by Lisa Andel
He slammed away at my womb, the pleasure beyond anything I'd ever felt.
"Rafe,” I managed, then was reduced to whimpers.
My orgasm ripped through me without warning, and I screamed. He started coming shortly after, the violent clenching of my vagina wrenching him into it. Bolts of pleasure kept blasting through me, as Rafe continued to come. I bucked and writhed, and he cursed, the vise of my cunt milking him of every drop.
We collapsed together. Breathing hard, and mindless after the intensity of our release.
I came to earth with the feel of Rafe's tongue lapping at my shoulder.
I tried to roll over, but he nipped me, and lifted me to my knees again.
He trailed his cock through the juices leaking from my pussy, then pressed the head against my anus. He pressed down on my back, and I responded, allowing the head of his cock to penetrate me. He kept the pressure up, entering me by degrees, until he was buried to his balls.
He took a few slow strokes, then lost control. He battered his cock into me, his balls slapping hard against my pussy. Then his jaws clamped down again, as hard as before.
He fucked me like a man possessed, growling and snarling as he powered his cock into me.
He reached around my body, and slid his fingers over my clit. I jerked, and he started rubbing it in tight circles. Both my vagina and my rectum clenched.
"Fuck me,” Rafe moaned.
I shot over the edge, the spasms raking my body relentlessly.
Rafe's cock got impossibly large, then his liquid heat began filling my rectum. He held me tight, through his multiple orgasms, then let me drop to the bed, as he withdrew his cock from my ass. He rolled off, and disappeared into the bathroom.
I was only half conscious when he returned to bed. He rolled me onto my back, then spread his knees on the mattress above my head. He lowered himself to his hands, and bumped my lips with the head of his cock.
"Take me in your mouth."
I opened my mouth to him, and he slipped between my lips.
He watched his cock as he pressed it into the depths of my mouth, then backed it out again. I swirled my tongue around his shaft, as he increased his pace, driving himself to the back of my throat.
He lowered himself to his elbows, and buried his face in my crotch, sucking and licking up our combined cum.
His hips pistoned faster as his mouth devoured me.
I rocked my hips against his face, and groaned, when he drove his tongue into my vagina. I grabbed his ass, relaxed my throat, and took his entire length.
I felt the vibrations of his groan against my pussy. His tongue drove into me faster, his fingers circling and pinching my clit as he powered himself down my throat.
I felt the familiar tightening, then blew apart, coming in his mouth as he drank me down.
His cock thickened, then jammed in my throat. He started coming, spurting thick ropes of semen. I swallowed convulsively, my pussy throbbing in response.
He came again, then managed to back out, just enough to allow me to breathe. He continued to come, and I sucked and swallowed every drop.
Rafe turned his head to the side, and I felt his fangs sink into the tender flesh on the inside of my thigh. He sucked my flesh there, a contented purr rumbling through his body.
Releasing my thigh, he licked the tiny punctures, and allowed his cock to slip from my mouth.
He then turned and lowered his body on top of mine. Kissed me, hard, and I was half afraid he was going to fuck me again.
He laughed and moved off to my side, and wrapped me in his arms.
"I'll give you a couple of hours before I fuck you again."
"Gee, thanks.” I couldn't help but smile at him.
Then I snuggled close, and fell asleep.
Chapter Five
Rafe woke me several times during the night, and then again in the morning. I'd just decided to spend the day in bed, hoping to get enough sleep between rounds of sex.
I was drifting off when I noticed Rafe was sniffing me.
"What are you doing?” I grumbled.
Instead of answering me, he kissed me until I couldn't think.
I fell asleep without realizing he hadn't said a word.
He woke me with his cock, again, and I could barely function. My pussy was so sensitive by this point, that I kept having mini-orgasms as he fucked me. I was reduced to tears by the time he had me crashing into climax as he came inside of me. He came so much, I could feel his cum leaking down the crease between my cheeks.
He sniffed me again, but I was far too tired to question it.
I woke up several hours later, my ass nestled against his groin. He splayed his hand across my belly, and nuzzled the side of my neck, sniffing me as he did so.
"O.K. Why are you sniffing me all the time?"
"I love the way you smell.” Rafe's declaration rang with pride.
I craned my neck so I could see his face.
He grinned at me with pure male satisfaction.
"I don't get you sometimes,” I told him.
He rubbed my belly, his grin growing wider, and eyelids heavy with desire.
"You're not falling in love with me, are you?"
Rafe's eyes widened, then he frowned at me. He opened his mouth, shut it, then opened it again.
"Absurd,” he growled. But his cock hardened against my ass, and I had to wonder.
"Think we can go out tonight?"
"No.” His voice was harsh, assuring me he had no intention of backing off.
"Please?"
He shoved me to my back, and levered himself between my legs.
"Do you want to become Zaituc's mate? Is that what this is really about?” The bones in his face stood out as anger washed over him.
I stilled. Then my own anger flared. The damned dragons were taking my very freedom from me, and I wasn't going to sit still for it.
Rafe's eyes narrowed. He looked positively lethal when he said in a low voice, “Do you dream of the burn of dragon fire?"
I shoved at Rafe's chest. “Back off, you oaf. I told you I preferred you."
He raked his fangs down the side of my neck. I shivered as jolts of pleasure shot straight to my cunt.
Rafe grazed his fangs along my skin. Reaching between us, he guided his cock to my entrance. He growled as he dragged the head through my drenching arousal. I clasped my knees to his waist without having to be directed to do so.
Seating himself at my opening, he wrapped himself around my shoulders, dragging the hardened points of my breasts across his chest.
He stared into my eyes, the heat of his desire burning into me. The side of his mouth curled up in a wicked smile just before he impaled me with his cock.
"Rafe.” My head fell back, my hips arching up to meet his.
He nipped my earlobe, as he powered his cock in and out of my depths.
"So fucking hot.” He breathed into my ear. My sheath clamped around him like a fist. “So tight.” I shuddered, and a wash of moisture bathed his cock. “So wet."
He nuzzled my neck, licking the spots he'd marked the night before.
I ground my pussy against him on every inward stroke, my breathing heavy and erratic.
"Rafe,” I pleaded with him.
He stretched his jaw, placing his teeth over the mark on my shoulder, and grasped my flesh, then slid his hands under my hips, tipping me for deeper penetration.
With his grip on my shoulder, and his chest pressing me to the bed, he slammed himself deep, faster, and harder yet.
I screamed, my body jerking, my vaginal muscles convulsing.
Still he pounded into me, faster yet, wild, unrestrained strokes smashing his cock into my womb. I felt myself tightening towards another orgasm. His cock began to swell.
We cried out together, our climaxes exploding through us. It built from there, each successive time he spewed inside me, driving us higher.
He continued coming for nearly half an hour. Drained, he dropped on top of me, utte
ring softly, “My God."
* * * *
"Christ.” I exhaled the word, as a satisfaction deeper then I'd ever known settled over me.
I could still feel his cock buried inside me. Smaller now, if that word could ever be used where his cock was concerned. It was no longer virtually locked inside of me, though it still felt mostly hard.
He just might kill me yet.
I dozed, only waking when he lifted me from the bed and carried me into the bathroom. He'd filled the tub; he climbed into it, with me in his arms. Settling in, he arranged my body between his legs.
Then he bathed me, taking extra care with my breasts and the area between my legs.
"Mmmm.” I wasn't sure that I could move on my own.
"Like that, do you?"
I could hear the amusement in his voice.
"Is there anything you can't do?"
He was quiet for several moments. “Not that I can think of."
I felt revived after the bath, and decided I was hungry.
Rafe followed me to the kitchen, and lent a hand helping me fix breakfast.
My phone continued to ring, though not as often. I let the answering machine pick up all the calls, mostly from dragons.
The doorbell rang a few times. Once it was Tyr. He glared at the camera and kept his finger on the button until I finally relented and answered.
"What is it, Tyr?"
"About fucking time. Open the damned door, I need to talk to you."
"I don't want to mate you, Tyr."
"This isn't about mating.” He narrowed his eyes, sending me a fierce glare.
"What is it about, then?” I really didn't want to let Tyr into my home.
"I'll tell you after you let me in. All I'll say right now is, other dragons have plans for you. I'm willing to share that information."
"Rafe and Ash are here.” I glanced at Rafe, imploring him to get Ash.
"That's all right. They'll want to hear what I have to say, too."
He shocked me with that statement.
"What do you think, Rafe?"
"I say let him in."
Ash appeared behind the panther.
"I agree."
"I'm buzzing you in, Tyr. When you come in the door, turn right and take the stairs. At the top of the stairs, cross the room to the door on the opposite wall."
I pressed the latching mechanism, and opened the front door for Tyr. Then I waited for him to show up on the monitor on the other side of the door.
Rafe stood behind me, while Ash pulled beers out of the fridge and set them around the table.
I palmed the lock, and watched while Tyr examined the sally port, then stepped into it. He leaned against the wall, looking wickedly handsome in his black leather pants and jacket.
Rafe growled softly in my ear.
I opened the inner door, and Tyr sauntered in, his stormy eyes burning into me. His lazy grin sent a jolt of arousal straight to my crotch.
What the hell is wrong with me? Rafe was more man than I could handle and here I was getting wet over a dragon.
"Zaituc.” Rafe's breath teased my hair as he spoke.
Tyr glanced briefly at Rafe, then returned his attention to me. Ignoring Rafe's warning growl, Tyr pulled me into an embrace and kissed me.
"Back off, Zaituc, she's mine now."
Rafe yanked me out of Tyr's arms, the other man relinquishing me with obvious amusement.
"Don't press your luck, Zaituc.” Ash's voice boomed from the kitchen area.
Tyr swung his gaze in Ash's direction, smirking at him while he sauntered into the kitchen.
"Good to see you too, Ash.” He accepted the beer that Ash offered him, and took a seat at the table.
Rafe and I joined them, Ash across from me, Rafe at my side. Both men leaned in my direction, an unconscious gesture in regards to my safety.
Tyr leaned back in his chair looking at my home.
Rafe looked at Ash. Ash looked at me. I shrugged.
"So what brings you here, Zaituc?” Ash finally asked.
"I've heard some—plans—in the works for Lisa.” Tyr spoke to my chest. “Thought I'd alert you to them."
"Out of the goodness of your heart, no doubt,” Rafe snarled.
"Fuck that. I still have hopes for her myself.” He smiled, shifted his gaze to my face, and winked.
At least he was honest.
It suddenly occurred to me that I had slept with every man at the table. Except for the human and the sorcerer, they were the only men I'd ever slept with. Was this odd, or what?
Rafe slanted a look at me, making me wonder if the same thing had occurred to him.
The phone rang. Everyone ignored it.
"Lache Varias,” Tyr started. “He's the one you have to worry about the most. My sources tell me he's the one that managed to set fire to your living room."
Tyr took a pull of his beer, his eyes never leaving mine.
"He's got some friends of his watching this place. Their job is to let him know when you leave and follow you. They're not instructed to obtain you, though. Varias has offered a—reward—to others for bringing you to him."
He waved his empty bottle at Ash. Ash glared at him, but rose and retrieved beer for all of us.
Rafe dropped a hand on my thigh, his long fingers wrapping around it. I glanced down at his hand and felt moisture pool between my legs. When I looked back up, the men were staring at me, their eyes glittering with interest.
"You were saying?” I prodded Tyr, trying to ignore their stares.
"I love the smell of your arousal.” The flames were beginning to flicker in his eyes.
Rafe's fingers tightened on me, causing another wash of liquid to seep from my pussy.
"Damn,” Ash muttered.
"You're not really telling us anything we couldn't have figured out on our own.” I tried to get everyone's attention back on the subject.
Tyr slowly inhaled, the fires burning brighter in his eyes. “Not yet. But I will.” He drank from his bottle, apparently in no hurry to continue.
The temperature in the room rose. Sweat sprang out along my hairline and over my body. A single drop trailed between my breasts.
"Varias has started dating one of your customers. He intends to become close enough with her so that he'll be there when you make a delivery."
Tyr finished his beer, and raised an eyebrow at Ash. Ash grunted at him. Tyr shrugged, and got up to get his own. When he returned to the table, he took his time opening the bottle and taking a drink, making the rest of us wait on him.
"Edan Drache thought the idea had merit. He's gone about it in a slightly different way. He purchased a shop that you have a signed contract with. He'll be notifying you that he's your new contact person, and he'll try to set up an appointment with you. He intends to enforce the conditions of your contract."
I must have died shortly after signing that contract. I had no memory of any contracts where my business was concerned. I gave the customers the benefit of the doubt, gave them some flexibility with my pieces. Gave them terrific discounts for personal purchases. In return, they tended to be very honest about my commissions.
I shot Ash a look, wondering if he had any idea who held this contract.
He shrugged.
I raised my eyebrow at Tyr. He leaned forward and grinned at me.
"The Green Lizard,” he stated with a laugh, clearly finding humor with this announcement. “Sorry, babe, you wouldn't know, but Edan's a green."
Rafe stiffened at Tyr's casual use of the endearment.
Ash leaned forward, and suddenly I felt claustrophobic. I jumped out of my chair and started pacing in the area between the kitchen table and the sofa, unhappy with the dragons’ continued attention. Tyr was speaking to me, but I'd quit listening. He stood, and grabbed me on my next pass.
His arms wrapped around me, pulling me tightly to his body. He bent his head next to mine, his erection digging into my stomach.
"Don't piss me off. I want y
ou bad enough to fuck you in front of the others.” He nipped my neck, working his way towards my mouth. “I will have you again,” he vowed, just before he captured my lips, and plundered my mouth with his tongue.
Ash grabbed Tyr, muttered something, and wrenched him off of me. His eyes wild, he glared at the dragon. He was breathing heavily, barely in control of himself.
Tyr realized how dangerous Ash was at that moment, and backed off. He helped himself to another beer, and returned to his seat at the table.
I stood staring at Ash, my mouth hanging open. I'd never seen him this mad and I was wondering what he'd do next.
Then I knew. He towered over me, grabbed my upper arms, and hauled me over to the table. “Sit,” he ground out between clenched teeth. I parked my ass in my chair. “Stay.” He glared at me until I nodded.
He grabbed more beer from the fridge and slapped them down on the table in front of Rafe and me.
"Varias has also hired a sorcerer. I haven't heard exactly what spell he intends to have cast on you, but compulsion is going to be part of it. I don't know the man myself, the spell caster, but my guess is that you'll be hit with something more generic, then specific. You'll suddenly crave the burn of dragon fire, and Lache will conveniently show up on your doorstep to provide it."
I glanced at Ash and he nodded slightly. I hoped that meant he could cover me so that I wouldn't be affected by any spells that might be cast my way. I also hoped that it wasn't a certain demon sorcerer that had been hired.
"With Edan, you can probably count on his trying to drug you when you bring your jewelry to him. He's just that kind of a guy."
"How did Loretta Sproud get involved in this?” I eyed Tyr with more hostility than I realized I was harboring for him, or rather her.
"Loretta? What about her?” Tyr looked genuinely confused.
"She killed me once, nearly twice. I kind of resent that."
Tyr shook his head.
"I knew she had—ideas—about me, but I do my best to avoid her."
"Are you telling us you never fucked her?” Ash slid him a narrow look.
"Yeah, I fucked her, but that was over fifty years ago, and I've avoided her since."
"You don't have to worry about avoiding her anymore,” Rafe muttered under his breath.