Dragon Betrayed (Immortal Dragons Book 0)

by Ophelia Bell

  Nyla arched like a cat, allowing him access to her breasts. He teased and massaged languidly for a moment. Belah could easily sense Nyla’s hunger by the way she stared at Zeb’s cock, licking her lips but intent on not disobeying her mistress. With a sigh, Nyla turned away, only to spy Idrin’s dark column right at eye level and within reach.

  “May I?” she whimpered, her fingertips digging harder into Zeb’s legs.

  “Please do,” Belah said, meeting Idrin’s lust-filled gaze. His eyelids closed and his lips parted as Nyla lifted up just enough to take his thick tip into her mouth and swirl her tongue around the ridge.

  Zeb’s gaze had shifted, and he now watched enraptured as his lover hungrily sucked the other man’s shaft deep into her throat. He turned his head to watch Belah slide her oiled palm back down over Nyla’s round ass, which tightened slightly when she grazed her fingertips deliberately over her puckered opening. He licked his lips and took the proffered dildo. His eyes shone with lust when he pressed the rounded tip of it against her ass.

  Nyla went completely still for a second, then let out a soft moan around Idrin’s cock and pressed back into Zeb’s hands. He clutched at one full cheek with his free hand, teasing his thumb up and down through her slick channel and spreading her juices up and around the tight orifice. With one smooth push, the polished stone slipped inside, only its carved handle remaining outside Nyla’s body.

  The young woman’s entire body shivered with pleasure.

  “Not yet,” Belah whispered, her own aching inner muscles clenching with the craving to be filled the way Nyla was going to be before this session was finished. She moved back down to Nyla’s head, sliding her oiled palm along the contour of her body. She cupped her chin and urged her off Idrin’s cock.

  Nyla obeyed and looked up at Belah imploringly. Silently, Belah guided her off Zeb’s torso and urged her to turn and face him, straddling his hips. Zeb’s hands immediately rose to Nyla’s hips and she bent to kiss him—an impulsive act that should have begged Belah’s permission, but she overlooked it. The pair seemed made for each other, and she only hoped they would choose to stay with her rather than seek out a private life outside the temple.

  Opposite Belah, Idrin resumed his earlier slow caresses of Nyla’s body, still focusing on her breasts, which Nyla seemed to have grown comfortable with and responded to with little sighs. Still engaged in a passionate kiss, Zeb slid his hands down over Nyla’s hips and around her ass and found the end of the dildo. He pulled it out of her and pushed back in, beginning to fuck her with it, to Nyla’s apparent delight. She kept her hips poised above his cock, much to Belah’s satisfaction—her pet wouldn’t indulge herself without being commanded to.

  With her thumb and forefinger of one hand she spread Nyla’s sodden folds apart, and with the other she gripped Zeb’s stiff cock, pressing his tip between the pink petal-like flesh.

  Both her pets let out sharp gasps, but before they could get carried away, she motioned to Idrin, who climbed onto the bed behind Nyla. Belah took control of the dildo while he positioned himself, Zeb clutching tightly at Nyla’s hips and holding her still.

  When Belah removed the dildo, Idrin pressed the thick head of his cock in to replace it. Nyla let out a long, slow sigh as he slid easily to the hilt in one careful stroke. Nyla lifted her hands to grasp the headboard. Her breasts hung over Zeb’s mouth and he cupped them together, sucking her nipples between his lips one at a time while his hips shoved up into Nyla’s depths.

  Belah watched for a few seconds, enjoying the way their auras built in intensity, merging together in a colorful bubble of light that only she could see. Soon all that energy that swirled and pulsed around them would be hers, and she could take care of her other growing need in the privacy of her bedchamber.

  The auras shimmered and the tempo of their moans and their fucking increased. Their bodies glistened with sunlight reflecting off the oil and sweat, so enticing Belah couldn’t resist touching them even if she’d wanted to. She slid an oily hand down Idrin’s muscular back, his ebony skin the most sensual color, as unmarred and shining as her own tresses. His dark eyes regarded her from beneath lowered lashes and his lips quirked into a smile as her hand paused over the bunching tightness of his ass. She knew what he liked.

  She shifted the dildo from her other hand and quickly poured more oil onto it, then pressed it between his clenching cheeks. He pulled out of Nyla just long enough to relax and take the hard, smooth object into him, then slammed back into the woman’s ass with a harsh grunt.

  They were creatures of lust now and little more. But one emotion Belah sensed overflowing from them was adoration for her. She reached up and pulled Idrin into a hungry kiss, sending just enough of her breath into him to trigger the silent, conditioned response: it was time for him to give his Nirvana to her.

  His head flew back and his hips smacked hard against Nyla’s ass, evoking a cry from her.

  Belah slipped a hand around the base of each man’s cock and squeezed, and they both yelled out, their shafts pulsing with the power of their orgasms. Belah’s fingertips found Nyla’s hard clit, and it only took the slightest brush for her to be thrown over the edge too.

  Belah simply closed her eyes, holding onto her pets where they were joined together and soaking every bit of their accumulated magic into her hungry well.

  Chapter Three

  On the way back to her bedchamber, a hot ball of arousal pulsed in Belah’s core, wetness running slickly over the tops of her thighs. That had been one of the more enjoyable morning visits to her harem, and she smiled to herself at the memory of the sweet words Zeb had whispered to Nyla when they lay entwined moments after their orgasms had subsided and Idrin had retreated outside to the bathing pool.

  Now she felt sated and would be able to make quick work of her other need with her own collection of toys, or maybe just her own fingers, once she made it back to her chambers. Then in the afternoon she would be energized and clear-headed enough to announce her army’s victory to her people and bestow commendations on her commanders.

  That thought, combined with the sight of the door of her study made her pull up short. Her best commander lay on the other side of that door, wounded. He was one of hers too, yet had never enjoyed the attention she gave the members of her harem. Would he even want what she’d given them?

  She approached the door and pushed it open slightly, staring through the crack. He lay sleeping peacefully, his vast muscles relaxed, yet still he seemed too large for the bed he rested on. He could be a dragon, at his size.

  Belah remembered choosing him as her commander. He’d been barely more than a boy then, for all his emerging masculine beauty. He was a man, by his human culture’s standards, and he’d proven himself, but his body hadn’t quite caught up yet the day she gave him that power.

  He’d grown since that day. And he had never once failed her.

  She wouldn’t fail him either, she decided. Just a touch of her Nirvana would heal him more than her breath could, but she couldn’t just climb on and fuck him. He was too damaged.

  All she needed was a touch. Bonds be damned. He would live and be bonded to her until he healed, then she would let the bond fade once he resumed his position at the head of her army with a promotion to general.

  Her craving to share her energy with him had nothing to do with the way he’d touched her earlier. No… that insistent grip on her wrist was a fluke.

  She opened the door and walked in, closing it softly behind her.

  His still form was so beautiful. If she couldn’t see his chest rising and falling, she might believe he was a statue molded from gold. She stopped at the side of his bed and pushed the covers down to his feet. The room was warm enough that he didn’t stir.

  Every inch of him was beautiful, from his feet to his face, tilted toward her in slumber.

  He was still sound asleep, his angular features m
ade more stark by the few days’ worth of short, black hair growth on his normally shaved head, as well as thicker stubble on his cheeks and chin.

  Belah sank down into the comfortable chair by his bed and watched for a moment. Her core throbbed harder when she stared at him, but looking away didn’t help.

  His soft, bow-shaped lips entranced her, inciting fantasies of what they would feel like on her flesh. The hard edges and contours of his muscles were no less impressive in repose. Neither was the thick, sleeping column of flesh resting along the juncture of his hip and one bulky thigh.

  Like any of her soldiers, he was almost entirely hairless, a conscious choice as both a signal of his status and to prevent infestations. The members of her harem often observed the same grooming techniques.

  Belah had no opinion one way or the other. She kept her own body as hairless as her pets, aside from her thick mane of blue-black waves, but would have enjoyed taking in every inch of Nikhil’s magnificent shape regardless.

  His aura was a soft, comforting glow, clinging close to his body like a cocoon. She wanted to touch him, to please him and see that aura brighten and expand, but didn’t dare disturb his slumber. Her kind had a strong distaste for coupling with any but the most alert and willing partners, though she didn’t think she would mind if he roused her from sleep by fucking her.

  The thought of being teased to arousal while half-asleep and then penetrated made her close her eyes and sigh in pleasure. She leaned back in her chair and unfastened the belt at her waist, letting the panels of her gown fall open. She braced both her feet at the edge of his bed, her toes making the barest contact with his hip and thigh. Her knees spread apart and she gazed at him, imagining this man waking her with the stiff prodding of his beautiful cock as it slid deep into her. She drifted her palms slowly over her torso, cupping and caressing both her breasts, then pinching her nipples hard enough to cause pain. The sharp jolts made her gasp, and her already soaking cunt ached even deeper to be fucked.

  He would be the one to pluck that pain from her body, to use those strong, brutal hands to overpower her, to command her submission. Belah was an expert at making use of others for her own pleasure and glory, but Nikhil would be the perfect man to use her, and oh did she want to be used by him. She kept her eyes open, flitting her gaze up and down his body as she slid one hand down between her thighs. All the while she imagined his large hands, both rough and tender, on her body, fingers digging into her soft flesh with bruising insistence, or teasing her to the point of begging.

  She teased herself, sliding her fingertips through her wet cleft and rubbing her clit while her other hand continued to savagely pinch her nipples. The fabricated images of how he might make love to her were more than enough to send her over the edge. Her thighs quivered as the tension built, wetness flooding even thicker over her fingers. She plunged three fingers into herself, pretending they were the tip of Nikhil’s cock, and pulled them back out slowly, spreading her wetness over every inch of tender flesh between her ass and her throbbing clit.

  Eyes closed and head thrown back, she readied herself to plunge into that beautiful abyss. At the same time, a steel-hard grip wrapped around her ankle and her eyes snapped open.

  A dark, feverish gaze met hers and her cry turned into a surprised exhalation of his name.

  “Nikhil!”

  “Don’t stop, ‘Iilahatan,” he said, his voice grating like stone on stone. His gaze dropped to her hand and she realized she had slowed, though her body craved its release even more now that he was watching her.

  Another movement caught her eye and she realized his free hand gripped his cock, now a thick and rigid staff jutting up between his thighs. He stroked himself once, never moving his gaze from her hand.

  His fingers dug into her leg painfully, the jolt of sensation making her cry out. He ripped his hand away.

  “I am sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you. But please, you are so beautiful. I have never desired anything more than conquering your enemies, but now I desire to see you break in that way women do in my bed. You will always be my ‘Iilahatan. Just let me have this moment before I die.”

  Belah pushed her foot against his hip. “Put your hand back. I want to break for you, to hurt for you the way you have endured hurt for me.”

  His fingers closed around her ankle again. Her nod encouraged the tightening of his grip.

  “Yes, like that. Like you’ve shackled me to you,” she said, closing her eyes and resuming her stroking. “I am your goddess, Nikhil. Yours. As gods we are slaves to our power, I am your slave now.”

  “Mine,” he replied, the bruising pain of his grip emphasizing the word. The strokes of his hand up and down his cock quickened and the pink tip of his tongue darted out to lick at his dry lips. He looked thirsty, ravenous, but not for food or drink. As his aura bloomed brighter around him, the hunger that accompanied it was for her alone, not any other sustenance.

  A look of determination crossed his face and he tried to rise once, but let out a sharp cry as the pain of his wound sent a spike of bright red through his aura. His arousal flagged briefly, but after a moment, the agony diluted with the pleasure until his aura had a reddish, throbbing tint lingering beneath the silvery glow. He was still in pain, but endured the discomfort for her sake, as though the experience gave him more power.

  “I want to pin you down and feel you under me, feel the hot clutch of you around me, hear you cry my name again and again like you are praying to me as I pray to you. I would worship you by breaking you, ‘Iilahatan, because that is what I know. It has always been my gift to you, to be the breaker of wills, of entire armies and kingdoms. To give that gift to you one last time before I die would lighten my heart. Had I the strength now, I would break you before I join your brothers as an honored god in the afterlife.”

  Belah almost stopped teasing her clit to climb on top of him, but no—when she first gave into him, she wanted it to be exactly as he described, pinned down with his hard length pounding into her.

  Instead, she spread her legs wider and pinched her nipples harder. Her eyes stayed locked with his, that dark gaze owning every single movement she made, as though storing it away to take to the grave.

  This would not be the last time for him, not if a taste of her Nirvana healed him. But she no longer wanted to merely give him a taste. She wanted to give him everything.

  Her orgasm built again, more abruptly than before. With a rush of heat through her limbs, she called his name and the power inside her burst forth, surging through her body and into his in a shimmering current.

  Nikhil’s entire body tensed and his head fell back against his pillows, eyes widening. His back arched, his hips rising up off the bed. Pain caused his aura to flare bright red again, but was outshone by his cock erupting with a thick stream of semen, so powerful it fell in spatters across his pillows. Even as the pulsing flow subsided, more managed to stray to the side, hitting the hand that still gripped her ankle so tightly she’d lost almost all sensation in her foot. A few droplets landed on her lower leg, as hot as molten metal. Belah nearly came again with the accompanying surge of his energy.

  Nikhil’s hand slipped off her ankle and lay limp by his side. He closed his eyes and furrowed his brow, his other hand slipping off his cock to rest lightly over the bandage on his side as though it troubled him.

  “What is it?” Belah asked, closing her dress and refastening her belt. She didn’t bother cleaning his semen off her leg—it complemented the reddened skin and the growing bruise that graced her ankle, and she almost wished it had been hot enough to burn and leave a mark. She stood to pour fresh water into a bowl and grabbed a cloth to clean him with.

  “Something’s wrong,” Nikhil said, opening his eyes to watch distractedly as she wiped the pool of his seed off his taut stomach. His fingers splayed wider over his wound. “Or no… something isn’t wrong, and that’s what’s wrong.”<
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  “I couldn’t very well let you die.” Belah smiled at him indulgently as she continued cleaning.

  Again his hand shot out and gripped her wrist, startling her.

  “What did you do to me? I was meant to die. I was meant to become a god for what I did, to live beside Osiris and Ra.” He ripped the bandage off his side, displaying a honey-coated wound that was swiftly sealing itself and leaving no trace behind. Not even a scar.

  “Death isn’t what you think it is,” Belah tried to say, but his hand shot up and gripped her throat, his fingers digging into the flesh beneath her ears. The size of his hands had never been so apparent. She couldn’t even swallow the way he clutched her neck. Breathing was problematic. Her entire body tingled at the sudden contact and her cunt screamed for more.

  “What did you do to me?” He searched her face, eyes wild. She tried to ignore the surge of arousal that his violent outburst had incited, but the thrill of being so near such a volatile creature made her tremble. His face caught the glint of sunlight from outside, casting the other side in shadow. He shifted, and the sunbeam hit his face fully, illuminating his dark eyes so they seemed alight with inner fire.

  Unlike her docile collection of human pets, this man was untamed. He may do her will on the battlefield, but he was made for violence and feral as a result. She wouldn’t have him any other way.

  In a strangled voice, she whispered, “I did nothing more than the sun does every day. I illuminated something great. Something meant to stay in this world and make it great, too. Let me help you, Nikhil. You can be better with me than you would be with Osiris, living in his shadow.”

  His fingers loosened, becoming a caress, then shifted to the back of her neck. He pulled her down and she relented, aching for a taste of his lips.

  The connection destroyed her. Sharing her Nirvana with him was one thing, but a simple kiss was too much. It was a taste of a fire she knew could burn her like no other could. Now that they were bonded, that contact—that simple touch of skin on skin—sent her energy skyrocketing again.