guilty about
not feeling guilty.
    But I was so hungry. It was a craving that
went beyond anything mere packaged meat could satisfy. Even a nice
plump lamb at the Carnitopia wouldn’t be enough, and I didn’t have
the money for more filling prey like a whole cow. Not many dragons
did.
    “Hey there,” came a soft lilting voice. I saw
a woman settle into the seat two stools down and smile coyly at me.
I smiled back, almost automatically keeping my jaws closed. I
didn't want to frighten her with my large pointed teeth. "My name
is Valerie.”
    I sucked in a breath. The woman misunderstood
my interest. Her name was of no consequence. I might as well name
my food before eating it.
    She was in many ways what I understood human
males desired in their bed-partners. Blond, bubbly, and big
breasted. She was between five and six feet in height, maybe closer
to five. Big hair that wound to her shoulders. Thirties. Pretty, as
far as human females go. Green eyes, and full figured.
    Even though this was a dragon bar, a few
humans could be seen flitting about the more massive scaled bodies
here and there, male and female both. Xenophiles, looking for a
taste of the exotic outside their species that didn’t involve
diddling something in a barnyard.
    It took a dragon of a certain mentality to
get aroused by the presence of a small alien-looking human.
    Unless one was looking more for a meal than a
sex partner.
    I broadened my smile as best I could, moved
to the seat next to the woman, and bought her a drink. She
practically purred at my close presence. Maybe tonight wasn’t going
be a waste after all. A shame humans could never provide all the
physical companionship a dragon needs.
    At seven feet high or more, an average adult
dragon had many times the