Page 93 of The Salvation

“Fuck, yeah, Tessie, dripping all over my dragon dicks,” Drago rumbles, kissing my brow.

Mayce is a rock-hard wall at my back, sliding in and out with ease, growing the pressure to unbelievable heights of pleasure. I moan around Kyan’s shaft, eyes widening when he vibrates it into my throat.

Drago pulls out to the halfway point, then thrusts deep, burning me deeper.

I marvel at how Merikh allows them to drive me to the near-breaking point, but he always pulls me back out to his tide, commanding my pleasure.

My nails rake Drago’s shoulders. Deep enough to scratch his scales. Mayce’s vines seem to wrench my thighs even wider, andthe vine at my clit tongues the bloated nub, stoking my nerves. And despite the cock filling my throat, bruising it, Kyan still feeds my lungs with his breath. Between the three of them, my monsters turn all my nerves into live wires.

And finally, Merikh kneels before me.

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Our quadrumvirate becomes a quintessence. The Quintessence.

MERIKH

My blood.

Her chest is still wet with it. Her hair still drips with it. And with my three brothers taking her—no longer Curse-brothers—she’s never looked more beautiful. Never more our queen.

Love the way her lips wrap around my partner’s cock as I slide mine into the sweet valley between her tits. Pert and flawlessly tipped with rose-flushed buds. Tonight, she’ll wear all of me. My blood, my cum, and my fang marks.

Her tits swinging from Drago and Mayce sheathing themselves deep into her are enough to explode my balls. But I hold the surge of blood back and rock my hips, thrusting myself between her plump, firm breasts. When she brings her hands up, pushing them together more until they cover my dick, I growl my lust and my hunger for her.

She blinks back tears, but they come anyway. I lift a thumb to wipe at one of those tears.

“Yes, give them to me, little dove. Give us everything.” I lower my lips to her ear, keeping my voice just above a whisper. “For you are everything...to us.”

I sink my fangs into her neck. Her scream is muffled by Kyan’s cock, but it quickly fades to a deep, pleasured moan, following my venom. I drink my fill, tasting the dark opiate of her blood, quenching my thirst.

But I know as well as my brothers. We will never stop hungering for her, needing her, wanting her. She is the spirit force tethering all our unworthy souls and taking us to her heaven.

And as I stoke her blood-induced delirium, pulling her into my undertow until she’s spiraling in an underwater vortex of pleasure with her eyes rolling back in her head, I chuckle darkly. Because I’ve also been holding my brothers back. And now, they know it.

I smirk as their eyes train on me, lethal and vowing retribution if I don’t end this soon. Their blood burns hot from the denial, their muscles primed, balls at their bursting point. All our magic is damn near ready to explode into such an elemental force that it could destroy the entire cemetery.

“Quintessa...” I lower my voice to the silken depth she loves, the one that triggers her pussy to cream itself every time. And I cup her cheek, stuffed with Kyan’s member, and gaze into her eyes, a lighter shade of silver to mine now. “My little dove...come.”

I unleash the blood in our systems, surging it in a five-united elemental convergence of alchemy.

Our quadrumvirate becomes a quintessence. The Quintessence.

She climaxes. Falls apart. Unraveling so beautifully like a majestic wave finding its crest before its symphonic crash. The tapestry of ink upon her skin spirals with newfound vitality,the whorls spinning with the visceral imprints of flames, storm winds, roses, and water...water forming chaotic patterns all over her body.

Kyan hilts deep in her throat.

Drago and Mayce stab their throbbing lengths, exploding their cum inside her with Mayce’s vines still tormenting her hypersensitive clit.

And with my hands cupping her breasts, thumbs rubbing those pebbled nipples, I find my release and shoot ropes of my seed all over her flushed neck, face, and breasts. The euphoria inside her is so great, it could extend past the regions of my very sea.

After a few moments, Kyan pulls out, along with Drago and Mayce, but we stay close, lingering as we study her swelling chest from her breath heaving and cleaving, those eyes turned to heady molten silver.

Her lashes flutter, eyelids softly falling lower. Now, she’s adrift. Floating on the tranquil current of that ultimate wave, bathing in the euphoric afterglow with the imprint of our souls upon hers.

“Well, will you look at that...” Drago muses with an awestruck airy chuckle.

Beyond Quintessa claiming our fourfold powers to dance upon her skin, she has discovered her own. For the first time since she entered the Waste, Quintessa has found her soul spark. And I smirk since it’s left a perma-mark upon her. In more ways than one.

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