Dragon by Day

by Daisy Dexter Dobbs

  She’d never been particularly good dealing with the sight of blood or indications of severe pain. But the gods knew Suniko been exposed to enough of it these months to curb the instinctive queasy reaction in her belly.

  “I understand, Jayket. I will do what I can to ease his discomfort while you work.” Prostrating herself, Suniko curled close against the man’s body, cradling him, offering some small bit of comfort should he stir. Clasping his hand to her breast, she whispered soothing words in his ear while stroking his scalp with her other hand.

  It was painfully clear that removing the arrows was no easy task. The man moaned, his body jerking as Jayket set about his grim task. Blood flowed from the open wounds and she wondered if he could survive such a loss. It broke Suniko’s heart to watch the man suffer so. She couldn’t begin to imagine the pain he endured as, one by one, the arrows were extricated from his flesh.

  Turning him over, Jayket held the man in his arms, propping his head up, smoothing the hair from his closed eyes. He removed the twig from the man’s mouth and Suniko noted it had been bitten in two.

  “Try to give him water, Suniko. He needs it.”

  She brought the goatskin to the man’s mouth but he lay lifeless. She pried his mouth open with one hand, resting her knuckle between his teeth as she tried again to feed him at least a few drops of water. This time he took it. Not much, but at least it was a healthy sign, she thought.

  Jayket began to rise, bringing the man with him. “I shall help you carry him,” Suniko told him, slipping her hands beneath the man’s body and praying she could support his weight enough to take some of the burden from Jayket.

  “No, he’s too heavy,” Jayket said before amazing her by lifting the man’s dead weight and hoisting him over his shoulder.

  Once he got to his feet, Suniko gaped in awe at him. “Jayket, wherever does your strength come from? You haven’t eaten in at least as long as I have.”

  “I had no mother or father when I was a boy back home in Farkol,” he explained, walking back to their wooded spot. “My grandmother was fond of telling me that my father was Ko’Loran, almighty god of sun and sky, and that my mother had gone to live in his golden palace.”

  “Do you think it’s true?” Suniko asked, quite used to hearing such stories of men and women who were half god and half mortal. “It must be. What else could explain your remarkable strength, Jayket?”

  She felt ashamed for feeling the warm trickle of nectar between her thighs as she watched his impressive muscles bunch and cord. She should be focusing on the poor man who was so near death and helping to heal his wounds rather than be lusting after Jayket.

  “I doubt it, although I admit that I do like the story and freely boasted of it to the other children and anyone else who’d listen when I was young.”

  Upon reaching their spot, softly lit by the fire’s flickering glow, Jayket squatted and placed the man on the ground as gently as possible. Now able to get a better look at the man, Suniko’s eyes roved over his naked form. Like Jayket, he was well-muscled with bronzed skin that indicated much time spent outdoors. Her gaze fell to his cock, which was generous in size, even in its flaccid state.

  She looked up to see Jayket studying the man as well. “He’s beautiful, isn’t he?” Suniko asked.

  “He is,” Jayket answered, his hand grazing slowly over the man’s chest and abdomen.

  Suniko’s fingers joined Jayket’s as they stroked and massaged the injured man. For some reason she found it deliciously erotic to watch Jayket touching the other man. She noticed something resembling lust in his eyes. Whether the lust was for her or for the man, Suniko couldn’t be sure. Perhaps for both of them, just as it was with Suniko as her gaze shifted from one beautiful man to the other.

  “Fever sets in,” Jayket said. “His skin grows hot. Stay with him, Suniko, while I gather some herbs and berries to treat him.”

  “You know of such things?” It surprised Suniko that such a virile-looking man might be familiar with the healing arts.

  He nodded as he rose to his feet. It was then that she couldn’t help noting the obvious evidence of his lust, pressing against the ties of his soft leather breeches. She had to stop herself from reaching out to touch it, to mold the generous bulge in her hand and give a gentle squeeze.

  “As both healer and priest in my village,” Jayket explained, and she reluctantly tore her eyes from his groin, “I was schooled in such matters. I won’t be long. Keep trying to give him water until I return.” She watched him retreat, aware of how lust-ridden she’d become because now the movement of his fine, firm ass had solidly captured her attention.

  But Jayket a holy man? She was lusting after a priest? Suniko was stunned. It was the last thing she would have expected. With his strapping physique he looked more like a finely chiseled warrior or soldier. Maybe an athlete. But a priest? She huffed a disbelieving laugh.

  Her focus returned to the injured man when she heard him moan. In hopes of rousing him, she chattered, speaking of whatever came into her head as she fed him trickles of water. Mindful of avoiding his wounds, she massaged his arms and legs as she spoke. She was encouraged when she spied his tongue slipping out to catch droplets of water clinging to his lips. By the time Jayket returned, Suniko had told the man of their daring escape from Pushga and what occurred since.

  Using a flat rock and blunt-tipped twig, Jayket mixed bits of ash from the fire with some of the herbs and wild greens he’d gathered. After adding water to create a poultice, he smoothed the mixture on the man’s chest and over each wound. Then, using a separate cluster of herbs and greens and wildflowers, Jayket mixed them with berries and water. Scooping the paste onto his finger, he deposited it into the man’s mouth.

  “It would do you good to eat some of this as well,” he told Suniko. “While it may not be the most savory of edibles, it will provide healing and sustenance.” He scooped another dollop onto his finger and fed her. She was pleased when the taste was actually quite palatable.

  Again, inappropriate erotic thoughts assailed her as she sucked on Jayket’s warm finger. She looked up to see him gazing at her intently as she swirled her tongue around his fingertip. Gathering some of the paste onto her own finger, she brought it to Jayket’s lips, involuntarily licking her own as he opened to accept the offering.

  He clasped her hand, making a show of licking her finger slowly and then marking a damp path with his tongue to the inside of her wrist where he deposited a kiss.

  “So you feel the same,” he said, stroking his fingers over her pulse, never taking his eyes from hers.

  “What do you mean?” She noted his voice had grown husky, leading Suniko to believe she knew exactly what he meant. Nevertheless, she asked for assurance.

  “The rapid beat of your heart calls to me, Suniko.” He tapped her pulse. “You yearn for me. You want me just as much as I want you. Tell me. Let me hear you say it.”

  Swallowing hard, Suniko blinked. It was what she’d been waiting for, what she’d dreamed of since first setting eyes on the handsome Jayket.

  “I do. I want you Jayket.” Shifting position so that her thighs were parted, she dragged her fingers along her inner thighs and held the glistening digits aloft for Jayket. “You see? I am already wet for you.”

  Chapter Two

  Jayket brought Suniko’s nectar-covered fingers to his face, sniffing them as if they’d been dipped in the finest perfume, then he sucked them clean, groaning a most satisfying sound.

  Without wasting another moment, he leapt to his feet, unfastened his breeches and liberating his cock. As Suniko had imagined, it was magnificent. Big, thick, proud and looking as if it were as hard as the steel of a sword.

  She reached out to finger the column of pale flesh with its bold purple cap and delicate blue web of veining. Wrapping her fingers around its base, she looked up at Jayket and smiled. “It’s so big.” She leaned close, poking her tongue in the tiny hole at his cock head where she’d seen the pearly drop of fl
uid. “And so ready.”

  His cock jerked mightily at the feel of her mouth on him. Suniko feared her chamber was too small to accept it. No, that wasn’t true. She knew they’d manage to work his cock deep inside her no matter what. Already her clit throbbed at the anticipation of being so profoundly impaled.

  “Get naked for me,” Jayket commanded. “Let me see if your womanly fruits are as I envisioned them.”

  Suniko was pleased to hear that he’d been picturing her naked. As she rose, she was gripped with an overwhelming hope that he’d find her appealing. That he wouldn’t think she was rawboned and unsightly after her long months in captivity.

  Upon peeling her garment away, she watched his eyebrows, his eyes and saw his face take on an expression she didn’t recognize.

  “My poor little Suniko,” he whispered, examining her body with spread fingers. He skimmed her collarbone, outlined her ribs, traversed over her hipbone. “You’re so thin, so frail.”

  Compassion. That’s what it was. It was so long since Suniko had seen the expression cross someone’s face she’d almost forgotten what it looked like.

  “I may have lost my rounded shape but I’m not frail,” she announced, wishing she was still soft and voluptuous for him. Elevating her chin, she continued, “I can keep pace turning a water wheel. I can plow earth. I can work all day to clean up following a night of Tordanuk’s food and sex orgies. And I can damn well keep pace with you as we fuck each other, Jayket, so don’t underestimate me.”

  For the first time since they’d met she heard Jayket break into full laughter. His face lit up as lines of stress and worry faded from his features.

  “I shall never make the mistake of calling you frail again, Suniko.” He pulled her to him, mashing her breasts against his abdomen and bending to brush a kiss across her lips. “You’re quite a woman. I imagine once we get some meat on your bird bones that you’d be a formidable opponent.”

  “Let me show you how formidable I can be,” she challenged, reaching for his cock and fisting it. “Let’s see how long you can make it without succumbing to my bird bone charms and flooding my chamber with your hot cream.” She gathered his sac with her other hand and squeezed. As a handmaiden she’d been schooled in the fine art of satisfying a man. She had no doubt she’d have Jayket collapsing from untold pleasure soon enough.

  “On your knees, little bird,” Jayket said and Suniko immediately obeyed. “I hunger to sample your ripe fruits, to succumb to your charms—of which, by the way, you have many.” Settling behind her, he bit her ass cheek, then smoothed his hand over the abrasion. His other hand nudged between her ass cheeks. Jayket brought his fingers down to her chamber opening, spearing them inside and she moaned.

  “Drenched. Sopping,” he said. “Move with me to the right, Suniko.” He began shifting position to bring them closer to the wounded man. At his side, with Suniko’s face perched above the man’s cock, Jayket stopped.

  “Let’s see if we can make our injured friend stir,” Jayket said. “Can you think of anything that might bring life back to his loins, Suniko? Something you might like to do while I fuck your little bird cunt?”

  A shudder of desire spiked through Suniko as she grasped Jayket’s meaning. “But he still sleeps. Are you sure it would be all right? That I won’t hurt him?”

  “Who’s the healer here?” Jayket asked with a chuckle. “The best thing we can do for our mystery friend is to awaken him. The most-healing method that comes to mind is by stimulating his cock. Whatever his sexual inclination, I doubt he’d mind being roused in such a pleasurable manner.”

  Suniko’s heartbeat thundered now. “And this is something you’d enjoy watching?”

  “Deeply.” That was all Jayket said as his cock nudged her opening, beginning its welcome intrusion.

  As her channel swallowed the broad cap, she leaned down close to the injured man and studied the still-limp cock nestled amid a cluster of dark curls. She swirled her tongue over his flesh, wondering if it would become as ample as Jayket’s when erect. She’d never been given the task of rousing an unconscious man by worshipping his cock but she felt certain she was up to the challenge. Just knowing that Jayket watched made the undertaking exciting.

  “I’m curious, Jayket…would you like to tongue our sleeping mystery friend yourself? Would you like to claim this beautiful man’s cock with your mouth and suck him?”

  Jayket was silent for a moment before he answered simply, “Yes.”

  His thick flesh shoved deeper in Suniko’s channel and she shivered. Gods, the thought of watching two strong men together was beyond stirring. Her body vibrated with delight at the possibilities of an erotic threesome. Moaning as her mind filled with carnal images, she strove to hold back from climaxing too soon.

  Her eyes journeyed over the sleeping man’s form once more. Great Ko’Loran, the man was stunning. An easier or more enjoyable responsibility she’d never been given. The man’s cock felt as fevered as the rest of him as she took it into her mouth and suckled. Almost immediately she became aware of its expansion.

  She allowed his cock to pop free of her mouth long enough to say, “You’d enjoy his taste, Jayket. It’s as unique as your own.”

  She recaptured the man’s cock, loving the way it grew in her mouth. While she pondered the ecstatic delights of fucking, Jayket grasped her ass cheeks and thrust hard, burying himself balls-deep. Suniko cried out at the intense feeling of fullness, of being stretched to such a great degree. Jayket grunted his pleasure as he eased out partially and plunged hard again.

  Moaning around a burgeoning mouthful of cock, Suniko closed her eyes for a moment, drowning in a sweet abyss of pleasure. When she opened her eyes again it was to see the eyes of the injured man flutter open and the hint of a smile curling his lips. His body had developed a sheen of sweat, highlighting the moonlit slopes and valleys of his physique. His lush fringe of lashes covered dark brown eyes and Suniko felt sure she sensed well-being seeping back into his limbs as the fever broke.

  “You see, Suniko,” Jayket said, falling into a steady, potent rhythm of thrust and withdrawal. “Your magic mouth brings life to our friend.” Jayket’s words made her channel throb, clenching Jayket’s cock, milking it. “How do you like rejoining the living this way, friend?” he asked the man through another pleasured groan. “With a beautiful woman sucking you back to life?”

  Small indications of awareness came from the wounded man. The haze of fever and confusion left his eyes and he seemed better able to focus. As her eyes locked with his, Suniko felt a distinct thrill coursing through her blood.

  Jayket’s pace picked up, as did Suniko’s sucking. Her gaze followed the rise and fall of the injured man’s chest. She watched as his hands struggled to move at his sides. His legs trembled as his cock pulsed happily in her mouth. How exhilarating that all of this was due to her intimate healing ministrations.

  The man’s lingering moan took on new life as well. As his hips jerked against Suniko’s mouth, she heard him cry out. Almost as if planned in a concerto of bliss, Jayket’s voice also rang through the air.

  Two striking men, gripped in the throes of orgasm. What could be richer? Suniko imagined that Jayket’s expression mirrored the one of bliss she saw across the other man’s face. In that moment she knew the man would survive. It was as if his soul had sent a message directly to hers.

  Ribbons of warm cream sprayed the back of her throat at the same time torrents of cream inundated her channel. The impassioned cries of the two men mingled with Suniko’s own overwhelming need to come. She drank the man’s seed, swallowing the warm, slightly salty liquid entirely before rapturous convulsions shook her from head to toe. Her heated cry rent the night air and she collapsed, her head resting at the man’s groin as Jayket crumpled over her from behind.

  One of Jayket’s hands cupped her ass, another clasped her thigh and Suniko’s heart soared when she felt a third hand stroking her hair. Shifting her head, she gazed at the wounded man to see h
im smiling at her with a gladness that reached his eyes.

  “Thank you, Suniko,” he said, just above a whisper. “And you too, Jayket.”

  Clearly he’d heard their names while in his half-waking state.

  “What is your name?” Suniko asked, stroking his abdomen.

  “I am D’Akola the Strong of Yassaria, Guardian of Zalvanus.” With that his eyes closed again and D’Akola slipped into what seemed to be a restful, healing sleep, snoring loudly enough to keep the forest awake.

  A throaty chuckle spilled from Suniko’s lips. “Oh, Jayket, I never imagined the healing arts could be so thoroughly enjoyable.”

  “I don’t remember any other healings being quite so agreeable,” he said, rolling off her and clapping her buttocks. “We make a good team, Suniko.”

  “Indeed we do.” She sat up and smiled at him, trailing her fingers across his sculpted chest, gently flicking his flat brown nipples with her thumbs. “You must tell me about yourself, Jayket. I’ve never been fucked by a healer and holy man before.”

  “I hope the experience lived up to your expectations.”

  “It exceeded them,” she assured him. “Of course, now I feel terribly wicked.”

  He drew Suniko onto his lap, cupping her breasts with his hands and raining kisses over her nipples. “And why is that?”

  “One of the first things I was taught as a handmaiden was never to seduce a holy man. It could anger the gods and wreak havoc.”

  “As I recall, this holy man seduced you,” Jayket pointed out.

  She fingered the scars covering his chest, some new and some old, bending close to kiss the still-reddened crop of marks that appeared to be lashes from a whip. “What kind of priest are you?”

  “A priest of Gavnina.”

  “The spiritual cult of Gavnina…goddess of fertility. I’ve heard of it.” Suniko found the revelation somewhat surprising.