The Flesh of Titans

by Victoria Mercier

  ​The air conditioning failed to keep the temperature on a stable level. It increased noticeably. Demi-dragons were seriously stirred by my revelations.

  ​“If this all is true, if you’re the prophesied Trinity and an angel is after you, then I should tell you a little story.” Bastiel’s face darkened as if to herald dark words he was about to utter. “Angels aren’t a typical Prime Power. Despite Earthlings’ religion, angels prefer to stay in the shadow. Whatever they do, it never comes directly from them. They use proxies. That makes hard to hold them accountable for the atrocities they have committed throughout time and space. I bet that Atrax has never told you my story… or rather the story of my world.”

  ​Demi-dragons murmured mesmerized by the sudden openness of their oldest brother.

  ​“I was born more than a thousand years ago, the exact date doesn’t exist in the memory of living anymore. I remember Atrax to be a loving and protective father. Nothing of that man remained in him though. Years before my adulthood. He was called back to Thuradurim, one of the dragons’ colonies, to deal with the unrest. He meant to go alone but I was crying and crying until he relented. He took me with him, breaking his orders.” Bastiel stopped, stood up then grabbed the only full bottle of vodka. He took a swig, keeping his expression neutral. “It turned out that the same day my planet was destroyed.”

  ​It evoked silence so cold and intense that I thought that I’d be able to see my breaths. Bastiel continued. “Atrax called it the Heavenly Fire. It hit my planet reducing it to atoms. Nothing remained, not even a grain of sand. Atrax hid me on Thuradurim, but his mental state deteriorated shortly after this. He didn’t recognize me anymore. I watched him go on a rampage when some dragons from the capital arrived to question him. He was a formidable dragon, drenched in agony. He demanded that dragons go to war with angels over my destroyed planet. They refused even to vote on such a possibility. He vowed then to end angels himself. Over the centuries his mind has healed, but Atrax you know is nothing but a shade of a man he was.”

  ​“What about you? Weren’t the angels trying to kill you?” someone asked.

  ​“Not at first, even my own father forgot about my existence. I was safe on Thuradurim. Then somehow, the angels learned I hadn’t perished with my planet and they had been hunting me until the war with Titans broke out.”

  ​“Why are you telling us this, all of sudden?” Nix voiced the question that must have been on everyone’s minds.

  ​“Because I believe our time here is over.” The mood soured. In the end, I grabbed that wine and drunk it up. Too much information to stomach in one sitting.

  ​Dramer was on his feet, I needed no bond to sense how emotionally shatter he was. Nix held his emotions in check, but Lotian couldn’t. Waves of anger pulsed out of him. So, the people that were after me, they had destroyed the entire planet and nobody had done anything about it. A bad sign for my future here. Shouldn’t my father or mother take me to their respective planets? Wouldn't I be safer on the planet full of the Pures? Gods, this is fucked up. Coming from the Wastelands into this shit. And I thought nothing can be worse than the Academy.

  ​“I need a shower,” Bastiel said. “Can I, Lotian?”

  ​“Sure, just pick an empty room. You can stay as long as you want. This house is too much for one person.”

  ​Lotian, shaken by Bastiel’s story, approached me. With Dramer around, he stepped rather carefully. Nix was different than them, even though he almost had walked into the Academy and had challenged a pure unicorn. Other than that he was a bastion of rationality and common sense. He looked at me and Lotian from the chair, his thoughts quiet, his eyes warm but distant. I liked his blonde mane which in the warm orange light attained a golden hue. Nix snapped his fingers and his sharp clothes changed into casual blue shorts and a yellow T-shirt. It quickened my pulse. If not for the circumstances I’d jump on him. Lotian’s delicate touch rushed it even further. We dangled at the end of the rope. Beneath us swam sharks while above were bloodthirsty tigers. And the rope didn’t look very sturdy.

  ​Lotian followed his brother and his clothes changed colors too. Red shorts and a magenta shirt. Dramer remained in his unchanged clothes. Lotian’s hands sneaked below my ribs and embraced me in the waist. I inhaled sharply as the lust spiked in my bloodstream. Lotian had the same thoughts as me.

  ​“We have to do something,” Dramer’s eyes stayed on the window that showed a projection of a sea that had died during the Titan War. “If we have to, we will take Flare out of this planet.”

  ​Nix agreed, but Lotian hesitated. I reached to him in my mind, but he replied verbally. “As much as I hate to admit it, I believe that abandoning the prophecy of Trinity is a mistake.”

  ​Dramer whirled, Nix tensed understanding peril. If Dramer killed Lotian, even accidentally, our lives would be forsaken. Idiot Lotian shoved me behind him as if it could help.

  ​“Let him speak, Dramer,” I snapped as I pushed Lotian aside, which wasn’t easy. How the hell they had so many muscles without being in the gym twenty-four hours per day.

  ​Luckily, Dramer waited.

  ​Lotian grunted massaging his ribs where I touched him. A showman.

  ​“Considering everything we have learned so far. Angels, Mirenne, our father, I understand one thing. While Mirenne and Atrax know about Flare, this mysterious angel, or whatever it is, doesn’t. I understand our father’s motives. He needs Flare to destroy the angels. But why Mirenne? What do the unicorns want from her? If we run away now, then it’s like tipping off that mysterious bastard that Flare is who she is. The rest of her existence she will be hunted by them but—”

  ​“But if we wait, and let the prophecy unfold, she would gain the true power and going to be able to fulfill her destiny,” Bastiel finished for Lotian. I tried to get my eyes off him. Why the fuck he thought it smart to walk into the dining room in the towel wrapped around his waist? His caramel-hued skin, pronounced abdomen muscles, hard chest and biceps were no longer hidden by the black coat. I wiped the drool from my lips hoping that no one saw it. Who sculpted this body? His long hair dripped beads of water on his shoulders and collarbones creating clear veins that rushed down until they reached the floor where the water pooled at Bastiel’s feet.

  ​Lotian stepped forward, cutting the view. I used that moment to snap out of the trance. All demi-dragons possessed godlike bodies but with each of them, I’ve had a moment of weakness. It wouldn’t be wise to fall for Bastiel. Three demi-dragons were explosive enough.

  ​“You have to work on your sentences, Lotian,” Dramer said, amused. Did I miss something? Did Lotian say something else that I escaped my ears?

  ​The only reply the flame-haired demi-dragon managed was a weak smile. At the same moment, Nix noticed how Bastiel was dressed and began laughing. Why was Dramer suddenly grinning like an idiot? Some of their humor definitely went over my head here.

  ​Then my eyes fell on the table. There were at least ten empty bottles. When did they drink them all up?

  ​“I thought that demi-dragons cannot inebriate themselves.”

  ​Lotian offered me a wide and a bit wonky smile. “It’s magic enhanced alcohol. Even a Titan would get drunk with this. That’s why we put all those spells around. So, if someone attacks us, we will have time to sober up. Now drink, Flare.”

  ​“I thought you’d done it to keep our conversations private.”

  ​“Yes.”

  ​Drunken demi-dragons were hilarious, but even so I didn’t expect the wine to hit me that quickly. One second I was watching them confused but clearheaded and the next one, I was laughing like an idiot. At some point, the bottle of wine emptied and I found myself with another one. Music pulled me up to my feet and dragged across the spacious living room. I danced though I didn’t know how. Demi-dragons laughed at me until I made them dance too. Dramer actually was very good at it. Lotian knew his stuff too. But the biggest surprise happened when Bastiel showed us his moves. For all
this time, I’ve pictured Bastiel’s personality akin to Saaron and Nix – distant, serious and quiet – and since our arrival at Lotian’s mansion, he’s been proving me wrong.

  ​The music drowned all the words and only the language of our bodies remained. Obviously, Nix was the hardest to pull onto the dance floor. He enjoyed standing by a pillar with a glass of brandy. Dramer and Lotian, sort of, competed about me on each side. Their hands sticky with lust, their intents very clear. As I hugged Lotian, Dramer used every excuse he could to get me back. While they tolerated themselves, they couldn’t shed off their alpha maleness. Demi-dragons were territorial to the bone.

  ​As Nix only observed from a distance, his drunken but sweet words in my mind promised me pleasure. I’d just had sex with Dramer, but my body ached for more. My core clenched every time that either Lotian or Dramer bumped their hardness against me. They were much taller and so their tough cocks hit my navel. My mind spun.

  ​I need to fuck you, Flare, Lotian confessed in my head. I agreed with him, but we couldn’t leave the rest here. It would be rude. Don’t worry about them. Nix doesn’t mind, and Dramer already had you. I need you so much.

  ​My hands were wrapped around his thick neck. We could talk in our heads, could we send pictures and desires, too? I had to try and so I sent him a vision of my nimble figure riding his fat cock, slamming my petit ass against his thighs, evoking howls of the purest joy and pleasure that exists in the Universe

  ​The only sign that he received them was a massive boner.

  ​I could stare at you all day… actually, I would extend it to eternity. Flare, but you have to change the color of your hair. Mine is better.

  ​Somehow our lips met. I heard a growl that most likely belonged to Dramer. He didn’t attack though. Our tongues entwined, flicked and continued their mating dance. My world narrowed to this moment and this one man. The music changed, which I only realized because of the shift in the rhythm of our feet. His hot lips warmed mine still. My blood boiled with lust. I craved his body like an addict. What did it speak about me? I didn’t exactly care. The bond between me and demi-dragons, and I didn’t mean the Dragon’s Blood spell, was the most precious thing in my life. I loved my two friends – Rust and Simona – but only with demi-dragons, I felt as if the puzzle finally came together. With closed eyes and softly swaying bodies, we traveled across the living room and beyond.

  ​Intoxicated by the excess of alcohol and Lotian’s fragrance, I failed to notice when we reached his bedroom. The sound system did an amazing job of delivering music no matter where we were. My eyes snapped open only when he threw me on his bed. I was so shocked that a squeak escaped me. It wasn’t the most potent of mating sounds. In a blink of an eye, Lotian removed his clothes. Dark thick blood vessels on his massive rod pulsed fiercely. A question occurred in my mind just then, were all demi-dragons in possession of such beasts between their legs? Actually, they were. If we discount Bastiel, whose cock was safely hidden from my sight. I smirked, peeling off the notion of naked Bastiel from my brain. The three demi-dragons were enough.

  ​“I don’t know what are you thinking about, but I like it already,” Lotian said. It made me grin even more. If he had the faintest idea of what was intruding on my mind, his words would turn sour in his mouth. I said nothing, instead, lazily my thighs opened. I still had clothes conjured by Dramer on me and so Lotian…

  ​He didn’t waste a second. His favorite spell spread in the air and my clothes were gone. The only indication was the sudden drop in the temperature. My soaked pussy clenched harder as he fell on his knees. His handsome face was about to meet folds and petals of my slit. His tongue shot forward meeting the delicate and sensitive surface of my clit. My back arched, I moaned aloud, and yet it was drowned in the music. Which must have been his plan. My hips adopted the rhythm and began riding his tongue and then face. If there was a grain of self-control in me, I haven’t noticed it, if I would, I’d shove it hard out of me. I wanted to feel his face on my crotch. Maybe it was a bit too excessive, maybe not. I gave no fucks. The thunder in my ears came from my chest, my heart pumped crimson blood throughout the system, spreading adrenaline and that sweet lechery. My hands gripped his head, fingers entwining his hair as if to never let go of him.

  ​“Insert him,” I whispered between breaths. Talking at the time like this was harder than one could believe. Violent currents of pleasure tugged my thoughts in random direction with such fickleness that I could only go with the flow.

  ​Lotian’s tongue dipped inside though I hadn’t meant it. I craved his cock. Pleasure hit me hard none the less. I pulled his head pushing his tongue deeper into depths of my vagina. It flicked and stroked ferociously. Moans transformed into screams. It went deeper than I thought possible.

  ​“Fuck me, Lotian! Put your fat cock inside!”

  ​It was the fight with an unstoppable. One second I challenged him, the next one I wriggled in the soft bedding. But my last stand worked, Lotian pulled his tongue out of me. I gasped for air, heatwaves wafted between our bodies. He flexed his muscles making me squirm beneath him, in anticipation of the penetration. Who would guess that this girl had been the same virgin that Dramer had brought from the Wastelands? Not me.

  ​Lotian lowered to his elbows, his grapefruit eyes locked on me. Unblinking, he sharply pushed his body up, impaling me on his cock. I yelled out of pleasure and shock. I didn’t remember how fulfilling this moment had felt. Maybe I even came. Bliss spread to my limbs, but we weren’t done yet.

  ​I couldn’t see you when Dramer fucked you, sweetheart, but nothing except you has ever given me such a hard-on. Just the thought that after this, one of them might claim you, sends a thrill through my spine. Is that normal?

  ​My lips smashed against his, out tongues picked up their severed mating dance. I taste the saltiness of my juice on his tongue. It felt weird to taste myself, but if anything in all of this was wrong, it was not having enough. My hand spanked his hard ass, turning his eyes to embers. There was a rage in Lotian, but our bond stifled it.

  ​Is claiming three absurdly handsome and sexy demi-dragons normal? Who gives a fuck, Lotian? We have one life and I want to fill it with pleasure and love. Being miserable and missing out won’t make this world any better. It’s ugly enough. Treasure these moments, Lotian. Treasure my heart because it belongs to you. I didn’t add that it also belonged to Nix and Dramer. Even so he understood, I wanted to make this moment special to Lotian. We could be drunk and all, but this thing between us, it was pure and true to the core.

  ​I love you.

  ​As his words echoed in my mind, Lotian began the roughest sprint of his life. Sex turned into animalistic fucking, which I loved. Each motion powerful, decisive and sharp. Sweat appeared on his forehead, as the pace has become brutal. His balls slapped my ass harder than my hand could spank him. My orgasm appeared like the storm on the open sea, unnoticed and in full swing. He groaned, walking the garden of the bliss at the same time as I came. My fingers bit his hard back as I clung to him with the last few strokes that must have sent my mind to the moon.

  ​Our lips finally parted and I said, “I love you too, Lotian.”

  Chapter 8

  Our sex left Lotian incapacitated. I was sure that alcohol had played its part too, but he was too manly to admit that before other demi-dragons and so I descended the stairs with this version.

  ​Dramer perked up seeing me unharmed and dressed up. I almost stopped and told him that it was Nix’s turn to claim me. My swollen clit itched for more. A carnal force pulled me toward him.

  ​But Nix was knocked out cold. Holy shit!

  ​“What’s wrong with him?” I asked.

  ​Bastiel chuckled from the open kitchen.

  ​“Too much brandy. He’s grown soft,” Dramer admitted with a grin. His steps looked shaky.

  ​For the sake of my sanity, Bastiel got rid of the towel and dressed properly in black jeans and a black shirt. His hair dried up and was l
oosely hanging to his shoulders. He cheered me up with a glass of orange juice.

  ​“It’s not like Dramer has a much stronger head. I can tell you a story of how I saved his ass.”

  ​Dramer swayed to where I stood, his muscular arm claimed me. His shirt was gone. It had to burn out on him.

  ​“Don’t listen to him,” Dramer waved Bastiel away. “He’s full of shit.” Bastiel cheered him up too.

  ​“He was sixteen. Years before the Academy and so his spells were shit … not that they are much better now. And so he figured out that if he could beat the Titans by himself then they would allow him to skip the Academy and call him the champion…”

  ​“She doesn’t need to know about this,” Dramer murmured. I feared that he might topple over me. His weight alone would squash me like a fly. I elbowed him and sneaked out of his embrace.

  ​“Get me some more wine and please continue the story of the mighty Dramer.”

  ​Dramer sent Bastiel a dark look, which his older brother ignored as he turned away. He rummaged in the kitchen for a while, then he returned with a bottle of yellow wine. “I can’t promise it’ll taste good.”

  ​I avoided Dramer as much as I could, not because I didn’t want his touch, quite the opposite, I’d fuck him on the dining table if I didn’t care about Lotian’s house. Even with Bastiel’s power, the parking lot was not going to forget about me and Dramer.

  ​The three of us took seats. I decided to check the wine out. It tasted of berries and melons. I let it lay on my tongue enjoying that summer nostalgia it brought.

  ​“…and so Dramer ventured somewhere to the north. I think someone mentioned that the city had been called Albany before the war. There he met a nasty Titan of fire…” I somewhat lost myself in his voice and the way he talked. He didn’t possess that rich melodic voice Nix had, but invisible strings pulled my attention nevertheless. I softly shook the trance off and the meaning of his words returned to me. “…we were running the whole night from that Titan. Of course, it didn’t help that Saaron and Dramer snapped at each other the whole time. They believed they could beat it. I bet they still think that.”