by Freya Garth
‘Nobody needs to know about our private life,’ Goril reassured her.
Although her eyes were closed, the way he shifted the blanket told her his cock was hardening. It must be her blush that did it. She’d always felt silly for blushing, but Goril found it so sexy that she was beginning to appreciate it herself. The warmth certainly felt good on her skin, like the warmth of Goril’s body next to hers. Whoops, she shouldn’t be thinking like this, but it was too late, Fiami was waking to their shared sensuality. Goril knew instantly and began to run his hands over Doraya’s body.
‘Let’s try to talk for a while,’ she whispered. ‘If we both resist, perhaps we can hold her off.’
‘I don’t know how,’ Goril confessed. ‘I never had to try.’
‘You always let the women do the work,’ Doraya teased, poking him in the chest with her forefinger.
‘That does it.’ Goril sat up, grabbed Doraya, and threw her over his knee. ‘You’ve been cheeky once too often. It’s time you had a spanking.’
Chapter Three
‘Not—sure—I—can—’ Her voice was thick. Without his cock inside her, Fiami was harder to resist.
‘If I fuck you straight away, little one, we won’t last long.’ His voice was gentle while his hand stroked her bare buttocks and delved into her pussy, making her moan and shiver. ‘Anyway, we need to try different things.’
Doraya couldn’t speak. Fiami was huge in her mind, urging her to seek satisfaction. How could they last long anyway? The mental pressure was irresistible, the size of the wanting impossible to resist.
Thwack! Goril’s palm stung Doraya’s bottom into feeling. The sting was so sudden, so acute, that it made Fiami recede a little. Doraya remembered Mabbi being spanked by Adsel in the dining cave and understood why she’d wriggled her bottom. She longed to do the same, whether to get away from Goril’s hand or move toward it, she wasn’t sure, but Goril had one arm across the small of her back, holding her in place. Thwack! He slapped her hard, then again and again, making her bottom tender and warm. Juices from her quim ran down the inside of her thighs. It felt as if Goril and Fiami were battling for dominance within Doraya’s body and her mind. She heard Goril’s ragged breathing and knew Fiami would win, as the dragon always did.
Goril pushed her off his lap, moved around behind her, and plunged his cock into Doraya’s yearning quim. Her mental world came back into focus, but conversation was not going to be an option, not with Goril clutching her hips and pounding into her like a man possessed, not with the sensations flooding her body. His pelvis rammed her burning bottom as his cockhead rammed the neck of her womb, and she gave herself up to wave after wave of release as he spurted his spunk inside her, shouting out his pleasure with Fiami mentally cheering them on.
* * * *
Goril collapsed next to Doraya in a sweaty heap. Reaching for her hand, he expected the unresponsiveness he’d grown used to over the last four weeks, but to his amazement she curled her fingers around his and squeezed gently. He pulled her into his arms and eased them both into a snuggling position, pushing Doraya’s hair back from her damp forehead to make her more comfortable. Fiami was drowsy now, and Doraya’s breathing slowed, her head growing heavier on his shoulder as she sank back into sleep with their dragon.
Their dragon. When had Goril begun thinking that way? It was true, though, up to a point. Doraya wasn’t a dragon rider, but she would have to go with him everywhere. She wouldn’t be able to bear separation now that she and Fiami were melded. Neither would Fiami, come to that. But the other dragon riders weren’t going to like him taking one of their women away for days at a time. Maybe they would demand he spend no time with her when they were back here in the caves. Goril’s heart sank as he considered the likelihood of that outcome. He would have been arguing for it himself if another woman had melded with a different rider’s dragon, but he didn’t want to give up Doraya any more than he could help. She was different from the other women, different from any other woman he’d met. Her spirit was so strong, so vital. It nourished him.
Goril tightened his arms around the sleeping woman, determined to hold her and protect her for as long as he could. He didn’t feel sleepy himself. His head was too full of problems. How would they all cope with travelling to castles together? Would Doraya even be willing, after the terrible time she’d had at King Panac’s? The other option was for Goril and Fiami to stay forever in the caves, but he couldn’t see Fiami settling for that, and the prospect made his own heart sink.
Goril knew this wasn’t the most pressing of his problems, but thinking about travelling saved him from having to think about the nearer future. Doraya was definitely recovering now, which was wonderful, but that meant she would need to be assessed soon for full participation as a dragon rider’s woman. Would she be safe? He longed to keep her by his side, to be sure. There was still a way to go. After all, he hadn’t even begun to train her arse. Now that was a consoling thought. An arousing one, too, he realised, as his cock stood to attention. He’d need at least a week to get her used to anal penetration, and he couldn’t even start until Doraya was more fully recovered, so they’d have another fortnight or so together. At least.
* * * *
Over the next few days, Doraya made strides in her recovery. Her vision cleared, and she became able to hold simple conversations with Goril, Saban, and Alda. There were a couple of embarrassing moments when Fiami seized on a passing lustful thought of Doraya’s, and Saban and Alda had to leave the room in a hurry. Slowly, bit by bit, Doraya learned to manage her relationship with the big dragon. She was still completely unable to stay awake when Fiami wanted to sleep, and she could only discuss more complex issues while impaled on Goril’s cock or when she woke before Fiami in the mornings. Yet that was happening more and more often.
One morning, for the first time, Doraya woke while Goril was still sleeping. She leaned up on her elbow and looked at his face, which seemed even more handsome in repose. The sheet had slipped down from his broad shoulders, leaving part of his muscular chest exposed. It wasn’t often that she got a really good look at him, and she made the most of the opportunity, taking in everything from the little hollow in his shoulder to the sharp plane of his cheekbones. With Fiami also still asleep, Doraya relished the chance of a little time on her own, the first she’d known since that first day with the women.
When would she see them again? Soon, probably, for this mysterious assessment. Doraya felt a little nervous at the prospect, but they had been kind before. Surely she didn’t need to worry.
Goril’s golden eyes opened and looked straight into hers. His face creased into a sleepy smile, and he pulled her into his arms.
‘Something to tell you, little one,’ he murmured into her ear.
She breathed in the spicy scent rising from his warm skin. ‘Yes?’
‘I may not have much time. It’s such a turn-on even to think about this.’
That sounded good. ‘What is it?’
‘I need to start training your arse.’ He reached around behind her and stroked her buttocks before inserting an exploratory finger between them.
Doraya yelped in surprise as Goril’s finger touched her pucker. ‘Training it for what?’
‘For penetration. By me.’
She felt his cock, stiff as a stone against her thigh, and sensed Fiami waking with her arousal.
‘And by others,’ Goril went on, his voice catching as he felt Fiami’s glee. ‘But for now I’m going to have to fuck you in the usual way.’ He moved his hand to wrap around his cock, moving it lasciviously up and down as he caressed Doraya’s breasts with his other hand.
Doraya had no idea what arse training involved. Right now she didn’t care, either. The sight in front of her, and Fiami’s encouragement, meant she could only think of one thing. She gave herself up to their three-way lust. ‘I want you inside me,’ she said, knowing her words would inflame Goril further and lead to the satisfaction she craved.
Sure
enough, he pushed her back on the bed and thrust himself into her in a single movement that rocked her to her core. With his cock inside her, her thoughts became clearer. She was torn between the desire to slow him down to find out more about this arse training, and the longing to meet him thrust for thrust and soar directly to orgasm.
However, Goril evidently had plans of his own. He slid a hand between their bodies to coat a finger with her juices, then reached around behind her again to stroke around her pucker. With the lubrication, his caress felt astonishing, unexpectedly vivid. Doraya gasped, trying to process the sensation, and Goril slid his finger gently a little way into her anus. It felt so full, so arousing, that she had to wiggle her hips, wanting the sensation of his cock moving in her cunt to augment the feeling of the finger exploring her arse.
‘Oh, little one,’ he breathed, and began thrusting in perfect accordance with her desires.
The finger pushing slowly but inexorably further into her arse made her keen a long, wailing cry born of overwhelming sensation.
‘So tight,’ Goril gasped. ‘So hot.’
His spunk shot in warm jets over her cervix, and the pulsing of his cock sent her over the edge, making her sob from the collision of longing and release as her body convulsed again and again in his arms.
By the end of the day, Doraya was craving Goril’s finger in her arse. It didn’t seem to matter whether he was fucking her or rubbing her clit or nipples, or whether she was sucking him. Whatever they were doing, a finger in her arse increased her pleasure.
Three days later, her arse was ready for his cock.
* * * *
Goril was worried about taking Doraya’s arse too hard. If only there was a way to make Fiami hold back. He’d been trying to assert his will over his dragon’s, but it was about as easy as trying to push his body through a rock wall, and about as successful, particularly as he also longed to feel that tight virgin arse around his throbbing cock. The very thought made him stiffen, even though they’d already fucked six times that day. Doraya was sleeping in his arms again, and he kissed her hair softly, noticing her sweet smell as he did so. Her bruises were healed now, and a few weeks in bed, being loved and well fed, had put an attractive covering of flesh on her slender frame. Saban had had to bring a new dress for her, as the first one she’d worn no longer fitted. Her ample breasts, always attractive, had filled out beautifully, and the curve of her hips was alluring.
Maybe the way to take her gently was to begin when she was sleeping, and Fiami, too. If he didn’t think about it more than he could help, maybe he wouldn’t wake the pair of them.
Goril shifted Doraya’s body a little, as if to make them both more comfortable, and insinuated himself in between her thighs. For all he was trying not to think too much, his cock was throbbing with the knowledge of what he was attempting to do. He slid his erection carefully into her wet and ready cunt, just for the lubrication, thinking hard about cold night flights between castles, trying not to enjoy fucking Doraya too much. This is only the warm-up, he told himself, but couldn’t resist a couple of slow and gentle thrusts.
Then he made himself pull out and turned Doraya on to her front. She began to rouse, murmuring a sleepy question.
‘Hush, little one,’ he said quietly. ‘Let’s try not to wake Fiami.’
He positioned himself behind Doraya, held her hips, and pulled them backward to bring her to her knees. The sight of her arse, ready for him to fuck, sent a jolt of lust to his loins, and he felt Fiami began to stir. Determined they would have this moment to themselves, Goril put the tip of his well-lubricated cock to Doraya’s pucker and felt unbelievable delight as she pushed back toward him.
‘That’s right, little one,’ he panted.
His rock-hard cock entered her, little by little. The sight and feeling of his cock disappearing into her arse was almost too much. Fiami woke fully, and, for the first time, he forgot to think about Doraya’s needs.
A moan from her reminded him.
‘Noooo… it’s too big…’
Doraya moved a hand down between her legs, and he thought for a heart-sinking moment she meant to push him away. Instead, she began to stroke her clit, her fingers slurping between her labia in the juices flowing from her cunt. This woman was so unbelievably special. He knew he wasn’t supposed to have a favourite woman, but after all they’d been through, and when she was so astonishingly sexy, he didn’t see how he could help himself. Watching Doraya frig her own clit while his cock pumped in and out of her arse was one of the most erotic sights Goril had ever seen. The extra stimulation seemed to help her, judging by the way she was bucking her arse up and down on his cock. It felt incredible. She moaned again, but in pleasure this time, rubbing harder and more wildly, calling out his name as she came, her contractions pulling on his cock. He felt his own cum shooting from his tight, hard balls up the full length of his cock to spurt deep into her arse, stimulating Doraya to a final screeching, shuddering climax.
* * * *
The day came when Doraya and Goril had to part. He sat cross-legged on the bed, holding her hips to help her lower herself onto his cock. His golden eyes held sadness that she felt mirrored in her own. Even Fiami felt subdued.
‘So this is how we do it,’ she said, trying for a light tone.
He raised a questioning eyebrow.
‘We just have to be miserable and Fiami calms right down.’
Goril smiled, but Doraya could see his heart wasn’t in it.
‘I’ll see you again.’ She wondered why she was trying to comfort him when she felt so sad herself.
His arms tightened around her. ‘It won’t be the same.’
‘We can’t stay in here for the rest of our lives,’ she pointed out.
‘Don’t see why not,’ he said grumpily, which made her laugh.
He did smile then, in response, and traced her lips with his finger.
‘I love you, Doraya,’ he said seriously.
Her heart felt as if it might burst from her body. ‘I love you, too,’ she whispered, and buried her face in his chest as he stroked her hair.
* * * *
Saban escorted Doraya through the tunnels to the women’s caves. They met several dragon riders on the way, each of whom greeted them politely and looked Doraya up and down with frank interest. She was wearing her new dress, a shimmering turquoise which she knew would set off her red-gold hair and creamy skin. Each man’s direct gaze ignited her usual blush, but that didn’t embarrass her any more, although it did make her miss Goril with a pang of longing for his physical presence. How long would it be until she saw him again? Could she cope with the life that lay ahead without him at her side? And what was this assessment she was about to face? Saban had refused to talk about it, saying only that it was nothing to worry over, which did nothing to allay Doraya’s fears.
She was relieved when they reached the women’s caves. Mabbi embraced her with a warm hug. The women clustered around her and exclaimed over her changed appearance.
‘You’re so beautiful!’ Paleen exclaimed.
Benka’s hand ran down Doraya’s back and over her hip. ‘They’ve been feeding you. It’s done you good.’
‘Your eyes!’ Obadji gasped. ‘Look this way so I can see?’
Doraya turned this way and that, giving herself up to the enquiring faces and hands which looked, felt, and caressed.
‘We need to conduct Doraya’s assessment,’ Saban said firmly. ‘To test whether she’s ready to become a dragon rider’s woman. What do we test for?’
‘Willingness, responsiveness, initiative, and control,’ the other women chanted, as if it was a lesson long since learned.
‘That’s right,’ Saban said. ‘Although the “control” part may be more difficult for Doraya, as she is melded with the dragon Fiami. We don’t yet know how this will affect her, or Fiami’s rider Goril, so we will proceed slowly.’
Mabbi took Doraya’s hand and led her through the tunnels. Doraya thought they were headin
g for the grotto, but she didn’t have a chance to ask Mabbi, who kept up an endless flow of questions.
‘What’s it like, being melded? Did you get on well with Goril? Is someone looking after him now, in case the meld affects him badly?’
She explained that Alda would be with Goril, and then they reached the grotto. Doraya looked appreciatively at the twin waterfalls, the stream, and the large warm pool, all glistening in the soft light from the glowing globes.
‘Mabbi will lead Doraya through her assessment,’ Saban said. ‘I’m sure you all remember the routine.’
Doraya waited to see what would happen next. Her nerves had disappeared now she was back with the women. They were so friendly, so caring. She trusted them almost as much as she trusted Goril.
Each woman took off her dress, and then Mabbi helped Doraya with hers.
‘Don’t worry,’ Mabbi whispered, as she pulled the dress over Doraya’s head. ‘It’ll feel good. Just enjoy yourself.’
Fingertips brushed Doraya’s skin in the lightest of caresses, touching her everywhere but her most intimate parts. She stood proud and accepting of her physicality among the naked women intent on exploring her body, remembering Mabbi’s words, shivering just a little as their hands found sensitive spots behind her knees, above her elbows, at the sides of her breasts, on the nape of her neck.
‘Your assessment is conducted by women,’ Mabbi said, ‘because women understand other women’s bodies. We know, better than men, how and why a woman responds to a touch. Our job today is to assess whether you are ready to serve the dragon riders.’
Mabbi’s words seemed to serve as a signal because the women’s fingers changed direction, brushing Doraya’s nipples, her lips, sliding in between her thighs and buttocks. Her body responded, and she felt Fiami begin to pay attention. It felt different from when she was with Goril, perhaps because the other women were not melded themselves. Or perhaps because she was being caressed by a group of attractive women who she felt safe with, but who did not inspire in her the passion that Goril could elicit with a single quirk of one eyebrow. Either way, it felt easier to manage than when Fiami was inflaming her own lust and Goril’s at the same time.
