Flame Daddies

by Flame Daddies (retail) (epub)

  “I... don’t know. And I don’t like not knowing things, it makes me disagreeable,” Argon grumbled. “I will research it.”

  “In the meantime, are we all in agreement about treating her like a sexy, naughty little girl and taking care of her?” Canavan was amused he’d unnerved Argon, but he was far more interested in taking care of his naughty new charge.

  There was a consensus.

  “Good. In which case, I’m going to go and do very bad things to her unless she stops me. If anyone interrupts, I’ll make them watch me cover her in cum.” He looked around the other three to see if anyone would challenge his claim over her.

  “Just remember she’s not only yours. Sharing is caring,” Sharpe remarked.

  “Have your shot with her. It’s my watch after you, and I’m sure she’ll want a palate cleanser once you’ve finished,” Brynn teased.

  Canavan punched his brother on the shoulder, then exited the smaller cavern, heading straight for Alora, and hoping she was where he left her.

  ***

  Alora wasn’t sure what to do with the towel she had somehow taken from Canavan’s body. It didn’t make any sense. How could he store all his belongings as tattoos on his skin? What if he had more items than room on his body to put them? Wait, was that why Argon had that big bookshelf in his cavern? She had never come across something so strange. Dragons really were masters of dimension-folding. She still wasn’t entirely sure what that meant.

  What she did know was there was nowhere in this cavern to put the towel. She had learned over the course of her upbringing not to simply wander around dwellings because there could be heads of planets in sensitive meetings in any given room of the imperial palace, not to mention all the other things she might find. Her father had maintained a very cordial and consensual harem with a selection of beautiful women from around the galaxy. When she had first returned from college, Alora had enjoyed hanging out with the women and getting to know them until she was discreetly informed by her father’s Grand Vizier it was not appropriate for her to consort with her father’s consorts. It had been made clear, she was to remain in the part of the palace designated for her, and she was not to go anywhere her path might cross with her father or his allies, enemies, or acquaintances.

  Now, she found it difficult to shake the suggestion she was supposed to remain here. While she’d had no big qualms about leaving the cavern when she had hoped to get back to some sort of civilization, she was a little uncomfortable intruding on the private space of the four dragons.

  When Canavan returned from speaking with his brothers, Alora was still holding the towel.

  “Do you want this back?” she asked him, feeling awkward.

  “I have a better idea.” He took the towel from her hands and unfolded it with a little shake, then laid it on the ground. “Lie on the towel, face down.”

  She looked up at him with curiosity, then did as he asked. Because he was such a tall man, coming in at over eight feet, his towel was correspondingly large. Alora had the height a future empress needed to rule convincingly—she suspected the palace physician had been instructed to give her growth hormones as a child—but all the same, she was barely six feet tall. The four dragons’ humanoid sizes dwarfed hers, but that was thrown into sharpest relief when she laid on a towel she might have been able to use as a tent.

  It was comfortable compared to the sand she’d been lying on earlier that day. Soft and fluffy, and so reminiscent of the blankie her nanny had given her when she was small.

  As an adult, Alora’s beds had been predominantly cool, smooth silk from the finest silk-weavers in Pombos. They were not warm and snuggly. She had been taught to get accustomed to luxury, but she found she didn’t especially like any of it. Not that she would ever say that aloud.

  “Your muscles tense so readily, little one. I am going to help you relax,” Canavan murmured, then his hands touched her back where the trapezius had been bothering her. She sighed as he pressed against parts of her that caused relief to flood through her nerves, along with a gentle tingle that sang through her arms and down her spine.

  “It’s pressure points, little one.”

  “It feels so good.”

  She let him keep going, and sighed as his hands alleviated her tension. He circled the tendons that were tight like angry strings beneath her flesh, lightly running his fingers down her back, either side of her spine, and awakening her skin with his gentle touch.

  “I’m going to warm you to take some of the pressure away,” he told her. “Do not be afraid. I will not hurt you.”

  His fingers continued running across her back, then she startled for a moment as a purple light appeared behind her, throwing her head into shadow against the towel. She widened her eyes as she realized he was breathing fire over her. Purple fire. It felt completely different from when Sharpe had covered her with his green healing flame. This was warmer, instantly radiating into her core, awakening something deep within her. Canavan’s flame seemed to fill her with a roiling, sensual hunger that made her clit throb and her nipples harden. In her entire life, nobody had ever made her feel so good.

  It scared her a little that one brief lick of his flame could invoke such desire.

  “Your body just shuddered like you’re close to coming already. After one little taste of my flame? Oh, little one, we have so much ground to cover tonight, and I’m going to take it slow.”

  She gasped, wondering how much more there was he could do.

  “Your bottom is still so red from where Argon punished you earlier. Pity, I would have liked to redden it myself, but I will save that for another time.”

  “Why would you want to hurt me?”

  “It’s very similar to the way I control my flame. I can make my fire hot or cold. And if it’s too hot, it would burn you which would be harmful. But if it’s a bit hot, like this,” he breathed on her naked body, and a line of intense warmth traveled down the back of her neck, making Alora moan as her body glowed and demanded more, “then it feels good. It’s the same with spanking. If I find the right level of spanking, I can make you come without ever pressing inside you.”

  “That’s impossible,” Alora breathed in amazement. He trailed his flame down her spine, and she flexed her body as the heat pooled in her core and demanded release with greater urgency.

  “Is it?” Canavan asked. He moved slightly, then breathed his fire over her upturned feet. The glimmering sensations surprised her as her toes tingled and warmth coruscated through the back of her legs, making her roll her hips. How could he do that simply by breathing on her feet? It was incredible. She needed more.

  She ground her sex into the towel in an attempt to get some friction. Unsure what she was supposed to do when a dragon breathed flames on her that incited such a reaction from her pussy, she simply followed her instincts.

  “Please, take me,” she sighed, not sure how much more sensation she could take.

  “Not yet, little one. You are very small, and I am quite big. I will break you if I attempt to mate with you before your body is hungering for me with every fiber of your being.”

  She moaned with pent-up desire as he trailed his fire across the back of her calves while his hands took her feet and circled her toes with his strong fingers. The gentle caresses helped her relax a little, but nothing could ease the unyielding tension deep inside her. In fact, as he continued massaging her feet, she realized it was making her need to come even worse. And now her toes were in on it, clenching and releasing as the muscles took on a life of their own.

  Canavan aimed his flame along the back of her thighs, moving higher. When it landed on the line between her thighs and her bottom, she squeaked. The burn from Argon’s belt was re-ignited, but Canavan’s gentle flame transformed the pain into something far more sensual. While Alora wasn’t keen to repeat the original experience, she would definitely allow the men to punish her again if it meant feeling like this afterward.

  “Is your ass still a little tende
r?” When Canavan asked, his voice rumbled through Alora’s body, and she involuntarily quivered.

  “It’s somewhat... vulnerable.” She flailed for the right word. She didn’t want to be precious about the fact Argon had spanked her as she suspected bitching and moaning would only open her up to getting teased by the men, but her rear was throbbing with an insistent urgency that surprised her. Except it wasn’t pain. Perhaps a switch had been flipped inside her. She knew Canavan’s flame should hurt when it touched her bottom, and he clearly expected it to, but it didn’t. Instead, it filled her with a scintillating warmth that made her clit throb and her pussy gush liquid like nothing had ever done in the past.

  Canavan noticed the waterfall between Alora’s legs a split-second after she did.

  “Holy macaroni. How embarrassing.” She couldn’t get her voice to work at anything above a mumble, and her face flushed.

  He blew his intoxicating purple fire over her ass once more, and she moaned.

  “Yep. Sounds very painful.” She knew he was being sarcastic and it made her want to punch him.

  “Stop being mean.” She wasn’t laughing. Wasn’t amused at all. Wanted the ground to swallow her, in fact. There was no way she could talk about this so casually.

  “Hey, it’s all right, little one. Nothing to be ashamed of.”

  She hid her face behind her hands. This whole thing was just too embarrassing.

  Canavan stroked her spine with one of his huge fingers, reminding her of how much she needed a release right now. How was she jumping from one emotion to the next like this? It was like she was completely at the mercy of whatever he decided to do to her next, her body and heart simply reacting. When she was in this state, there was nothing she could hide from him. Was this what people meant when they said lovers gave each other everything they had?

  “Stop thinking, and trying to make sense of it all. Just let go. Let yourself sink into the sensations I’m igniting in your body. Don’t worry about anything. Daddy’s going to take care of you.”

  When he said it, Alora gasped in amazement. No one had ever called themselves her daddy before. It made her heart flutter, accompanied with a strange feeling of comfort. She wasn’t sure which was more surprising—that he’d used the word ‘daddy’ or that she’d liked it. Either way, she started to relax.

  “That’s it, let Daddy take care of you.”

  He followed his finger with a stream of flame. A glowing line of heat and need along her back turned into unbearable pressure deep in her core. She thought she might actually lose her mind if he didn’t give her some relief soon.

  “Spread your legs,” he murmured. She parted them, feeling self-conscious as her very wet slit was exposed to him. “You’re so slick for me.” His voice conveyed surprise.

  “Please fuck me.” She couldn’t think about anything else right now except what his cock would feel like sliding in and out of her pussy.

  “Hmm, let me inspect you.” He slid his finger deep inside her, and she quivered as he stroked her, touching all the places deep within her pussy that ached for some hard and fast attention. His big finger slid in and out, and she writhed as his middle finger stroked her clit.

  “Please! I can’t wait any longer,” she begged as the pressure became almost painful. She needed him.

  “All right. I think you’re about ready,” he conceded, gently pulling his finger out. “Get up onto your hands and knees.”

  She scrambled to obey him, not wanting to delay this even for a split-second. She was about to have sex with a hot dragon.

  “You’re so wet for me,” he murmured.

  The next she knew, his cock was positioned at her entrance, and she was waiting for him to enter her. What would it feel like? She couldn’t wait to find out. She needed him to claim her and fill her with his cum so bad.

  He thrust forward. Her opening pinched as it was forced to accommodate him. His cock had looked humanoid, but now it was entering her, it felt wider and differently-shaped than she’d imagined. She’d never gotten this far with a Nidian human, but she’d read enough books and watched enough movies to know what was supposed to happen.

  Being the daughter of the emperor-paramount had given her some immunity to the repression enacted on the rest of Nidian society as long as she kept it all private. As a result, she’d had a good grounding in the mechanics of various different couplings. She was pretty sure it wasn’t supposed to feel so big.

  Even Hung Elves Gangbang Petite Earthling hadn’t looked like the woman had been stretched this much. Oh, but that had been a hot film. She sighed at the memory of the tiny white redhead being skewered in all her holes by the enormous black elves. The universe was full of some very messed-up and hardcore pornography, but that was the film that did it for Alora every single time. Her pussy spasmed around Canavan’s thick shaft from just thinking about that film.

  “That’s it, just relax for Daddy,” Canavan said. His voice soothed her, and his hand trailed sparkles of sensation along his ass before he swatted her left cheek, making her gasp in surprise.

  “What was that for?” She tried to look around, but she couldn’t quite stretch far enough.

  “Because I felt like spanking you,” he replied, and she heard his voice hitch with a chuckle. His cock slipped in a little more. “Do you see why I made you so turned on before we tried this?”

  It was difficult to put together a coherent thought when he was filling her so full with his enormous cock. Strands of delicious sensation sparked in a series of tiny explosions throughout her body, and she wailed—it became impossible to remain quiet.

  He throbbed inside her, stretching her past the point of being comfortable for a split second. The burning feeling was mouthwatering, and she needed more. He gripped her hips and pulled out. Her body tried to follow him, and he chuckled.

  “Your tight pussy doesn’t want to let go of my dick.”

  “I don’t blame it when you make me feel like that.”

  A sudden burst of liquid flooded her channel, wetting her even more than before as her cream somehow found a way to trickle around the outside of his cock. He groaned in a gravelly voice, and the sound seemed to vibrate through his steely shaft, buzzing against all her pleasure spots.

  “Aaahhhoooohhhhh...” She barely recognized her own voice; she was reacting without thinking.

  He pulled almost completely out, tantalizing her with the tip before sliding back inside her. The movement ignited more of those tendrils of lightning her core was apparently capable of producing. She wondered if this was what it would be like to be the flint when it was struck with steel to light a fire in the olden days.

  There wasn’t much time for thinking before he began fucking her at a rhythmic but surprisingly gentle pace. His cock had a wide head that massaged her g-spot and her c-spot—just past her cervix—as he took slow, deliberate strokes that simultaneously teased her and left her breathless with lust.

  She pushed back against him, almost screaming when his balls brushed against her hypersensitive clit and electrified her whole body. His thrusts built up until it seemed like he was drilling into her, banging painfully against her cervix. It was the most immediate pain she’d ever felt in her life, but as he kept doing it, she gave herself over to the pain which, after all, meant he was in control.

  Sliding into an almost trancelike state, she literally sank closer to the ground, allowing the beautiful combination of pleasure and pain to wash over her.

  “That’s it,” he cooed, “Let Daddy work you over, and I promise it’ll feel incredible.”

  “Hhnhhhhnnhhhh...” was the most coherent thing Alora could say in response. She was submitting to him innately, and it was the most satisfying and soul-nourishing thing she’d ever done.

  He fucked her harder, faster, and a pressure was building deep inside her—she knew it would be explosive when it was unleashed.

  “You’re going to come on my cock soon.”

  How did he know? She tried to ask
him, but all that came out was more gobbledygook. Like it mattered to know the source of his omniscience. In letting go of her curiosity, she relinquished another veneer of control. Asking questions was a powerful thing and not being able to make inquiries for the time being was oddly liberating.

  Her swollen, heavy breasts matched her clit for neediness, and she ground her long, pointy nipples against the towel to get some friction. Canavan let go of her hip on one side and reached down to tickle her clit with two fingers. That was too much, and she came apart around him even before she felt him breathing his warming fire against her bottom hole, making it wink in response as her sphincter was awakened for the first time, every synapse in her sphincter buzzing as electricity jumped between nerves in a frantic race to tell her brain how good this was.

  He lost himself inside her at the same moment, and as she screamed, as her body was being torn apart and put back together again several times in every instant, as a supernova of hot dust seemed to rain down on her body, she felt him shoot a high-pressure stream of burning hot liquid deep inside her belly, coating her insides and branding her as his property, in spirit if not in reality. Being filled with half a pint of burning dragon seed sent her body into more of a frenzy, and soon, she was only aware of the symphonic sensations spiraling through every neuron in her body.

  She screamed so much, her voice became raw, and she began to cough, choking on absolutely nothing. It didn’t affect her orgasm though. She could die in this perfect moment, and she didn’t think she’d care. Nothing else mattered but what Canavan was eliciting from her.

  From the sounds he was making and the way his nails were digging into her hips, she knew she wasn’t the only one experiencing this incredible transcendence.

  Chapter 7:

  Afterward, Alora lay in Canavan’s arms, completely exhausted and drifting through that in-between place, neither sleeping nor waking.

  So that was sex... she wasn’t sure there was any possible way she could have guessed what it would be like. The videos she’d watched and books she’d read didn’t convey the feelings. The pain of being penetrated for the first time and the fear his enormous cock might tear her apart contrasted with the joy of closeness. Then there was the awkwardness of not really knowing what to do, and the urges that seemed to make her body act of its own accord... it was such a complicated combination. When she added in her reactions to his dominance and the fact she’d enjoyed her submission, the only word that summed it up was ‘intense’.