Page 68 of The Sacrifice

And his cocks explode. They spill violent, blazing seed to ignite a course through my pussy and spill an inferno into my shuddering womb. But even as his cocks spasm, he’s still growing, still hardening, and I know he’s far from done. My pussy throbs and tightens at the knowledge.

With that grin spreading, Drago leans in and growls low in my ear, “I’ve fucked you like a monster taking his sweet whore. Now, I’m going to fuck you like a god taking his queen.”

Drago transforms. His half-dragon takes over until he’s three times my size, towering over me. Unbearable, unbreakable, harder than diamonds, he is all scales, ridges, slabs of impossible muscle, massive, dark wings, jagged claws, and that virile tail that coils around my throat to hold me in place.

It will be more painful than ever to mirror the outpouring of bliss that will follow.

So, I spread my thighs as wide as they possibly can go…and raise my hips.

Drago sinks his claws into the barest surface of my hips, puts both crowned heads to my pussy…waits for me to exhale, commands, “Look at your god, Quintessa.”

The moment my eyes flick to those still and powerful emeralds, Drago smiles and slams inside me, smiting me with those cocks.

The others don’t stop pleasuring me, sending my thoughts into pandemonium until I’m living off the sensation of touch alone. Unmeasurable, the scales upon his chest rub against my nipples to stoke my ecstasy and send me burning and combusting and exploding into the eye of a hurricane of stars. Gushing and crying and screaming my rapture, I lift my arms to the sky and burst a storm of fire from my chest, enraptured when he lurches with the deepest groan…and falls apart before me. Tremors rip through him. Drago’s fiery storm couples to mine, spiraling and growing and detonating to set the Hag’s lair aflame while he spills ropes of volcanic hot seed deep into my womb.

We collapse against one another as the others bear us up. And carry us out of the lair as it burns to ash.

"I will call you Quinny." Epilogue

QUINTESSA

With the Hag’s power broken, Drago’s castle has been restored. I don’t understand the full scope of the bond between us or how I managed to free his soul back in the lair, but what consumes me more is the brief conversation I overhear in the steam room. After healing me, Drago fucked me between the bath pillars, on the marble floor, up against the wall. It’s not difficult now to feign sleep with how exhausted I am.

“You cannot go through the Veil of Souls, Drago,” Mayce points out as I lean against the dragon, nestled against his warm body with my cheek tucked into the crook of his arm. I love the sound of his heartbeat, the raised texture of his scales, and all his heated masculinity.

“Doesn’t matter,” responds Drago gruffly, and I feel Kyan’s familiar fingers combing through my hair. The alpha king lets out a low growl of warning. He’s become even more possessive since giving me part of his soul.

“You gave up your freedom, brother. You could have returned to your realm, claimed the throne, restored the Land of Dragons, and built an army to take to Kronos' doorstep.”

Drago chuckles darkly and presses his lips to my brow. “She’s worth more than a million dragon armies. And look around, Mayce. You said we’d need to spend a month restoring the castle after one of my tantrums. Guess you were wrong, Fae.”

“The far east side is still in ruins,” grumbles Mayce.

“Needed an update anyway.”

“Could have updated the entire Waste with all of your soul…and power.”

My chest squeezes from the revelation, and I contain the shiver that wants to ripple up my spine. Drago sacrificed beyond his life for me. He sacrificed part of his soul, his power, and his ability to escape this prison of the Waste. I sigh, melting into him all the more, listening to the peaceful quiet between their conversation, the rippling of the water, and smelling the dragon king’s natural musk, along with the sage burning in the bathhouse.

“Has Thayne spoken with you?”

I feel Drago’s hard shake of his head. “Bastard is brooding and sulking. He agreed to it, of course. But he doesn’t much enjoy the prison of my mind. We will never be fully Thiago again. Only during the rarest and most extremes of times will we have the power to unite as one.”

“Much to give up for a little wisp of a girl you met a few days ago,” Mayce banters, and I can’t help the smile teasing on my lips.

“You know me, brother. Trial by fire. Never do anything half-assed. In life or in love, it would seem.” I whimper when he hitches his claws beneath my bottom and raises me up to kiss my mouth, parting my lips, and I blink my eyes open. “There’s my dirty good girl. I hope you had a decent nap. The people are eager to see their Queen once again.”

With my cheeks turning red, I smile and kiss my dragon back, wondering what else could possibly be in store tonight. But as Drago carries me out of the steamy water, my eyes cross to Kyan’s, to the dark shadows brimming there. And the hint of a smile crooking one side of his mouth does not escape me.

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This time, the dragon-scale bodice cuts off in a high V with the point barely brushing my navel. The neckline is a low V-shape, so between it, my arms left bare but for silver wrist cuffs, and my skin exposed to my hips, most of my scars and tattoos are visible. Especially considering the belt of gold chain and bones to cover my pussy regions and black, transparent tresses flowing from its edges.

What I love most was the feeling of the servants’ fingers as they’d braided portions of my gray hair, adorning it with silver and gold thread and adding an ash and bone crown, complete with dragon horns, to make me look like a true Queen of the Waste. I smile at the thought of Drago commanding the horns from the princes he’d killed to be fused into the crown.

Jinx curls up on the bed, opening his muzzle to yawn. I smile sweetly, knowing his fourth tail is because he led us to the secret entrance.

“Quintessa, the Queen.”

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