by Willa Okati
Both Randall and Gina stiffened. Oh, God, Gina thought as her pussy muscles clenched and fluttered. He’s putting his fingers inside. Oh... God.
“Fuck!” Randall burst out, bucking forward. Dakarai’s throat muscles contract, jerking hard as if he were swallowing. The magic flared and pulsed, filling the room with such a burst of power Gina felt her whole body begin to shake in a full orgasm. She lost control of herself as she spasmed, her two fingers thrusting deeply enough to bump into her cervix. The slight flare of pain drove her on, sending spear after spear of ecstasy through her nerves, exploding out into the open.
She struggled to focus as Dakarai reached for his own hard cock, grasping it in a fist and pumping hard, maneuvering fast as lightning. Another shock ran through Gina as she saw him begin to shoot over the floor, jets of pearly white come splattering hard.
Gina convulsed again and lay still, dazed. The couch held her upright, but that was all. She realized she was still kneading her breast and carefully let it go, moaning softly at the loss of contact.
Randall shook as Dakarai released him completely, the magician tracing his tongue around his mouth and chin to catch any stray drops of come. Her former lover’s gaze appeared unfocused as he reached to brush against Dakarai’s glistening skin. “Better,” he said, gravelly. “Just about to go off. You?”
Dakarai nodded. “Purged. And pleased.” He wiped his sticky hand against his belly, heaving with the force of his breath. “Now her. She’s almost there.”
“Not you?”
“No.” Dakarai pressed a kiss to the tip of Randall’s cock, still hard despite his climax. “There’s a tie. Use it.”
Randall turned his head toward Gina. “Can I?”
There was no time for thinking or second guesses. Gina reached out with both arms, beckoning Randall to her. She’d come harder than any woman could possibly, but the hunger was still there, demanding more and more. The sight of Randall, once so beloved, debauched from having his cock down another man’s throat, made her wild with lust.
She had to have some of what they’d shared.
“Come here,” she urged, feeling deliciously wanton. “Take me.”
“Gina,” Randall said in a rush of breath. “Too long -- but too soon?”
“No.” She shook her head. The dragon flame rushed in her, true, but so did the full and rapturous desire for his cock sheathed in her pussy. “I’m burning for you.”
The heat of the moment was on her, and she knew what she wanted.
So did Randall. He let go of the desk and began to stagger in her direction. His gaze was full of a frenetic craving. Gina thrilled to know it was all for her, this renewed passion and gathering energy.
Gina beckoned him closer. “Come here.”
“You couldn’t stop me,” he rasped. Finally making it to the edge of her couch, Randall sank to his knees but reached up to tug at her arms. “Smell so good,” he said with rabid desperation. “Get on the floor with me.”
Gina found it in her to laugh. “Like last night?” She went with Randall’s pull, landing softly on the floor as he guided her. “You were really there, with the palm leaf. You held my hands.”
“Going to hold more than that.” Randall pushed at Gina’s top, yanking it up over her breasts. She raised her arms to help him, and between the two of them they got it off. Randall zeroed in on her bra next, quickly undoing the front clasp and releasing her twin mounds, letting them spill out into his hands. He rubbed them eagerly, the same old wonderful touch, dragging a moan from Gina’s throat as she pushed up into his palms.
“More,” Randall demanded, abandoning his work for a moment to shove at Gina’s jeans. She wiggled her hips, as frantic for this as he was, shivering with heated anticipation as the denim slid off her legs. “These something you care about?” He tugged at the scrap of red underwear, soaked through.
Gina shook her head, hair tossing wildly to and fro.
“Good.” Randall gave the elastic a hard tug, easily snapping the fabric. He flicked the sopping cloth aside to cover her pussy with one big hand, cupping it as if it were the rarest treasure to be found on earth.
Gina wailed and bucked into his hand.
“Wish I could take my time. You deserve...” Randall trailed off. “But you’re ready for me. Aren’t you?”
Gina spread her legs without shame, urging him in. “No waiting,” she urged. “Need you inside.”
“Oh, God, Gina,” Randall groaned. He hurried into position, Gina following his lead and wrapping her legs around the small of his back, her ankles locking into place. With the magical protection that was part of her lineage, she never needed to worry about condoms or birth control. No barriers. The tip of his erection pressed hard against her inflamed opening, dilated to let him in.
Slowly, body clearly rattling with the effort to stay in control and not hurt her, Randall pushed into her cunt. Gina gasped and grabbed at his back, scratching his skin as he filled her.
Big, oh, God, he was so big. She’d forgotten that, and how her body stretched and burned as she accommodated him.
It didn’t matter, though. Nothing did. He had to move, and he had to move right away. Arching through the delicious pain, Gina ground her hips against his. “Fuck me,” she ordered, leaning up for a kiss.
The feel of Randall’s mouth against her own was heaven. He was rough, pushing his tongue past her lips, shoving in and out, but it was like coming home. Gina mewled and writhed, desperate for all she could get.
Randall knew what she wanted. He always had. His hips rose and fell as he withdrew and thrust, rushing into a fast, hard fuck that had Gina’s head spinning even as she tried to hold on to the kiss. Her head fell backward, though, and Randall seized on her neck instead, biting and sucking until it almost hurt, but oh, so good.
“Now,” Gina heard a voice, seeming to come from a million miles away, just a faint echo of sound. “Now, Randall.”
Randall loosed a rough growl and reached down between them, his cock still buried in Gina’s clenching pussy, and found her clit as easily as if they’d never been apart for a single day. Pinching the nubbin of flesh between his fingers, he thrust hard and tugged up sharply.
Gina came for a second time with a scream she couldn’t have hoped to contain, feeling it rattle through her bones and push out into the pressing air. Randall’s voice joined her own as she felt pulses of liquid heat gush into her channel, each jet setting off a smaller orgasm, shaking her to her core.
The moment seemed to last forever, and yet not long enough.
Slowly, breathing hard, Randall drew back. Gina stared up at him, her vision clouded with the dark shadows of climax. He looked as if he were worn out, exhausted beyond compare, but still concerned.
“Gina?” He touched her face lightly. “Are you okay?”
She laughed despite herself. “Wonderful,” she whispered, stretching up for another kiss.
“Not just this. All of it. What we’ve done. What you saw.” Randall kissed her, the taste of his lips salty with sweat. “And what’s coming.”
“As long as it’s me coming, I don’t care,” Gina said recklessly, grasping Randall still more tightly with her legs.
“But there’s more to this story, I think,” said the second voice. Gina turned her head to look at Dakarai, down on one knee beside them. Had he been watching the whole time? Gina thought he might have -- he had the flushed cheeks and dilated eyes of someone who’d been inflamed by what he’d seen.
“Here, let me help you.” Dakarai took hold of Gina’s ankles and unlocked them, lowering her legs to the carpet. Randall slipped from between her thighs and raised himself until his weight rested on the back of his heels.
Lying between the men, Gina felt suddenly naked and exposed. The last of the dragon flame slipped from her like a wave washing out to sea.
Oh, God. Had she actually done what she thought she’d just done?
“There’s more?” she asked, automatically covering her b
reasts with one arm, her hand coming down to hide her still-sopping pussy. “What now? What next?”
Dakarai indicated his lack of certainty. “The dragon’s going to be angry. There’s no telling--”
And between one word and the next, Gina snapped into blackness, tumbling away into the depths of her own mind.
Chapter Six
Hands. Gina felt hands grabbing at her as she tumbled through the void of reality to the alternate planes. Some tried to seize hold, as if to pull her back from wherever she tumbled toward, and some gave her vicious shoves forward. All of them felt clammy and cold, as if they belonged to men and women long since dead. The feelings of malice, guilt, anger, and helplessness radiated from each set of fingers, creating a maelstrom of emotion as dangerous as the journey from one place to another.
This is only in my mind, Gina told herself even as she struggled against the invading appendages. My body’s safe back in Dakarai’s shop. These things I’m feeling, they’re not real.
I’m safe.
The last of the hands let go and Gina “felt” herself tumbling down what seemed to be a chute. She landed with a hard thump, jostling every bone in her body as she spread out like a carelessly flung rag doll.
It’s not really a stone floor. I can’t be hurt.
Gina sat up, shaken but intact, gazing around at what she recognized was the dragon’s lair. She hadn’t taken the time to look before, but snatched the chance now to drink in the details of where the dragon had hidden himself away.
It looked like a scene out of Lord of the Rings. Pillars and arches stretched away in the distance as far as the eye could see, but they looked cold and pale. Grooves worn in the hard paving stones told the story of thousands of feet traveling among the structures, their owners living out their lives... but now, none of them were left.
Piles of ash lay heaped up on the ground in a haphazard pattern, each one a messy scatter of burned debris. Curious, Gina scrambled forward and dipped her hand in one of the mounds.
She came up with a handful of powder, but in the middle, glittering at her, she saw a dragon scale. It didn’t occur to Gina what she held could be anything else. Even after the rest of the beast’s body had crumbled to ash, this one scale, the Scale Immortal every dragon grew over their heart, glittered with the iridescence only a dragon could have, red fire gleaming on one side and hotter blue flames on the other.
Dropping the scale, Gina stared around herself. These are all that’s left of the dragons, she realized. My God. So many of them. What are they, the ones who couldn’t break through? Dragons who were incinerated during the effort to dig their way through from this plane to the mortal world?
“They were a sorry lot,” a familiar cold voice informed her. “Not a one was worthy of belonging to our once noble race. I fought each one, and bested them all. Tooth for tooth. Claw for claw. I burned them where they lay beaten and broken, and I lived to fight again.”
Gina’s back was turned away from where the throne would be, but she could feel the colorless gaze of the dragon man blazing against her skin. She was, she realized, still naked, her body smeared with sweat and seed, although those were drying quickly in the chill of the atmosphere. “And now there’s only you left?” she asked without turning around.
The dragon man sniffed. “I am the only one who is needed. But if I willed it, a thousand would spring up from the ashes you see before us. I hold the power of life and death in my hands.” He paused. “This will not do. Turn around and look at me, Georgina. No, no, do not pull back. I wish to see you face to face, as enemies should meet.”
Gina closed her eyes briefly, summoning up the feel of Randall and Dakarai’s touches running over every inch of her skin. Their remembered warmth buoyed her, giving her enough strength to pivot and stand up straight, unashamed.
She stared at the dragon man as he undulated on his throne, his limbs and joints too fluid to be human. Snakelike, that was the word. Curling up like a cobra ready to strike.
Yet he seemed to be holding himself in check. A forked tongue, black and narrow, flickered out as if he were tasting the air. “You reek of sex,” he said in definite satisfaction. “How do you like my flame, little human? I designed it especially for you, you who have shut yourself away like a -- what is it? -- a nun.” He leaned forward, his face hungry and anticipatory. “I sifted the ether for your aura last night. My, but you were tangled deep in the threads I had woven. Torn in two by lust.” He lifted his chin. “All this was at my hands. Mine. You were helpless against my power.”
Gina took a breath and then shut her mouth. If the beast didn’t know about Randall and Dakarai...
“Why are you doing this?” she asked, proud to hear her voice come out clearly and calmly with no hint of fear. “I’ve asked you before, but you’ve danced around the answer. I am the last of the Georges.” She cast a glance around her. “And you seem to be the last of the dragons, something you admit is your own fault. When this generation passes, the feud is over. Let it rest.”
Those no-color eyes snapped with aggravated irritation. The dragon man’s hands curled into fists, talons digging into skin. “The fight will never be over! What George the so-called Saint began, I will finish. I have spent my years fighting for the chance to be the one who faces you, and further years still finding a ground in which we can do battle.”
Gina shrugged. “You didn’t do a very good job. As far as I know, this is all in my own mind. You can dance around in my thoughts all you want, but head games won’t win a battle, much less the kind of war you’re talking about.”
For some reason, her defiance amused the dragon man enough to make him laugh, a dry, hissing sound that sent chills down Gina’s neck. “I have merely invaded your thoughts, you say? Let us suppose this is all I have done. You have seen my power. What if I made you lose your senses? What if you went insane?”
“Then you wouldn’t get much of a tussle, would you?” Gina stood her ground. Her thoughts were clicking along double-quick, coming up with answers to the questions that had gone unasked. “And unless you do it now -- which I don’t think you can -- your chance is going to be gone. I’m getting my strength back, dragon. Soon I’ll be able to build up walls to keep you out. What are you going to do then?”
The dragon chuckled. He leaned back in his crumbling throne and stroked his long, dry hair. “What makes you think this is only in your mind, foolish girl?”
Gina paused, startled.
“Do you think your mind is such a powerful thing as to create all of this?” The dragon waved around them to indicate the crumbling ruins, the heaps of dragon ash, the hard stone floor with its desiccated vegetation. “Oh, no,” he said silkily. “This is real, Georgina, last of the Georges. I draw on your mind, true, but also on your body. Believe me or believe me not, what happens in this place is very real.”
“How...” Gina struggled to understand. “Where are we?”
“Such a clever wench. Figure it out for yourself.” The dragon man stood with a swish. He stretched out his arms, scales swarming up them until they gleamed with adamantium brilliance. “I grow tired of mincing with words. Let us see if you really are as helpless as I believe.”
Habits she’d have thought long forgotten brought Gina down into a fighting stance. Her oldest forefathers had used swords, but as time passed and fighting styles changed, they’d switched to spears for their longer reach. She had no spear for herself, no shield, and no magic, but she could brace herself for the attack. “Bring it on.”
The dragon snarled, pale lips curving back over those wicked teeth, and launched himself from his throne. He leapt further and faster than Gina would have expected, and by the time she could adjust for the change he was on her, scaly body dwarfing her own fragile shell and pinning it to the ground.
Gina wasn’t going down without a fight, though. Desperation lent her the strength to wrestle one arm free. She scratched wildly at the dragon man’s face, clawing for his eyes.
He
laughed again, a hideous snakelike sound, as he evaded her attack. “Pink and puny,” he mocked. “So easy to kill. One bite--” He clashed his teeth together. “-- right here, in your neck, and this will all be over. If you die here, you die there as well.”
Gina fought to bring her knee up, wondering if dragons had sensitive genitalia in this form. She’d never known a man who wouldn’t collapse after a good solid whack in the balls. “I’m not... very... easy... to kill,” she gritted out. “You’ve got me down, but I’m not out.”
“Only because I am but playing with you.” The dragon stretched his full weight, easily three times that of Randall, on top of Gina and laid her flat, unable to move. “And I do enjoy this game.”
“That makes one of us.” Gina tried harder to buck, to gain some kind of purchase, all in vain.
The dragon man grinned, a vicious sight, as his wicked talons delicately lifted strands of Gina’s hair off her cheeks. It was a deliberate, sick mimicry of what Randall and Dakarai had done before, whether or not he knew as much.
Gina’s skin shuddered at his cold touch.
“I can make you burn again,” the dragon man crooned. “If I wanted, I could fill you with such lust you would spread your legs for me and beg me to fuck you. But I would not taint myself by honoring a George with my seed. What did you use on yourself to ride through the first wave of the fever? Some small toy, such as you humans are wont to use?”
Oh, shit. Gina held utterly still.
No good. The dragon man’s face tightened. He plunged a scaly nose into the nape of Gina’s neck and dragged in a deep breath. His tongue slipped out, the forked ends tickling at her skin.
Then, she felt him bite. Sharp pain blasted through Gina as the dragon man’s teeth broke her skin. She felt hot blood running down from the puncture marks -- yet instead of closing his jaws and tearing out her throat, the creature withdrew.