by Meg Ripley
Daphne shivered as she felt Ben’s lips brush against her inner thighs, his teeth barely grazing her skin in a playful nip as Dov cupped her breasts in his hands, holding her body against his from behind. Dov rolled and twisted her nipples slowly, sending jolts of pleasure through her body, and Daphne moaned out, pressing against the hardness she could feel digging into her back, just above the curve of her buttocks. Ben lifted her slightly, holding her hips where he wanted them, and Daphne gasped as he buried his face against her soaking wet pussy, nuzzling for just a moment before he began to worship her with lips and teeth and tongue.
Behind her, Dov was murmuring in her ear, his hands never stopping in their teasing caresses. “I can smell how wet you are,” he told her, his voice low and growling in her ear. “You’re so turned on, Daphne, so hot…I can feel how much you want this.” Daphne mumbled something—not quite a denial, not quite an assent, shivering as Ben’s rough tongue brushed against her clit, barely touching her pleasure center before moving back to the well of her pussy to lap at her fluids. She whimpered and moaned, twisting and arching between the two men as they both touched and teased her. Almost unbidden, the thought came to her—she wondered what it would be like to have both men take her at the same time, one in front and one behind, and Daphne blushed at the way the image made her even hotter, her fluids flowing freely onto Ben’s tongue as he sucked her folds into his mouth.
Dov kissed and nibbled along the back of her neck, the tender spots along the column of her throat, turning Daphne’s head until he could claim her lips once more. His hands danced all over her, tickling and caressing, as the pleasure built up more and more intensely in her body. It seemed like only a matter of moments before Ben brought his tongue up to her pleasure center, focusing on her clit almost exclusively, holding her hips firmly in place as he sucked and licked the bead of nerves. Wave after wave of pleasure washed through her, and Daphne moved like an animal herself, arching and pitching between the two men, head thrown back as her orgasm wracked her. Neither man even paused in their attentions, Ben devouring her as Dov rubbed himself against the curve of her ass, hips rocking against her while his fingers and hands teased her breasts.
As the last of the spasms of pleasure began to subside, Daphne sagged against Dov, panting and gasping for breath. Ben pulled back gradually, giving her slick folds a lingering, savoring lick, and once more two pairs of hands trailed over her body, soothing Daphne as tremors of aftershocks worked through every nerve. “Holy shit,” she said, as her breathing began to slow gradually, her heart rate going back to normal within a few moments. “Okay, yeah, I’ll admit I needed that.” Behind her, Dov chuckled, his hands beginning to move over her body with more than soothing intent.
“You need more,” Ben murmured, slithering up along her body. He kissed her eagerly on the lips, and Daphne felt herself pushed back, on top of Dov’s body, with Ben pressing against every inch of her front. She shivered at the feeling of both men’s erections pressing into her, excited and apprehensive all at the same time.
“Do I?” Daphne asked, twisting her head so that she could look at each man in turn. “How—how are we going to?” Despite her apprehension, Daphne could feel herself becoming aroused again, as both men’s hands trailed all over her body, teasing and caressing her.
“Like this,” Dov said, his hands moving down to her wide hips. At almost the same moment, as if they had choreographed it, Ben rose, pulling Daphne’s upper body gently forward, lifting her up even as Dov pulled her hips backward. Her knees folded underneath her, sliding along the ground with a rustle of the grass. In moments, she was straddling Dov’s lap backwards, her weight balanced on her knees, Ben holding her up by her hands. She could feel Dov’s hips against her, feel his erection barely brushing against her soaking wet labia as he positioned himself. In front of her, Ben’s hard cock was only inches away from her face.
“Okay,” Daphne said, her hips moving seemingly of their own volition as she realized what the two men had in mind. She steadied herself, wrapping one arm around Ben’s hips, and looked up at his face, smiling slightly. “I think I get the picture.”
She moaned as she felt the tip of Dov’s hard cock brushing against her inner labia as he rubbed himself against her, stroking her clit briefly before thrusting his hips. He filled her up swiftly, a slight smacking sound reaching Daphne’s ears as his body collided with hers. For a moment, she couldn’t focus on anything but the thick, hot feeling of his cock rubbing along her inner walls as he began to move inside of her, rocking his hips, pushing deeper and deeper inside of her body. A small, almost whimpering sound from Ben brought her back, and Daphne reached up, wrapping her fingers around the base of his cock and looking up into his rapt face as she brought her mouth to the tip of his erection. She flicked her tongue out experimentally, tasting the thick precum that had begun to form, and took Ben between her lips slowly but steadily, sucking and licking as her body moved to meet Dov’s thrusts.
Within a moment, she was lost between the two men once more, her hips pushing back on instinct to take Dov’s cock deeper and deeper inside of her even as she worshipped Ben’s erection with her lips and tongue. She moaned against Ben’s flesh as pleasure built up inside of her, more and more intense, crackling away through her nerve endings; Ben’s precum flowed more freely, coating her tongue with salty-sharp flavor, and Daphne shivered as she moved between the two eager men, taking as much of them as she could. She cried out, the sound muffled by Ben’s cock between her lips, as she felt Dov’s fingers find her clit; he began stroking it in counterpoint to his thrusts, nipping sharply at her shoulder, her back.
Daphne tried to hold back, knowing that the two men needed relief just as much as she did. She heard the growling, groaning moans coming from in front and behind her as the two men moved faster and faster; Dov pounding into her from behind as Ben’s hips bucked and twitched, pushing his cock deeper into her mouth, almost brushing against the back of her throat. She couldn’t hold back any longer; before she could even think to hold herself back any longer, every muscle in Daphne’s body tensed and relaxed in spasms. She moaned again and again as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her body, as she felt both men’s cocks twitching inside of her. Just as she reached the apex of her orgasm, Daphne heard the two men roar out; first Dov and then Ben, and she felt the warm gush of Dov’s come splashing deep inside of her, one instant before she received the first hot rush of Ben’s orgasm flooding her mouth. She swallowed and moved, twisting and writhing as her orgasm intensified. Daphne could not be sure if their orgasms lasted for only a few seconds or an hour—the pleasure crackling through her body was so overwhelming that every thought in her mind blotted out, and she barely felt herself sagging between the two men as they finished.
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Ben watched Daphne sleep, curled up in Dov’s bed, still fully naked. He smiled wryly to himself; they had so thoroughly gotten the woman off that she had blacked out, slipping into a deep doze wedged between his and Dov’s bodies, right there in the woods. “We should take her somewhere comfortable,” Dov had suggested, and Ben had agreed. There was a great deal more for them to explain to her once she came to.
“Do you think we should be—worried? Concerned?” Ben glanced away from Daphne to look at his friend. They had gathered up Daphne’s clothes, carrying her through the woods with the preternatural strength that their dual natures afforded them, but they hadn’t bothered to re-dress her, or themselves.
“That depends on how she feels about all this when she wakes up,” Dov said, leaning back in his chair. “If she freaks…” he cringed slightly.
“If she freaks, we’ll have to tell Sasha.”
“We’ll have to tell Sasha anyway,” Dov pointed out. “Have you noticed anything, Ben?” Dov raised an eyebrow and Ben frowned in thought, wondering what his friend was referring to. All at once it occurred to him; he could feel Daphne—a little bit, not as clearly as he could feel the mind of his best friend, or one
of the other members of the Nita clan, but the sense was there all the same. Ben opened his mind more thoroughly, seeking the small, faint coil of thought. He sensed warmth, satisfaction, tingling pleasure—pleasure that wasn’t just his, but was Daphne’s.
“Oh, shit,” Ben said. “She’s bonded to us already?” Dov chuckled.
“Well you have to admit it was pretty intense out there,” he pointed out. “So…,” Dov took a deep breath and exhaled. “We need to explain to Sasha that we’re sharing a mate. I’m sure we can’t be the first bears in history to do that.”
“Are you willing to share her?” Ben felt a flicker of something like jealousy; it hadn’t bothered him to share Daphne with Dov as a fling—but could he really share her as a mate? Did he have a choice, if Dov was also hearing and sensing her thoughts?
“After what just happened in the woods? If she’s willing, I’m willing. And brother, I’m feeling like this is one willing female.” Ben snorted.
Before he could pursue the subject any further, Daphne stirred on the bed, and Ben felt the shift in her mental signature as she awakened. After a few moments, she opened her eyes, glancing around in confusion. “Where am I?” she asked, frowning in thought. Her gaze fell on Ben and color flooded into Daphne’s cheeks. “Oh god, that wasn’t a dream, was it?”
Maybe a wet dream. Ben bit back a laugh at the thought that Dov projected. Daphne’s eyes widened again and she turned from looking at Ben to look at Dov, the color draining from her face. “You—that—that was your…oh god. Not only are you bear-men, but telepaths too?” Ben pressed his lips together; Daphne probably wouldn’t appreciate his amusement.
“Only with members of our clan,” Dov told her gently. Ben watched as his clan-brother crossed the room, approaching the bed slowly and then sinking down only a few feet away from Daphne. “What happened, in the forest out there,” Dov said, gesturing idly towards the woods. “We bonded with you. We weren’t expecting it—but it happened.”
“We’d like you to meet the rest of our clan,” Ben told Daphne. “We’d like to present you as our mate.”
“Wait—wait. So, I’m…both of you guys’ mate?” Daphne blinked, glancing from Ben to Dov in deepening confusion. You can hear my thoughts too, right? Ben raised an eyebrow as he sent the thought to Daphne. She nodded.
If I can hear their thoughts, then—oh god! You guys can hear me right now? Dov snickered, and Ben fought back another laugh.
“Hear you, feel you… yep. You’re bonded to us.”
Daphne groaned, burying her face in her hands.
“It’s not a bad thing,” Ben said, rising and joining the other two on the bed. “I know you can still remember how good the sex was just a little while ago. I can feel it in your mind. You can have that whenever you want it.” He grinned, gently pulling her hands away from her face. “In fact, one of the great things about being with a couple of bears like me and Dov is that whenever you want sex, we’ll want sex. Automatic reaction.”
Ben felt his words take effect in Daphne’s mind; she had awakened with a lingering sense of arousal, her pheromones as well as her mind showing signs that as satisfied as she had been with their tryst, her body still wanted more. Now he felt the pulse of her lust intensifying as pictures flitted across her mind: different ways that she could be with both men at the same time, different positions, different acts. “We could do all those things, and then invent some more,” Dov said, obviously receiving the same images.
“Oh, god,” Daphne said again, throwing herself back against the bed as she blushed a deep red.
“You’ll find we don’t really have much shame,” Ben told her with a grin. “We’re part animals, after all.” Ben leaned in close to her, brushing his lips against her ear. “We can even do that thing you’re thinking about right now,” he murmured lowly. Daphne’s eyes widened as she looked at him, and despite her lingering embarrassment, Ben could feel her arousal intensifying at the thought.
“Definitely,” Dov said, glancing at him. “I want front this time, though.” Ben chuckled. He reached out, running his hands all over Daphne’s body slowly, caressing and teasing her. Ben pulled Daphne’s face towards his and kissed her hungrily; he was already feeling the heat flowing through him, a mixture of regular mating need and the feelings he was receiving from both Dov and Daphne’s minds. He pulled back, giving his clan-brother the opportunity to taste their mate’s lips, and glanced around the cabin in search of something to make the idea Daphne had thought of a reality.
Ben climbed out of the bed quickly, even as Dov went into action, moving and shifting around, pulling Daphne down on top of him as he leaned back against the headboard. Ben took in the sight of Daphne straddling his clan brother’s hips, Dov’s hands resting at her soft waist as she rocked back and forth on top of him, rubbing herself against his swiftly hardening cock. Just the sight of them together was enough to complete Ben’s arousal as he located a bottle of massage oil and clutched it firmly in hand.
Daphne’s moan filled the air, and Ben received a backwash of impressions from her and Dov both: the slick, wet feeling of her pussy, the full feeling as Dov’s cock filled her up inch by inch, slowly pushing past the resistance of her body. He climbed back into the bed, moving closer to the two, taking up his position behind Daphne as she began to ride his best friend in achingly slow movements. Ben let his hands trail all over her body, caressing and exploring her curves; if he and Dov were able to convince her to stay with them, Ben thought that he would never tire of exploring her delicious body, but if they didn’t, he should take every opportunity she granted. Slowly he worked his way down to the curve of her ass, kneading the plump flesh there, carefully trailing his fingertips along her cleft. Ben kissed along her shoulders, pulling Daphne’s hair lightly aside to nuzzle the base of her neck as he opened the bottle of massage oil and carefully dripped some onto his fingers.
Daphne let out a half-whimpering moan as Ben began to swirl his fingertips against her tight pucker, pressing lightly. He knew from her thoughts that she’d never done this before—but he also knew that she was eager to try it, at least with the two men she was with. Ben slowly, steadily teased her, coaxing her body to relax, coaxing her to accept the penetration as Daphne continued to move on top of Dov, taking his cock deeper and deeper inside of her. Ben could feel her pleasure mounting, and knew that none of them would last very long—he sent a private request to his best friend to slow down, just enough to let them all get what they needed.
Ben worked Daphne’s tight pucker, sliding first one and then two fingers inside of her, spreading the oil thoroughly and wriggling along the tight, flexing muscles. He felt her ambivalent desire, felt her gradually giving into the strange pleasure his touches were giving her. He stretched her as carefully as he could, knowing that he needed to prepare her, but knowing that it was not something that could be rushed. When he finally thought that she was fully ready, he withdrew his fingers, pouring a little more of the oil into his hand and applying it to his throbbing, aching cock.
Ben pushed Daphne gently forward, positioning himself behind her. He spread her ass cheeks, and pressed the tip of his cock against her, hesitating only a moment before he thrust his hips. He sank into her slowly—achingly slowly—filling her up from behind as Dov continued to thrust up inside of her, and Ben groaned, a bear-like growl rising up in him, as their mutual pleasure washed through his mind. He moved inside of her, starting as slow as his impatient desire would allow and then gaining speed, his hands wandering, colliding with Dov’s all over Daphne’s body. The three of them moved together in a rhythm that none of them could resist, and Ben’s pleasure mounted faster and faster as Daphne’s tight muscles flexed around him, as he caught the sensations she was feeling: the thrill, the excitement, the deliciously full feeling.
Ben was never certain which one of them reached orgasm first—but as Daphne’s muscles fluttered around him in erratic spasms, her moans and Dov’s filling his ears, he could hold back no longer
and groaned out his pleasure as he came, buried deep inside of her. After a few moments that felt like an hour, Ben sagged against his mate and clan-brother, utterly spent, pleasure and satisfaction crackling through his body. As Daphne’s breath gradually slowed, he felt the acceptance in her mind. “Yeah, okay,” she said, panting slightly as she squirmed free of her position between the two men. She flashed them both a mischievous grin. “I think I can definitely do this.”
THE END
Fated Mate Of The Dragon Princes
A Story By Eva Pierce
As an avid student of Renaissance era literature, Sarah dreams of dragons. But when these dreams become particularly vivid--showing her two mysterious dragon princes who also assume irresistibly gorgeous human forms--she knows somehow that her nocturnal imaginings are far more real than she imagined.
Regal princes of the Planet Vertania, an emerald gem flying high in the universe, Lachan and Gabriel enjoy a carefree life in both their dragon and human forms. When their father commands them to find their fated princesses, however, they are dismayed to discover that they are both destined to wed the same woman: an enchanting Earthling named Sarah Coleman.
Invading her dreams and reality with their romantic charms and seductive ways, the brothers are forced to compete for the affections of witty, spirited Sarah. Could it be, however, that both of the dragon princes are tied and bound to one particular princess?
Only in flight did they discover true freedom.
Although the brothers Lachan and Gabriel reigned as the crown princes of Vertania, they gladly exchanged their royal silks and lofty gold jeweled crowns for the regal beauty and divine strength of their nature made forms.
As often as possible the brothers abandoned their daily duties and took leave of their home palace; a sparkling, towering structure of mint hued domes, towers and turrets, bordered and encircled by sprawling balconies and porches and topped with a royal flag that depicted a mighty dragon king in all its mystical glory.