Page 173 of Gemini Kings
Precisely the way she likes it.
Max’s hands tighten around my head so that I don’t forget about him. Admittedly, I’ve rather lost the edge of my enthusiasm for this little display of faux submission now that we have an audience, but my sudden lack of enthusiasm fails to signify. His thumbs swipe through the jizz that’s dripping down my chin and tenderly, thoroughly, push every drop of the overflow back into my sulky mouth.
I snarl with outraged protest.
Be good for me a little longer,he coaxes through our bond.You are doing so well. Let us show our queen how perfect we are together. Show her how well you can please me. How well you can take my cock.
“Oh fuck, Goblin King,” she whimpers, because of course she’s hearing all this. “You’re so hard for him.”
Yes, because he won’t let me come,I think with a vicious flash of spite that makes all three of them moan.
He’s still lodged inside me, and I redouble my efforts in a furious frenzy, working all his barbs and inches with lips and tongue and throat, absolutely wrathful that this upstart dragon has seized the upper hand. I give that dragon the blow job of his miserable life, until he’s reduced to writhing and shouting my name and pumping into my mouth in a blind frenzy. My cock is kicking out a steady stream of precum and I’m fighting to cling to my own looming climax with my teeth.
I’m enraged and maddened to be as blatantly aroused as I am by this entire humiliating predicament.
Dear God, it must be glaringly obvious to all of them how much this forced submission… well… excites me.
Still, despite my discomfort, it’s worth keeping my eyes open to watch Zara bend to kiss the dragon, their mouths meeting in a tangle of tongues and heat.
Zara stays bent over the bed like that, her mouth clinging to Max’s, while Neo shucks his pajama pants and works her delightful panties down her legs. It’s worth watching our First Boy fist his monster cock while he watches me giving head as though he’s fantasizing about being on the receiving end himself.
I lower one lid in a wink that makes him blush.
Still, he doesn’t look away.
He holds my gaze while he widens Zara’s stance and rubs his shaft against her pussy until she moans and arches her back and raises her pretty derrière to encourage him.
In fact, while he works his cock inside her and grips her hips and pistons into her with his brow furrowed and his glasses sliding down his nose, he stares fiercely into my eyes the whole time.
There’s quite the fire burning in our Mr. Mercury today.
Well, color me intrigued.
The combined onslaught of Zara’s ravenous kisses and my own ferocious ministrations wrings another explosive and quite lavish climax from the dragon. I swallow his spend again and again and pray that I won’t drown.
Finally, mercifully, his barbs retract.
I disengage from his cock with a swipe that wrings a final shudder and a few last drops of seed from this impossibly blissed-out and self-satisfied creature whom, I can now see quite clearly, fancies himself to be thoroughly established as my alpha.
I drag a hand across my messy mouth, uncoil to my feet, and push that dragon flat on his back. Limp, boneless, mindless, he subsides with a tremulous sigh and a look of dazed contentment.
That makes preciselyoneof us, dragon, who is currently content.
But that’s about to change.
At last, the poor darling is sex-drunk and entirely at my mercy.
I rearrange us all a bit, straddle the dragon’s waist with my hips so that I’m facing Zara, and claim my own kiss from my darling queen. Her fated mate is pleasing her, and her naughty mouth is breathless against mine, tasting nicely of cinnamon toothpaste and a lingering hint of Lucius. Our tongues thrust and parry as Neo pumps into her from behind in a building rhythm, his hips slapping audibly against her bottom, her breasts swaying and her hair spilling around Max, who’s half smothered beneath all of us and dreamily enjoying the experience.
Now it’s time for that dragon’s comeuppance.
I clamp a ruthless hand around his throat to pin him to the bed and wrap the other fist around my aching cock. Three rough pumps bring me right to the edge, while his dragon eyes struggle to focus. I choke him with murderous intent.
Brimming with tender menace, I glare straight into his eyes, whisper, “I warned you. And I only warn once. Know your place,malchik,” and erupt with spurt after spurt of my own seed to paint his startled face.
No one’s ever done anything like that to him before, because we’ve all been overly concerned about triggering any buried landmines from his homophobic past.
But I’m through coddling this arrogant dragon.
