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A deep groan rips from my chest as my back arches in response to the hot suction of her mouth enclosing around thehead of my prick and slipping lower as she sucks more of my length between her exquisite lips. Pleasure shoots through my shaft and deep through my testicles to mingle with the fading ache from where Drisk’s cock filled me. Anya makes a pleased sound around my cock, her eyes closing as she works her mouth over me. Although her mouth is enclosed around me, it doesn’t stop her tongue from flicking and teasing the skin that is stretched tautly now that I am fully erect and engorged with the need raging like a black current within my blood. I pump between her lips, thrusting with such urgency that her hand provides a much-needed buffer to keep me from choking her on my length as her throat tightens around the head of my cock with every pass.

Gathering her red hair in my hands, I stare down at her bobbing head, an intense wave of adoration shaking me as her wet pink lips stretch around my pale gray cock so prettily. It is the unadulterated pleasure on her face, however, that steals my heart completely. Her touch is not a product of a female simply suffering through the act in order to achieve her own ends. I would recognize it if it were because that had too often been the case in my youth when a female permitted me to mount her. It was always with a desire for some jewel or treasure, or even for the right to claim that they tamed a drehl cock between their legs. But not my Anya. I can smell her rising lust with every breath, speaking the truth of her desire. My sack tightens, and I groan deep within my throat at the tight clasp of her lips upon me and the playful, teasing strokes of her tongue, nearly choking on a growl when that clever little member prods at my prick’s slit to gather the first bloom of cum spilling from it.

Even with her mouth so sweetly upon me, I am fully aware of Drisk’s gaze fastened upon us. He watches with glowing eyes, a soft rumble of desire vibrating within his chest as he begins to croon again. He is still engorged, his cock an angry, deep hue ofits normal blue color. Although he had climaxed in a sense, I had not allowed him to fill me with his hot wyvern seed. I want to spare every drop of it so that I might see it brim and overfill our female’s cunt as it strangles on his length. My gaze focuses now on him, watching with fascination as his muzzle drops between her open thighs, his long tongue driving into her with a hungry growl. Her cry of shocked pleasure vibrates exquisitely around my cock as he seeks to lap up every bit of our mingled essences leaking from her.

I instinctively begin to time my thrusts with his tongue, my breath panting viciously from me as I watch the wyvern devour her, reveling in our flavors. Although his tongue often caressed my cock and thighs to savor the taste of my spend as he chased every drop, watching him split her little slit with his tongue makes my cock jerk with its first release as I pump a hot stream into my little mate’s mouth.

She moans exquisitely as she swallows me down, and it not only fuels my lust higher but captures the wyvern’s interest so that Drisk’s head rises from between her thighs, his tongue stroking leisurely along his sharp teeth. His eyes glitter down at her, their dark pupils swallowing the amber of his irises. I know that look well, and my hold tightens on her head, pinning her to me as Drisk slowly gathers himself behind her, his winged arms falling heavily at either side of us. I feel her shiver of awareness pass through me, but a smile touches my lips when she immediately shifts her weight onto her knees, allowing me to drop to my knees and recline as I effortlessly draw her down with me. Anya lies over my legs, her plush breasts and the hardened peaks of her nipples rubbing against the inside of my thighs, and tips her ass upward for Drisk as her mouth milks my prick for every stream of cum she can tease to the surface.

The wyvern’s rumbling croon grows deeper and louder, and I watch as his straining sex twitches as it lowers to brush overher blushing cunt. My breath catches, pressure tightening at the base of my cock as I watch his prick press forward, plowing slowly through her folds, stretching her slit ever more tightly around his girth as it sucks him into her welcoming heat.

A vicious growl rises to my lips and my claws tangle in her hair as my lust climbs and I begin thrusting harder and faster, chasing my mounting pleasure as my cock leaps and plunges into her mouth, muffling her ecstatic cries of pleasure as Drisk’s every ridge, bulge, and node sinks into her cunt’s hot clutch.

Drisk

Our female is delicious. Her flavor coats my tongue, mingling with Daghel’s familiar savory taste with a burst of musky sweetness that makes my scales quiver with pleasure as my cock sinks deeper and deeper into her. A growl of pleasure rises up my throat at the constriction of her silky heat, and I press deeper still, spearing her and splitting her open on my length as my cock slowly plows her depths. The walls of her channel ripple around me exquisitely and I hiss, an electric pop of fire teasing the back of my fangs. I snap them shut, snuffing the flame before it can start as a fire burns brighter and hotter within me with every pulse of my engorged phallus that is now buried completely within her.

I can feel her sex instinctively squeezing around me as she trembles on the edge of bliss, but I remain still, savoring the jolts of pleasure that each one sends to my testicles tucked safely at the rear of my sheath. They tighten and spasm in response, drawing forth more of my seed and gathering it deep within me. My growl echoes from my chest in a rolling sound of thunder, myclaws digging into the furs as I watch the expression of bliss pass across Daghel’s face as our mate takes him and draws out his seed with her perfect little mouth. Watching is almost too much to bear as I feel the threads of my control begin to unravel.

I am painfully full with seed, but it is an exquisite pain that I savor as I rock my hips, slowly pulling my cock from her sucking heat before driving deep again into her clutch with a thrust that I feel down to the quick of my being, setting my fire spinning out of control. It floods through me like a terrible venom, burning from the inside out as I lock my pelvis against her soft ass, my pace quickening with my rising urgency as I instinctively fall into a rut. Flames engulf my mind as my seed boils up in a hot sea rising from within my depths. Daghel’s growls of pleasure grow louder as she moans and squeals, her sounds choked and vibrating over his cock plugged deep within her mouth, but even so they are the most beautiful of sounds as they penetrate the haze of my lust to feed into it until my hips are flexing in a wild tempo as an instinct to breed rises to the fore.

I drive my cock through her folds, the swollen ridges pulsing as she squeezes violently around them, the drenching flow of her juices easing my path as she climaxes repeatedly. The perfume of her cunt clouds my mind in its exquisite scent, ecstasy flooding me as her cunt sucks my cock harder and deeper even as her muscles bear down so tightly that she threatens to push me out of her clasping heat with every kiss of my prick against her mouth of her womb. The stiff knob at the tip of my cock throbs and lengthens, being pulled thinner as it presses more firmly with every brush against that most hidden place. A grunt rises from me, and my hips cease thrusting and begin to quiver ecstatically—my rut shifts into a rapid pulse, barely withdrawing before plunging deep again with the cresting of my climax.

From a distance, I can hear Daghel’s strangled growl of completion as he rocks upward, his hips kicking up to drive hiscock deeper into her mouth as she drinks him down. It is the primal curl of his lips in his moment of ecstasy, revealing the length of tusks and fangs, that sends me over as my cock’s needle hooks into her womb, tugging back with just the right amount of exquisite pleasure that dives like a white-hot ribbon of living flame straight into the center of me. My hips stiffen and my cock throbs and jerks within her as stream after stream of hot seed is sprayed into her womb. Her little body quickly overflows with the gift, dripping my spent cum everywhere, but still, I fill her as instinct drives me on.

This is forbidden. I know it is, and Daghel will be furious when he discovers what I have done. I was supposed to only spend seedless cum in my release. I wasn’t supposed to breed her. It is a calculated move on my part as much as it is the play of instinct to claim and breed my wyva thoroughly. A wyvern’s love and adoration know no bounds, and this is also truthfully just another piece to play in what is to come.

A song of love echoes from my chest as I enclose my mates within my wings, my cock throbbing with every pulse as I continue to fill my mate and draw our mingling scents deep within me. I know no allegiance to any but them and our progeny that will come. And it will conquer these mountains.

Yes, they will soon come to see the power of a wyvern’s love for themselves.

Chapter

Fifteen

DRISK

Ilie with my mates, my long ear snapping and flicking at the subtle sounds carrying in the night. Daghel and Anya are oblivious to them all, but I won’t disturb their slumber. I keep watch and keep guard. As ancient as I am, I do not require as much rest; I merely enjoy curling up with them more than anything. Besides, there will be time enough to inform them of the disturbance later, as a being of utter darkness taps with a whisper of sound before seeping through the cracks of the shuttered window. My eyes follow its passage curiously as it slowly begins to gather and condense.

This is the closest the darkness has ever been. Its touch has always been something gathering and wailing in the distance as it rushes like a descending storm, threatening to crush everything. But this time it is different, and to be a curious reaction. It glides quietly through the room, touching every surface as if exploring it as it pulses and grows, practically filling an entire corner of the bedchambers all at once. Excitement trembles within my wings, and I lift my head so that I can continue to effortlessly follow its movements.

Is it quickening in response to Anya’s presence? That is a delicious little morsel of information. Perhaps the reckoning will soon come. And if Anya is to be the catalyst of things to come, it just reaffirms that my scenting was correct in every way. Not only is she perfect for us, but she will bring forth the long night upon the Cold Mountains. I am certain now that time has been slowly winding down to this moment. I knew that it would soon come. I have known this ever since I scented Daghel and clasped him beneath my wings. Good. I waited patiently enough.

My tongue snakes out, tasting the air, and the darkness pauses, turning its head toward me slowly. I get the sense of it meeting my eyes, and a tingling sensation rushes beneath my scales like tiny fissures of raking through me and crackling with lightning as the darkness suddenly flows forward and regathers beside the bed.

A dark hand stretches, reaching across the bed to slip like a shadow falling over Anya’s slender calf. My breath catches in wonder. It is responding to her. I watch with fascination as it slides farther up her leg in a slow caress. Will she recoil in rejection of its terrible energy, as I have seen so many other females do from my distant vantage point whenever the darkness passes through the village below me?

But no. She does not. Instead, a sigh falls from her lips as she opens herself up to it and invites it as her legs fall open.

The fur shifts and the shadowy hand cups her sex for a moment before delving inside in a writhing motion that makes her moan as her back arches with pleasure from the bed. At her side, Daghel stirs, a faint furrow appearing between his brows as his expression grows strained in his sleep. His breath explodes from him in a long sigh as the darkness continues to plunge into Anya, and her hips writhe with excited little moans until her legs tremble as she climaxes with a hiss of sound that makes my cock ache.

“Enough,”I growl.

The shadow stills, and I get a sense of its regard turning toward me and an invisible brow arching imperiously.

“Enough,”I reiterate as my arm extends so that my wing fans over her.“You have seen enough and have made your point.”

Displeasure rises sharply, making the air crackle within the room with sudden violence. But I am no stranger to this battle of wills. It cocks its head, and then an electric crackle of hollow laughter fills the room.

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