Dragon by Day

by Daisy Dexter Dobbs

  Suniko shuddered and D’Akola laughed again, gathering her into his arms.

  “Sorry. Probably more than you care to know,” he said. “But while we speak of food, I have some edibles for us at the back of the cave. Mostly vegetables and small animals or birds that I’ve caught in my clutches during flight.” He clapped Jayket on the back. “Help me build a fire, my friend, and we’ll enjoy a belly-satisfying feast.”

  The simple but good fare was quite unlike the vile scraps Jayket and Suniko were used to eating as Tordanuk’s prisoners. After filling their bellies they sat around the fire and talked, getting to know each other better.

  D’Akola told of how he and his brother, Danior the True, had been among the Guardians of Zalvanus who’d planned the rescue of tortured prisoners from Tordanuk’s dungeon. The cruel shape-shifting curse Shivrane spouted had turned D’Akola into a dragon at the same time Danior became a stallion. Other rescuing guardians suffered similar fates. All animals by day, men by night.

  The only flexibility they had was the ability to shift into animal form at night if necessary. But they were unable to take human form by day.

  “It’s been more than three years since I’ve seen my brother,” D’Akola said. “While I slept I dreamt of Danior, though I can’t recall much, other than I remember him talking to me. My dreams while in dragon form are vivid but soon forgotten upon waking.”

  D’Akola had a distant, wistful look in his eyes as he spoke. Shrugging it off, he added, “In any case, Zalvanus is my destination. We guardians have pledged our loyalty to the good Zalvanean people, so I know Danior will journey there…if he’s still alive.”

  “It’s our destination as well,” Jayket said.

  “While prisoners in Pushga,” Suniko told D’Akola, “we heard stories of the arrival of the prophesized queen in Zalvanus, along with her two princes.”

  “I’ve heard the same,” D’Akola said. “It’s most exciting, to be alive in such a blessed time, is it not?”

  “Truly,” Jayket answered. “We can travel to Zalvanus together.”

  “Good.” D’Akola nodded and gave Jayket a hearty clap on the back. “Zalvanus will need our help now more than ever. Tordanuk of Pushga will do everything in his power to prevent the queen from her foretold mission of bringing peace to mankind.”

  “You must promise not to eat us during our journey.” Suniko patted D’Akola’s thigh.

  “Ahhh, we find ourselves on the subject of eating again,” D’Akola said, his lips curving into a grin. “As I slept fighting off fever last night, I remember hearing talk of you wanting to suck my cock, Jayket. Just as sweet Suniko had.” He cupped Suniko’s chin, smoothing his fingers along her jaw. “Have I told you how much I enjoyed your warm mouth nurturing my cock back to life, Suniko?”

  “It was indeed my pleasure, D’Akola.”

  D’Akola returned his attention to Jayket. “And would it be your pleasure?”

  Jayket’s lust for D’Akola ignited as he read the carnal interest in the man’s eyes. His engorged cock pressed so firmly against the ties of his leather breeches that Jayket felt sure it would be forever imprinted.

  Shifting position, D’Akola reclined, crossing his hands behind his head as he rested against a small flat rock. Offering Jayket a lazy smile, he stretched one leg out before him while the other rested with knee bent. The fire’s orange glow highlighted the apex of D’Akola’s muscled thighs and the proud, hard prize that stood there.

  The unmistakable summons nearly had Jayket trembling. It was an erotic invitation he wasn’t about to refuse. His gaze dropped and Jayket eyed the guardian’s rigid cock and the tiny pearl of moisture seeping from its rosy cap.

  “It is said that action is more valuable than words,” Jayket said before fisting D’Akola’s cock and claiming it with his mouth.

  Chapter Four

  Lust raged through D’Akola as Jayket swallowed him. His fierce dragon need to dominate, to ram his cock high, hard and brutal against the wet silk of Jayket’s throat, darted to the surface. But D’Akola controlled it. Instead he let loose a pleasured groan, relaxing into the slick glide of his cock between Jayket’s lips.

  It had been so long since he’d enjoyed the exquisite feel of having his cock sucked. Suniko’s sweet mouth had treated him the other night but, still gripped by fever, D’Akola was unable to focus and embrace the ecstasy as much as he would have liked.

  Life as half-dragon hadn’t been easy. Only here, perched high on a mountaintop, did he allow himself to give in to some semblance of calm. It was the only time he was relatively safe from being hunted for his prized dragon hide. The only time he could evade the constant threat of arrows, spears, lances and swords—except for the times he was pursued by those who rode dragon-back through the skies.

  Even by night he wasn’t safe as, naked, human and weaponless, he sought refuge from predators. The few precious hours by moon’s light he lived as a man were usually lonely and frustrating, devoid of the benefits of camaraderie, companionship or sex.

  Ahhh…and now this. This sweetest treasure, the most opulent luxury.

  A sigh tripped past his lips as D’Akola closed his eyes and relished the feel of Jayket’s tongue licking his shaft, of Jayket’s hands cupping his balls, stroking and squeezing. He’d become so accustomed to the feel of his own hands pleasuring himself in the night, he’d almost forgotten the rich gratification of another’s tongue and hands capably ministering to his flesh.

  D’Akola found Jayket’s revelation that he was a healer and priest of Gavnina in the village of Farkol surprising. No doubt his years of practice in the carnal arts accounted for the high level of skill he employed with his mouth.

  Spellbinding. This was a man who fully understood how to bring another man to his knees.

  His strong, adept fingers tapped and pressed along D’Akola’s sac as if Jayket were playing a flute. The calculated curl of Jayket’s tongue, the nearly painful scrape and bite of his teeth, the way in which he managed to butt the back of his throat against the cap of D’Akola’s cock, all combined to make this an erotic experience to remember.

  When he opened his eyes again D’Akola’s gaze settled on the small bundle of woman that was Suniko. Huddled against the cave wall, she watched him and Jayket with rapt attention. The rosy stain on her cheeks and the heated look in her eyes told him she yearned to join them in ecstasy.

  Before the night was over he’d have her. He’d fuck Suniko and Jayket both until they were boneless and spent. He’d fuck them until his own cock was tender, raw and swollen from an excess of pleasure-pain. Yes, tonight he would truly live, not merely exist. He would relish every waking moment as a man and commit every thrust, every moan, every warm, slick glide to memory.

  “Your nipples are hard, aren’t they, Suniko?” D’Akola asked, glimpsing the erotic evidence poking the rough material of her tunic.

  “Yes,” she answered without hesitation. “Hard and aching.”

  “Are you consumed by desire as you watch Jayket suck me? Do you enjoy watching him caress my balls? He is a true master at fucking, is he not?” D’Akola clenched his teeth as his own words further stoked his passion. It was too soon to give in, too early to surrender to the commanding tremors of orgasm. He wanted this ecstasy of flesh to last as long as possible.

  Her hands clutching her breasts, Suniko closed her eyes and moaned. A moment later her eyelids fluttered open again and D’Akola noted the forest color of her eyes had darkened to a deep, shimmering green.

  “The sight of two strong, masculine bodies caught in lust is most erotic, indeed,” she said. “The memory of Jayket’s cock deep in my channel makes me tremble. The anticipation of my being filled by you does the same, D’Akola.”

  He opened his mouth to respond but Jayket sucked D’Akola harder. A primal grunt escaped D’Akola’s mouth as his balls pulled tight against his body in anticipation of climax.

  “Ahhh, Jayket, if you only knew the untold pleasure you give me. Grati
tude mixes with lust deep in my loins, friend. Tell me, would it give you pleasure to have Suniko suck you now? She is eager to participate and I would greatly relish the sight.”

  After a masterful lick around D’Akola’s cock, Jayket gazed up into his eyes. Words were entirely unnecessary. The feral look in his sapphire eyes told D’Akola all he needed to know.

  “Do it, Suniko,” D’Akola commanded. “Quickly, before I erupt with climax. I want to watch Jayket consumed with rapture at the same time I am.” Jayket moaned at D’Akola’s words. “I want to see you wrap your soft pink lips around his cock and treat Jayket to the same joy you gave me last night, little bird.”

  Her eyes widened. “Little bird…that’s what Jayket calls me.”

  “Yes, I heard him use the term and I find it most befitting, little Suniko. Now make haste, woman. My cream scalds and begs for release.”

  Suniko wasted not another moment repositioning herself and capturing Jayket’s cock with her mouth. The pleasured sound of Jayket’s groan vibrating around D’Akola’s cock brought D’Akola another score closer to orgasm. He strained to get the best view of Jayket’s mouth on his own cock as well as Suniko’s tending Jayket’s.

  “Take one of your pretty tits from your tunic and let me watch as you pinch your nipple,” D’Akola said. “Imagine your fingers are mine, Suniko. Imagine they are merciless in their task and their insistent pressure rips a moan of ecstasy from your throat.”

  Suniko did as he asked, clearly enjoying the feel of her fingers against her erect flesh. She moaned around Jayket’s cock, eliciting a reciprocal groan from him. D’Akola watched the consistent draw at the hollows of her cheeks as she focused her attention on her oral mission.

  Jayket’s gratified moans provided confirmation that he was being treated to a dazzling mouth fuck. Even so, he never abandoned his carnal duty as he treated D’Akola’s cock to one rapturous tongue torture after another.

  Amid fervent noises of sucking and slurping, the impassioned trio chorused sounds of bliss. Echoing off the cave walls, it came back to them, encasing them in an erotic harmony of euphoric moans, gasps and panting.

  In the last moments before the warning of climax rippled along his spine, D’Akola reveled in the deliciousness of the threesome’s carnal delight. He focused purposefully on the sweet liberty from terror and carnage, the blessed reprieve from loneliness. He submerged himself in this superb slot of time, intent on remembering it always.

  D’Akola felt Jayket’s finger slipping alongside his cock in the warm, wet cocoon of the man’s mouth. After moistening the digit, Jayket removed it, sweetly assaulting D’Akola’s anus with the wet fingertip.

  His fierce dragon need to dominate returned at the delicious invasion. With a mighty growl, D’Akola fucked Jayket’s mouth with a vengeance as Jayket’s finger became persistent, pushing past the tight ring of muscle and driving deeper into D’Akola’s taut channel. Another glance at Suniko had D’Akola wishing he could reach her tit, sucking it into his mouth, biting its plump berry tip until she begged for mercy.

  As the mounting orgasm surged through his balls, D’Akola dragged in a jagged breath. A euphoric roar rumbled up from deep in his chest, releasing just as his cream shot against Jayket’s throat.

  Jayket drank down D’Akola’s seed before succumbing to his own orgasm, his body shuddering as Suniko milked the fluid from him.

  Suniko’s fingers still played with her tit while her other hand slid between her thighs. It seemed that almost as soon as she made contact with her clit, she burst apart, crying out her ecstasy.

  Spent and satisfied, the three slumped against each other. D’Akola listened to the contented sounds of their breathing, felt the pounding of their brisk heartbeats, smoothed his fingers along Jayket’s and Suniko’s hot, moist flesh. Supremely relaxed and comfortable, D’Akola closed his eyes and lingered between sleep and wakefulness.

  It was then he recalled details of the dream he’d had earlier while still in dragon form. Just after he’d deposited Jayket and Suniko on the rock ledge, D’Akola had retired to his lair for some much-needed rest. He’d yielded to sleep quickly and dreamed of his brother.

  I’m alive, D’Akola, Danior had told him. And I know you are too…I can feel your life force. I am in Zalvanus with Jia-Nian, the queen. Aydon and I are her royal princes.

  By gods, could it really be true? D’Akola’s chest swelled with a buoyant sense of hope he’d long abandoned. How mightily he missed his brother and Aydon, fighting at their sides against the Pushgans, reveling in the grand triumph of victory after the slaughter, sharing camaraderie, brotherhood and a joint purpose as Guardians of Zalvanus.

  How unbearably cruel that the malevolent Shivrane’s shape-shifter curse separated one man-animal from another, setting them far apart from each other with little hope of reunion.

  More of Danior’s words came to him now…

  Thanks to a gift from the gods, D’Akola, I am able to communicate with you, but only while you are in animal form. Listen for me with your dragon’s ears. Remember my words and heed them. I will guide you to my side…to safety, beloved brother. But beware, fierce dangers await you and your friends along the trail. Be prepared for battle.

  Suddenly alert, D’Akola shot up to a sitting position, clapping his hand over his chest where he felt his heart galloping like thunderous hooves.

  “D’Akola?” Suniko asked, propping on an elbow and reaching out to touch his leg. “Is something wrong?”

  “My brother…he’s alive. He came to me in a dream and told me so.”

  “Oh…” He saw she was clearly trying to hide the doubt in her gaze. “You feel certain it was actually a visit from your brother?” she asked, her tone soft and kind.

  Clasping Suniko’s shoulders, he smiled. “I’ve never been so certain of anything before. Danior confirmed that what we’ve heard is true. Jia–Nian, the prophesized queen, is in Zalvanus. Danior and our good friend and fellow guardian, Aydon the Bold, are her royal princes.”

  “Truly?” Suniko’s eyes widened. “Oh, D’Akola, this news is beyond joyful!” After getting to her knees and planting a kiss on D’Akola’s lips, she turned and shook the snoring Jayket. “Awaken, Jayket, we have thrilling news!”

  Dragging himself up until he sat next to them, Jayket scratched his chest and yawned. “Hmm? What’s this clamoring about?”

  Excitedly, D’Akola told them everything he remembered about the dream, ending with Danior’s promise to guide them to Zalvanus and his warning of pending attack. “Tomorrow at dawn we will be off,” he said. “We must get plenty of sleep to be prepared for the perils ahead.”

  “That leaves us little time to enjoy each other tonight,” Suniko said with an adorable, soulful look that made D’Akola want to just eat her up—but in a purely carnal sense, not in a dragon sense.

  “Ahh…but if we use our brief awake time wisely,” D’Akola suggested, “I believe we can manage to savor each other quite well.”

  “Many excellent ideas come to mind,” Jayket agreed. He grasped his cock and smiled. “And those ideas already have me rock hard and ready.”

  D’Akola yanked at the fabric of Suniko’s tunic. “Take this ragged thing off. Once we arrive in Zalvanus I will ask the good queen to provide you with a silken garment befitting your milky-soft skin.”

  “Oh, that would be wonderful.” She removed her clothing as she spoke. “I’ve worn coarse, abrasive fabric for so long I’ve nearly forgotten what it’s like to feel soft and feminine.”

  “I have no trouble picturing you garbed in silken finery,” Jayket told her, skimming his fingers from her throat to her rib cage.

  “Nor I,” D’Akola agreed. “I know of Jayket’s past, Suniko, but what of yours? Where are you from? Were you highborn?”

  She huffed a small laugh. “Hardly that. But I was fortunate to live a privileged life. I am from the village of Rygava where I served as handmaiden to Princess Aladee.”

  D’Akola nodded. “I wit
nessed a procession of hers once. Tell me, is she as benevolent as she is beautiful? Or perhaps she’s as haughty as she is stunning.”

  “She is a true jewel,” Suniko answered without hesitation. “An empath. If she possesses a character flaw it is that she has too much compassion for her own good. Princess Aladee always treated me and the other handmaidens well. It was my honor to serve her.”

  “Was she also captured by Tordanuk?”

  “She was, but I never saw her again after we were taken prisoner. The Pushgans separated royalty from the rest. I don’t even know if she’s still alive or if she managed to escape with the rest of us, but I think of her often and fear for her.”

  “I never caught sight of her during my captivity either,” Jayket said.

  Suniko wrapped her arms around herself and closed her eyes, indulging in a dreamy sigh. “Can you imagine? I used to wear the richest of fabrics, trimmed with gold and silver. I wore jewels at my neck and soft slippers on my feet. My skin and hair were soft and perfumed.” She opened her eyes and gave a wistful smile.

  “It all seems so long ago now, a veritable eternity that I’ve been garbed in sackcloth with only stray twigs, leaves and clinging insects as my jewels. Now I am more akin to a rough old hag.” This time Suniko’s sigh bordered on melancholy.

  “Don’t speak such foolishness, Suniko,” Jayket said, brushing a kiss at her temple. “Whether dressed in silks or sackcloth you are a desirable and most entrancing woman.”

  D’Akola took her hand and kissed it, rubbing his thumb back and forth along the parched skin of her arm. He’d known many a soft, sweet-smelling handmaiden in his day and could imagine Suniko’s sorrow at the current state of her prison-abused body.

  “Oh, listen to me whine.” She took in a deep breath and smiled. “Forgive me. I have no excuse for wretched thinking. I am alive! I am a survivor of Tordanuk’s evildoers and that is far more important than silks or gems or downy skin or smelling of flowers.”

  “Upon arrival in Zalvanus you’ll soak up milk baths and be massaged with warm, perfumed oils,” D’Akola assured her, cupping her small face and planting a row of kisses along her jaw. “Until that time, I have no doubt I’ll find your inner channel to be soft, silky and utterly feminine as I fuck your sweet cunt.”