Kissed by The Dragon: (The Dragon Lords - Book 2)

by K. T. Stryker

  Gavin clutched her fiercely, and she braced herself as he exploded inside her mouth, filling her while she desperately tried to swallow it all. She squeezed his shaft, milking him for everything he had, wanting it all.

  Oz pulled her away and guided her to the couch, quickly undressing and sitting down where she could suck him off next. Isabel didn’t hesitate, scratching his thighs with her nails as she ran her tongue up from his balls to the tip, then took him in. The angel groaned as she began to work him, her hand pumping while she sucked.

  She felt Gavin’s hands on her ass, and with a quick motion, her panties were pulled down to her knees. “You want this, don’t you, Isabel?”

  Isabel only moaned, too busy pleasuring Oz, his cock deep in her mouth.

  “Say it,” Gavin ordered, and with surprising ease, tore her panties off and tossed them onto the couch next to Oz. “Tell me how much you want me to fuck you!”

  Isabel pulled Oz’s cock out of her mouth and looked over her shoulder, pushing her ass higher against Gavin’s cock. He felt like stone against her, and in her mid, she already felt him tearing her apart from inside.

  “Fuck me,” she pleaded. “Fuck me, Gavin. Please just do it!”

  Gavin’s lips curled up in a wicked smile, and Isabel screamed out as he thrust his cock inside her with one quick motion. She grasped Oz’s thighs hard, her nails digging into his skin as Gavin pummeled her, slamming against her harder and faster with every thrust, filling her and pushing against parts of her she never thought could be reached. Shocks of pleasure shot through her body, and she began to shake as he moved, shuddering with every thrust, her moans echoing across the room.

  Oz grabbed her by the hair and brought her back to his cock, bucking his hips and sliding into her mouth, forcing her head up and down as Gavin continued from behind. Isabel felt like her entire body would explode with ecstasy, the feeling of two cocks inside her at the same time sending waves of unbridled madness through her. She was about to pull Oz out when she felt the twitch of his cock in her mouth, and he grabbed her by the head as he exploded, his groans rocking through the room.

  His cock slid out of her mouth, his juices dripping down her lips and chin as Gavin slammed against her, rocking hard. Her eyes rolled back in their sockets, her mind overwhelmed by the sensations she was feeling all at once. Oz lifted her by the chin, gazing into her eyes with a satisfied smile and wiped his juices off her lips with her own panties. He was still hard, and she whimpered at the thought of having more of him, more of both of them.

  Isabel’s head snapped around in protest when Gavin pulled out. “Ride him!” he ordered, but she didn’t need coaxing. As soon as the words were out of his mouth, she was on her feet and straddling Oz. She guided the tip of him to her wetness, rubbing it against her, and then slid down on top of him. She threw her head back at the feel of him inside her, and hardly noticed as Gavin unzipped her dress and pulled it over her head.

  She began to grind, hard, fast, reveling in the feeling of him inside her and his strong hands against her waist. She leaned forward, presenting her breasts to him, and wrapped her arms around his head as he sucked her nipples and squeezed her ass. He began rocking her against him, and soon she was moving in quick up and down motions against his cock, in a full daze at how incredible he felt.

  “Fuck him harder, Isabel,” Gavin ordered from behind her, his fingers lightly caressing up and down her spine. “Show him how much you’ve been wanting this.”

  Isabel did as she was told, soon bouncing up and down on Oz’s cock as he devoured one breast and then the other, sending bolts of pleasure through her body. She felt his hand snake down between her legs, and she screamed in pleasure when he found her clit. She grinded, his finger manipulating her until she was shaking and screaming in orgasm, before collapsing on top of him. He wouldn’t let her stop, though, buckling up against her, harder and faster until she felt his entire body stiffen against her and his hot-gush of juices shoot out inside her.

  Isabel didn’t move. Her arms wrapped around Oz as she gasped for breath, her heart thumping like a rollercoaster against her chest. For the briefest of moments, she felt the world around her swim in and out of focus, as if at any moment she would drift away, satisfied and fulfilled. Still, a part of her wanted more, an inexplicable need and thirst that needed quenching, and she squealed in pleasure when Gavin pulled her off of the angel and threw her onto her back on the couch.

  “We’re not quite done yet,” he growled, and Isabel couldn’t have hoped for anything more.

  He climbed on top of her, and she reached for his hard cock, stroking it as he looked into her half-shut eyes.

  “Have you had enough, Isabel?” he teased.

  “Never,” Isabel managed between breaths, and she lifted her hips, pushing him deep inside her. She gasped as he filled her, stretching her out, and she wondered if seeing her riding Oz had turned him on so much that he had actually grown harder.

  “That’s exactly what I wanted to hear!” Gavin said, pulling out and then slamming into her again. Isabel wrapped her legs around him as he began to move against her, feeling every inch of him inside her, pushing against her, harder, faster. She rocked against him as he grabbed both her wrists over her head, his breaths hot against her neck, his other hand squeezing one breast before pinching the nipple and moving to the next. She was riding a high, every inch of her body tingling in pleasure as he moved.

  “Tell him how much you love it, Isabel,” Oz’s voice came hoarsely from somewhere behind her.

  “I love it!” Isabel screamed. “Fuck me, Gavin. Don’t stop!”

  Gavin growled, a deep rumbling from the back of his throat that only served to turn her on even more. Isabel felt like he would tear her apart with his thrusts, deep and hard, slamming into her with enough strength to send her into a frenzy of moans and screams. She didn’t want him to stop. She wanted this to continue forever. She wanted more and more, and her thirst for it drove her mind into havoc.

  Suddenly, Gavin tensed against her, pushing deep as he let go of her hands and grabbed her waist. Her hands grappled the sides of the couch as she steadied herself with her feet, pushing her hips up against him, forcing him in deeper as he exploded inside her. She felt her own body break into a series of shudders as her own orgasm burst through her, her screams muffled as she bit down hard on her arm.

  Her hips fell onto the couch as Gavin pulled out of her and climbed off, and she immediately rolled onto her side. Her head was spinning, and as she closed her eyes, she fell into a deep abyss of blissful darkness, a satisfied smile on her face.

  CHAPTER 5

  Isabel opened her eyes and rolled over on her side. She stretched her body out and smoothed her hand over the bedsheets, feeling for Gavin’s presence. The sheets were cold, and when she opened her eyes he wasn’t there. She had spent an amazing time with him last night, and today was Oz’s day. She was getting used to the whole alternating thing, and the truth was, she felt like her transformation was complete. She was more confident than ever; day by day, she felt like she was growing more powerful, more capable of controlling men’s minds. She had noticed that the people in the mansion were multiplying, and she wondered if this was all the making of Gavin and Oz’s late night endeavors. She had bumped into some attractive men and women, but she wasn’t as tempted as she used to be. For now, either Gavin or Oz was enough for her, even better if it were both of them at once.

  Isabel threw her feet off the side of the bed and just sat there for a few moments, brushing her fingers through her hair. It had grown longer, more luscious than it used to be. In a way, it felt like she had reached the peak of her beauty, with her breasts growing just a little bit larger and her waist getting just a tiny bit smaller over the past few days. Her hair was down to her hips, and she had grown used to having a long, cascading side braid that touched up on her breast and fell free at her stomach.

  “Alright, let’s get this day started,” she said as she dusted herself
off and stepped out into the corridor.

  She hurried down the spiral staircase, the train of her dress floating behind her. “Good morning,” she said to Analise on her way down. Isabel had gotten used to life at the mansion. It had only been a couple of weeks, but she had already gotten to know the people. She had come across a bunch of unfamiliar faces on the way, and she made a mental note to ask Analise who they were the next time she saw her. Tonight, Gavin and Oz had promised her a threesome, and she couldn’t wait. The whole thing never seemed to lose its luster— Isabel figured it was just a product of mind control— but she didn’t really mind it. She was having the best sex of her life with two of the most attractive men at the mansion; she wasn’t complaining. The temptation to feed on other men was almost completely gone, and that had the power to both comfort and terrify her.

  Just as Isabel was about to barge into the kitchen, she felt something tugging at the sleeve of her dress. “Yes?” she said, turning around. Suddenly she felt an unsettling feeling in her stomach. The woman tugging at her dress looked familiar. She had red hair, freckles, and wore a long-sleeved dress like her. The girl from the club.

  “Can we have a moment in private?” the woman asked, her eyes wide. Isabel wasn’t sure whether she should be scared or just roll with it. She definitely recognized the girl, but somehow, she looked different to when she had seen her outside the club. Her skin was paler, looking almost like porcelain, her hair had grown longer and her lips were extremely chapped. Isabel wondered if they were keeping her well-fed, because according to her own experiences, succubi weren’t supposed to look like that.

  “Sure,” Isabel nodded, following her down the hall. The woman hurried past several rooms, looking right and left, before she stopped at one of them, dusting herself off before walking inside. She popped her head out the inched open door and cocked it to the side, motioning for Isabel to come in. Isabel hesitated for a moment, but then she remembered; no one could hurt her. Hell, she was the most powerful succubus in this mansion. She lifted her dress off the floor and walked inside, taking a seat at the makeup table. “What’s wrong?” she asked, raising her eyes to the woman. There was something about the look in her eyes that was more fearful than anything else.

  “My name is Ava,” she said, her voice trembling. “I’m not sure why I’m here, but they brought me here… and I don’t feel like myself.” She paused for a moment, looking around her. Isabel watched as she paced the room back and forth. She was obviously confused. Her hands were balled up into fists, and when she seemed to have caught her own reflection in the mirror, she sprung back. “Can you help me?”

  Isabel rose to her feet. A part of her didn’t have a good feeling about this at all. “Listen, who took you and why?” she asked, her eyebrows furrowed.

  “I... I don’t remember,” Ava said. “The last thing I remember is waking up and not recognizing myself in the mirror, and then I was told to come here.”

  “Who told you to come here?” Isabel asked. But she had a pretty good idea of who it was.

  “This man,” Ava said. “I don’t remember what he looks like, but if I saw him I’d recognize him.”

  “Listen, Ava,” Isabel said, her eyes fixated on hers. “Do you remember meeting that same man who told you to come here at a club, just a couple of weeks ago?”

  Ava paused for a bit. Suddenly, her hand flew to her mouth, like she had just remembered something. “Oh my God, yes, I... I remember.” Isabel watched her go through a chain reaction of realizations in her head. At one point, she was mouthing some things to herself, and Isabel couldn’t wait, apprehensive as she was, to get something out of her.

  “That man, Ava, what did he do?” she asked.

  “I remember,” the redhead said. “We hooked up in the bathroom stall of the club that night… I haven’t been feeling well ever since.”

  “Did he do anything unusual?” Isabel asked.

  “Actually,” Ava said. “He... he bit me.”

  “He bit you?”

  “He bit me. I remember I was really drunk that night, but the next day, I had bite marks on my right hip and it was bleeding.”

  Isabel couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She just needed one more tiny detail to confirm her doubts. “And that man, are you sure you don’t remember what he looked like?” she asked, hoping against hope that Ava would have something else to say.

  She shook her head. “No, I don’t quite remember what he looked like… but I do remember he was quite broad across the shoulders.”

  Isabel pursed her lips. “Okay,” she nodded. “I’m going to talk to Analise right now… she knows more about how this whole place operates than I do,” she said.

  “No, wait,” Ava said. “Don’t leave me here, I have no idea where I am and what brought me here.”

  Isabel started pacing the room. Her brain was on overdrive. If Oz was the person that woman hooked up with, then how the hell could she have ended up with those bite marks? “Ava,” Isabel said again. “Did you hook up with anyone else on that same night?”

  “No,” she was quick to recall. “Just this one guy… that’s the only detail I remember out of everything that happened that night. I remember because he was pretty handsome… I even went out to call my friend, to tell her all about it.”

  Holy fuck, it’s really her! At the beginning, she wasn’t certain it was the same woman she had seen slumped down on the sidewalk outside the club, but that little detail confirmed it. Only question was, where did the bite marks come from? Oz had some explaining to do. “I’m going to ask you one last question,” Isabel said. “And I don’t want to sound too intrusive or anything… but did you go all the way with him?” she asked.

  “No,” Ava said. “I stopped him the second he bit me… he didn’t seem too bothered by it. I don’t remember him being rude or anything.”

  “Alright,” Isabel said, folding both arms across her chest. She didn’t know what it was that was making her so uncomfortable. It was like she was missing a piece of the puzzle. One thing was for sure: she needed to have a little talk with Oz. And she needed to have it straight away. “I’m going to get to the bottom of this,” she said, stepping closer to Ava and looking into her eyes. The woman looked significantly weaker than the last time she saw her. “I’m going to talk to the man you met that night, he might have some explaining to do.”

  “How do you know him?” Ava asked, her voice falling to a whisper.

  For a while, Isabel didn’t say anything. She didn’t know whether she should come clean about this whole thing, or whether she should come up with a more convincing story. This was her life now; this was her reality. But a part of her still held onto that time when she couldn’t bring herself to believe any of it. And she knew that, if she were to bombard Ava with all of this information at once, she was pretty likely to go insane. Isabel had a hard time believing that she didn’t go crazy, herself. And she didn’t really want to put anyone else through it. But first, she had to make sure who this woman was, and if she really did hook up with Oz that night. Isabel could feel the hunger gnawing at her again, but this time, it blended in with a feeling of jealousy, of contempt. In her head, Oz was hers, and she was his. He had become such an integral part of her everyday life that it was literally impossible to survive without him. The thought of him going around sleeping with other women made her sick to her stomach, and she didn’t know why that was. Was it because she was secretly afraid she would starve if he didn’t make time for her? Or was there something else? Was it something deeper, almost like a connection that she felt for him? Or was it all just a game of mind control? Isabel didn’t even know anymore, and she figured that, if she wasn’t sure herself, then she shouldn’t be putting anyone else through it, either. “I know him from around here,” Isabel said finally, trying to gather her thoughts. “Alright, Ava, do you want me to get you something to eat?” she asked.

  “Yeah, I’m starving,” Ava said. “But I don’t want you to leave me here, if
that’s okay.”

  Isabel nodded. “Alright, I’ll take you to the main kitchen downstairs,” she said, reaching her hand out to Ava. “I don’t want you to be afraid. I know it’s confusing, but everything will fall into place, it’s only a matter of time.” The truth was, she didn’t know what else to say. The girl looked completely petrified. Every now and again, she would turn to look at herself in the mirror. She would run her pointer finger along her jawline, brush a hand through her hair and then start stroking the side of her face with her thumb. She would move in closer, inspecting her now flawless skin, searching for any pimples, any blemishes, anything to remind her of the girl she once was. Isabel just stared at her, and all at once she was reminded of that dark time in her life, when she didn’t even know who she was anymore. She wanted so desperately to tell Ava that it was pointless, that her body would never go back to the way it was. But she couldn’t. She decided she was just going to let her figure it out on her own. They stepped out of the room, Isabel taking Ava’s hand as they walked down the hall and hurried down the stairs. On her way down, Ava was scanning the sea of faces around her, desperate to make out a face she knew. But it was useless. She was never going to bump into someone she knew in a place like this.