Page 29 of The Salvation

It reminds me their souls are alive because of me...my sacrifice, my submission. It shoots a fearful thrill of awe up my spine, an awareness of my mortality and the power that can come from it.

Oh, savage mercies, Mayce works his vines around my hips and Drago’s, forming a double helix in an infinity symbol to bind us all. And together, they pump into me, fucking me, pounding me with their battering rams of cocks.

Drago’s eyes transform into burning jewels.

And when I crane my neck to the God of Earth, the monster inside the Fae’s golden brown eyes gazes at me like he once did upon his throne.

I weep from how beautiful they are, overwhelmed by their power, their possession. The pressure reaches the near breaking point. And I’m certain it will be enough to send me rocketing into the next world.

When my tattoos swirl while flames flicker and black roses bloom from my skin, I break down and cry between them—awed because I get to share this, claim it, own it as mine.

“Like that, Tessie? Mayce fucking your filthy back hole while you take both my dragon cocks? Like being our dirty little slut and know we will have no other, no fucking other!” He throws his head back and unleashes a deep dragon growl, one that comes from somewhere beyond his essence. It is Thiago. And when he lowers his head again, those eyes are slitted to betray the full dragon gazing at me through them.

“Thiago?” I whisper, stilling.

With a beastly smile, he answers by stabbing harder, and I scream from the sensation of those cocks growing inside me and conjoining to become one, throbbing and pounding with the power of the alpha dragon God of Fire.

Mayce digs his claws into my hips, lifting them just so he can drive his Fae cock back inside me again, impaling my ass on it. My scream echoes through the chamber when I realize how his cock has grown barbs and armored ridges made of gods knows what?

They pound me, slam into me, and fuck me like the savage gods they are until I’m riding them with the pressure inside me about to unleash like a geyser. And then, they stop.

I gasp and moan because they’ve lowered both their hands, fingers capturing my slippery clit, working it back and forth.

“Quintessa,” they say.

Whole body shaking, in tremors, inner muscles on the verge of convulsing, I work through my teary vision and swing my head between them. Oh, savage mercies, they’ve never been more beautiful. Worshiping me while they eye-fuck me.

“Please...” I weakly plead.

Mayce breathes against my ear, “You belong to us.”

“You are ours,” Drago echoes.

“Our Queen.”

“Half our souls.”

“Ours,” they say again.

That’s all it takes. One breath before they jerk and thrust inside me so deep, I come. I explode. In more ways than one.

When I throw my head back against Mayce’s shoulder from the stars radiating through my vision, I somehow see past them to the burst of roses that burst their petals—only for fire to rear up and ignite them, setting them on fire.

With their members battering one another through my sensitive soaked flesh, and each of them cupping a breast with their fingers rubbing my swollen clit, a violent orgasm thunders through me. All my inner muscles convulse with the seismic activity to rival an earthquake. A torrent of molten pleasure and sizzling lightning rips through my blood and nerve endings until I’m screeching through my climax while they growl and shoot hot and thick ropes of cum to gush all over me…and the bed.

Burning rose petal embers shower down upon our heads like glitter. A spark here and there, but they don’t hurt me.

Sweat-soaked with my bones rattling from a thousand tremors, I slump, on the verge of passing out. I can’t say I fall since their hot bodies still hem me in.

“Mmm, I missed you, too,” I mumble.

AsI fade with their cocks still inside me and their heated breaths all around me, my thoughts drift to someone else I miss. I can’t fathom why I’m considering her now, other than my orgasmic-induced stupor that has led to visions or epiphanies.

If only you could see me now...Oh, Qora, where are you?

With no comprehensible answer, I pass out between my monstrous boys.

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