Touched by A Dragon:

by K. T. Stryker

  “This is a test for you, Izzy,” Gavin said, leaning in close to her, his face only inches from hers. “You’re going to go out there and mingle, with the promise of not feeding on anyone else here. Now, if you’ll excuse us, we’ve got some hunting to do… and soon, those people will be our allies.”

  Isabel nodded, as always. “This is going to be a long night,” she thought.

  As the night dragged on, Isabel was getting increasingly more drunk. She had been sitting by the bar for almost two hours now, reminding her more and more of what her life had looked like before she turned into a succubus. Except she was in Paris. A lot of men (and women) had tried to make advances on her, but the truth was, she was too drunk to respond. In her mind’s eye, she knew she couldn’t feed on any of those people, so what was the point? She was growing weaker by the second: her body felt like it might dismantle at any point. In a way, it felt like she was dying.

  “Oh my God, what the fuck?” she heard a voice say from across the dance floor. Despite the loud music, Isabel could still hear the woman’s shriek. She looked over to identify the source of the sound, and then her eyes landed on a pair of swinging doors that led to the bathroom. A red-headed woman had barged outside, pulling her coat together and throwing her handbag over her shoulder. She was holding onto her side, as though she was in pain, but despite her high-pitched shriek that seemed to echo all across the club, no one really paid her much attention. Isabel followed the woman outside.

  “Oh my God, oh my God,” the woman muttered to herself, fumbling with her phone. “Hello??” she yelled into her phone. “Amelie, you won’t believe what just happened.” Isabel smiled at how convenient it was that she was speaking in a language she could understand. “I’m pretty shitfaced right now,” the woman said, slumping down on the sidewalk. “I met this really attractive guy, you won’t believe how hot he was, but anyway, he lured me into the bathroom… it was pretty empty, and then we got into the stall and made out for a while… then it got more intense and the next thing I knew we’re helping each other out of our clothes.” She paused for a moment, cradling the phone to her ear. “And then he pushed me up against the wall and started kissing me… then.”

  Isabel moved even closer. Stop eavesdropping, Izzy, she thought to herself. Her inner voice was starting to sound a lot like Gavin. She shook her head, trying not to let her curiosity get the best of her, but there was something about that woman, something that made Isabel eager to know what she had to say.

  “He was on his knees,” the redhead said, her hand flying to her mouth. She was louder than anything else, and soon enough, Isabel didn’t even need to eavesdrop. “And then, oh my God, Amelie, he looked up at me, and I swear, his eyes were red.” She flipped her hair to the side and started fumbling with her earring. “No, not bloodshot, just red! The whites of his eyes… and that’s not even the worst part.” She placed a hand on her hip again, this time, clenching her eyes. “Amelia, I don’t know what kind of freaky shit he’s into, but he bit me and I think I’m bleeding.”

  Isabel felt her heart skip a beat. She had to move in closer to make sure she heard right. “He fucking bit me, Amelia! It’s not even funny… I think I’m gonna go to a doctor… well, not now, but first thing in the morning.”

  No, it couldn’t be. But no matter how much she tried to dispel the thought, it was still nagging at her, and she had no choice but to believe it. Suddenly it all came back to her. It was true that Isabel was pretty drunk, but she had one hell of a photographic memory. That woman didn’t run out of that bathroom alone. Isabel closed her eyes, and what she saw terrified her. Those broad shoulders, that stiff gait. In her mind’s eye Isabel could see Oz staggering out of that bathroom stall, his hands stuffed into his pockets. “Oz? No, that can’t be,” Isabel said out-loud. She wanted to lie to herself that it wasn’t him she saw coming out of that stall. She closed her eyes again but it was still him. What did he have to do with the bite marks on that girl’s hip? Isabel needed some answers. Was Oz responsible for this? And if he was, since when did angels dig their fangs into other people? Since when did angels have fangs? “Goddammit!” She looked around and a couple of people outside the club were staring at her. “Great, now they think I’m crazy,” she said again. She reached into the pocket of her coat and pulled out her cigarette pack. “It’s been a long time.” Suddenly Isabel felt uneasy, like something was nagging her to go back inside and confront Oz. She tried to resist the urge, but then the feeling got the best of her, and she broke the cigarette in half and crushed it in her hand. Alright, I’m going back in there.

  CHAPTER 4

  Isabel walked back in through the revolving doors. She looked around, her eyes scanning the place. It looked as though it had gotten darker somehow, and she cursed under her breath, squinting her way past the pivoting neon lights. “Where the fuck did he go?” she asked herself. She squeezed past the sweaty bodies gyrating on the dancefloor, only to find Gavin seated at the bar. He had been talking to a beautiful young woman with short raven black hair, and when his eyes met Isabel’s, he flashed her a wide grin.

  “Izzy!” he said. “Where have you been?”

  “Where’s Oz?” she yelled over the music.

  “I don’t know, he bumped into a pretty good looking girl over there, though,” he said, pointing towards the swinging doors.

  Isabel could feel the anger boiling up inside her. She felt like a clueless little child. Why did they drag her all the way over here if they were going to just release her in the midst of a drunken, good looking crowd? She had hoped they would give her what she wanted—

  just like every time— but this time, they left her hanging. They just wanted to see how much she could take. “What did the girl look like?” she asked.

  “I don’t really know,” Gavin shrugged. Isabel looked away. She was starting to feel ashamed again, ashamed of her instincts that were now so strong, so profound that they were driving her insane. “Isabel,” Gavin said, getting off the bar stool. “I promise you, this will all be over in a couple of hours, and then everything will go back to the way it was.”

  “Hold on,” Isabel said, catching a glimpse of Oz barging out of the club. “Oz, hold up!”

  “Isabel, come join me for a smoke,” he said, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and handing it to her.

  “I’ve got my own, thanks,” she said, turning away. The two of them stood side by side, Isabel trying to resist the urge to blow up in his face. The truth was, she felt like she could blow up in anybody’s face, at this point. “I overhead this girl talking on the phone,” she started. “She was sitting right there, and she was talking about-”

  “Let’s go back inside,” Oz interrupted her. “I think we’ve kept you waiting for long enough.” He took a couple of drags from his cigarette then threw it away. “Come on, follow me.”

  Isabel rolled her eyes and followed him back inside. This entire night had been a rollercoaster for her, and at that point, all she wanted was to end it on a high note. She knew Gavin and Oz wouldn’t leave her to starve, but right now, it sure felt like it. She could feel the heat rising up inside of her like flames, and with every step she took, with every moment of eye contact she had with a random stranger, she could feel her core pulsate with sheer animalistic desire.

  At that point the place was full of theatrical fog, and Isabel had a hard time seeing in front of her. The lights were shining through the dust particles in the air, and through the haze she could make out the back of Gavin’s head. He was seated at the same spot, but this time, he was talking to a different girl. How many girls was he planning on fucking tonight? Isabel thought about asking if the two of them had succeeded in having sex with the same girl, but she figured she was going to find out anyway.

  “Gavin,” Oz said, placing a hand on his shoulder. Gavin turned to look at him, and when the two of them locked eyes, he rose to his feet, motioning for Isabel to follow them.

  “Where are we going?” she asked, pushing he
r way through the people on the dancefloor. She was pretty drunk herself, and the truth was, she hated every second of it. This was nothing like the old days. It was like she was stranded. There she was, feeling lost in the middle of a club in Paris, and although her teenage self would’ve loved that, Isabel pretty much felt like the world was spinning around her. And not in a good way.

  Gavin and Oz stopped at a red velvet curtain next to the swinging doors. Gavin stepped in first, and then Oz followed, the two of them hurrying down a long-hidden corridor. “We’ve booked a VIP lounge,” Gavin said. “Just for the three of us.”

  Isabel felt her heart drop to her knees. She could feel that surge of energy surge through her for the millionth time that night. Were they finally going to give her what she needed? Gavin stopped at a red painted door at the very end of the hallway. He reached into the pocket of his jacket and took out a copper plated key, which he used to unlock the glossy looking door. “Oh,” Isabel said, her eyes landing on the black leather couches inside. The lighting was dim with a bit of a warm feel to it. The music outside had boiled down to nothing but a dull, distant thud. “It smells like jasmine and liquor in here,” she said, brushing a hand through her hair. “I need to be sober for this.” She walked over to the bar and grabbed a water bottle, popping the lid off and chugging it all in one gulp.

  “We’re going to take care of that,” Gavin said, slamming the door behind them. Isabel looked over and the two of them were staring at her hungrily. “Take it off,” Gavin whispered, stepping closer to her. Instantly, Isabel could feel herself getting wet. She had been waiting so long for this, and when she finally found herself locked up with the two men she had been craving all day, it felt like time had stopped.

  “What do you want me to do?” Isabel asked, raising an eyebrow at Gavin.

  “Take it off,” Oz said, coming up from behind her. The thought of being in a threesome had been hanging at the back of Isabel’s mind for so long now, but she never thought it would actually happen. A million thoughts were racing through her mind, a part of her wondering if she could even handle it.

  “Okay,” she said, throwing off her stilettos. “I can’t reach my zipper; will you help me?”

  “You don’t need that now,” Oz said, smiling at Gavin. The angel placed both his hands on her shoulders and forced her down onto her knees, her line of sight directly at Gavin’s crotch.

  “You’ve been wanting this, haven’t you?” Gavin whispered, gently rubbing a thumb against Isabel’s cheek as her hands began to unbuckle him. She nodded, not saying a word, and worked his zipper. “Both of us, feeding you?”

  Isabel pulled his pants down, reaching into his briefs quickly and pulling his hard cock out. Before she could do any more, Gavin grabbed her by the chin and lifted her so that she was looking directly into his eyes.

  “Say it!” he said.

  “I’ve wanted this so bad,” Isabel quickly replied, trying to pull from his grip, but he held her fast. “I’ve wanted both of you. Now. Here.”

  Gavin chuckled and looked over at the angel. “I believe she’s getting better at this,” he said.

  Oz grabbed Isabel by the hair and pulled her head back, but she kept her grip firmly on Gavin, stroking him. “There is so much we’re going to do to you, Isabel,” he said. “So much.”

  He let go of her, and Isabel immediately went for Gavin’s cock, swallowing him into her mouth as deep as she could take him. His hand clutched her hair, and as her tongue swirled around his shaft, he began to move against her. He slid in and out, slow at first, then quicker, pushing his cock deeper down her throat.

  “Look at me,” he ordered, and Isabel’s eyes shot up to his as he rocked his hips against her. She reached out and grabbed his ass, squeezing his cheeks, urging him deeper into her mouth. When he pulled out, she gasped for air, but kept her grip on him. Isabel leaned in, licking his shaft, her tongue flicking at the tip before she took him in again. She wanted more, so much more, and she quickly pulled her dress up around her waist to reveal her ass to Oz.

  The angel bent down and smacked her, a quick slap that made her flinch and whimper in delight. She shook her ass at him, and moaned when his fingers reached around and into her panties, slipping between her pussy lips and into her wetness.

  “She’s ready,” Oz said with a chuckle as his fingers continued playing, rubbing at her clit. She began to move against him, and when he slipped his fingers inside her, Gavin’s cock slipped out of her mouth as she cried out in pleasure.

  Gavin grabbed her head again and brought her forward, pushing back inside her mouth, rocking against her with faster and deeper thrusts. She felt like he was going to tear her throat apart, but when she looked up at his face and saw the way his eyes rolled back in ecstasy, she began to suck on him harder. Oz continued his assault on her pussy, and Isabel quickly succumbed to the orgasm that rocked through her body and sent shivers up and down her spine.

  Gavin clutched her fiercely, and she braced herself as he exploded inside her mouth, filling her while she desperately tried to swallow it all. She squeezed his shaft, milking him for everything he had, wanting it all.

  Oz pulled her away and guided her to the couch, quickly undressing and sitting down where she could suck him off next. Isabel didn’t hesitate, scratching his thighs with her nails as she ran her tongue up from his balls to the tip, then took him in. The angel groaned as she began to work him, her hand pumping while she sucked.

  She felt Gavin’s hands on her ass, and with a quick motion, her panties were pulled down to her knees. “You want this, don’t you, Isabel?”

  Isabel only moaned, too busy pleasuring Oz, his cock deep in her mouth.

  “Say it,” Gavin ordered, and with surprising ease, tore her panties off and tossed them onto the couch next to Oz. “Tell me how much you want me to fuck you!”

  Isabel pulled Oz’s cock out of her mouth and looked over her shoulder, pushing her ass higher against Gavin’s cock. He felt like stone against her, and in her mid, she already felt him tearing her apart from inside.

  “Fuck me,” she pleaded. “Fuck me, Gavin. Please just do it!”

  Gavin’s lips curled up in a wicked smile, and Isabel screamed out as he thrust his cock inside her with one quick motion. She grasped Oz’s thighs hard, her nails digging into his skin as Gavin pummeled her, slamming against her harder and faster with every thrust, filling her and pushing against parts of her she never thought could be reached. Shocks of pleasure shot through her body, and she began to shake as he moved, shuddering with every thrust, her moans echoing across the room.

  Oz grabbed her by the hair and brought her back to his cock, bucking his hips and sliding into her mouth, forcing her head up and down as Gavin continued from behind. Isabel felt like her entire body would explode with ecstasy, the feeling of two cocks inside her at the same time sending waves of unbridled madness through her. She was about to pull Oz out when she felt the twitch of his cock in her mouth, and he grabbed her by the head as he exploded, his groans rocking through the room.

  His cock slid out of her mouth, his juices dripping down her lips and chin as Gavin slammed against her, rocking hard. Her eyes rolled back in their sockets, her mind overwhelmed by the sensations she was feeling all at once. Oz lifted her by the chin, gazing into her eyes with a satisfied smile and wiped his juices off her lips with her own panties. He was still hard, and she whimpered at the thought of having more of him, more of both of them.

  Isabel’s head snapped around in protest when Gavin pulled out. “Ride him!” he ordered, but she didn’t need coaxing. As soon as the words were out of his mouth, she was on her feet and straddling Oz. She guided the tip of him to her wetness, rubbing it against her, and then slid down on top of him. She threw her head back at the feel of him inside her, and hardly noticed as Gavin unzipped her dress and pulled it over her head.

  She began to grind, hard, fast, reveling in the feeling of him inside her and his strong hands against her waist. She leaned
forward, presenting her breasts to him, and wrapped her arms around his head as he sucked her nipples and squeezed her ass. He began rocking her against him, and soon she was moving in quick up and down motions against his cock, in a full daze at how incredible he felt.

  “Fuck him harder, Isabel,” Gavin ordered from behind her, his fingers lightly caressing up and down her spine. “Show him how much you’ve been wanting this.”

  Isabel did as she was told, soon bouncing up and down on Oz’s cock as he devoured one breast and then the other, sending bolts of pleasure through her body. She felt his hand snake down between her legs, and she screamed in pleasure when he found her clit. She grinded, his finger manipulating her until she was shaking and screaming in orgasm, before collapsing on top of him. He wouldn’t let her stop, though, buckling up against her, harder and faster until she felt his entire body stiffen against her and his hot-gush of juices shoot out inside her.