Page 6 of My Dragon Lovers

“Okay,” I said. It was such a soft, short, simple word, and yet it was going to lead to something more fervent and more complicated. I couldn’t take it back now though, nor did I want to. My skin prickled and tingled, and my heart leapt with excitement.

I hated Aidan, but I loved him too, and I wasn’t strong enough to tear myself away from him. I wanted to feel whole again, I wanted to feel as happy and light as I had done when we were together. I could always get mad at him later.

He finally took his arms away from me as he and Brock shifted into dragons. I watched as their bodies transformed. Skin turned into hard scales, while their limbs became stumps and sharp claws protruded from their flesh. I winced, remembering the pain of shifting. It had been a while since I had experienced it myself. Great wings stretched out of their backs. There was a cracking sound as their bones adjusted. Their faces changed too, lengthening into a snout, with a row of sharp teeth shining. The eyes were the only things that remained the same, the only constant that linked the human form to the dragon form. They watched me expectantly, but I couldn’t bring myself to change.

I shook my head.

“I still don’t do that,” I said. Aidan then lowered himself to the ground. I climbed on top of him, straddling his back just where his wings met his shoulders. I clung to his neck as he ascended into the air, finding the air currents and gliding up. The ground receded below us, becoming a canvas of empty land and twinkling lights as we sought the stars. The moon was a crescent, coming and going between a veil of misty clouds. The air was sweet and cool, tugging at my hair and clothes.Aidan and Brock flew gracefully through the sky and I could feel something pulling at my soul, some instinct that was trying to break free.

It was my dragon.

She wanted out.

I pressed my lips together and resisted the urge. I closed my eyes. I pushed down harder and harder, attempting to stop whatever was happening because I couldn’t become a dragon again. I didn’t want to. I had spent my entire life trying to fight against my true nature and I wasn’t about to let it win now. I gritted my teeth and dug my nails into Aidan’s back, and eventually she went away.

I knew she would be back though. She always came back eventually.

The world passed by below us in a blur. We flew towards a mountain, the peak of which was dusted with snow, and the rest of it was dotted with thickets of trees. We came to a flat area where Aidan had built a cabin for us. It had been a place for us to escape, a place for us to be alone. It had been heaven to me. We came to a stop and I alighted from Aidan’s back, gazing at the cabin. I walked inside. The door creaked to greet me. It was the same as it had been all those years ago. The sheepskin rug lay in front of the fire. The plush couch was against the window, with a coffee table in front of it. There was even a jigsaw puzzle there that we had been in the middle of completing. It was sad in a way, to think of the life that could have continued had we not been mired in emotional turmoil. It was as though something had been interrupted here, but now it was going to be restarted.

Aidan walked in after me and fetched some matches. He lit the fire, and soon the cabin was illuminated with light. Warmth spread through the room, and I started tingling again. Here we were, hidden away from the world, just me and two dragons.

Chapter Five

Aidan

My heart thumped in my chest as I turned around and looked at her. She still had the same reservation about shifting into a dragon, but we were here, back in the place where all the magic had happened before, back in the place where I had fallen in love. That feeling had never left me, even though we had been separated for years. But back then I had been just a boy and she had been just a girl. Now I was a man and she was a woman, fully bloomed and in the full flush of maturity, and she looked glorious as the fire illuminated her. This place held many fond memories for me. It was where my life had been put on pause, where the greatest tragedy had ever befallen me, but now it could all be fixed. Everything could be on the right track again.

I walked up to her and cupped her head in my hands, kissing her again, wanting to pick up where we left off not just from the road near the bar, but also from the last time we had been here. It was hell to be parted from her lips. She yielded to my kiss once again, her body arching like a bow in my arms. A soft moan rolled out between her lips and tension bristled in my body. Our tongues met and we held each other tightly, but it wasn’t just us of course.

I turned to face Brock. He was leaning against the door, which he had closed. Kyra looked at him as well.

“I can just watch, if that makes you feel more comfortable,” he said. I tugged Kyra’s hand, leading her to the sheepskin rug. She turned to face me. I kissed her again as we sank down and began to undress her. Our hands made the familiar movements, our bodies remembering the sensations that had been etched into our soul. Our lips smacked togetheras we peeled each other’s clothes away, releasing ourselves from this cloth prison in which we had been kept. The heat from the fire licked our skin, but there was a deeper fire that burned, one of lust and passion, one that turned our insides to liquid.

I caressed her pale skin with my fingers, remembering the suppleness of it all. I kissed along her neck and collarbone, breathing in the scent of her body, allowing myself to fall into her. All the years rolled back as we gave ourselves to each other again. It was just like it had been before, the thrill of exploration, the excitement of doing something forbidden. I traced my fingers down her body, traveling over the rising curves of her breasts. When I touched her nipples there was a sharp gasp that burst out of her mouth. I remembered how sensitive she was there. I teased her a little more, feeling them harden. Her hands ran along my chest, through the forest of hair that lay across my torso, always seeking to delve deeper into my body. We leaned against each other, taking joy in this easy intimacy that had returned to us so wholly.

Our lips crashed together again as my hand drifted down her body and rested against her thigh. It burned and she squirmed as my fingers crept closer and closer to the heaven of her femininity. But then I angled her around, kissing the nape of her neck, displaying the beauty of her body to Brock. Her eyes were closed, her neck arched back as she enjoyed the pleasure and of my hands massaging her breasts. She leaned against me, glowing with arousal, but I looked up and watched the slanting smile appear on Brock’s face. It was clear he was enjoying the show, enjoying her, and I liked sharing her with him.

She turned around again and we kissed some more, before I lowered her to the floor. The fire crackled beside us, as though it too was another witness to our lust. I pressed myself against her body. She drew her legs up to wrap around me. Our fingers entwined and I could feel myself getting lost in her. I kissedher neck, and then descended down her body, leaving a trail of kisses. I moved through the valley of her breasts, taking a few moments to suck on her nipples, leaving them glistening with my tongue. Then I traveled past her navel, breathing in the scent that became spicier as I reached the delta between her thighs. She tensed and then relaxed under me, like a wave that ebbed and flowed. I kissed each of her thighs before I then lapped at the most intimate part of her body. She groaned and lay her head back as I continued to kiss her, stretching out my tongue, allowing myself to be guided by the rolling moans that poured out of her. I wrapped my arms around her legs and reached up, groping her breasts as I buried myself in her, tasting her. The sensation swam over my tongue, all hot and sweet. It was like a drug. I groaned as I fell into her more deeply, getting more and more enthused, remembering how much I enjoyed making love to her with my mouth. I loved feeling all the spasms and pulses as pleasure careened through her body, as well as the sharp moans that burst from her mouth.

But it would have been selfish of me to enjoy her myself. I rose up, my lips shining from the sweetness of her arousal. She looked at me, confused. Her skin was flushed, and panting breaths erupted from her mouth. I looked towards Brock. She followed my gaze, suddenly aware that she was naked on the floor, writhing as he had been watching this entire time. It was a silent invitation, one that he accepted.

“I guess I shouldn’t be the only one dressed,” he said, and stripped his clothes away, leaving them in a puddle on the floor. He was already hard, his erection leaving a long shadow beneath him. Kyra turned and looked at me.

“It’s okay,” I said. “The Queen of dragons always gets to have multiple lovers.”

This seemed to make things easier for her. Brock came to settle beside me. I moved aside, allowing him to give her bliss aswell. I watched as he leaned forward and kissed his way towards her, and then she was moaning again. There was something so beautiful about seeing her like this, being able to witness how good she was feeling. I moved to her face, kissing her, feeling the heat of the fire against my back. I felt every shudder that passed through her body, and when her orgasm came, it poured over her, leaving her covered in a glistening sheen of sweat.

She was even more beautiful than she had been before.

Brock traveled up her body and kissed her as well. To share her with him was thrilling. My best friend, my lover… it all felt as though it was meant to be. My heart beat fiercely as I witnessed his long body pressing into her, her yielding to his strong, rampant desire. A wide smile adorned my face as she twisted towards me and let herself be kissed by him, all the way down her neck. She reached out to me and took my hand, and used that to raise herself. She gestured to the couch. Brock and I went to sit down. Kyra crawled towards us and then sat before us, gazing at our erections. She reached out and pleasured us with her hands, stroking and squeezing. Brock and I leaned back, enjoying her artful flicks of the wrist. Her hair fell across her face like a veil. She leaned in deeper, looking up at me as she parted her lips and kissed the tip of my cock. She hung there for a moment before descending down, taking as much of me as she could. She left a shining trail of saliva as she kissed up and down my shaft, whirling her tongue around me. Then, she moved across and did the same thing to Brock, treating us as equals. Thunderous grunts slammed into the air. She looked so gorgeous when she was sucking on our cocks. She moved between us, teasing us and tormenting us by getting us so close to pleasure, and then moving to the other man. My body was tense. Every muscle was primed for what was to come and I knew it was only a matter of moments.

“Kyra…” I muttered, her name was a blessing on my lips. My chest was tight and it was all there, ready and waiting to erupt. I groaned as I reached down, brushing strands of hair away from her face. She knew it was happening. She sucked harder, deeper, longer. She sucked so much that she drained me. My body jerked and shuddered as I went apoplectic, all the pleasure rushing through me in a hot burst that exploded in her mouth. She groaned with delight as she took it all, and then she immediately moved over to Brock and did the same with him. I was already drained and delirious, but through blurred vision I watched her suck him dry as well. She was always so good at it, and the fact that Brock now understood was glorious. She leaned back, wiping away the remnants from the corner of her mouth. The fire continued to burn. She had a hand on our thighs and tilted her head.

“Well, that was fun,” she said.

God, I loved her.

Chapter Six

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