Hunted Dragon

by Isa Hunt

  I wanted to argue, I wanted to snatch back my phone – but I knew that they were right. The phone stopped ringing, and the chance to speak to my brother was gone.

  “There,” I muttered. “It's stopped ringing. Can you give it back now?”

  “You are not going to use it, right?” asked Sergei.

  “Do you think I want Artemis's goons on us again? Of course, I'm not going to use it. Not until you've . . . done whatever you need to do to prevent them tracking us.”

  Sergei nodded, and Benoit gave me my phone back. I stuffed it angrily into my bag and turned to stare out of the window, not wanting to look at either of them. I felt terrible; I felt like a fool for having been the one who had brought the enemy right to our doorstep, every step of the way, and I felt like an awful person for ignoring my brother's call, when he so desperately needed help.

  “Don't feel bad,” said Benoit gently, as if sensing how I felt. “You didn't know.”

  “And now that you do know,” added Sergei, “don't feel guilty about not answering your brother's calls. I promise you, I'll get that phone fixed as soon as I can so that they can't track it, and then you'll be able to speak to him again, okay?”

  I still felt like too much of an idiot to speak, or even look at the guys, so I simply nodded, still staring out the window. Some dragon “queen” I was.

  We didn't speak at all for the rest of the way, and by the time we finally got to the cabin in the mountains, all I wanted to do was lie down and rest. I figured there would be plenty of time to go find whatever it was that Li-wun wanted me to dig out of the fireplace. All I wanted to do at this point was rest.

  The “cabin” was actually a pretty large stone house with a number of rooms. As far as I could tell, it was pretty isolated too; there were no lights from other places anywhere nearby, just mountains and woods. It certainly would be a perfect place to lay low for a while.

  As soon as the pilot dropped us off, I told the guys I was going to lie down. They wanted to go and patrol the woods anyway to make sure there was nobody around, so it was all good. They both stripped down and shifted into their animal forms so that they could make use of their senses of smell and night vision in the woods. I had to admit that Sergei's tiger form was pretty magnificent, and I couldn't stop staring at him. I had never seen a tiger up close before.

  They disappeared into the woods, and I went into the cabin, found a bedroom with a big, comfortable bed, and lay down. I got hastily undressed, and didn't bother to look for any sleepwear; I was exhausted and burned out, so I just got into bed naked, and sleep came within seconds.

  It felt like about two seconds had passed, that I had just closed my eyes when I was woken by the sound of voices.

  Already on edge from everything that had happened up to this point, I sat bolt upright in the bed and felt fear pounding immediately through my body. Then the voices outside my door stopped, and I saw the doorknob turning slowly.

  “Oh shit,” I murmured as it opened – but then a wave of relief washed over me as Benoit's face popped through the door.

  “Oh, sorry, did we wake you?” he asked. “We were trying to talk quietly.”

  “What uh . . . what time is it?” I mumbled, still feeling half-asleep.

  “You've been asleep for around three hours,” he said. “We just got back. We've scoured the place, and there's no sign of anyone within a radius of about ten miles. We're totally safe here. Also, I just spoke to Paul on the phone. He and Rex will be here sometime in the morning. But for now, don't worry about anything – you're safe.”

  “Thank God,” I murmured, and flopped back down onto the bed. “I just feel . . . Jeez, I feel totally drained after everything that's happened,” I said.

  I was going to tell him to go and just let me sleep, but then I remembered what Li-wun had told me about my sacred mates giving me chi. And a good dose of chi, I figured, was probably just what I needed about now.

  “Hey, Benoit, why don't you come in,” I said. “I'm feeling a little more awake. Sergei too.”

  “Are you sure?” he asked.

  “Positive,” I said with a smile, feeling the warmth of desire already starting to spread through my body.

  He and Sergei both walked in. Both were nude, aside from their boxer briefs, as they had just shifted back from their animal forms and probably hadn't had time to put on the rest of their clothes yet. I was now able to stare unabashedly at Sergei's near-nude form, which was, admittedly, pretty glorious. He was very wide and bulky, almost like a bodybuilder. It was obvious that he spent a ton of time in the gym lifting weights. He definitely had maybe forty or fifty pounds on Benoit, who was of the same height, but of a much leaner build, more like an MMA fighter or male model. Where Benoit was angular, Sergei was rounder – but definitely all muscle, and there was no belly on him, just a flat, solid six-pack, although his muscles weren't as defined and ripped as Benoit's, as Benoit seemed to have next to no body fat on him at all.

  Both men walked slowly up to the bed, standing on opposite sides of me, and I could see the fire of desire in their eyes – in Benoit's intense green eyes, and Sergei's ice blue ones.

  “I need some energy, some power from both of you,” I said, slowly looking both men in the eyes. “And you, as my sacred mates, know just how to give it to me, don't you?”

  Each of them smiled knowingly.

  “Come on, get in,” I said. “But take those briefs off, you won't need those right now.”

  Both men dutifully removed their underwear. Benoit's beautiful, huge cock sprang out, already swelling and stiffening with excitement. I stared appreciatively at it for a while and then reached out to take it in my hand and started stroking it softly as he knelt down to my left.

  I then glanced to my right, where Sergei had also knelt down next to me, and got a good close look at his cock too. Like Benoit's, it was swelling rapidly, and although he had neither Benoit's length nor girth, it was well above average, and I was already looking forward to playing with it.

  I reached out and wrapped my fingers around it, and Sergei gasped with pleasure. Benoit, meanwhile, slowly lifted the covers off me, revealing my naked body. As he reached down and began to play in soft, delicate touches with my nipples, Sergei started to run his fingers through my hair and gently but determinedly started to pull my head toward his cock.

  I knew what he wanted, and I stared up into his eyes as I opened my lips and took his stiffening manhood into my mouth. He gasped again, and a shudder ran through his immensely muscular body as I started to move my mouth back and forth, sucking gently on his now-hard cock. I felt Benoit's fingers tightening their grip on my nipples; either he was jealous of the attention I was giving Sergei's cock, or watching me suck another man's dick turned him on. Either way, it was turning me on, and hot, delectable wetness began to grow in the center of my womanhood.

  Sergei continued to stroke my hair and pull my face into his long, stiff prick, gasping and shuddering with pleasure as I teased him with my sucking and the swirling motion of my tongue. Benoit's firm touches grew even firmer, and now he was twisting and squeezing my nipples and breasts with enough force to hurt. I gasped as a sharp pain ripped through my left breast – but it was a pleasurable pain, and the wetness down below grew, as did the heat. Without breaking eye contact with Sergei, I reached down, grabbed Benoit's wrist and directed it to my pussy. He felt right away how slick it was, how swollen it was, and his hand sensed the eager, welcoming heat radiating from it. His finger slid right in, and as he continued to manipulate my breast and nipple with his free hand, with his other hand, he started moving his finger inside me, massaging my G-spot with a firm, regular pressure.

  I moaned softly with arousal and pleasure and felt the welcome stirrings of an orgasm building up inside me. I began to suck with more pressure and urgency on Sergei's steel-hard cock, and I felt his whole body stiffen with eagerness as he grabbed my hair in fistfuls and pulled me onto him, sliding his thick member deeper into my mouth.


  Benoit started to increase the fervency and pressure of his finger motion on my G-spot, and I couldn't help but arch my back and spread my legs wider open, my gasps and moans of bliss muffled by the hard dick in my mouth. I felt so on fire, so fiercely aroused as these two alphas used my body and pleasured me, that I was as wet as I had ever been.

  The orgasm was definitely on its way now. I started bobbing my head up and down with more speed and urgency on Sergei's cock as the waves of pleasure boosted through me. Benoit was working my G-spot with tremendous vigor now, and suddenly the orgasm ripped through my body as if coming out of nowhere. I mean, I had known it was on its way, but I had had no idea that it would hit so fast.

  Sergei's dick popped out of my mouth as I cried out, gasping and shivering with the intensity of the orgasm as it tore through me.

  Benoit didn't give me any time to rest, though; he was ready to take me, and I was ready to be taken. His enormous, beautiful prick was stiff to the point where it looked as if it were about to burst, and having had that huge thing inside me once before, I wanted nothing more badly at this moment than to have it in me again.

  He saw it in my eyes, and I saw it in his. He lowered himself onto me, and we maintained deep, intense eye contact as he started to slip his monstrous member into me, even as I stroked and rubbed Sergei's cock with my right hand, mere inches from my lips.

  I gasped and let out a long, slow moan as Benoit began to fill me up. Every inch of him felt magnificent as he stretched me out from the inside. As he slid himself into me, Sergei gently cupped my chin with his one hand and turned my face toward him. He fed his cock into my lips with his other hand. He liked being in my mouth, that much was for sure.

  Now I shifted my eyes from Benoit's beautiful green eyes to Sergei's ice blue orbs, which were hard and aggressive, the eyes of a soldier rather than Benoit's poet eyes. Each of these men had a very different type of energy, and each turned me on in a very different way . . . but regardless of how I was turned on by each man, the fact was that each of them made me hot and wet.

  I wanted to please them as much as I wanted them to please me, and as I licked on and swirled my tongue around the tip of Sergei's wonderfully hard cock, I stared up at him with a gaze of mock innocence, even as Benoit started to thrust in and out of me, gripping and squeezing my breasts with an almost fierce force as he fucked me.

  Now waves of intense pleasure were tearing through me, and I could feel yet another orgasm coming on. I never once broke eye contact with Sergei as I started to suck hard on his dick, moving my head in a quick, steady rhythm as he gripped fistfuls of my hair and stared lustfully at me, gasping and shuddering with every one of his hard muscles bulging.

  Benoit, meanwhile, was grunting and gasping with pleasure as he started hammering away with increasing ferocity. His huge manhood was sending rip after rip of sheer, potent bliss through my body, and I knew that an orgasm was about to tear through me.

  Benoit now began jackhammering with a frenetic speed, and finally, I came for the second time. Bliss and ecstasy blasted through my body, and as I cried out with the intensity of it, Benoit came too, driving himself as deep as he could into me as he convulsed and roared out with the fire of his own orgasm. And as he came, Sergei sprayed the sudden force of his orgasm across my breasts, drenching them with the warm, creamy wetness of his release.

  And as we all came, I felt it – chi flowing into me, and flowing through my veins. Each man fell to either side of me, draping their muscular arms across my naked body. I first kissed Sergei, and then turned and kissed Benoit.

  “Thank you, my handsome, studly mates,” I murmured. “I needed that. I'm feeling better already.”

  “I am too,” murmured Benoit. “But I'd be happy to do it again . . . if you need more chi.”

  “I'll give you as much chi as you need,” said Sergei.

  “Well then,” I said with a smile, “I won't say no to more chi. Come on . . . hand it over . . . ”

  And then we started a whole new round . . .

  CHAPTER 19 – KELLY

  I didn't know what time it was, but the gray light of dawn was beginning to lighten the room. I disentangled myself from the pile of naked bodies, taking care not to wake Benoit or Sergei. They needed their sleep, after all the energy they had handed me through the night. I, meanwhile, was feeling fully energized now.

  I walked out, feeling the cold, brisk mountain air on my skin. The mountains! After dreaming of mountains my whole life, I was finally able to see real mountains, to experience their wonder in real life. I couldn't wait to go flying over them in my dragon form – although I knew I needed more practice with holding my form before I could go too far or get too high.

  I took a quick shower and put on some clean clothes that I found in a wardrobe, and by the time I had done that the first golden shafts of sunlight were piercing the gaps in the drapes.

  I thought then of Li-wun, and a great sadness came over me. I wished that I could have had more time with her; there were so many things I could have learned from her, so many questions about all of this I still needed to ask her. Still, as sad as I was, I was grateful for the time we had spent together, and what she had taught me.

  I remembered now that she had made me promise to look in the fireplace for whatever it was that was hidden there. I figured that now was as good a time as any to check it out, so I walked through to the large living room, with the big stone fireplace, and knelt down in front of it. I dug around in the ashes for a while and soon found the loose stone she had told me about. I lifted it up, coughing as a cloud of ash rose. After the dust settled, I saw there was a deep hole in the fireplace, around the size of a shoebox. I reached into it and found what seemed to be a strong metal box, which I pulled out.

  I carried it over to the center of the living room and popped it open – it didn't have a lock on it. Inside there were only two things: an ancient book, that seemed to be a couple of hundred years old, and a beautiful ruby pendant, set in a gold necklace. I picked up the necklace and immediately felt that this was no ordinary piece of jewelry. No, this was special. Very special. It was almost as if power emanated from the jewel, and as I held it, I could feel this power beginning to flow through me, amplifying my chi and energy.

  I then looked at the title of the ancient book: The Dragon Stone: Its Uses For The Dragon Queen.

  A knowing smile came across my face. This was what Li-wun had wanted to give me, and I felt sure that learning to use this jewel would have been the final part of my training under her. And while she was not here to train me in its uses, there was at least this book.

  Interrupting this moment of solemn solitude, my phone started to ring. I knew who was calling before I even looked at the number. As soon as I saw the number, my suspicions were confirmed.

  “I'm sorry, Jason,” I said to the ringing phone. “I can't talk to you. Not yet . . . But I promise you, I promise you, little brother, I will find you, and I will save you, somehow. I promise you this, from the bottom of my heart.”

  The ringing eventually stopped, and I was left with only the silence of the room. But now, there was something else, something I had needed for a long time, something that had been Li-wun's final gift to me: hope.

  I now knew that I could become the dragon queen that they all wanted me to be. All doubt about myself and my abilities was gone. I knew who I was, and what I was.

  “I am the dragon queen,” I whispered to the rising sun. “I am the dragon queen.”

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  THE END

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