Mated to the Dragons

by Sara Fields

  Landing in a small area at the top of a tall, reinforced tower, he shifted back into his human form as his brother landed beside him. Heading through an ornate wooden door, Draego stalked to the bed and gently placed Jada on the quilt. Her eyes flickered open and her eyes narrowed in confusion, looking from him and then to Bruddis.

  “How are you alive? The dragons, they were going to kill you. I had to save you,” she whispered, fear clearly apparent by the waver in her voice and in the depth of her gaze. “You were dead.”

  “Shh, it’s alright now. The trials are over. You’ve passed and never have to go through them again. You’re to be our wife, pet,” Draego said softly.

  Her eyes glistened with unshed tears, coming from a place of terror, exhaustion, and what looked to be extreme relief. Her hands flittered forward, slinking around both his and his brother’s neck and she hugged them both. Her body trembled against his and he wound his arm around her, pulling her closer to them.

  “I thought I was going to be there forever,” she whispered.

  “All over now, Jada,” Bruddis replied as he kissed the top of her head. “For us, you were only gone for a few hours, but it felt like ages. We missed you, little human.”

  She lifted her wet green eyes to Draego’s and searched for something, her pupils flickering back and forth as she stared. He cupped her chin and drew her lips to his, claiming her as his once and for all. She moaned quietly and he deepened the kiss, devouring her and taking what he wanted and what he knew she needed.

  His tongue tangled with hers and she arched into his chest. Finally, he pulled back and his brother took his chance to kiss her. His red eyes seemed to glow with seductive pleasure and he grinned in Draego’s direction.

  Quickly, Draego divested her of her dress and still, she didn’t protest. He smirked even wider with pleasure. He didn’t ask for what he wanted, he took and she yielded to him. It felt glorious, a match fated by the gods, but he didn’t care right then. He needed to touch her, take her, fuck her.

  Each man placed a hand on her shoulder, pressing her back down to the bed. Draego took a nipple between his lips, Bruddis the other and he twirled his tongue around the hard bud.

  Jada needed to be reminded that she was theirs and he aimed to do just that.

  He drew his teeth across her sensitive skin and bit softly, but when she arched prettily off the bed under him, he couldn’t help but groan as his cock hardened like steel against her thigh. Taking the lead, he gripped her around the waist and flipped her over, drawing her back so that her bottom lifted high into the air. On her knees with her chest pressed against the bed, she was a picture of decadent seduction.

  With his hands, he spread her ass and grinned when her rosy bottom hole tensed with nervous excitement. Running a finger down the cleft of her ass, he teased her and she quivered beneath him, yet she did not fight him. This was an interesting development.

  His brother passed him a bottle of oiled lubricant and he poured some on his fingers, but then dribbled some on her tight rim. She clenched, and Bruddis smacked her bottom hard. A white handprint showed for a second, before quickly turning pink and then red.

  She deserved to be fucked hard.

  But Draego was merciful. She was exhausted and she needed to rest. There would be plenty of time for fucking on their wedding night.

  Bruddis slinked his fingers beneath her, circling her clit and making her moan with pleasure. Draego’s cock jolted at the sound, but he held himself back, taking the moment to enjoy Jada’s beautiful body instead of rushing to take her. He ran his thumb up and down the cleft of her ass as he watched her pussy clench with desire, her arousal pouring out of her so much so that her thighs began to glisten with it.

  He pushed his thumb into her little bottom hole and grinned with she gasped and fought back at his unexpected intrusion.

  Relentless, he worked his digit in and out of her and her moans of pain quickly changed into something heartier and passionate. She was getting turned on.

  Reaching into his pocket, he took out a cool, heavy glass butt plug. It was wider than his cock at its biggest point and would help to train her so that she could take the two of them at once without the power of their alpha blood or the fire shaman’s magic. It would prepare her for all they had planned for their wedding night as well.

  He swirled the slippery liquid around the tip of the plug and smirked when he placed it flush against her bottom hole and she jumped.

  “What’s that?” she whimpered, clearly anxious about the unknown.

  “Something that you are to wear to remind you that we are your owners and masters,” Draego replied, the power over her as intoxicating as a glass of mead.

  “Resist, and I won’t let you come,” Bruddis added, his grin equally as large as he played with her clit, causing her hips to buck with pleasure.

  In response, her moan lowered and her muscles trembled, all signs that her orgasm wasn’t very far off. Bruddis met his eyes and smirked.

  Draego pushed the plug slowly and steadily into her bottom, her sounds an odd mixture of pleasurable agony as she reeled from the ecstasy of Bruddis’ fingers and the punishing pain of the plug, widening her naughtiest hole.

  She keened, her bottom clenched as her body fought the unnatural assault but Draego took no mercy. She was going to wear the plug for him, because it would please him and because he ached to take her in her tight hole himself.

  Taking his fingers, he spread her bottom wider and pushed the plug in further with his other hand. Deeper and deeper he took her, stretching her more and more and he knew it hurt. He watched her pussy clench around empty air and he ached to fill her there.

  “So very fucking wet,” he said.

  “Her pretty little cunt is soaked,” Bruddis echoed.

  “Indeed,” Draego chuckled, pushing a bit more firmly on the plug as it reached its widest point. Her back arched and she cried out, but he pressed on until it popped inside her, the base holding it firmly inside her bottom.

  Bruddis pinched her clit and she moaned low and seductive as her release took over her body. Her hips rocked back and forth and Draego slid his fingers inside her empty pussy, pumping them in and out of her as she came once, then twice. She clamped around him and he moaned, imagining his cock in place of his fingers.

  Her breath came in short little pants, mixed with moans and screams of pleasure until she collapsed into the bed, her knees sliding out from beneath her. Draego pulled his fingers from her pussy and slid them in between his lips, enjoying her sweet flavor. Her eyes found his and she gasped, watching as he tasted her.

  “Good girl,” he said quietly and she nearly purred in response.

  Bruddis patted her bottom softly, right on top of the large plug still stuffed inside her naughtiest hole.

  “Does that have to stay in my bottom?” she asked innocently and oh so sweetly and Draego grinned.

  “Oh, yes. That’ll stay until Bruddis and I have decided you can take it out, which may not be until after the wedding tomorrow afternoon,” he replied and she groaned with embarrassment, her tiny hands reaching back to touch its base.

  “Don’t you dare even think of taking it out yourself, pet,” Bruddis warned.

  “Will you spank me again?” she whispered with a strange look of both desire and anxiousness. Draego grinned. His little human liked pain.

  “Yes. I’ll paddle that backside of yours red if you disobey,” Bruddis threatened and Draego saw something in her eyes flash, a sort of indecision that he knew very well.

  He’d have to remind Bruddis to check her naughty bottom hole after they were married. If she disobeyed, she was going to spend a long time over both his and his brother’s knees for disobeying his command. He kind of hoped she would, just so they could have a reason to punish her. He’d enjoy spanking that lily-white ass of hers until she learned her lesson.

  “Go to sleep now, pet. You’ll need your rest as tomorrow is going to be a busy day,” Bruddis said firmly and
her eyes slid closed, almost as though she was waiting for permission to fall asleep.

  The brothers tucked her in and watched her sleep quietly for some time.

  “You know she’s going to test you tomorrow,” Draego said with a smirk.

  “I know she will. I’ve got a new leather paddle that is going to teach her a lesson then, which she won’t soon forget,” Bruddis chuckled.

  “I’ll make sure to pick up a punishment tail in the morning from the market, along with a few other ornaments to outfit our naughty human. After she’s been thoroughly punished, we’ll take her to dinner, sporting just her bright red plugged bottom,” Draego laughed openly.

  “Mhhhmmm. I can’t wait,” Bruddis snorted. Draego watched as his brother flexed his hand. He’d already been able to feel the clench of her cheeks under his disciplinary palm, and knew his brother ached for the chance as well.

  Chapter Eight

  Jada woke the next morning to an empty room and a single note on the pillow. She rolled over and picked it up, reading the brothers’ words.

  “The maids will be in shortly to begin preparing you for the wedding. Remember to behave and to abide by our wishes by keeping your bottom plugged until we decide to remove it. Disobey us and you’ll be punished.”

  Punished.

  That word resonated in her mind and a shot of pleasure zinged straight to her clit.

  Chewing her lip, she flopped back on the bed anxiously and whined when the motion pushed the glass plug deeper into her bottom. What should she do? These men were to be her husbands and oddly enough, the thought of them punishing her aroused her greatly, even though she knew it was supposed to deter her.

  She recalled how Draego had spanked her when they first met and her pussy pulsed at the thought. Did she want that? Would she regret coveting it?

  Hugging her knees to her chest, she thought about how both brothers had taken her at once and she shivered with desire. She wanted more.

  Reaching backwards, she took a hold of the base and began to pull it out. It came out slowly and painfully, and she bit her tongue to keep from crying out. She was persistent, however, and when she finally pulled the plug free, she breathed a sigh of relief at the cessation of the heavy feeling of the toy inside her.

  She was guilty of disobeying them and while her stomach clenched with nervous arousal, she grinned. A knock at the door sounded and within moments, a crowd of servants entered the room. Before they saw, she hid the plug in the nearby nightstand and smiled weakly when they tore the covers off her naked body.

  In no time at all, she was thrust into a warm bath, washed, primped, oiled, and dried. She was fed a plate of fresh fruit and a glass of red wine. Her hair was brushed and styled in rich long waves that hung down her back. Rouge and eyeliner were gently applied to her face while someone painted a dark rose-colored lipstick on her mouth. A steel-boned corset was curled around her waist and the cords tightened enough to push her breasts up high on her chest. She breathed shallowly, getting used to the iron bones shaping her curves.

  Petticoats were threaded up her legs and tied around her waist and at long last, a dress was guided over her head and settled into place. The white dress was strapless, and a soft sweetheart neckline accentuated her shapely breasts. A princess-style gown flowed down to the floor, and when she looked back, a long train followed.

  Elaborate lace flowers decorated the trim around her bust and swirled down to the floor in a gorgeous design that must have taken hours of work to create, a dress meant for royalty.

  A woman walked forward and placed a beautiful silver crown atop her head, accented with rubies, sapphires, and diamonds.

  When the servants finally finished their work, she was able to glance in the mirror at her appearance and she gasped at her reflection. She looked elegant and ethereal, like she had always imagined a princess or a queen might look on the day of her wedding.

  Her waist looked tiny, her hips curvy, and her breasts shapely. Her long waves hung loose, beautiful, and shiny. The makeup on her face was light, but showed off all her best features and brought attention to her big green eyes.

  “Wow,” she murmured softly. “Thank you.”

  The servants nodded and said little in return. Once she was ready, she was led out by the hand and down a series of hallways to a large outdoor arena. A white rug spanned the floor and she was guided to her place at the very end of it. On the other side, Bruddis and Draego awaited her, each dressed in a simple black tunic and pants with an elaborate white fur mantle over their shoulders and gemmed ornamental daggers on their belts. Atop their head sat gold crowns, Bruddis’ with rubies and Draego’s with sapphires.

  She swallowed heavily as the music of a nearby orchestra began to play. Both Draego and Bruddis reached for her and she began to walk toward them without a second thought. The soft chords of a piano played a tune she didn’t recognize and as she looked around, she saw that the arena was full of people in the audience. White rose petals rained down around her and she couldn’t help but smile at the romantic image of her in a white wedding gown and the beauty surrounding her.

  As she reached her men, their smiles widened and they took her hands within theirs, one for each man. A priest of some sort began to murmur something but she didn’t pay attention, instead finding herself caught within the smoldering gaze of the two alien men. They studied her and she squirmed, suddenly remembering her decision to disobey them and remove the glass plug from her bottom hole.

  Dropping her eyes, she studied the rose petals drifting to the floor around them and heard Bruddis chuckle softly under his breath.

  As she lifted her gaze to meet his, he smirked at her, like he already knew what she had done. Shivering, she squeezed her thighs together and felt her arousal beginning to seep across her skin. Knowing that she had been deliberately naughty made it even worse and somewhere deep inside, she couldn’t wait for them to catch her.

  The priest finally caught her attention when he mentioned the phrase “to submit, to obey, and to honor her men.”

  “Do you solemnly swear to take these men as your masters, to love and obey them without question, and to wear this collar as evidence of your devotion?”

  Furrowing her brow in confusion, she looked around, expecting a ring and not some collar. In Draego’s hands was a thick brown leather strap. Bruddis took one end of it, Draego the other, and the two of them circled it around her throat.

  They paused then, both staring at her with expectation.

  Almost by automation, she said the words “I do,” softly, under her breath.

  The brothers clasped the collar around her throat and she reached up to touch it, finding an O-ring at the center. She swallowed with nervousness, imagining Draego leading her by a leash and she shivered.

  Lost in her thoughts, she could feel their hot stares burning at her skin and she clenched her bottom in anticipation of what was to come. Biting her lip, she hazarded a smile as the priest took her fingers into his own and lifted her hands, giving each one to the brother at her side.

  “Prince Draego, Prince Bruddis, do you take this human as your lawfully wedded wife and future queen of Draegira?”

  “We do,” the two men said together.

  They lifted the back of her hands to their lips and pressed a soft kiss to her skin. Shivering with desire, she smiled softly before being pulled into a kiss with Bruddis and then Draego, both which left her reeling and gasping for air in the most delicious way possible.

  “Then I pronounce you men and wife,” the priest said and the crowd around them roared in excitement. The brothers took her hands and held them high up the air, both with gleeful expressions on their faces.

  Turning back toward the crowd, they looked out for a long moment before pulling her into another kiss with each man.

  In no time at all, she was whisked away from the arena and taken to visit the king, who was looking frailer than ever. She didn’t get a chance to say anything to him, but Draego announced tha
t they had been married and the look on the face of the king was one of extreme relief. His skin took on a slightly bluer tint as he seemed to collapse further into the bed with each passing breath.

  “I wish the three of you all the happiness in the world,” the king managed to whisper as he closed his eyes and drifted off into a restless slumber.

  Jada knew his time would come very soon and she couldn’t help but sniffle back a few tears at what was meant to be.

  Gently, Bruddis led her from the room while Draego stayed with the king a bit longer. He brought her back to the bedroom and gracefully helped her out of her wedding gown and corset, leaving her in just her underwear. He handed her a fur mantle, which she quickly wrapped around her shoulders in order to chase away the chill of sadness and the cool air around her.

  Bruddis watched her silently and turned when Draego entered the room shortly after.

  Jada watched as Draego met Bruddis’ eyes with a sort of sad acceptance.

  “Father won’t last much longer, now that the wedding has been completed. Once this night passes, he’ll continue to get weaker,” he stated sadly and Bruddis nodded grimly in agreement.

  They were quiet for a long time and she didn’t say anything, allowing them to process their grief on their own time.

  They turned toward her then, their gazes hungry and she whimpered. She watched as their sorrow faded away and they focused their full attention on her. Bruddis looked at her with an all-knowing grin then and she trembled with what was to come.

  “I want you to walk over to the bed and take off your mantle. Then I want you to undress completely and bend over the bed. My brother and I wish to see if you obeyed us, or if our first night as husbands and wife will be filled with punishment, rather than pleasure,” Bruddis ordered and she shivered.

  Draego appraised her with a silent smirk.