Between Gunn’s drugging kiss and Diablo’s wicked tongue thrashing, she was lost. Helpless to stop them, or her own animalistic response, she groaned. The inner muscles Diablo strummed tightened unbearably and quivered wildly, shattering her.
She floated in a galaxy of erotic sensation. Their dual assault softened, but didn’t end, prolonging her orgasm until she was boneless with satisfaction.
Diablo gave her fluted petals a last lick and raised his head.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous. I can’t get enough of you.”
“Thank you.” Fresh heat infused her at his extravagant compliment.
“We’re just getting started, sweetheart,” Gunn purred, kneading her bottom.
The unintentional reminder they hadn’t enjoyed any sensual relief flooded her with guilt, muting her rosy post-orgasmic glow.
“I’ve never…” She took a deep breath and tried again. “I’m not sure I can…” She flickered a glance at Diablo’s thick shaft and swallowed hard. “I want to be intimate with you, but you’re so big. Both of you at the same time just isn’t a possibility.” Heat raced up her neck to burn her cheeks.
Not only is dual possession possible, it’s what you need.” Gunn nipped the side of her neck, rekindling wants she’d thought completely sated.
“Trust us. We’ll take it slow and everything will work fine, sweetness.” Diablo promised.
His deep voice rippled through her, making something hot flutter in her belly. She melted at the fire in their eyes and their easy confidence. She did trust them. The lack of worry emanating from either Gunn or Diablo, gave her enough faith three-way mating was feasible to try. After all, they had experience and she didn’t.
To her amazement, twin rings of gold circled both their left wrists. The delicate lines formed bands exactly like bond marks. Rumor had it, demons mated for life. Of course the rest of the common wisdom she’d been taught about their species had proved wrong. Still the intensity in their gazes, their titanium determination, and their tenderness all said joining with them intimately wouldn’t be a friendly round of bed-sport followed by a swift farewell. A lifetime of devotion was a big commitment for anyone, let alone someone with no memory of her past. She still didn’t know who she was.
Why would I have invaded their air space without permission if my intentions were honorable? What if I’m an evil person?
On top of her other reasonable concerns, the nagging thought she’d forgotten something urgent she needed to do plagued her. The missing agenda remained locked in her bruised brain, along with her life history.
For a half a second, she considered asking if they knew why she’d come to Ranin Seven. She dismissed the impulse as ridiculous. If they had the answers she needed, they would’ve told her.
The males made love to her gently, lavishing tender, sipping kisses, and sweet caresses on her restless aching body. As careful as they were, they never stopped their erotic campaign or even slowed the arousing torture.
They pushed until once again she was lost in a frenzy of desperation. Just as the relentless strain of constant excitement began to erode her joy, a mental connection with the males snapped into place.
Images of her quite ordinary body flashed in their minds, stunning her. To them, every part of her was precious and beautiful. Their enthusiasm overwhelmed her concerns and she responded. The private folds between her legs swelled, softened, and gushed with evidence of her willingness.
“That’s right, babe. I want you to flood my mouth with your juices.” Diablo went back to squeezing and releasing the throbbing nub at the top of her folds in a rhythm that made her sheath clench helplessly, begging to be filled.
His long silken tongue darted deep inside her, probing, stroking, and lapping until her inner walls twitched with mindless achy desire. Everywhere he touched burned and her channel cried for more.
Gunn placed a trail of damp kisses and gentle nips down the side of her neck while he tugged on her hardened nipples. He lifted his head and moved close, whispering, “I love your taste. I’m going to lick every portion of you, because I can’t get enough.”
She shivered at his caress and the promise of unimaginable bliss in his rough words.
More fiery kisses trailed over a sweet spot on her throat, making her shiver with want. Then his silken tongue traced the outer shell of her ear. He nibbled the sensitive underside of her chin, paused, angling her to face him while applying subtle pressure on her jaw’s hinge. “Open for me, sweetheart
Zaynah’s lips parted, welcoming Gunn’s forked tongue. He tasted like bittersweet chocolate and she was starved for the rich, dark, hot flavor of his kiss. She suckled his probing glossa eagerly, swallowing and aching for something she’d never had and didn’t fully understand.
Too soon, he slipped out of her mouth, licking his way down to her sternum. Softly he skimmed the red markings and probed gently at the edges of the mysterious runes. His light touch set off fresh sparks of hunger.
Before she’d had a chance to wonder what Gunn was doing, Diablo pulled his long tongue out of her core and positioned the thick head of his mighty rod at her empty entrance. “Come for me, babe. Cover me with your creamy honey.”
Her body must have been just waiting for permission, because she fractured like a supernova.
The breathless plunge into sheer glory stole her awareness for an endless moment. When the rapture passed, she found herself once again writhing between the wickedly erotic press of two demon tongues and four talented and determined hands. The coiling tension deep inside grew tighter. A trickle of perspiration dripped down her spine.
Gunn lapped up the beads of sweat then licked lower, stopping to suck on the thin skin covering her tailbone.
She squirmed under his exquisite torture. The small patch was tender, swollen, and pulsed as if it had its own heartbeat. She tried to twist away from the sweet pain.
His busy hands, kneaded the globes of her butt, burning off any lingering doubts, and turning her clenched muscles into sizzling melted butter.
Her breasts swelled and tightened while her sheath softened and dripped with arousal, dampening her inner thighs.
Diablo continued to tease her most sensitive spot. Then his careful knuckles skimmed her entrance where the wide crown of his member was lodged in her core. He used the dampened back of his finger to tease her back channel while his free hand parted her sex, exposing a hard pearl of need.
He stared at the secret flesh, making her self-conscious. As if sensing her discomfort, he withdrew.
“You’re so beautiful, little dragon.” His words feathered across her taut breasts.
The strange endearment fueled her excitement. His dark chocolate scent drugged the last of her fears into submission. She disintegrated in a headlong rush down another tunnel of erotic sensation.
Diablo’s forked tongue rasped her pebbled nipple. His agile mouth squeezing, releasing, and pushing her back into another round of reckless wild hunger for more of the mind melting ecstasy only they could give her.
Gunn nipped her tailbone again then soothed the tiny hurt with his satin tongue.
Something, deep inside her, tightened beyond bearing. She moaned, writhing against their dual assault. Her tension reached critical mass and exploded, tossing her into a glorious storm of shooting stars. She drifted back to awareness, still locked their embrace.
The caress of their scales was almost too exciting—like the sweet torture of raw silk rubbing against her stiffened nipples. Skin softer than syn-velvet stretched over their engorged stalks, making each light contact exquisitely exciting.
Diablo pulled away, far enough to spread the liquid welling from the tiny slit on the voluptuous head down his thick shaft.
She watched, poised between faith and fear and panting with want as he repositioned his huge cockhead back at her entrance. His long, thick, stalk flexed, glistening with his juices, glowing a deep almost plum, red. Wet velvet skin stretched to near bursting over the heavy rod
impossibly harder than the rest of him.
Delaying his invasion, he dragged the bulbous head through her slit, coating her vulva with liquid fire—searing the tender, fluted flesh. The combination of his delicious dark chocolate scent, heat, and fiery wetness acted like an accelerant on a feast day bonfire.
She was desperate to quench the torrent of sensual need, his, Gunn’s and hers. Their connection made it impossible to distinguish whose passion burned hottest.
For a second, it was as if there was another set of thoughts weaving between the three of them—a fourth entity’s erotic craving.
Behind her, Gunn teased the seam of her butt with his erection. She reached back, grasping his hard cock. The shaft was too thick for her fingers to meet. She found the luscious mushroom top, welling with pre-cum.
Gently, he guided her hand, coating her back passage with the liquid heat oozing from the small slit in his smooth crown.
He groaned from the tender torture at the same time a murmur of anguished delight spilled from her lips.
The heat of seeping lust spread over the tightly puckered portal to her rear channel, lighting fresh fires of hungry need, banking the embers of hunger for dark, unknown, and forbidden pleasures, until the wanting grew unbearable. She squirmed between her lovers, craving their complete possession.
Maddeningly, Gunn continued his deliberate pace, massaging her furled portal with irritatingly gentle caresses. Finally one rough knuckle parted her, exposing her rear entrance. He spread the burning liquid from his welling cock and set fire to newly awakened nerve endings. Her empty sex clutched and her sphincter clamped down on the shallow probe.
She gripped his shaft tighter, pulling the soft skin of his erection over the crest, and then back to expose the silken head.
The invading digit burned, stretching delicate muscles with almost unbearably pain and a heady promise of ecstasy that danced just out of her reach.
He replaced his coarse knuckle with his much larger member and pushed, widening her dark channel. She gasped and pushed back, intending to prevent his invasion.
Somehow her strategy worked in reverse, loosening her virgin passage, giving him access. His broad head slid inside, stretching her and igniting new hungry blazes.
Diablo captured her mouth in a deep, drugging kiss while he positioned the velvet-covered helmet of his erection at the entrance to her damp pussy.
Both thick cocks surged steadily into her.
She bit her lip to keep from crying out as they pushed, stretching her channels, shafting deeper.
Their intimate bond connection allowed her to read their minds, keeping her from panic. They’d done this before, with other women. The knowledge should have turned her off. It might have if their commitment to her wasn’t so total. Their experience gave her reassurance that they understood what her body could handle better than she did.
Goddess knew she wanted to satisfy them—wanted to fulfill every erotic need until all three of them collapsed in sheer blissful exhaustion.
Her lovers found a rhythm. Diablo tunneling in as Gunn withdrew, easing the burn and stoking her inner fires.
The stretching, searing heat, and relentless tension grew until the erotic pressure pushed her beyond the pain of their invasion. Fragile barriers parted. Her clamped muscles eased. Hot, creamy liquid rained, soothing her sore sheath and lubricating the way for his huge demon cock.
Amazingly, she softened further, accommodating them. At last both males sank to their balls inside her most tender passages.
She whimpered in delight.
They let out simultaneous groans, echoing her wanton desire.
The narrow line separating pain and pleasure grew narrower as they thrusted in and pulled out in deep, slow, sure strokes.
Held immobile between their hard bodies, her only choice was unconditional surrender. Her sex fluttered faster until every cell was coiled in unrelieved tension. When her exhausted muscles quivered, she exploded in ecstasy. For long moments, waves of sensual delight washed through her, making her moan with helpless bliss.
Her awareness returned as Diablo and Gunn groaned hoarsely, finding their own releases so deep inside her that they’d melded into a single entity.
Their hot seed bathed her overworked passages with long, thick spurts of liquid heat. The sensual battering strengthened the aftershocks of rapture still rippling her feminine walls, pushing her into another surprising, and even hotter climax.
At last, she nestled between them, safe, deeply satisfied, and content in a way she’d never known.
Perfection didn’t last.
Someone other than her mates stirred to life. Her breath caught in sheer terror as she realized this dangerous entity was locked in her.
Seconds passed with nothing worse than a lazy uncurling sensation that seemed to belong to someone else. Images flitted, dream-like, along the edge of her awareness.
Then for a few heart-stopping minutes, the other being peered through Zaynah’s eyes, turning her world into a fiery inferno.
Dear Goddess, her lovers were right.
I’m a dragon shifter and the beast is awake!
***
After Diablo left to get clean linens, Gunn reluctantly withdrew from her silky rear channel. He turned Zaynah until she faced him. Careful to keep most of his weight off her, he framed her gorgeous face, holding her in place for a kiss.
Her lashes lifted.
He met her eyes and changed his mind.
Instead of beautiful dark irises, ruby ones flashed, throwing dangerous sparks. Self-preservation instinct made him avert his gaze. No one won a staring match with a dragon. Those foolish enough to try wound up on the dragon’s dinner menu.
He retreated, tenderly tucking his softening cock and vulnerable sacs into the thick pocket that protected his equipment. He yanked on his jumpsuit and jammed into boots.
Another check on Zaynah stopped him faster than a tidal wave of arctic water.
She hadn’t made a single sound of protest, probably because she’d clamped her teeth to keep them from chattering. She shivered so hard that she couldn’t fasten her one-piece.
What a sorry assed male he was, racing to put distance between him and his mate. He closed the gap between them in two strides. She was his to protect no matter what shape she happened to take.
She blinked and her pretty eyes reappeared as a nice, normal black.
He was male enough to admit that he swallowed a silent sigh of relief. He folded her into him, sheltering her—warming her with his body.
Her teeth clacked when she tried to talk.
“Gunn? What’s happening? I can’t see anything.”
“Shhh, you’ll be fine. You want me to build a little fire? I’m real good at that.” He grumbled reassurance, pulling her tighter against him.
His teasing won a shaky smile and her tremors eased.
“I can see again. That was so strange—like someone else took control—she was looking out of my eyes with me still there. Everything went red.” She gave a watery laugh. “Sorry I panicked. I thought I’d turned into a monster.”
He tilting her head toward him and met her dark eyes.
“You had great sex with a pair of powerful fire demons, sweetheart. That’s enough to make any female a little weak.”
“As fantastic as you and Diablo are, I don’t think intimacy would affect my vision when we aren’t actually joined.” Her smile grew broader and a blush put some color back in her face.
He hesitated for a heartbeat, praying she’d survive the coming transition.
“You’re right, sweetheart. Your dragon is waking.”
“What about her dragon?” Diablo nudged her onto her side and eased a warm cloth between the cheeks of her tender butt.
“She’s going to shift.” Gunn helped himself to one of the steaming linens and carefully parted her nether lips, wiping through every flute and furl.
When they’d finished cleaning and patting her dry, Zaynah stood on sha
ky legs and managed to tug on her one-piece, fastened the garment, and stared at them with wide eyes. She swallowed and straightened her spine.
One small hand fisted the front of his jumpsuit. She hoisted him off the floor without breaking a sweat.
“She’s right here. Don’t talk over me like I’m some kind of incompetent.” She studied him from horns to hooves as if assessing his worth. “Are you serious about me transitioning?”Then she set him back on his own feet, stepped away, and her voice lowered. “Do you really believe I’m going to turn into a giant, fire-breathing reptile?”
“Dragon shifter, technically,” Gunn rumbled.
Her impressive strength surprised the hell out of him. He was a good-sized male, even for a fire demon. She lifted him as if he were a featherweight human. Maybe it shouldn’t have, but her absolute ease in handling him turned him on like a boost of duranium in a hyper-light drive. He edged nearer.
“Perhaps you’re right. I didn’t used to be all that strong. Does this mean the dragon closer to breaking free?”
He ached to erase the fear underlying her question.
“The first shift is the toughest. Every shift after that gets easier.”
“Right, you’re such an expert because you’ve turned into a monstrous reptile so many times.” She lifted her chin, meeting his eyes with plenty of determination and calling him on the dragonshit he’d been spewing.
“Some people find demons scary.” He ignored her deliberate bait and kept his tone even, subtly reminding her of the way she’d reacted to them at first.
Zaynah softened.
“Sorry, you’re right. I did.” She paused then hardened her tone. “If I’m actually becoming a huge monster you’ve got to get out of here or confine me somehow. Otherwise I could tear you apart and I’d rather spend my life in shackles than injure either of you.”
“You’d never hurt us.” No one ever tried to take care of demons. Zaynah wanting to protect them killed him.
“There’s no way for you to be certain of that. If you won’t chain me up then at least lock me in here.” Her lovely eyes grew shiny with unshed tears. She flapped her hands, shooing them out of their own quarters.
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