Psychic Awakening: A Dragon Shifter LitRPG Harem Psychic Thriller (Primus Vitae Book 1)

by Terrance Thorndyke

  She gave Athena a quick kiss on the cheek, then turned a sultry expression on Wilburn. Her hand slid up Athena’s bare belly to the knot holding her too-small top in place, deftly undoing it. Athena glanced down as her breasts were exposed and Zuha quickly undid her skirt, letting it fall to the floor about her ankles. She wasn’t wearing panties and her sex was completely bare.

  She made no move to cover herself up. She just looked up at Wilburn, nervousness playing in her hard eyes. Again there was that fear of rejection. She had to know how good she looked, standing there naked save for her heels and a gun.

  In fact, his own body was reacting, his member swelling to fullness, heavy and huge. His nudity hadn’t really been an issue before. The scales between his legs had concealed his genitals, kind of like a lizard. Aroused now, they parted and his penis slid out, massive and black.

  “Damn,” Zuha said with a laugh. “Think that’ll fit?” She only half-sounded like she was joking.

  Athena licked her lips. “I want to find out.”

  That was all Wilburn needed to hear.

  Something inside of him snapped. He surged forward, lifting Athena off the ground, and claiming her mouth with his.

  Zuha quickly took away the gun and Athena’s arms wrapped around his. Their touch was electric, sending tingles of energy coursing through each of their bodies. He could sense that light inside of her thrumming in time to his heartbeat. His erection rose up to slap her bare ass.

  He carried her over and dropped them both to the bed, breaking their kiss and lowering his mouth to her heaving breasts. She moaned, thrusting her chest up to meet his lips and tongue. Her hips gyrated, lifting off the mattress, eagerly seeking his erection.

  Wilburn grabbed her hips to hold them steady and slid down her body, kissing her taut belly, before coming face to face with her bare mound. She smelled of sex and her lips glistened with need, partly opened as if inviting him in. He dragged his long, thick tongue through her folds, making her gasp and cry out, first as her nether lips parted, then again as the length of his tongue slid over her clit. She gushed fluid, drenching his mouth, making him grin with the primitive pleasure of a man pleasing his woman.

  He attacked her sex, licking over and over and over again. Long, hard, and fast strokes that covered every inch of her. Every now and then he’d break rhythm, slowing down to a more languid lick, or sliding his tongue into her hot passage. She squealed every time he changed things up. Had he not held her hips so firmly in his powerful hands they would have bucked away.

  Through the sound of her unintelligible gasps and moans, Athena’s thoughts flowed into Wilburn’s mind. Oh yes, oh yes. I’m gonna cum. What is wrong with me? I never come this fast. Oh yessss!

  Hot fluid gushed over his tongue, bringing a feral grin to Wilburn’s predatory jaws.

  “Hot damn,” Zuha said, climbing up on the bed wearing nothing more than her smile. Wilburn paused to admire her figure. Her breasts were wonderfully formed though smaller than Athena’s and capped with dark nipples instead of pink. Wilburn loved the contrast between the two athletic women. Both were beautiful and powerful yet each so unique. And they were both in bed with him. His women. Treasures.

  His member pulsed with aching need and, as if sensing this, Zuha crawled forward to take Athena’s legs and pull them up and apart, completely opening her up for him. She kissed him, tasting Athena on his lips, before grinning. She took one of his hands from Athena’s hips, guiding it up to hold one of her legs, freeing her hand up to take hold of his immense length and guide it to Athena’s entrance.

  She held him there, the tip just inside her nether lips, looking into his eyes with a smile both mischievous and sultry. “Take her.”

  He thrust forward, burying several inches inside her tight passage. She screamed, hands clawing at the sheets. Oh God, Oh God. There’s a dragon inside of me. I’m having sex with a dragon!

  Her thoughts earned a chuckle from Wilburn, who thrust again, plunging still deeper inside of her.

  Zuha stared down between them at the place where their flesh met. “That is beautiful.”

  Her fingers found Athena’s clit and began rubbing it in circles, making her seize up and clamp down on Wilburn’s length over and over. Oh God, it feels so good!

  Another powerful thrust and he was buried to the hilt inside of her.

  “Oh fuck!” she squealed.

  Zuha slowed her fingers, but only for as long as Wilburn gave Athena to adjust to his invading girth. Several moments later he began to slowly pull out and thrust back inside of her, and she timed her fingers to his movements. Steadily he picked up the pace.

  His mouth found Zuha’s and he kissed her as he pounded into Athena, moaning into her mouth as Athena cried out with her own pleasure. She spasmed as an orgasm crashed through her body, rolling into another as he continued his assault. Another hit only moments later. Oh God, I can’t take anymore!

  He came, exploding deep inside of her, filling her with his seed. Power flooded into her then into him. He felt that spark inside of her swell, shining with invisible but palpable light.

  Zuha giggled. “Wow, I guess that takes care of tha—whoa!”

  Wilburn surged forward, lifting her from Athena’s prone form and spilling her backwards onto the bed. His still hard member found her ready entrance and he thrust inside of her. She threw her head back, eyes wide, mouth open in a soundless scream of ecstasy.

  Her legs tried to wrap around him but his waist was too thick. Her hands tried to claw at his back and shoulders but met only scales. She thrashed and writhed and rose to meet his thrusts, eager and overwhelmed. “Oh, yes!”

  She was so small beneath him that he couldn’t reach her mouth for a kiss. On the other hand, the advantage of their size difference and his newly increased strength allowed him to grab her hips with one hand and move her. He pulled her forward with every thrust so that he buried himself to the hilt over and over in rapid succession until she cried out, her pleasure overwhelming her as she came.

  She collapsed backwards, breathing heavily, her breasts rising and falling, glistening with a fresh layer of perspiration. “That was unexpected.”

  He started thrusting again. Her eyes went wide. “You’re still hard? Oh!”

  He brought her again, this time coming with her, his seed spilling from her passage as he pulled free, still erect. Something burned inside of him. It needed out, needed release. It was more than simple sexuality—it was power. He needed to expel it.

  “Guess it’s my turn again,” Athena said, from beside them. She’d rolled onto her side and propped herself up on one elbow to watch. She spread her legs for him before Wilburn had even moved. He was quickly between her legs and spearing himself deep inside of her.

  She gasped, staring up into his eyes, her hands on his hard chest. “Come inside me,” she moaned. “Take me. Let it go, Baby. That’s it.”

  He did take her. He took her until she exploded again and he followed suit. This time, the power inside of him welled up, overflowing. It was like a liquid. He could soak it all up, pulling it back into his own well for later…or, he sensed a hunger in that light shining inside of Athena. He fed the power to it, instinctively understanding that she craved it. Needed it.

  Athena screamed, a scream of primal ecstasy louder even than before. The entire plane shook as his power flooded her and her light ignited, transforming into a raging inferno. The shaking grew louder, stronger, and then tapered off as they came down, the plane having risen up into the air.

  Wilburn collapsed to the bed, utterly spent. Both Zuha and Athena curled up into him, breathing hard. Wilburn couldn’t put his finger on it, but something about his connection with Athena had changed. Sleep tugged at his exhausted mind and he grinned, baring his fangs. He didn’t know what it was, but it was definitely a change for the better.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Wilburn was dreaming. He knew it was a dream just as surely as he’d
know if he were awake. He stood in the courtyard of his mind palace, the constellation of his house shining down on the forest of towers that had grown out of it. Three of the spires seemed tall enough that they just might reach it. Somehow, he knew that asleep like this he would not be able to enter any of them.

  The castle had filled out, becoming filled with more buildings and chambers, including what he knew to be an armory and a great hall for feasting. The armory not only gave a sense of non-entry, but heavy chains barricaded the doorway, which had also been crossed with yellow CAUTION tape that was at odds with the entire medieval motif.

  The great hall, however, welcomed him. The doors were cast wide open, spilling forth light and merriment. He wanted to go there. He sensed…life was in there. Too vivid and tumultuous and vital to be a mere dream. Was this all in his head?

  “I thought,” he said, hoping that the two voices might appear. “That I had to consciously create this place in my head to come here?”

  The invisible weight of delicate hands settled on his shoulders from behind. He breathed a sigh of relief. After seeing the two-headed dragon he hadn’t been sure if they’d still be here. Despite the differences in these voices and that of the dragon’s there was no doubt in Wilburn’s mind that they were the same people.

  “There are many different ways to come here,” they said. “Each one for a different task. You have grown powerful enough that your mind palace welcomes you into it now, even as you sleep.”

  Wilburn glanced at the boarded-up armory and then at the forbidden towers. “I’m not feeling very welcomed.”

  “The barricades are your own doing, protecting yourself. Your powers will not allow you to make permanent changes whilst you are asleep, no matter your strength. It is a natural bit of self-preservation possessed by all primus. Imagine what might happen to someone growing up, still growing in their power, if they could spend their experiences in the midst of a nightmare.”

  That didn’t sound like it would be particularly beneficial.

  “And that?” he asked, gesturing toward the armory. “Why am I not allowed in there? I’ve never seen it before.”

  “You have not seen most of your own mind palace yet,” the voices said, and they sounded sad. “You’ve not had much opportunity. That is where you shall learn to try your abilities. A safe place for you to practice and come to understand what you are capable of without putting those around you or yourself at risk.”

  Wilburn grunted. “That would have been very useful earlier.”

  “You acquitted yourself well,” the voices said.

  “You were watching the whole time?” He tried his best not to sound accusatory as he said this.

  “We are trying to let you grow on your own, to not dictate your choices or influence you. You’ve had more than enough of that already.”

  Wilburn’s head buzzed with a familiar cottony feel. “W-what?”

  “The effects are still lingering,” the voices said sadly, and invisible hands caressed his temples. “No one will ever control you again, Wilburn. And we will never allow anyone to hurt you as House Vespa intended. For all their talk, Toxin would have murdered you for what you did to her son.”

  “I didn’t mean to,” Wilburn said, a note of apology in his voice.

  “Why not?” the voices asked.

  “Huh?”

  “The world is yours for the taking, Wilburn,” the voices said. “Whatever you desire, whatever you want, we have ensured that you have the power to take it. To change it. To survive it. You are not invincible and you are not a god, despite our best efforts, but you shall be one of the most powerful forces on this plane of existence.”

  Wilburn swallowed. “Why?

  It seemed a stupid question. Like the old expression about looking a gift horse in the mouth. It also wasn’t something he could ignore. People did not just randomly give out power like this. Not, and expect nothing in return.

  “Because you promised once to be our dragon,” the voices said. “And our dragon cannot be weak. Because we and our House are broken but through you will be reborn. Because we can. Because many reasons.”

  He felt a pair of faces pressing into his back, arms, slender and petite, enfolding him in an embrace. “Most of all because we love you,” the voices whispered.

  “You don’t even know me,” he whispered back.

  “We’ve known you since you were born,” the voices said. “We have watched you, have been furious at your treatment, and now we have corrected House Draco’s gravest mistake.”

  That last was said with such venom that he flinched. “And what was that?”

  “Taking you from us,” the voices hissed.

  Wilburn swallowed. He wanted to ask, ‘Is that why you killed them?’ but refrained. Not because he was afraid that the voices would be offended or hurt him. Because he was afraid that they would leave. “Let me see you.”

  The voices did not answer.

  “Please?”

  “You should visit the hall,” the voices said. “Your tables are being set. You’ve extolled the newest member of our House. You should be proud. We certainly are.”

  The arms released him and, instinctively knowing that no more would be said on the previous subject, Wilburn entered the hall. It was filled with light and the smell…it was an aroma of pleasure. Of everything good he had ever smelled in the kitchen all at once, indistinct and yet not muddled, somehow all coming together to create a sense of ease and relaxation, even as his mouth watered.

  Three long tables ran the length of the hall with a great, raised table at the head of them all running perpendicular to them. An enormous high-backed chair carved with dragons sat at the center of that table, positioned to look out over everyone and everything. Lights, familiar lights, in the shape of people sat at the different tables.

  At his right, which would be at the left were he to take that dragon-carved seat, sat the greatest congregation of lights. On the other far side, sat two humanoid lights, each at different ends of the table. One gave off a sense of sheer joy, the other seemed more subdued and withdrawn. And at the center table there sat only a single light. It seemed pleased to be at the table and at the same time confused as to how it got there.

  “Athena,” Wilburn said, looking at the light sitting by herself. The he looked over to the table seated with two. “Zuha and Demetrius.” Zuha’s light shone significantly brighter than Demetrius’s. He was willing to bet that before she had been bound to him that that hadn’t been the case.

  “All the treasures of House Draco,” whispered the voices. “Our sin before was to forget that we are dragons, that though we hoard our treasures, they are no less precious for it. We would urge you to keep them all well, but we already know that you will.”

  “Why’s Athena by herself?” he asked.

  Now that she was his focus, could sense lines of connection flowing from her out of his hall, out of his castle, and out into the world. He knew that, were he awake, he might be able to tug on them, or follow them to whoever or whatever they connected her two. For now, though, he understood that he could no more do that than he could enter his Towers. He was, after all, asleep.

  It was, however, interesting to note though that she had such powerful connections. In fact, they were so bright that he had to look hard to find the splintered and broken thread connecting her to Demetrius. What was left of it was quickly unravelling. Soon it would snap completely.

  “Because she is the only one you have extolled. The Table of Famulus, the Table of Virgas, and the Table of the Extolled. Each has a different bond with you. Do not worry, I suspect that none of your tables shall remain empty for long.” The voices sounded very pleased about that.

  Wilburn gave a slow nod, then gestured to the table at the head. “What about that?”

  “That is the seat for you and your mates. Your Table of Nobilitatis. Nobility.”

  “My seat’s the only one up there,” Wilb
urn said, a little uneasily.

  “For now,” the voices agreed. “You care for all your treasures, but love has not turned to partnership yet. I think Zuha might be close, though only time will tell who you truly share your heart with and who will share theirs with you in return.”

  “Where is your seat?” Wilburn asked. “Shouldn’t you be at the Table of Nobility?”

  A sensation of warmth and pleasure washed over him from behind. “We would be honored. But you do not love us. Not yet. Maybe not ever. We hope…but that is for you to decide. Later. When you truly know us.

  “Now take your seat and savor being surrounded by your treasures,” the voices said, and Wilburn swore he could hear their smile. “After all, that’s what dragons do.”

  Chapter Twenty

  Wilburn awoke with Zuha and Athena sleeping on either side of him in the bed, all three of them naked and very much human. He breathed a sigh of relief. Being a dragon was badass, but it would have really complicated things if he’d been stuck that way. No matter the fun that he’d just had.

  Gently, he extricated himself from the girl’s limbs and the sheets, careful not to disturb them. He felt a swell of pride in his chest as he looked at their sleeping and thoroughly exhausted forms. A primitive and very masculine part of himself cheered the sight, going ‘oh yeah, we did that.’

  He found clothing in the closet, slipped it on, and crept quietly out of the room, careful not to wake the girls. He grinned. Could either of them really be called girls? Athena was pretty, but she was almost twice his age. And Zuha was as old as he was but had been living in a much more dangerous world than he her entire life. Women then. Definitely women.

  Stepping out into the main cabin, he found their party split neatly in two. On one side, gathered around a sofa or sitting on the floor if there wasn’t enough space, was Buddy, Siobhan, Belinda, and Stacy. On the opposite end, closer to the pilot’s cabin, sat Demetrius, with the unnamed blonde curled into one side and the Korean student sitting placidly on his other. Stacy was on her feet the instant she saw him.