Page 44 of Progeny of the Cursed Egg
Thauglor’s egg throbs in his hand as if protesting its fate. “Don’t yell at me because your descendant didn’t make our mate submit last cycle. I wasn’t even hatched yet.” Klauth shakes his head and disappears down the hall in deep conversation with the egg, leaving an unsettling hum in his wake.
Balor’s steady voice cuts through the tension. “Are you ready?” he asks while gathering drinks and food from the table. The scent of stale alcohol and charred meat lingers in the air, mixing with theunderlying aroma of sweat and anticipation. I take a long, steadying breath and reply, “I’m as ready as I’ll ever be. At least if I’m in danger, I can just phase out of the room.” A mischievous smirk curves my lips as I exchange a knowing look with Balor.
“That’s cheating,” Balor teases softly, his tone half-amused as he watches my reaction.
“True, but I don’t have armored scales. You do,” I reply, my voice low and teasing, as I pull open the door to Mina’s room. The corridor beyond smells faintly of lavender and damp fabric. Inside, Mina lies sprawled on a rumpled pile of blankets, her features softened in sleep. We slip in quietly, the soft rustle of our movements almost swallowed by the hush of the room. We have to be careful not to disturb her too abruptly.
Glancing to my right, I raise an eyebrow. “Didn’t you only have four piercings when I took you?” I murmur to Balor, the humor in my voice barely concealing the heat rising within me.
Balor chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck as he replies, “Yeah, I didn’t think it looked right with only four, given the length.” With a casual shrug, he rolls a condom down his erect length. The slight crinkle of the latex is audible in the quiet.
“Gotcha. I thought about it…” I murmur, indulging in a slow, deliberate stroke that sends warm tingles of desire coursing through me. “I like mine naked.” My gaze drifts past Balor to where Mina stirs softly beneath the covers. The cool air of the room mingles with the heat of my anticipation as I race to the side of the bed and gently turn her to face me.
“Hey, baby…” I purr softly, leaning in until my lips meet hers. The taste is faintly sweet and warm—a delicate reminder of sleep and vulnerability.
“Hey, Zig…” she murmurs, glancing over her shoulder as Balor slides in close, teasing her with a subtle touch at her entrance. “Mmm, someone knows what I need…” Her voice is low and inviting as she caresses her throat. She tilts her head back to expose the sensitive skin there.
“Anything you need, Mina. Anything you want—me, or both of us,” Balor promises, his tone husky as his eyes flick to me. It’s not the first time we’ve shared a lover, but it is the first time we share our mate.
Her voice drops to a breathy whisper, “I need you, both of you,” and that single phrase sends a surge of heat through me. Before I can fully savor her words, Balor moves in, thrusting forward with a deliberate force that makes Mina gasp. The sound mingles with the rustle of sheets and the low hum of our shared desire.
“You have us,” Balor murmurs as I drop to my knees. The coolness of the sheets contrasts with the heat of my desire. I gently tap her lips with the head of my cock, guiding her hands over her head. The moment she parts her lips for me, I slide in eagerly, my free hand steadying my movement. “Her mouth feels like heaven…” I purr, each word laced with an unspoken promise. I slowly slide my length in and out of her, savoring the soft, warm taste and the tender texture of her lips.
Mina suddenly pulls back, a soft cry escaping her as she reaches her peak. The sight of her—flushed skin, trembling beauty, and that momentary vulnerability—is almost too exquisite to bear. As I continue, several more deliberate thrusts later, Balor grunts and then sinks deep within her. He pauses, panting as if time has slowed, before eventually pulling back. He cleans himself, discarding the used condom with an almost detached efficiency, and then moves in to join me once more.
I withdraw slowly from her mouth, my skin still tingling with the memory of her warmth, and trail my hands down her body. “Hands and knees, Mina,” I purr, my voice soft but commanding as I retrieve another condom. I roll it on carefully, the cool latex embracing my length. Crawling onto the bed behind her, I pause to admire thesight. Her perfectly curved, heart-shaped ass, the glistening folds that catch the low light, and a trail of her own release glistening along the inside of her leg.
“Ziggy, please … I need you… I ache…” Mina’s breathy plea wraps around me like a velvet rope. It ignites the beast inside me with a fierce pride that our mate desires us so deeply.
“As you wish,” I reply, crawling closer. I shift my tongue, its wet heat matching the soft, slick warmth of her glistening folds. I lick her in slow, deliberate strokes that draw shivers from deep within her. The rush of her natural sweetness lands on my tongue, making her thighs quiver with delight.
Meanwhile, Balor is already kneeling before her. Mina is already sucking on him with a steady, almost rhythmic motion that fills the room with muffled, intimate sounds. I can barely bear the soft moans and the delicate noises of her pleasure. My hands grip her hips firmly as I slide deep within her, each thrust punctuated by a deep purr that reverberates in my chest. I roll my hips slowly, feeling her muscles spasm around me in pulsing waves. Each contraction makes me fight the overwhelming urge to cum too soon. I wonder how the dragons manage to last so damn long when she feels this fucking good.
Then, a subtle click sounds behind us. I glance over my shoulder towards the door, then turn to lock eyes with Balor. He immediately steps back as my hand slides down Mina’s spine. Standing in the doorway is Klauth. He watches as I place two firm fingers along her back, pressing her into complete submission. The instant her chest meets the mattress and her hands fold under her throat, she cums. It’s a powerful, shuddering release that crushes my length with its intensity, milking every drop of pleasure from me. I hold her down with one hand as my thrusts turn erratic, each one a desperate bid against the overwhelming surge of pleasure. Finally, I cum hard, feeling as if my soul has left my body.
Gasping for breath, I finally secure the condom and pull out. Klauth holds out a small trash bin with a nod of approval. “You get it … Yet the other one can’t seem to grasp the concept,” he remarks with a shake of his head, then moves to the cooler to fetch a bottle of water.
He then crosses to the side of the bed where Mina now lies on her side. “Drink,” he instructs gently, offering her a water bottle. She takes it slowly, her lips wrapping around the cool plastic as she sips, her soft, steady breathing filling the brief silence.
“Hey, honey…” Mina murmurs with a sleepy yawn before handing the bottle back to Klauth.
“I’ll lie with you, my treasure. Let the others go eat and rest,” Klauth says, his gaze passing between Balor and me as if offering a silent escape. We nod, gathering our scattered belongings.
“See you soon, baby,” I whisper as I lean down to kiss Mina tenderly, the lingering warmth of our intimacy a bittersweet farewell before I step out into the corridor. As I glance at the clock, a ripple of panic shoots through me. Balor and I kept Mina busy for nearly an hour. Three more days of this relentless cycle lie ahead of us.
Balor exchanges his goodbyes, and together we leave the room, rejoining the others. Abraxis snoozes in an old chair, and the remaining mates have drifted off, their quiet breaths merging with the dark silence of the living room. I brace myself—these next seventy-two hours promise to be the longest, most tumultuous stretch of my life.
CHAPTER 24
Mina
The bed chamberis so dark that I can no longer tell if it’s day or night. All I know is that Vaughn, in his gargoyle form, has me pinned against the cold stone wall. I feel the rough talons at the apex of his wings digging into the wall behind me, his large leathery wings shielding me from view. One hand grips mine high over my head while the other supports my ass with an unyielding firmness.
“How are you holding up, Vaughn?” Klauth calls as he enters the room for the fourth time, his voice echoing off the stone.
“Good,” Vaughn grunts into the side of my throat. I feel his teeth graze my original mate mark, and in that instant he bites down, pleasure crashes over me like a runaway freight train. My orgasm explodes through my body, and I scream. My head tilting back as I struggle against his grip on my wrists, desperate to rock harder against him.
“Good job, Vaughn. Don’t let her take control,” Klauth says, stepping closer.
