The Dragon's Unwanted Triplets

by Serena Rose

  I felt shivers going through me as he told me what he wanted. I loved that. I was always in charge in my day to day life, being told what to do was a serious turn-on. My womanhood throbbed in response to his direction as I followed it to the letter.

  My eyes went wide when I saw his impressive cock standing at attention. The head was a dark red, and its size – alright, let me tell you, all that crap about Asian men being small, that’s complete bullshit. Kintaro was hung; he was at least nine inches and thick and I felt my mouth and pussy water at the thought of touching and tasting it.

  Kintaro walked towards the bed, his impressive manhood bobbing with each step. His body was built. It wasn’t a bulky muscular, it was wiry and lithe. You could tell he worked out, but his power was subtle and still very nice to look at. His six-pack abs rippled as he crawled over my voluptuous body and his hungry mouth began to nuzzle and lick my neck once more.

  I moaned as I felt his soft lips caress my flesh. I reached up and started to rub his firm back as his head moved its way down my body to suck at my full breasts. I felt his hot mouth draw in one of my sensitive nipples as one of his hands caressed the other. Oh God, my pussy was throbbing, it was almost painful how much I needed to get off right then and there.

  I arched my wet folds trying to get his dick inside me.

  “Ahh, I have other plans for you right now,” he purred in my ear, sending thrills of lust down my back and into my soaking wet pussy. “Just be patient. I enjoy teasing my lovers almost more than I do fucking them.” He licked the side of my breast, causing me to writhe in ecstasy.

  I whimpered as I felt his tongue venture downwards over my soft stomach towards the juncture between my thighs. He stopped at the thatch of curly red hair between my legs and smiled. “So glad the curtains match the drapes,” he said before he dipped his tongue into my hot, wet folds.

  The feeling of his soft tongue on my most sensitive flesh drove me wild. He teasingly avoided my clit as he fully devoured my womanhood with his slick tongue. He moved it up one side, then the other. After a while, I couldn’t take any more and I started whimpering and grabbing at his long black hair to direct him to where I wanted him to go.

  “Getting impatient are we?” he whispered. “Very well, then. I’m starting to feel a bit antsy myself,” he said just as he clamped his mouth on my rock hard clit and began to gently suck on it. I felt his long, skilled fingers enter my dripping pussy and push upwards on my G-spot. Yes, that’s it, I thought. Keep moving that tongue, suck it a little harder, please, oh yes, right there!

  I saw white flashing lights behind my eyes as a cascade of pleasure washed over me as I finally reached my climax. I lay on the bed, panting as I felt Kintaro move up my body and position himself between my legs. I heard the crinkle of a condom package and breathed a sigh of relief as I saw him roll it down onto his throbbing cock. “Now it’s time for my turn. Don’t want any accidents happening, do we?”

  I shook my head as I spread my legs wider. I felt him fill me up with just one thrust. We lay there, joined together for a moment, panting to give ourselves a moment. I stared into his dark eyes as he started to slowly move his hips against mine, grinding them into me. Each short thrust rubbed my G-spot and clit simultaneously, causing another orgasm to build up inside me.

  “Holy shit, you’re so tight,” Kintaro whispered into my ear as he fucked me. “This isn’t your first time, is it?”

  “First time in like three years.” I clamped my muscles down onto his thick cock.

  He closed his eyes and clenched his jaw as he struggled to control his lust. I smiled, as I did all I could to get him to lose what little control that he had, and get him to fuck me harder. I rocked my hips faster as he slowly and gently fucked me.

  “Please,” he whispered, as he rocked me to the core, “let me savor this.”

  The constant grinding against my clit and G-spot was just driving me crazy with lust. I wasn’t used to the slow, gentle approach and it was the most delicious torture I have ever experienced. It was a slow, leisurely lovemaking.

  I ran my hands over his muscular back and felt what seemed like scar tissue all across it. I started to wonder what had happened, but my thought process was distracted as Kintaro began to pick up the pace of our lovemaking.

  His hips began to move faster as he started to breathe harder. Each time his cock hit my G-spot my peak drew closer. It felt so good. “Fuck me harder, please, God I need it,” I panted as he started to drive it home.

  I felt another orgasm start to peak as I clamped down onto Kintaro’s thick cock and howled as I gushed around him. As I came, he started growling and grunting as he slammed his hips deep inside of me. I saw his eyes go wide as he emptied himself inside of the latex sheath.

  He quickly pulled out and rolled off the bed to, what I assume was dispose of the condom, while I stared at the ceiling, panting from the awesome sex we just had. I felt a bit wetter than usual, but I just chalked it up to having two really good orgasms in a row.

  Kintaro came back in to the bedroom, looking pretty distressed. “I’m sorry.” He looked really distraught. “The condom broke at the wrong time and…you might want to go to the pharmacy and get the morning after pill.”

  I shot up. “Wait, the condom broke?” I couldn’t believe this.

  “Hey, at least I’m letting you know. I could have just sent you on your way without saying a fucking word,” he shouted at me. At least he seemed upset about it as well. “There’s a pharmacy we…I mean I…fuck!” he said as he turned around.

  My eyes went wide as I saw an ornate red dragon tattoo etched onto his back. It almost seemed alive as he moved around. The line work had a slight shimmer in the dim recessed lighting of the bedroom, and I was mesmerized by it. I stared at the baleful yellow eyes of the serpentine dragon that decorated Kintaro’s muscular back, entranced by the absolutely exquisite artwork and skill that went into every scale and shading. Then it hit me, in Japan it meant only one thing. “You’re….”

  “Shit!” he exclaimed as he realized he had his back to me. “Fuck, too late now huh, you’ve seen it?” He sighed and sat down next to me. “Guess I have to come out with it, huh? Well, I’m the head of the Dragon clan of the Yakuza. I thought this would be just a one-night hookup and we could go on our way. You’re not in any danger, especially if you go to our pharmacy and ask for Plan B.

  “It’s pretty difficult to get in Japan without a prescription, so it’s best if you go to this place,” he said as he wrote the address down. He handed me his business card. “Take this with you or they won’t serve you at all.”

  I started to put my clothes on as he was writing down the address to the pharmacy. I felt numb. At least it wasn’t like he slipped the condom off at the wrong time. He was just as upset about this as I was, probably more so. “Why would I be in danger if I…”

  “Because they’ll kill you,” he explained as he handed me the paper. “Don’t ask me who. Just take my word for it. You know how I said that this place isn’t as orderly as you think it is? If you want to keep thinking that Japan is some utopia of law and order, go get the pill.” He grabbed my phone from my purse and punched in his number. “Text me either way, alright? I need to know if it worked. Please?” he asked.

  I knew this was a man who wasn’t used to begging so I decided to agree. “Yeah, I’ll let you know either way.”

  “Also, we are your only chance at selling those schematics. No company in Japan will touch anything that has to do with war. You will have to deal with us, if you want to keep your job with Dynamico.”

  I gulped as I grasped the reality of the situation. He was right. I’ve been trying for years to get this technology picked up in Japan and no matter how I spun it, no one would grab. Kintaro really was my only hope. Maybe that’s what my boss wanted all along?

  He sat back down and started to dress himself. “Look, tonight was a really fun date, if you aren’t pregnant, we might do this again?” he asked, with sincerit
y shining in his dark brown eyes.

  I gulped and looked at him. He was a mob boss, but he was also my ticket to keeping my job so I really didn’t want to upset him. “Sure. We need to meet later anyway, to discuss the sale of the power armor schematics.”

  “I would have bought them even if you didn’t just give me the best lay I’ve had in a very long time.” He smiled. “But it helps.”

  I finished getting dressed and walked towards the door. “Well, I’ll be in touch to let you know either way. During business hours though, we’ll talk about that contract.”

  “I’m glad you haven’t let my occupation deter you from a profitable business dealing.”

  “To be honest, I’d rather this go to an American ally than to China or Russia. That’s why I’m still dealing with you.” I figured I’d be straight with him before leaving.

  “Yes, I understand. The Dragon clan deals exclusively with American military contractors. We are considered one of the more…honest of the Yakuza clans.”

  “Well, you proved that tonight.” Which was the truth. He could have just let me carry on until I missed my period and go “Oh the condom broke! Whoops!” Considering how difficult abortion is to obtain in Japan, I would prefer to not go that route.

  “Thank you,” he said as he kissed me on the forehead. “I’m really not that bad of a guy if you get to know me.”

  Little did I know, I was going to get to know him quickly.

  Chapter 2

  So, you’re wondering what happened? Well let’s see, she squeezed down on me and I had to cum. I pushed in, and through the condom. Japanese condoms are a fair bit thinner than American ones, so there you go.

  When she saw my tattoo however, that was a complication. Rachel seemed fairly accepting, though, so at least that was a plus. She didn’t seem to be the type to blabber to everyone so I was fairly certain she wouldn’t let on that we had been intimate.

  It was roughly two weeks since Rachel and I had slept together and we’ve been seeing each other pretty regularly to close the contract on the power armor procurement. My board of directors didn’t want me to even consider dealing with her, but I forced the issue, to their dismay. A bunch of ancient old farts, they have no concept about how the future is going to look. To keep the peace, one needs to prepare for war. That was my motto, anyway.

  My phone buzzed with a text message and I picked it up. It was Rachel. My heart dropped in my stomach as I read the news. She was pregnant.

  God damnit! Yeah, I could do many things but secure her an abortion was not one of them, no doctor would be willing to put his license on the line, no matter how much I paid him. I needed to do something fast. Fly her to China or Korea? That could work. China was a better bet, legislation wise.

  I knew what I had done was bad, very bad. I just hoped the elders didn’t find out until I got her safely to China and on the abortionist table. This is the last thing I wanted.

  As I sat in my office and stewed, there was a knock on my door. “Come in.”

  Three old men dressed in ancient looking robes shuffled into my office. They positively smelled of dust and mothballs. This isn’t good, I thought.

  These were the high elders of the three Clans of the Yakuza. The ones who give the sacred irezumi to those of high enough rank, imbuing them with the ability to change into the Clan’s totem animal. I, for instance, am able to change into the dragon that is permanently embedded into my skin.

  “We have been tracking the woman you bedded a few weeks ago, Kintaro.” Yazmat, the eldest of the three said.

  “Yeah, and?” I was beginning to sweat.

  “You know that it is forbidden for you to impregnate a woman without our approval. The bloodline must remain pure for the irezumi to bond and grant its power,” Izami, the middle of the three, said.

  “I wore a condom, it broke! She took the morning after pill, she told me.” I was pacing back and forth now. This means Rachel could be executed. That couldn’t happen, I wouldn’t allow it.

  “We have sent assassins to find her and end this problem,” Ikazi, the youngest said. Fuck no, just no.

  The bloodline has to be pure they said. Pure as in, she needed to be Japanese? That wouldn’t work, but maybe they meant in wedlock. “Wait, what if I marry her before she has the baby? Will that keep her safe?” Honestly, over the past two weeks I’ve become quite attached to Rachel. She was funny, independent and kind. The fact she was smoking hot and a firecracker in bed also helped, but as soon as the Three Brothers of the Yakuza talked about killing her and my unborn child, I was in full-on protective mode.

  See, Yazmat, was the Chief Elder of the Dragon clan. Izami, was the head of the Tiger Clan, and Ikazi was the head of the Kitsune Clan. All three ruled over the Clans with an iron fist. There was usually quite a bit of infighting among the three clans, and the immortal brothers were no different, so when they got together and agreed upon something with such finality, you knew that there was something serious going on.

  I sat there and waited while they discussed it among themselves. I knew they would have preferred me to mate with one of their own. The Tigers would be especially slighted because I had been betrothed to the daughter of their Yokai, or shape shifter, in hopes of cementing a solid alliance. The thing is, I didn’t like the girl, to put it lightly.

  Alright, I hated her. She was selfish, stuck-up, self-centered and just an all-around cunt. Not only that, I didn’t find her physically attractive either. She had absolutely no breasts, or hips. It was almost as if she never went through puberty. The thought of sleeping with someone who looked so child-like turned my stomach.

  “Never! He’s promised to my descendant and that is final!” Izami yelled out. I knew he was going to be a problem.

  Oh, I forgot to mention, I’m Yazmat’s direct descendant. Each Clan head is directly descended from one of the elders, who have been around for literally as long as the Yakuza. Each embody the main spirit of the clan animal and it’s passed on to their direct issue. They’re the only ones who have the power to pass on the power through the sacred irezumi. That’s the way it works.

  Miko, the girl Izami was talking about, was the first female born into the Yokai families in over a thousand years. Due to being female, she was not allowed to take the sacred irezumi, so they wanted to marry her to the most eligible bachelor -- me. The fact that Miko was born a girl, pointed some pretty big suspicions at Miko’s mother.

  Of course, Takai had his proclivities from what we’ve learned through the grapevine. Apparently, he had no desire to bed women. Maybe, out of duty to keep the Tiger’s line alive, Miko’s mother reached out and got impregnated by Takai’s younger brother, hence how Miko was born. DNA tests proved inconclusive either way because Takai was so close a genetic match to his brother, Oru, that there was no way to be sure.

  Why not the Kitsune clan? Well, for starters, the head of the Kitsune clan was in his fifties and already married. His son was too young to even entertain the thought of marriage at only ten years old. Kid was lucky to escape an arranged marriage like that, but who knows, maybe when he got older, his duty would compel him to listen to the elder’s suggestions on who to marry and go with it.

  “Sorry, Izami, but you are the only dissenting voice in this. Kintaro marries the Western woman, before her pregnancy shows.” Yazmat looked at me with his milky white blind eyes and I shuddered as I knew he was staring at me deep into my soul. “You will have to tell her. Everything, and if she values her own life, she will agree to marry you. If not, we’ll kill her and you will be forced to marry Miko.”

  I swallowed hard and nodded. “I’ll go and meet her…”

  “After we leave,” Yazmat said as he pointed a crooked finger at me. “You do not wait. We’ll put the assassins on standby, but if she refuses, you will watch your friend die before your eyes as a message for you to keep your dick in your pants from now on, unless we say you can.”

  “Alright, I’ll go meet her at the bar.” I swallowed h
ard. “Can I at least get a ring for her first?”

  “What a stupid western custom. You ask her to marry you, you bring her in front of us and we marry you. As a bonus, she becomes a citizen of Japan and gets all the rights afforded to her.”

  I nodded. I had full confidence they would have the paperwork in place for this, since it was their idea and all.

  “We will know her answer, so you can’t lie to us,” Yazmat said as they left my office.

  I sat down and picked up my phone to let Rachel know that I wanted to meet with her at the same bar where we had our first date. She agreed, because she wanted to talk to me about the pregnancy and the options.

  I sighed, got up from my desk and put on my blazer. I thought the whole Yakuza thing went over better than this shape shifter news will. I went down to the elevator and nodded to my receptionist, who looked at me with terror in her eyes. I guess she knew I was in deep shit, probably the entire clan did by now.

  I quickly made my way through the streets of Tokyo and to the bar. “She’s already inside, boss,” the bouncer informed me. “She looks pretty upset.”

  “No one else is in there?” My heart was pounding hard. I hope the assassins didn’t get in, this was my personal bar and no one was allowed inside without my express permission.

  “Sorry, we had to let the other guy in. The Elders would have had my cock, otherwise.” He seemed genuinely sorry. I’d let it slide for now. Usually, such dereliction would mean he would have to gut himself at my earliest convenience.

  “Well, let’s hope he hasn’t killed her yet.” I was fervently hoping she was still alive.

  “Yeah, she’s still alive. I think he was waiting for you to show up or something. I don’t know, I’m just the bouncer. Just to let you know, you’re paying for the cleanup bill if he does whack her in the bar.”

  “And I’ll carve it out of the wrinkly ball sacks of those foolish old men,” I said as I made my way inside.