Page 51 of The Sacrifice

All that matters is the present. And Drago is carrying me to our room.

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“It’s time for you to meet my Dragon.”

DRAGO

I’m still going to kick his ass.

After I bathed her and massaged oil into every trace of her pretty scarred, snowdrop skin, little Tessie begged me to fuck her. I refused at first, claiming she needed rest and healing after what my bastard brother did. But I lost the battle when she lifted that tight little ass and started rubbing the ample flesh against my cock. So, I gave her a few good spankings until her ass turned a lovely shade of red before gripping her hips and plowing both my cocks hard into her from behind.

Together, we fall onto the bed, properly winded. She looks adorable. Cheeks flushed. Silver gray strands caked to the sweat on her face. Breath coming in frenzied pants. Glazed eyes. Best of all, that goofy, post-coital smile. Despite how I’ve just come inside her, she’s making it too damn difficult for my cocks to calm and retreat into their protective pouch. Flames roam all up and down my body, mirroring the embers that frolic upon hers. The second I trace one finger across her cheek, she startles, hypersensitive to my touch.

“Mmm...” she hums appreciatively, and the sound is like a fucking purr that shoots straight to my cocks. I roll onto my side, adjusting, only to be caught off guard when my little pet pounces on me.

“Woman, what the—” I laugh at the sight of her on top of me. Hell, she’s gorgeous like this as she tosses her hair to one side and stares down at me with a mischievous smile. Fuck, I feel my hot cum mixed with her juices dripping onto my belly from where she’s perched. And when she starts touching herself...“Oh, you dirty, naughty, little pet.”

“Shhh, Master...” she whispers and winks before fondling her breasts and pinching her tight nipples to even harder buds. I’m so fucked for this girl! And not just because she wears my fire so gorgeously. Not just because she’s the only one who ever has. I don’t care how selfish I am to want to keep her here in my bed and never release her. As long as the curse binds our blood and souls, none of my brothers can fuck her. Only if the curse is lifted...

At least they share in my pleasure through our bond. Someday soon, she will ask what we are forbidden to reveal. The nature of our curse, the orchestrator, and how to break it. I fear this won’t be enough. We won’t be enough. I won’t be enough. She will run as all others have. And this time, she will take my heart with her.

For now, I’ll savor every moment with her.

Grinning, I prop my elbows behind my head and lean back, enjoying the sight. Damn it all to hell, this insatiable girl will be the death of me. I love how her scars peek out from the fine swirls of ink decorating her skin. I love how her breasts, pussy, and ass are bereft of those tattoos to show her fair skin and rosy tits and pink, swollen folds. She wears all our marks, but it’s not enough. I want to see my welts and bruises covering every inch of her. I want my bite marks on her breasts. My cocks throb against the back of her thigh when her fingers slide across my mark upon her mound and lower. A low growl works itself in my throat when she parts those swollen, juicy lips, the soft, slick folds. She shows me the deep pink slit, the wet sweetness just waiting for my tongue beyond her fingertip. The hood of her clit is a lovely shade of pink, but I want it fucking red from my teeth.

When her hands move back to her breasts, I clench my jaw, flick my eyes to hers, and narrow them with a command, “I’m starving, pet. Feed your pretty tits to me now.”

A tremor rocks through her, and I grin when she clenches those thighs. But she responds beautifully, lowering herself until those pert breasts are within reach of my tongue. I don’t give a fuck if they’re not full, they’re not too full. They’re perfect with rounded undersides and they slope upward. And damn if I don’t love the way the firefly embers on her skin twirl around those dainty, rose nipples. Catching one taut bud, I have no reservations when I sink my teeth around the flesh. Tessie hisses sharply, instincts causing her to rise. But that would tear her more, so I center one hand on her back, holding her steady as she gasps. A few more seconds, that’s my good pet, I commend her silently while digging my teeth in a little harder. Turned on more by the sound of her yelp and adorable whimper.

Finally, I unclench my teeth and pull away with just enough distance to study. And pinch her nipple. Her eyes grow damp, but so does her pussy, confirming how much she gets off on the pain. “Mmm...” I circle my tongue around her erect nipple and murmur, “You look delicious with my bite mark on your tit, little Tessie. Take a deep breath, sweet pet.”

I mark her other breast until the flesh is raised, swollen, and puckered from the imprint of my teeth. After, I make sure to suckle her tits, pleased by how she grinds her wet pussy against my cocks. For a moment, I wonder what they would look like swollen and filled with milk to nourish a strong dragon son. But it's wishful thinking with this damned curse.

Finished with her tits, I grip her hips, ready to impale her on my shafts, but she shakes her head and whispers in my ear, “Wait...Master, please. I...” she trails off, but she doesn’t need to explain. Everything inside me turns hot and aches as she works her way down to my cocks.

“Fuck!” I curse when her warm, comely mouth slides over one erection, then the other. And finally...over both. Fisting my hands in the sheets with flames raging all over my chest, I bear with it for a few more seconds of crazed control. All that wet, silky heat folding around my dragon cocks. My scales flare, but she dares to go deeper! Unable to withstand any longer, I grip her head, shoving her down, desperate to feel as much of the wet sheathe of her mouth as possible. She chokes and gags, but she holds. Dammit, my balls draw up, firmer and heavier than boulders. No woman has ever taken both my cocks. But she swallows the heads into her throat. With tears streaming down her face and her cheeks sunken in, she’s never looked more vulnerable. Or exquisite.

But when her chest heaves, and her eyes roll to their ceilings, I rip my cocks from her. Almost fainting, she falls into my arms, sucking deep draughts of air.

“Yes, my pet, breathe. That’s my good girl.” I hold her close and sift my fingers into her hair as she shivers against me. “Such a beautiful pet pleasing her master and sucking his cocks.”

Dragomir...he invades our beautiful moment.

Despite my muscles tightening, I kiss the side of her head and bark a growl to my inner beast, What do you want?

You know what I want.

I won't have you destroying our new room.

Or her for that matter, I imagine the enormous dragon cock we share penetrating her. I imagine how it would split her apart. Not just my well-endowed, scaled cocks born of man and dragon. No, this would be my beast's cock. All dragon. All scaled and ridged, thicker than a trunk, and long enough to penetrate her womb and spill our fucking seed.

Take her outside. Now, Drago. If you don't give me what I want now, it won't be just the room I'll destroy. Ten thousand years. ten thousand years, I've slumbered and suffered. Other than the first night. And don't try to tell me you didn't enjoy it just as fucking much.

I can sense that toothy grin of his, and I growl, remembering how he'd taken her when she'd still slept, passed out after what was virtually her time.

I heave a sigh because I can’t. Her greedy heat had encased us, so damn unbelievable. So tight and hot, I was convinced I’d spit flames from my eyes. I want that pressure again. I want to feel her stretched around our dragonhood. My pulse thunders with need, the hunger stoking heat into my belly.

“Quintessa.”

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