Wyoming Dynasty (American Dragons Book 10)

by Aaron Crash

  Right then, Steven wanted to throw the entire stupid petition process out the window. Hwedo was coming alive with them, relaxing into her true self, and he wanted to nurture that. She was one more troubled woman looking for a home. He could provide her with one, and it came with some pretty wonderful fringe benefits.

  “Are you certain?” Hwedo asked.

  “Very sure,” Quinn said, her eyes smoldering.

  The Malian dragon surprised them all by shifting into her partial form, shredding through her red dress. She towered over them as a purple Homo Draconis, the candlelight flickering off her scales.

  She seized Quinn, roared, and dragged the elf queen out onto the balcony. Plates fell and broke, chairs were overturned, and Aria shifted as well, racing after them.

  Steven was thoroughly baffled.

  Tessa, though, seemed to understand everything. She grinned. “I think Hwedo might have a kink we’ve not see before. This is gonna be awesome!”

  Quinn’s voice filled Steven’s mind. Give us a minute. I will tell you when it is time to come. I will tell you what Hwedo likes.

  Chapter Nineteen

  QUINNESTRI LOVED THE heat in the purple dragon woman’s eyes. Hwedo enjoyed being the dominant one, especially as a Homo Draconis, and ironically enough, the opposite was also true.

  Hwedo dragged Quinn into the master bedroom’s bathroom.

  “Turn on the water, elf!” Hwedo ordered. “Get the water hot, very hot, and then come to me.”

  Quinn turned on the faucets and hot water gushed into the huge marble bathtub—it could easily fit three people, four if you got creative.

  She went to face Hwedo, who filled most of the room, her forked tongue flickering out of her mouth. Heat rolled off the dragon woman, making Quinn sweat. She was looking forward to this rough sex after reading about Lyra, Alpheros, and the unlucky number... the wanderer... the lost king. Everything she had read troubled her a great deal, and she found herself hating Sepho Ckarth and his Burning Truth. If he weren’t already dead, Quinn would’ve wanted to kill him. The books she’d read referenced volumes she knew were lost forever. She was also frustrated with herself. If only she could remember more.

  The elf queen wanted to lose herself in Dragonsoul passion for a while.

  Hwedo’s claws turned into blinding torches of brilliant light. The Malian dragon used IonClaws to cut through the elf queen’s clothes, and then Quinn was naked before the great purple beast.

  Hwedo’s eyes drank in the elf’s curves and her tongue licked her chops again.

  “Nice, Quinnestri,” she hissed. “Now, turn around.”

  Quinn turned and leaned against the bathtub full of steaming water. She closed the tap. The entire bathroom was so hot, and there were candles flickering. When were those lit? Quinn wasn’t sure... she was having trouble thinking. Her skin tingled, her heart pounded, and breathing was hard in the oppressive heat.

  And yet, here she was, with her ass in the air, and she knew what Hwedo wanted. Quinn widened her stance, spread herself, and showed the dragon woman everything.

  Hwedo’s claws had shifted back to fingers. She caressed the back of Quinn’s thighs, tickled her heart-shaped backside, and lightly pinched her hips.

  “Please,” Quinn whispered, knowing this would turn the Malian dragon on even more. “Please, touch me.”

  “I am touching you,” Hwedo growled.

  “No, touch my sex.” Quinn wiggled herself back, trying to get contact with the dragon woman’s scales, or anything at all. She’d been playing out a scene for Hwedo, pretending, but that had changed, and now, the elf queen felt like she was drowning in her lust.

  She could be saved if only Hwedo would touch her right where she needed it the most.

  But the dragon didn’t just touch her, she got behind Quinn, who had her hands in the steaming water of the bathtub.

  A tongue found her sensitive skin, and Hwedo licked her, as a dragon, up and down, all around, until the elf couldn’t hold back.

  The dragon’s breath was so hot on her, and the feel of her scales, and that long searching tongue, all of it drove Quinnestri right over into one of the most intense orgasms of her life. She felt Animus radiating out of her core, and at the same time, she felt a bit of life energy return to her.

  Quinnestri might be lost and confused, but she was also alive, brimming with life and love, and she knew she’d find her path. She would find a home. And that seemed to be in the chaos and caresses of Steven and his Escort.

  “Oh, you are so powerful!” Hwedo gasped. “I felt that in every part of me! You are a nasty one.” The purple dragon woman shifted human. She grabbed Quinn and forced her into the bath. Water sloshed over the sides.

  Quinn looked up at the dark-skinned woman with her wild hair and her face so beautiful above the swell of her breasts.

  “It’s my turn now, elf. It’s my turn to come. You got your Animus, and I want mine.”

  Hwedo stood above Quinn, petting her blonde hair, touching her pointed ears, caressing her face. The Malian woman then lowered her slit to the elf queen’s hungry lips.

  Hwedo was gentle at first, but soon enough, she was grinding herself on Quinn’s face, gripping her hair, and guiding the elf right to where it felt the best.

  The elf felt ravished. All of her senses were filled with this woman’s sex. She loved pleasing this strong woman, this dragon who loved to be in control, loved to dominate others, until it was time for her to be dominated.

  Hwedo came, gasping, whimpering, clutching Quinn’s head, until she collapsed into the water, and the two women held each other. Again, Animus exploded out of each of them. They would get most of the life-giving force, but Quinn knew they were also powering the Icharaam generator in the Aerie.

  “Oh, it’s been so long.” The Malian woman sighed happily. “How did you know I like those things?”

  Quinn kissed her softly, gently. “After a lifetime of living with the sexual desires of a world, I can sense the perversions of others.”

  “I am perverted,” Hwedo said, dropping her eyes. “Rahaab perverted me. He only liked sex as a dragon, and so, I begin sex in my other forms, but turn human for the act, because my skin is so much more sensitive than my scales.”

  Quinn twirled a finger into one of Hwedo’s curls, feeling how soft they were. She looked into the Malian woman’s eyes. “You like what you like, and that is the wild nature of sex. At times, what we do and who we are shocks us, and yet, if no one is hurt, if all agree to the games, there is no harm. You are special, Hwedo, to be able to switch from domination to submission. I accept you as you are, Hwedo Sata. Others will as well.”

  Hwedo closed her eyes and smiled. “I never thought I would ever have love like this. I like this gentle interlude.” Those eyes opened. “But now? I want it hard. Can you be hard with me?”

  “Not how you like it,” Quinn said. She reached out to Steven, Aria, and Tessa to let them know exactly what they needed to do.

  They didn’t come in alone. Sabina had arrived, which was surprising and yet, lovely. The Latina was both a Magician and a Dragonskin. She came into the bathroom, a slender green Homo Draconis with a white tail. “Get out of that bath, Hwedo! Get out now!”

  Aria had come into the bathroom with Sabina. The Indian woman was also in her partial form, a dark red lizard woman, smelling of musky cinnamon. Steven followed, his scales midnight, bigger than both of his wives. They all crowded into the bathroom, cracking cabinets, ripping light fixtures off the wall, and breaking mirrors.

  Hwedo rose up. “You won’t tell me what to do!”

  Sabina knew what Hwedo wanted. She seized the Malian dragon with a claw, careful not to cut her or break the skin. Aria grabbed her other arm and held her as Steven came forward. Combined with the steam of the bath, the heat of all those dragons in the room was almost stifling. Rivulets of sweat dripped down Quinn and Hwedo.

  “What are you going to do with me?” Hwedo asked in a haughty voice.

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sp; “Whatever we want,” Steven growled.

  And Hwedo let out a moan of pleasure.

  Quinn was in the bathtub with the Malian woman. She reached and slid a finger into Hwedo’s slit. “This slut is ready, Steven. Aria and Sabina can hold her down, and you can have your way with her.”

  “Yes!” Hwedo gasped. “Yes, hold me down and fuck me. Yes! That’s what I want!”

  Steven shifted human, and he was very naked, and very ready. He splashed into the bathtub and then he was in the woman, kissing her, ramming himself into her over and over.

  All the while, Sabina gripped Hwedo’s left arm, and Aria had her right arm. Those two looked like demons, so big, so alien, making sure the horny woman couldn’t move as Steven’s movements grew more and more urgent.

  He was sucking on Hwedo’s neck as the Malian woman turned to Quinn.

  The elf knew it wasn’t time to be gentle yet. She pushed her face into Hwedo’s and pushed her tongue into her mouth. The woman was getting it from either end, from Steven, in her sex, thrusting harder and harder, and from Quinnestri, who had her tongue in the Malian woman’s mouth.

  Hwedo tried to wrestle her arms away. She tried to push herself up. She struggled and struggled, and every time she met resistance, she liked it more. Quinn was there, feeling Hwedo’s truth, and if it went too far, the elf would end things. It was the safest possible way to engage in the kink.

  And then Steven’s energy filled the room, his Animus swirling around them all, so much, so powerful—that amazing Drokharis energy that had changed worlds seemed infinite. It was all going out to them, but into Hwedo, most of all.

  Steven’s orgasms triggered Hwedo’s own ecstasy, and more Animus leaked into them all and into the IEG in the utility closet down the hall.

  Tessa stood at the door of the bathroom, watching with wide eyes filled with arousal. She was naked. Those tattoos made her look so exotic, a painted woman with passion and stories. Quinn knew the night was just beginning, and with Sabina around, things were bound to escalate well beyond Hwedo’s relatively common perversions.

  “Don’t come in, Tessa,” Quinn warned. “There’s glass on the floor.”

  The barista laughed. “You know it’s a party if there’s broken glass. I’ll be on the bed. I hope you guys don’t take too long.”

  Quinn’s attention returned back to Hwedo, who was still being held by the dragon women as she kissed Steven. The two were gentle now, loving, and the elf queen knew it was time for them to be kind to the Malian woman. Aftercare was an important part of the game they’d just played.

  “You can let go of her,” Quinn said to the Homo Draconi. “Perhaps we should go attend to Tessa in the other room.”

  Sabina sniffed flames. “It feels so good to be out and trying new things. Gracias, Hwedo, for being who you are.” The Latina slithered out of the bathroom.

  Aria used far fewer words to show her appreciation. She went to Hwedo and licked the woman’s face with a long tongue, and then she too left.

  The Malian woman touched her cheek and then looked at her fingers. “What is this stuff?”

  “Morta,” Steven answered.

  A little shiver went through Quinnestri. She remembered her time before, during Christmas, when she’d played a bit with the women who had Morta cores. She wanted more of that because a part of her was as thrilled by the evil as she was shocked.

  And for Quinnestri of Aqualyra to be shocked? How new and novel!

  “I will let you two be alone for a time,” the elf queen said. “But we will be waiting for you on the bed.” She used her Soul magic to float over the broken glass on the floor and into the other room, where she saw a lovely picture.

  More candles flickered, giving the room a soft light. There, on the bed, lay Sabina, both her breasts and belly bigger from being a new mother. And yet, she was just as gorgeous, and her sex was open and ready.

  Aria was human, naked, and attending to one of Sabina’s breasts while Tessa sucked on the other.

  Sabina’s eyes were half-closed as she whispered, “Come, Quinnestri, I like to touch your ears while you lick me.”

  “I know you do,” Quinnestri said. “I know you do.”

  Perhaps living with Steven and his Escort, having sex all day every day, would be the perfect way for an elf queen to live out the rest of her days. She might not get much done, but she would find such joy in the magic of their love.

  STEVEN SAT IN THE HOT water, cuddling with Hwedo and listening to the moans of ecstasy in the other room. Sabina showed up right when the sex had started. That wasn’t an accident because the Latina Magician could see into the future. That certainly gave her a knack for punctuality.

  Hwedo laced her fingers into Steven’s. “I know that I am not your wife, and I will not hold you to any vows. You know, it’s funny, but I have only thought of you as my enemy. You never saw me like that, did you?”

  Steven realized that from day one, he’d only ever seen Hwedo as a tragic woman rather than any kind of threat. Telling her that wouldn’t go over well, however. She hid her insecurity behind her pride, and for now, he had to honor that. She’d learn, though, that a sense of humor beat arrogance any day of the week.

  He raised her hand and kissed it. She was wearing the freedom ring. The sex they’d had was real—she wanted him for him and not because of any Dragonlord magic.

  Hwedo frowned and grumped, “You are taking too long to answer!”

  “Sorry. Just thinking.” He chuckled. “You know, I never wanted enemies, and yet, I’ve had my fair share. When I first started out, you bet I would try and kill anyone who tried to kill me. As we went on, though, I saw the wives of these Dragonlords more as soldiers, serving deranged generals, than enemies. Most of the time, when I killed the Prime, the wives would be relieved. They would want to join me. And so, during our battles, we tried to spare the wives. In theory anyway.”

  Someone let out a blissful yell in the other room, and there was the definite sound of smacking. Someone was getting spanked.

  Hwedo turned around to straddle him. She gazed into his eyes. He had to force his eyes off her dangling breasts to look at her face. She was clearly bewildered.

  “You tried to spare the wives of your enemies?” she asked.

  “We tried,” Steven said. “We needed every dragon for the Zothoric Wars. Tessa, though, had a hard time stopping herself. She’s a descendant of the Dragon Slayer.”

  Hwedo tilted her head, eyes narrowed in disbelief. “I heard stories of the Dragon Slayer. So, when I appeared, you saw me as a soldier.”

  He nodded. “I did.”

  The Malian woman’s eyes dropped as she went far away into herself. “I was not a soldier. I was one of Rahaab’s wives, the last of the Alpheros. Yes, he thought we were lesser creatures, but regardless, I won that position by being strong, cunning, and unmerciful.”

  “Your story,” Steven said. He recalled that the secret to Hwedo staying with them was her history.

  Hwedo nodded. “It all came easy to me, the Veneficium, Transformatio, Pugna, and Exhalants. I was like you, Steven Drokharis. I learned in days what it took others years to master. No other Primes tried to usurp my father because he had me. I was his weapon. If we’d wanted, we could’ve wiped out the entire continent, but my father was a peaceful man, and he was happy with his wives, all one hundred of them. I had so many mothers, so much love, and I thought I was better than everyone else.”

  She sighed. “When Rahaab came to my father, asking for my hand, of course he said yes. The Alpheros was a hidden legend, a great presence, our honored ancestor. And Rahaab was older, but handsome, and I was drawn to him, to his power. To be singled out by a legend? How could I say no? I knew I would love him forever. What I didn’t know was that he didn’t deserve that love.” Her jaw muscles clenched.

  Steven saw her tragic fall from arrogant, beautiful woman to tragic, abused wife. “You thought it was happily ever after.”

  The Malian woman nodded. �
��We weren’t the Trinity of Death when I started. Shamhat was with him, as was Bolour, but there were five of us. Rahaab told us he would only keep the best three, and so I killed the other two. My sisters.” Her voice fell away. Her face lost some of its color. “I had to win. I had to be the best. I was always the best, and who was I if I were not the wife of the most powerful dragon on Earth? And not just a dragon, but an Alpheros.”

  Hwedo’s face crumpled. She fought her tears and won. “I killed them in combat. And yet, they were my friends. Today, with Aria, I remembered that, and part of me wondered if she would kill me. When her sticky lightning splashed over my shield and I fell, I thought that perhaps it was justice.” She lowered her head.

  Steven remembered the flash of fear in her eyes. He’d thought she’d just been surprised by the new Exhalant, but no, it had been far worse than that.

  “To be honest,” Hwedo said, “I wasn’t the best. Shamhat was bigger, and Bolour was armored with her crystals. Still, I was one of the Trinity of Death. I found solace in that.”

  Steven put a finger under her chin and lifted her face. “If you join my Escort, we’re a team, a family. I’m sorry for what you went through, but for us, being strong together is more important than being strong alone.”

  She grinned at him. “Easy for you to say. You’re the best. You have mastered the ways of the Alpheros as well as your strange Morta magic.”

  “You know what I mean,” he said.

  She sighed and moved forward, to cradle his head against her bare breasts. She stroked his hair. “I served my father. I served Rahaab, and now, you say things are different, and I don’t have to serve anyone. I could become a Prime myself, on another world, and I could have a harem of my own. And yet, I would miss having a man around, a man’s way, a man’s scent, a man’s prick.”

  She moved down and kissed his cheek. She shifted her body, and he felt the rough hair lining her sex tickle his shaft. She pressed harder down on him and moved herself back and forth. The water was still hot and lovely, comfortable, but Hwedo’s skin was hotter.