Page 37 of The Sacrifice

“O—wy uck—ing s—it!” my curses are garbled from the leather, and I throw my head back, hips writhing as Drago works his way into my pussy. One. Excruciating. Inch. At. A. Time. His girth burns like flames, but those scaled ridges—oh sweet Waste!—all that heated muscle throbbing inside me is incomparable! Liquid fire in my veins. The pleasure of all that hot pressure hardening and swelling to volcanic proportions.

"Yes, you're such a dirty good girl, little Tessie. Take it, sweet pet. Take all my cocks," commands Drago, shoving deeper into me. Then he slides out, and I screech through the leather from him rocking in and out.

I hardly know whose finger is working at my swollen clit, whose mouths are suckling at my nipples. They're still swollen and sore from Drago's flogging, but teeth still nip and nibble, lips wrap around and suck hard. Sweat and tears blur my vision as I clench all my muscles around those impossible erections. But when a firm pocket of warmth envelopes the outline of my pussy beyond Drago’s cocks, I squint to find Mayce’s silky hand around the roots of those lengths.

And smoke and embers. I gasp as they flicker across my flesh but don’t burn, remembering the first time this happened when the Dragon King was just a man.

“Fucking souls!” Kyan exclaims on my right, but I’m too swept up in Drago’s rapturous violence to care.

He hammers me harder, deep-thrusting into me, power-fucking me. I moan and shudder from the spasms of bliss rippling inside me that are downright scandalous. They are the rumbling warnings. His next thrust pounds so deep, I scream through the leather, clenching from those scales chafing my insides, but those ridges and his soft crowns find my inner knot.

I explode. I shatter into glowing shards like thousands of those embers. And still, I hear his deep groan above my wild wails. “Fuck, Mayce!”

“My turn,” the Fae croons in a deep, velvety voice.

That’s when I realize why Drago ended up deeper inside me than ever. Oh, savage mercies, Mayce is the Fae god, his breeches lowered to his knees as he fucks him from behind. It’s so damned erotic to watch Drago’s jaw hard and grinding, from the pleasure erupting within his eyes. And as he times his poundings to Mayce’s, and as he cranes his neck back to unleash his tongue upon the Fae king, it’s enough to send me over the edge. Spiraling into mad oblivion. Wave after wave of trembling pleasure.

Drago chuckles and shifts his head to the side, eyeing his partner. "Seems she's enjoying herself, watching us fuck. Her pretty pussy just gushed all over me. That's it. Drip more. Be my dirty good pet, little Tessie. You're my perfect pain slut. Our superb slave." He cups my breast, kneads it, then twists the sore nipple. And I'm quaking and keening from his filthy praise, craving more. Never owned. Never wanted until now. So, I do drip more. I gush for him, my pussy warming itself. "Mmm...good pet. That's my worthy, wanton whore."

Warm lips crush on mine, and I taste Kyan’s familiar fresh essence. I wouldn’t need to open my eyes to understand it’s him. Not when his touch begins the most tender, followed by the most insistent. Once he coaxes his tongue into my inner depths, I’m powerless to resist the fallen angel, who kisses me with the dark breath of heaven. The pounding does not cease below me, and I cry out, hungry. Deeper, I need them all to go deeper, until it’s not just our bodies bonding. All this time, it’s been flesh and blood, bone and breath. I moan into Kyan’s mouth, wanting, struggling, burning for more.

As Drago pounds me harder, driving himself deeper, I feel his need uniting with mine. Masculine groans fill my ears from the Fae fucking the dragon. Raw tingles erupt on every trace of my skin at the sound, and I arch as much as possible, receiving Drago, receiving the blissful violence convulsing on my insides from him driving himself into me, fueled by Mayce behind him.

When icy fingertips tread upon the inside of my wrist, no more than a feathering, I roll my eyes to their ceilings to discover Merikh. I almost choke on a passionate sob. The intensity of his dark eyes as they hold my gaze. Enough power to seize my breath, but the tips of his fingers are like the cold kiss of frost upon my wrist. Another touch. While I don’t dare to rip my eyes from Merikh’s arresting gaze, I recognize Mayce, his simpering, dark chuckle as he begins to slide the butt plug in and out, fucking me with it, nor does he lose momentum or rhythm of fucking Drago. Kyan...he kisses each of my nipples before roaming his mouth to my center to lick my bloated clit, kissing the hypersensitive nub, and circling it like a prized, swollen pearl.

And the moment Drago growls, the moment he rubs his clawed thumb to his mark upon my mound, possessive and predatory, is when I fall into the longest, strongest, and most torrential orgasm ever. In the midst of those back-to-back waves of pure ecstasy, the truth seals itself into my heart like a raw and forever brand: I am the slave of monsters. The captive of kings. The pet of the gods. How could I ever imagine leaving their prison?

A moment later, Drago roars, joining me, his hips jerking so hard. Flaming seed spills into my channel and floods my womb. It only increases the height of my climax. So powerful, a growing unconsciousness eclipses my vision, and I scream long and high. I pass out with Merikh’s eyes locked onto mine, wondering, this is all a mad dream. No. Of course, they aren’t my sweetest dream.

They’re my beautiful nightmare.

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"...we have a surprise for you."

DRAGO

“Such a sweet, little pet,” I rumble low. Fucking loved how she spasmed all around me with all that tight, hot flesh. So wet, she’d gushed all over my cocks.

In the moment she came, I would have sworn her essence, her energy grew fucking tethers with hooks to grapple all of ours. She was here. She was real and raw and alive as blood and spirit. Not only had she accepted all our marks, she’d received all of us in that moment, so gods-damn alive and aware of all our touches. Yes, she’d taken both my dragon cocks with a hellish strength, but she’d surrendered to Mayce’s kinky torment of her ass, she’d welcomed Kyan’s kiss like a falling star lost from heaven, and most of all: she’d suffered Merikh’s diabolical power—his dark, disturbed compulsion. I’d recognized how he’d used it on her, stoking her craving, her need.

Now, she was ours. Ours to protect, to pleasure, to possess. And mine to fuck. The fire in my blood, the hunger in my belly, and the armor of my scales. I’d fight for her, break bones for her, burn the fucking Waste down for her. Hell, I’d bleed for her. Little Tessie has mauled her way into the heart of a dragon. And I’ll never let her escape.

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Her eyes blink open as I lower her into the steamy, healing waters of the bathhouse. Her appreciative moan tunnels its way beyond my skin, and I chuckle at her rubbing her face upon my chest, a tiny rivulet of drool trickling from the corner of her mouth. Warm and sated. A little warmer than usual, I grin at the echoes of our fucking all over her flesh in the form of little sparks.

“Now, now, little Tessie, there will be no sleeping yet. It will be our Solstice celebration soon, and we have a surprise for you.”

Her sigh is so light and pretty as I and Mayce take time to wash her of my cum after I’d pulled out and painted her pretty tits with my seed. Over the past few weeks, we’ve come to learn how much she desires touch of any kind, though her erogenous zones are her favorite. Quintessa rarely dresses or bathes herself, preferring other hands. And despite having ordered the construction of her very own ash and gold chair, she chooses to grace each of our laps at mealtimes. Except for Merikh’s, of course as the damn devil still refuses to accept her. Fucking hypocrite since I’ve caught him on more than one occasion haunting her steps on her walks along the palace grounds with the scourge of a rook fox.

And like the creature she’s nursed back to health and cared for, turning it into her precious pet, she has blossomed with us. The irony that this red-blooded girl would blossom in an accursed place such as the Waste. Or perhaps not so ironic when considering our bond. Every time I fuck her, she’s fed off my essence. Whatever her soul is made of, it’s strong enough to resurrect my power. And claim some for herself. Power that has filled her out exquisitely.

Mayce winks, his hand pausing in the middle of washing her, fingers lingering upon her breast. She hisses her unquenchable hunger when I cup one from below as he palms the firm, warm flesh, and we both nod in acknowledgement of how she’s gone up a size. Her hips are stronger, muscles more developed while her thighs are thicker, and there’s just a hint of plumpness upon her flat stomach. Where her cheeks were on the verge of sunken-in before, now they are healthy and rosy.

In the brief time she’s lived with us, eating second or third helpings, and with how busy we keep her, our little Tessie has rebirthed her womanhood that was stolen through years of neglect and blood-binding duties. Even some of her scars have faded, though we’ve given her some new temporary marks. I chuckle at the bite marks already fading from her skin due to the healing waters.

“Is this all you do?” she asks softly, leaning into Mayce’s warm palm as he fondles her plump breast, squeezing the tender flesh.

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