“It’s true,” Jayket said. “Our Suniko feels as soft as a baby bird inside. But take heed, D’Akola, for she’s as wild as a tigress.”
“A tigress and a dragon, hmm?” D’Akola mused. “It sounds like a worthy match. Get on your knees, little handmaiden.” She did so, angling her pelvis in silent invitation as she presented her backside to him. Kneeling behind her, D’Akola clapped Suniko’s ass cheeks, studying the rosy imprint of his hands a moment before digging his fingertips into her flesh and enjoying the feel of the plump tissue beneath his fingers.
“Look here, Jayket.” D’Akola glided his fingers up Suniko’s inner thighs, holding the wet digits aloft for the other man to observe. “See how her juices run for me?”
With a lustful groan, Jayket grabbed D’Akola’s hand, licking his fingers clean. “There is no finer wine or ale,” Jayket noted, skimming the tip of his tongue across his lips. “And what a glorious sight you two offer for me to behold. One ass soft and white as alabaster. And the other,” he raked D’Akola’s ass cheeks with his fingers, “firm-fleshed and muscled…and begging to be filled with my cock.”
“And such a fine, big cock it is,” D’Akola said, turning back to fist Jayket’s cock. The weighty feel of the man’s rigid flesh in his palm further hardened D’Akola’s own shaft. “Moist with droplets of your desire for me.” He bent close and licked Jayket’s erection once around the cock head, savoring his salty essence.
Both men groaned at the sheer pleasure of it all. Meeting Jayket’s gaze, D’Akola said, “I get hard just looking at you. Both of you.” Returning his attention to Suniko, D’Akola leaned down and, growling, nipped Suniko’s ass cheek with his teeth.
The next sound reverberating off the cave walls was that of Suniko crying out as D’Akola pierced her cunt.
“Yes…fill me to my womb,” she said, panting already. “Let me feel the power of your dragon deep in my channel, D’Akola.”
At her words, D’Akola thrust savagely, then stiffened, feeling the warning twinge of transformation just beneath the surface. “I caution you, Suniko, be wary, for you truly don’t want me shifting to my dragon form right now.” Control. He needed to be in total command of his body right now, to remain focused and human, lest he shift and tear poor, sweet Suniko clear in two from his dragon’s size and its carnal ferocity.
“I’m here to fuck the man, not the dragon,” Jayket announced, sliding his thumb up D’Akola’s anus. “I want to hear the man cry out when I ram into him so deep he begs me for mercy.”
Jayket’s thumb was replaced by his oiled cock. Blood screamed in D’Akola’s veins as his channel was invaded.
“I’ll never beg for mercy. Whatever you’ve got to give I can take,” he assured Jayket. “And I’m ravenous. The question is, can you give me all I need?” he challenged.
“And more,” Jayket promised, ramming his cock so far and hard into D’Akola’s ass that D’Akola shouted and broke into a sweat.
Clenching his fists against Suniko’s ass cheeks, he steeled himself. His pace inside Suniko’s cunt quickened and grew brutal, mirroring Jayket’s wild thrusts.
“I feel you, D’Akola,” Suniko said, her breath harsh and raspy as he pummeled her. “I feel your heavy balls slapping against me, your generous cock connecting with my womb. And through your body I can feel Jayket’s every thrust as he shoves into your ass.”
“And I feel your creamy walls sucking me, milking me,” D’Akola told her.
“Can you feel this?” she asked.
“Gods, yes,” D’Akola answered, certain he was on the verge of shattering from the intensity of pained pleasure as he felt her rubbing herself with her fingers.
His cock withdrew partially from the oil of her arousal and slammed forward again even harder into her depths. “I like that, Suniko. But I have a better idea.” He reached beneath her, searching for her clit and replacing her hand with his, gliding his fingertips back and forth over the slick nub once he found it.
She whimpered and then her long, shuddering moan nearly did him in.
“Heat centers in my balls,” Jayket said, his tone gruff as he plunged into D’Akola again. “It ignites my spine.”
D’Akola shivered at the man’s earthy growl, at the sound of a man’s heated rapture mere seconds before it spewed free and hot and deep. The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, fast and furious, bounced off the walls. The scent of musk, of hard sex and of good fucking, perfumed the air as the three of them humped in synchronized harmony. They moved together like one wild animal, each adding their own unique measure of pleasure to the encounter.
Jayket stiffened almost the same moment as Suniko went rigid. Twin cries of ecstasy rent the night air and then D’Akola could wait no more. His muscles tensed and constricted as his raging cock cream burst like liquid fire deep into Suniko’s convulsing cunt. His shuddering climax soothed the last of the tension from D’Akola’s body and he joined them in bliss.
The rest of their waking hours were spent pleasuring each other in all manner of threesome positions. Several times D’Akola surprised himself as he nearly gave in to openly weeping with joy and gratitude. He couldn’t help it. His soul sang at the elation of being alive, of sharing in the sweet, intense happiness with his two companions. His beloved friends. His ardent lovers.
As Suniko and Jayket drifted to sleep, D’Akola reluctantly moved to the other side of the cave in the event the three were still huddled together at dawn when he shifted from human to dragon. Inadvertently crushing his lovers with his green-scaled bulk would be most unsociable, indeed.
He watched as the two slept, making dreamy little moans, their arms draped around each other, their legs intertwined. And gods how he yearned to be in their warm midst again, a part of their sleeping embrace of flesh against flesh instead of being off by himself, feeling cold and alone.
Yet again the cold spot in his chest seemed to glow warm as D’Akola’s heart swelled and tears threatened to spill. He found the sensation most bewildering. After all, a trained guardian is in control, in command of his emotions and not one to weep like a babe. Sucking in a deep breath, he wondered at the strange, repeated urge to spill tears.
And then his soul spoke to him.
This, it told him, this is what happens when you find love.
Chapter Five
Suniko stirred as the veil of sleep ebbed leisurely from her mind and body. Her dreams had been agreeable, some even pleasurably erotic, so she wondered at the muffled litany of moans, shrieks and curses upon waking. The last vestiges of an unremembered nightmare, she decided.
The utterances reached her ears once more and a burst of panic threatened to stop the breath in Suniko’s lungs as she realized the sounds were no mere dream. Her eyes fully open now, she glanced at Jayket, who still slept, his face relaxed and free of tension, worry or fear. Reaching out, she almost roused him but a quick movement at the cave’s entrance stalled her hand.
It was then she remembered.
D’Akola. It was dawn and he was shifting.
Suniko rose and stepped cautiously toward the mouth of the cave. A stifling sensation of pained sympathy and suspense choked her as she watched her beautiful D’Akola clasp his hand over his mouth in a clear attempt to stifle the raw, wild cries of a creature in pain.
“Oh, D’Akola,” she cried, running to his side and cosseting the bent and curled man in her arms. He uncoiled so abruptly at her touch that he startled her into backing away.
D’Akola extended his arm, holding up his hand as a signal for her to stay back. “Keep your distance, little bird,” he said, his voice gruff and guttural as great beads of sweat rolled from his forehead and dripped from his jaw. “I am the victim of feral and increasing irritability as I shift. If I become depraved by pain I may lash out at you without realizing.”
Staring in helpless bewilderment as his shape seemed to flicker from human to dragon and back again, Suniko bit the inside of her cheek, fearing that once she started to cry
she’d never be able to stop.
“Isn’t there some way I can offer comfort to you?” she asked, acutely aware of the excruciating torture of flesh and soul before her. There was no need to ask if he suffered, for it was far too clear by the heartbreaking depth of pain she saw in his eyes. “Something I can do to ease your hurting, dear D’Akola?”
Endeavoring to smile away his torment for her benefit, D’Akola shook his head. “No, sweet Suniko. But my heart thanks you. Now let me be, little one. Shape-shifting is a chore best left to the changing being alone.” He grimaced and a great growl tore from his throat. “Take her away, Jayket!”
Suniko whipped her head around to see Jayket standing close by, a fearsome mix of raw fury and compassion twisting his features as he stared at the disconcerting abnormality his friend suffered.
“Come, Suniko,” Jayket said, his hands closing over her shoulders, dragging her back into the bowels of the cave. “There is nothing we can do to ease D’Akola as Shivrane’s nefarious, malevolent curse seizes him.”
Tears burned Suniko’s eyes. She squeezed them shut, but not before rivulets of tears broke free, sliding hotly down her face.
“What an utterly vile and detestable spirit Shivrane must possess,” she said. “I have never embraced violence but, by the gods, Jayket, if the opportunity should present itself I would surely run a sword clear through the stone-cold heart of the sorceress. And I would erupt in a glad smile as I sent her wicked spirit to the fiery depths of hell.” She absently wiped a hot tear away as it streaked down her cheek.
“There are many who would happily aid you in the task,” Jayket said. “I among them.”
As the final stages of transformation gripped D’Akola, Jayket cupped the back of Suniko’s head, urging her to his chest to shield her vision. She allowed herself to be led into the comfort of Jayket’s arms although a part of her yearned to watch the entire transformation. But the clenching ache in her heart prevented her from gazing upon her poor D’Akola another moment.
“What an ineffective coward I am,” she sobbed against Jayket’s chest. “How foolish of me to think I could bring poor D’Akola any degree of comfort when I can barely witness his anguish without succumbing to self-absorbed wailing.”
“Shhh, Suniko,” Jayket comforted, stroking his fingers through her hair. “You are too hard on yourself. Witnessing the cruel transformation of someone we care for is not without great distress. The sight of D’Akola’s agony makes me feel powerless too. Just as helpless and ineffective as you feel. But he knows that we care, that our hearts are sympathetic toward his plight.”
Jayket turned Suniko around to face D’Akola again. The shape-shifting was complete and the dragon now stood where D’Akola had just moments before.
“He knows that we love him,” Jayket finished.
Suniko smiled, crossing her arm over her waist and rubbing Jayket’s hand. “That we do,” she said, leaning against him as she eyed the dragon. “Do you hear that, D’Akola?” she asked, her voice raised and catching the dragon’s attention. “We love you.”
Suniko felt certain she saw something glitter in the dragon’s eye. Comprehension. Understanding. “Just as I love you, dear Jayket,” she said more softly. “How it is possible to be so certain of such a thing in so short a time, I don’t know, but it’s true. I love you both so much it makes my heart leap with joy at having found you.” A cold shiver came upon her. “And it makes me tremble clear to my soul at the fear of losing you.”
“You have echoed the words in my own heart,” Jayket told her, wrapping his arms around her and nuzzling her neck as she stood there with her back against him. “As well as those in D’Akola’s heart, I feel sure. While the fates have set us in repeated peril, the gods have been good to us, blessing us with finding each other.”
Jayket’s admission of love warmed Suniko’s heart. The fates had twisted and turned her life a thousand ways since being captured by the Pushgans, but never before had she felt so blessed. She had dreamed so often of finding the right man, one who truly loved her and treated her with genuine care and affection. Little did she imagine she would find two such perfect men, handsome, brave and strong and so expertly gifted in the erotic arts.
Suniko sent up a silent prayer of thanks to the gods, vowing to herself that she would remember to do so each and every day. At the same time, her heart uttered a solemn plea, imploring the gods to keep her lovers alive and safe.
“Last night while you slept, D’Akola and I spoke of the journey ahead,” Jayket said. “It won’t be an easy one, Suniko. The Pushgans will do everything they can to keep us from reaching Zalvanus.”
“I know. But together we will triumph, Jayket. Of that I am sure. I am prepared to face Pushgan attack and I will do my best to defend myself and you.”
“Don’t worry about me, sweet one.” He kissed the top of her head. “Just protect yourself.”
“What do you think happens to D’Akola’s memory of us while he is a dragon? Do you think he still recognizes us? Will he know to head for Zalvanus?”
“D’Akola spoke to me of that. His animal side wars with his human side, sometimes making rational thought difficult. With our help and the help of Danior, his brother, all should proceed well. D’Akola must maintain his focus so he recalls who we are and the mission we seek to accomplish. And,” Jayket chuckled, “so he remembers not to munch on us when his belly growls with hunger.”
“I will speak to him throughout the day and remind him of who we are,” Suniko promised. “And we must keep alert for goats and other animals to keep his belly satisfied.” An unsavory thought rippled along her mind. “I only hope D’Akola won’t forget he holds us in his talons as he flies. It would be deadly for us indeed if he dropped us from his clutches.”
“True,” Jayket agreed. “But at least it would be a swift death.”
Vexed by his statement, Suniko noted, “If that was meant as a comforting word, dear Jayket, I’m afraid it failed.”
“I’m sorry.” He chuckled again. “In fact, D’Akola and I fashioned a harness of sorts last night. That way we won’t have to ride in the grip of his talons as he flies.”
“You mean we can ride atop his back the way I’ve seen Pushgans do with their dragons?”
“Not exactly,” Jayket clarified. “They have well-constructed saddles while all we have is this.”
Her gaze followed Jayket’s hand as he gestured to a long rope fashioned of knots and braids on the cave floor. Sturdy-looking branches were secured at either end.
“We’ll tie it around his neck,” Jayket explained. “And we’ll clutch the branches to steady ourselves as he flies.”
The images Suniko’s mind conjured were most precarious. The task of maintaining balance while atop a flying dragon’s scaly back seemed doubtful. She walked to the rope and grasped a portion of it, examining the fabric strips from which it was constructed. Surveying the inside of the cave and noting the lack of clothing, Suniko frowned. “You used our garments to fashion this?”
Shrugging, Jayket answered, “We had nothing else, save for the few lengths of rope we were able to create and add from the young green twigs D’Akola had at the back of the cave.”
New images of the two of them wobbling naked atop D’Akola assaulted her mind. “But that means we’ll be fully exposed, flying through the air flaunting our nakedness for all to see.”
“Only until we are able to find dead Pushgans or the corpses of others whose garments we can take.”
Suniko shuddered at Jayket’s grisly suggestion.
“Hopefully, Suniko, the enemy will be so transfixed by your bare beauty they will forget to sling arrows or hurl spears.”
Before Suniko could respond, the dragon snorted, emitting a somewhat muted roar. Suniko glanced D’Akola’s way in time to catch tendrils of smoke curling from his nostrils.
“He cautions that it is time for us to go,” Jayket said, looping his hand through the arm Suniko braced at her hip. “Ko’Loran
, almighty god of sun and sky, has been benevolent this morning. See?” Jayket motioned toward the misty gray outside the cave. “The sky is blind with fog, providing us with some protection, but it will disperse soon. We’d best be on our way.” He gave her a tug.
Suniko stood statuelike, taking it all in, trying to fully grasp their odd predicament. It wasn’t that she was ashamed of her body, she’d never been overly shy or modest. But to perch naked atop a dragon, boldly forging a trail through the sky while—
“Suniko!” Jayket pinned her with an intense glare. “Tell me that you are not about to grumble and whine about traveling unclothed. The most important thing for us to focus on is survival. You can’t do that if you are consumed with angst about your bare tits.”
Jayket’s rational but pointed words snapped her out of her reverie. Damn, the man was right. “On the contrary,” she quipped, fisting a length of rope and yanking Jayket toward D’Akola, “I was just thinking of how best to dazzle those three-eyed sons of vermin with my magnificent breasts. Come, it is time to travel, my beloved.”
———
The day was nearly over, thank the gods. Exhausted from dodging Pushgans and random dragon hunters, the trio now found itself embroiled in a fearsome conflict.
Under attack from a quartet of Pushgans securely saddled atop a dragon’s back, D’Akola swooped through the air, roaring out a growl as a pair of arrows pierced his hide.
Suniko’s blood ran cold at his pained cry. She held on for dear life as her dragon faltered and sank through the clouds before regaining his stability. Whether dragon or human, D’Akola’s stamina and endurance were amazing.
The Pushgans followed their descent, screaming obscenities and vowing to send them to their deaths. Suniko wondered how it was possible to defend themselves against the savage but well-equipped warriors when all she and Jayket had were twin sacks of fist-sized rocks hanging from a rope slung over D’Akola’s neck.
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