Dragonmancer

by Simon Archer

  Aron ran a hand down my torso and whispered into my ear. “Do it.”

  Aron wrapped her hand around my swollen member, and I hissed in a sharp breath. She released me, and I moved forward eagerly. Aron didn’t have to tell me twice. I slid into Heather first, and she moaned into the other woman’s mouth. I gave her a few quick thrusts before I moved up to Deyla. Her curvier body made the space between her legs feel tighter as I pushed my head through her slick folds. I gripped her luscious ass in both of my hands as I pounded into her. Each thrust rubbed her body harder against Heather’s, and it wasn’t long before the force of me fucking Deyla made Heather come.

  Aron ran her hand through my hair. “Now it’s your turn.” She directed her commands toward the other two girls. “It’s time for Blake to get on the table.”

  My cock twitched painfully, eager to get inside one of my three beauties again, but Aron was enjoying her role as the maestro. I sat on the edge of the stone table, then swung my legs around to lay down. I expected it to be cold, but the girls’ body heat warned it.

  Aron snapped her fingers again, “Heather, I think it’s time you get properly fucked. He didn’t pay you nearly enough attention.”

  The blonde clambered on top of me eagerly, her cheeks flushed pink and glowing. She wasted no time sliding down my pre-moistened shaft, and I watched transfixed, as she rolled her hips against me and began to bounce up and down slowly.

  Aron drank in the pleasurable expression on my face with a satisfied smile. “Deyla, why don’t you offer them your services?”

  Deyla immediately climbed into the space between my widened legs. Heather’s bouncing body blocked her from my view, but I felt her soft breath on my sac as she leaned down. I hissed under my breath and cursed as I felt her tongue lick at Heather and me both. Heather whimpered softly as Delya’s velvety tongue flicked between our bodies.

  I didn’t know how much more of this absolutely incredible torture I could take.

  My eyes met Aron’s blazing stare. “What about you?”

  Her eyes narrowed haughtily, and she wordlessly placed one knee on the stone table beside my head. She swung her other knee to the opposite side and promptly lowered down on my face. I ran my hands up the supple leather of her high boots and pulled her down tighter. Her core was already soaked, and I eagerly tasted her. Aron groaned and arched against me, and I heard her whisper to Heather another command. The blonde cooed something unintelligibly, and then I heard the unmistakable sounds of them kissing. As Aron picked up her own rhythm, I sucked and lapped at her swollen pussy. Deyla’s tongue circled my balls and teased the bottom of my shaft, and I picked up my hips to give Heather a better ride.

  Heather came first, and the sensation of her clenching core around me, mixed with Deyla’s skilled mouth, sent me over the edge. As I filled Heather deeply, I worked my mouth faster against Aron until she shuddered against my face with a loud, echoing cry.

  Heather shakily slid off of me, her multiple orgasms making her limbs wobbly, and her and Deyla’s legs each curled around my hips and legs like two contented cats. Aron swung her leg gracefully over my now-wet face and stepped off of the dais. After some rearranging, she tucked her thin, wiry body into my side peacefully. All of us remained silent as we regained our breath and let the adrenaline ebb from our veins.

  We didn’t take too long, however. After all, there was a feast going on outside. The girls straightened themselves out and got their clothing back in place quickly. I put my hand on the dais while I leaned down to put my boot back on. I found myself staring at a drawing on the side of the stone. I finished lacing my boot and knelt down on the floor to get a better look.

  “Hey, come take a look at this,” I told the girls, now dressed. I pointed to the drawing, or carving really, on the stone. “I do not like what I see.”

  The girls examined it, and we all looked at one another. Just then, Gale came looking for us. I silently thanked our timing for finishing our little escapade. I motioned her over and showed her the carving. Her face fell, and she looked at me as we all stood up.

  On the side of the stone was the image of an army of men leading women slaves with a dragon in the background. That part was easy to figure out. We’d killed the army, rescued the girls, and Airmed was the dragon. There was another figure on the carving, however. Out in front of the rest was a single female figure. She was larger than the others, obviously drawn to show power over the others. We didn’t know who she was or, before that moment, that a leader of the piss-poor army was a woman. We’d assumed we’d killed the leader in battle, and we accounted for all the women we’d rescued as kidnap victims. The most disturbing part of the picture, however, was that the woman leading the army was holding a dragon egg high over her head.

  “How could she have gotten a dragon egg?” Deyla hissed angrily. We all knew the answer, though. She somehow must’ve harvested it from Airmed.

  “We can’t have this!” Heather cried out, shaking with fear and anger. I looked at Gale.

  “I know it's upsetting, but why is she so scared?” I asked, standing to hold Heather and calm her down.

  “Airmed, as you know, is a healing dragon,” Gale started. “When she lays an egg, that dragon, with the proper love of her mother, will grow into another Healing dragon.”

  “So, we just lost a generation of Healing dragons?” I asked, hoping I wasn’t right.

  “That’s not the worst part,” Gale continued. “When the mother doesn’t raise a Healing dragon’s egg, the dragon can very easily grow up to be the exact opposite. She would spread disease instead of health.”

  My mouth went dry at the knowledge that someone was still out there who wanted not only to harm Blenwise and its people, my people, but that they’d stolen an egg with the intention of using it to kill a lot of people… somewhere, even if not in Blenwise. There’s no way I could let that happen. I had come to love, respect, and admire the leaders of Blenwise, the Academy, and the way of life. I wasn’t going to let anything harm any of it. I stood and looked at the girls.

  “There will be no disease spread. Airmed will have her egg returned,” I told them. “And we will punish the useless waste of skin in that carving. I promise you that.”

  And I meant it.

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