Page 31 of The Sacrifice

And then, I realize it’s not simply Mayce. Kyan and Merikh have entered the bathhouse, roaming their eyes across my naked figure. The vampire sheds his black trenchcoat, discarding it upon one of the benches. Kyan does the same with his jeans and t-shirt.

I stagger, and that’s when I feel it, feel them. Turning, I choke on a shriek at the sight of the two dragon cocks, immense, ridged, scaled, and thick pointing a direct line for their target. For me.

“Don’t be afraid,” coos Drago, and I turn my nose up at him with a frown.

“I’m not. Just...intrigued.” I creep my fingers toward those throbbing shafts, swollen with fresh-charged blood. They’re large as clubs, black, and slightly curved at the end. Since Drago doesn’t stop me, I close the distance between me and touch the crown of the right cock. The instant I do, all the scales flare, and I shriek, pulling back. Drago roars a laugh, but Mayce seizes my wrist and moves my hand back to the cock.

“Now, now, Drago,” scolds Mayce while directing me back to the organs. “Don’t tease her.”

Out of the corner of my eye, Kyan stares at us from the southwest pool, his eyes curious and observant with his lips tugging into a smile. Merikh, on the other hand, keeps his back turned, cupping water, and wetting his dark hair. Regardless, it’s clear they are all quite comfortable with one another.

Bold, I take a step forward, close enough for the cocks to nearly rub my upper belly. And go so far as to clutch the head of one, but I can barely wrap my hand around the crown. Much less the girth. “I felt the scales inside me,” I say, mesmerized as the one throbs beneath my hand while the other twitches. Again, the scales flare, offering me a view of the large vein beneath them. When I sink my fingers beneath the scales, where the skin is like hot silk, the dragon king groans, lids lowering, eyes sultry and ravenous.

“Yes, I bear a single male organ when I’m in man form.” He puffs more smoke through his nostrils. “I may grow scales on that cock, but it’s nothing like my twin ones. They’re designed to stimulate the female’s reproductive system,” hints Drago with a wink.

My chest squeezes, and I flinch but don’t stop tracing the scales, the skin. “Does that mean I will...?” The thought of carrying a dragon baby inside my womb captivates me—an egg or half-dragon baby?—but not enough that I want it now.

“No, you will not get pregnant. But rest assured, sweetling, you will take both of me,” growls Drago before he swipes his tongue across each of my breasts, laving the nipples, and sending a surge of heat inside me. Before I may ask any more questions, he stabs a finger to the ledge of the gazebo inches to my left and barks, “Sit.”

I do. No protest. The flames in his emerald eyes reveal how much he’s burning inside, lusting for . Once I’m seated, Drago taps my knee, his eyes on my pussy. “Open.”

Breath quaking, I do as I’m told, spreading my legs to show him my cunt. But all I see are those two cocks, and I can’t fathom how they’ll both fit, but I lick my lips, eager to try. Drago’s teeth show when he smiles.

“Now, curve your knees. And set your feet upon the ledge. Your left foot to the left column, and your right to the other.”

It’s uncomfortable, especially with my legs still shaky from the orgasms he and Mayce gave me. And the plug applies even more pressure in my backside. It forces my legs so wide, it’s a painful stretch with my hips thrusting forward. Balance precarious. But it gives him full, uninhibited access to me. And I tremble at the thought of those cocks invading me, at how deep they will penetrate me in this position. I part my lips, wetting them, and tip my head back, so my hair skirts the marble below me.

My body thrums, so intense, I can imagine thousands of dragonfly wings fluttering across my skin, tantalizing every sense and nerve. Strong enough to pucker my nipples more. Strong enough for my inner muscles to clench, triggering my cunt to squelch.

“Look at you,” Drago says with warm approval in his deep voice, and I moan from the claws of his hand scraping down my inner thigh, dragging across the raised flesh of my scars, following the sinuous curves and curls of my tattoos. “So pretty. So open. So willing. And your little bottom stretched around that jeweled plug. You’re such a good girl. And you confound me. You bewilder us.”

“What are you hiding, Quintessa?” Mayce’s velvety voice so close to my ear prickles the hair on the back of my neck.

I lean closer to him, my lips a breath above his, and I scent the smoke and soil drifting from him as I whisper, “Perhaps I’d rather play with the monsters than kill them. Master Mayce.” I bravely kiss his cheek.

Out of the corner of my eye, I catch the sight of the vampire’s eyes on me. Merikh’s gaze isn’t simply spine-chilling, nor bone-chilling. It freezes my very soul. Kyan’s is the opposite. Unlike Mayce who warms me, or Drago who ignites me, Kyan’s serene blue eyes tranquilize me. Merikh looks at me like he’s about to devour me.

When Drago wets the crowns of his cocks with my fluids, I jolt. But I realize it’s not from his cocks a moment later. Awash with pain, my whole body protests, clenching and forcing a barrier to keep him out. A cold sweat attacks the back of my neck while a familiar but far more intense pain rattles my very heart.

It’s the same pain I felt the night my father tried to exorcise Qora.

Qora.

Flinching, I shift on the ledge, moving my hips. The urgency sears itself into me until I’m nearly lurching. Qora is in trouble. Panicked breath leaves my throat in a frenzy of tattered gasps. Qora is in danger.

No matter how much my slit is hungry, greedy for those cocks and their challenge, I clench hard and sit up, disobeying the Kings, disobeying these gods, these monsters.

“I have to go…” I tell them, my voice coming in pants.

All four tense, rising to attention. Drago growls, leaning in while deepening those fathomless emerald eyes upon mine. “You have two choices before you, little Tessie. If you remain here and take my cocks like a good, sweet pet, we will reward you beyond your greatest rapture. But if you go, if you choose to leave now, for any reason, we will hunt you. We haven’t had the pleasure of hunting our prey in quite a long time. And when we catch you, we will punish you. Do you understand?”

I understand, but it doesn’t matter. The pain grows worse while he speaks. It claws thick, sharp thorns inside me, feels like Qora is being severed from me.

I want the monsters, but I love Qora. Even if she is more monstrous than they.

Drago chuckles richly as I leave the sanctum of the gazebo. Beneath the waves of pain, my skin still tingles from my desire, but I rush for the clothes forsaken on that bench. Merikh flares his nostrils, his jaw setting as rigid as iron when I clutch his trench coat. But I don’t care about incurring the vampire’s wrath. It’s the quickest and largest piece of clothing that will cover me.

I need to get to Qora.

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