Page 41 of Daghel

She shivers and shakes against him, crying out as her release spills over his lips. He growls and swallows as his mouth turns ravenous in response until she drops the lash to clutch at his head as she rides out the storm of her pleasure. Eventually, she pulls away with a jerk, her thighs damp with her release and her chest heaving as she pants and stares at him with a smile pulling at her lips.

“That was… amazing,” she confesses. Her hand shakes as she lifts it and brushes her hair from her face, but she turns to the box and removes the phallus, its straps dangling as she peers at it thoughtfully and holds it aloft in front of us.

Daghel’s brow rises. “Are we finished?”

She laughs softly. “Hardly.”

I watch with fascination as she loosens the straps and slides them over her plump thighs before tightening them firmly into place. The large phallus protrudes from between her thighs and she gives it a leisurely stroke as her gaze fastens once more on my bonded male’s face.

“Back in the day my clients would beg for me to allow them to suck on my toys,” she murmurs as she begins to circle around Daghel, her every step perfectly measured and her gaze pinned on him with such focus that my cock twitches hard within my sheath with definite interest. She stops in front of him and leans forward, her lush breasts swaying as she looks him right in the eye and smirks. “But for you… I think I have a far better idea.”

Ah, my lusty heroine of my dreams. I cackle my little clicks and my wings fan eagerly, though I am careful to keep them from colliding against anything in our bedchamber.

Daghel cooly meets her eyes, but I can taste his excited musk rising to perfume the air. His ardor for our mate is an all-consuming love and hunger churning together in a vortex that I can feel trembling within the quick of me.

“Suck our wyvern’s cock, orc,” she commands, and my wings flare just slightly in surprise as I cast an uncertain look toward my bonded male.

As frequently as I rut him, and often violently, service of this sort has never entered into our dynamic. Nor is it a part of most wyvern-orc dynamics that I have heard of. There is no way to predict how Daghel will instinctively react to such an order.

“Perhaps we should not—”I begin, but am silenced by a sharp look from ourwyva.

“Did I ask you?” she replies and my cock jerks excitedly within my sheath as a chirp of delight at her power and command rushes unbidden from my chest. Her gaze turns sternly toward Daghel and imperiously arches an eyebrow. “Well?”

He meets her gaze, his cold, hard expression giving nothing away. I am certain that he will reject her little game, but to my surprise, he coolly nods in agreement. Excitement fills me and I begin to croon softly as I climb onto the bed and recline, stretching out as I feel my prick slowly slip from its sheath.Anya’s eyes settle on it and her pupils expand even as her eyes brighten with an unmistakable heat that only a blind wyvern would fail to see.

Daghel turns toward me and climbs onto the bed beside me. My eyes follow his every movement, and I nearly stop breathing as his hand curls around my prick. His flesh is cooler than mine by a couple degrees so that I shiver with pleasure and gasp when his mouth closes around me. Daghel’s tusks perfectly cradle my shaft, gliding against my length as he sucks me deeply into his mouth. His sharp teeth tease my scales so that I gasp as the first shot of cum works swiftly up my shaft to spray over his tongue. He sucks harder in response, his head bobbing, working my prick in and out of the tight, hot clasp of his mouth. I grunt and gently pump my hips, thrusting into his mouth with every drop of his head.

There is a wet sound and my gaze lifts to where Anya is coating the shaft of her leather phallus with some kind of oil. She smiles approvingly at me and gives me a playful wink. I moan, my right wing fanning slightly as my claws come down on his head, holding him in place around my prick as she lines up behind him and rubs the tip of the large cock against his ass. His bottom flexes, his skin jumping a little in response, but he moans loudly around my cock and my eyes roll black with the intense pleasure of the vibrations. Her smile widens, and she clenches the globes of his tightly in her hands, her nails biting into his tough skin until his cock jumps and he growls with pleasure around me. My fires lick through me and rise, spilling down around the root of my cock, filling it further.

Spreading him wide, she notches the tip of her cock against his ass while curling one hand around him to grip the thick base of his cock. Holding his shaft tightly, she drags her hand down his length as she presses into him with one long, hard stroke.Pre-cum dribbles from his dip and my cock pulses as he drags on my cock harder and faster.

Anya pumps in and out of him, her body rocking hard and fast as she runs her heavily lubricated hand up and down his cock. Daghel moves with her as much as he can with my claw on his head, his moans rising through the chamber mingling with my own hisses of pleasure. Anya’s smile just gets wider and wider as she quickens her pace, her hips slapping his thighs with another force to drive his mouth onto my cock. His tongue teases my ridges as he sucks, and plies at my slit as he attempts to work out another stream of release. I can feel it boiling at the root of my cock. My fire flares brighter and my cock gets harder as my cum rises into it. I pant eagerly as I rut his mouth. His own cock is rigid and leaking within Anya's grasp, straining within her hold. I watch it hungrily, wanting him to climax—needing it as our female slams into him from behind.

Then it happens. Daghel’s muffled howl swallows my cock, vibrating all around it a long shout and scrape of his teeth that snaps the tension coiled through me. I roar as my cock spurts within his mouth and his own cock spits its own release in heavy streams in front of him. It is only when the last of our seed is drained that Anya steps back and allows her phallus to slip from its tight fit in his ass. Daghel’s mouth still gently sucks at my tip, drawing up the last bit before slipping up with a sly smile.

“Enjoy that, wyvern?” he rumbles in jest, and I grunt as I collapse on the bed.

“Oh, we aren’t done yet,” Anya says with a soft laugh. “There is something I really want to try ever since I’ve seen what your strands can do. Daghel, climb up onto Drisk’s back and lie flat. Drisk, hold on to him and… connect.”

Despite my recent release, my interest stirs at her words. Connect while they are fucking. I do enjoy that. It would be a good appetizer while I recover for the main event. I grin withdelight and stretch on my belly. Daghel gives our female an amused look but readily climbs onto my back and rolls, settling flat against me. It only takes a moment of contact for my strands to respond. They slide quickly over his body, wrapping tightly around him, binding him completely with his arms and torso held against me as others burrow up into the clench of his ass and around his shaft before diving into its tip. He gasps and growls in reaction, his cock stiffening rapidly within the grasp of my strand, but his pleasure swamps over me with a hot blast that makes me croon as heat crawls back into my prick.

I close my eyes with pleasure and hiss, my scales quivering, as I feel Anya’s small, bare feet on me as she, too, climbs onto my back. Her soft sigh and the heat of her cunt sliding over and swallowing Daghel’s cock ripples through me. My strands snap up in response, coiling around her and anchoring her to Daghel and me both as they drive into her both ass and cunt, wiggling around my bonded male’s cock as it finds a perfect little soft spot onto which to latch. Her pleasure is sweeter, and my claws kneed the furs, scraping with pleasure as her body begins to rock and bounce against the restraint of my strands.

They moan together and more of my strands slide over them, working their way over their bodies to slide over their eyes in a blinding mask as others dive into their parted mouth, muffling all sound. They are a part of me, breathing with me as they fuck, as Anya’s hips lift and drop, grinding on Daghel, sending a frenzy through me—through us. Fire gathers in my mouth and my cock extrudes anew, leaking all over the furs as I claw the bed with the ecstasy rushing through me. I keep Daghel’s cock plugged with my strand, holding back his release for as long as possible so that Anya continues to ride him as her climaxes trip through her.

When she grows tired, I move my strands, helping her ride the orc as a pattern of our pleasure and need twists through me;pleasures mingling together, twisting tighter and tighter with me until my cock is fully engorged and trembling with the need to spill. With a growl, I rip my strand from inside Daghel’s cock and allow his release to boil out of him in heavy, thick sprays into our mate. His roar of completion as her cunt spasms tightly and viciously around him is muffled by my strands, but nothing blocks my bellow as flames shoot from my mouth, blackening the opposite wall.

I slowly come down from my climax, my strands unraveling slowly from their mouths and faces to retreat from their bodies. I am preparing to withdraw the one from Anya’s cunt when I pause at a flutter of sensation. I follow it with my senses until I find it. A pup tucked safely in her womb. Shadows drift around it, grazing it as the darkness, too, seems to realize that it is there and brushes over it briefly before retreating. I hiss low and then withdraw my strand slowly from her body.

Anya groans as she drops from my back, her legs shaking as she stumbles from me toward the edge of the bed. Daghel rumbles in her wake as he, too, drops from my back. He kneels at my side for a moment, dragging in deep breaths. I am surprised to see that his cock is still swollen with need, its length an angry blue. He bares his teeth with a savage hunger as he stares at her plump ass as she stagers away from us in an effort to collect herself.

“Where are you going?” Daghel rumbles as he straightens, drawing Anya’s shocked gaze back to him. I chirp with excitement, my cock still hard and aching. A dark smile teases his lips, which gives me pause as I see something shift behind his eyes as the darkness brushes through him. How long has it been there? I am beginning to suspect that it has been touching him all along. I remain still, watching. Daghel is still in control, so I do not bring a halt to this new game. What he does here must be fully his decision. “You have given us our gift, but we have yetto give you ours. On all fours,wyva,” he purrs, making my cock jump eagerly.

She glances at us uncertainly, but she drops to her knees on the bed and slowly leans forward, putting her hand on the mattress. Daghel draws his claws along her ass, making her shiver as he peers down into her box and withdraws something long that is shaped like a phallus but without the defined shape or a base to be fitted into the harness. Daghel drags it back and forth across her sopping cunt and I savor the little sounds she makes as her musk thickens once more to perfume the air. With one long, slow stroke, he presses the phallus deep, working in and out of her cunt. It squelches loudly, his seed dribbling from around it. His gaze grows hotter as he watches it spill from her, and he leisurely drags it from her cunt to press its slick tip against her ass. With excruciating care, he works slowly into her ass. Although we both know that she likely had this part of her penetrated given her history, he still demonstrates tenderness in this task, working it in and out of her until she is gasping, and her toes are curling with every thrust. He doesn’t let up until she is shaking in the hold of another orgasm, and only then does he keep it buried within her as she spasms around it.

Holding it in place, he peers down at her thoughtfully, a shadow of darkness shifting once more behind his eyes. He smiles then and withdraws it to its tip as he lines his cock up with her dripping cunt. Gripping her hip firmly with one hand, he drags her ass toward him as he thrusts forward in one hard snap of his hips. She whimpers, her fragile human body shivering, but a moan falls from her lips as he works the phallus back into her ass until she is thoroughly plugged. I croon softly, delighted with how easily she takes them. This will make things much easier. He withdraws his prick from the clasp of her cunt, pressing deeper with the phallus, only to pull it back as he rams his cock back into her depths. His hips flex, driving his cockin alternating thrusts in counterpoint to the leather shaft as he thrusts that into her as well. Her fingers cling to the furs, her moans becoming louder until they break into wails as Daghel’s thrusts faster to where her breasts are jiggling in a frenzied dance to the rapid bounce of his pelvis against her ass.

He growls, his eyes sliding shut for a moment as he drifts with the pleasure as he ruts her, their bodies slamming together in a frenzy. Her cunt creams around his shaft, her cries growing louder and louder, but then his hand tightens on her hip and he stops, his cock buried completely in her as she climaxes around him with a shriek. He shudders over and over, his growl a continuous rumble in his chest as his cock visibly throbs at its root and pumps his seed deep into her. Eventually, his eyes open and they burn with cold fire as he glances over at me, his lips curling in a sly smile. At length the dark fire withdraws from his eyes, and they flutter closed for a second as another shudder runs through him. He withdraws the leather cock from her ass and tosses it aside as he pulls his prick from her body with a ragged gasp. His hand grips her at the back of the neck and he nudges her bottom with his knee.

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