stomach to his cock, dripping on it. “Better.” I laugh.
Just then a large, heavy hand comes down across my ass and exposed pussy. “Stop teasing him, Draya,” Dume scolds, and I grin up at Jair. His fangs are hanging down over his lips, his eyes red and wild, his chest heaving.
“But he loves it,” I purr as Jair’s hands tighten in my hair, dragging me closer to his cock.
Dume growls, grabbing my hips, his grasp denting the bones there with the force of his hold, and it makes me push back, wetness dripping from my pussy. I love their harsh, mean hands, their utter raw, primal need. It reminds me that I’m alive in the midst of such death and destruction.
I feel his monstrous cock press against my pussy, forcing it to stretch around the tip, but then he stills. Fuck that. I wink up at Jair as I slam myself backwards, impaling myself on his giant cock.
He groans, his hands cutting into my skin, the scent of my blood filling the air as he rips through me. Panting, I hang my head, moaning in pain and pleasure—fuck yes. This is what I need.
He doesn’t wait, no, he trusts me to know what I can handle. He holds me still for his cock as he pulls out and slams back in, the sound of our skin slapping together loud in the room.
Jair wrenches my head up, snarling, “Suck my cock, mate.”
He prods my mouth with it, demanding entrance. I keep my lips closed for a moment to see what he’ll do. I like this side of him. He wrenches my head closer, making pain shoot through my scalp, and prods at my lips, painfully so. Almost laughing, I part them, and he surges inside, forcing his cock down my throat.
I swallow him. He bumps the back of my throat and I hollow my cheeks, sucking him down until my lips meet his base. He groans as my throat constricts around his cock. Breathing through my nose, I pull back, scraping me teeth down his length, making him jerk in my mouth and groan above me.
Dume snarls as I clench at the sound, and he loses all restraint, slamming inside of me over and over, forcing me to swallow Jair’s cock deeper. I have no choice but to just hold on, my mouth and pussy theirs to fuck. I accept it, knowing I have no way to control this, no way to fight this.
Being dominated.
Whimpering, I push back into Dume’s thrusts, loving it. That last edge of always being in control, of always being looked to, falls away. With them I’m nothing more than their mate. There are no expectations. I lose myself in them, in their hands and cocks, just feeling each glide of Jair’s cock into my mouth as it matches Dume’s punishing thrusts. Their rough hands add the edge of pain I love, the blood and scent of sex filling the air until I’m drunk on it.
Dume’s cock drags along those nerves inside me that have me lighting up, screaming around Jair’s cock as his blood and my saliva drip down my chin. I feel that same power rise again, and with nothing else to focus on, I watch it swirl inside me before moving to Jair and then back to me and then Dume. Again and again, it washes through us. They feel it. I see it on Jair’s face, feel it in the clenching of Dume’s hands. In his fast, hard thrusts which are picking up speed. As it gets stronger, we draw closer to our releases. It builds in us, dragging us nearer, nearer, nearer until, with screams, we all explode.
Power and cum.
It surges from us, splintering out like a shockwave. My eyes are locked closed, my body jerking and draining of both power and energy until, finally, it’s over. My mouth is filled with Jair’s cum and I swallow it as I feel Dume’s cock filling my pussy. They both pull away and we collapse.
Holy fuck.
We all felt the pulse of magic from our union. It flowed between us, dragged from body to body, speeding up until it burst from us with a scream of release. It blasted outwards into the dungeon, and I felt magic bindings snap, chains break, and nets and spells shatter in the wake of our magic.
Her magic.
I look down at Dawn, my draya, curled up between me and her vampire. She seems so small, her pale skin dotted with