None of them wasted time on idle talks. My commands were clear and concise: make a report, take Saaron into custody, remove all the evidence. Those divine cubes were going to be a problem. If my sword–-the Challenger–-struggled, then any other tool my army possessed would take them weeks if not months to tear these down.
The soldiers worked efficiently and quietly until only the golden cubes remained. They managed to contain the six liquid armors. One was missing. There should be seven of them. I sensed only six power signatures. It was only mildly troubling though. Four demi-dragons were enough to deal with one Hand.
The Rupturers, white ceramic swords, caused more trouble. They emitted a strong power signature and they consumed wielder’s strength. Saaron was a fool to carry two swords at once.
With all the evidence—except for the divine cubes—gone, the City Guards filled the room. Captain Rox approached, an ever-present scowl on his face. “Pure dragon Atrax, we would arrive sooner if we received a clearance…” His eyes on the floor, and so he didn’t see my wave but stopped talking none the less.
“Use no less than five scores of soldiers here. Make sure the perimeter is secured. No breaches. No trespassing. No one below the board of the Academy is permitted to enter the site. The science team will be here shortly.” My finger found its way to the man’s chest and tapped it. “Make sure to keep this quiet. Would anyone ask, there was an explosion of the power-conveying pipe.”
Rox’s scowl changed into fearful expression. I saw the working muscles of his jaw. He could be a fanatic, but the man was not an idiot. It grated him that the secrets of the state he hoped to learn were withheld from him.
“Dismissed.”
*
Though the stars rose above the Great York City, the day was far from over. Saaron needed to be broken, and all the information that his mind held, extracted. The science team … a bunch of incompetent idiots. They argued that breaking the divine cubes without the power signature of their creator was impossible.
Suddenly, the office, the window, the city, even this world, seemed too small. Too cramped. The war was over. I should not waste my breath here. I had the girl in my grip. Only, she’s bonded! A roar tore out of my throat. So fucking close! The prophecy, the death of the Heavens, all this in the reach of my hands.
“If not for that bond!” A desk cracked beneath my fist.
I should hear the call from the lobby. Old Iris didn’t belong to the quiet ones. I missed more than a sound. I sensed none of his aura. And so when the double door swung open and the apparition entered, I started. A huge blunder.
A being weaved of light, without clear limbs or face made the door shut a moment later.
“Atrax.”
Recognizing angels’ identity wasn’t an easy task. Part of the problem lay in their incorporeal bodies. They’ve avoided a full manifestation for some reason. No one had ever challenged them about this. I was not going to be the first. Even immaterial, this being’s energy was on an astonishing level.
He was way above the archangels that helped us in the war. I knew of no pure dragon that ever shuddered from fear. At that moment I couldn’t stop my muscles from doing just that.
“Who are you?” I asked. “And why didn’t Iris inform me about your arrival?”
The angel made an alien gesture that held no meaning for me.
“My name is Kefalah and you have something that belongs to me.”
“And that is?” I asked, hoping to keep my voice level, cold and hard. Meanwhile, I sorted through my mind, searching for his name. It wasn’t the name of any archangels. It didn’t fit an archangel.
“Swords and armors.”
I snorted at the sudden meekness, coming from the angel. He was pretty bad at faking, and so I went straight to the point.
“Why don’t you get it yourself? You’ve walked into the Eye of the Dragon. The most important place in the city. I’m sure getting the swords and armors is not a problem for you.”
The angel waved his radiating hand indicating—what, exactly? A part of me tensed, awaiting an attack but instead, the angel explained, “it’s not about the difficulty of the deed, dragon. It isn’t even that the Seven Hands are going to be missed. We will make new Hands. No. The reason I tell you to bring them to me is dignity.”
“What the hell?”
“I stand too high in the hierarchy for this, dragon.” He no longer called me Atrax. That indicated disdain, which I couldn’t pay him back. I become rusty in the time of peace. I may not be able to defeat that apparition. It was a shameful thing to admit.
“Where is archangel Michael?” I demanded. He was supposed to stay on Earth and oversee the post-war struggle.
The spirit let something out that could be interpreted as a laugh, though I couldn’t be sure. The room filled with… hollowness. Not even silence as it amplifies the background noises. At that moment, I heard nothing, not even my own heart.
“The archangel should be here indeed.” Whatever it meant, the apparition didn’t elaborate. “I will return here tomorrow. Make sure that armors and swords await me in this office.”
He left. Not a wink or even fading. Just sudden absence.
My jaw worked, biting the air. Dragons’ skin belonged to the toughest things in the Universe and we cared nothing for the heat of the volcano or coldness of the space. But out of blue, I felt it all, everything that bothered the weak human race. For them, even the slightest change in the temperature or pressure could be fatal.
Staggering forward, I pushed the door outward. Iris wasn’t in the lobby. The message was clear. If the swords and armors wouldn’t come to lay on the floor behind me, she would not return.
Something else prodded at my mind. The fact that the apparition didn’t mention the girl. The secret has been out and yet he elected to not demand her. Why?
Chapter 22
Our forehead touched.
Lotian murmured something breathy but otherwise too quiet for me to understand. After returning to his house, and taking a long shower, he dragged me to his bedroom before other demi-dragons realized his ruse.
Our hair almost matched as they tangled together. He has let them grow unhindered for some weeks now. Despite his efforts, I have still had a towel tightly wrapped around my chest. Of course, Lotian was naked. He couldn’t help himself, as his erection dominated his body.
Dim lights, hidden in the masked slits of the ceiling, painted his skin darker than it was.
I pushed him away, after something that felt like an hour. Other demi-dragons surely knew what was afoot. I didn’t want Dramer to come crashing through the door behind Lotian’s back. Nix would have more self-control and Bastiel… Bastiel was a mystery to me.
“Spread your leg,” Lotian whispered as he stood back on the floor. His jutting cock embraced by his strong hand. He was playing with it, drawing my attention to it, like I was some kind of addict. Perhaps, I was. For I let the towel unravel and slid down. I meant to say no to him, other demi-dragons waited for me in the living room. My thoughts clouded up by the sudden nearness of his rod. It throbbed, veins entwined it in gold-sculpted patterns. With each motion of Lotian’s hand alongside his cock, I grew jealous.
My mouth came close to it. So, close my tongue could give him a light brush. I sniffed instead, moving away from him. Lotian groaned but not moved otherwise.
“Please, Flare. My balls are overstuffed.”
That made me smile. The word–-overstuffed–-reverberated in my mind. I thought of a response. Something appropriate and smart. I didn’t get a chance to come up with anything as the door swung open and Dramer—indeed—burst inside. At least, he didn’t smash the door. Irrationality pulled its strings and I made a gesture to cover my private places. If Dramer noticed my error, he didn’t show it.
“What’s this?” he asked lamely.
Without looking back, Lot
ian said, “can we have some privacy?”
“Hell, no!” Dramer answered. I saw how close he was to swat his brother aside. He stopped by the bed, reaching his muscular arm to me. He only wore shorts, steaming like a volcanic rock. With Dramer, things have never been easy. He could erupt at any time for any reason. And so, I played it safely or so I thought.
“What would you say if two of you…” my words lost its validity as Nix has entered the bedroom. As large as the room was, the three demi-dragons cramped it. Nix was still dressed casually, his blonde hair glistened with moisture. He must just have finished his shower. I imagined a spell dissolving his clothes, and him stepping up bare and horny.
“Isn’t this … fitting?” I said teasing, hoping to sound sexy. My finger found its way to my pussy and there it dipped the drenched slit between my legs. The three demi-dragons inhaled sharply, seeing what I did. Starvation in their exotic eyes blazed with new energy. Lotian and Nix, to whom I was bonded, could share some of their emotions through our connection, though it wasn’t very consistent. Dramer has had his emotions painted on his body. Erection straightened folds of his shorts. No demi-dragon had the same cock and yet, while they penetrated me the only difference came from their temper. Lotian loved fast, wild sex, where Nix preferred hard but steady thrusts. Dramer was fiery, unsated and rough. And Bastiel… I stopped right there. I should not think of him in such a context. Bastiel was a friend. A friend…
“…fitting?” Nix was asking. I lost a focus for a second, allowing my mind to wander to strange places.
“I meant the three of you. My demi-dragons. All in one place, ready to fuck me.” Their eyes lightened up as if a thousand supernovas exploded in their skulls simultaneously. Nix and Lotian kept their thoughts tight, not slipping anything out. I did the same. After the Trial of Tears, my mental powers have grown stronger.
Dramer grunted, snapping the spell that gripped us. “I can’t do this when they watch…”
My legs spread wide, quieting him. My pink folds tapped by my finger snatched at his imagination and his erection grew harder. The other two brothers tensed, and Lotian began playing with his cock, while intently watching me. Nix’s hand gently fell on the collar of his shirt and he tore it, not peeling his eyes from me. Dramer’s amber eyes held a protest, something that Lotian had spoken about after our first time with Nix. Lotian couldn’t accept the fact that he had accepted the reality of our deed. Dramer was the same. They were all alpha males, not accustomed to sharing their mates. While it discomforted them, there was a good deal of desire at the thought of doing it together. Nothing between us was formal nor we have imposed rules upon our sexual encounters.
Lotian moved, perhaps being the most comfortable with the other two demi-dragons watching. Dramer growled, seeing as my hand instinctively reached to grip Lotian’s thick rod.
“Join us before Nix steals your place,” Lotian said teasingly.
I saw the revolt in Dramer’s mind, and yet his body’s temperature increased dramatically, making the air in the room sultry. The runes softly flared, winking in and out of the existence. They were still there, invisible to our eyes, shielding this place from our destructive magic. I realized what we missed, Dramer and I both were a combustible mixture. His rage and sexual desire would soon override any thought of decency and he would plunge headfirst into my arms.
Nix took a cue from Lotian and got rid of his shorts. His cock sprung up without restrains. Hunger obvious, in the way it shuddered. I had to let go of my pussy in order to grab his penis in my right hand.
My movements were slow, keeping the two demi-dragons from early eruptions. The last thing I wanted was them wreaking havoc on my hair and face with their semen. Lotian—especially him—was keen to dump his sperm on me. I shouldn’t be surprised that they had their own little kinks. Nix liked to take me from behind, slapping my buttocks hard, making them beetroot red and sore. It drove him crazy. Lotian loved when I choked on his rod or was it my kink? This could be. I simply lust after their thicknesses in my throat. The moment I lost control and it all was up to them. They tried to be gentle, but the sudden surge of thirst overpowering their minds drove them into sexual madness.
I pulled Lotian closer, gripping his cock firmer. Its delicate skin melting beneath my grip. It was a frank thing that such a powerhouse like him could be so easily brought down. I put my nose to the velvet skin of his cockhead and inhaled the unique aroma of his intimate flesh. My hormones dumped something in my bloodstream that made me want to scream for more.
Precum appeared on Lotian’s cock and I saw his struggle to not shove his rod down my throat. I was teasing him as much as I teased myself. His thirst for my body was only growing more urgent. In the corner of my eye, I saw Dramer, barely standing in place. Arcs of hungry power discharged, tearing as if magnetism of Dramer’s body suddenly shifted. I waited for his first move. I would not let Nix or Lotian inside until Dramer agreed to join us. Whatever our odd relationship was, it needed reinforcement.
Lotian’s dick plunged into depths of my mouth and my carnal instincts took a momentary control, swallowing it as if it was candy. The oversized candy stuck at the back of my throat. Its thickness nearly choking me to death. It only made me hornier. Lotian pulled out of me, gasping as if his throat was invaded by a monstrous penis.
I let go of him and switched my attention to Nix who patiently waited on my other side. He never pressed for my notice or asked for more than I was ready to offer. And now, I was ready to offer him anything. His jade eye seemed to never lose focus and control. Almost. I saw him enraged once. Now, Nix’s gaze from above drank the sight beneath him.
His cock was heavier than Lotian’s, I noticed it for the first time and it hardly twitched as my hand sneaked underneath his cock, like a predator before it lunges at its prey. I reached out to his balls and they held more than a fair share of semen there, the semen that would find its way into me. A stupid thought caught me off guard and I moaned as if invisible hands plunged its invisible fingers into my tight, starving pussy.
“Flare.” Someone grunted. In my state, I couldn’t tell who said it.
Letting his cock rest on my forehead, I played with Nix’s balls, watching his stellar eyes slowly losing the battle of control. It was worth any price. To watch him, delving deeper into depths of sexual insanity.
My tongue crossed the distance from the tip of his cock to the base. Nix groaned.
“Flare, don’t play with us like that. It’s killing me … killing us,” Lotian said from the other side, his voice stiff. I agreed with him, the tension that has built between us was driving me crazy. But I couldn’t relent, not until Dramer joined us.
The hazel-haired demi-dragon came to the same conclusion and I heard the sound of tearing material and unknown force pulled my eyes toward Dramer. Destructive energy erupted out of like atomic bombs. We all forgot what Dramer was capable of during sex. Fuck, but there was no way to stop it, now.
Too late for backpedaling.
Dramer was almost as large as his two brothers together. His amber eyes shone brightly, casting my reflection. I was just a speck of red, like a distant galaxy on the night’s sky.
I would never suspect Dramer, but he liked kissing. As he approached the bed, which groaned under his weight, his sweet lips stole a kiss. The magnetism of it pulled me closer to him, almost close enough to melt together with his hot body. My hands went limp, stroking Nix’s and Lotian’s cocks, strength gone from my arms. Dramer didn’t twitch a muscle as he kept the kiss going. And then, time made a funny thing and sort of distorted. I didn’t know when our lips parted and I reached down to Dramer’s massive spike, or when I took it into my mouth. I heard a bellow of triumph and whips of fire touched my skin. They tasted good. Exquisite and exalted. Lotian’s bed snapped then, sending us to the floor. Dramer fell on his back and I—still with his cock in my throat—landed between his thighs. My back bent downward
. In the chaos, someone gripped my ass and a cock entered the moist folds of my pussy.
After the first few thrusts, I knew it was Nix. Only he could drive his cock with such force that his balls smashed against my abdomen. He paused after each slam, slapping my ass and groaning because of it. I closed my eyes and so I’ve lost track of what happened to the bedroom and Lotian’s mansion.
Lotian. He temporarily stood there, watching his brothers claiming his, their, girlfriend. I sensed his eyes on me. On us. It was no secret, at least to me, that he liked seeing me being screwed by others. Another kink that slipped past, almost undetected. I loved that each of my demi-dragons possessed a unique flavor. Dramer’s hands gripped my hair, he pushed them aside to better see my eyes that snapped open to find his amber stare. Impaled by him, I did only fractional motions, but their effects rippled elsewhere. Dramer burned, brought to blissful oblivion. Shocked by how I enjoined these moments of being taken from two sides at once. That weird fullness ticked something in me, driving a powerful orgasm closer. And it wasn’t only me who shared that affection. I couldn’t tell how many thrusts Nix has done, though each sent Dramer’s penis deeper into my throat until my chin rested on his soft balls. Crazy, right? Insane as they were, these half-humans possessed cocks that dwarfed those of ordinary men. In my mind, I saw that accusatory scowl on Simona’s face. Telling me that I was a mere sex junky addicted to these three monster dicks. Perhaps, she wouldn’t even be wrong.
Nix lost it the moment I decided to pull Dramer’s rod of out me. My ass slammed against his waist and he erupted, flushing my tight vagina. It was a signal to Lotian who took a hard grip over my thighs a second after Nix had pulled his penis out.
There was no description of how it felt, being spear by another man right after the first one had come inside. It made my orgasm come true right away, sending my consciousness over the moon. I screamed out of pleasure as Lotian’s drove his cock time after time into me. He was quick, quicker than any man could be. I feared to take over Dramer lest he tore my throat. These demi-dragons were horny as fuck.
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