“Maybe.” His smile is wicked now against my lips. “What if it is? Can’t I simply want to make my mate come hard, just from dry-fucking her?”
“Yes,” I gasp. Ström does something with his hips that digs his massive, and massively hard, erection deep between my thighs now. He only has dress pants on; since he nearly always goes commando, and I’ve just got my borrowed undies, my short dress shimmied back up over my hips from all our dry-fucking, I feel everything.
We’ve already soaked through my undies, and Ström’s pants are wet. We’re well on our way to soaking the couch from how hot he’s making me. As my drakaina roars inside me now to take him, I feel his dark drake seize her by the neck. Neck-biting makes dragons go wild; as Ström actually bites my neck now, echoing what his dragon is doing, sensation explodes all through me.
I buck beneath him, making a needful sound as he growls. He sends that vibration of his basso dragon voice deep into my neck through his bite; inside, his magic shudders my bones in the most pleasurable way, moving my entire body in a wave.
I heave into him, like’s he’s already thrust into me from his bite. Except he hasn’t, as he makes a giant phallus now of his dragon energy.
Thrusting it up inside me—and making me scream with pleasure as he bites.
Ström stops my scream with a kiss, even as he thrusts that metaphysical cock up inside me more, harder, punishing me now for me almost taking Mikkel tonight. As his dark magic roars through the room, I know he’s punishing me; but it’s the best kind of punishment from the diabolically sensual Ström that I can’t get enough of it.
He’s got me rushing up towards climax, fast. His huge, auric dragoncock is thrusting inside me now, opening me up so wide as Ström makes way for his real phallus, readying me for what he’s about to do to me.
As a sensation of tongues comes now, licking me all the way from anus to clit in deep, ungodly delight, I cry out again, screaming. I love the wicked pleasure he’s giving me; Ström’s trapped my screams in my mouth with his kiss.
Bitting my lips now as he fucks me with his dragon in delight.
I can’t stand it; I’m searing, I’m unraveling. I’m about to crest when Ström rips open his belt and fly, then shreds off my borrowed lace undies just like Mikkel shredded my thong earlier. As a powerful wave of heat carries me to the brink, Ström thrusts his auric dragon-cock up inside me so deep, stretching me so wide that I spasm.
And on the heels of that spasm, he plunges his true cock deep inside me.
So warm, thick, and tight—I come, at once.
Ström fucks me for real now, as I scream for him in endless delight. I bite his shoulder to stifle my screams; he grunts and fucks me harder, making me love every way he’s punishing me for nearly taking Mikkel tonight.
Because I’ve discovered Ström has a jealous streak, almost as deep as Bjorn’s. He won’t admit it, he’ll never talk about it, but what I did with someone he considers both a rival and a friend tonight was more than he could take.
And now he’s taking it out on me—in the best possible way.
I come a few more times for him, undone as I shake. He thrusts into me again; then he’s somehow changing position, angling me up on the couch so someone can slide in behind me as we fuck. Some part of me realizes it’s Bjorn, who’s woken up now from all our vociferous fucking. Most of me is gone, however, lost to pleasure, as Bjorn seats me on his lap.
Thrusting firmly up inside me from behind now, as Ström fucks myfront.
I roar as I’m penetrated by both drakes. Reaching up with my arms over my head, I cling to Bjorn’s strong neck as Ström fucks me into him, over and over.
Ström isn’t giving in just yet, as he makes me understand how angry he is that I might take Mikkel into our Bloodbond. Though Bjorn holds mostly still at my back, only angling his hips up and in, over and over, as Ström hammers into me to make sure we all get a good fuck, I feel his basso growls in my neck from his matching rage.
As Bjorn bites my neck now, making me feel the iron grip of his dragon in his bite, Ström hammers one last time into my slit.
And I’m coming, spiraling up into the sky as they both finally come now, as well.
All of us braid into that incredible ouroboros in the air with our auric dragons, far off in the morning’s light. Just then, a hammering sound like a pipe-bomb goes off in our suite; too late, I realize the door’s been kicked open as massively powerful dragons surround us.
Bone Magic sears black-violet through the room, the surrounding air riddled with caustic red sigils as someone casts the most powerful containment spell I’ve ever seen, all around me and my drakes. We can’t move now, can’t do anything, but swivel our eyeballs to see who’s just caught us.
Right at the climax of our sex.
At first, I think it’s Lærke with her immense body-crushing power, or Mikkel with his tremendous mind-magic, who’s ensnared us. But then I see Mikkel and Lærke being hauled in the door like matching sacks of grain, Mikkel naked from sleep except for some black silk sleep pants, while Lærke wears a cream silk negligee and undies.
Whoever’s just stormed the club has already incapacitated them; though both can find their feet, they’re being hauled in by two beefy dudes in black thieves’ leathers who are not the club’s security.
Someone has jumped us, and jumped us good, as a woman moves through all those big muscly dudes now, coming to us. Dressed in thieves’leathers two centuries out of date, but which are still practical for midnight marauding, she throws back her deep hood.
And wild, red hair comes out—with the most beautiful face I’ve ever seen.
Angels would weep for the perfection of this drakaina’s face, as she stares at us, silent. She neither gloats nor celebrates that she’s caught us; intense, her demeanor is as cold as her magic, which I can feel pouring through us.
