by Lacey Savage
She couldn't help but marvel at the way Paul's lips moved up and down Rafael's length, the way his cheeks hollowed with each labored pull on the shaft, the way his saliva left glistening trails of wetness along the dark, velvety skin.
"Jeans. Off. Now.” Rafael barked out the order between heaving breaths. A sheen of perspiration coated his temples.
It had to be taking every bit of stubbornness he possessed to keep from giving in and coming in Paul's talented mouth. Silvana risked another quick peek at the action centered on Rafael's groin and her clit throbbed in frustrated arousal.
She didn't hesitate a moment longer before obeying Rafael's thunderous command. She shucked her jeans as quickly as she could manage it, then tossed them aside.
When she finished, Rafael lifted her by the waist and tossed her backward onto the bed. Before she could figure out what he meant to do with her, he'd gripped her ankles and forced her legs up. Anchoring her feet to his shoulders, he leaned in and, without any warning, dragged the flat part of his tongue in a long swipe across the flushed pink flesh between her legs.
The sounds of Paul's fervent sucking blended with the wet licks Rafael lavished on Silvana's pussy. Through the cacophony of pleasure, her moans rose, unrestrained, above the other passionate noises.
She watched in helpless thrall as Rafael's head moved in rhythmic motions across her mound. Her fingers flew up, fisting in his short curls and pulling him forward. She wanted more. More of his talented tongue, more of his full lips, more of his entire mouth.
Rafael groaned in obvious strain. He couldn't hold out much longer. Neither could she.
Drifting in a blissful fog of euphoric sensation, Silvana confused the vibration that started low in her core with more sexual contentment. The heat blazing through her veins felt like a natural extension of the mind-wrenching pleasure being bestowed upon her clit.
It wasn't until she shredded the bed sheets beneath sharp claws that reality returned in a desperate rush.
She yelped and pulled away from Rafael in a flurry of motion that sent her hurtling toward the far end of the bed. That's when she noticed the scale-covered tail she'd sprouted, which drooped off the bed and reached all the way to the far window.
Tears gathered behind her eyes. She fought to blink them away even as she struggled to pull her foot away from Rafael's grip.
A glaze of raw lust shadowed his dark orbs. He looked directly at her, but judging by the way his face twisted in a grimace of pure pleasure, she realized that against all odds her dragon transformation in mid-progress was the least of his concerns.
While flinging herself as far away from Rafael as she could get without flying out the window, she knocked over the chocolate dildo from its perch on the nightstand with her elbow. She held her breath, thinking it would shatter when it made contact with the hardwood floor.
To her surprise, it remained intact. She reached for it, scooping it between two elongated claws. The moment she touched it, every last semblance of dragon anatomy vanished in the span of a tumbling heartbeat.
She held her breath, not quite willing to believe what had just happened. She knew she hadn't controlled the transformation. So it had to be—
"Ugh! Oh, God!” Rafael's guttural cries drew Silvana's attention back to him. He held on to the torn bed sheet with both hands as his body bucked in helpless surrender.
Paul's eyes drifted closed. He gripped Rafael's ass with both hands, pulling the other man closer as he sucked every last drop of cum from the spasming shaft.
Emboldened by the return of her human disguise, Silvana rushed forward on hands and knees. She gripped Rafael's chin with one hand and tilted his head up. He looked at her with a mixture of awe and bewilderment while his body gave one last quivering shudder, as though not quite sure what just occurred.
She kissed him, then. Not to keep him from asking questions or because she was unsure what else to do, but because at that very moment, she wanted to be close to him. To reassure him that although this entire experience was strange and wondrously puzzling, she was with him all the way.
Her tongue dipped between his lips. He stroked it with his own, rewarding her with an almost inaudible moan when she pulled back a fraction. In an instant, he delved into her mouth, suddenly the aggressor. She could taste herself on him, the musky flavor of her juices mingling with the raw, sensual taste emanating from him.
From the corner of her eye, Silvana saw Paul rise and wipe his mouth. The wicked, taunting grin hadn't vanished. If anything, he looked even more eager for action than he'd been earlier.
Still gripping the dildo firmly in her fist, Silvana broke the kiss and crawled backward on the bed. She beckoned to Rafael with a crooked finger. “Come and get me, baby. I'm all yours."
For a moment, he looked like he might refuse. The tip of his tongue slipped out to wet his lips and he darted a glance in Paul's direction. “And you? Whose are you?"
Paul glanced at Silvana. With a sinful smile, he lifted a shoulder in an apologetic shrug. “Your mother was wrong about me, Sil. My tastes run more toward ... the male persuasion of our species."
She wasn't sure whether to laugh or gape in shock. “So why were you so adamant to get me upstairs, then?"
This time, he had the good sense to look slightly ashamed. “A guy in the dragon community has to keep up appearances, y'know? It's good for business."
"Business,” Silvana echoed.
At the same time, Rafael said, “Dragon?"
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Chapter Eight
Rafael was dreaming. He had to be.
There was no other way to explain the fantasy world in which he found himself. A man and a woman, both wanting him. If that wasn't bizarre enough, there'd been talk of an incubus possessing his body, and now, dragons.
"Here be dragons,” he murmured, shaking his head. Darting a quick glance between Silvana and Paul, he quirked an eyebrow. “Really?"
"No!” Silvana shouted.
"Yep,” Paul said at the exact same instant.
Silvana grimaced. “Well, maybe a little bit."
"You're ... a little bit of a dragon.” Rafael climbed onto the bed and sat back on his heels, stunned.
"Don't listen to her.” Paul clapped him on the shoulder. “She's all dragon. She's just a little shy about it, that's all."
"Shy.” He wondered if this is what being hit by a truck felt like. Giving his head a good shake that did absolutely nothing to clear it, he quirked an eyebrow at Silvana. “Yeah, I can see that about her."
He couldn't claim to know Silvana very well, but considering the circumstances under which they'd met, and the way she stormed across the street only to lead him back into a den of temptation, shy wasn't the first adjective he'd use when describing the sexy vixen.
"Hey. I'm right here.” She waved her hand to get their attention, and that's when Rafael noticed the giant cock gripped in her fist.
His mouth dropped open, even as a rush of unexpected heat surged into his groin. “And just what do you intend to do with that?"
She paused, glancing at the dildo as though seeing it for the first time. “I was rather hoping to hold on to it, but if you'd rather—"
"No!” Rafael licked his suddenly dry lips and cleared his throat. “No, that's okay. You keep it."
Before tonight, he'd never even entertained the thought of being intimate with another man. Yet just minutes ago, he'd had his cock expertly sucked by a guy he'd only just met. And worse, he'd liked it.
No ... he'd loved it.
He scrubbed a hand over his face. His ever-attentive cock swelled, apparently more than ready for another round.
Silvana lifted the massive dildo up to her lips. She parted them and swirled the tip of her tongue around the mushroom tip.
Rafael's shaft pulsed. He leaned forward, enthralled, wishing it were his cock slipping between those gorgeous pink lips.
Hands grabbed his buttocks. Broad, powerful hands. Masculine hands.
Rafael's breath caught in his throat. Far from turning him off, the addition of a third lover—a male lover—compounded the excitement cascading through his system.
Silvana released the head of the dildo, which slipped from her mouth with a pop. A moment later, the aroma of chocolate tickled Rafael's nostrils.
She leaned forward and trailed the head of the toy along his bottom lip. “The incubi in your room called this an incubus cocktail.” The bulbous tip veered to his cheek. “Two men...” Down the column of his throat. “A woman...” Back up to his chin, only to settle on his bottom lip again. “And chocolate."
Rafael's heartbeat quickened. His shaft throbbed in agony. It took all his self-control to press his lips together and resist giving the perfectly-formed slit the tiniest of licks. “And this ... this is supposed to help me get rid of whatever's been happening?"
"Yep.” She rubbed the silky head back and forth along his tightly-closed mouth. “But I have a feeling you'll get much more out of the experience if you let yourself enjoy it too."
Rafael gritted his teeth. Frustration rose in his chest, causing his heartbeat to hammer against his ribcage. He pushed her hand away and grabbed her wrists before shoving her down on the bed. He was done being a victim of circumstance. Silvana was right. He would enjoy this encounter. Every moment of it.
God knew things like this didn't happen to him, and might never happen again. If an evil spirit had in fact managed to possess his body, he intended to get something out of it for himself.
He wanted Silvana. All of her. Body, soul, and heart.
Tonight, he'd settle for just having her body. Tomorrow ... he'd get to know her in the way she deserved. Slowly. By taking her out to dinner and a movie, like normal people—instead of invading her dreams and fucking her senseless.
First, though, they had a small incubus problem to attend to.
"You, me, chocolate and ... Paul? That's what it'll take to defeat this thing inside me?"
Silvana nodded. Paul remained silent, but his palms began to move in deliberate circles along the exposed flesh of Rafael's buttocks. When he parted the cheeks and slipped two fingers along the forbidden crevice, Rafael stifled an instinctive cry.
His cock surged forward and he thrust his hips, pinning Silvana down with his weight. “So what are we waiting for?"
She wriggled against the mattress, bringing the swollen folds of her pussy into contact with his shaft. Stroking her hands over his shoulders, she gazed deep into his eyes. “Just you, baby. Just you."
The sheer intensity of emotions swirling in her beautiful eyes nearly knocked the breath from Rafael's lungs. He lowered his head and claimed her mouth in a kiss sweeter than any he'd ever known. The aromatic flavor of chocolate seeped into his senses along with the musky taste of her arousal, which still lingered on his tongue.
He didn't want to pull away. The probing kiss turned long and feral, and what had begun as a mellow exploration quickly transformed into a wild embrace. Silvana's nails raked along the flesh of his back, while Rafael cupped her beautiful breasts, squeezing them together and pinching the taut buds of her nipples.
Their tongues met, twined, dueled. When Paul slipped the tip of a wet finger inside Rafael's tightly puckered back entrance, he was past protests. Past shame and confusion. He shoved his ass closer to Paul's hand in an undulating thrust.
Paul chuckled. “Easy there, big guy. I don't want to hurt you."
Silvana arched her back, bringing her pussy back into contact with his cock. Rafael's hands fell from her breasts to her ribs, then slipped behind her to grip her ass. She knew what he wanted without being asked, and instantly lifted her legs, bringing them up on either side of his hips.
His cock glided inside the creamy wetness of her folds, and a husky groan tore from his throat.
"Yesssssssss!” Silvana gave a low, sibilant hissing cry and arched deeper into the mattress.
The tip of Rafael's shaft slid inside her already soaked cunt. She clung to him with one hand while gripping the chocolate dildo like a lifeline in the other.
His body hummed with arousal. Despite having already come once just minutes earlier, his rock-solid cock felt ready to burst at the slightest provocation.
He got that provocation, times two.
Silvana angled her sweet pussy so he had only to give the smallest of hip motions and his rod would slip all the way inside her. Behind him, Paul coaxed his virgin passage open with two slick fingers. The twin sensations of penetrating and being penetrated nearly drove him out of his mind with frantic, unabashed lust.
Something shifted in his mind—a second presence he hadn't been aware of pounded against the inside of his skull. His vision fogged. Pain slammed into his temples.
Rafael gasped, but before he could make sense of what was happening to him, Paul nudged the wide bulb of his cockhead against the entrance he'd been so expertly taunting until that very moment. The other man's shaft was slick with a substance Rafael wasn't sure he could name. Saliva, maybe? He didn't think Paul had time to find lube, but in his lust-shrouded haze, he supposed anything was possible.
The moment the smooth, thick length began to fill his passage, all logical thoughts fled from Rafael's mind. He remained aware of the shadowy presence raging inside his skull, but it seemed dimmed now, distant. The pain lessened, too, replaced by an intense sensation in his ass that burrowed deep in his groin, tightening his balls and causing his rod to stiffen to unyielding steel.
He pumped in and out of Silvana's tight channel with small, rhythmic undulations of his hips. Paul did the same, slipping in a little farther each time, until rivulets of heat tingled in Rafael's ass.
The pleasure was unlike anything he'd ever imagined. It coursed through his veins, claiming him, possessing him. He arched back against the cock pummeling his ass, while at the same time thrusting forward, wanting to fill Silvana deeper, to hear her sweet, soft mewls of pleasure.
"Rafael ... Rafael ... Rafael..."
She chanted his name in silvery lilting tones sprinkled with gasps of passion. He didn't think he'd ever heard a more arousing sound.
Paul dug his fingernails into Rafael's hips and impaled the full length of his shaft inside his ass. Rafael moaned and rocked his head back. Molten desire strummed his body like a guitar, filling his cock to near bursting.
The pressure inside his mind heightened again, gathering behind his eyes. His vision went dark, but it didn't matter, because he could still imagine Silvana's curvy body writhing beneath him, her glistening pink lips mouthing his name.
He parted his own lips intending to kiss her again, but before he could lower his head, something rigid and smooth slipped along his tongue.
The flavor of chocolate slammed into his senses. Not thinking this time, he wrapped his lips around the dildo and gave it a long, thorough suck. His cheeks hollowed as the bulbous tip nudged the back of his throat. More chocolate melted in his mouth, but the dildo remained surprisingly rigid as he channeled all the raw need pouring through his body into the thick shaft.
Paul's large hands held him steady as the other man pumped his rod in and out of his ass. Pressure built in Rafael's balls, nudging them closer to the base of his shaft.
Silvana's pussy clenched around him, her inner walls heavy and moist, milking him. He brought his hand between them and found the pebbled nub of her clit. He had only to press his thumb to the sensitive bundle of nerve endings and Silvana shattered, her silvery cry filling the room with the sound of ecstasy.
Her climax set off ripples of bliss in his own body. With the chocolate rod filling his mouth and Paul's cock filling his ass, Rafael gave a shudder of deep contentment and let himself tumble into the wrenching surge of erotic ecstasy.
A scream bellowed in his mind. It sounded like his voice, and yet it wasn't. Someone else shrieked as Rafael's cock shuddered in the midst of release. Warm, sticky fluid jetted in thick spurts inside Silvana's channel.
Rafael kept his eyes tight
ly closed, cresting the wave of euphoria. Behind him, Paul stiffened and came with a guttural cry.
Raw, scathing emotions welled up inside Rafael. Some were clearly his own. Others, he didn't recognize, like the dark despair and a hunger so potent it made his stomach clench in ravenous need. The flurry of sensation built and built inside his heart, his mind, his groin. He held on to Silvana like a lifeline while the remnants of his cum trickled into her. All the while the strange emotions threatened to break him open.
Abruptly, his teeth clenched together as the dildo melted into a pool of liquid pleasure on his tongue. The taste of chocolate flooded his mouth one last time, and then he was flying, hurtling through the air, cruelly ripped from Silvana's sweet body and even the comforting presence of Paul's cock.
He tumbled for what seemed like forever, but in reality must have only been a split second. The landing, a harsh drop against the hardwood floor, knocked the breath from his lungs.
In the same instant, clarity returned.
The dark, overwhelming pressure inside his skull eased on a whispered sigh. The myriad emotions clawing at his chest vanished, leaving only his own satiation to flood the rest of his body.
His sight returned, too, though for a moment, he was once again certain he was dreaming.
Before him, splayed out on the king-sized bed, with its tail coiling all the way down to the kitchen, lay a dragon.
A beautiful green dragon with silver eyes nearly eclipsed by dark long lashes. As he watched, the creature ducked its head. Its eyelids drifted closed and a large, glistening tear plopped on the wrinkled sheet beneath its elongated jaw.
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Chapter Nine
Just like a fairy godmother. Gift a girl a gift and take it away with both hands, while leaving the girl humiliated and alone. She should have known better. Madam Periwinkle's chocolate dildo might have saved her sanity, but it ruined her only chance at happiness with the one man she wanted more than she'd ever wanted anyone in her six centuries of existence.
She snorted, and a plume of gray smoke drifted from her giant nostrils. God, she was hideous. If Rafael had any sense at all, he'd be running in horror right about now. Keeping her eyes squeezed tightly shut, Silvana waited for the sound of a slamming door. Or a shattering window, if he was that desperate.