Page 28 of The Salvation

Laughter escapes my throat as I feel the evidence from under my thighs. His mouth crushing mine, hot and hungry as hell. My firestorm burns me from the inside out and turns my blood into a molten inferno. His ever-patient partner follows us to a nearby chamber—one with a bed as large as Drago’s tower suite, where he first took me, claimed me.

Much like our first time, Drago dumps me on the bed. Embers spark on his skin like erupting glitter, and I admire every part of him, from those honed boulder-like muscles and the way he shoves down his breeches, making my mouth water at the sight of his dragon members.

Unpredictable and all-consuming as usual, Drago takes advantage of my momentary stupor, distracted by his raging cocks of scales and ridges and pins me beneath him. “Mayce,” he growls. Before I can blink, the God of Earth has bound my hands above my head with his vines, securing them to the bedframe.

“Mmm...” I moan as Drago’s teeth and tongue sweep along my throat. “You’ve missed me.”

“We missed you for an eternity before you came into our lives, Quintessa,” Mayce remarks while shedding his robes and shifting my body to take his place beneath me.

Hungry and greedy, I grind against Drago, marveling at how I possibly have the energy after everything. I give credit to the Sea of Bones, that healing elixir.

“Fuck!” Drago says while rubbing my slick folds. “She’s wet. Already so damn soaked for me, my dirty good girl. Forus,” he corrects after Mayce makes a disgruntled sound.

“Oh, gods!” I moan when the Fae works his finger into my slit to collect my cream before plunging it into my dark hole. His tongue and teeth sweep and nip along the side of my neck as he fucks my anus with that finger, preparing me for his substantial cock.

Drago flicks my swollen nub with his thumb, and I jerk my hips up, bucking and begging, “Drago, oh fuck, please!”

A lick of blazing fire hits the place between my legs, and I shriek from the knowledge of how he’s just slammed his hand down on my pussy. The sound is wet, and the shock, like a burst of white-hot flame, is so extreme and intense, I’m writhing my hips, desperate for more.

“Ahh, there she is,” he purrs, so dark and masculine, heating my veins even more. “Our little pain slut of a queen.”

He strikes my pussy again until it’s rosy pink and puffy and dripping to soak his palm. Each slam of his hand hits myengorged clit in just the right way. Reduced to nothing but that dragon’s slut ready to commit suicide by sacrifice.

“Now, sweet pet...” He fists my hair and yanks me until my neck arches, the muscles straining from how I’m bound. “We are in the bedroom. You will address us properly.”

I gasp against his mouth, not daring to look away from those deep emerald eyes, orbs alight with his flames. Smoke curls off his skin in a precursor. And Mayce’s hot breath rides my neck with two fingers now sliding into my backside, increasing the pressure. When they both take me and fill me with all that mad, wild, hot pressure, I’m certain I’ll explode like magma from a crater.

When I hesitate, Mayce grows extensions from those vines binding me. One lash against my breasts has me crying out from the delicious torture. They lick and slap at my tits, each one a strike of flawless precision to target the pebbled nipples...until they are engorged.

Both Kings work together. From Drago striking my pussy and stoking fire into my blood to Mayce fucking my ass and lashing my tits.

“We didn’t hear you, Tessie.” Drago pauses his palm hovering above my burning cunt.

Breath heaving and cleaving, hot tears streaming down my cheeks, I nod and croak, “Master Drago. Master Mayce. My monstrous Masters! Please...”

“What do you want, sweet Rose?” Mayce growls low, his other hand cupping my breast, and...he adds another finger.

My whole back arches, my muscles scream from the vines binding me, and I shriek, “I want you! Both of you. Fucking me. At the same time. Allthreeof your cocks.”

First, Drago stabs three scaled fingers inside all my soaked heat, rough texture chafing me with such wonderful friction. My inner muscles tighten, but those three thick fingers are nowherenear enough. Mayce delivers his own torture, plucking my sore nipples, alternating with his vines tugging and tickling each with extensions as thin and fine as antennae.

All my skin grows hot. And sweat trickles down the sides of my face.

When Drago parts my wet lips with his other hand and dives between my legs to lick my distended clit, I keen high, wailing through the orgasm spiraling through me. No power in me to hold back, thanks to his coarse, hot dragon tongue licking me, tasting me, drinking from me. The pressure of their fingers fucking me from each end and that dragon tongue intensify the orgasm. It rips through my veins like a rush of firecrackers. A taste of the storm to come.

Before my release even ends, they remove their fingers and replace them. The pressure splinters through me as their cocks stretch me. Scaled, impossibly thick, and rigid, and doubled to cram my pussy at my front. Massive, fat, and hard and heavy at my backside. Burning and stretching and swelling my flesh at each end.

Again, I am struck to my half-soul by the recognition of my power. Of a human girl taking two gods...and three cocks.

“Burning, bleeding gods!” I whimper, rolling my hips, loving every scorching moment, ready to combust.

“That’s our dirty girl. Ride us. Fuck us like our sweet, filthy slut...fuck, pet, such a good girl taking my cocks and squeezing like a goddamn vice!” Flames erupt along his arms, licking their way out of his tattoos while Mayce’s power bursts roses all over the room.

Fuck, I love my monstrous boys so much!

“Strangling my cock with that sweet ass of yours,” the Fae god coos in my ear with his vines now plumping my breasts and working their beautiful torture on my nipples. Drago helps himself to a mouthful, tonguing my nipple and rumbling hisappreciation to resonate in my chest. Stirring my lust like a cauldron boiling in my blood.

Drago flares his scales inside me, and I wail and sob from the sensation of how they rake my insides, stinging me like flaming nettles with the thickening pain. Pain, I love. Pain, I demand because it reminds me I’m alive. I’m here with them. Not bound to the same numb existence.

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