Immortal Dragons

by Ophelia Bell

  The flesh of Aodh’s lip held taut, the dragon’s fevered touch giving no sign that he caught onto Neph’s efforts, though he responded with increased passion at the bite. Then the tender flesh of Aodh’s lip suddenly gave and a flood of pure heat washed over Neph’s tongue, carrying power the likes of which he’d never tasted.

  In a blast of awareness, their minds were one, and every single old hurt rushed through him, slicing his soul like they were fresh. But they weren’t his hurts, he realized, and his heart broke at the understanding of what his actions had cost this man for so long.

  As swiftly as the awareness filled him, it was ripped away. Aodh let out a curse and jerked back, but he seemed unaware of the degree of Neph’s assault. All Neph sensed now was the red haze of lust mixed with anger and hurt that his stunt somehow hadn’t put a dent in—it had only made it clearer to him what Aodh suffered from.

  Before he could lean back in to renew their passionate embrace, Aodh spun him around and shoved him hard against the huge stone statue of Vrishti that cast a shadow on their volatile reconciliation.

  With his face pressed into the carved stone belly of the woman he loved, he felt Aodh’s hands tight at his hips.

  “I know what you did, but it isn’t enough,” Aodh growled. The dragon’s fingers slipped between his ass cheeks and prodded. Neph grunted when one thick digit breached the barrier of his anus and twisted around.

  To the side, Neph heard a soft little squeak of surprise and Vrishti said, “Aodh! What are you doing?”

  “Taking what’s owed me,” he said.

  “It’s all right, Vrishti,” Neph said, twisting his face where Aodh had it held tight against the stone statue. His bloody lip left a smear across the pale, polished marble and he reached out for the flesh-and-blood woman. She stepped close, gripping his hand and brushing her fingers through his hair.

  “Don’t hurt him,” she said to Aodh.

  “Let him do what he needs to do, kitten. If you can take us both at full size, this is nothing.”

  Aodh chuckled behind him. “You say that now, but unless you’ve found another cock you like better than mine, I know you’ve never been on the receiving end before.”

  Vrishti gave him a puzzled look. “Is that true? I thought you said you liked that.”

  “I told you he liked it, kitten. He isn’t lying, and it will hurt, but if it means earning his forgiveness, it’s worth it.”

  She pursed her lips, her dark brows tilting together in consternation. “No. If he makes love to you, it shouldn’t hurt. I won’t let it.”

  “I’m afraid you don’t have a choice. If he wants to hurt me, he will.” He grunted at the sudden harsh invasion of Aodh’s thumb into his ass. The stretch didn’t hurt, but sent a surprisingly pleasurable shiver through his body. His ass clenched around the digit and his cock pulsed with fresh arousal.

  “Stop,” Vrishti said, moving up beside Neph’s hip and pushing at Aodh’s hand. The invading finger disappeared and Neph closed his eyes with relief, but his shock returned at the sensation of another hand on his ass—a smaller one this time.

  Her soft fingertips feathered over his puckered opening, so light he might have mistaken her touch for a breeze. She caressed down, teasing the underside of his cock before cupping and squeezing his balls gently. He spread his legs reflexively, letting out an involuntary groan of pleasure. He’d never pictured himself so fully at the mercy of both his lovers, yet he was now, and it terrified him.

  He remained bent over against the statue, gripping the spread ankles of the larger version of Vrishti where she sat on the wide pedestal. He briefly thought of how precise the likeness was to her true features—the delicate folds of her snatch so adoringly carved from the stone. He could fix his attention on that and lose himself to the sensations, but fascination overtook him. He had to know what she intended. He craned his head around to see just as she gripped his nearest cheek and crouched at his side.

  Keeping the fingertips of one hand gently resting against his anus, she reached beneath him and gripped his shaft. She squeezed and stroked with the perfect amount of pressure, speeding up to the ideal tempo to make him moan her name. At the same time, she teased her fingertips lightly around his opening, never once attempting to push inside the way she had once before. But that lack of penetration didn’t matter. The position she had him in—they had him in, he was reminded when one big hand descended on his other ass cheek with a resounding slap—was enough to push his sense of personal boundaries to its limit.

  His cock kicked in her hand when Aodh’s palm hit his ass, a measure of pre-ejaculate seeping from the tip and catching beneath her grip. She let out a surprised gasp.

  “Do you like it when he spanks you?”

  Neph pressed his forehead to the cold stone in front of him. “I hate it.”

  “He’s lying,” Aodh said, landing another hard, stinging smack to his ass.

  His balls tightened and he groaned.

  “Neph, you’re even harder than you were a second ago. I think you do like it.”

  “Please,” he said. “Just let him fuck me.”

  The dragon’s big hand whistled through the air, landing on the same tender cheek again with a sharp sting. This time Aodh left it there, squeezing hard. “You want my forgiveness so much you’ll take my punishment and love it, is that it? I want inside you so much now you’re lucky she’s making me wait for whatever scheme she has to make it easier. Making sure you’re drunk with need to come already makes sense, but seeing her tease you like this is making it hard to wait.”

  Neph didn’t bother responding, his breath coming in ragged gasps as Vrishti’s fist pumped him quicker now. Desperate for some clue what he was in for, he opened his mind to them both, mentally falling to his knees and begging for some hint.

  But at that moment, she pushed a finger past his anus and his entire world exploded. His cock bucked in her hand and her palm swept up to his tip, holding it while his orgasm spilled into her cupped hand. She continued pumping her delicate finger into his ass for another few seconds until his seed was fully spent in her hand.

  He remained there, dazed and clinging to the statue’s ankles, eyes clenched shut, waiting for whatever they chose to do next. Her breasts brushed against his thigh and hip as she rose again. Then her finger disappeared from his ass and hot wetness fell against the sensitive flesh in slow drips. Dion’s balls, she was using his own spend as lubricant. Would that even work?

  Of course it would … He knew as much after doing the same thing to Aodh on numerous occasions, teasing the dragon by bringing himself off against his ass before violently burying himself in the other man using only his own semen to ease the passage. She couldn’t have known that, but the idea made him strangely proud of her for thinking of it.

  All thought departed his mind and he let out an involuntary gasp when her slick finger sank into him again.

  “That’s right, get his ass ready for me. Sweet Mother, you look like you know what you’re doing.” Aodh’s deep, lust-filled voice roused Neph’s cock to full hardness again almost instantly. He peeked over his shoulder and saw a warm flush color Vrishti’s cheeks, but she didn’t pause in her ministrations to his ass.

  “Tell him, kitten,” Neph said, hoping she’d share her secret because he longed to hear her admit it as the very idea turned him on too.

  Her bright gaze flashed to his for a second, her steady thrusts slowing. “This is how I’d want to be prepared for it,” she said.

  “You wouldn’t have to worry, baby,” Aodh said. “I’d prep you with my tongue. You’d be more than ready after that.”

  “Then why don’t you do that for him?” she asked.

  Aodh laughed, the deep sound rumbling up from his chest. “I didn’t intend to make it easy for him. Watching you do it is much more fun.”

  “Are you all right, Neph?” she asked.
She brushed her free hand down his spine, sending a shiver of exquisite pleasure through him.

  The big hand on his other ass cheek squeezed. “Answer her,” Aodh warned, rubbing lightly on the tender mound of flesh.

  “Don’t stop,” Neph rumbled.

  She slid her finger out and pressed two at his opening, stretching him farther with several slow, tortuous strokes, then added a third. Even tripled, her fingers were nothing compared to the thickness of the dragon cock that awaited him.

  “My turn,” Aodh said and Neph caught a glimmer of triumph both in his voice and through their shared mental connection. The dragon’s craving for dominance was even stronger now, and entirely out of character—at least where Neph was concerned. He’d always been the dominant party when they made love before, with the dragon eagerly giving up his ass to be fucked every time.

  When Vrishti’s fingers slipped out of him and slid wetly down to cup his balls, they were swiftly replaced by three even larger fingers. Aodh pushed his in slowly, shifting close to Neph’s side so that their thighs rubbed together and Aodh’s massive erection brushed over the tender cheek he’d just spanked. The dragon bent over and placed his mouth at Neph’s ear.

  “You’re lucky she loves you. But that just means I get to torture you with pleasure instead of pain,” Aodh said, then darted out his tongue and swept it teasingly along the outer crest of Neph’s ear. He pushed his fingers into Neph’s ass slowly, hooking them ever so slightly so that they rubbed against some hidden bundle of pure, agonizing pleasure inside him.

  Neph let out strangled cry at the nearly orgasmic shock that blasted through him. His cock surged with fresh heat and aching need just from that touch, so perfectly designed to make him beg.

  “Please.” His ass clenched then relaxed as the pleasure dissipated. The sudden rush of air before the sting of a fresh smack barely registered. Aodh shoved his fingers in hard and deep as his palm connected with Neph’s other ass cheek this time, harder than before.

  “Keep begging,” Aodh said, spanking him again. “Tell me how much you deserve this for what you did to me.”

  “It isn’t enough,” Neph said, hyperaware of the depths of Aodh’s sense of betrayal now that they were fully melded. “Nothing I do will be enough.”

  “I’m not here to ease your fucking conscience,” Aodh said, landing another hard smack to his ass cheek. It burned with fresh fire, but Vrishti’s steadily stroking hand on his cock and balls was a strangely perfect counterpoint to the brutal treatment the dragon inflicted upon him.

  Suddenly it hit him what was different. Aodh’s typically gentle nature was contrary to this brutal creature so eager for a fuck. Neph had always been the one with that particular goal. Aodh merely took his own pleasure from receiving whatever Neph chose to dole out. Either he’d changed more than Neph over their years apart, or the blood meld had transferred some of those needs.

  But did it matter? All he cared about now was getting fucked. Getting Aodh past this so they could move on.

  “Please fuck me,” he begged, pushing back into Aodh’s thrusting fingers, each movement driving him closer and closer to another ground-shaking orgasm. “Please,” he said again in his mind, once again mentally begging and putting himself completely at the dragon’s mercy.

  “I will if you do one thing,” Aodh said, his voice reverberating inside Neph’s mind rather than spoken aloud.

  “Anything,” Neph gasped out loud.

  “Show me every detail of your time with her. Leave nothing out.”

  “It’s up to her,” Neph said, shooting a desperate glance at Vrishti. She stopped stroking him and frowned.

  “I want to do it together. We can meld just enough to share our minds—the three of us—right? I don’t want to go as far as mating yet. We need the power of my estrous still to get back home.”

  “You have to take his essence for that, kitten. Taste him.”

  She darted a look between the two men. Then her gaze drifted to Aodh’s cock.

  The big dragon’s thrusting digits left his ass suddenly, and Neph suppressed a sigh as he relaxed, finally able to regain his sanity for a second.

  “You’re already filled with me, sweetness,” the big dragon rumbled. He slid one hand down Vrishti’s side to her hip and dipped the other between her thighs. She let out a soft gasp, then a moan as Neph saw Aodh push two fingers up into the lovely young ursa.

  Aodh withdrew the shining digits and lifted them to her lips. “Everything you need is right here. Him and me. Take us so you can both show me everything.”

  She parted her luscious lips, and Neph watched enraptured as her eyelids fluttered closed and she sucked the dragon’s fingers clean of their juices.

  He started to stand up to complete the meld, but Aodh pressed his hand against his shoulder, holding him down. He shook his head.

  “I’ve got this,” Aodh said.

  Neph nodded. He’d almost forgotten how completely their souls could be merged after a blood meld, but then this was the first time he’d ever tried it. Aodh must have been aware of the power he could have had all this time, but was only able to access a small fraction of it. Now he had it all. Experimentally, Neph reached within for his own power and found the new energy coalescing in his lungs. He exhaled white smoke that gusted against the Vrishti statue’s spread pussy, making it glow.

  Then they were both inside him, their mental presences as natural as his own thoughts.

  “Show me,” Aodh said.

  “Finish what you started,” Neph challenged. “Then we’ll show you.” The request was contrary to anything he’d ever asked of the dragon before, but with the three of them connected this way, it seemed only fitting to have the dragon inside him in another way.

  As though sensing that need for the physical as well as mental contact, Vrishti moved to his head and caressed his cheek. At his rear, the dragon gripped both his ass cheeks, released them, then gave them both solid, resounding smacks with both hands. Then he held Neph wide and positioned his cock at his tight opening.

  Neph forced himself to relax and was dimly grateful for the tapered shape of Aodh’s cock. His tip breached him, and he let out groan of anticipation. He released the statue in favor of the real woman, hooking one arm around Vrishti’s waist and pulling her tight while the dragon pushed deeper.

  “Now,” Vrishti whispered in his ear, and the images flooded her mind, filling his own with the memories of the past two days. In his mind’s eye he was keenly aware of everything she had seen and felt from the first moment she’d set eyes on him.

  When they got to her solitary moments in the shower that first night, Aodh paused his slow fucking. At the same moment, the scent of Vrishti’s arousal spiked and he opened his eyes to look up into hers. Her lips were parted, and that look of barely contained need that had been a fixture on her pretty face for two days straight looked back at him.

  “Let me taste you again,” he rumbled, sliding his hand over her hip and pushing her against the statue. She eyed the ledge of polished marble between the bigger likeness’s ankles. With a nod, she gripped the marble knee and Neph wrapped his arm around her waist, helping her up. His slight shift in position caused Aodh’s cock to push deeper, and the other man gripped his hips, squeezing.

  “Better than my fucking dreams,” Aodh said as Vrishti settled herself against the statue’s belly and pulled her knees up to her chest, holding her ankles wide. Neph’s mouth watered at the sight of her dewy folds, parted and pink and juicy before him, even more enticing than the larger version he’d been staring at all along.

  “Taste her,” Aodh said, and his deep voice resonated through the air and inside Neph’s mind, the dragon’s mental presence even stronger now as he drove his cock in deep once again.

  Before indulging in Vrishti’s ambrosia, he refocused his mind on those first two days, silently prompting her to resume
that singularly beautiful memory of her carrying out his first command to pleasure herself.

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Vrishti

  Reliving that particular memory was far more amazing than it had been the first time, though this time Vrishti had layer upon layer of new understanding to add to it. They were both inside her head now as she went back to that night, the two men quite literally joining her there as actual presence and not just fantasies.

  Could they see her fantasies? Those were still vivid in her mind as she climbed out of the shower and sat on the toilet lid with the mirror, watching as she touched herself.

  It was as though they were in the room with her, watching her tease herself with her fingers delving into her wet pussy, toying with her swollen clit, and then adventuring lower. She’d already reenacted the moment for Neph, but even this time around was more deliciously potent with pleasure. In her mind, she pressed her finger to her anus, but in reality it was Neph’s tongue, then his thicker fingertip pushing into her.

  She let out a soft gasp that was reflected in the sounds each of the men made as their own pleasure surged higher. Neph hooked his arms around her thighs, pulling her closer to his shoulders while dipping his hands back to part her folds so he could get to the swollen, aching bundle of nerves that so desperately needed his mouth. He sucked her clit as he penetrated her ass with one finger, still partially mimicking the things she had done to herself, if only for a moment.

  “Not yet, sweetness,” Aodh rumbled just as she thought she could be free to fly over that edge she’d barely managed to resist the first time. Her eyes flew open and she stared at him, then down at Neph, who had removed his mouth from her, though he still trailed his fingers up and down the soaked folds of her pussy, keeping her spread open, but not providing enough contact to make her come.