Page 18 of Dragon Awakened

But the image comes to me--Storm hovering over me, feeding me his cock as I ride Malik and Rafe and stroke off Jianyu--

I come in a crushing wave, wetness flooding the place where Rafe is fucking me rough and raw.

"Fuck yes," Rafe moans, "fuck, so good--so perfect for us--"

And that seems impossible, but who am I to fight it at this point?

The gods gave me an impossible destiny, but they also gave me these men, and if they're perfect for me, then I must be perfect for them, and I won't fight it. I won't doubt it. Not anymore.

As I hurtle toward yet another orgasm, I strain against Malik's grip, wanting to fold my legs around Rafe and tug him even deeper inside, but Malik's hold is firm. I let out a whine, and Rafe silences me with his kiss.

And then he's shoving himself into me harder and faster. It hurts, and it feels so good, and I'm teetering on the edge...

"Ember," Rafe growls. Hot come erupts inside me, and that's all I need. I hurtle off into oblivion once more, utterly wrung out.

But not done.

"Malik." I can feel his need against my back, and I can feel it in my bond.

"Beloved," he rasps.

Rafe shudders and lets loose the last jet of his seed. "Okay, okay..."

Panting, Rafe pulls himself away from me, and we're all soaked in sweat, exhausted. My pussy cries out as he slips free. I'm gaping and open, fucked-out in the extreme. Thick gobs of come leak out of me, but I need more.

"Malik," I whimper again.

"I've got you," he promises, and he unhooks his legs from under mine.

I whine, my hips sore from being held open, my legs jelly from coming so many times. But limp and wrung out as I am, I allow myself to be moved. Malik gets me on my knees, straddling him, my back still to his front. He lifts me, and more come gushes down my thighs.

And then he's lowering me down onto his enormous cock.

I scream as I sink over him. The angle is different, and he hits this place so deep within me, so good and so perfect.

"Yes, yes," he babbles, coaxing me into a rhythm.

As I ride him, my breasts bounce. My thighs burn, but I push myself to fuck myself on his cock at a punishing pace.

"You're a miracle," Jianyu says, voice full of awe.

And he's right there--Rafe is, too. They're both watching me, and I feel so deliciously exposed. I look down, and there's no artifice at all. My wet, pink pussy is dripping come all over the thick, dark umber of Malik's fat cock as it disappears inside of me over and over again.

I groan, wanton and in absolute ecstasy. Malik rocks his hips, and he presses his thumb to my swollen clit, and I can't hold on. I'm being torn apart, pushed to my limit, and yet I'm still not done.

Next time, there will be more. Another man, another cock, and I feel like a goddess. I never thought it could be like this--never imagined--

"Love this," I pant, breathless and ready to shatter yet again. "Love--" And the words are right there; why should I hold them back? I reach behind myself for Malik, and his hand grasps mine. My gaze connects with Rafe's and with Jianyu's, and our connection ignites.

Fire and molten rock and cool water rush within me, all coming to a boil.

"Love you," I cry out, and then I'm falling, tumbling. Orgasm blanks my vision.

Malik grunts and holds me closer, and his cock kicks within me. I tremble at the wet pulses of his orgasm as he empties himself into my pussy.

Hot hands catch me from all sides, and Rafe's mouth is on mine.

"Mate," he says, and is he crying? His voice shakes, and he kisses me and kisses me. "My own, I love you--"

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