Gunn bit back a smile. She couldn’t even push them out of the room. No way was she a danger to either of them.
She rubbed her temples.
“Are your memories coming back?” Diablo moved nearer and kneaded the tension from her neck and shoulders.
“Perhaps at least part of one, someone else tried to tell me about dragons.” Her frown smoothed. “Xeth, he gave me the holo-text reader.” She shook her head in frustration. “That’s all I remember.”
“Xeth is still the d’skeku weapons master?” Diablo’s eyebrows lifted.
“He used to be. Do you know him?”
She stared at his brother with such raw hope that it broke Gunn’s heart. In that moment he realized the alliance, killing Prado, the duranium, none of it meant a damn thing compared to Zaynah’s happiness.
“Yeah, he’s an old friend.” Diablo arched an eyebrow. “Did he train you?”
“Yes, although I had to be the most disappointing cadet he’d ever tried to teach. He was never anything other than patient, kind, and encouraging.”
She sounded so wistful Gunn suspected kindness had been rare in Zaynah’s life. He planned to correct that injustice.
Diablo nuzzled her neck. “He recognized your dragon, sweetness. Worm hatchlings take extra years to mature into their full power. They stay weak and small long after a human child is through puberty and adult-sized. I’m glad you had Xeth guiding you.”
Dragons were rare and fragile until they reached maturity. Thank the Goddess Xeth had taken Zaynah under his wing while she’d been so vulnerable. Gunn hid a shudder at what might have happened.
Chapter Seven
“Excuse us a minute, babe. We need to talk a little business.” Diablo gripped his brother’s arm hard enough to convince him cooperation was the right choice while tugging him out of the watch commander’s quarters.
Gunn dug in his heels a few milors down the hall.
“Say whatever you need to fast. She shouldn’t be alone. I’ve been reading up on dragons. The initial transition is painful. More than painful—like a week in the seven hells rammed into a couple of minutes. Most don’t survive. Those who do make are almost always male.”
“That’s why I wanted to talk to you. I know she’s scared. Can we give her some of our strength?” He paused to swallow the lump of fear choking him. “I can’t stand the thought of losing her.”
“I’m not sure how we’d transfer our power.” Gunn scratched the base of his horns.
“We have to try.”
A short sharp nod signaled his brother’s agreement.
“I don’t want to lose her either. Even thinking about it, forms a block of ice form in my gut.”
“Work with me, ‘cause I’ve got an idea…” Diablo wasted no time laying out his plan.
“Might help, but she’s still human at least for now. Be gentle.”
“You going somewhere?”
“Yeah, a quick check on skynet, I’ll be right back.” Gunn left for the control room.
“Suit yourself,” Diablo muttered. With or without his brother’s help he was going to do everything he could to strengthen her.
Zaynah lifting Gunn off the ground was a significant benchmark. One that happened after they’d made love—a natural bond strengthener. The connection between the three of them held the answers they needed. He had to be right, because he didn’t have a backup plan.
She had to be sore. Diablo winced at hurting her. Any other time he’d cut off his horns first, but her survival depended on how strong she was. He hoped to Goddess when it was over she’d forgive him.
His cock already strained inside its fleshy pocket as he crossed the threshold.
“If you’re discussing something that concerns me I want to be included. It’s bad enough my past has been stolen. I won’t be kept in the dark about what’s happening now.” Zaynah glowered at him with an adorable frown. Her crossed arms plumped distracting breasts as she waited for him to explain.
Diablo fought a surge of lust at her fierceness and automatically turned to Gunn. Usually he did the talking, but his brother was busy running skynet.
Great, he was on his own explaining the hazards of imminent dragonhood to their beautiful skeptic. Afterwards if she hadn’t melted down and he was still standing, he’d roll out his theory about how making love with a couple of horny fire demons was her best hope for surviving her first transition. He’d be lucky if she didn’t bash in his thick skull. “You’re already on the cusp, babe. We don’t have time for the long version of why your first shift is so dangerous.”
Gunn stepped into the room, closing and securing the portal behind him.
“Is this more dragon nonsense? If it is you can save your breath.” She turned her glare on Gunn. “Both of you. Even if dragons existed, and if I were changing into one, don’t you think there’d be some sign?”
Diablo rubbed his horns in frustration, wishing she were rubbing his sensitive nubs. He needed to focus on convincing her.
“There have been signs. Remember the way you lifted Gunn off the ground? You said that kind of strength was new for you.”
“Perhaps the gravity is lower here or he’s lighter than he looks.” A tinge of doubt crept into her tone.
“How about your sight?”
“What about it?”
“Everything is red, right?”
She blinked and tightened her crossed arms.
He guided her to the sanitizer’s mirror. “Your irises are red again.”
“So?” She shrugged.
“Look at your pupils.”
“They’re a little weird,” she admitted, studying the elliptical slits. “I don’t know why they changed.” She nibbled her kiss-swollen lip for a few seconds. “All right, I understand something is happening. Maybe I’m turning into a demon, but a dragon—me? Come on, I’m a syn-person.” She laughed too shrilly.
“Your markings say you’re a fire dragon. The Goddess of fire doesn’t make mistakes, sweetheart,” Gunn said with gentle gruffness.
“Humor me, babe. What have you got to lose?” And if I’m right, we might save your life and ours. Diablo turned her and tilted her chin until she met his eyes.
“What do you have planned?” Her face scrunched in clear doubt.
Diablo shot Gunn a help-me glance.
His brother took the hint.
“We need to get as much of our power into you as fast as possible, sweetheart.”
Zaynah kept quiet for a few seconds. He could almost see the pop of surprise light up her face when comprehension hit. Her cheeks pinkened and she averted her eyes.
“If you want to make love, all you have to do is ask.”
For a couple of seconds, Diablo considered explaining further, but there was no point. Hard to pretty up the reality of his plan, the transfer of power depended on closeness and a pumping as much of their semen into her as they could. Demon ejaculate was a powerful aphrodisiac and packed a huge magic boost, especially when swallowed. This was their best shot at infusing her with the strength she needed.
True climaxing was also the only way to relieve his aching hunger and felt better than killing imperial troopers. He didn’t consider either fact a drawback.
He cupped her shoulder, pulling her snug against his chest, and leaned in for a nibbling kiss, or twenty.
Zaynah gripped his horns, holding him in place. Her soft hands squeezed his knobs with the same kind of erotic rhythm that her sex had clasped and unclasped his cock.
He hardened impossibly more, his cock pressing against the tough pocket holding his vital bits safe.
Gunn toed off his boots, shed his one-piece, and wrapped himself around Zaynah.
She loosened her grip on Diablo and his brother carried her back to bed.
The sight of Gunn, carrying a naked Zaynah torqued Diablo’s excitement to a new high. In seconds, he’d stripped his clothes, freed his shaft, and joined them on the roomy berth. He slid his erection between her hot, wet fo
lds parted to caress his stiff pole. He didn’t try to enter her, letting her ride his cock while he nibbled the softness of her neck and spread his fiery pre-cum over the furled rosette guarding her back passage.
After marking the pale skin below her left ear with a sucking kiss, he admired the mark and moved on, blazing wet trails down both sides of her neck. Her sweet-hot flavor exploded in his mouth, driving him crazy. He couldn’t get enough of her in this lifetime and demons lived almost forever. So did dragons—if they survived their first shift.
***
Sandwiched between her mates, Zaynah reveled in the blazing desire they ignited with sweet-hot caresses. Every kiss, every touch, made her burn for more.
Diablo kissed and nipped his way down her throat, finding exactly the right combination of pain and pleasure to make her desperate for more sensual torture.
She moaned around the silky length of Gunn’s tongue because she couldn’t stop sucking. His bittersweet taste was an addictive joy. On top of the irresistible chocolate, his kisses held a pinch of wickedness that softened and soaked her sex.
While they kissed, his talented knuckles brushed her sensitized nipples, teasing. She wanted his mouth there, but she just couldn’t stop kissing him long enough to beg.
When he pulled back from her lips, she moaned a protest.
He brushed the back of his thumb across her lower lip. “Hold on a minute, sweetheart and I’ll let you suck anything you want.”
Her gaze darted to his crotch.
He preened under her regard. His rigid shaft caught halfway out of the protective pocket that stretched between his hipbones. He handled his sex much rougher than she’d have dared. Shoving the widening gap open,, he freed the rest of his thick rod and the potent sac nestled below.
She stared, drinking in her fill. His crown was a dark wine and the bulging shaft only slightly paler. The smooth skin covering the blunt head was so taut she couldn’t look away. The long thick stalk wore the same taut silk with added decorations of twisted veins and a few wrinkles as if his rod still had room to grow. Not a possibility she wanted to consider. His bittersweet chocolate scent thickened, tempting her to lick.
“May I?” she asked, reaching to touch the tender, intimate flesh.
“Anywhere, anytime, anyway you want.” Gunn’s deep voice graveled with desire.
Dear Goddess, he sounded so sinfully good. His passion-roughened tone was better than any actual words.
She wrapped her fingers around his thick stalk, needing both hands to encircle his impressive girth. She started to kneel, intending to lap up the clear drop of moisture spilled from his voluptuous crown’s tiny slit.
Diablo wrapped an arm around her waist, preventing her from carrying out her intention. Before she managed a protest, he picked her up, turned her over, and draped her over his brawny forearm.
Back to within easy reach of her original target, she lost all interest in arguing.
Gunn’s delicious scent beckoned. Her tongue swiped the tempting drop that had glistened on his cockhead. The flavor burst in her mouth. Sweet fire burned across her taste buds, making her crave more of the magic elixir. She took a second lick across the voluptuous crown.
Diablo distracted her by tenderly parting her feminine folds from behind, exposing her secrets.
“Such a sweet pussy,” he rasped in the same rough guttural voice as his brother’s.
A fresh gush of cream moistened her already wet core.
The smooth head of Diablo’s mighty erection slid through her fluted folds, setting off new wildfires of erotic yearning.
She sighed, relaxed her jaw, and opened wider to swallow Gunn’s crown. The intoxicating flavor permeated every part of him. Drops of pre-ejaculate slipped down her eager throat in bright flares of fiery sweetness. Each sample of their magic just made her crave the next with an even sharper hunger.
Diablo’s thick head notched into her entrance and pressed inward. Her inner muscles stretched to accommodate him. She welcome juice flooded her sheath as she hummed her pleasure around Gunn’s delicious crest.
By pressing the underside of the crown and teasing the slit with the stiffened tip of her tongue, she coaxed more of the demon’s exciting liquid fire.
Gunn massaged her scalp in encouragement.
“Right there. Oh yeah. You’re killing me here, little dragon.”
She ignored the dragon endearment, redoubling her efforts—suckling greedily.
Diablo gripped her hips with unmistakable firmness, interrupting her sucking.
She whimpered against Gunn’s heavy cock.
The dual assault on her senses too much. Their drugging scents permeated every breath she drew. Gunn’s delicious flavor seared her mouth. At the same time, Diablo’s huge erection welled with liquid magic, searing and stretching her channel. Already out of control with need, they made her burn for more.
“Fuck yeah. Whimper for me, babe. I love that sound.” Diablo began to stroke slow and deep, torturing her hidden zones into an achy neediness only they could relieve.
“Come for us, sweetheart,” Gunn growled, stopping the massage long enough to pinch her nipples tenderly. Careful to keep his sharp talons sheathed, he tightened on her sensitive tips to the point of pain, sending jolts of erotic sensation straight to her sex.
Her pussy clenched rhythmically around Diablo’s hot cock and another needy groan escaped her lips.
Gunn’s shaft twitched in her willing mouth. She responded by tightening her grip and sucking strongly.
He rewarded her with hoarse groans of pleasure. “That’s right, sweetheart. Suck me hard. Make me come in that hot little mouth.”
More of his pre-ejaculate coated her tongue. She swallowed, moaning as the arousing drops slid down her throat.
Diablo repositioned and drove deeper, hitting a new sweet spot.
Zaynah screamed around Gunn’s thick rod as tension coiled tighter in deep in her belly and every portion of her came fully alive, humming with desire.
Both males stroked in and out alternating filling her, stretching her, and pushing her beyond pleasure into a new darkly erotic territory. She spun out of control, soaring into white-hot ecstasy.
“That’s what I want. Milk my cock, sweetness.” Diablo’s rough words filled her ears while his hot seed pulsed against her inner walls. His liquid fire flooded her core in long pulses. The sensation pushed her into another soul-fusing climax before the first one had completely subsided.
Her cries of rapture were muffled by Gunn’s heavy cock. All she could do was hum around him while he rocked into her throat, thrusting deeper.
“Suck me hard, sweetheart. I’m going to pump you full of my cum.” His strokes became shorter. His balls tight against the base of his erection, bumped her neck with each shuddering stroke.
She didn’t need encouragement to work the tip of her tongue under the rim of his crest, milking more of his addictive essence. Twisting pulls on his stalk yielded more of the sweet-hot liquid she couldn’t get enough of no matter how much she swallowed.
“Right there, little dragon. That’s the spot…” His words trailed off in erotic groan.
He pressed harder.
Bursts of hot chocolate hit the back of her throat and she swallowed greedily. When he finished and gently removing his semi-erect shaft, she sighed lustily.
Diablo pulled out of her pussy, leaving her empty, but bond between the three of them continued to strengthen. Even when they weren’t touching the connection warmed and reassured, infusing her with unprecedented confidence.
“Time to switch,” Diablo’s deep drawl tightened her nipples and made her sore pussy flutter with fresh excitement.
“My legs are still shaky. Let me sit on the bed,” Gunn grunted.
“Fine with me. Take a rest this round.”
“Fuck that,” Gunn growled.
Zaynah darted a quick look over her shoulder. Gunn moved to edge of the double berth, He leaned back on his elbows, powerful legs spla
yed wide, revealing a tireless staff.
Despite the deep satisfaction she’d felt just a moment ago, her body softened and heated further in response to his obvious need. His midnight eyes locked with hers. She moved closer.
A wave of dizziness made her shake her head, trying to clear the disorientation. The room, and everything in it, glowed red. Too late she realized strong emotions—in this case desire— brought the scary creature inside her closer to the surface. She hesitated, fearing for her lovers’ safety.
“The beast likes both of you, she wants to come out and play.”
“If a couple of fire demons can’t handle her, then we’re the wrong males for you,” Gunn growled.
His rumbling words vibrated along the sensitive seam between her legs, making her ache for his touch.
Something amazing shifted and unfurled deep inside her belly.
She shot an anxious glance at her hands. They weren’t scaly or talon tipped, just red. She was still herself—mostly.
Moving quickly, she hooked a leg over his, intending to straddle Gunn.
He had other plans. He caught her at the waist, turning her before she had a chance to protest. He snugged her butt on his lap, guiding his erection to her slick center.
“I want you to ride me backward, sweetheart. With your sweet ass nestled hard against my root.” He groaned as she slowly sank, encasing him.
With her sheath so sensitized and swollen from the recent climaxes, she already teetered on the brink of another orgasm.
Gunn’s hips bucked, surging deep, stretching her delicate muscles until he filled her so completely he nudged the mouth of her womb.
She widened her legs, closing her eyes to savor the exquisite burn from his size and from the pre-ejaculate oozing from the tender slit in his crown.
The scent of dark chocolate blended with spice and hot clean male flesh, teasing her nose. When she forced her heavy eyelids open, Diablo stood waiting with his mighty erection at rigid attention. A tantalizing crystal clear drop urged her to sample. Holding him with both hands, she lapped up the pre-cum, setting off a new fire on her tongue.
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