Nexus

by Ophelia Bell

  “I guess that answers that. Be gentle with him,” Erika said over Kris’s head.

  “Aren’t I always gentle, love?” Geva’s deep voice replied.

  “Until I ask you not to be,” she replied in a suggestive tone.

  A slick touch teased at Kris’s tight opening. He squeezed Erika’s thighs tighter, wanting to fuck harder into Issa at the same time he really wanted Geva to do just a little more to his ass.

  Issa clamped down on his cock with her pussy just reinforcing how trapped he was between them.

  He couldn’t move or else he’d lose one of these sensations, and he wanted to feel all of them.

  He closed his eyes again, becoming lost in the sensations. Erika’s hands clutched the sides of his face, pressing a stiff nipple against his lips. He sucked, grateful for the command to action.

  Geva pressed deeper with a gentle, probing touch. Issa’s hips urgently rose up against him, pulling at his cock, but he still couldn’t move with the tight grip Geva had on his hips.

  He concentrated on Erika, sucking each stiff nipple into his mouth, rolling it against his tongue. Her entire torso undulated while she rocked her body over Issa’s mouth.

  “Oh God, that’s it, shove that tongue deep,” Erika gasped.

  Kris opened his eyes and looked down. He might not be able to do anything, but he could still use his eyes, and what he saw was beautiful. Erika’s clit was pink and wet over Issa’s lips, Issa’s purple tongue flicking at it, then disappearing.

  Erika grabbed Kris’s hand and shoved it between her thighs. “Rub me there, Kris. Make me come. She’s hungry. God that tongue goes deeper than most men’s cocks.”

  He knew hunger, he ached for more energy, more magic. He could already feel his power being depleted, drawing away from him into the altar. The walls of the room were pulsing with it, the shifting glow traveling outward and rising up the tiers into the walls and the ceiling above him.

  Erika’s wet heat coated his fingertips as he rubbed her throbbing clit. The motion of Geva’s fingers against his ass mimicked his own fingers, pressing circles against aching flesh. The dragon behind him had a reservoir of energy filled to brimming, ready to give it to him.

  Kris relaxed, pulled out of Issa’s pussy just enough to signal his willingness to Geva, then pushed back into Issa with a hard thrust.

  “That’s it,” Geva sad roughly against his ear. The red dragon thrust a slick finger past Kris’s clenching barrier. Kris tightened then relaxed and pushed back again.

  The squeeze of Issa’s pussy urged him on, so he repeated the motion. With each push back, Geva fucked into him with his finger, then added another.

  Just when Kris thought he couldn’t take more from behind, Erika cried out and pulled at his head, crashing her lips against his while she came. She slid to the side in a boneless heap, smiling, then leaned up to kiss Issa in gratitude.

  “You just worry about fucking and getting fucked, Kris. I’ll take care of her,” Erika said.

  Kris nodded and closed his eyes, letting Geva control the rest. The stretch of fingers in his ass disappeared, only to be replaced by something thicker and hotter. He managed to remain poised on both arms above Issa, conscious still of her silken thighs sliding against his sides and her hips rhythmically thrusting up against him. Erika was busy with one hand between the lavender dragon’s thigh’s and the other at her breast.

  Kris groaned at the deep thrust of the cock as it pushed into his ass, stretching him almost painfully, but it was a pleasurable pain he could handle—not the soul-crushing ache of futile, misspent desire he’d always felt before today. Once deep inside him, Geva gripped Kris’s hips. The red dragon pushed Kris forward and off his own cock, the pressure causing him to sink deep into Issa, then Geva pulled Kris back until his cock slid deep in, hips nestled against Kris’s ass.

  The heavy pressure of Geva’s length deep inside and slick friction from both sides of him were so intense his body felt on fire from the pleasure. His eyes locked onto Issa’s and never left them, unable to articulate even a thought but he knew she understood. They were together now, the clench of her around him as much a signal of her feelings as the impression in his mind of how she felt.

  Issa came again, her hips smacking hard up against Kris, the brief surge of energy Erika had given Issa rushing into him. The walls of the room brightened as it flowed through.

  Geva growled in his ear and pushed him forward so that he sprawled inelegantly over Issa’s body. She held him tight, letting her pussy clench and release around his still hard, pulsing cock. The sensation of being filled to the brink of overflowing triggered the first of the waves.

  It all came crashing over with a harsh yell from Geva and a solid thrust that pushed Kris over the edge once again. Issa quivered underneath him, holding him tighter while he came. The fiery pulse of Geva’s considerable well of energy coursed through him. It was hotter, more vibrant and shocking than Issa’s had been, and a residue seemed to remain behind after it sank into the altar, leaving Kris tingling from head to toe.

  Geva carefully slid out of him and Kris extracted himself from Issa. The red dragon smiled and wiped sweat from his brow. His chest heaved and he bent, breathless, surprising Kris with a deep kiss.

  Kris collapsed beside Issa, pulling her close and finding comfort with his face nestled against her breasts.

  “That was only the beginning, love,” she whispered in his ear.

  “I know. I just want to hold you for a second.”

  She shifted out from under him. “There will be plenty of time for that after, trust me.”

  Kris grasped at her as she moved away, the absence of her touch suddenly as painful as the initial presence of it had been. He didn’t want her to leave, was about to mindlessly follow when a pair of soft, feminine arms wrapped around him from behind and hands trailed down his chest.

  Chapter Six

  Camille saw the anguished look in Kris’s eyes when Issa pulled away. She remembered that first departure when the lovemaking had ended between herself, Eben, and Roka and the two men left her alone briefly. Then Issa had appeared and urged them all back together. She could give Kris the contact she knew he craved, so she did, reaching around to embrace him from behind.

  “We’re all here for you, Kris,” she said, cheek pressed against his back. “We won’t let you go until it’s over. Roka has a gift for you now. A little of me, a little of Eben. But you already got a taste of us all from Issa, didn’t you?”

  It seemed to be enough. Kris paused and sank back on his heels, bowing his head. He reached behind to squeeze her hip affectionately. His hand lingered and after a second the touch became more exploratory. His other arm reached behind, both hands stretching back to squeeze her ass.

  “You do feel a little different from Issa. So did Erika,” he said in a wondering tone, turning in her arms.

  “Oh?” she asked, smiling up at him. He was so much taller than her, and so dark and exotic compared to the other men. She’d always admired his looks, but had never felt as strong a connection with him as she had with Eben. “How are we different?”

  Kris’s eyes traveled from her face down her neck and lingered at her breasts. His hands followed, tracing the sloping curve and cupping both weighty mounds gently in his palms.

  “You’re bigger in some places, smaller in others. Your skin is just as soft. It feels good to touch.”

  She inhaled a sharp gasp when his thumbs brushed across her nipples.

  “Still sensitive?” he asked.

  Camille nodded and reached up. Remembering that this was still his first time, too, she brushed her own thumbs over his nipples. Kris closed his eyes and sighed.

  “You like that, too, huh?” she asked. He nodded, his eyes locking back onto hers.

  Eben and Roka were both watching intently from the sidelines. Camille could sense their impatience to get on with things, but she’d insisted that she get to choose who did what this time around, and she’d just
discovered one of her new favorite dirty little things to do.

  “Lie back,” she said huskily and pushed both palms against Kris’s chest. “I learned something new tonight that I’d like to show you.”

  Kris obeyed, moving to recline back against the upraised curve of the altar where Issa had been resting earlier while he fucked her. Camille pushed his thighs apart and knelt between them, sliding her palms up his legs, over his muscular stomach and chest, then back down to the thicket of dark hair his large erection jutted out of.

  “Sweet Mother,” Kris muttered when she took his thick tip into her mouth. Camille marveled at the tangy flavor of him. That must be Issa she tasted—he’d been fucking her for a long time. Camille had wondered what the pretty dragon had tasted like. After Issa had taken such care to make Camille come, Camille had hoped she’d get the chance to return the favor. Giving it to Kris would be just as rewarding.

  From the corner of her eye, Roka’s massive, pale shape approached, his cock already stiff and loosely gripped in his palm. He stepped up onto the altar and knelt by Kris’s head. The white dragon-man was so large that his hips were level with Kris’s shoulders where Kris reclined. Just before Camille closed her eyes to take Kris deeper into her mouth, Roka’s hand brushed Kris’s cheek, urging him to turn his head. Kris shifted slightly, twisting his entire torso just enough to dart his tongue out to taste the tip of Roka’s glistening cock.

  Camille had learned already from two masters how to pleasure a man with her mouth. She’d insisted they both teach her in detail over the course of the night and they hadn’t let her down, so now she believed she could teach Kris.

  “Do to him what I do to you,” she said.

  Kris glanced down at her and nodded. “Okay, but I think I have a pretty good idea already.”

  Careful to keep her lips over her teeth, she sank her mouth down around Kris’s cock so far his tip hit the back of her throat. She glanced up briefly, pleased that he’d done the same to Roka. She gripped his base with one hand, moving the other down to stroke his balls. He whimpered slightly and his hips surged up, thrusting into her mouth. She pulled back, stroking his velvet shaft with her palm as she went. She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock, taking care to tease at the underside just so before engulfing as much of his length as possible again in a long, slow sucking motion.

  Behind her, she was dimly aware of Eben’s presence. He was taking his time already, probably stroking himself while he watched. Camille’s pussy was a hot knot of need between her thighs and getting even hotter the more she sucked. She hoped Eben would hurry up and fuck her, but he apparently had other ideas.

  With the briefest of glimpses while she sucked on Kris, she could see Eben working his way from Roka down. Eben gave Roka a long, deep kiss, letting the dragon stroke him while he toyed with Roka’s chest and ass. Roka let out a deep rumble of appreciation. Then Eben spent a few moments touching Kris, kissing his neck, sucking his nipples, and urging Kris to give his cock a few strokes, too. Camille almost laughed, but didn’t want to lose her concentration, so she kept her eyes closed to block out her lover’s antics. Eben seemed to love getting everyone to touch him.

  Finally he made it to her, pausing to lay gentle kisses against her shoulder and whisper in her ear, “Take his cock like a pro, babe. I know how good that feels, especially with your pretty mouth wrapped around it. That’s right. Suck him. Make him shoot his load all over those gorgeous titties so I can lick it off you.”

  Camille moaned around Kris’s cock, already eager for exactly that to happen. Eben seemed to love coming up with new challenges for her and she was only too happy to follow through. She sucked and stroked Kris a little faster, moaning harder when Eben positioned himself behind her and tongued her ass and pussy over and over until it made her want to scream at him to fuck her and fuck her hard. But she had a task to complete and was loving it too much to stop.

  It didn’t take long. Soon Eben sank his shaft deep into her in a quick, impatient thrust. He bent over her back from behind, fucking her hard and rubbing her clit.

  She emitted a strangled moan around Kris’s cock and groped with one hand in front of her. A second later, Roka’s large, competent hand found hers. He always knew when she was about to come. Eben was, too, apparently, and he also reached a hand out to clutch hard at Roka.

  Camille couldn’t help it. She had to breathe. Slipping Kris’s cock out of her mouth, she continued stroking him with one hand, rubbing her breasts against him for added friction while she and Eben cried out in unison. Eben slammed into her, his hot cum shooting deep in throbbing spurts. His voice gusted hot and rough against her ear, urging her to keep stroking Kris, whose hips were rhythmically thrusting up against her chest.

  Roka’s grip tightened on her hand and he groaned. Camille looked up at him, loving to watch his majestic face when he hurtled over the edge. His eyes blazed white and his jaw clenched, then he threw his head back and let out an unholy roar to the ceiling while his hips thrust deep into Kris’s mouth. Kris’s face contorted and flushed red, but he took it all. Camille watched in fascination as the glorious tattoo that graced his torso lit up. Just then, a wet heat splattered against her chest and she looked down, realizing that she’d still been stroking him the entire time and he was coming hard all over her in streaks of thick white fluid.

  Eben withdrew from her and she sat back on her heels, breathless and pleased at how it had gone.

  “You’re a genius,” Eben said into her ear. He reached a hand around her and dipped a finger into the liquid dripping down one of her breasts. He trailed it in a circle around one of her nipples causing her to quiver slightly with pleasure.

  “Allow me,” a new and entirely feminine voice said from behind them.

  Camille craned her head around to see the pretty golden-haired dragon girl, Aurin, move forward and kneel before her.

  “I think there’s enough to share,” Eben said, bending to lick the creamy remnants of Kris’s orgasm off one nipple. Aurin followed suit on her other breast while the male twin to the girl moved to the other side of the altar, scooting up close to Kris.

  “Can’t let you guys have all the fun,” Aurik said. He bent his head and kissed Kris soundly, then pulled back and licked his lips. He gave Roka an appraising look and smiled. “So that’s what Guardian tastes like. I always wondered.”

  Chapter Seven

  Kris sat up and looked around himself in a daze. His entire body seemed to be vibrating from the rush of power still seeping into the altar beneath him. The room glowed even brighter now. Roka had moved away, taking up a spot behind Camille and merely watching with interest while Eben and the lovely, golden Aurin licked Kris’s spunk off Camille’s ample bosom.

  The round, golden curve of Aurin’s backside beckoned. He glanced at Dimitri first and the young, blond man smiled.

  “You’ll never forget being sandwiched between the two of them, trust me,” Dimitri said.

  Kris glanced to the side at the still grinning Aurik. “She’s ready for you, friend,” Aurik said, gesturing to his sister’s already wet and glistening pussy. “Dimitri made sure of it. But are you ready for me?”

  A deep voice called from nearby, “I made sure of that.” Geva smiled in satisfaction as he reclined sleepily with Erika draped over him, watching with fatigue-glazed eyes.

  Kris didn’t see Issa anywhere and craned his head around looking for her.

  “I’m still here,” her sweet voice cut through the murmurs of the others and he found her seated out of the way on one of the tiers across the room.

  “I’ll be with you when you’re done with them, I promise. In the meantime, I’m enjoying the show.”

  Her words gave him the push he needed to continue with greater enthusiasm. Kris rose to his knees and smiled around at the others.

  “Alright then, let’s fuck.”

  He gave himself up to the pleasure, finding a rhythm between the others for the first time since it all began. The
dragons gave all they had to him, and Erika’s team eagerly participated, slipping into the openings where they could be found. Some would pull back for a breather while others came forward.

  True to his promise, Kris tasted every one of them, and they tasted him, in turn. Issa’s promise held true, too. He loved it. Every second of every touch. Every stroke of a tongue over his skin, every tight squeeze of a slick pussy around his hard length or a thrust of a cock into his ass.

  Just when he believed they’d surprised him every way they could, they managed to do it again.

  When he thought it was close to ended, he realized there were two he still hadn’t touched yet. The tangle of limbs surrounding him slipped away, leaving two figures still at the perimeter of the altar.

  Kol looked uncertain, but Hallie tugged at his hand, urging him forward.

  “He doesn’t want to share,” she explained. “But I told him I didn’t mind. And look at him—he’s about to go nova from all those orgasms he gave me earlier.”

  Kris sat quietly and nodded, knowing exactly how Kol felt about sharing. He was honestly grateful Issa had opted to eschew participation in the event aside from preparing him for it.

  “I don’t even have to touch her, Kol. You’re the one who needs to surrender to me. It only needs to be the two of us.”

  Kol’s worried frown smoothed a little bit, but didn’t disappear entirely. “No, I know, but I want to please her, too. And she wants us both inside her.”

  Kris furrowed his brow, understanding the other dragon’s hesitation. “You and I need to be in intimate contact for me to gather your energy. That won’t work with her between us.”

  “But I won’t be,” Hallie explained. “I don’t want you like that. I think Kol’s just a little shy about being in such close quarters with you.”

  Kris didn’t think he’d ever seen a dragon blush the way Kol did. He raised one eyebrow, intrigued at what Hallie proposed. His eyes fell to Kol’s erection and contemplated its size, then looked at Hallie’s compact form. She was taller than Camille, but narrower through the hips. She seemed to guess his thoughts.