“Wilfred Swan, your forefather,” Lachlan said, leaning against the altar, with his arms folded as he spoke, his eyes solely on Alexandria’s dripping breasts. “Meet our forefather of Dragons Peak, Aldous one night. Got him so drunk that he signed the Dragons Peak family out of The Console and nominated Swan House. To further secure his place as one of the four main families, Swan had also said he had procured a verbal agreement with Dragons Peak, and they had agreed to supply their seed every hundred years to strengthen their bloodline.
“Aldous would have come to his senses if given a chance and reversed the agreements, but then Wilfred Swan killed Aldous in cold blood and the decree stood.
“And that’s how Swan House started its reign of terror on anyone with Dragon blood, hunting that down for the seed, so Swan House could prosper. Bunch of weak bastards,” Lachlan said without much conviction.
Slade started to come toward her. She almost broke her neck trying to see what he was going to do to her. She froze when he bent his knees and lowered himself behind her.
The smell of her incense, beautiful and smokey, lingered in the air around her.
“If you move, you will get burned,” Slade said. At first, she had no idea what he meant, until the smell of fabric burning mingled with the incense and cool breeze whispered over her bare skin.
She didn’t breathe. Clutched her fists so tight, that she may have stopped her blood supply. The thought of getting burned scared her and yet fresh wetness seeped from her pussy.
Her body became entranced under Slade’s dangerous touch as he burned the silk off the dress off her body, all in one straight line. The more of her body he exposed to the air, the more her clit throbbed, her nerves pulsed, her mind melted.
He’d burned her dress right off her body. There were moments when she had felt the spark of fire against her skin, wondering if there’d be a tiny burn there and it had exhilarated her beyond reason.
She sucked in a breath when Slade did the same to her silk panties. Her pussy had pulsed involuntarily, and her thighs were now wet too.
Embarrassment scaled her cheeks, at her nakedness, and yet these men had been inside her, had made her come, had emptied their essences inside her.
But there was something different about this time. And she couldn’t tell if they enjoyed touching her or if it was only out of revenge.
To the side of her, Slade dipped the butt plug into a bowl of sweet-smelling oil. She renewed her efforts to escape and failed.
With the help of Lachlan, they parted her most private area, poured more of the oil into her, and then Slade slowly started to penetrate her with the plug. She screamed and cried and asked them if they were crazy as they sting of being stretched there of all places wrecked her.
She was a quivering mess, sobbing as Slade slid the whole thing inside her. She hated everything about it but mostly she hated how wet she had become. She hated too that her breasts throbbed so much, she couldn’t think straight.
While she tried to get her breathing under control, humiliation rampant all around her, Cian picked up the chalice that she had filled unwittingly with her breast milk. He then placed the chalice over the fire, warming it before he took a sip and passed it onto Lachlan, who took his share, and then Slade, his. The had been her milk they had been drinking.
Oh dear god help her.
The chalice was passed back to Cian who tossed the remainder into the fire.
“Now that the lords of the dragons had their first sip, the feast can begin,” Lachlan said, reading from a scroll, so delicate the paper looked like it would disintegrate.
Cian untied her. Slade immediately wrapped his arm around her waist and a hand around her throat.
“Now we feast on our virgin,” Lachlan said again.
Clouds swam around her; her feet no longer touched the floor. Her body wasn’t her own anymore. It belonged to them.
Her back arched as they took hold of her breasts and sucked on her nipples, drawing out her milk until it dripped down their chins. But the relief lasted too short.
They picked her up and placed her on the luxurious soft cushion, standing around her as they gazed at her pussy, forcing her to keep her legs open for them.
Alexandria didn’t know what to do. Which dimension she was on? Nothing mattered anymore except their touch. They sucked her breasts, filling their mouth with her milk, and then poured it over her clit before sucking on her. Her world exploded. Their mouths were as hot as fire, as fierce. She clutched onto nothing as she came, over and over again. Her orgasms riding the line between pain and pleasure, and it had everything to do with the plug inside her.
Her head twirled with a thousand different colors, as they ate from her. Every part of her. They covered her body with her milk and her cum and then they licked it off. She lost track of time, of the number of orgasms she’d had.
But her body tensed when she felt them line their cocks to her.
“You’re ours, Alexandria,” each one of them said as they penetrated her. Her body had remembered exactly what they had felt like before.
“You’ll take our seed, and you’ll give baby dragons.”
Yes, she whispered in her heart, because her mind wouldn’t understand the hold these men, strangers really had on her.