“Fuck me,” she said in every one, and the figure did as commanded. Her gag fell away and her voice rose loud and clear, every figure that surrounded her falling to their knees while only he remained—his cock at the ready to fulfill her wish.
Neela’s body lit up at the vision, and the entire room brightened and the fire inside her blazed with renewed heat.
“Neela, you don’t have to accept it,” the fiery Z said into her ear from behind. “You can leave that darkness behind.”
“No,” she said. “It’s my darkness, and I will fucking own it. I know you liked it as much as I did. If you want to keep me, you will let me have this.”
She smiled up at the onyx eyes that gazed down at her. His lips curled into a smile and he looked past her shoulder with one brow raised. She turned in his arms to gaze up into eyes like the sun, her heartbeat fluttering at how much this side of him embodied everything she’d felt during their silent moments sharing thoughts and dreams.
The shadow Z behind her shifted closer, his arms encircling her torso and his mouth brushing her neck.
Z looked hurt and uncertain. Neela raised a hand to his cheek, and their fire seemed to merge, his veins crackling beneath the white heat that flowed from her palm.
“You are a part of me as much as he is, Z. Please don’t turn away from me now. I want this. I know it may not feel right to you that I should, but it’s my right to want this.”
“He wants it too, but he denies it,” the shadow rumbled into her ear from behind. Her skin sparked beneath his touch as he drifted his hands over her shoulders and down her arms, gripping her by the elbows and forcing her forearms behind her back. The movement caused her bare breasts to push forward against Zorion’s chest. She’d tried to put on clothes, but nothing survived coming close to her skin. Nothing but these two men.
Because they were two now—as different in demeanor as night and day. Despite the difference, Zorion had to know there was no choice to be made between them. They were equally hers. She’d waited her entire life to have him, and it didn’t matter a bit that the man she’d been bound to from the start was now split into two aspects.
There was darkness in the fire that had made her live once more, just as there was light within the shadow who had shed his blood to revive her. She had no idea if they’d be able to be one again, but she would happily take them as they were, as long as they accepted that they would have to share her.
Zorion’s eyes flamed bright, his struggle real amid the power that blazed inside him. She kept her gaze fixed to his, challenging him to give into the desire. A hand slipped up the back of her head, gripped the base of her skull, and pulled back, baring her neck to the figure in front of her.
He tilted his head, his bright gaze flitting over the bared skin of her throat, hunger growing to a fever pitch as his eyes drifted over her. Then he lifted a hand and cupped her face, bending low and hovering with his mouth so close to hers she could feel his hot breath.
“We should take this somewhere more contained,” he said. “Don’t want to set the entire world on fire.”
He tilted his head to the side where Neela caught sight of flames licking across the back of a wooden chair. The table beside it was singed black already just from their proximity.
“Where?” she breathed.
“Anywhere you like.”
“Somewhere I can see the sun.”
He reached past her and clasped his hands around his shadow’s wrists. An instant later, they were in sunlight, though she had no idea where. It had been night in Australia when they left.
She blinked up at a cloudless blue sky, the bright orb of the sun beaming down upon them. They were standing on a solid stone island that appeared to be in the center of a small lake, with a waterfall crashing down into it at the far side. The island was perfectly circular, and beneath her feet was an elaborate carving that depicted a cycle of six dragons, surrounding a glowing circle that pulsed with multicolored light.
“Where are we?”
“Home,” Zorion said. “Our fire can’t damage this place.”
“Good,” she said, shivering at the sensation of cool lips brushing over her shoulder from behind. She tilted her head and they both took her invitation, one teasing his mouth across her jaw, the other biting lower down. Her arms were still pinned at her lower back, but she could feel the hot brush of skin against her fingertips and struggled, reaching for more contact with Z’s shadow.
“You want to feel my cock?” he asked, and obligingly pushed his hips against her hand. His thick length rubbed along the center of one palm, and she closed her fingers around him. She squeezed until he let out a harsh grunt into her ear, then pulled away again. “That’s all you get for now. No more touching until we say so.”
“What is this place?” she asked. Though she relished the sun streaming down above, the exposure was new to her.
“Where I was born,” Zorion said. “The Dragon Glade. And if you’re worried about us being seen, no one’s here but us. My parents and aunts and uncles are busy. We’ll join them when we’re done with you.”
She relaxed and let her head fall back on the shadow’s shoulder. He released the hold he had on her from behind and slid his arms around her waist.
“Where shall we begin?” the shadow asked. Zorion’s jaw pulsed with light, his expression still deadly serious and tight with pent-up need. Despite it being clear his darker half was fully accepting of his deviant desires, Z’s fiery side was the one calling the shots, and hadn’t fully given into the idea.
“I’m working on it,” he said, nodding toward the horizon beyond the outer edge of the pool.
Neela turned in the direction he’d indicated, where a stone staircase led up a rocky slope bordered by lush greenery. At the top, a structure was taking shape, the rocks seeming to form themselves into columns and platforms, then gradually transforming until a pavilion rested atop the hill. More shapes continued moving within as objects appeared, furniture and plants and intricate decor.
The rapid movements of the construction slowed and Zorion nodded. “Close enough,” he said. “Let’s go.”
He took her hand in his, and the three of them instantly transported to the foot of the staircase. Neela stared in awe as the finishing touches fell into place. As they ascended, the last few stones making up a wide porch settled themselves with rough thumps, and a pair of glass doors opened wide. The house … because that’s what it was, an actual house seemingly constructed out of thin air … seemed to float. Every wall was a window looking out into the sky, and above them was a skylight that took up the entire center of the roof.
The sun was high above, shining down into the center of the spacious room beneath, where there was nothing but a wide platform. Upon the platform was a contraption she couldn’t make sense of, at first. Crafted of smooth, dark stone, it resembled an alien, bird-like creature, with sturdy legs but with a concave back, its wings lying flat. The ends of the wings curled up near where its tail would be.
When they approached it, her entire body heated at the realization of what it was. Not a sculpture of a bird. It was a bizarre chair, crafted no doubt from the abstracted images drawn out of her own memories.
Zorion left her standing with his shadow and moved to the head of the contraption. The stone shifted fluidly when his hands brushed over the surface, until it looked like nothing more than a simple throne carved out of black opal.
“Have a seat,” he said.
His shadow held her hand, assisting her up the steps to the top where she turned and sat. She let her hands rest on the contoured arms, enjoying the cool stone’s smooth texture beneath her palms.
“What should I call you?” she asked the dark-eyed creature who resembled the man she loved. “I know him as Zorion … Z … But you need a name too.”
He squatted down in front of her and dark smoke coiled o
ut of his mouth, snaking its way around her wrists to bind them to the arms of the chair. More wound its way down her legs, tickling along her calves to twine around her ankles.
“I am his shadow. But I am your darkness, Neela.”
Her breathing quickened with the gentle stroking of his hands up the insides of her legs. A prismatic shift of light passed over her, and she glanced up to see Z behind her with his hands at the sides of the chair.
“Will you always be separate now? Can I never have you together?”
Z leaned down and cupped her breasts. His lips grazed her cheekbone as he brushed his thumbs over her nipples. At the same moment, his shadow’s hands pushed her thighs wider and he bent to press his lips at her core, his tongue darting out to tease between her folds.
“Tell me, would you rather have just one of us now? We can more easily fulfill those dark fantasies of yours as separate creatures than if we’re bound into one body. I just need you to promise me this is what you want.”
Beneath her back, the smooth, polished stone of the chair seemed to morph, its shape flowing and changing. The arms her wrists were bound to spread and shifted, pulling her hands above her head. The back descended, lowering her body flat, and the legs lifted, raising her feet and spreading them wide.
She inhaled sharply at the familiar position she found herself in. Her gaze fixed high above on the bright sun that shone down, then shifted to the figure that stood at her shoulders still. Her head rested at the level of Zorion’s hips, and in the daylight, he seemed made of glass, but she knew how warm and pliant his body felt, and how hard and velvet-smooth his cock was.
She licked her lip at the sight of his rigid shaft, the tip shining with a droplet of liquid fire. Then she glanced down her torso to the figure who intrigued her most, though he looked almost mundane compared to the fiery half that had rejected him.
“Will you make me yours now?” she asked. “Mark me and fuck me like you own me?” Simply speaking the words made her own newly discovered fire burn hotter. Something instinctual told her she couldn’t truly be tamed now … you couldn’t own an element as pure as fire, after all. But without their control, their love, she had a very real fear of burning too bright. Bright enough to destroy the things she loved without even trying, just like she’d managed to burn her brother when she’d been resurrected into this new creature.
The shadow half of her lover pushed her legs farther apart, and the chair morphed again to accommodate the change. He moved in between her thighs, brushing ebony knuckles over her mound and dipping one finger between her folds. Her body lit up from that single stroke.
His obsidian eyes flashed with whatever dark fire he still possessed. The piece that Zorion hadn’t taken for himself … the darkness she longed to have a taste of.
“Show us how hot you can get before you beg,” the dark half of her lover said. He pressed his thumb to her clit and rubbed, making her cry out at the sudden jolt of pleasure that shot through her body. She was spread wide, completely exposed to him, but the air and sunlight that bathed her skin only made the fire burn hotter.
Zorion’s fiery half moved from her head, trailing a hand down her breast and squeezing as he moved to stand at her feet. He crossed his arms as though he intended to observe. His cock still stood proud and hard between his thighs, that burning droplet of fluid still shining at his tip. She longed to taste it, wondering if it would burn her tongue the way it had the first time she’d tasted him, or if her new body could simply absorb all his heat.
She looked back at the shadow, who she’d begun to think of as Zil, “shadow” in her native tongue. His gaze was fixed between her thighs, where he continued slowly rubbing her clit with the pad of his thumb. Heat radiated from that point of contact, as though he’d found a faint ember at her core and sought to stoke it into a raging inferno. Her body brightened with each stroke, her thighs quivering as he brought her closer and closer to the edge of combustion.
“No, Zil, I’ll hurt you.” She bucked her hips and whined as the pulsing flood of molten heat gathered between her thighs.
“Zil, eh? Is that my name? I take it you acknowledge I am separate from him now?”
She swallowed hard and looked at them both. They were mirror images, but more like photo negatives of each other. Both men seemed to glow with increasing power the more her own heat grew. Both gazed back at her with lust blazing in their eyes, their cravings barely restrained by the constant flexing of their jaws. Zorion’s fire-veined fist clenched near his cock as though he ached to touch himself.
“You forget we are dragons, born from the union of two immortals, Neela. Your fire might be divine, but it can’t harm us,” Zorion said.
“Are you sure? Which one of you is willing to stick your cock in me to find out?”
She wasn’t lying about her worry, but the taunt came out anyway. She ached to have one of them inside her—she didn’t care which, but she felt like she was about to literally catch fire if she didn’t get relief.
Zorion let out a low-pitched growl and grabbed Zil by the shoulder, yanking him back. The shadow chuckled as he stumbled and caught his balance.
Neela didn’t care, because her lover wasted no time. He aligned his tip with her entrance and speared her to the core, every inch of his thick length sending hot friction through her body. She arched her back and cried out, rejoicing at the first shove of his cock into her tight sheathe. He leaned over her, grabbing at the contoured edge of the chair above her shoulders for leverage as he fucked her, his eyes white-hot.
“I’m already made of dragon fire, love. The same fire that you’re made of.”
“Oh god, Z. Please don’t stop.”
“Never.”
His steady, violent thrusts pushed her closer and closer to her peak. As she arched into his probing mouth, another mouth clasped over hers, and Zil plunged his tongue between her lips. He was cool and smooth, just the way she imagined a shadow might taste and feel. She drank him in, realizing for the first time how parched she was and how easily he quenched a thirst she hadn’t known she had. With each sweep of his tongue inside her mouth, her heat subsided a bit, but her pleasure continued to grow.
He pulled away and stared down into her eyes, his dark orbs as endless as the night sky.
“Let us taste your fire, Neela,” he whispered against her ear, then brushed his cool lips along the side of her throat.
“Let me taste you,” she said, the words almost a plea as she twisted her head to try to see his erection.
He glanced at his counterpart. Zorion ceased his steady thrusts just long enough to sear the shadow bindings and flip her over. Beneath her, the chair seemed to anticipate the change, its surface rising up to support her from the front, leaving a smooth, round hump where her hips remained poised. Zorion slammed back into her from behind, hard enough to make her cry out.
Zil caught her chin in one hand and caressed her jaw, sliding a thumb between her teeth. His skin was tangy-sweet, and she realized that was the thumb he’d used to stroke her earlier. He pushed the digit between her lips and she sucked it in, her mouth salivating for even more of him.
Her hands remained free and she realized she could touch him now. She reached for his hips and he grabbed her hands.
“No touching. Mouth only, love.”
He pressed her hands tight to the edge of the chair while he positioned his hips before her so that the tip of his cock brushed her lips. The musky tang of him was nothing like his counterpart. Zorion had tasted like fire and light, and his flavor had seemed to melt the second it hit her tongue. Zil was heavy, dark, earthy, and cool.
She opened for him and let him guide her head down over his solid, black length. The veins along his shaft shimmered with subtle violet color as she opened up, swallowing him inch by inch. When he let out a low groan and his hips twitched, she had to restrain herself from smiling.
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sp; Zorion’s hands were at her hips now, squeezing and yanking her back with each thrust of his cock. Every plunge sent her closer to the brink, but she didn’t care about her own climax now. She wanted nothing more than to feel them both spilling their power into her.
But it was a struggle to remain focused with Z’s relentless fucking. She let out a helpless whine around Zil’s cock as her body began to quiver on the edge of release. Zil stroked her cheek and kept thrusting into her mouth, his tip grazing the back of her throat.
“Just a little more.” He brushed a hand down her chest, and the stone support she was propped on seemed to melt away, then grew solid again just beneath her breasts. Zil dropped one hand and tweaked her nipple hard, then switched to the other, repeating the action until fire bloomed through her chest, the tingling heat pushing her to the razor’s edge.
The first tickling wave of her orgasm began at the tips of her breasts and then shot straight to her core. A whining keen erupted from her, barely audible around the still thrusting cock in her mouth.
“Take it, baby,” Zil said. “All those nights I saw you bound, I knew if only I could be there, I could make it right. I would have burned them all alive and taken you where you lay. The way he’s taking you now. Are you ready to swallow what I have to give you, adara?”
Neela had no capacity for coherent thought. She would do anything they desired. Her body reborn of dragon fire belonged to them, and always had.
She nodded as well as she could and Zil let out a harsh grunt, resting his hands on her head. His cock pulsed against her tongue and she gripped the base, holding him still while his semen shot hot and sweet down her throat.
Behind her, Zorion let out a roar, and just as her entire body seemed to burst into flames from the pleasure, his own fire flooded into her.
Zil’s shining black torso turned bright red from the fire reflected on his skin. When his climax subsided, Neela pushed back against Zorion, raising up on her knees and writhing her hips to draw the pleasure out. He wrapped hot arms around her and held her close as he continued thrusting, riding out the last little jolts of their orgasms together.
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