Flame Daddies

by Flame Daddies (retail) (epub)

  “And you scream until your voice is raw, and you writhe like you belong in a sideshow,” Bryn finished for her with a lasciviously-raised brow.

  “Her body is very responsive,” Sharpe agreed. “I want to know how her ass feels.”

  He touched one of his tattoos—it looked like a bottle of alcohol, but when it became three-dimensional, it was smaller than a container of cologne.

  “What’s that?” She eyed it with easygoing curiosity.

  “Lube. For your butt.”

  “What’s it do?” She’d never come across anyone using such a thing before.

  “You know how your pussy is gushing with liquid every time either one of us touches you?” Sharpe flicked his gaze down to her twitching hole. “It’s doing it now.”

  “I know. What about it?”

  “Even if you’re the most turned-on in the universe, your ass can’t make itself wet. It needs a little help, or my fingers will hurt you.”

  “Neat.” Alora didn’t know what else to say. Getting hurt kinda sounded sexy right now, so it was a good thing the guys were in charge. If she were running things, she’d probably tear herself an actual new one from making the guys just stuff their cocks into her holes already.

  She felt a sudden drizzle of cold liquid on her ass. The sensitive nerves in her ring of muscle seemed to make her tense from the unfamiliar coolness. A moment later, Sharpe’s finger pressed firmly against her hole.

  It felt weird. Mostly, the only thing she noticed was the pressure. As her ass capitulated against the invasion, however, it began to stretch... and stretch; it was nothing like when Brynn’s fingers had stretched her pussy. This hole seemed so reluctant to let anything in, and just as she thought she was stretched enough, there was more resistance inside from her second sphincter. Alora wished she knew less about biology as the process was repeated, but when Sharpe’s finger completely breached her back passage, the stretching sensation turned into a warm feeling that was the touch-equivalent of drinking hot chocolate. Taking a bath in warm caramel couldn’t feel more decadent than the sensation of Sharpe’s finger sliding deep into her ass and touching her from inside her own body.

  The thousands of tiny nerve endings in such a small area all came alive, tingling with the delicious stimulation as Sharpe expertly and carefully made this experience mind-blowingly hot. When his hand touched her ass, she knew he was all the way in.

  “How does that feel?” he asked.

  “Soooo good,” she enthused. Was it the endorphins or something else? She wasn’t sure, but she almost felt drunk.

  When Brynn moved his fingers in her pussy, swirling his other hand over her clit, she squeaked.

  “I can feel... like you’re both pressing on the same place!” she exclaimed in amazement.

  “Yep. It’s a thin separation between the two. That’s why we need to do this very carefully, to be sure you don’t get hurt,” Sharpe explained.

  “So, this is dangerous?” she asked. For some reason, the idea turned her on even more.

  “It can be. But don’t worry about that. Trust us, we’ll guide you through safely.” Sharpe’s words were reassuring.

  Alora did trust them. She trusted all the dragons. And she had no idea why, when they’d hardly known each other for very long at all. She just knew, somehow, Sharpe and Brynn wouldn’t rush things, they’d go at a pace her body could handle, and they would check to be sure she could take whatever they gave her. They weren’t going to break her and throw her away like some people might. She finally understood what they meant about nurturing her and being her daddies.

  Brynn’s fingers became more insistent, and the things the men were doing to her body demanded her full attention as Brynn fucked her wet cunt hard with his two enormous fingers, and Sharpe pumped his big, satisfying index finger in and out of her virgin ass.

  “That’s it, take three fingers in two holes,” Brynn said.

  At the naughty command, Alora’s core spasmed, and she moaned. Everything felt so incredible, she was sure another orgasm was going to happen very soon.

  “Your ass will be gaping when my cock fills it,” Sharpe told her, and her ass pulsed around his finger, filling her body with sparks of lusty heat. “I’ll shoot my seed deep inside it, and you’ll feel it coating your guts for hours afterward.”

  She moaned again, balling her fists as the pressure got too great to bear.

  “Ohhhhh, I thinnnnk I’m gonna commmme...” she wailed as if saying it might get it out.

  “Babygirl, let go, let your daddies take care of you.” Sharpe spoke softly. At that moment, she felt so loved and cared for, she tumbled into her second orgasm, both her holes clamping down on Brynn and Sharpe’s fingers as she contracted, and her skin felt like it was being showered with hot sparks. Inside, her twin holes tingled and ached as the powerful climax sent her nerves into overdrive.

  Involuntarily, she twitched and shook, unable to do anything as she was carried on waves of ecstasy to that special place where only sensation was real, and everything else faded away. She dimly became aware Brynn was pinching her clit where he’d been rubbing it before, but it only added to the intense lightning emanating from her core.

  Alora began to notice her throat felt raw. Then she realized she should stop screaming, just as her voice cracked. She took some ragged breaths as the orgasm faded. It had been more intense than the last one!

  Coming back down, her pussy and ass suddenly felt far too stretched, and her throat ached from vocalizing her climax. Every inch of her skin was more sensitive than it had ever been in her life. She quivered and moaned when Brynn released her clit, and again when his fingers slid out of her pussy. Now she was left with Sharpe in her ass which was pulsing around his fingers.

  “Think you’re ready for my cock?” Brynn asked, grinning wickedly like he knew exactly how her body felt about now.

  “Can I have a minute to recover?” she gasped.

  “What was that you said before, about being able to handle a few orgasms?” Brynn teased.

  “Shut up,” she teased back. “You’re so mean!”

  He grinned and shook his head, clearly aware she didn’t mean her words in a spiteful way.

  “Your pussy is mine, babygirl, until I decide I’ve finished with you.” With that, he and Sharpe maneuvered her, so she laid on Bryn’s chest. The sound of his heartbeat was reassuring and soothed her over-wrought body.

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  “That’s it, just relax for your daddies,” Sharpe encouraged.

  She found her breathing slowing down as someone gently rubbed her back in little circles. Her heart rate soon followed, and she closed her eyes for a moment.

  A sharp swat brought her back to the present.

  “We’re not done with you, yet,” Brynn reminded her. “Sharpe, help me spread her legs wide.”

  Sharpe’s finger never left Alora’s ass although she didn’t know how he did it. They re-arranged her until she straddled Brynn, and his ginormous cock was poised at the entrance to her pussy.

  “If this gets to be too much, let us know, and we’ll stop,” Sharpe told her.

  “Okay.” Alora felt liquid trickle down out of her pussy and onto Brynn’s cock. “Oops, sorry,” she mumbled.

  “No need to apologize. It just means you’re ready for your daddy to fuck your tight pussy,” Brynn replied. Alora might have said something else, but instead, she was completely distracted as Brynn thrust his thick, hard, dragon cock into her pussy, not giving her time to adjust before he impaled her on it completely.

  Her breath came in short bursts as she tried to get a handle on the pain. It seemed so much more sore today than last night with Canavan.

  “Did my virginity grow back overnight?” she managed to ask as the tight pressure overwhelmed her body.

  Brynn and Sharpe both laughed heartily. She frowned.

  “No, it didn’t grow back. You’re probably just a little sore from my fingers. Just relax and let your daddies take care of
you.” Brynn’s voice was mesmerizing. It lulled Alora into a sense of calmness. Brynn grabbed her hips and started to move her up and down on his cock. She drifted slowly back into the quiet place where pain made her more aroused, and soon she stopped tensing against the pain, and instead gave herself over to the sensations that were beyond her control.

  He fucked her from underneath, and when he had gotten into a steady rhythm, Sharpe began fucking her ass with his finger again. The double penetration of being stuffed full of two men was incredible, and Alora found herself quickly soaring toward another climax.

  “This time, I want you to hold it,” Brynn said as he thrust his big, hard cock deep into her pussy.

  “Hold what?”

  “Your orgasm,” Sharpe explained, pumping his finger into her ass faster than before.

  “What? How?”

  “Think about holding on to it really hard,” Brynn coached.

  She tried to push it away, but nothing seemed to slow it down. She had no idea how to do this.

  “If you come before I do, I’ll spank you,” Brynn warned her.

  “Not fair!” she squeaked as a tendril of glowing warmth sparked in her belly, then faded again. How long would it be before the inevitable explosion? It was like trying to hold her breath without being able to close her throat.

  Brynn fucked her harder, faster, his cock buried so deep in her needy, drenched pussy, that the tip kept hitting her cervix painfully, sending little tremors through her core as his cock was rammed up against her second pleasure spot, just above the cervix. Her g-spot was already coruscating with tingles. Perhaps her last orgasm had brought this one on quicker than usual, but she suspected she maybe had a few seconds before she came again.

  “I... cannnn’t... hooooolllld... iiiiiiiit... aaaannnnnnyyyyyy... mooooore...” she announced through gritted teeth.

  Brynn pounded into her pussy, Sharpe thrust in and out of her ass, and the pressure was too great. Just as she thought she was going to get into trouble, Brynn said, “Come for Daddy, babygirl,” and she shattered.

  As surges of sparkling radiance tore through her body, Alora clung to Brynn’s shoulders. She felt him shoot his hot seed deep into her womb, and when it touched her insides, the tingling sensation of his essence coating her walls was enough to send her deeper into the unbelievable orgasm. Her pussy and ass seemed to milk Brynn’s cock and Sharpe’s finger in unison, drawing out every last ounce of pleasure while she held onto Brynn, feeling so tiny and cared for as his monster cock decorated her insides with his seed.

  “That’s it, Alora, let it out,” Sharpe coaxed, and she arched her back, grinding her pebbled nipples against Brynn’s hard, muscular body.

  Eventually, she flopped, limp and completely wrung out onto Brynn. She was aware of Sharpe sliding his finger out. Brynn lifted her off his cock, then wrapped his arms around her waist and held her against him.

  ***

  Argon heard the prolonged lovemaking session Brynn, Sharpe, and Alora were having. By the sounds coming from that cavern, the princess was insatiable. He tried to bury himself in his research, still hoping to find any instances when dragons had mated with Nidians en masse which might explain why Alora smelled so enticing.

  He flipped a page and looked at the entry for pearl dragons. Alora had all the physical characteristics—her appearance perfectly resembled a pearl dragon—but the entire subspecies was extinct. And that was if they hadn’t been a legend in the first place. There were plenty of dragons who thought it was too much of a co-incidence that pearl dragons were the most attractive to any other dragon and had dismissed the entire race as a myth invented by horny scholars several thousand years ago.

  It was the most likely explanation; after all, the only evidence was the word of the men who had seen these apparently wondrous creatures.

  But here was Alora, looking for all the world like a pearl dragon... was it possible she could be a dragon and simply didn’t know? How could someone be unaware of such a thing? After all, one glimpse of a tail should have clued her in.

  Argon kept looking through history books, but as he worked, he became more and more convinced Alora was the last in a long line of dragons.

  She simply shouldn’t exist.

  Usually, easy DNA testing would determine what type of dragon anyone was, but there was no reference sample for pearl dragons since they died out too long ago. At that thought, Argon had an idea. He couldn’t ascertain whether she was a pearl dragon without seeing her transform, but he could definitely discover if she was a dragon at all, rather than a humanoid.

  Argon pushed his chair away from his desk and went to Canavan’s cavern.

  “Come along, you’ve slept enough,” he grumbled.

  Canavan was on his feet in moments, following Argon, who headed to the other cavern to talk to everyone together.

  ***

  “How can she be a dragon if she’s never shifted?” Sharpe looked around the cavern, waiting for someone to explain it to him, but all he got were blank looks.

  “More significantly, how can she be a dragon without hatching from an egg?” Brynn wondered.

  “It’s usually a prerequisite,” Canavan added.

  Argon held out his hands, palms up. “I know it’s a bit of an odd theory, but just consider the facts. We are all drawn to her scent. She just smells right. To all of us. Instant attraction regardless of if we even like her—”

  “Hey!” Alora grumbled.

  Argon sure has a way with the ladies, Sharpe thought with some amusement.

  “—or not. And need I remind you, three of us have already had sex with her?”

  At that, Alora’s eyes widened, and her cheeks flushed. She always looked so hot when she was embarrassed.

  “And? You spanked her,” Brynn pointed out.

  Sharpe decided Alora needed some moral support, so he scooched up beside her and put an arm around her shoulders. Immediately, she leaned into him and rested her head against his chest.

  “It’s far more likely to be a big old coincidence.” Sharpe thought it was high time someone said it.

  “Be that as it may—”

  “Wait!” Brynn held up a hand for silence, and everyone turned to look at him. “Hear that?”

  Sharpe strained his ears. “A spaceship? Here?”

  “Bit lost, isn’t it?” Brynn stepped toward the entrance of the cavern and gazed out. “Oh, shit. We’re in trouble.”

  “What is it?” Alora asked.

  “The elves are coming. They’re about five hundred feet away, shrouded by fog.”

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  When Brynn mentioned the elves, a shudder crept slowly down Canavan’s spine. The last time he’d seen elves, they’d been bad news. Actually, every time he saw elves, that was the case. Why would they be here? He tried to be rational. There was every chance they had gotten lost in the fog. No reason to think they’d found the dragons’ hideout.

  “We need to move,” Argon said.

  Canavan frowned and shook his head. “I know you’re the alpha, Argon, but moving right now sounds like suicide.”

  “If we stay here, we’ll be dragon kebab very soon,” Brynn countered.

  “If we leave, we will reveal ourselves to be dragons. If we stay, they might think we’re off-worlders. Especially if we let Alora do the talking.”

  “So you don’t think I’m a dragon all of a sudden?” She put a hand on her hip and cocked her head.

  No one had time to continue speculating because, at that moment, a dozen heavily armed elves entered the cave.

  “We’ve found her,” one said into an earpiece.

  “She wasn’t lost,” Argon snarled.

  “Silence or all four of you die. Kidnapping the princess is a new low even for dragon scum.” The elves were their usual charming selves, and Canavan wanted to punch all of them, but if laser blasting began, Alora could get hurt.

  Instead, he watched and tried not to make things worse.

  “Really, I don
’t know what you heard, but we’re all fine here,” Alora said.

  “Ma’am, with all due respect, our orders are to bring you to safety, and that’s what we’re going to do. A medical team will help you in Elaria, and you will realize your kidnappers are not your friends.”

  “Listen, you don’t understand, I’m not going—arrgh!” One of the men shot Alora, and she fell to the ground. Before the dragons could do anything, they were shot too. When Canavan was hit, a numbness spread through his entire body, making it difficult to do anything.

  “Don’t hurt her!” Canavan screamed, trying to shift so his dragon form could fight off this tranquilizer. He couldn’t quite do it, and darkness pressed in on him until nothing else existed.

  ***

  Alora awoke in a beautiful room. Everything looked ethereal and pure white. Tiny lights seemed to float around the edges of the room. She was on a bed. The headboard was shaped in a curving pattern that reminded her of running water. The window was the same and there appeared to be no glass in it.

  The air in here was fresh and pleasant after the cave. Wait...

  Alora sat up with a start as she remembered the elves shooting her. A pang of sorrow flashed through her heart with the pain of separation from her dragons. She needed to get back to them.

  Swinging her feet off the bed, she looked around for her shoes, but they didn’t seem to be here. Or her clothes. And someone had changed her into this weird sort of white hospital gown.

  Was this a hospital? Did they think she was sick? This whole thing made no sense.

  Alora stood up and nearly fell over again as a headrush swarmed her faculties and confused her. When it cleared, she tried to move quickly, but her feet were clumsy and refused to go where she’d put them. It was almost certainly an after-effect of the tranquilizer blast she was hit with. The room swayed around her, drifting in and out of focus, and she fell onto her hands and knees, awake but unable to get back up. All she wanted to do right now was go back to sleep.

  Someone opened the door, and she tried to look up, but her eyelids were too heavy. All she saw was a pair of shiny black shoes.