Page 15 of Winter's Dragons. Frozen Flames
"Our soulmate."
"Cassia."
"You feel so good."
I couldn't keep track of who said what. It did not matter anyway. The feeling behind the words was always the same, as was my response to it. Even if they had not spoken, I would have still known it. I would've still understood the meaning of their actions, just like they could understand mine, despite my obvious inability to talk. Ultimately, that knowledge and emotion pushed me over the edge, into an orgasm that echoed against the very center of my being.
My mind became a complete blank, and I lost track of my surroundings entirely. For a few moments, or maybe, for an age, I was utterly consumed by the wave of ecstasy my dragons had awakened inside of me. Its power was beautiful and bright, hot and cold, like a frozen flame, and I embraced it, knowing that I belonged to it as much as I did to the timeless magic of Chronikos.
When I came to once again, I was on my back, with my dragons slowly wiping me down with a cloth they had produced from... somewhere. "Are you all right, treasure?" Kerryn asked as soon as he realized I was cognizant.
"Never better," I answered. I felt so clear-headed and calm, my magic sated and content. At this rate, I wouldn't need a meditation chamber at all, only a few minutes alone with my dragons and one of their so-called massages. "Thank you."
"It was our absolute pleasure, Cassia," Emmerich said with a quick smirk. "We're at your disposal any time you need us. We mean that most sincerely."
I arched a brow and eyed the expanse of his naked body, including his still half-hard cock. They must've come as well at one point, but their interest in me and their libidos had always been pretty remarkable. I had no doubt that they would be able to provide a repeat performance if I so desired. "I'm sure you do," I teased him. "I'll make sure to take you up on the offer."
I was very tempted to do exactly that, but I did not get the chance. The sound of furious knocking at the door of my quarters shattered the moment and propelled us back into reality.
"Your Majesty!" a familiar voice called out in audible alarm. "Your Majesty!"
It was December. I hadn't heard him sound so frantic or so energetic since the incident with Jack. It wasn't in his character to easily panic. Whatever had brought him to my door this morning could not be good.
I exchanged a look with my dragons, and they nodded at me. "We'll handle it," Raijin said.
They quickly rolled out of bed and grabbed the nearest robes they could find. As they exited the bedroom and went to let my lieutenant in, I rushed to clean myself up from the rest of my lovers' emissions and find something appropriate to wear.
It did not take me long to accomplish my self-appointed task of achieving a presentable appearance, but by the time I left my bedchambers, December had already provided my dragons with his report. The glum expressions on their faces did not bode well.
"What happened?" I asked without preamble. "What's wrong?"
"We've just received a report from the patrol led by Terrifying. They've found the messenger from Queen Phthinoporon. He appears to have been attacked while delivering the letter you sent to your sister yesterday. Your Majesty, he's dying."
