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“Is like Drisk’s,” he finishes in an amused voice as his hand goes to the hard length and gives it a slow stroke. “Yes. It is. It is because the orcs of the Cold Mountains have blended our genetics so much with the wyverns over the ages that those who are bound as gathols not only need each other to reproduce, as the seed from both males is required, but this is also a characteristic we share. There are very few males in the mountains who do not have it due.”

My brows knit together in confusion and I open my mouth to voice my question, but Daghel’s raspy chuckle fills the room, interrupting me.

“Questions can be answered later,” he rumbles. “All you need know at this moment that no progeny will come without your permission… Wyverns have excellent control of when and where they will breed. Tonight is all about you, and I believe you wished to begin with a demonstration.”

I nod, since my tongue is suddenly glued to the roof of my mouth as he whispers tantalizingly to me. It seems almost lurid. When has any male ever performed for me? I have heard of paid professionals in Zyl’s red district, but I had never set foot inside such a place. Despite our profession, courtesans must work even harder to keep our reputation intact, and places like the red district were always strictly forbidden by Madrina.

The small gesture seems to be enough for Daghel, however, because he inclines his head and ambles toward the bed. Drisk kneads the furs expectantly, his croon reaching a deeper pitch as Daghel vaults on to the bed. His bare body barely brushes the furs when Drisk moves lightning fast to scoop him up with one clawed hand to drag him down toward his hindquarters.

“Not so fast that she cannot see,” Daghel growls, and I watch as Drisk’s chest expands with a deep breath and the wyvern calms himself enough to slowly and carefully position the orc in front of his engorged and weeping tip.

Heat flows through me and my belly clenches, sending a pulse straight down to my cunt. Drisk’s slickened sex slides back and forth along Daghel’s muscular ass, thoroughly lubricating him with his dripping essence with every pass until notching the tip and pressing slowly inward. My angle does not allow me to see the way Daghel’s ass is stretching around his hot girth, but I can well imagine as I’ve had more than one man on his hands and knees in front of me while I’ve worked an artificial phallusin and out of his clenching, puckered ass. Daghel is making the same whining sound, but it is a low treble that echoes through the bedchamber as Drisk fills him.

A small pant escapes me, and I take a step forward, drawing Drisk’s bright eyes to me.

“Approach and see,”he invites, and I do not hesitate to close the distance between us.

I strangle on a moan as I find a spot that gives me a perfect view of Drisk’s thick, inhuman cock stretching the tight, clasping ring of Daghel’s hole. It grips and sucks upon the cock furiously as Drisk’s pelvis rocks back before slowly driving forward again, plunging to the hilt. I watch for several minutes in fascination, desire kindling and burning low within me as I imagine my cunt likewise stretched around him as I moan with the fullness and burn of it. But I’m also imagining Daghel helpless to my control, his cock engorged and leaking as it is now with every thrust from Drisk, but in my imagination I am the one to play with him. I pant as Drisk’s pace picks up and the wet slapping sounds fill the air. Licking my lips, I move away just enough to climb onto the bed just in front of Daghel to give me the most exquisite view of his desire.

The sight of his engorged cock hangs between his thighs, jerking and leaking, is a fine thing—even a little shocking giving that its girth and length more than rivals the wyvern’s which would normally give me pause if I were thinking clearly—but I love the view of Daghel’s face the most, his lips twisting in a grimace of pleasure and pain as I kneel in front of him. His dark eyes are hazy and drugged with pleasure as he peers up at me. Smiling down at him, I run one hand down the side of his face, tracing the strained muscles and the perfection of its structure with my fingertips.

“How pretty you are,” I murmur. “No squealing. No begging. Just raw sensation. You are so glorious riding it as Drisk pierces you with his huge prick.”

Heat flashes within the depths of his eyes, burning away much of the haze as his lips tilt into a grin.

“Do you like it so?” he rasps and then grunts as his body jerks and rocks with a sudden hard thrust from Drisk.

“So very much,” I assure him.

His grin widens and then suddenly he grips my arm and yanks me forward as he draws up onto his knees. Drisk makes a thrumming sound as he immediately adjusts his angle in response until Daghel is upright and I’m resting flush against his broad chest. I can practically feel Drisk’s vibration and every thrust rocking through him as he holds me close, accustoming me to the wyvern’s natural rhythm and the heat pouring off him.

Daghel’s dark growl fills my ears, and I gasp as I’m bent backward over his arm. Despite being rutted by the wyvern, he takes complete control as his hot tongue strokes a path down to my breasts. His tusks press in as his mouth encloses over my breast, drawing my nipples and half the breast itself into its wet heat. The pull there sends a hot trail down to my belly as he sucks on it and bathes my nipple with the whorl of his hot tongue with every tug. I shiver in reaction and then jerk with an explosion of pleasure-pain as his claws score my buttocks. He shakes against me as he curls my legs slowly one by one over his hips, his mouth and claws creating a tapestry of ecstasy over me. I’m certain that his teeth are piercing and scraping the sensitive flesh of my breasts as well, but the sensations mingle in a vortex as he transfers his attention from one breast to the other and back again until my cunt is a mess of dripping heat to welcome his cock as it glides along my folds.

Drisk’s hum grows louder, vibrating through us, entwining us together as Daghel’s bumpy tip with its odd hard little knobpresses forward and begins to split me exquisitely upon it. His claws bite deeper as he sinks into me, drawing hot trickles of blood to run like delicate ribbons over my skin. I shake in ecstasy and sigh when his cock is fully sheathed, pressing tightly against my womb. He shudders within me, and I feel the first tiny spurt bathing my insides before he begins to shuttle in and out of me as if operated by the fingers of the cleverest of weavers. Tighter and tighter he spins and knots the threads of my pleasure as he begins to fuck me in earnest, his cock driving into me over and over until it finally surges forward and holds in place, spewing his release in a hot flood bursting within me.

My back arches and I cry out at the sensation, his cum a couple degrees hotter than that of men, so that I feel every stream of it hitting the mouth of my womb. His mouth covers mine, swallowing my scream as he continues to rock his release within me as Drisk grunts deeply and shakes with his own climax over Daghel. We vibrate together in bliss, and I feel the dark web of Drisk’s wing close around me.

“Give me a minute,” I pant, “and I will take Drisk.”

Daghel chuckles as Drisk’s click of laughter fills the chamber.

“And when you are well prepared and are ready to take both of us together, we will finally be one,”the wyvern promises in a dark whisper that sends an entirely different sort of shiver through me with the strange weight of meaning left unsaid and obscured within his words.

Chapter

Fourteen

DAGHEL

Excitement hums through me as I adjust my position on the bed and slide out from beneath Drisk. Anya has not yet moved from where she has collapsed on the bed, and the sight of her sprawled there floods my chest with adoration. So beautiful. Leaning forward, I palm the side of her head, my thumb lovingly stroking the soft skin of her cheek. Her eyes slowly open, revealing glorious blue depths that rival the purity of the winter skies. My breath is stolen for a moment and my chest expands as I slowly and intently inhale, drawing in our mingled scents as they fill my nose. And it is the most satisfying scent in the world.

A soft growl of pleasure breaks from me, and I shiver with such exquisite need as renewed hunger once more stirs to life within my belly, demanding satisfaction. I brush the corner of her mouth with my thumb and then drag it over the fullness of her bottom lip until her small tongue suddenly darts out, tracing a line from the sensitive spot at the bottom of the claw to the first knuckle in a hot sweep. My eyes drift shut, enjoying the exquisite sensation, my thumb resting in place there on her lips. Her littletongue strokes back up to twirl at that sensitive spot between the thumb tip and the claw base, but then her mouth opens and unexpectedly closes around my thumb, claws and all, dragging it into her mouth.

Opening my eyes, I pant as I stare down at her, drowning in the sly desire brimming in her eyes. She knows exactly what she is doing to me, and the movement of her hand draws my gaze down the length of her bare body to rest where the fingers of her left hand are playing in the mess of seed dripping from her sex. My cock flexes as it begins to swell once more, but I cannot look away from the teasing dip and slide of her fingers. I am completely captivated by their quick, dexterous movements as my pearly seed, the evidence of my claiming, squelches in and out of her with every dip of her fingers into the feminine slit I so recently plowed and enjoyed having stretched tightly around my shaft.

My skin shivers with a small tremor, and my eyes slide shut in ecstasy as I feel the smooth warmth of her right hand curl around my prick. I bask in its warmth and growl when her thumb strokes over the small knot on its head, lighting up every nerve within me. Her hand squeezes slightly and she strokes in one smooth motion to the root. Groaning, I thrust up against the downward motion of her hand, dizzy with the dual pull of her hand and mouth upon my cock and thumb simultaneously. I rock against her hand as she pumps me, soft growls stuttering forth as my precum dribbles down my shaft and soaks her hand. Every bit of my attention has dropped southward as my cock begins to engorge, and I only give a passing notice to the coolness that bathes my thumb when her lips release my claw.

My eyes flutter open, however, when I feel her hot breath upon my cock. “Anya, what are you?—”

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