Page 12 of Come and Get Me
“Savor the golden nectar of a King, young ones,” Evander said, then he let loose a full stream of piss. Neither Dante or I went for it, and by the frown on his face, he seemed insulted. “Do not let my piss go to waste. Any dragon would give their right arm for a taste of what I’m offering you.” He stopped his stream from flowing as he waited for us to open our mouths. Unfortunately, I had some bad news for him.
“I can’t drink it, Sir… I can only swallow blood and cum,” I told him.
“Ahhh, what a shame. How sad for you that you should miss out on such a treat.” He turned to Dante. “How about you?”
Dante sighed. “I can drink it, Sir… however, I prefer not to.”
Evander laughed. “Would you prefer to feed your piss to your mate?”
“Only if he wants me to. It’s not a fetish of mine, Sir,” Dante explained.
“But you do feel the need to mark your territory, I’m sure?”
Dante propped himself up on one elbow. “The urge is very small, Your Highness.”
Evander smirked. “Perhaps that will change once you complete your mating. However, I must insist you savor what I’m going to give you.” He nodded towards his cock and Dante took the hint. He grabbed the base of Evander’s cock, then took it into his mouth. I watched as Evander released a satisfied moan, knowing full well he was pissing in my brother’s mouth. Dante was swallowing fast and by the way his eyes rolled up in his head, he was really enjoying the flavor of Evander’s piss. On top of all that, Dante’s cock was rock hard and drooling all over Evander’s thigh. It seemed that my brother was on the verge of another orgasm just by drinking dragon piss.
Dante pulled back, burping slightly. “Jesus!” he exclaimed.
Evander chuckled. “Delicious, wasn’t it?”
Dante nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
“What do you say?”
“Thank you, Your Highness,” Dante said, licking his lips.
He had obviously enjoyed it, because he didn’t spill one drop.
“Now that you’ve done that, get back to sucking my cock. One of you better stick your tongue in my hole,” Evander commanded.
Dante took the lead, as he was better at eating ass than I was. Evander spread his legs wider, allowing Dante to really get in there. I continued sucking the King’s royal cock, stroking as I sucked the nectar from his balls. I didn’t know how long Dante and I pleasured him, but it seemed like we weren’t even close to making his ass cum! With what we were doing, we would have made Théoden shoot at least twice by now.
An hour passed with us tag-teaming his balls, cock, and ass, and Evander just seemed to suck it all in. I was starting to see why dragons chose to fuck other dragons. Jesus, was he ever going to shoot?! I’d been syphoning his dick like a man dying of thirst, begging for just one more drop of precum, but nothing. In fact, the only ones cumming were Dante and me. We’d each had four orgasms. It was good that we were vampires, because if we had been humans, we’d have been through.
Dante pulled back and flexed his jaw; he had the same look of frustration on his face that I was sure mirrored mine. We looked at each other and nodded, knowing that we had to switch the game up right now. We knew that Evander was thoroughly enjoying what we’d been doing, but we also must have felt like featherweights to a super heavyweight like him. We had to step up our game.
I straddled Evander’s lap and looked at the King as he grinned up at me, as if challenging us. Damn, hewaschallenging us! Fine, I was about to give this motherfucker something he’d probably never had… a virgin asshole of a dragon. Sure, I may be a quarter, like he said, but that was more than what he was used to. As soon as the tip of his dick broke through my sphincter, I froze. My cock was already rock hard and drooling a pool of my juices on Evander’s stomach.
“Looks like you’ve bitten off more than you can chew, boy,” Evander said, teasing me.
Shit, I was about to cum. This would be my fifth time, as I’d cum four times already just from sucking his cock.
“Why fight it? Just shoot those baby dragon balls,” Evander taunted, then he reached up, grabbing my waist. Just then, he pushed himself all the way inside of me, triggering my orgasm. I screamed and quaked as my cock squirted my nut all over Evander’s chest and stomach. “There, now doesn’t that feel better?”
I was panting too hard to answer him at that moment. I was paralyzed as my body went through its own Fourth of July celebration. I was trembling and whimpering as I rode what seemed like an endless wave of pleasure. Holy Shit, this was beyond intense!
“Dante, let me show you the pleasure of a dragon’s tongue while your brother gets control of himself,” Evander said.
I watched as Dante crawled up to Evander, then he straddled his face. We were now facing each other and Dante looked so damn sexy with his eyes rolling up in his head. I could only imagine what he was feeling with Evander’s tongue swirling inside his ass.
“Ahhhh… fucking hell!” Dante gasped as his body quaked. He got louder and louder until he stiffened and roared. His cock jumped, then a torrent of his sweet wolf, vampire, and dragon milk spilled from his slit. He was completely lost in the pleasure of his orgasm that seemed to go on forever like mine had. “Oh shit… oh shit… fuck… oh god!”
Yeah, he was riding his wave hard. His face was all contorted in ecstasy and it seemed like it was almost unbearable for him. My own body started to calm down from my climax and I began pumping my hips, riding Evander’s dick. It wasn’t easy because I couldn’t really get a rhythm going. With every swivel of my hips, I felt like I was about to blow my load again. Just the sensation of Evander’s cock inside of me was sending me through the roof.
I rocked back and forth on his dick for about another minute before I had to stop and focus on breathing. Oh damn, I was right there… if I moved even an inch, I was going to lose it. We were completely out of our league, I saw that now. It made me wonder why Evander wanted to fuck us. But even as I thought about it, I knew the answer. I was a perma-virgin with dragon blood and Dante was a singularly unique hybrid. Sex with us was its own treat for the King. I didn’t think it mattered to Evander if neither Dante nor I could hold off our orgasms for even five minutes. Already, Dante was shooting another load.
“Ahhh, no… no don’t… I can’t take it!” Dante cried out, but it seemed like whatever it was he was protesting against, it was too late. His body convulsed and he fell off Evander’s face onto the bed.
