Page 41 of The Sacrifice

Without another word, the vampire snatches the fruit from her palm, dismissing how his claws have shed a couple lines of blood on her wrist. I don’t have time to teach the bloody prick a lesson. Not when Tessie scurries to my throne, smiles, and offers me her orange. Steeling my spine, breath growing heavier, tighter, I glance at the orange, surprised by the clove design. Where I expected curling flames, instead, Tessie has decorated the outline of a dragon. And a female rider.

Let her see me tonight, Drago, he urges me, voice deepening.

I growl internally, knowing full well he doesn’t simply mean the platonic type of riding. For now, I drop the orange to the floor at my feet and grip her waist, hauling her closer, until she’s straddling me.

“Did you not like it? Is something wrong?” she wonders, threading her brows, her eyes lustrous from the firelight.

“Yes,” I don’t hesitate to state as my organs twitch again, and my veins surge with bloody desire. “Take me out, Tessie,” I command in a low voice.

She swings her head from side to side, then gazes at me, wide-eyed, lips parted. “Here? Now?”

“Now, my pet.”

Licking her lips and checking around her, Tessie swallows an insecure knot before sinking her dainty hand into my breeches. And pauses with a startled gasp at discovering both my cocks, their tips wetted with need for her. Mayce is keenly aware of what is going on, but he doesn’t interfere. Once she’s retrieved my throbbing shafts, long and hard enough to nearly reach my knee, and pointing to their sole desire at the apex of her thighs, I lift the front of her skirts. Thanks to my earlier stipulations regarding her clothing, she wears no underthings, leaving no barrier.

“We’re going to play a little game, sweet pet,” I tell her while cupping her cheek and smirking when she shudders. “You will sit on my cocks. And I will feed you dinner. If at any time, you try to move on your own or you so much as clench your muscles around my shafts, I will turn you around, rip off this gown, and fuck you before the open Court.”

I resist the urge to chuckle and spread my lips into a grin at how her eyes widen, as large as saucers. “But if you are a good girl, at the end of the meal, I will simply fuck you like this with your skirts and bodice shielding us from view. Is everything quite clear?”

Her stomach issues a little growl right before Tessie grins, rises up, and lowers her hips to impale herself on my cocks.

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"Now, fucking ride your dragon..."

QUINTESSA

I throw my head back with a whimper. This is so much harder than it seems because I must wiggle from side to side and propel myself down and down, inch by glorious inch. Until all his dangerous and armored lengths have speared me so deeply, I’d swear they’re penetrating my internal organs. A grunt leaves his throat. Beneath my hands, his muscles tense while his skin grows hotter. More scales cover his arms, chest, and stomach, I’m almost concerned he will transform into his half-dragon. His cocks pulse inside me, and against every instinct, I force myself not to move, not to clench. No, it wouldn’t be too much of a sacrifice if he followed through with his deal, but I’d rather prove to him that I may win this battle.

Still, he’s so large, my throat fills up with tears. Those ridges, like tiny rolling hills upon his cocks, nudge my inner walls, pressing against that inner knot in a motionless torment. His scales flare like little, armored wings. And every inch of him burns and stretches my tender flesh.

As if noticing how rushed my breath is, Drago touches his lips to my cheek and murmurs, “You may shift once to stretch those legs and widen your hips.” Oh, merciful Waste! I don’t hesitate. I flare my hips and shift in a full 360, finding some way to sit that is more manageable for the pressure. “Good girl, spread that pretty pussy for me.”

I gaze down at the small space between us, stunned by how close we are joined. The sense of the forbidden, of scandal, and public display are enough to spiral more damp heat to my center.

“Sweet, dirty girl,” Drago croons low in my ear, his lips traveling across my jawline. “Dripping all over my cocks. I’ll have you gushing before the night’s over.”

“Drago...mmm,” I whimper and squeeze my eyes, uncertain of how much longer I can do this without clenching. My cunt is damned desperate for friction, for fulfillment.

“Wine, little Tessie...” he coaxes the goblet rim to my lips. “Drink. It will help.”

My parents never allowed me to have wine, of course. Rylinne and Daya received their fair share, but never me. I remember one of the times Pater locked me in the root cellar, he’d left a dusty bottle down there. To this day, I’m convinced it had gone bad since it was so rancid.

“I-uh...” I trail off and bite my lower lip, hesitant to drink.

Drago throbs once inside me, and I almost buck, lurching, but freeze the second he narrows his eyes in a deadly warning, “Do as you’re told, Tessie.”

Lifting the goblet to my lips, I slowly inch out my tongue and try the barest surface drop. Oh, bleeding gods, I hadn’t expected this sweetness! Before I realize it, I’ve tipped the entire contents of the goblet down my throat, luxuriating in the sweet but sharp taste of the drink. And how it warms and dulls my insides. Somehow, despite that sense of numbing, it’s not unwelcome.

“Appears as though you missed a little something...” Drago remarks with a grin and traces his finger near a trickling line of red liquid that disappears below my cleavage. “I believe I should check the insides of this bodice. Hand-stitched from my scales, and I do not appreciate any stains upon what I’ve shed.”

At first, I hold my breath. Is he ser—oh! The second he tugs down the bodice, he scoops up my breasts and proceeds to lick his way across the swells of pale flesh. All of me leans closer. His breath is so hot, his tongue wet and rough as he’s grown his dragon one. That’s when I register what he’s doing as he punishes my tits, circling around and around the areola but staying clear of the peaked tips. He wants me to lose.

Instead, I relax all my limbs. Any tension in my body, I work to loosen, until my inner walls embrace, surrender, and caress each and every ridge and scale. My blood sizzles with each lash of his tongue. More embers flicker to the surface to mirror the currents of flames spiraling from his body. Merikh startles me when he shoves off his throne and disappears into the throngs of Waste-folk.

Just as quickly as he’d begun, Drago jerks my bodice up and barks for a servant to bring us a platter.

“Ignore my partner, Tessie,” Kyan alerts me from nearby, lifting his fingers to stroke his chin. “He has his reasons for his responses. Not even I know all of them.”

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