“I don’t mind being left out sometimes, but might I suggest you find a different spot? I don’t know about you, Magnus, but fucking in a graveyard never held any appeal for me.”
I jumped to my feet and ran toward him. “Drayke! I’m so glad you’re here. Wait until you hear what happened!”
“Save your story till we return to the fortress. I’m here to give you a ride home.”
Magnus was not happy with the idea of riding on the back of a dragon, but Drayke teased him mercilessly until he grudgingly agreed. In all the time they’d known each other, Magnus had never experienced the thrill of soaring through the clouds. I pretended to be nervous and insisted on wrapping my arms around him as we ascended to the heavens.
The journey there had taken us two days and nights. The return trip lasted only a few hours.
“I’ve never been so happy to be back,” Magnus declared as we entered the fortress. “I’m going to soak in the hot spring for an hour – and then I’ll be ready for a good fuck and a hot meal, in that order.” He waggled his eyebrows at me.
“Shifting always gets me horny. I’d rather have a hot fuck and then eat whatever we can scrounge up in the kitchen later,” Drayke chimed in.
“Prepare yourself, my lady,” Magnus said. “You have two stern masters to satisfy tonight. And long after a battle, a warrior’s blood still pumps hard through his veins.”
“Yes, my lords. If you’ll allow me to bathe first, I’ll await you in our bedchamber.”
I took special care preparing myself for them. Tonight we’d celebrate our victory. I unbraided my hair and lay back in the hot spring, allowing the locks to float around me like a golden-brown cloud as I closed my eyes. I ran my hands all over my body, lingering between my thighs as I fantasized about the naughty things they’d make me do.
My bottom would soon be hot and tingling, and my pussy dripping wet. I welcomed the thought. I no longer bore any guilt over bedding two dominant males. As the oracle said, what we did in the name of love and lust harmed no one. Submitting to them had become my dark desire.
They entered our bedchamber side by side. Two magnificent male bodies in their prime. Drayke’s sleek and sinewy, Magnus’s packed with rippling muscle. I knelt on the floor at the end of the bed, watching them approach.
Drayke gazed at my naked body as if he wanted to devour me, while Magnus’s eyes were hot and dark.
I was desperate for release. After all, I, too, was a warrior. My blood still pumped hard through my veins, just as theirs did, and I knew firm smacks on my bottom would ramp up my ardor and make my pussy wet. I’d thought long and hard about how to broach the topic. In the end, I settled for the truth.
“My lords, I have been disobedient. I ignored a direct order. Magnus, you told me to wait for you in the cave. I defied your command and did as I pleased.”
Always quick to pick up on a cue, Magnus furrowed his brow. “Yes, you did. I cannot ignore such blatant disobedience.”
I bowed my head. “I understand, my lord. I am sorry. I hope you will forgive me. I know I’ve been very naughty and I’m ready to accept my punishment. Please, my lords, will you spank my ass – long and hard?”
I hadn’t meant to add the last part, but as I said the words my pussy clenched then flooded, sending a shocking thrill rocketing through me.
I saw Drayke trying to hide a grin. “Since you’ve asked so sweetly, we will oblige. It was Magnus you disobeyed. He should administer your punishment.”
My warrior sat down on the edge of the bed and patted his thighs. “Come here.”
I’d fantasized about getting spanked. Asked for it. But faced with the reality, I suddenly regretted my decision.
“I didn’t mean right now…” I began.
Magnus reared up, grabbed my arm, and yanked me facedown over his lap. “Too late, my lady. You asked to be punished – long and hard – and we will see that you are.”
Before I could object any further, his hand came down on my bottom. I heard the sharp crack a millisecond before the lick of fire seared my backside.
“Not so hard!”
He whacked me again. “Not so hard?”
I gasped as he stoked the fire he’d ignited with four more stern smacks. “Have you learned nothing about submission? You think you can ask for punishment and then tell me how to mete it out?”
He began spanking me in earnest, ignoring my howls. “Now you’ve pissed me off. You may rule the rest of our world, but when you’re with us, we are in control. I was going to make this a little game, but it seems you’re in need of serious discipline.”
I’d have argued, but his next whack took my breath away. He’d never spanked me so hard.
“You’re right. You do deserve to be punished. Do you have any idea how dangerous it was to go into that cavern alone? You might have been killed a dozen different ways. I could have lost you forever! Don’t you ever…ever…ever do anything so foolish again!”
He punctuated his words with more harsh spanks. Even through the shocking burn he was igniting on my backside, I picked up worry and fear in his voice. Becoming aware of the depth of his emotional pain triggered my own. Suddenly all the feelings I’d been holding back came flooding in all at once. Grief for the loss of decent souls, horror at the sight of bodies risen from the grave. The sheer terror I felt when I thought Magnus was dying before my eyes.
I burst into tears. “I’m sorry, my lord,” I said. “I never meant to hurt you.”
Magnus stopped and gathered me into his arms. “Sssh,” he said, cradling me against his chest. “It’s all right, my love. You’re safe. We’re all safe. We defeated the Lord of Darkness. We’ll face him another day but for now, let’s love each other.”
He leaned back on the bed, drawing me with him, and beckoned for Drayke to join us. Magnus held me while Drayke buried his head between my legs. I made tiny mewling noises as he thrust his tongue deep into my pussy. Wordless sounds of passion that became wild cries when he shifted, lowering his mouth to my throbbing clit. Flicking his tongue over it then taking it between his lips to suck.
I thrashed wildly as the storm rocked my body. The pain in my punished ass morphed into pleasure. Wave after wave of sweet agony rolled over me while my screams echoed off the stone walls of the fortress.
But my masters had just begun.
Magnus fastened his mouth over my nipple. An electric current shot through me, straight to where Drayke still sucked.
My lovers knew just where and how to touch me. They awakened all my pent-up desire, stoked the fire inside me into an inferno. I concentrated on staying in the present, allowed every wild, wicked sensation to register in my brain.
Hot. Their bodies pressing against me were so hot I shivered.
Never taking him mouth from my clit, Drayke slid a finger into my pussy. I moaned and ground against his hand, trying to pull it in deeper. He pistoned in and out. Faster, harder.
No. Too much. It was all too much. Sensory overload hit, and I struggled to get away. Magnus grabbed my wrists, capturing them in one hand while pinning me to the bed with his other arm across my waist like an iron bar.
Oh, sweet Goddess! The more I fought him, the firmer his grip became. And the more helpless I felt, the hotter I got.
I knew I was fighting harder against the waves of arousal building again inside me than I was at his mastery. I made the conscious choice to give up control and let go.
The walls I’d put up inside crumbled, and a raging torrent of need poured out. Suddenly, I wanted more. More of Drayke’s long fingers invading my pussy. More of everything they had to give. I bucked my hips up, and he obliged. He slid in a second finger and shoved them deep.
I felt the savage hunger growing. “Oh, yeah. Fuck me good.”
Drayke pulled his fingers out. Magnus let go of me and slid off the bed.
“Spread your legs wide.” His erection jutted out, thick and heavy. I closed my eyes, ready to f
eel it plunging inside me, then opened them in surprise when I felt his tongue instead, probing my slit.
He dropped to his knees, wrapping one huge hand around each of my thighs and holding them apart while he explored every inch of my most private parts. I gasped when he flicked back and forth over my clit, swollen and aching. He licked it slowly then stopped to look up at me.
“Talk,” he demanded. “Tell me everything you’re feeling. Every wicked, dirty thing you want us to do. If you stop, I’ll stop,” he warned.
“Oh Goddess, no, don’t stop! I love what you’re doing. I want more. I want you to take it in your mouth and suck it while you shove two fingers deep inside my pussy and fuck me hard, like Drayke did.”
“And this? Do you want me to do this?” His head dipped lower, and he rimmed the tight pucker of my ass.
Shameless and frantic, I screamed. “Yes! Yes please yes. I want it all. I want your tongue there, your fingers spreading me and then your hot, hard cock filling my ass.”
“Are you ready to be taken by both of us at once?”
“Yes, my lord. I’m aching to feel your cocks inside me at last. To belong to you.” My voice dropped to a whisper. “To have you…make love to me.”
Allowing myself to be vulnerable was harder than admitting all those wicked desires. “That’s my ultimate fantasy. It’s to have you take me in your arms and make love to me. Both of you.”
Drayke’s arms wrapped around me. He swept my hair away and ran his lips down the side of my neck. “We love you, Melisandre.”
I melted into the embrace of my warriors, allowing myself to accept the tenderness as openly as I’d accepted their wild passion.
Magnus leaned over and captured my lips in a kiss as he slid his cock between my legs. I dug my heels into the bed and arched my hips up to take him in. He gave a low laugh, more of a rumble deep in his throat. “Oh no, my lady. We may be making love, but you still don’t get to take over.” He levered himself over me, his powerful forearms planted on either side of my body, and slid in, one tantalizing inch at a time.
Sweet Goddess! Why didn’t he just ram it all the way in and end this torment? I’d never wanted anything more in my life. But I forced myself to stay open, to submit to his mastery. He gave me another lingering kiss, teasing me with his tongue even as his cock surged deeper.
I squeezed my muscles around his hot length and was rewarded with a groan. “By all the gods, you will test my control, won’t you?” He reached up, grabbed both my wrists, and pinned them to the mattress above my head.
This time, the shiver coursing through me was one of raw need. The twinge of fear at being helplessness added fuel to the fire raging inside me. I gasped as he kept on. Stretching me, filling me at last with his massive cock. He pumped his hips, starting a slow rhythm. I rocked with him, allowing him to lead me in the dance, even as my fever grew hotter.
He took me up slowly, ever so slowly. Kissing me while he fucked me with long, steady strokes. Beside us, Drayke caressed me, running his hands over my skin until my entire body thrummed.
“Come now, Meli. Come for us,” Magnus murmured. He gave a powerful thrust, burying himself deep inside, claiming my body at last.
My pussy clenched, and the orgasm swept over me, one long, shuddering wave. Magnus rolled over, pulling me on top of him, and deepened the kiss. I moaned as he pumped up, seating himself even deeper inside me.
He grabbed my hips and picked up the rhythm, rocking me back and forth, rubbing my swollen, throbbing clit against his hard body with each stroke. I never came down. Another wave followed the first, and then another, each more powerful than the last. He muffled my screams with his mouth crushing mine.
I was still quivering when I felt Drayke’s hands spreading the cheeks of my bottom. He’d gotten on his knees behind me.
“Now, Melisandre. Now you will truly be ours.” He reached under the mattress and pulled out a small glass vial. I wondered when he’d hidden it there. He pulled out the cork, and I caught a subtle sensuous fragrance. He dipped his finger inside and then began teasing my tight sphincter. “Open for me.”
“Oooh!” It was slick and warm, and it got hotter as he rubbed it in. I pressed back against him, whimpering as he worked his finger in.
Magnus hadn’t come, and his cock was hard and hot inside my pussy. He fisted his hands in my hair, pulled my head down and kissed me again. No longer sweet or gentle. This time with a savage need. I kissed him back, squirming as the heat spread deep into my rear passage.
Drayke poured more of the warm oil into his palm, rubbed his hands together then worked two fingers into me. I moaned as he slid them in and out slowly, massaging the oil into the tight walls, then I let out a sharp cry as the substance lit a fire inside me. He slid them deeper, building my desire until I was quivering with need.
I moaned when he pulled them out, feeling suddenly empty. But I panicked when he replaced them with the head of his cock, pressing it against my bottom hole.
I jerked away from Magnus’s kiss. “No, I can’t. It’s too big, you’ll…”
Drayke’s firm smack on my bottom cut off my protests. “You can and you will. Surrender to us, Meli.” He dug his fingers into my hips, holding me in place, and worked the head in.
Oh Goddess! His cock was hot. So much hotter than his oil-covered fingers. He slid in another inch, and I gasped. His fingers splayed over my rear cheeks awakened the stinging burn from Magnus’s spanking. The line between pain and pleasure blurred, fueling my dark desires. Mindless and frantic with need, I pressed back against him, desperate for more. He eased out instead, as Magnus rocked his hips up, thrusting his cock deeper.
They moved together, one sliding in as the other eased away. They took their cues from my breathless moans. Pumping harder, taking me higher with every stroke. Pinned between them, I had no choice.
I surrendered. Surrendered my body, surrendered my will to theirs.
The waves of passion built, each one carrying me higher.
Magnus picked up the pace. His whole body tensed. He let out a wild cry as he thrust deep. I felt his hot cum spurting inside me.
My body responded instantly, pussy and ass spasming. Drayke made a low sound deep in his chest, like the roar of a dragon, and buried his cock in my ass as he came.
Closing my eyes, I opened my heart and let my warriors fill me.
Fuck me.
Love me.
* * *
Hours later, my eyes popped open. The fortress was silent as a tomb, but I swore I’d heard a voice calling my name.
My lovers and I were in a tangle of sweaty limbs, but I managed to slide out of bed without waking either of them. Naked, I walked through the empty rooms to the stone door connecting our fortress with the temple.
Had it been the oracle’s voice I heard? Perhaps she was back.
I pushed the heavy stone door open and stepped across the threshold – into sand.
A vast ocean lay before me. Waves crashed on the shore, the white froth splashing onto my bare feet.
Confused, I turned back.
But the door to the fortress had disappeared. All that remained was sand and sky – and sea.
A figure emerged from the crest of the next wave. A man, naked. He ran his fingers through a mane of wet black hair, slicking it back from his forehead, and came toward me. He had the powerful shoulders and arms of a swimmer, and his broad chest tapered to a narrow waist and lean hips. I caught my breath as the wave receded, exposing his cock. Thick and heavy.
He lifted his head. Piercing black eyes bored into mine.
We’d never met, but I knew him in an instant. It was the third warrior I’d seen the night I first heard the Prophecy of Doom. The wizard who could command the sea.
The Tempest Born.
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Tempest Born:
Warriors of the Seven Stars Book 3
/> By
Kallista Dane
Prologue
Val
I was born twice.
Once in the usual way – pushed and squeezed through a tight dark tunnel, breaking through the warm, wet sac I’d floated in. Thrust kicking and screaming into the world where I drew the first cold, harsh breath into my lungs.
The second time, in reverse. Descending into the darkness willingly in the midst of a terrible storm. Deeper and deeper still, urged on by the voice in my head until, heart pounding and lungs screaming for air, I surrendered. Opened my mouth – and took in the life-giving liquid surrounding me.
“Rapture of the deep.” My eldest brother, Willem, slammed his mug down, splattering ale all over the scarred wooden table. “Mark my words, that’s what did him in.”
Neill, my younger sibling, snorted. “Yer daft. ’Twas the storm. He got knocked out cold when his head hit the railing. The next wave swept him overboard, and he drowned.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Rapture of the deep? Never heard of it. Seems to me drowning in a storm makes more sense.”
As a lad, Will was driven by the need to be right about everything. I figured showing a healthy dose of skepticism would get him to spill the tale of my demise faster than a barrage of questions.
“Aye,” Will said. “That’s wot us as knows it names it. Rapture of the deep. The need to be one with the ocean. To explore its hidden depths and dwell among its strange and fanciful creatures. To some, it’s more enticing than a kiss from the lustiest wench.”
Wot us as knows it names it. I’d forgotten the patterns of speech in my village, the odd turns of phrase. But I heard my father’s voice clearly in my head. I remembered him using those exact words when I questioned him about something as a child. Willem’s offhand comment made me feel at home more than all the sights and sounds around me.
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