Firedrake - By Bianca D'Arc Page 0,62

the bedding of discarded clothes, surprised to see Drake was naked too. He must’ve undressed while Mace had her otherwise occupied. Drake spread her legs with little consideration for any modesty she might’ve had, but she was too far gone to object. The dragon heat was really starting to affect her and she could see the dragons’ fire reflected in the men’s eyes as they gazed on her bare body.

Drake didn’t ask, he merely swooped in, latching onto her clit with his mobile mouth. She felt his tongue licking patterns over her nubbin, making her come with little effort. She cried out as spasms seized her womb, a small completion that only set her up for more as the assault on her senses went on and on. There was no respite while the dragon fever heated them all, only pleasure and more pleasure, each touch, each lingering caress, building on the next in a spiral that grew higher and tighter with every movement.

Much as the dragons circling closer and closer in the starry night above them.

Drake moved back with a satisfied grin as he rolled her to her side. Mace was there, facing her, as she settled on one hip, and Drake snuggled in behind her. Mace lifted her top leg, pulling it high and draping it over his hip, opening her in front and behind as Drake’s slick fingers sought her back opening.

She’d been taken there only a few times in her life, back in her youth. She hadn’t objected to the sensation, but never found even a hint of the pleasure she felt now, from the lightest brush of Drake’s skilled fingers on her skin. She knew this night would be different from all others she’d ever known.

The jar Mace had given Drake suddenly plopped down into the sand above her head, and she realized Drake had used some of the cream it held to make this easier on them both. She knew what was coming and now that the dragon fire had found its way into her blood, she was looking forward to experiencing these two men…together.

They couldn’t wait much longer. The fire inside would not be denied. Drake’s fingers speared inside her, well lubricated with the cream. With her passions running so high, there was no discomfort, only the driving need to have his cock replace those long fingers.

“Please, Drake!” she cried out as he removed his fingers.

“Yes, my love. Take us now. We cannot wait.” Drake slid into the passage he’d prepared, making her whimper, while Mace’s gaze held hers. She saw the fire leap in his eyes as Drake claimed her.

“Join with us now, brother,” Drake encouraged. “We have little time.”

Yet Mace held back, his cock head just teasing the slippery opening that wept for him. Krysta wasn’t yet complete. She needed Mace to make her whole.

“Come on, Mace. I need you!” she implored him, tugging at his shoulders as he seemed to memorize her face.

“I love you, Krysta. For all my days.” His rumbling words preceded his cock as it shoved home within her channel, the two men filling her as she’d never been filled before, the dragon fire lighting their way.

“Oh!” she cried out as they began to move. She could feel the dragons in the back of her mind, joining for the first time as they careened toward the stars. As the dragons became one, so did their human partners.

And as the dragons began to freefall in ecstasy, so too did their knights. A few thrusts and pleasure burst over all three of them, locked together in coital bliss. The men came as the dragons did, bringing Krysta along in a wave of pleasure higher than she’d ever known. She felt Mace tense as his cock swelled, releasing his seed in her womb. At the same time, Drake’s long member spent in her back channel. She clenched and pulsed around both of them as they made her come as she never had before.

Tears streaked from her eyes, but there was no pain, only pleasure. A passion so great, it enveloped three humans and two dragons for a mindless moment in which nothing existed in the world but a pleasure so intense it was all that mattered.

The dragons broke apart in the nick of time, their wings scraping the surface of the sea as they spread wide to resume flight. They looked sluggish—replete with the satisfaction of their first mating. Nellin flamed as he glided, echoing the fire of their passion and