The Dragons’ Demon: A Dragon's Dream

by Marie Harte

  Jentaron pinched her nipples and trailed his kisses along her cheek to her ear.

  “When Ranton’s done, I’m going to fuck you again. I want your ass, Eve, that perfect, round white ass.” He thrust his tongue in her ear and she saw stars.

  Just as Ranton roared his release, she found hers. Sparks of color lit the blackness suddenly all around her. Her breath froze, her body seized, and pure fire lit her from head to toe, centering in her womb. Ranton’s seed dripped down her legs as he came and continued to thrust, until finally, she’d milked all of him.

  “Eve,” he sighed, and leaned forward to hug her. “Mine.”

  “Mine,” Jentaron agreed, stroking the tears from her cheeks.

  “You’ve both got it wrong,” Eve said hoarsely. “Demons rule the lower realm. Therefore, you’re both mine.”

  Jentaron chuckled, but Ranton growled in warning.

  “Don’t worry, brother. I’m sure we can make Eve see the error of her ways. After all, she was right before. We’re all really demons at heart, aren’t we?” His eyes blazed, and communication passed between brothers.

  Ranton withdrew and came to face her as Jentaron took his place behind her. He chuckled at her face. “Such starry eyes, sassa. I think we’re wearing her down, Jentaron. But Eve, you still owe me from before.”

  She glanced down only to see his cock rise again, and her eyes widened. But before she could ask him what he meant her to do, Jentaron slid his cock into her dripping pussy.

  “Oh, that is good, Ranton,” he said, his voice amazed. “I wish that

  I—” he paused. “But I won’t. Your seed will breed true in Eve. Mine is meant for another.”

  Eve suddenly understood what he meant when he withdrew and pushed his fingers deep in her pussy. He slid them up and began pushing slowly into her ass.

  “No, Jentaron,” she protested, his thick fingers stretching her.

  “Yes, Eve,” Ranton said, amused. “Don’t worry, I’ll guide him. He won’t hurt you…much.” His eyes twinkled, and she saw the love shining bright in the sparkles of green and white glowing there.

  “You’re going to get yours,” she breathed hard, harder when Jentaron groaned and replaced his fingers with his cock. “See if you don’t find yourself ass-fucked one of these days.”

  Ranton raised a brow and began stroking himself. He sat in front of her and lay back on the pillows, one hand behind his head and the other on his cock.

  “She feels incredible, doesn’t she?” he asked his brother.

  Jentaron groaned but said nothing, focused on Eve.

  “I don’t understand how you two make me feel this,” she panted, shaking as her body coiled, readying to spring again into climax. “No human or demon ever has.”

  “Good,” Ranton said, his breathing choppy. “Because you were meant for me.” He stared over her shoulder and sighed. “For us. Until my king takes a queen. So make sure you teach him right.” His eyes glittered. “Now show him how sorry you can be, for having taken advantage of your mate.” He glanced down to his huge erection.

  “Mate?” she cried, as Jentaron thrust harder into her ass. Good night, she hoped he wasn’t planning to grow as large as he had in her mouth. The thought of it made her groan, and she heard him laugh.

  “Don’t worry, sassa. I want only to bring you pleasure as well.”

  Fire suddenly burned at her clit, a blaze of pleasure that lit her entire body. And she realized Jentaron had somehow spelled her. The pull of Ranton’s cock had her lowering her arms and head to his groin as he spread his thighs around her.

  At his taste, she shuddered. So male, so incredibly powerful. And her scent lay subtly over his, showing her they were in fact one. She began sucking him, taking him deeper and deeper as Jentaron rammed into her. The exquisite sensation of belonging took her over, and she groaned as she began coming, her thighs wet with bliss.

  Jentaron cried out and tensed as he filled her ass, his seed hot as it hit her hole and slid down her thighs.

  Ranton bucked as her lips and tongue teased him, taunting him as she controlled his orgasm.

  “More, Eve. Suck the head, take me deeper,” he groaned, threading his fingers through her hair. He held her, fucking her mouth with surer strokes. “By the fire, I’m coming, sassa. Swallow me, love. Take my marker,” he hissed as he shot, arching off the floor into her mouth.

  Groans filled the air, the scent of love overwhelming as Eve experienced yet another orgasm.

  Jentaron and Ranton remained inside her until she’d wrung them dry, then withdrew and cuddled her between them on the cold, hard floor.

  “Mmm,” she murmured, wanting to protest the cold. But she hadn’t the energy to do more than snuggle into her lovers.

  Lovers. Ranton and Jentaron, dragons of flame, rulers of power. The love she felt for them both astounded her. Ranton’s was pure, dark and decidedly sexual. Jentaron’s was filled with desire as well, yet tempered with the need to protect, and to guide. So young, yet so strong already. He answered that need within her to serve and defend, and she sighed at the perfection of her place in life.

  “I’m still not sure how we’re going to work this out, Eve,” Ranton murmured.

  “Oh, I’ve got some ideas.” Jentaron chuckled and spooned Eve, hugging her waist. He caressed her skin, his touch comforting. “I love you, sassa.” He swallowed loudly and continued. “And Ranton, I just wanted to tell you how much I love you as well. You are my brother, my teacher, my Guardian. And I know how difficult it is to share that which you treasure above all else. I’ll never take you for granted.”

  Eve leaned back to look at Ranton’s face, and wasn’t surprised to see her gruff dragon getting all teary-eyed.

  “You’re young, but with a knowledge that far surpasses anything I might have imagined. You’ll make a fine king, Jentaron. Eve and I wouldn’t let you be anything else.” He cleared his throat and glanced down at Eve, his heart in his eyes. “And I love you, sassa, completely. Both of you, with every flame of my fire.” He blinked several times, ridding himself of tears. “Now if we’re done with this sentimental crap, let’s move to the bed. This frail human form is decidedly uncomfortable on cold rock.”

  Eve grinned, and had to be carried by Jentaron to the bed. Her legs wouldn’t hold her. Once there, she turned to Jentaron, curious.

  “So what are these ideas about my future?” she wanted to know.

  Moments later, Eve could only stare at him in shock. Angels in the lower realm? Blood elves with souls? Demons and dragons and Nailiim coexisting in the dragon stronghold? Life was about to become much more complicated down here. Chaotic, unruly, and quite possibly more dangerous than life in the Ordinary.

  Eve laughed out loud at the thought and smiled at her lovers. She couldn’t have been happier.

  Duncan controlled his rage, only barely, learning Uriel had stripped another sway from under his command, effectively stealing another soul for heaven. Damn his father to heaven for putting him through this shit. It ate at his being to watch the angels take souls that should have belonged in hell.

  “Thank you, Duncan, for enabling me to save another poor soul from eternal damnation. You know, you’d make a fine angel,” Uriel said kindly, pissing Duncan off even more. “You’re more like your father than you know—at least, more like the Asael I knew in the upper realm.”

  “Fuck you.” Duncan would have lunged at Uriel for the insult, save for the golden silk binding his wrists and ankles that forced him to remain upright in the middle of the room. Funny thing, he couldn’t see what the bindings were tied to, and he imagined he looked like a puppet strung in the air. Fucking angel magic. The glowing brilliance of Uriel’s room didn’t help either. Marble lined the floor, the walls a pale cream and covered in artwork showcasing the world’s judgment, saved by heaven’s angels.

  “Fuck me? But I though you preferred females.” Uriel shrugged, then began to undress. First his trousers, than his long tunic.

  The m
ove made Duncan tense, and he tugged harder at the Ethereal ropes holding him tight. “Keep away, asshole, or I’ll break the promise I made my father and roast you alive.”

  “Alive, dead, you’re forgetting who you are. Who we are, demon.” Uriel grinned, then stood proud and naked before Duncan, his skin so white it was nearly blinding. Duncan had to look away and froze when he felt cool hands on his naked skin.

  “Don’t worry, Duncan. I wouldn’t soil my palms touching a demon.” Uriel smirked. “But my apprentices like to work on your kind, to better understand what they’re up against.”

  Duncan gritted his teeth when he saw two dark-haired females petting him. Unbidden, his dick rose, though he wanted none of their angelic touch.

  “There we are,” Uriel grinned and lay back on his feathered bed to watch. “A demon’s pleasure has its own beauty. Let them ease you with the purity of their touch.”

  Duncan sweated at the effort not to respond to the beautiful women stroking his skin. At least humans encouraged lusts, engaged in the carnality demons breathed like air.

  But the angels…their touch hurt, the goodness, the light of their thoughts left pinpricks of pain in their wake. And unlike James, Duncan had never been one to mix pleasure and pain. Yet still his cock rose, and he glared over at Uriel. An angelic spell, no doubt.

  “Oh, and Duncan, congratulations on your sister’s nuptials.”

  Duncan stared. “What?”

  “Eve made her ties to Ranton official yesterday. Seems she’s also taken on the role of Guardian to the dragon’s new king, Jentaron.”

  Duncan nodded, pleased his sister had found such a powerful place in the lower realm. But as Guardian to the dragon king, how would she fulfill her duties to the Ethereal?

  “Oh, and Asael sent another message. Eve is going to be occupied watching over the dragons and their cousins, the blood elves. Apparently, there’s been a shift in the balance, and some of those in the lower and middle realm, before thought untouchable, actually aren’t.” Uriel grinned, his handsome features stirring the females to increase their caressing. Now their hands wandered over Duncan’s body with a carnal edge, and he strained at his fetters.

  “Asael told me to tell you that you and your brother will soon have a new partner to keep order. But in the meantime, I’m to wring every ounce of apology from you that I can.”

  One of the angels wrapped her hand around Duncan’s cock, and he shook from the force of his desire. The perversion of Uriel's minions should have made him sick, at the very least, impotent. But for some unknown reason, he found the angels’ touch arousing.

  “Sorry yet?”

  “When I get free from these, you’re going to pay for this.” Duncan felt his eyes burn, and knew Uriel saw it as well, for his grin faded.

  Uriel rose from the bed, his arousal obvious. “You shouldn’t make threats when in the arms of your enemy.” He leaned close, his body nearly brushing Duncan’s, and Duncan couldn’t help the flinch of alarm as he leaned back as far as his restraints would allow.

  Uriel laughed and rubbed a finger along Duncan’s cheek, the ache scarring him deep. “So pretty for a demon. Behave, Duncan, or I’ll let Sara do what she’s been begging me for since she laid eyes on you.”

  Sara, the apprentice with deep, brown eyes, stared hungrily at his cock. Damnation, Uriel wasn’t suggesting…

  He howled with a mix of rage and pain, and a stunning depth of sexual desire, as Sara took him deep in her mouth.

  Uriel sighed. “Ah, the bliss of enlightenment. These ten days won’t last long enough, Duncan.”

  About the Author

  Marie Harte is an avid reader who loves all things paranormal and futuristic. Reading romances since she was twelve, she fell in love with the warmth of first passion and knew writing was her calling.

  Twenty-three years later, the Marine Corps, a foray through Information Technology, a husband and four kids, and her dream has finally come true. Marie lives in Georgia with her family and loves hearing from readers.

  To read more about Marie, visit Marie at www.marieharte.com and http://marieharte.blogspot.com.

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