by Willa Okati
“Randall -- fuck, Randall--” Dakarai choked, shoving forward roughly and gripping his lover’s hips hard enough to leave white marks. Randall let out a long, low wail, creamy white semen spilling over Dakarai’s hand to splatter on the desk he leaned against.
Gina squeezed her thighs together, let the knot in her stomach uncoil, and came, moisture soaking her jeans.
Oh, God. Her head whirled. How had she lost so much control of herself?
As she steadied herself against the bookcase, the two men clung together, both struggling for air. Randall -- and it was Randall, exactly the way he’d looked in her “visualization” -- turned around to wind his thickly muscled arms about Dakarai. He was taller and seemed stronger, but there was no doubt about who was more dominant. Dakarai stroked Randall much as he had Gina, with certainty and confidence.
“We finished already?” Randall asked, his voice cracking.
Dakarai shook his head. “Oh, no. Not even close.” He turned to look right at Gina, nailing her in place with his gaze before she could flinch or jump back. “I think we’ve only just begun.”
Chapter Five
There she was, standing frozen to the spot, smelling so strongly of arousal it reached her own nose, a damp patch between her thighs that left her feeling sticky -- and there they were, two very passionate lovers caught in the middle of fucking one another blind.
And one of them was Randall. Randall wearing a slight blush, but making no effort to cover his swinging genitalia. He regarded Gina with the same dark, hot glance she’d once recognized as the look he wore when he wanted her so badly he couldn’t wait for privacy, didn’t care who knew what he was thinking, and would do anything to get a taste of her.
Pinned under the weight of his stare, Gina felt herself not growing weak, as she would have thought, but thrilling to it. Her breasts began to ache as she remembered how he had known how to hold them just right, how to thumb her nipples into hard knots and then suck until he brought her off with breast worship alone.
The way he’d done it to her -- and it had to have been him -- the night before.
His partner, the magician Dakarai, had his gaze on Gina, too. His look was heavy with the same lust, sending a pulse of excitement through her belly and down between her ever-dampening pussy. Yet at the same time, he almost glittered with the enchantments he generated like a lamp bulb put out light. He wasn’t just a creature who could wield magic -- he was magic, a human shell filled with the kind of power most men or women only ever dreamed of.
Still holding Randall in his arms, Dakarai caressed the other man’s hard muscles in a soothing stroke, running his fingers across the bulging bicep muscles, brushing the tattoo decorating them. The rest of his attention, though, was directed at Gina.
“You saw,” he said, his voice low and heavy with sex. “Did you like looking at us? Me, fucking another man... Randall? Taking him from behind without mercy?”
A thrill ran through Gina’s body. Her fears began to melt away like candy floss underneath the heat of Dakarai’s gaze. “Yes,” she whispered. “I liked it.”
And she had. What was she, some kind of pervert? But she couldn’t deny how hot it had been to see Dakarai’s long, thick cock sliding in and out of Randall’s taut ass. How it had made her wet and brought her to a breathless orgasm.
“Mmm.” Dakarai sounded thoughtful, yet mischievous. Not wicked -- a man who would protect as much area as he could wouldn’t be malicious -- but challenging. “Do you want to see more? I could go down on my knees in front of Randall and take him into my mouth.”
Gina moaned softly, the thought almost buckling her legs. Randall broke away from Dakarai and took a step toward her. She waved him off. “I’m fine. I’m... strong.”
“And you’re turned on,” Dakarai responded immediately. “It’s a chilly day outside, Georgina. Barely sixty-two degrees. But you felt warm enough to walk around in summer clothes with never a goose bump. The wind didn’t tingle on your skin with its cold touch. The fire is low, but it still burns. Dragon flame.”
Gina frowned and shook her head. “Last night. You drove him out. Counterattacked. He left.”
“He left.” Dakarai drew Randall back into his arms. “The poison remained. There’s only a little left in your system, but I can smell the sweet taint, like bitter almonds.” He spread his hands over Randall’s chest, fanning his fingers wide to touch each flat brown nipple, teasing them into peaks. Randall inhaled sharply and tilted his head back. “It’s in us, too, because we touched you. The flood of passion had to go somewhere.”
“So you absorbed it into yourselves,” Gina guessed. God, did she want somewhere to sit down. Extraordinary or not, there were some things that couldn’t be faced while standing on your own two feet. And now that she recognized the smell of sex -- the kind of marathon sex that didn’t bother to stop long enough to think about showers -- it just about knocked her off her feet anyway. “My God. Have you been going at it nonstop since you drained all the flame away from me?”
Dakarai hummed, kneading Randall’s chest. He lifted one hand to tickle the underside of his lover’s jaw. Randall moved his head back and forth, sweat glistening in the short strands of his black hair.
Gina guessed that was her answer.
“Here,” Dakarai said, never taking his eyes off his lover. “Have a seat.” He twitched the fingers of his free hand toward the right, and a long, off-white fainting couch slid seemingly out of nowhere, gliding on the air until it settled behind Gina with a gentle thump.
Gina sat heavily, the cold of the ancient crushed velvet prickling at her thighs. So she was hot. Why was she only feeling it now?
“Because you’re close to the heart of the flame again,” Dakarai answered, seeming to read her mind with ease. “We’ve almost purged this from our systems. We only need a little more to milk out the poison -- and build up our strength. And then...” He ran his hand down Randall’s neck, tracing the strong cords. “You.”
Gina’s pulse gave a jump. Her wet pussy ached for something to be pushed inside, whether cock or fingers, and Dakarai’s offer was beyond tempting, but... “Draining me sounds dangerous. It won’t affect you all over again?”
Dakarai shook his head, damp curls tumbling on his neck. “Oh, no. Not now we’re properly prepared.”
“You weren’t last night?”
He chuckled, a masculine yet melodious sound, like a lion who’d learned how to laugh. “You took us by surprise, Georgina.”
“We were meditating,” Randall put in, speaking up for the first time. He still seemed caught in the bliss of Dakarai’s touch, but he managed to form words. “A trance. Our minds were joined. I heard you calling. Dakarai sensed you were in trouble, so we came.”
“It is my job to protect you, Georgina,” Dakarai murmured, one hand roaming across Randall’s pectoral muscles, wandering over every bulge and valley. “You don’t know me, but I have always known you.”
Gina realized she should have been far, far more freaked out than she was. But with the heat starting to burn in her veins, recognizable now that it had been given a name, she found she didn’t care. Couldn’t care. Whoever this man was to her, he was what she needed.
“Go ahead,” she said huskily. “Do what you have to do.”
“Ah, ah, ah,” Dakarai chided. “Tell us, Georgina. I want to hear it from your own pretty red lips. Tell me what you really want.”
The heat flooded into Gina’s cheeks. She hadn’t said those kinds of words, not in years. But she could do this. She formed the phrases in her mind and, wetting her lips, gave them voice. “Cleanse yourself of the dragon flame.” Then, her cunt throbbing in time with her words, she added: “Fuck each other. In front of me. While I watch.”
Dakarai purred. “As the lady desires,” he murmured in anticipation. “Randall?”
Gina could see Randall’s cock rising between his body and Dakarai’s. She remembered, as vividly as if it had been yesterday, what it had been like to
grasp his organ as it swelled and grew from soft flesh to a long piece of steel with a satin covering. The way she’d thrilled as it swelled in her palm.
“Yes,” Randall breathed. “Burning for you.”
“Have me.” Dakarai reached down to touch, to hold, to grasp. “Relax, Gina,” he directed. “But if the spirit so moves you...”
Gina didn’t think she’d require much to coax her along. For someone who’d hardly ever thought about two men together, much less seen them in action, the sight of Dakarai and Randall before her, naked and gleaming with sweat, had her pulse racing and her groin throbbing.
“Hurry,” she goaded, unable to stop herself from sliding her hand across the flat strip of skin her T-shirt exposed. “Show me.”
“With pleasure.”
And Dakarai began. Randall stood in front of him, quivering as Dakarai moved, his hands balling into fists, but otherwise still. Dakarai hummed low in his throat as he proceeded, his skin bright with the dragon’s flame, but his movements lazy, slow, taking his time as if he had all day.
He began with kisses, trailing a deliciously full-looking mouth across the underside of Randall’s neck. Randall moaned softly and lowered his head; eyes closed, he blindly sought out his lover’s lips. Dakarai gave Randall what he wanted, fusing their mouths together and pushing against the back of Randall’s head to force them even closer. They tilted from left to right, ravaging one another’s lips. Through their cheeks, Gina could see two tongues battling for dominance, Dakarai winning out in the end and taming Randall into submission.
When the magician drew off, Randall almost whimpered at the loss. “Shh,” Dakarai soothed, rubbing the back of Randall’s neck. “You’ll feel good. You always do. Let me.”
“Yours,” Randall breathed. “Whatever you want.”
Dakarai exhaled a stream of air against Randall’s cheek. Gina touched her own face, imagining she felt a wave of sweet breath.
Could she? The way they had?
Half closing her eyes, Gina leaned back into the soft couch. She let all her muscles relax, opening herself up to the wild sensations flooding the room. Her legs clenched together, the burn between her labia flaring to hot life, sending out more juices from her core.
“Yes,” she whispered.
Dakarai murmured something she couldn’t make it out. The indefinable sensation of magic grew stronger yet, cleansing and purifying, hotter than sin and all-encompassing.
Gina’s hand slid beneath the waistband of her jeans, toying with the scrap of red silk some would call underwear. It felt tight, as if she were swelling against the bindings. “Faster,” she ordered, her voice breathless.
Dakarai flashed her an amused look, but obeyed. He moved his lips back down Randall’s throat, tipping his lover’s head back again. From the corner of Randall’s jaw down the length of his thick neck, Dakarai applied his mouth time and again, sucking hard enough to raise faint red welts.
Gina could feel the pressure on her own skin. She arched as if it were her own body receiving the attention, bowing into the sensual temptation.
This was just the teasing, though, the stoking of the flames. Dakarai moved on, kissing across the breadth of Randall’s shoulders while holding the other man’s arms with both hands. Randall groaned in tormented pleasure under the assault, beginning to move, to press himself into Dakarai’s touch.
“Yes, yes, yes,” Dakarai whispered. “Let it run through your body. It’s like a fever. Give it permission to run its course.”
Randall’s eyes fluttered open. “You?” he managed.
“I’m stronger.” Dakarai thrust his hips against Randall’s, his equally hard cock rubbing against his lover’s. “And loving this. Now let me take care of you.”
Yes, Gina urged silently, plucking the strap of red elastic stretched across her hip. I want to see. Her pussy was begging for a touch, but she managed to hold off. Not yet... not yet. She could wait. Anticipation would make it all the sweeter when she finally did give in.
We’re winning, she exulted. The dragon’s flame is working to our advantage.
And she got a free show in the bargain. Moistening her lips, Gina watched, enraptured, as Dakarai moved on.
Kissing a line down Randall’s chest, using his tongue to swirl around the man’s navel, Dakarai slowly began to lower himself to his knees. Gina’s breath quickened in time with Randall’s as Dakarai neared Randall’s cock. The organ strained against Randall’s stomach, long and thick, clear drops bubbling from the slit.
Just as he had done with Gina the night before, Dakarai used his talented mouth on Randall’s thighs, nibbling at the soft skin until it turned red. Gina’s sense memory brought up the feel of those lips on her own flesh, such a blessed relief with what they promised was coming soon.
Dakarai blew another stream of breath up against Randall’s balls. The lightly furred, wrinkled skin drew up a bit. “You like all this attention here, don’t you?” Dakarai crooned. “You always have.”
Randall nodded eagerly. He seemed to search blindly for something to hold himself up and found the edges of the desk he’d been bent across. Grasping tight, he pushed his cock closer to Dakarai’s face. “Suck me,” he begged. “Please.”
“Getting there.” Dakarai drew a ragged breath, pausing with a visible struggle to get himself together.
He’s close, himself. Gina could tell Dakarai’s control, powerful as it might be, was wearing thin. But he wouldn’t stop before he’d pleased the one he was with.
A good man. A considerate lover. A master magician, able to fight the dragon flame that had to be burning his loins long enough to see his partner satisfied. Which he did with a rising enthusiasm.
Dakarai cupped Randall’s ass, giving the cheeks a hard squeeze. The tip of his tongue flickered out to taste the sac, drawing lines up and down the swollen pouch. His hand moved behind them, doing something Gina couldn’t see but which drew a harsh cry from Randall as he arched his back.
“Good?” Dakarai asked breathlessly.
Randall nodded once more, his face twisting in the beautiful ugliness of bliss. “Again?”
“As many times as you want.” Dakarai made his mysterious movement again, sending Randall into a visible paroxysm of pleasure. But then, to Gina’s relief, he moved back up where she could see, cupping Randall’s balls and rolling them in his palm.
“Dak,” Randall panted. “Dak. Careful.”
“Never hurt you,” Dakarai swore. He gentled his movements until he was only just touching the tightening sac, then finally, finally, he reached up for Randall’s cock.
Gina’s pulse sped up. This was what she had been waiting for.
Slowly, as if it were rapture, Dakarai drew the tip of Randall’s cock into his mouth.
Gina’s free hand slid up beneath her crop top to cup one of her breasts, heavy and aching. She squeezed, feeling the nipple lengthen and harden. Her breath quickened, arousal spreading through her. How much was the dragon flame, and how much was from watching the two men together? She couldn’t tell.
She didn’t care.
Dakarai sucked on the head of Randall’s cock, the tip of his tongue peeking out as he circled the tip. He made an appreciative noise. Gina remembered sounds like those coming out of her own throat as she had tasted Randall’s salty musk, just a drop or two, but enough to drive her on. Whimpering, she pushed a finger closer to her own folds.
Randall balanced himself on one arm and reached down to push on Dakarai’s curly head. “More,” he pleaded. “Need.”
Yes, Gina echoed inside her head. More.
Dakarai’s magic burned hotter, setting Gina’s nerves alight, as he slowly slid down the length of Randall’s cock. Randall groaned and bucked deeper into Dakarai’s willing mouth, pushing the man faster and harder. Dakarai took it all, every inch, his cheeks bulging with the size of the monster he had inside. Both men only stopped moving when Dakarai’s nose was flush with the wiry dark curls at the base of Randall’s cock.
But patience, patience. She could ride this tiger. This dragon.
The cords in Randall’s neck stood out as Dakarai slowly backed off, Randall’s shiny cock reappearing as if by -- well, magic. Dakarai kneaded the tops of Randall’s legs as he bobbed his head up and down.
Gina didn’t have to see. She knew from past experience what Dakarai was doing. He’d be moving his tongue around, circling the tip, driving Randall insane. She’d known Randall well enough to figure out what made him crazy, and Dakarai could be no different.
When Randall let out a loud cry of mixed desperation and need, Dakarai moved up again. This time he worked at a quicker pace, sliding up and down, his lips sealed in a tight ring around Randall’s cock. Gina could imagine Dakarai’s tongue gliding along the slick skin, pressing down on the veins as he sucked.
She unzipped her tight jeans to give herself the access she craved, slipping a finger beneath her panties and within her pussy. The searing heat inside her folds made her gasp, but once she’d started touching, there was no going back. One finger became two, gliding easily to and fro, the movement slick and smooth with the lubrication she was putting out.
Dipping into her channel, she felt her muscles clench down automatically. Her pussy was hungry for any kind of penetration, and the press of her own digits was close enough she clamped on them with a thrill.
Dakarai sucked on, moving up and down with never a pause. Gina began to pump her fingers in and out of her clasping cunt, matching him stroke for stroke. It felt good, no, wonderful, but it wasn’t enough. She needed more. Something else. But what?
Randall gave a strangled sound and thrust into Dakarai’s mouth. He seemed desperate, too, searching for the final move that would push him over the edge. Gina saw Dakarai’s stretched lips shift into something like a smile. His hand swept over his partner again, raising up to cup Randall’s ass cheek. He gave it a rough squeeze, and then slipped further around.