Dragon Greed

by Kelly Armenta

  Amras smiled and reached for me, then softly murmured while his hands slowly moved the towel over me, his large eyes holding my gaze. I felt my heart stutter in my chest at the feel of his hands caressing me. Meanwhile Kit moved behind me and used another towel to soak up some of the water from my hair. His lips rained small kisses over my shoulder while Amras went to a knee before me, running the towel slowly down my thigh and over my calf and foot. When he moved up the other leg, his fingers brushed me and he hummed, low and pleasing in his throat.

  Kit picked me up and behind me I heard Stela and Talon scramble out of the shower, while Amras led the way to my bed, removing his tunic as he went. Kit placed me in the middle of the bed and stood back to slowly unbutton his red silk shirt, his eyes moving over me slowly.

  Amras’ boot hit the floor just as Kit slid his shirt off his shoulders and slowly down his arms. The second boot hit the floor and I licked my lips and rose to my knees, motioning Amras onto the bed. He smiled and crawled to me gracefully, then knelt before me. My fingers reached for the laces on his leather pants while his hand spread over my breast and began gently kneading. When his pants were opened enough I reached in and cupped him in my palms.

  “Amin mela lle tarien.” I love you Princess, he breathed against my cheek as my hands slid around him and eased his pants off his hips.

  “Amras, we found a way… didn’t we?” I whispered and kissed him while he pushed his pants over his thighs. I reached to touch him as Kit slid onto the bed beside us. I turned to him, finding his lips and kissing him deeply. Amras moved down my body and teased his way across my stomach to my nest of curls. I moaned and clutched at Kit beside me. The bed dipped and Talon and Stela joined us, one to each side.

  “See the way she moves for him?” Kit breathed softly. “Our Lord Amras loves the Mistress and pleases her well. She likes the way his tongue caresses her, and the feel of his hair as it whispers over her body.”

  “Kit?” I moaned, and he eased his body around my shoulder and head among the pillows, caressing my cheek.

  “Hush Mistress, let me help you,” he told me. Amras continued to stroke me with his mouth, and my eyes closed, allowing myself to simply enjoy his touch. “Feel her skin,” Kit murmured. “It is like silk beneath your fingertips,” and hands brushed my waist and breasts softly. “Taste her,” he urged. “She tastes of cinnamon and cloves. Cinnamon from the bark of a tree that when it is pounded produces an oil, hot and spicy and golden in color, not so unlike my mistress. The word Cinnamon means sweet wood. As for Cloves, they are the bud of crimson flowers, an aromatic and potent spice which creates a warming sensation. Cloves are used to prevent impotency, and their shape is similar to that of a man’s sword. Their oil is used to block pain and cleanse wounds,” Kit said in an almost hypnotic voice. His finger and lips never stopped moving over me. “Golden and red, warming and potent, sweet and hot… does that not describe my Mistress?”

  Kit said nothing for several minutes, which allowed me to focus on feeling what Amras was doing to me. The pressure inside me built, quickly pooling in my middle. My breath came in soft pants and I reached for the bedding, gripping it tightly as I raised my hips to Amras and felt my climax come upon me. It was exquisite and stole my breath away, causing the others on the bed to murmur in pleasure. There was a shifting and Amras moved to my side while Stela took his place. Amras leaned down and bit me softly upon my breast and my back arched off the bed.

  Stela’s tongue slid into me and I cried out, while Amras gently lathed my breast with his tongue. I shuddered, lifting myself to him while Kit urged him on. “Slide your finger into her to feel her sweet moistness,” he breathed, and a finger slipped inside of me. I shuddered and moved my hips silently, asking for more. His tongue found me and it wasn’t long before I was moaning and shuddering once again. When Stela would have kept at it, Kit cautioned him. “If you give her but a moment… she will enjoy it more. And if you allow her to savor the feel without rushing her, there is always time for one more. She will let you know when she is ready,” he told them softly. “It is an art,” he murmured. Kit then reached down my body and slowly ran his fingertip up into me so that I arched at his touch. “You must play my Mistress gently and she will sing for you like no other.”

  Stela’s finger was still inside of me. It felt good to me and I lifted myself up, trying to pull him in deeper. Stela hummed and lowered his mouth to me, again at Kit’s urging. “Harder,” Kit murmured, and his mouth moved upon me and his finger set a rhythm which my body echoed. I quickly reached orgasm and cried out once again. Amras’ mouth found my breast and sucked me hard, causing me to come yet again. My head tossed from side to side and I moaned, soft and low, while the bed shifted as Talon replaced Stela. This time Kit offered no assistance and Talon apparently needed none, because he set upon me and soon had me writhing beneath him, just as he’d wished for. Twice more and I was panting and clutching at Amras, who hummed and slid down my body while Talon moved out of his way. And then he was pressing himself into me, and I reached for him, and called his name as he filled me. I pushed my door open at Kit’s whispered urging and coated the five of us with my desire. Stela and Talon cried out, while Kit whispered what he wished to do to me against my ear, and Amras rode my body.

  “Look at me, Princess,” Amras called to me. I opened my eyes and stared up at him and his shield dropped away. I came quickly to the feel of his passion for me, and he pressed himself in deeper, matching my release with his own. My arms reached for him and held him tightly for a moment, then he slipped from my body and Kit rose over me and straddled me, easing slowly down the length of me. His knee spread my legs and he placed himself at my opening. His hands reached for mine and pulled them over my head, holding both my wrists there in one of his hands.

  “Are you ready, Mistress?” he asked, his voice low and dangerous. I bit my lip and nodded. “Then take me,” he breathed and rammed himself inside of me, growing even as he entered me, so that I choked and reared up at the feel. He held my hands and pummeled me against the bed. “Come for me,” he breathed. I cried out and felt liquid heat invade my body. “Again,” he called and I jerked and moaned softly. “Open it.”

  I reached for my door and shoved it all the way open, and he arched against me, absorbing the red waves of lust in through his skin. His hips became frantic and his eyes nearly glowed. “More,” I breathed. He chuckled and then I felt him grow larger until I was forced to cry out, shuddering. His breathing was harsh and his hair covered us both when he reared back and his body went stiff. His eyes closed and I felt his release against my cervix. He lowered himself onto me and I wrapped my arms around him, sinking my fingers into his hair while I squeezed him tightly. His lips found my cheek and nibbled their way down to my earlobe, which he sucked between his teeth and I shivered and twitched beneath him.

  “Mmmm, perfect,” he breathed against my ear. I wrapped my other leg around his and raised my hips. Amras brushed my hair from my face, leaning down to softly kiss me from where he had relocated himself above me among my pillows. His fingers stroked my forehead and I purred low in my throat. Beside us on the bed both Stela and Talon moaned, causing me to reach for them. I brushed their bodies and felt them each tremble at my touch.

  Several minutes later Kit pushed himself to his elbows and kissed my tattoo with a grin. “Jace made me promise that I would feed you,” he said, and a tray appeared on the bed within arm’s reach of Amras. The smell sent my stomach to rumbling and caused Amras and Kit to chuckle. Kit urged me to move higher onto the bed so that my head was resting in Amras’ lap, then he lowered his head to my chest and proceeded to amuse himself by teasing my nipples with his long delicate fingers and tongue. After the second time I nearly aspirated my food, causing Amras to make a low warning sound. Kit just chuckled and tried to behave himself. Amras fed me while I silently watched Talon and Stela, who looked like they had been rode hard and put away wet. You would have thought by looking at them, that they had been
beneath Kit instead of me.

  Both of them growled low at my thought and Stela turned his pale bronze eyes up to me with a warning look. “He is attractive, Mistress, but I much prefer you,” Kit teased. Stela speared him with look that clearly indicated he was not amused and he nearly bristled on the bed.

  “The Mistress does not share her men … with anyone,” Amras offered in a calm voice. “Kit merely teases you, as is his way. Rising to his bait will encourage him to try harder. No one here engages in ‘edan a’ edan’. It is not necessary and would not be tolerated.”

  I flicked my eyes to Amras, who gave me a lopsided smile and held my fork for me. “Man to man, eh?” I asked, and he nodded. Stela seemed to calm down while Talon remained laying on the bed with his eyes closed. He had not seemed troubled by Kit’s comments. Either the subject was not offensive to him or he did not see it as a problem. Perhaps living among men, it was the former which led to the latter. Talon sighed and flipped over onto his stomach. He braced himself on his forearms and looked at me calmly, his eyes holding mine as he reached out a hand and ran it slowly over Kit’s bottom and the back of his thigh. Kit abruptly reared up from me and turned to glare at Talon, who merely raised an eyebrow while I watched in shock. Above me Amras froze, and seemed to hold his breath. Kit growled low and threateningly.

  “Your Demon should not make offers he is clearly unwilling to satisfy,” Talon remarked, his tone calm and somewhat chiding. It sounded as if he was instructing a child and it caused Kit to nearly sputter, he was so outraged. He growled again and snapped his fingers before I could stop him, and my eyes widened and nearly popped out of my head. Kit had dressed Talon in a dog collar and black chains. He was wearing a leather bustier and a mini skirt. His arms and ankles were shackled together behind his back, so that when he flopped over onto his side his body slightly bowed backwards. His hair was in ponytails like a school girl, and I choked on the bit of egg that was still in my mouth and starting coughing violently.

  Stela muttered in disgust and pushed himself up into a seated position, as if to distance himself from the sight of Talon dressed as a girl. Kit levered himself off of me and knelt between my legs, placing a hand next to Talon’s waist and leaning toward him. His other hand wrapped around the chain that led from Talon’s neck and down to the front of his body, giving it a slight tug. The chain ran between Talon’s legs, and I was betting Kit had purposefully neglected to give Talon any underwear to protect his more sensitive parts.

  Talon growled, and then paled, as the pressure Kit exerted became just a little more intense. “Let me go, Demon,” Talon hissed softly, his pale pink eyes filled with his anger.

  “You were not invited to touch me,” Kit informed him. “My Mistress has freed me from Hell and I will control who may or may not place their hands upon me… except at my Mistress’ command.” The pressure got just a little tighter and Talon seemed to pale slightly while I pushed myself up onto my elbows and stared at the two of them. “I wonder…” Kit breathed as he leaned even closer. Talon’s eyes widened as he held his breath and tried to ease his hips forward to attempt to release the pressure. Surely the chain was mashing his most delicate parts. “If we invited the Silver in here, would we learn something of interest?”

  I swallowed and flicked my gaze to Stela who looked disturbed, as if he was having major masculinity issues. Behind me Amras wrapped his arm around my waist and snuggled closer to me, using my body as a shield.

  “Kit is this necessary?” I asked calmly. He didn’t bother to look at me, but simply stared down at Talon with a narrow look.

  “Mistress, you would not wish your men to fear for their honor would you? I think this should be dealt with now before it becomes a problem. I say we castrate him.”

  “Kit… I know you’re angry because he teased you, but I doubt that is cause for something so drastic. I am certain Talon can control his urges and you insult the others by insinuating they are unable to… make their preferences known, should he lose his head and offend them,” I said nearly choking on the subject matter, which I had no experience with and found extremely distasteful.

  Talon glanced at me and growled softly, his eyes looking both angry and offended. “Tell your Demon to release me. This is unnecessary,” he informed me in a low voice that vibrated with anger.

  “See Kit, this is unnecessary. You should let him go. I don’t wish to have any nightmares, please.”

  Kit growled and looked determined and I chewed my lip and glanced between them. “If I castrate him, Mistress, perhaps your other Gray will be better suited and prefer you to me.” He snapped his fingers and there appeared on the bed the image of another man, who was well made and had soft gray eyes and a shaved head. His shoulders were wide, his chest deep and he had dimples and a smile and lips that looked very kissable. He was dressed in jeans and a light gray shirt that showed off his fine body and I stared back at the image and licked my lips.

  Talon hissed and his eyes shifted and began whirling softly. “Hell spawn,” Talon growled and Kit lifted an eyebrow and stared down at him. “I am no lover of men and well you know it. Why don’t you come to the point and say what this is really about?” He demanded.

  Kit gave the chain a yank and Talon’s eyes closed in pain, and then opened again brighter than ever. “Apologize for taking liberties,” he demanded and Talon’s shoulders bulged as he pulled at his chains behind his back.

  “My pardon,” Talon hissed and glared back at Kit.

  “Not to me, you idiot! To my Mistress for what you did to her in the Sidhe, both in the bathroom and within the cavern.”

  Talon looked shocked, his head reared back and he glanced up at Kit who looked as if he might explode from the anger within him. His eyes flicked to me and I knew I was likely looking pale and shaken.

  “I have already explained my actions,” Talon growled.

  “Explained… you did not apologize for striking her or for stabbing her repeatedly,” he growled and yanked the chain again so that Talon cried out and writhed upon the bed. “You buried your knives to their hilts in her until she was covered in her own blood and looked like one of the bodies upon the sands from yesterday!” he yelled. I pushed back against Amras and made a frightened noise in my throat. “Look at her!” he growled and Talon’s gaze rose slowly to me. “That is my Mistress… who you forced me to watch nearly die because of your fear and pride! She is priceless to me and you... you son of a she goat are not!”

  Talon blinked back his anger and glanced back at Kit. “She has already forgiven me,” he replied more calmly, “else she would not have allowed me near her as she did in the shower.”

  Kit bared his teeth and his knuckles turned white from the pressure he exerted on the chain. It looked like he was straining to keep from ripping Talon in half. “You fool. She took you and gave you what you thought you wanted. You gave her nothing except power over you. Do not think for one second that because she knows her duty it touched her heart. She could use you all day long and spit you out. Did she not tell you that? That you should not mistake her use of you as a declaration of love or devotion? She is part Demon… and is learning her nature well. She will tolerate you because she has been told she must, but if you want her heart you must earn it. As have we. Could you not tell the difference between our efforts?”

  Talon swallowed and glanced between us while Amras held me tightly and we both watched Kit in wide-eyed wonder. “How?” he finally replied.

  Kit leaned forward and placed his face not an inch away from Talon. “First you must convince us!” he growled, “and we have not yet forgiven you. I have not yet forgiven you.”

  Talon pressed his head back against the bed and blinked up at Kit, who looked very much like some kind of avenging angel. “Kit… stop please. He cannot help who he is and the sum of his experiences. To punish him is wrong. He is unlike you and the others in that he did not wait for me, or know of me since my birth, or before. You cannot expect him to behave towards women as
you or Amras or the others do. Please,” I breathed. He took a deep breath and slowly released the hold on the chain.

  “I will not allow him to hurt you again, Mistress. You are more than Dragon and I will not ever allow their laws to come between you and your happiness.”

  “I would not ask you to, Kit,” I replied and he nodded once. When he snapped his fingers, Talon went back to just being naked on the bed. He pushed back from Kit with a wary look and rubbed at his wrists. “Kit…” I asked hesitantly. He turned his face to me while Stela glanced between Talon and him and also looked wary. “Who was the man?”

  Kit smiled and glanced back at Talon, who flared his nostrils and narrowed his eyes. “Your Gray, Mistress,” he replied with a touch of spite in his voice. I turned to the wall and the portrait that hung there and pulled air into my lungs. Both the Bronze and the Gray were clearly defined in the light shining down upon them. I could see now that the Bronze was not Stela. I pulled air into my lungs and pushed myself slowly up off Amras, my body tense.

  “And how do you know this?” I whispered, feeling my pulse speed up in my veins.

  Kit lowered his eyes and gave me a wicked smile, tilting his head as if listening to something I could not hear. “Because he and your Bronze are both just now coming around in the living room.”

  No one said anything for a moment, and then Stela leapt off the bed and ran for the door. I glanced at Kit and he quickly snapped his fingers and locked it. Stela reached for the handle and yanked on it in vain, then turned to Kit with a look filled with rage. “Open this door! You may not interfere!” he all but shouted. Kit merely shook his head and crossed his arms over his chest.