Dance of the Dragon Sorceress

by Heather Rainier

  She hadn’t even played in the hot springs yet, but she wanted out already. Wanted them in, already. “Out of the water. Fuck me, please.”

  It took them no time at all to reach the water’s edge, and Rainger removed several thick linen cloths from a row of hooks and laid them in a cushioned layer at the water’s edge. “These are clean.”

  She wouldn’t have cared if they were or not, but she nodded her thanks and laid down on them, reclining back on her elbows.

  They didn’t hesitate to join her, Basile lifting her briefly and settling her back so she reclined against his torso while Rainger positioned the lantern closer on the bench.

  She giggled. “You want to be able to see?” She was visual, too, and appreciated the enhanced lighting.

  “Without question, Elaina,” Rainger said as he kneeled between her legs and pushed her knees up, spreading her thighs wide so they could both see her pussy.

  They stilled, eyes glued to her, and then Basile stroked her mound. “You are beautiful all over, sorceress. Touching you felt different in the water.”

  “Where I come from, women do whatever they like with their pussies. I like the hair down there to be neat and tidy, so I wax or shave it.”

  The smile on Rainger’s face made her heart tremble and throb. A corresponding ache in her pussy made her hips twitch. She grew even hotter when he looked directly at her cunt and whispered, “You’re soaking wet and swollen. You want us, don’t you?” He stroked her clit with one callused fingertip, and she gasped, her back arching in response.

  “Yes.”

  Basile clasped her knees, freeing Rainger’s hands and holding her open for him, and he didn’t hesitate. Bending low, he licked a long, slow stroke from her entrance up to her clit. All the oxygen left the room.

  “Again!”

  “Oh, don’t worry, sorceress. You’ll have more than you can stand,” he murmured as he licked again and then sucked on her clit, already distended and engorged from all their attention and oh-so sensitive.

  “Yes!”

  His cock bobbed between his legs, and although she reached, he kept it out of her grasp with a chuckle.

  “In a hurry?” Basile whispered in her ear, that velvety voice of his setting off more shivers that all centered in her pussy.

  “Yes!”

  “First things first,” he replied. “She’s very tight. Make her come so we’re sure she’s hot and ready for us.”

  Rainger responded with more licking and sucking on her clit, and he stroked her opening with two fingers, teasing her by pushing in but not thrusting very deep.

  The heat grew between her legs, and she moaned plaintively, hoping for mercy. He just chuckled and teased her some more until she was writhing between them, panting, and hoping.

  “Now, Rainger,” Basile whispered, spreading her pussy lips with his fingers to give Rainger greater access.

  In response, he slipped his fingers deeper and sucked on the flesh around her clit while he pumped his fingers in and out, over and over.

  “Oh please don’t stop! I’m coming!”

  Her whole body tightened further with each thrust, and then a climax flashed through every nerve ending, stealing her control. He stayed right with her, pumping his fingers with each orgasmic pulse, until her legs trembled and she went limp.

  Basile shifted his hold, grasping behind her knees, still holding her open, while Rainger held her hip with one hand and positioned the broad head of his massive erection at her still clenching opening and glanced up at her. Waiting.

  “Fuck me,” she pleaded breathlessly. “Please. I need you.”

  His cock firmly centered, he took hold of her other hip and thrust hard once, letting out a loud groan they had to have heard in the abbey. Her body tensed around his tremendous girth, one second away from detonation, but he pulled back and thrust again, sliding several more inches of his shaft inside her.

  “Oh yes! Yes!” she cried out, not caring who heard her. “More!”

  He took a deep breath, trembling, as he paused, looking down at where the two of them were partially joined, and then he rolled his head back on his shoulders and thrust again, filling her to the depths of her being, giving her every solid inch of him. He groaned again and took a shuddering breath as he stroked his fingertips over her clit.

  “Beautiful. Fuck. So tight and hot.”

  She didn’t have to plead any more as he eased her hips up slightly, pulled almost all the way out, and then plunged deep once again.

  “Fuck,” Basile growled in a deep tone full of lust and need as he watched their joining.

  Lifting up as much as she was able, she moaned as she watched Rainger’s shaft fill her pussy over and over. He was huge, and he felt so good inside of her, each thrust rubbing her G-spot until she fell back and arched against him, unable to remain still.

  She clutched Basile’s shoulders and used him for leverage as she responded with her own counter-thrust, angling so she could tug at Rainger’s cock with her pussy muscles every time he pulled back.

  “So good, Rainger. You fuck me so good. Harder! It’s coming!”

  She held on tight, writhing against him as the waves of orgasm crashed over and over again, giving her pleasure like she’d never known before.

  He growled, his smile feral as he took her over and over, bringing climax after climax until he finally reared over her, thrusting so firmly her breasts bobbed with each movement. His muscles bunched in his arms and shoulders as he chased his own release. He gasped deeply and froze, throwing his head back. No sound came from him when his jaw dropped open. His cock twitched deep within her, and he took a deep breath and moaned.

  He released her hips and looked where his hands had been. He brushed her skin and then frowned. “Are you all right?”

  “I’m fine,” she replied through a mouth dry as cotton. “Better than fine.”

  “I may have bruised you. My hands left marks.” He moved to pull away from her, but she stopped him.

  “They’ll fade. That was incredible.”

  Basile pressed tender kisses to her throat, and she could feel his hard-as-rock erection at her back. Tilting her head back, she smiled up at him before returning his kiss. “I still want both of you.”

  His smile, that slow sexy, slightly lopsided grin, made her giggle. Rainger withdrew, taking time to stroke her pussy and make sure he hadn’t done any harm. She resisted telling him she wasn’t a china doll because she didn’t want to go into detailed descriptions of what she meant.

  Once Rainger stood, she sat up and then kneeled and murmured, “Are you going to switch places?”

  “In a moment,” Basile said as he took advantage of her position to push her slightly forward so she was on hands and knees. He stroked her pussy, growling at how slick she’d grown, and rubbing her clit, which responded to his touch as if she hadn’t just had several orgasms.

  Arching her back in invitation, she looked over her shoulder as Rainger came to stand beside them so he could watch what Basile was doing. She hadn’t factored in how hot it would make her, to know that one of them would watch while she was being fingered, and hopefully fucked soon, by the other man.

  “I want you.”

  “Like this?” Basile asked with an arched brow.

  “Like this. Any way you want me.”

  She spread her legs farther apart and rubbed against his fingers, smothering a sexy sigh as she lowered her upper body so it rested on her forearms, leaving him no doubt. She wasn’t a slut in her world, but that didn’t mean she didn’t know what she wanted.

  He teased her with the head of his cock, the heat from it making her cunt clench with anticipation. He was maybe a fraction thicker than Rainger, although Rainger was huge, and he was also a tiny bit longer, the head a little broader. After all the attention her pussy had just received, he would feel positively massive. She nearly had an orgasm right then just imagining him filling her inch by torrid inch.

  “Oh!” she moaned as he r
ubbed against her, sliding that head back and forth in her juices, teasing her with each tiny thrust until her pussy clenched, a single thrust away from orgasm. Then he pushed inside her with one motion.

  “Oh, fuck yes,” he murmured, grasping her thighs. She observed over her shoulder as he leaned back, watching, and pulled her onto his cock over and over, farther and farther, deeper until she’d taken all of him, and then he held her still.

  She couldn’t take it and began wiggling against him, squeezing her pussy muscles, flexing and rotating her hips until her climax loomed just out of reach.

  “So beautiful,” Rainger murmured with appreciation in his gaze.

  “Perfect,” Basile growled as he thrust several more times. He licked his thumb, and she gasped a split second before he stroked her asshole and said, “Have you ever taken a man here before?”

  “No, uh, well, not willingly. A boyfriend tried but…” Hello, awkward.

  “We are not boys. Will you take us here, if we are careful and make it good for you?”

  Words failed her, but she couldn’t imagine anything she wanted more. Her pussy grew hotter and wetter as he fucked her over and over.

  He chuckled and said, “You might not say the words out loud, but your body tells me what I wanted to hear. Someday soon we will take you at the same time, Rainger’s cock in your sweet pussy and my cock in your ass.” He thrust firmly, over and over, bouncing her ass off of his hips as he reached down and fingered her clit until she saw stars and her climax burst once more.

  “Yes! Yes! Oh yes!”

  He rode the crashing waves of pleasure along with her until they abated and then pulled out.

  Her world went topsy-turvy as they repositioned her limp body, and Basile knelt between her legs, lifted her hips to his liking, and looked down.

  She was too boneless to watch again, lying against Rainger’s chest, but she could see the almost savage pleasure in Basile’s eyes and the stern set of his mouth as he teased her with the head of his cock while thumbing her clit back and forth. Just when she thought she had no orgasms left, lust flared to life again and she flexed her hips, responding to his shallow thrusts and his touch.

  “Fuck me, Basile, please,” she whispered. “I need you.”

  “Exquisite,” Rainger murmured as he cupped her breasts and lightly pinched her nipples, adding another layer of stimulation to the overload she was already experiencing, bringing her right to the verge as Basile’s thrusts grew harder and faster.

  Her body tightened as she rocked with him, and then the pleasure ignited her nerve endings, burning through her like a wildfire as he thrust hard twice more and cried out in ecstasy.

  Chapter Nine

  Every fiber in Basile’s body tingled and throbbed as he crouched over Elaina’s limp form. Her light panting tickled his neck, and he chuckled when she stroked his nipple and it startled him. His body was one big pulse from head to toe. Never in his life had he experienced anything like making love with her.

  “You all right?” she asked as she looked up at him, one arm resting above her head, the other across her chest, legs still wrapped around his hips.

  “You’re asking me if I’m all right. We’ve just…” He breathed out with a chuckle.

  “Fucked me to within an inch of my life? Yes, I know.” The smile curling on her lips was satisfied, like a cat who’d gotten into the cream. All she needed to do was lick her luscious lips.

  When she wiggled beneath him, he withdrew gently, concerned she might be sore.

  “I’m fine,” she said before he could even open his mouth. “I just want to get back in the water and play for a while.” She stood over them for a moment, unself-conscious, reached into her backpack for something that she hid in her hand, and then walked around the large pool they’d been in earlier, to the opposite side where the water was deeper.

  Grinning at them, she backed from the edge, squeezed her nostrils shut, got a running start, and cried out, “Cannonball!”

  For a split second, he thought she’d cast a spell destroying the entire abbey, for what else could a cannonball be?

  She landed in a tight crouch, on her plump bottom, and he discovered firsthand what she meant when he got treated to a mouthful of it as the perfectly executed wave hit them both full force.

  Water dripping from his hair into his eyes and down his face, Rainger said, “Do you remember when the abbey was a quiet place?”

  “Dimly.” And I wouldn’t go back to that if it meant she disappeared from our lives.

  Elaina’s laughter echoed off the cavern walls until surely the occupants upstairs heard her. “Suckers! You should see your faces! You’ve never heard of a cannonball before?”

  “No, sorceress.”

  “Then you haven’t lived yet. I guess that means you’ve never heard of a water pistol either, huh?” she asked as she looked down at something she held under the water.

  Before he could speculate, he was hit in the chest with a thin stream of water, followed by one in the face.

  “Since you’re already wet, I didn’t think you’d mind.” She squirted another stream at Rainger, but he ducked.

  “Sorceress,” Basile growled as he stood and stalked to the edge of the pool. “Exactly how much of your life is packed in that backpack?”

  “All kinds of stuff. We were going camping, and I believe in being prepared for anything. Although…I supposed I could’ve packed some condoms.”

  “Some what?”

  “Never mind. It’s a moot point for now.”

  She was full of surprises, and her laughter lightened his heart. Rainger joined him at the edge of the pool, and then they both yelled “Cannonball!” before jumping in.

  They played with her in the warm water, tossing her up in the air to land back in the water, and her giggles helped them both to forget the troubles above the cavern for a time.

  When she was done playing, she came to them, desire in her eyes once more. Wrapping her strong legs around Basile’s hips, she asked him and Rainger to make her come just one more time.

  Several orgasms later, she stretched luxuriantly, like a satisfied cat, and then gazed up at both of them. She didn’t seem in any hurry to reposition herself. She stroked Rainger’s forearm where it rested lightly across her ribcage. “Where did these come from?” she asked, indicating the copper tattoos.

  Rainger glanced up at him. Basile knew of his reluctance to talk about them, to bring up what had come before. Basile eased from her, sad to see the tender moment pass but knowing that it was time for her to know the story.

  Basile stepped back into one of the pools, looking over his shoulder. “Let’s rinse off and we’ll tell you our tale.” At Elaina’s look of amused skepticism, he said, “Honestly, sorceress, just cleaning off from our afternoon activities so we can dress.”

  “Fine. Time to clean up. You talk. Tell me about your ink.”

  Rainger kissed the top of her head and said, “A gift from the queen for her Dragon Huntsmen.”

  “And a means with which to control them,” Basile added as he stepped over to his clothes. Rainger hadn’t submitted to those marks willingly.

  “What do you mean?”

  “When men of the Western Kingdom are drafted into the Dragon Huntsmen, their first priority is hunting the dragons. For a time, I was one of her huntsmen.”

  “You hunted the dragons?” Elaina stopped searching for her undies to look over at Rainger, who slowly nodded in affirmation.

  They’d told her this before, but he could see the thoughts whirling behind her gaze as she factored in the bond she had with Zayrgrud and tried to imagine him being hunted. She continued to dress in silence, and the sparkle in her eyes dimming was a sobering sight.

  “Yes. I hunted them. I captured or killed them, if necessary, and brought them to her.”

  Dressed except for her shoes, Elaina slid her hand up to Rainger’s shoulder. “Why?”

  “I was coerced. She convinced my father that the dragon
s wanted to destroy the Western Kingdom, reduce it to ashes. And she used the most heinous means possible to convince the influential members of the court.”

  Basile stopped Rainger before he could say more. “We need to start the story earlier for you to understand. The dragons are not sociable in the same way that we are. It is not a skill valued in their society, but they understood that it was a necessary skill in dealing with the other kingdoms.”

  Rainger took up the tale, continuing where Basile left off, “Members of certain family lines in the Western Kingdom have the ability to communicate telepathically—a gift from the fae through intermarriage. All of the dragons can communicate telepathically.”

  “One of my ancestors journeyed to the border of the Eastern Kingdom, the home of the dragons.” Basile spoke of his kin with obvious pride.

  Both men, now fully dressed, sat down on the bench, and Basile motioned for her to sit between them as he continued his story.

  “He climbed the Unsunderable Cliffs as high as he was able and sent out a telepathic plea to the dragons. He wanted to speak with their leader, for the purpose of creating ties of friendship, and allies if Tangere was ever threatened, and possibly to trade with them.”

  “Trade?”

  Basile grinned. “I suppose it must seem odd to you. In your world, do men believe only in what they can see? You seem surprised by the everyday magic found in our kingdom.”

  “No, we believe in lots of things we can’t see. God. The devil. Angels, ghosts, and aliens. But you said it yourself, the everyday magic you take for granted would be considered extraordinary in my world. I’m trying to imagine bartering and trading with dragons and having a hard time.”

  “The dragons have much with which they can barter. A dragon eggshell, when crushed has remarkable medicinal powers. They shed scales and grow new ones throughout their long life cycles. Those scales are harder, stronger, and more lightweight than the finest armor our people could craft. A means of trade was devised and an accord was struck with the dragon king. The Order of the Dragon was formed, and from then on, the dragons brought their hatchlings to Coeur du Ciel, the home I grew up in, to be trained in trade for goods we could use.”