by Marie Harte
She held her knife under the prince’s chin, aware of his heat and the pounding of his racing heart. This had to be a dream. She’d had a crush on Prince Teban for over a hundred years, since the first moment she’d seen him from afar. And now, he was all hers to deliver to Kingu.
She didn’t give the protesting demon another thought, determined to see this through. She’d attend to him after.
With a slash of her knife, she nicked the center of Teban’s chest. A small drop of blood welled, and she leaned forward to lick it up.
Such power and heat. By the stones, what a coup! “You are more than suitable.”
A rumble of laughter mixed with the swearing from the demon still floundering on the ground.
“Ah, sweet, you have no idea,” Teban said.
Before the dragon could say anything more, she shoved him back onto the altar and pounced. Covering him with her body in a tight grip, she invoked the ancient words which bound his wrists and ankles to the rock.
To her pleasure, he didn’t struggle. His massive form was all hers to…sacrifice. She raised the knife again, above her head.
“No. Kihra, stop! Take me instead.” The demon’s fear pleased her, filled her with a growing need to build her own energy.
Teban watched her with eyes of purest red, the color of blood and fire and life.
She raked the blade over her clothing until she too was naked. Then she tossed her weapon back into its dimensional sheath and positioned herself over the dragon’s own fierce weapon, so hard and thick she could barely fit her hand around it.
“Ah, Kihra,” he rumbled, and shifted hungrily under her. “I am more than willing to provide you with whatever you like.” More smoke curled from his nose and mouth, and the muscle under her bunched as he tried to arch up into her heat.
Already aroused from the scent and feel of these two powerful males, she smiled down at him, felt her fangs and claws extend, and lowered the rest of her onto a true treasure.
The bliss of feeling him inside her made her cry out with joy.
“By the fire, yes,” Teban hissed.
Never before had Kihra been so pleasured, and all from just the presence of another inside her. She also felt the demon’s gaze, a thing of flame and fury that drenched her with desire.
“So hot. So tight,” Teban said, now struggling with his bonds. “Ride me, Kihra. Take my seed deep inside you.”
The demon snarled, then gave an angry laugh. “You have got to be joking. Some sacrifice.”
Kihra listened to the whispers inside her and rode the dragon. Huge inside her, so hot and thick, his cock filled her completely. She was undone, to the point of ignoring everything but her need to take and keep this offering, so that her creator might partake. Her raw fantasy pleased Kingu. She felt her deity’s pleasure in the taking of her own, in the sharing of such carnal ecstasy.
The dragon under her shuddered and groaned, his fiery need rising as his climax pulled him higher. “Yes, yes. Harder,” he ordered as he ground up into her. The prince had such power that he managed to tear his hands free from the stone bonds of the altar.
Then his hands were at her hips, and he gripped her with a punishing hold that increased her ardor. With luck, he’d leave bruises, markers of desire she’d be proud to display to one and all.
“Oh fuck. Yes. Take it,” he moaned and sat up to hug her tight, which somehow seemed to shove him even deeper inside her. He roared as he released, his seed a molten burst of life that filled her with enough energy to light up the Abyss’s small sun.
The tiny jolt of pain sent her over the edge, and she keened with a sacrifice made and accepted. Blessings of her creator rained upon them both, and Kihra gladly welcomed the treasure she’d been given. To kill or to keep; the decision was hers.
A dragon prince all her own. She slanted a look over her shoulder at the aroused demon panting on the ground, evidence of his own pleasure a sweet scent in the air around them. He didn’t seem too happy though and swore.
She smiled. “Ah, demon. Don’t worry. You’re next.”
He swore again, but this time the look in his eyes promised a sacrifice she wouldn’t soon forget.
She’d own a dragon prince and a demon of blue flame.
She truly had been blessed.
James didn’t know what to think. One minute the damn havoc had held a blade to his friend’s throat, the next she’d ridden the fucking dragon in a sexual blaze that had ensnared him as well. So much so he’d come hard, right along with her and Teban, messing up a once-fine pair of black leather pants.
Hell and damn, the woman had been amazing to watch. Her large breasts, so round and firm, had bounced with an entrancing rhythm. Even from a distance he’d been able to sense a sweetness about her, despite her lethal nature.
If he wasn’t mistaken, he’d sensed her soul. The havoc had souls? Amazing. Almost as jaw-dropping as seeing his friend fuck the woman. Teban had an impressive package, no doubt. As a dragon he was huge, and as a human still large enough to tower over most males. James, for all that he’d considered himself heterosexual, now felt a sexual pull toward his friend he never would have imagined. Odd, yet welcomed all the same.
“It’s you,” he accused the woman, still trying to come to grips with the powerful orgasm he’d shared. “You did this to me.” Somehow she’d put those erotic thoughts in his head.
With a sigh, she removed herself from Teban, leaving the dragon still semi-hard and panting while he recovered on the altar. She strode to James and crouched, giving him a first-class view of her pussy.
“Easy, demon. You are injured. Naya was not careful with her prize, I’m afraid. But she’s young.” She patted him on the shoulder, then shocked the crap out of him when she put her hand under his trousers to fondle him. “You are wet, still ready.” She smiled and gripped him so tightly he yelped—because the pain made his arousal worse. “You will give me another prize, yes?”
To his astonishment, she removed her hand then hauled him over her shoulder as if he weighed nothing. She laid him on top of Teban, and James felt that monstrous shaft that had yet to fully soften pressed against his back. Lying on top of his friend was awkward enough, but on top of a naked dragon with a growing hard-on? That would put off even the most stalwart of demons.
He tried to slide off, but the dragon hugged him tight, and the havoc put a hand on James’s belly to still him. He glared at her. “Female, release me before I—Teban.”
Teban had shifted and pressed his growing erection along James’s cleft. And fuck if that didn’t feel good.
“Go ahead, Kihra. Take the rest of your sacrifice.” Teban chuckled and nuzzled the side of James’s neck. “Don’t you smell delicious, demon? That release from watching me and the havoc felt good, didn’t it?”
“Sh-she made me.”
“Did she now?” Teban’s purr of dark joy turned James into a raving sex fiend. He found himself grinding over Teban, encouraging the dragon to fuck him.
“That’s good, James. Very good.” Teban snaked his tongue along James’s neck.
“What a beautiful thing,” the havoc said, sounding so girlish she pulled James from his sensual thrall.
“I-I, oh fuck.”
Her blade sliced through his favorite pants, and his eyes rolled back in his head when she gripped him. Hard. Talk about a sacrifice. He’d forfeited his mind long ago, watching her with Teban, and he had yet to get his senses back.
Kihra slid her palm over his shaft and plumped his balls, touching him in all the right places. Between her caresses and Teban’s hungry motions, James was lost to anything but the pure lust building between the three of them. He felt Kihra’s desire as if it were his own, just as he experienced Teban’s need.
Between one heartbeat and the next, James came in an unexpected rush, and the pleasure consumed him.
“Very good, demon. Your offering is sound.” She smiled down at him, and he caught a glimpse of tiny fangs. He should have been more worried when those sharp teeth neared his cock, but so drugged was he from his climax he couldn’t stir himself to care.
Beneath him, Teban groaned and thrust, then stilled. The mingled scents of lust carried over. The female put her mouth over James, and he spurted once more. He swore he felt her teeth on his most sensitive parts, but the nip of pain only enhanced his enjoyment.
“I knew you’d like that,” Teban rasped, sounding amused. “A little pain junkie needing a hard fuck, hmm? I can’t wait to make good on your punishment.” He chuckled again, groaning as he gripped James’s hips and thrust up against him once more.
James still couldn’t comprehend how he—a demon—could experience so much ecstasy without killing or stealing something. Or at the very least being the one doing the fucking. Yet he had.
Then darkness claimed him again. But this time he went over with a smile on his face.
Teban felt his friend go slack and sighed. “Typical.” Trust James to skate out of anything that felt uncomfortable or dangerous. Even losing consciousness to discourage an interrogation. Teban snorted, privately amused. A sly demon, James Sinclair had started more trouble throughout the Ethereal and the Ordinary than any citizen of the lower realm had a right to. No wonder Asael is so delighted with his children, and James in particular.
He grunted and gently scooted James to the side so he could get to his feet. Teban moved slowly, letting the blood rush back to the rest of his body. It had been pooled in his groin since he’d seen the sexy female guarding his demon.
“Kihra, is it?”
She stood proud and naked before him, almost innocent in her lack of self-awareness. Unlike females of other races, who used their beauty to ensnare, Kihra seemed honestly oblivious to her allure. “Teban.” She nodded and subtly looked him over, blushing a becoming shade of fire-rose.
“Your sacrifice has been made and accepted. Twice.”
“Kingu is pleased,” she said, looked him over, and clenched her fists by her sides, but not before he saw her claws.
He grinned, thinking her tiny fangs and claws adorable. Except for those sharp edges and slit pupils, she looked wonderfully human. She’d sure as hell felt soft and curvy when riding him, yet possessed a strength any dragon would cherish.
He wouldn’t mind cherishing her again, just as soon as he got his strength back. Beyond the physical sex they’d had, something magical had happened. As a dragon, Teban could fuck for hours, especially with creatures as alluring as Kihra and James. Yet after only two orgasms he felt drained.
“Kingu is your creator.” He’d heard the whispers, had even seen a few havoc over the centuries he’d been alive. He’d never seen any who tempted him, though. Nor had he been witness to any sexual sacrifices. A pity. He enjoyed watching, almost as much as he enjoyed taking part.
She nodded. “Our creator must have sacrifice.”
Demons looked to Lucifer, the first of the Fallen. Angels and humans tended to pray to the heavens while they fought about their many versions of the one true god. Worship of gods and creators was for those needing something powerful to pray to. Not so for the dragons. They were strong enough to shoulder the notion that no one but themselves would help them in times of crisis.
He snorted. And James thought his kind the most favored in existence. As if. They amused dragonkind for the most part. But James—he intrigued Teban. With his added interest in the havoc race, as prince, Teban really should make a more thorough study of Kihra too.
With the new dragon king, Teban’s newly hatched brother, now fully grown and prepared to take over the queen’s duties, Teban had less to do at home. At least until Jentaron officially assumed the throne. Until then, little brother was having a grand time doing what Teban normally did—keeping their brethren from killing one another. With less to occupy him, Teban should make a study of the other races. For the benefit of his kind at the very least, he thought as he stared at the fetching female.
“Kihra, since our sacrifice has been made, I will be taking James back to my lair so that he may offer me his sacrifice for appeasement.” And I’m not looking to be satisfied anytime soon.
“Oh.” She seemed disappointed.
“But I would be grateful for help in taking him home. Have you ever visited the dragon stronghold?”
He studied Kihra, feeling an unexpected reluctance to part from her. Sultry, fierce and also vulnerable, the female called to the great beast within him, and he found he wanted her near.
As before, her amber eyes grew large with wonder. So wonderfully endearing. Then she drew in a deep breath and let it out, and her breasts caught his attention before his gaze inevitably wandered down her body, centering on the smooth skin between her legs. She smelled so damn sweet, and his senses were painfully acute. He wanted to lick her from head to toe while lingering in between.
“I have never gone to the dragonlands. It is forbidden.” She glanced around her. “This is my territory.” She seemed solemn, and his amusement faded.
“I apologize for intruding.”
“No, no.” She took several steps closer and stroked his arm. Trying to soothe him? “You have been most generous with your offering.” Another smile.
His heart raced and his cock wanted another sampling of her sweet heat. If only he had the energy. “Well, since my demon and I unintentionally offended, I would be remiss if I didn’t offer you an invitation. I would be delighted to host you in the dragonlands, as my honored guest.”
She bit her lower lip and blinked up at him. Despite the way she’d handled him and James, she was much smaller than either of them. More like an average human female in height. “Would we need more sacrifice to satisfy your dragon gods?”
He looked her over. Slowly. And smiled. “Oh yes. Much more sacrifice. From both of you.”
“He will not be so sleepy then, will he?” She gave James a pitiful look. “I had not thought the demons so weak.”
Teban laughed. “He’s much stronger than he appears. Despite his blood loss, his offering was potent, was it not?” James in climax was something Teban wanted to see again. But perhaps next time while Teban rode him into it. He’d been wanting a piece of this particular demon for years. Asael, that bastard, knew it. The devil only knew what Teban would need to pay in order to keep the blue demon for his own. Because now that he’d finally tasted James, he had no intention of giving him back.
He shot Kihra a glance, wondering… What price would her Kingu expect if Teban decided to keep a havoc as well? He was the dragon prince, after all. How better for him to keep a handle on the other races in the Abyss than to take lovers—representatives—from both the havoc and demon kin and keep them close?
Kihra stared at him, her pupils once again small and round. With a wave of her hand, the shredded clothes lying on the ground disappeared and reappeared, completely mended, over her body. “Prince Teban, I will accept your invitation. Wait, please.”
She walked toward one of the large rocks in the ring of stone and drew her finger over it in circles and slashes. The stone started to glow and she talked into it in a language Teban wasn’t familiar with. A male’s voice answered, sounding harsh, brutal. Arguing went back and forth, then she made a motion and the illuminated rock faded.
Returning to him, she wore a frown which she quickly smoothed away. “Let us go. I would see the dragon stronghold, and I would see the demon at full strength.”
“Perfect.” He made a move to lift James, but she beat him to it, once again tossing James over her shoulder as if he weighed little more than a silk shirt.
He loved seeing the snarky demon weak as a newborn kitten, draped over a sexy, smaller female. The incongruity of it all made him wish electronics worked in the lower realm. He’d love to get a picture he could share. A
pity.
“Ah, Kihra, I’ll show you wonders you’ve never before seen.”
“You’ve already shown me much.” She smiled up at him. “I can’t wait to see more.”
He started to pull her to his side. To his surprise she tensed and gripped James tighter. When he made no move to take James from her, she settled down and moved closer to him.
So the pretty havoc wanted to carry his best friend? No worries. Teban would much rather keep his hands on her while she bore the burden of James.
He felt like the luckiest dragon in the world. A male to punish, a female to savor and more sex to satiate his ever-hungry drive. He might not be a breeder, but there was no reason he should deny himself the pleasures of the flesh.
In this, he and his new friend seemed to be in accord.
“And thank Kingu for that,” he muttered.
Chapter Three
When James woke, he had the mother of all hangovers. Fortunately, Teban and the havoc, Kihra, seemed to be gone. Unfortunately, he recognized the room in which he lay, as well as the smirking dragon in human form eyeballing him.
“Hell.”
Teban had indeed taken him “home.” James lay sprawled out on Teban’s large bed, a construct large enough to fit a family of demons, or a few human-morphed dragons wanting to play. The large stone room was warm, lit on several walls by dragon flame in carved sconces. Pillows littered the bed. A table and chairs sat to the side of the room, and a huge expanse of closet had been carved out for the clotheshorse of a prince. No dragon dressed as well or as fashionably as Teban.
From what James had seen, most dragons preferred to stay in dragon form. But they had been known to change into human shape to engage in sex, or to visit the middle realm.
A subtle throat clearing stole his attention, and he glanced back at the one individual he could have done without seeing for a bit.