Page 14 of Winter's Dragons. Frozen Flames
He tasted like me, a little salty, a little sharp, and I found that I liked it. I liked the feel of his body over my own even more, and I embraced the truth of his words just like I embraced him. "I will," I promised, this time completely serious. "I'll never forget."
We had made many mistakes in our past exchanges, but nothing was perfect, not even untainted snow and definitely not relationships. Life was all about learning and adjusting. We might occasionally stumble and fall, but we'd pick one another up and move forward.
We were soulmates, and in the end, that was the only thing that mattered.
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Cheimon
The day after the arrival of my soulmates' families, I woke up in my quarters curled between my dragons, nursing yet another headache as foul as some of the hangovers Pandora's Bacchanals tended to leave behind. I groaned, reaching for my temples in an attempt to massage the soreness away.
Usually, my magic handled the problem before I could even become aware of it. The stress of the past couple of days and the constant use of my abilities must have been putting a greater strain on me than I had realized.
As expected, my dragons instantly noticed something was not right. They appeared to have awakened before me and had been watching over me while I slept, so my gesture triggered their immediate alarm. "Are you all right, treasure?" Raijin asked, cupping my cheek with almost excruciating gentleness.
"Just a bit of a headache," I answered, trying to force a smile. "I'm sure it's fatigue, nothing more."
Raijin scowled, not seeming very convinced by my attempt to reassure him. "Do you need anything? A massage, maybe?"
I would've had to be a very stupid woman to refuse that offer. My dragons gave the best massages, and it was not the first time I'd resorted to the aid of their skillful hands. As much as they might have enjoyed claiming me on my throne, the damn thing remained as uncomfortable as always when I actually did have to use it, and my back was starting to get cramps. I was beginning to contemplate the potential of building an alternative that was less harsh on my spine.
For the moment, that could wait, as my dragons were more than qualified to cure my temporary affliction. Granted, they didn't stick to just massaging my forehead, but I didn't expect them to. Their massages were always best when they caressed every single part of me, including the insides of my body.
This morning, they were gentle. Raijin rolled me over on top of him and guided me to lie down on his chest. As I relaxed against him, he slowly began to massage my scalp, sending tingles of power through my aching temples. He was no healer, but his magic felt soothing, regardless, making all the tension drift away into a smooth, lazy relaxation.
When Emmerich's hot hands swept over my back, the somewhat platonic experience quickly turned sexual. Without moving from my very comfortable position, I spread my legs to grant my dragons better access to the places where I most needed them to touch me. By now, my headache had already faded under Raijin's skilled, tender touch, and I found that I wanted to begin my day with taking them inside me.
Pandora always did say there was nothing like a small orgy before breakfast. It was a little ironic that my life was finally echoing the words she had been hammering into my brain for years, but how could I care about things like that when I had three dedicated lovers ready to fulfill my every wish?
Raijin's erect dick was already nudging the slick folds of my wet pussy. It was a simple matter to slide down and position myself over his shaft, allowing him to slip inside me.
A choked cry escaped my lips, entwining with Raijin's own groan, and those of my other two dragons. "You're so beautiful, Cassia," Emmerich whispered behind me, his voice full of gravel. He smoothed his hands over the skin of my ass in a caress that seemed almost reverential. "The most beautiful woman in the world."
Kerryn pressed a kiss to my shoulder, and his lips seemed to leave behind a brand that sizzled with sexual energy. "Perfect. Our priceless treasure. You were born for us."
I had doubts about the extent of my absolute perfection, but I could not argue with the latter statement. For many years, I'd believed that I'd been born to carry the weight of the throne of Tou Cheimóna, but I could see now that maybe I'd been mistaken in my assumption. No matter what responsibilities my life had guided me toward, my soul and my body had always been waiting for them.
"Yes," I replied, just as softly. "I was born for you."
Because of that knowledge, when I felt Emmerich's dick push in next to Raijin's, a part of me wasn't surprised. I belonged to them. They could take me however they pleased, and my body would accommodate them.
Granted, these were dragon-shifters, already quite gifted in the genitals department, so suffice to say, it was a tight fit. Still, Emmerich was careful, his motions almost impossibly slow. He gave me time to adjust to the overwhelming sensations, all the while exploring my lower back with his hands as if to deliver the massage they had all originally promised. I was grateful for it, not because I felt any pain, but because I feared that had he pushed me faster or gone too quickly, I'd have already come. I wasn't prepared for that. I wasn't sure I ever would be.
"Please," I gasped, not sure what I was asking for, but unable to stop myself, regardless.
My dragons knew me better than I knew myself. As soon as Emmerich had bottomed out inside me, Kerryn took hold of my hair and rubbed his hard cock against my lips. I obediently opened my mouth, and he slid in, just as slowly as Emmerich had, even if we'd done this many times before.
My eyes drifted shut as I allowed myself to enjoy the sheer intensity of feeling my dragons inside me. My mind cleared of every single thought that didn't involve them and this moment we shared. And as my soulmates began to move, I fell out of the reality I had once inhabited, into a world where only the four of us existed.
More than a world, it felt like a dream. Everything was smooth, gentle, almost lazy, as if the incredible passion that always flared between us had pushed us to a point where we couldn't process the full extent of it. Come to think of it, that was actually a pretty accurate description, at least in my case. I had trouble distinguishing each individual sensation from the other, the hot from the cold, the dark from the light, my magic from theirs. Maybe I should've deemed it unnerving, but instead, I found comfort in it.
The girth of Kerryn's cock stretched my lips, but his motions were slow and shallow, almost like he wasn't seeking friction or suction per se. Raijin wasn't doing much thrusting at all, contenting himself with holding me while Emmerich took me from behind. And yet, there was something deeply satisfying and decadent about it, something that went beyond the stretch, the burn, and the feeling of fullness. Their magic traveled over me, invading my every pore, caressing every nerve ending, leaving no part of me untouched and unloved. My nipples ached and tingled, my head was spinning and my pussy pulsed around the two cocks inside me. I felt like I was floating, wrapped in the embrace of a blizzard that consumed everything in its path, and yet was more serene than my palace would ever be.
Both alien and familiar, the experience was so intense I almost feared that I would shatter. My dragons' voices carried me through it all, strong, fierce, and yet, so very kind. "That's it, treasure. Let yourself feel."
"You're perfect."
"You belong to us."
