Beastly Passion

by Renee Field

  Too late she realized he was the distraction. Even though she tucked her large wings tight to her frame and forced her body into a freefall, Geirsson’s front dragon claws claimed her. He did not relent, not even when the cool of the cloud cover gave way to the warmth of Castra’s ground. He knew she would have no choice but to land or be crushed by his weight.

  Maeja allowed him his victory. Her feet touched down and then instantly she willed the change so she was once again naked in human form. With her body still purring from the transformation and the exhilarating thrill of becoming a dragon she did not hesitate when Geirsson stroked her back.

  She turned into him, welcoming his claiming lips, planning to feast on them for as long as she could. With how things were going lately that might not be nearly long enough.

  Valdason was shocked to his core. Maeja was nothing like he had been told. She did care for her people. While her ignorance did not excuse what was happening to them it did ease his dragon-heart, evaporating his fear that had whispered she was a heartless queen. Maeja hadn’t known what her law had been doing to them. Realizing she willingly would undergo the thrall caused his cock to jut forward.

  Geirsson claimed her first. Valdason knew then his most erotic fantasy was about to come true. The thought of plunging his cock deep inside Castra’s queen thrilled his dragon.

  Flanking her back once again, Valdason allowed his hands to roam over her silky skin. Her arousal was on the wind. It was a musky, wild dragon scent with an underlayer of flowers that strung a coil of lust around them. Geirsson kissed her and grinned. His captain’s eyes hooked onto Valdason’s. Permission and acceptance radiated from those heated eyes and Valdason was thankful for that.

  He admired Geirsson and was pleased his instincts had not been wrong. Melding his hands between their sweaty, slick bodies he pinched Maeja’s nipples. Her lips finally unsealed themselves from Geirsson’s and she lowered her head back to meet his chest. Perfectly fitting between them, sandwiched between Ice and Air, she was all fire. Heat. Passion. Desire. The balance of the three elements uncoiled intense longing he kept at bay.

  His cock surged. His dragon essence, the dragon appendage all males had, surfaced, seeking relief, and that shocked him. Valdason nipped at Maeja’s neck and gently with Geirsson’s help they lowered her to the ground, clearing the way of any sharp rocks that might poke into her skin.

  In unison they moved to her sides. Valdason paid close attention to her breasts, enjoying her ragged, throaty purrs. In fact, he admitted to himself, he also enjoyed watching Geirsson lick her. Male to male, he would have thought he would have been ill at ease but that was not the case. His hands roamed over her heated, slick skin. Their breaths quickened, sending small spirals of smoke up. The change was beginning to overtake her.

  Heat shimmered over them. Valdason looked up and knew without being told that the large cave entrance directly to his left would lead the way to Castra’s core, where the blue diamond lay nestled deep inside. He wondered how he knew it, but the knowledge wasn’t his alone. Maybe it was the rich, coating scent of the diamond that sailed to them? It mattered naught. They had found the diamond, the source of Castra’s power and they would fix it.

  “Geirsson,” panted Maeja.

  Both Valdason and Geirsson raised their heads, knowing exactly what Maeja was about to say.

  “This can wait for later. That is the cave.”

  Her words were a lust-filled slur. The blue of her eyes had turned a shade darker and Valdason felt her struggle. Her dragon beast was attempting to surge, seeking the passion snaking over her slick, roasting skin.

  She stood, dismissing them both. A part of Valdason did not like it. He wanted what she had offered. Her eyes turned to them.

  “I am not saying no. Just later. I feel the call of the diamond speaking to me.”

  Geirsson flanked her. The move, dominant and primitive, was his way of saying clearly she was his. “What do you mean you feel the diamond?”

  Wire-taut tension was in Geirsson’s voice.

  Maeja reached out and Valdason hissed when her arm gripped him for support. She turned up her face and spoke directly to Geirsson.

  “I cannot explain it, but we need to go in. I need to see it with my own eyes.”

  Geirsson nodded and then led the way. The cave was a wide-cut swathe forged open by dragon fire. All three, linked side by side, easily strolled down the path, dodging the large boulders that had come crashing down from the last earthquake. With each slight curve the darkness of Castra’s inner core took hold and the rising smell of burnt jewels filled the large cavern. Their dragon eyes, inherent to their species, could take over when light failed. It was a subtle shift but Valdason felt it in the widening of his pupils and the pulse of air that cascaded around him as his Air Dragon sought to assert itself. He shuddered.

  Maeja took his hand. The action almost caused him to trip.

  “I know it is hard for you not to shift. Thank you for waiting for my permission.”

  He nodded while noting she had not granted him such. It was a subtle warning she was very much queen, ruler of this planet, and held power over him.

  “Maeja, up ahead. Do you feel it?” Geirsson puffed out smoke.

  Valdason thought the churning of emotions swirling through Geirsson must be overwhelming. Most dragons could easily live for thousands of years but when Geirsson breathed a part of his dragon spirit into the blue diamond to start its rotation, that meant his life was now only counted in centuries. At most he had only two hundred more years before his dragon spirit died. What he and the other dragons did that eventful day over three hundred years ago when they merged their dragon spirits into the diamond ensured that Castra’s dragons would live. It was a selfless act. It was the most honorable and courageous thing any dragon could do for their planet.

  Now up ahead, with barely two wings separating them stood the ten-foot diamond.

  Valdason heard Maeja’s gasp.

  “I forgot how beautiful it is,” she said.

  Geirsson moved cautiously forward. “My queen, it is off rotation.”

  The diamond was suspended directly in the middle of the cavern. It attempted a slow, torturous turn and with each full circle a burst of harmonics invisible to the human eye cascaded out, filling the cavern with a rich pulse. However, with the diamond off-center, the rotation was becoming slower and the harmonics were definitely off-kilter. The note, slightly out-of-tune, needed to be adjusted or Castra would not continue to spin on its axis.

  “Geirsson, how are we going to fix this?” asked Maeja.

  Maeja sounded tired. More than that, Valdason sensed her despair. He turned to her, making sure when he faced her to include Geirsson. “If we combine our powers we can fix it.”

  “Combine our powers? How?” asked Maeja.

  For a good minute no one said a word. Then Maeja spoke. “It cannot be that simple.”

  “Simple?” asked Geirsson.

  “The thrall. I will use the thrall to harness both of your powers.”

  Geirsson turned her to face him. “No, you cannot do that. It is too much. You could lose yourself. You could die.”

  “Geirsson, I do not have a choice. I must save Castra.”

  Geirsson brought her closer, embracing her body in an intimate hold. Valdason watched but stayed silent. Without a doubt he knew exactly what Maeja was planning. If she went through the thrall and allowed each to take her in the dragon way it would leave them all open, allowing her to merge her dragon spirit with theirs.

  “I think Maeja is right. This is the only way,” said Valdason. He noted instantly how the amber of Geirsson’s eyes heated to a deep shade of brown.

  “No. We just need time to find another way,” stated Geirsson.

  “There is no time, Geirsson. It has to be now. That is why we are here. Why else would I have landed near the cave? The blue diamond is calling me. Time is running out. Please…please do this with me. Help me save Castra. I am begging.”
Maeja followed her words with actions, regally and with grace sliding to her knees. Hands on Geirsson’s thighs, she looked up at him with her beautiful, beseeching eyes.

  “I will not let you die.” Geirsson’s words were a guttural command.

  “I am counting on that,” Maeja said as her hand stroked up and down Geirsson’s thighs.

  Geirsson’s cock sprang to life. Valdason’s immediately followed suit. Potent dragon lust swarmed thick and heavy in the cavern. The slightly off-kilter pulses from the blue diamond added an exotic element to what the three of them had committed themselves to.

  Maeja boldly took hold of Geirsson’s cock. She brought it to her queenly lips and it was almost Valdason’s undoing. Watching passion steal over his captain-at-arms sucked the breath from him, while surging more blood to his own dragon cock. Geirsson allowed Maeja’s majestic mouth to work him until his hips rocked his hard shaft deeper into her wet, inviting mouth.

  Valdason gripped his own member, mimicking Geirsson’s actions. It wasn’t until Maeja turned her head, a bold sweep of her tongue sliding over Geirsson’s thick cock head to tease the red appendage peeking from the slit that Valdason realized her intent. She commanded a come-hither finger at him. Maeja, Queen of Castra, wanted his cock also.

  Complying, he stood shoulder to shoulder with Geirsson. Playfully and with a wide grin on her face, Maeja swept her tongue over his shaft. Her caress was airy and swift but a full-blown tease, and he loved it. She repeated her actions a few more times, taking the time to let her tongue slide up his cock’s thick vein. Only when she sucked his shaft deep into the cavern of her mouth did his dragon lust surge to the forefront. Banking that fire, he withstood her pleasuring without spilling his seed.

  “She is good, is she not?” asked Geirsson.

  Geirsson’s face was flushed. Valdason noted that while Maeja sucked him, Geirsson pumped his shaft, matching her motion stroke for stroke.

  “The best.” Valdason groaned and rose to the balls of his feet. Pre-cum leaked out of his cock and his dragon appendage was no longer hiding. Shaped like a thin snake tongue, it was bright red. When Maeja gave it a dainty lick, his entire body pulsed, his cells shifting. Deliberately she backed off, allowing him to assert control over his dragon beast.

  “Of course I am the best. I am the queen.”

  Her baby-blue eyes were all merriment and that surprised him. Faced with what she was about to do, the challenge she had to meet to save Castra, she, like Geirsson and himself, was warrior ready and smiling. Valdason knew then and there why she was Castra’s queen. Ruling was in her dragon blood. She would not back down. She would face death with a smile and do anything to save Castra. And he would do anything to save her.

  “Maeja, it’s our turn to pleasure you.” Geirsson’s voice was thick with desire. He tugged Maeja up to claim a sweeping kiss. His hands skimmed around her to cup her round ass. Then he relaxed his hold, allowing her to sway into Valdason’s.

  Chapter Nine

  An overload of sensations rocked through Maeja. Her breath sucked in sharply. Lungs expanded. The burn of the shift chased through her mind. She held it at bay. She needed to. The timing was not right. A part of her wondered if Geirsson knew what she had to do—had to sacrifice to for Castra to survive and her race to live on. She highly doubted it.

  Ice-fire blanketed her front while steamy air heated her backside. Inside she melted. Dragon passion leapt to the forefront as four hands caressed her slick body. She allowed them to maneuver her to their liking…loving how dominant they had become. There was no asking of permission. No “my queen, is this okay?” In unison they fine-tuned the dragon lust that crackled inside her body.

  First Geirsson laved her heaving breasts. He suckled them, tweaked the nipples and then blew ice-hot air over them until they ached from his skillful ministrations. The entire time he played with her breasts, Valdason used light fingers to tease the ridges of her spine, until he grew bolder and moved his attention to her ass. First he nipped at her buttocks, and then he opened her cheeks for his tongue’s explorations. It was the beginning of her end. She knew it. They all knew it. This was part of the program…part of the course all three had agreed to.

  When Geirsson nibbled his way down her front until he was staring at her naked pussy, she wondered how much more she could stand. He spread her thighs. Valdason bent her slightly forward, the movement spreading her ass cheeks for his devilment. Two tongues worked as one to bring her dragon passion to the forefront. Geirsson lapped at her pussy cream, sucking her mound until she was groaning. The combination of two tongues tasting her, licking her, preparing her for their filling crashed through her. Her body hummed, stretched tight with need. She squirmed, the movement enticing Geirsson to suck on her nub. Instead he tapped it oh so lightly with his finger. She shifted a bit more, hoping to make him tweak her clit. This time he pushed harder on her jewel. At the same time, Valdason shoved a finger up her ass. Bold. Swift and full, Maeja spread her legs more, hoping Geirsson would get the hint.

  Thanking all the Blessed Jeweled Scribes when he finally relented, she cried out the instant his tongue licked in earnest at her. The climax was combustible. Valdason’s finger was stuffed in her ass and Geirsson sucked hard on her clit. She shattered. An intense roar of passion slammed through the cavern and for one moment Maeja became aware of the slow, seductive turn of the blue diamond. It felt for one spirit-wrenching moment as if her dragon-heart had reached out to match the diamond’s rhythm. A shudder went through her. That was not the case, her rational mind said.

  “Stay with us.” Geirsson’s voice peppered through her—brisk and rough but also deeply reassuring.

  “We need to do this quickly. You up to this?” Geirsson spoke directly to Valdason. Maeja huffed, noting how thick Valdason’s cock had become.

  This warrior does not need any more prompting, thought Maeja.

  A quick smoke-filled glance at Geirsson confirmed what she knew. Her captain-at-arms, hers, was more than willing to do his duty for Castra. His shaft, thick and as hard as his sword, would not let her down. But will he do his duty for me? The rumble of that personal, intimate question almost stormed off her tongue. Maeja was not a coward but the female dragon within her was not ready to assert herself. Sometimes there were things better left unsaid. Sometimes when hope was the only thing keeping you strong, keeping you alive when you knew you were about to sacrifice everything, some questions were best left unasked.

  Her Dragonbane warriors shifted into position. Maeja’s body thrummed with passion. She knew she was panting, trying hard to keep her lust from taking hold of her tiny threadlike link with her rational mind. Her nipples were achy, her breasts were swollen, dragon nectar cream ran down her thighs and her clit burned for a second release.

  Passion simmered like a dangerous fire through her. It took Maeja a moment to realize her two Dragonbane warriors were arguing over who was going to take her in what position.

  “I will allow Geirsson his choice as my captain-at-arms,” she informed them, noting how thick her own voice had become.

  Geirsson gave her a mocking bow. “Of course, my queen, as you decree. I will choose. Valdason, you lie on the ground while I fuck her ass. Does that suit you, my queen?”

  Maeja gulped. She knew Geirsson was back to using her title and that he was annoyed she too had reverted to such but that did not change the fact that his words cut deep. “That will be fine.”

  “Did you hear that, Valdason? That will be fine.”

  There was a growl rumbling deep within Geirsson’s voice she knew she had to confront. “We don’t have time for this. Do it!” Maeja spoke sharply, ensuring they both understood she had little patience for this irrelevant battle. Both warriors had to take her at once. It would be the only way for her lust to soar to the surface to allow her dragon true freedom. Then she would absorb their energy and channel that into the diamond.

  Both Dragonbane warriors bowed low. Valdason winked at her as he took posit
ion on the hard stone cavern ground. Geirsson lowered her body onto Valdason’s shaft. The minute her cunt closed over his thick cock, they both sucked in a breath. Geirsson tilted her head. His lips claimed hers. It was pure possession. Demanding. Unyielding, and everything she needed to ground her to her task at hand. His tongue thrust deeply, sweeping in and around her welcoming mouth. She answered the call and without realizing it her body had picked up Valdason’s movements. His hips thrust up and with her knees spread over him she rode him, timing her rhythm to match Geirsson’s plunging tongue. The sinful sensations were erotic, playful and more than she had hoped. Valdason picked up his tempo, slamming his cock inside her wet sheath.

  Geirsson gently removed his lips from hers, letting them hover a breath away from her panting mouth. Hot amber-dragon eyes flashed at her. He growled. The rumble originated all the way from his toes to curl like ice-fire to the tip of his tongue. It was barely a whisper but she heard him loud and clear.

  “Zy-sa. Do not forget you are mine.”

  Maeja felt her lungs expand, capturing his dragon scent with glee. She flashed a beautiful smile at him and gave him a slow nod. Acceptance. He grinned and then wickedly moved to her back.

  Large ice-hot hands positioned her body more forward, tilting her hips up so he could have access to her ass. The tongue her mouth had come to know with intimate detail played with her puckered hole until he had it lubricated and wanting what she knew she was about to receive.

  Harsh breathing. Slick pounding of flesh meeting flesh filled all their sensitive hearing. Maeja groaned the minute she felt Geirsson’s cock push an inch into her ass. He stilled and Valdason stopped his thrusts. Her warriors were going to make sure she enjoyed the thrall. When she could no longer stand the lack of movement, Maeja squirmed her buttocks more into Geirsson.

  He hissed his displeasure.

  “Wait.”

  Wait for what? The moment she thought that, she felt it. Geirsson plunged hard into her ass. His cock stretched her virgin walls. She was stuffed with him. Hands snaked around to her front and pinched her nipples hard. Pleasure-pain gripped her. She was being taken by them both.