Dragon Jade Chronicle: The Warlock And The Warrior

by Jamie MacFrey

  “Do you like them?” she asked, pushing her arms together, causing her breasts to jut out for better inspection. “I love them.” She flicked the nipple of her right breast and beamed with pride when it stood to attention.

  “In case you’re wondering, this little runt is the best one. It’s so sensitive.”

  “Don’t talk to him like that, Atti,” said Yina.

  “Why not? You saw what Largan did to his friend.”

  “Cotlar won’t like it.”

  “Fuck Cotlar. No, I take that back, because Cotlar has probably fucked everything that even looked like two legs coming together.” Atti began pointing out things she saw that she suspected this Cotlar fellow had probably had sex with, including a chicken, two wrestlers with their heads together as one tried to flip the other, and the frame of a cabin’s roof.

  “Largan as good as gave him to me,” she said. “And took the other for himself.”

  “Kiera?” asked Pol. “Do you know where she is?”

  “Get in there, Pol,” said Atti, jerking her head as they reached a log cabin with steel bars over the windows. When Pol didn’t move, Atti and Yina grabbed him by the arms and dragged him inside, throwing him into the corner.

  “I like you, but don’t be an ass,” said Atti, closing the door. “Try to get some sleep. Who knows how long you’ll be here.”

  “Kiera, Atti!” called Pol, running to the window as she walked away from the cabin. “Where’s Kiera?”

  Atti paused and shrugged. “Largan took her. He probably made a gift of her to Vel.”

  * * * * *

  There was sunlight coming through the window, warming the bed sheets where Kiera lay naked, but it was the warm mouth on her left nipple that was causing the heat she felt between her legs, still a little sore from the night’s work. The mouth switched breasts, and Kiera’s slight moan went on until she took her own hand and took over teasing the now vacated wet nipple.

  The mouth bit her right nipple until it was as hard as the left, and then it too was left to fend for itself until Kiera took matters in hand. She felt a soft breath on her inner thigh, then a light kiss, just enough to graze the skin, sending a tickle riding along her spine.

  “Oooh,” she said, one hand rubbing down her stomach until it found its way to her clit. But another hand grabbed her wrist before she could start to work. She blinked, trying to clear the grog of the morning from her eyes, and saw the short sandy-brown hair of her lover between her legs, and an arm pinning her wrist against her belly.

  “Oh, Pol,” she sighed. “Don’t tease me.”

  “Okay,” said Pol. He kissed her on her lower lips, then plunged his long tongue inside her, licking it up to find her most sensitive folds.

  “Oh, yes, Pol,” said Kiera. She wrapped a hand into his hair, pulling his face deeper into her crotch, muffling the words he was trying to speak. She didn’t need him talking right now, and eventually he gave up.

  She frowned a little. Pol’s nose was broken, and she’d always imagined it’d feel a little stubby pressed into her skin. But instead his nose jutted sharply into her.

  Pol, she thought. He’d been at the fire with her. She bit her lip a little, and gave a little grunt, as the tongue inside her was joined by a couple of fingers, crooked and stroking at the top of her pussy.

  And then the fire had died…

  Her eyes burst open and she sat up, pulling away from the face between her legs. The tongue came away, but the fingers stayed in her.

  “‘Pole, pole, pole,’” mocked the woman pumping her hand into Kiera’s crotch. “You are desperate for it, aren’t you? Well, if you behave yourself, maybe I’ll let you have some pole.”

  Kiera’s astonished look caused the woman to stop her work and withdraw, leaving her with a frustrating emptiness. She had short sandy-brown hair and smoky yellow eyes. Her petite form was offset by a pleasant layer of baby fat that still clung to her frame, giving her a fullness to her buttocks as she sat back, if not to her small breasts. She licked her fingers, still sticky with Kiera’s juices.

  “Largan comes home from the hunt last night raving about the woman he’s found, his ‘little Kiera,’ and ‘you have to try her, Vel,’ over and over and won’t shut up about it, ‘I want to see you with her, Vel,’ even after I’d gotten him off twice, so this morning while he’s still asleep, I decided to come try you for myself, and here you are going on and on about a pole. Not his, I assume?”

  Kiera shook her head, keeping mute.

  “He’ll be so disappointed,” said Vel. “Mmm, I can still taste a hint of him in you.”

  Kiera blushed, remembering how Largan’s powerful climax inside her had prompted her third of the night.

  “Gone but not forgotten, our Largan, I see,” said Vel, watching as Kiera’s blush spread down her chest. She reached out and put a hand over Kiera’s left breast, feeling the beat of her heart.

  “Don’t worry,” she said, drawing closer. “I’m not going to hurt you. Largan’s bargain stands.”

  “I'm your prisoner,” said Kiera, quietly.

  “Maybe” Vel laughed. She pressed her body against Kiera’s, and Kiera was surprised by how warm her body was. She stared deep into the other woman’s yellow eyes. “Is that what Largan told you?”

  “He told me he was going to ransom me.”

  “Sounds like he's got big plans. But I think he just likes bringing beautiful women home. I like it too,” said Vel. Kiera blushed, and Vel moved her hand down to begin stroking Kiera’s left breast. The wide dark nipple hardened again.

  “See, I’m the Alpha female,” explained Vel. “Top dog among my people. My word is final. But you need to give men some authority, let them have their own thing, make their own choices, that sort of thing.” Vel’s other hand stroked lightly down Kiera’s spine, finding a sensitive space just above the cleft of her buttocks that caused her to arch her back and gasp, pushing her body harder against Vel’s.

  “And Largan makes some very good choices.”

  The hand behind Kiera cupped one round buttock, squeezing, then made a exploratory jaunt to Kiera’s slit. Vel began to pump with a deliberate slowness.

  “Now, maybe you are my prisoner, but for now, let's say you’re my guest. And I should be a generous host, I know, I know, Vash blesses the generous hosts, but I’m feeling very selfish all of a sudden, and I’m wondering if you might instead be a generous guest, and once I’m settled, I’ll return the favor.”

  “Ohhh,” moaned Kiera, as Vel tugged her left nipple. “Yes…”

  Vel smiled, pulling her hand from Kiera’s pussy. She tugged harder at Kiera’s nipples until the bronze-skinned girl began to lean forward. Vel sat in front of her, spreading her legs. She wound one hand through Kiera’s hair and pushed down until she could feel her breath on her crotch.

  Kiera didn’t need much more prompting than that. She formed a “V” with her index and middle fingers, spreading Vel’s lips apart, revealing the petite Alpha’s little clitoris. Her other hand traced a figure eight on the dainty nub, and Vel quivered, the hand in Kiera’s hair pulling it tighter.

  Vel’s pussy grew wet and began to leak down her thigh, and Kiera’s tongue rushed to lap up the juice. She was sweeter than Kiera had thought she would be, and she turned her attentions to the source, her fingers still working on Vel’s clit.

  “Oh, Largan may have been onto something here,” said Vel. When Kiera looked up, the Alpha’s eyes were closed. Kiera grinned, and realized what the other woman was really thinking about.

  “Your man has such a big cock,” she said, in between licks. “I could barely fit him in my mouth.”

  “Yes, it’s a problem, because he does so love a good mouth,” murmured Vel. She mauled Kiera’s breast with her hand.

  “And it was a stretch to even fit him in between my breasts,” said Kiera.

  “I wish I could’ve seen that,” said Vel. “Mine are so small. Did he like it?”

  “He did, but I liked it mor
e,” said Kiera. “He felt so good, stretching my pussy.”

  Kiera stuck her tongue inside Vel’s own pussy to illustrate her point, and Vel moaned. She’d let go of Kiera’s hair, and pushed the foreign hand at her clit away, preferring a more furious speed.

  “He took me from behind twice. Then he held me up as he fucked me until he was ready,” said Kiera. Her own story was beginning to get to her.

  “When he came I let him finish on me, covering me with his hot cum, I—”

  She had to stop talking because Vel began to buck her hips and she was afraid of losing a tooth to the movement of the wild woman’s hips. Vel collapsed backwards on the bed, laughing in delight as another explosion of pleasure ripped through her. Kiera lay down beside her and tried to kiss her, but Vel pushed her face away.

  “Oh, Kiera, give me a moment,” she said, her chest rising and falling in great waves. “You might kill me if we continue, and then you’d go right back to being a prisoner.”

  When the moment was over, she pulled Kiera to her and kissed her, then licked herself off Kiera’s lips.

  “Mmm,” she said. “Now I need to thank you.”

  Vel pushed Kiera back into the position they’d been in when she woke up, her mouth taking her place at Kiera’s pussy again. Her fingers pushed back at the hood over Kiera’s clit, and Vel smiled.

  “Oh, look at how nice that is,” she said, admiring its prominence above Kiera’s folds. She rubbed her thumb over it, and Kiera moaned, closing her eyes.

  Vel pushed three fingers back into Kiera’s pussy, crooking them up against the roof of her pussy. She waggled them, and Kiera began to moan and writhe, closing her eyes. Vel pinned Kiera’s right leg under her body for safety.

  Juices began to flow out of Kiera, and Vel moved to catch the hot sweet fluid with her tongue before it could reach the bed.

  There was a musty salt smell under Kiera’s nose and when she opened her mouth to groan on the next particularly good stroke, something soft and round and hot bumped up against her lips. She opened her eyes and looked up past Largan’s cock into his eyes.

  “Good morning, little Kiera,” he said.

  “Mmmf,” said Kiera, not bothering much with pleasantries, instead taking a hand to guide the head of his cock into her mouth. She swirled the head with her tongue, then began to suck.

  “Oh, Vash,” said Largan. “She’s very good at this.”

  “As good as me?”

  “No one is ever as good as you, Vel,” said Largan. He reached a hand out to manipulate Kiera’s right nipple. “But this girl is running second.”

  Kiera stroked his erection with both hands, and Largan began to thrust a little with his hips, trying to fit more of himself inside her mouth.

  “I forgot how hot her mouth was,” he said. He groaned, and steadied himself against the wall.

  “Are you that close already?” asked Vel. She straightened the fingers in Kiera’s pussy, sawing them in and out of the bronze beauty as her mate let go of Kiera’s breast, and wrapped a hand behind her head, pushing her further onto his cock.

  “I never took full use of her mouth last night,” he explained. “I…”

  “Mmmm,” hummed Kiera from around his erection.

  “Oh, yes,” muttered Largan. He gave one heavy pump, then pulsed slightly as he burst inside Kiera’s mouth. With her mouth so full of him, there wasn’t much place else for his cum to go except out of the corners, where it ran down her chin and neck.

  Vel looked up, watching Largan’s cock roil as Kiera continued stroking him with each spurt. Vel stopped one hand in her work. She took Kiera’s right nipple between her thumb and forefinger, and pulled Kiera’s breast away from the other, squeezing hard on the nib in her hand. Some of Largan’s cum made it’s way down across Kiera’s collar bone, and Vel lapped it up, licking a long path up her neck, over her chin, and to her mouth, where Vel kissed the underside of Largan’s cock. The thumb on Kiera’s clit was relentless.

  Kiera moaned, choked a little, then popped Largan’s cock out of her mouth, and came, shouting at the top of her lungs.

  * * * * *

  Pol woke to the sound of Kiera’s distress. He stumbled out of the bedroll. It’d been too hot and he’d stripped off his clothes to get comfortable. Another scream pierced the silence of the den.

  “Kiera!” he shouted. “Kiera!”

  He stared at the window with the metal bars. If his magic had ripped a knight’s armored arm right off, a bunch of iron bars should be no problem, he reasoned. He just had to figure out how to use it.

  A third scream echoed, although this one was calmer, and one might say relieved. That is, if you weren't confined in a small cabin with iron bars on the window, and no idea what was happening to your friend.

  “Fuck it,” Pol said. He lowered his shoulder and slammed into the iron bars, hoping to loosen them enough to pry out with his hands. He shouted and cursed himself when he was rewarded with a bruised shoulder.

  The hinges on the front door of the cabin gave out with a moan and the whole thing fell outwards.

  Good enough.

  Pol dashed out, heading in the direction of the screams. He was a little surprised to find there were no guards outside and the den seemed deserted. The screams had seemed to be coming from one of the longhouses, and he dashed to the nearest one, trying the door. He struggled with it for a moment, and he cursed himself for not having his lockpicks with him, but then it popped open. He entered a long dark room with a series of beds. At the far end of it, a tall woman with dark hair was sitting on the edge of a bed.

  “Kiera?” called Pol. He ran to her. “Kiera!”

  But when he grabbed her shoulder, he was staring down into the shocked face of Atti. She was naked and had a finger buried to the last knuckle inside her.

  “Pol?” she asked. “How’d you get out of your cage? How’d you get into the Women’s House?”

  “Where’s Kiera?”

  “With Largan and Vel,” said Atti.

  “They’re torturing her!” said Pol.

  Atti laughed. “Yeah, the sweetest torture of all.”

  Pol looked her in concern. “They're having sex,” she explained.

  “But I thought she was their prisoner.”

  Atti shrugged. “It’s lust. It doesn’t make a lot of fucking sense. For instance, even though you’re my prisoner, and not a Canian, I’ve been sitting here for the past hour thinking about how deep I want you inside me. Can’t get it out of my head. I’ll bet you can’t stop thinking about last night either.”

  The image of Kiera riding the Alpha by the fire came unbidden to Pol’s mind. His cock twitched.

  “I look kind of like her, don’t I?” said Atti.

  “I...”

  “It’s okay,” said Atti. She squatted in front of him, grabbing his cock. She sucked his left ball into her mouth, then licked up his shaft to the tip, swirling it at the end of her lips.

  “Pretend I’m Kiera,” she said, swallowing him.

  * * * * *

  Largan took his cock away from Kiera’s mouth, and pulled Vel away from her, causing both women to moan in frustration. He lifted Vel into the air with her back to him, his hands resting under her thighs, pulling her legs apart. Vel reached her hands behind her head, grabbing his neck for balance, causing her little breasts to stretch and flatten, the nipples sticking out like fleshy pebbles from her skin.

  Largan’s cock hovered just at the entrance to Vel’s pussy. He made a thrust, and it glanced off her, rubbing up past the pussy and against her clit, sending shockwaves across Vel’s body. He thrust again, and once again failed to slip inside her.

  “A little help?” Vel asked Kiera.

  Kiera crawled to the edge of the bed as Largan squatted down. She took his cock in her hand, and guided it slowly into Vel’s body, causing the little woman to moan and shake as her mate entered her. Kiera began to stroke her own pussy, watching Largan and Vel couple before her.

  “Oh,” said
Vel, as she began to bounce in Largan’s hands, plunging down onto him with a wet smacking. She turned her head and looked Largan in the eyes. “She’s very nice, but sometimes I think I would be happiest to have two of you.”

  He kissed her, slowing the pace down so they could revel in their passion. Vel let one arm fall off his neck, the hand finding her clit and rubbing in a slow circle. As Vel sucked his face, Largan began to pump his thighs harder again, getting more aroused by her attentions, and the vibrations he could feel from the hand working just above where he was entering her. Their lips broke apart and Vel pulled his bottom lip between her teeth before letting his mouth go with a moan.

  “You couldn’t handle two of me,” he said.

  “Certainly not the arrogance,” she said, staring down at the sight of her mate’s cock penetrating her. She looked over at Kiera sitting on the bed, working a finger into her pussy as Vel was speared over and over onto Largan.

  “I know someone who wishes she were me right now,” she laughed.

  * * * * *

  Atti stood up, wiping saliva off her chin from sucking Pol’s cock. His erection stood at attention, slick with spit from her work.

  “Lie down,” she told him. When he was on the bed, she straddled him, and he wrapped his hands around her thighs, trying to pull her up to his lips to return the favor.

  “No, fuck you,” said Atti, seizing his thumbs and twisting his grip off her. She pulled his right hand around to cup an ass cheek and slammed his left hand on her right breast. “Give me that fucking cock.”

  As she sank down on top of him, his hips rose to meet her, and she took his full length on the first stroke.

  “Oh, yessss... it’s just as good as I was hoping,” said Atti.

  “Atti,” said Pol, and yelped when Atti slapped him in the face, stopping him dead.

  “Kiera,” she corrected. “I’m Kiera. And don’t fucking stop until I say to.”

  Atti began to grind him as he humped, moaning as she did.