The Flesh of Titans
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Lotian’s kink must have kicked in and after only several thrusts he pulled out, breathing hard. “Gods, but it’s one tight pussy!”
Lightning fast, Dramer lifted me up, seizing the opportunity and impaled my aching pussy on his puffed penis. I could only imagine despair on Lotian’s face. Demi-dragons were rivals to their core. But then, Lotian surprised me, a spike of fear caught my heart. He spread my ass cheeks.
What are you doing? I asked my head because my throat was raw from the insane blowjob.
I have to cum, Flare. I must finish it before my balls explode.
That’s my … ass, there. Are you seriously … thinking of…
Yes. Unless you don’t want me to.
I didn’t know what I wanted. Perhaps, I craved him there, but fear pushed those cravings away. Anal wasn’t very popular among the girls I knew. Though gays had no other choice.
I felt Lotian’s inquiring finger massaging the muscles of my anus. It made muscles of my pussy contract abruptly, either out of fear or lust. They squeezed Dramer’s cock, milking him in process. The power that exploded out of my huge demi-dragon whipped my hair and smacked my lithe body. He came inside me.
Lotian’s finger ceased its curious penetration, not much more than an inch inside me.
It’s your turn, big boy. I said with a smirk that didn’t reach my face.
Lotian lifted me up, turning in process. Strands of cum fell out of me as my flame-haired demi-dragon handled me. I landed on his cock, expertly impaled in the way Dramer had taken me on the parking lot before the entrance to the military zone. It couldn’t last more than a minute, though it felt like an eternity. Another orgasm found me, drenching me in pleasure and bliss. I squirmed in his tight embrace.
I felt how Lotian was tensing, gathering strength to jet his semen into depths of my pussy. He murmured words as he kissed my forehead. Finally, he slammed his penis for the last time. I howled as my core flared to life, matching him at that second. An echo of a mating call resonated in my mind.
Pleasure like a spider’s web weaved all over me, keeping my mind wrapped in a different dimension. But even that had its limits. A sense that time was passing ordinarily returned shortly after pleasure, and bliss left me. Did I do it? I didn’t know. Lotian put me down on the floor. It was still there. I didn’t understand how. I was sure that Dramer’s rage shredded everything around without exception. The bed was gone, turned to ash.
Three naked demi-dragons watched me, closely, with a desire that hasn’t faded away.
“How is this place still standing?” I asked weakly. Sex with three powerful demi-dragons drained me.
“Bastiel,” Nix explained, watching the space between us.
Bastiel. Bastiel?! “Don’t tell me he watched us?”
“I didn’t,” Bastiel walked into the room. He cared nothing for our nudity. Not that he had never seen a naked woman, but the thought of him seeing me bare, caused trepidation all over my body. He knew it for the expression reached my face, painting there the sight of terror. “I stepped in because we need a roof above our heads. And I won’t lie. Lotian’s place is the most comfortable of all we have. But you two”–-he pointed at me and Dramer–-“have to find a way to manage this.”
He clearly couldn’t be serious, could he?
*
Our sex worked like a catalizator. When we finished, and Bastiel ended his small talk about self-preservation, thoughts started crashing on us. Their weight more than we could manage. We were sure that what had happened wasn’t the end, not by a long shot. Saaron and the Seven Hands were only pawns. The puppetmaster was still out there, waiting for another opportunity.
“We have to take you out of the city,” Dramer said forcefully.
I dropped on an ochre sofa that looked amazing but comfort wasn’t its feature. I remembered Atrax’s words. His conviction that I was only a tool and perhaps he was right.
Lotian dropped next to me, he always remained close. I’ve joked that the matching color of our hair connected us, but then Nix countered it with the fact that we had a similar color of eyes, his were intense jade while mine crystalline emerald. Obviously, it didn’t matter. It was Lotian’s personality that drew him close to me.
His arm found a way to embrace me around my shoulder. Dramer glared at him for that but bit a comment. A thud of blood still sounded in my ears, the effect of multiple orgasms. If not for the circumstances, I’d say that I was the most fortunate woman on the planet. Having three stunning demi-dragons was a dream of every girl in the Academy and beyond.
Some of my thoughts crept into my face for Bastiel noted, “Flare seems to share your opinion, Dramer.”
I slammed a hammer on my face, bringing the most impassive expression I could muster at the time. It wasn’t easy, being torn between the memories of hot and intense sex with three demi-dragons and the fact that the fourth demi-dragon wanted me to be his slave, and his masters had even worse agenda prepared for me. Demi-dragons’ father sought to use me as the tool to exact his vendetta against the race that had destroyed the planet where had lived his first wife. There were unicorns in the mess and only gods know what they needed me for. Where in that mix is the place for Bastiel? I wondered.
“I”–-and there was that moment of precognition that I have encountered a few times before, though this time without anyone’s voice–-“can’t leave the city. Not yet.”
My words caught everyone’s attention because, after all, how could I know such a thing? For a moment, I felt like I just plunged into a dark cold ocean. Their intentions weren’t hostile or anything of this sort, but the intensity in the four pairs of eyes had its own weight.
“What?” I asked, seeking a way out. There was none and I knew it.
“Why cannot you leave the city?”
A mysterious voice, I will be glad if you speak to me now, I said in my head but the strange confidence that I must stay in the city has only increased.
“I don’t know. I have a strong feeling that I have to be in the city.”
Demi-dragons exchanged looks, then they must have reached some sort of conclusion, for they only nodded, suspiciously accepting my explanation.
“Let it rest for now,” Bastiel said. “We’re safe here. The runes and glyphs we put in place will hold on, even our father’s might.” It wasn’t really their father I feared. They had to see some of that anxiety in my eyes because Lotian’s embrace strengthened, while Nix kneeled before me, taking one of my hands in between his and kissed it. A statement to his melodramatic tendencies. He knew how to make my heart soft.
I almost laughed, seeing Dramer’s undecided pose, he didn’t know how he should comfort me with his two brothers encumbering the way.
Bastiel pushed his hair behind his ear, allowing himself a tiny smirk. He understood the situation. “Maybe, TV?”
“Sorry?” I asked not sure what he meant.
“I mean it will be a good idea to watch a bit of TV to get our minds off that entire mess.”
Not seeing the better way, we agreed. I bet we all, except Bastiel, had at the back of our tongues proposition to get back to the bedroom and fuck. But this would be rude to him. It’d hurt him, I feared.
In the Wastelands, TV didn’t exist. Maybe some of the warlords could afford it, but I’d never met one and so I couldn’t say. The Academy discouraged watching the TV and so it was frowned upon, though not banned. Because I had no previous experience, I’d never felt motivated to ever try, and so when a flat screen came to life, I gasped.
Not waiting for Nix, Dramer dropped next to me, pushing the sofa to its limits. Nix squinted but didn’t comment on his brother’s sneaky move.
“What would you like to watch? I have a collection of pre-war movies and TV shows and…” He fell silent as the sharp-looking woman appeared on the TV, and presumably staring at us, she said, “in the wake of the recen
t leak concerning the Silver Circle’s secret documents, pure unicorn Mirenne decided to step down as the director and the dean of the Academy of Dragons. This is even more unsettling in the wake of another attack on the Academy, which was confirmed an hour ago. We don’t have details, but the source said that it involved many deaths. Let me switch now to the panel of our experts…”
“Mirenne stepping down?” My thoughts came out aloud. “What leak?”
Demi-dragons shook their heads. I wanted to cry and laugh at the same time, but my face froze because it couldn’t comprehend the circumstances. Did I have any idea what I’ve started the day Dramer brought me into the city?
Soon, I was about to learn.
Chapter 23
Hugman
“You have a visitor,” a gruff dragon scum announced from beyond the half-translucent sheet of a magical barrier and metal bars. As if I could do anything, spellbound and restrained by magic-dampening cuffs. I was like a fly swimming in the honey. Not yet dead, but surely drowning, caught unaware by the sweet lure.
Ignoring the guard, I returned to the study of the newspaper. The city must be aflame with the accusation. The unicorn bitch had it coming from afar. The fact that she was still alive … it was impressive and gave a testament to her power. But out of the entire uproar it caused, the most tragic and funny thing both was that her own daughter betrayed her and … and all the unicorns. Selene destroyed her reputation, burned bridges, and a question begged, for what?
With that question in mind, a visitor walked into a scarce space beyond the bars. Once, one has gotten into this kind of a cell, there was no walking out of it. Interrogations, visits, everything happened here. Though it was like a honey trap, it possessed nothing of the sweetness the amber liquid had.
“Hugman,” an unfamiliar voice said. Face hidden behind a porcelain mask. They shouldn’t let anyone without… what am I saying? Dragon scums can be cheaply bought and I am not on their highest priority list.
“Did you come to kill me?”
The mask didn’t have holes for eyes. I shuddered against my best interest, showing signs of weakness was always a bad idea.
“Not yet, Hugman. There are still things you have to do before you will turn into dust. Children of Entropy are not finished with you.”
There were two types of people. One would beg and grasp even a knife’s edge just to stay afloat. The second type was past that. I no longer dreaded death. Maybe a little a manner it would come to find me, but death couldn’t be worse from a dreamless sleep, could it?
The day, as it turned out, would not allow me to find out.
“What do you expect me to do, then? If you haven’t noticed, I am in the cell and prospect of leaving it … is nowhere in sight.”
The masked visitor froze. Not because of my words, that I was certain. There was something else. Something deeper going on there. It lasted barely a second, maybe two.
“You have to arrange a meeting.”
*
Hours have passed since the visit. I expected that my usefulness had ended. Foolish hopes. There, in the academy, facing that cub of a demi-dragon, I’d spoken the truth, I’d believed that my superiors wouldn’t let me reach this cell and the subsequent interrogation, but for some reason, they abandoned me. That has thrown me into the embrace of despair and so I’d thought of death. I’d extended my hands, seeking its ever-present grasp.
The visit changed it, pulling strings I’d believed had been cut. I was meant to arrange the meeting between that dragon girl, Flare, and someone who stood at the pinnacle of my faction.
Why would the dragoness agree to that? Because it wasn’t all, because the visitor left a revelation upon my feet. Something to burden me when my last breath would leave my lungs.
Children of Entropy have never been about the world without dragons. Dragons were meaningless in their vision for the world they have sought … it was no world at all.
It was the end.
And the girl was meant to bring it.
“GUARDS!”
END
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