by Willa Okati
Dakarai loosened his tight grip, but kept his arms circled around Gina as she turned to face Randall. Her hands went up to touch his face, still so much the young man she’d loved and lost, tracing the changes time had wrought. “I’ve always loved you,” she whispered, and meant it.
“Kiss me,” Randall urged, lowering his head to be in reach. “I need to know how much you missed me.”
“More than words.” Gina put her hands on Randall’s shoulders, holding him in place. She raised her mouth to his and placed their lips together, clinging on with all the strength she had in her.
Randall groaned as they were joined. The harbor of his mouth fused to her own, sealing them against one another. He tasted the same way memory painted him, slightly minty, a little bit salty, wholly himself. He felt both soft and hard against her, his lips still closed but, she could tell, eager for more.
An old lover, one never forgotten, and you don’t have the courage to open to him, the dragon jeered in Gina’s mind. Give up now.
No, Gina refused, pushing the dragon back where he belonged. She lifted her hand to stroke Randall’s cheek, running her fingers across the bristly stubble he wore, and then down his neck. She parted her lips, silently offering herself up to him.
“Gina,” Randall whispered, breath warm against her skin. He fastened their mouths together again, tongue slipping out against her own. Careful at first, he lapped against her. The glowing need inside Gina made her want more. She licked back, encouraging him, and made an involuntary needy, mewing noise.
Randall seized her by the waist and held on tight. His kiss turned frantic and eager, tongue twining around hers and tugging hard. Gina let herself be swallowed by the sensations, her world dwindling down to Randall’s touch and the exhilaration of newly awakening desire crashing into her like waves against the shore. That shore where she’d first pictured him again.
Gina imagined them back on their crystalline beach, the fantasy so easy to fall into, she almost felt the heat of a Caribbean sun on her back. Palm fronds and the ripe scent of coconut milk. Randall’s hands skating up and down her wherever he could reach, a greedy man who couldn’t get enough.
She withdrew slowly, sucking at Randall’s full lower lip. “I wish we had been there for each other all along.”
“We’ll make up for lost time.” Randall kissed her again, quickly this time, giving her just a taste, although Gina tried to cling to him. He pushed at her, gently nudging her around. “Are you able to do this with Dakarai along for the ride?”
Gina gazed at the waiting mage, an expression of yearning and hope on his face. She felt a thrill of power at knowing Dakarai, whom most women couldn’t touch, was so eager for her. “You want me?” she whispered, giving in to impulse and tangling one of his curls around her fingers. She pulled at the ankh with her other hand, feeling the magic fizzing inside. “Not just because of the power?”
“I would want you even if there were nothing else happening and no one but you and me together in this moment.” Dakarai covered her hand, the one over his ankh, with his own. “You make me burn.”
“More than the dragon flame?”
“I ache for you.” He pressed down on her knuckles. “You have my heart.”
“Then have the rest of me, too.” Gina leaned in to kiss him tenderly, brushing their lips together. “We belong together, don’t we?”
“As we always have, and always will be,” Dakarai replied against her mouth. “I would be more than your mage, Georgina. Gina. Do you need me as much as I need you?”
“Do you need me, too? Like he does?” Randall asked hopefully.
The ember of desire began to spread, sending a glow through Gina’s stomach. “More. Both of you.” Randall had been her lover, and Dakarai had come into her life as a surprise, but there were bonds between her and them that went beyond the magical. She liked Dakarai -- his dry sense of humor, his intensity, his power. Thinking about what he could do made her shiver in anticipation.
“Then a real kiss?” Dakarai asked, seeing her reaction, his face intent but eyes glowing darkly with desire. “Let me taste your lips.”
He was closer to her height than Randall. Not a short man, but nowhere near as tall as her beloved big ox of a guy. Dakarai only had to bend a little to reach her, although he tipped her chin up with two fingers that seemed to smolder against her soft skin. “And all I ask...” he whispered.
Gina kissed him.
This was different from her embrace with Randall. Dakarai was eager from the start, and the way he moved his lips was like music. They danced over her own, pressing here and gliding there, teeth nibbling at the fleshy underside while he sucked at the top.
Dakarai kissed like no other man on earth. Even if his magic was depleted, he had enough to charge their contact with sufficient power to make her covet more. Chuckling low in his throat, the mage obliged, pressing their faces closer with a hand behind her head. He toyed with her loose strand of hair as he kissed her, tugging in a way that didn’t cause pain, but inflamed her senses.
“More,” she breathed, curling and uncurling her fists. “Hungry.”
“Ravenous.” Dakarai deepened their touch, finally bringing his tongue into play. Unlike Randall, he refused to be baited by a combatant, but took complete control, rubbing against her in short strokes like striking a match against tinder.
Gina felt herself sag toward the mage, pressing both fists against the muscles of his chest to brace herself. Randall readjusted his grip, helping her stand when her legs might have gone wobbly.
When Dakarai pulled away, he looked dazed, but his grasp on Gina was firmer. “Clothes,” he said, lifting the edge of Gina’s crop top. “Too many of them. I want skin to skin.”
“My turn, then.” Gina took hold of the bottom of Dakarai’s warm sweater, sliding it up over his hard stomach. Unable to resist the urge to caress his skin, and then to bend and kiss it, tasting the salty flavor of his skin, she reveled in his moan.
Dakarai tugged at Gina’s hair, pulling it free of its French twist. “Don’t tease,” he rasped. “Do it.”
Gina chuckled and did as she’d been asked, yanking Dakarai’s sweater up and over his head. He raised his arms so the whole thing could slide off. The muscles of his chest gleamed, but not as if he were sweating. This was power radiating through his skin. Too tempting not to fondle. Gina took her time with touching every ridge of muscle and licking at his nipples, rising up into stiff peaks beneath her tongue.
Dakarai gasped. “Randall,” he managed. “Now go to Randall.”
Gina turned again in the circle of their arms. Randall was already halfway out of his brown sweatshirt, firm stomach on display as he struggled with the sleeves of the garment. She let him finish stripping the shirt away on his own, focusing instead on lavishing attention on every bit of skin as it was uncovered.
Randall combed his fingers through the now loose waves of Gina’s hair. “You’ll make me crazy.”
Yeah, but what a ride, Gina thought giddily. She moved toward the drawstring on Randall’s pants, no longer concentrating on anything but getting him -- no, both men -- naked. One tug and the string came loose. Randall’s pants, baggy to begin with, fell down around his ankles. He kicked them off impatiently and stood still, chest out, waiting for Gina’s reaction.
The sight of him made Gina’s mouth water. When they’d been young, Randall had been enough to take her breath away, and he had been a boy then. Now, honed with muscles and an air of experience, he burned with his own inner light. It wasn’t like Dakarai’s magic. Randall had pure strength, the might of a bear, held in check by the force of his will.
And his cock...
Gina gazed at the organ, fascinated. She remembered seeing it for the first time and wondering how something so big could fit inside her -- and how, when he’d pushed within, the way her body had stretched to allow him entrance. Her pussy began to throb, recalling how just a little while ago he had been inside her once again. Time hadn’t
dulled the thrill. And while at first it had all been about the rush, now she had the time to appreciate him.
Going down on one knee, Gina gazed at Randall’s cock rising above her. Damned height difference; she couldn’t take his prick into her mouth the way she wanted to, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t work with what she had. Make him feel good.
She remembered how. Knew what he liked.
Raising herself just a little, balancing on the ball of one foot, Gina flickered her tongue across the lightly furred surface of Randall’s sac. He flinched and uttered a stifled cry, which almost made her chuckle. His cock jerked, brushing her hair. But it wasn’t enough. There needed to be more.
And more was what Gina gave her former lover. Moving carefully, she sucked one ball between her lips and gave the egg-shaped organ a good going-over with her tongue, rolling it back and forth.
“Oh, God! Gina!”
He tasted like heaven, and his musky smell sent Gina floating on a cloud of bliss. She playfully tongued his flavorful skin and then moved to his other testicle, drawing it in quicker. Her handling was a little more rough this time, not enough to cause pain, but enough to let him know she meant business.
“Hey, don’t forget me.” Gina felt Dakarai brush her head. “I touch you, and I feel the power. But the man in me wants to feel your sweet lips.” He pulled her hair gently. “Share.”
Laughing, feeling the sparking fire of lust catch into a curl of flame, Gina stood. The men swarmed in, arms around one another, trapping her in the middle. Their chests heaved as they struggled to keep control of their passion, their need, instead of pouncing on each other or on her before she was prepared.
They were ready, though. More than ready. One hard cock nestled against her dampening pussy, and one pressed insistently at the small of her back. Randall and Dakarai smelled of potent men, dark and pungent, frantic to sink their swollen erections into something tight but yielding. They pushed at her, back and forth, sawing her between them.
God, what a thrill. Gina closed her eyes to better savor it as her pussy grew wetter in anticipation. Her body pulsed, eager for what was to come, eagerly awaiting what she knew would soon experience.
She wasn’t afraid. She welcomed it.
Exultation flooded Gina’s head. A day ago, who would have thought “Mary” would end up like this? But she’d shed her disguise, and now, as her true self, she stood between two men desperate for her, for each other. But no matter how ready they were, Gina knew she could order them to do anything, and they’d obey. Her hands held the reins; she had the authority to lead them wherever they needed to go.
The power made her feel like the warrior queen Dakarai had called her. A woman from a long and mighty line who knew what she wanted and who wouldn’t hesitate when it came to getting what she craved.
“Undress me,” Gina commanded, her voice coming out husky and laden with sex. “Both of you at once. Let me feel your hands on my body.”
“For you, my lady, anything.” Dakarai’s voice was strained, but urgently willing to do as he’d been told. Randall said nothing, but pressed a hot, biting kiss to the nape of Gina’s neck.
The men seemed to come to an unspoken agreement as to who would claim what. Dakarai’s nimble fingers went to the fastening of her jeans, unzipping them with a quick tug. He buried his nose in her pussy, breathing deep, tongue flickering out for a taste of her juices.
“Not yet,” Gina scolded, despite the thrill Dak’s illicit sampling of her flavor caused. “Randall isn’t finished.”
“Almost there,” Randall rasped against Gina’s ear. Caressing her stomach, he pulled the crop top up and over her head. Hair tangled in her eyes, but when she shook her head to clear it, she found Randall’s hands helping to smooth the strands away. She purred, leaning back against him, able to feel how primed he was from the quaking through his muscles.
He wanted her. They both wanted her.
And she burned for them. No enchantments, just pure desire, fire licking across her nerve endings. “Now,” she bid them, arching into Randall’s strong arms. “Hands on me. Both of you.”
They were quick to action. Randall cupped Gina’s breasts, lifting the twin globes and balancing them in his palms. His touch was gentle as a feather, fingers ghosting over her nipples, which puckered under his caress, rising into hard nubs. Dakarai took Gina by the hips and pushed his face forward into her throbbing pussy once more, taking one light, delicate lick along the seam of her labia.
Not enough. “Harder,” Gina insisted. “No holding back.”
Her partners exhaled a heavy breath and rushed her with the force of their passion. Dakarai plunged into Gina’s pussy, his agile tongue laving her from top to bottom, feasting on her juices and making appreciative sounds. What he lacked in experience at oral sex on females that he might have gained with a little more practice, he definitely made up for in enthusiasm, especially when he found her clit and began to play with the button, teasing and tapping it with his tongue.
Randall clasped Gina to him, rough but not bruising. He rained kisses down her neck, the curve of her throat, her shoulders, wherever he could reach. His hands roamed over her breasts, thumbs rubbing hard tracks down their fleshy length and squeezing from beneath, then rolling her nipples between his thumbs until the nubs tingled and burned.
Caught between them, Gina moaned and writhed, double-stimulated and... more. When she closed her eyes she could see the cords of power rippling among them. Randall’s glowed red-hot, as if it were iron in the heart of a furnace. Dakarai’s rippled, waving to and fro, but slowly gathering solidity and a glow to its rich purple color.
When Dakarai gave her clitoris a hard tweak, Gina came, the orgasm bursting over her and taking her by surprise -- his purple cord spasmed, then began to shine.
She opened her eyes, head lolling on Randall’s huffing chest. He still held her breasts, but loosely, as if he were barely able to concentrate on what he was doing. Dakarai lifted his face, gleaming with Gina’s juices, and reached up to take her hands.
“Yes,” he urged. “It’s working.”
“I saw them. The cords of power.”
Dakarai shook his head with a soft laugh. “Oh, how clever you are, Gina. Look at how you’re growing in your own strength.” He fought for every word, obviously struggling against his arousal to be clear. “I can see you, wanting the both of us. Binding us together.”
Gina roughed up his hair. “No magic necessary,” she replied softly. “Just man to woman to man.”
“You are remarkable.” Dakarai placed a kiss to her thigh. “Can we go further? Are you willing?”
The question didn’t require any thought. Gina blazed with the need to have the men, both of them, inside her. “Oh, yes,” she said in a rush. “But how?”
“Let us do the work. Turn around again. Face Randall.”
Gina pivoted in the circle of her men’s arms. Now it was Randall’s cock pressing against her pussy. She felt herself tighten in anticipation, almost drooling at the thought of his fat cock pushing into her again. She lifted her head, neck swaying like a dandelion’s stem, and watched him through a lust-clouded gaze.
“Ready for me?” he asked in a whisper.
“Always have been. Always will be.”
Gina moved forward, but Randall stopped her with one hand between her breasts. “Wait for Dak. Needs to be in at the same time.”
For this first moment since this had begun, Gina felt a frisson of fear. She’d never... not up the ass. Randall had been interested, back in the day, but they hadn’t gotten around to it before the dragon that drove them apart. “Will it hurt?” she asked Randall, searching his face.
Randall shook his head. “Dakarai knows what he’s doing.” He bent to kiss her, a quick tussle of mouth against mouth. “Relax.”
Behind her, Gina heard a grunt of satisfaction and the sound of a cork popping out of a jar. Dakarai stroked her back. “Let your muscles go,” he requested thickly. “You’ll
feel wonderful.”
Gina hung onto Randall as Dakarai’s slim fingers parted the cheeks of her ass. The digits felt slick and oily against her skin, slippery with something she couldn’t identify. He probed at her rear entrance, whispered reassuring half-words against Gina’s shoulder, and penetrated her with one finger.
“Oh!” Gina bucked against Randall, then back toward Dakarai. The men were right. It didn’t hurt. It felt amazing. Magic or lust? She didn’t know. But she craved more. “Please?”
Dakarai chuckled. Another finger poked in, stretching her open with a burn that was beyond good. Gina groaned and tossed as he dilated her hole, his touch moving in a harsh dance which sent her hunger for this skyrocketing.
“Now?” she begged, pussy and ass both empty and desperate to be filled. “Say it’s now.”
She felt the blunt pressure of Dakarai’s cock lining up against her stretched anus. “When you say you’re ready,” he managed. “Are you?”
Gina tossed her head, hair flying. “Fuck me.” She said it again, deeper and needier. “Now. Fuck me now!”
The men shuddered simultaneously, and then, as one, pushed their cocks into Gina’s eager channels. She froze for a second at the paired penetration, doubling the intensity she had once been used to. Yet as her men continued their slow, driving entrance, she found her muscles grasping at their pricks, clinging to the intrusions that rubbed against spots she knew were good and ones she’d never known would be so wonderful.
“You like this?” Dakarai asked, nibbling at her shoulder on the opposite side from where the dragon had bitten.
Gina nodded drunkenly. “Oh, yeah.” Energy soared through her, focusing on the two cocks now buried balls-deep in her pussy and ass. “Move.”
“Can feel you through her,” Randall whispered. “So hard.”
“Hard,” Dakarai gritted out. “Move.”
Gina uttered a cry as the men withdrew and thrust forward. They moved in tandem, emptying and filling her. Each pull out left her empty and aching; each push in inched up a feeling of power swelling beneath her skin. She felt like a vessel being filled, not just with sex, but with a mighty burst of mojo her body seemed hardly able to contain.