Page 30 of The Sacrifice

“You make the prettiest sounds, little Tessie. Do you know that human females release juices that are so tempting and luscious to my dragon kind?” he muses, breathing a deep and sharp draught, groaning from the action. I lift my hips, desiring more as he torments me by rubbing his thumb across my pubic lips and teasing my wanton slit. “It’s why our history is marked with carrying off young women, be they maids, wives, or widows. It just so happens they were driven mad when we returned them—such mad cravings, they would throw themselves off clifftops, crying for their dragon lovers.”

My body thrums for him, my clit pulsing like a flower bursting. But then, Drago raises his head and lashes his tongue across my breast. “Sweet, burning gods!” I cry as he traces that tongue around the areola and licks the erect bud over and over. His tongue is long, rough, and thick, and I moan from the force of it pushing the nipple back and forth. So hot and wet! He practically flagellates it with his whip of a tongue until it’s pink and sore before moving to torture the other. By the time he lowers his tongue to slide across my stomach, I’m a mess of heightened nerves, bucking my hips toward his jaws.

“Now, I will taste, Tessie...” he warns me before that tongue swipes at my folds.

“Ohfuckohfuck!” I heave frenzied breaths from his vicious tongue working my heat.

“Good girl,” he purrs his approval, and I feel the vibration so deep, my inner muscles spasm, and my heart skips a beat. “Ride my tongue, sweet pet, and take your pleasure as I take mine. You taste so fucking good, sweet one. You taste like every dark and sinful thought I’ve ever had. And I am going to do such wicked, filthy things to you, my good girl.”

His words set my skin on fire. I roll my hips and ride his tongue as he flattens it against my distended nub. In the blink of an eye, he stabs the tongue through my slit, and I cry out from the action. It’s so thick, it stretches my walls, but it’s so slick and flexible as it lashes my inner flesh. His upper muzzle presses to my stomach as he digs in, so much, I feel his teeth skirting my lower mound while the roof of his mouth nudges my burning clit. My arousal grows from his tongue twisting inside me, and once he curves that tongue up in a sudden stab, I scream.

“Please, don’t stop, oh, bloody, blazing gods, yes! I’m coming, I’m coming!” I throw my head back as my whole body tightens, my core muscles suck his tongue, and the ecstasy ignites a trail of blazing lightning through my body. I close my eyes from the release of wave after wave of pleasure tremors inside me. I’m flying. No, erupting into a shower of sparks. He tongue-fucks me through constellations of pure bliss until I collapse against the column in a boneless mess. Flushed and liquefied, my limbs shake from the remnants of the orgasm. My pussy pulses with hot, little breaths.

Drago eases his tongue from my center, gives me another rough lash—hard enough to have me moaning and lurching from how sensitive I am. When that tongue probes my lips, I gasp, throwing my eyes open wide. He seizes the moment of my gasp and dives inside my mouth. His jaws could devour my head, and his tongue overwhelms me. Something so erotic about him giving me the taste of my drenched cream.

“How does she taste?” a new voice invades the bathhouse, and I jump, startled by the Fae’s presence.

Drago doesn’t seem surprised. In fact, he chuckles and turns to Mayce, gesturing him over. “See for yourself.”

I shudder. What?

21

"I'd rather play with the monsters than kill them."

QUINTESSA

In nothing more than his breeches, the Fae is tall and bare-chested, his skin shimmering like marble in the torchlight. My skin sizzles from his unparalleled beauty, and I’m rendered speechless as he approaches—gait so feline and graceful, I’d imagine he’s being carried upon clouds of pixies. Liquid fire courses through my veins. My heartbeat spirals the closer he gets to me. Those alluring eyes of molten brown, like scorched earth, and rich hazel when they catch the light, hypnotize me, and I wonder what it would feel like to fall under a Fae’s magic. If I’m getting a small taste now.

My knees quiver when Mayce smiles and tucks a few tendrils of my soaked hair behind my ear before he leans in to kiss me. Heat answers. Simmers my blood. So, I bend beneath his lips, practically fawning because he kisses so differently from Drago. No, Mayce is masterful. He hypnotizes me with his lips, traces the seam with his tongue. Slow and seductive, he opens my mouth, plunders the inside with his tongue, licking and tasting, teeth nipping, until I’m writhing and aching for him. I moan into his mouth, on the edge of a sob from the fresh arousal he stokes. It drips down the side of my thigh, mixed with the Dragon’s saliva.

Without another word, the Fae rubs his fingers along my soaked folds, and I tip my head back against the column from the burning sensation.

“So fresh. So responsive,” Mayce acknowledges, simpering as he sinks his fingers toward my slit and brushes his lips across the curve of my throat.

“Deprived without touch since her birth, it’s little wonder,” declares Drago, and I clamp my eyes shut when he peels back my pubic lips and says, “Mmm, feast your eyes on all that lovely honey. The first warm cunt we’ve had in centuries.”

“I prefer quim,” remarks Mayce, a glint in his eye as he studies my expression.

I lower my brows, confused by their words. Had it truly been so long? I don’t get to wonder long when the Fae king lifts a jeweled, metallic object toward Drago—a feral smile on sultry lips with lethal teeth. “I came prepared.”

I suck a deep breath, aware of the object and its purpose: cone shape, tapered end, and flat, jeweled base.

“As always, my crafty Fae,” compliments the other King.

When the Dragon unleashes that half-purr and half-growl, it leaves me hungry and needy again. With my legs dangling mercilessly over Drago’s shoulders, I acknowledge how exposed my most intimate parts are, including my ass, where Mayce parts the cheeks, collects the cream from my center to rub it along the tight ring. I brace myself, tensing as he lowers the object into that forbidden hole.

“Relax, my good, little Tessie. Open for him. Open for Mayce now. Be my good girl,” he encourages me, licking the side of my neck with the Fae pumping his fingers through the taut hole before dipping the object along the surrounding fluids.

“Mmm...” Tears squeeze from my eyes as I do my best to relax. No simple feat with my back pressing to the hard ash of the column and my legs still quivering on Drago’s shoulders. Once Mayce slides the object inside, I whimper from the stinging pain of it stretching that ring open. I clench my thighs, pumping my hips up and down, wishing I could push out the object.

A sudden heat radiates inside me, and I understand it’s from Mayce’s tongue flicking my clitoris, sucking upon my folds, and circling my wet slit. Erotic pressure forms in my belly, igniting my arousal, and I’m clenching hard around the object, knowing it’s responsible for this delirious sensation building within me.

“Does that feel good, Tessie?” Drago asks me and kneads my breast, thumbing my hard nipple. “Are you our pretty girl who likes having her ass filled? Tell me how it feels, sweetling.”

“Uhm...” I gulp and gaze down at the Fae, who flicks those warm earthen eyes upon mine, mesmerizing me. I nearly come from those orbs alone. “It’s strange and new, and it hurts, but the burning, the pressure...oh fuck, I think I’m going to—”

I inhale the deepest and longest breath I’ve ever taken. The pressure inside me bursts. Electricity tears through me. Flames roar, and my insides convulse. A carnal screech I’ve never heard before flees my mouth as I hurl over the edge. Soaring in a blazing inferno, burning me up from the inside out. Unraveling me till I’m breathless. With a deep and dark chuckle, Drago lowers my legs from his shoulders, sliding them downward, but I can’t possibly stand on my own.

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