by Alyse Zaftig
“I’ll take care of it when we get home. It’s not a problem.”
I fumed, but I had nothing to say right now. They were running the show, and I couldn’t force Fa to get a doctor or even a nurse to look at the wound on his arm that was pouring blood into his shirt and getting a little bit on the seats. When you’re as rich as them, though, I guessed that buying another car when the seats get bloodstains is trivial.
When we got back into the house, I turned to Kyle. “Where do you keep your medical supplies?”
“In the downstairs bathroom. Honestly, you don’t need to take care of Fa. He’s pretty hardy.”
Their insistence that a bullet wound was not important was infuriating. I marched into the huge bathroom they had on the first floor, which was straight forward from the door.
“No one can be shot at and take it that casually. I’m going to disinfect the wound and bandage it, if you won’t let me get him to a doctor.”
Fa came into the bathroom. “I don’t mind letting you play nurse.”
He took off his shirt.
It was probably a bad idea from a medical standpoint — in real hospitals, they would have cut the shirt off of him — but his upper body was a magnificent sight. I wanted to help him, to clean him up, but I was breathless looking at the sheer perfection of his body. I knew that his shoulders were broad already, but looking at the way that the muscles moved as his shirt came off was leaving me speechless. He had a hard six-pack, and his pecs were solid. He was toned, not bulky, but he had muscles to spare.
“Could you sit down?” I needed to stop staring like a clueless American and get down to business. I wasn’t here to ogle him; I just wanted to make sure that they didn’t ignore his ‘flesh wound’ for so long that it got infected and permanently maimed him. Or he got gangrene. My imagination leapt to the worst possible conclusions sometimes.
I swabbed at the wound with the Chinese equivalent of Bactine. As more blood came off, I could see more of his skin.
“Why is your skin completely healed? It looks like you got hit by a bullet months or years ago, not less than an hour.”
“There’s something we haven’t been telling you.”
Secrets
I turned to Kyle. “What is it?”
He sighed. “I wanted to wait for a better time to talk to you about this, but it’s already coming up.”
“You’re being too delicate about it.” Fa turned to me. “We’re dragons.”
I felt my eyebrows jump almost off of my face. “You’re what?” Oh gosh, I had been saved by crazy people.
“I have accelerated healing, enhanced senses, mild telepathy, the ability to see and converse with ghosts, and a lot of other things, like my eidetic memory and being impervious to poison. I like to hoard gold and frankly any kind of treasure.” Fa shrugged. “That’s what happens when you’re an immortal.” He looked at my face. “I see that you’re not convinced.”
Not convinced was an incredible understatement. I was wondering if I should be calling a mental hospital, not a normal hospital.
“Look.” He extended his unharmed arm, and he shifted the arm to a scaly arm with a claw on the end.
“Oh my gosh!” I turned to run away, but Kyle was in the way. “Let me go!” I pushed at him, but it was like trying to move a mountain.
“No. We’re not done talking to you about this.”
“False imprisonment is a crime.” Oh wait, was it a crime in China? “Let me go.”
“We haven’t finished. There’s more.”
“More than you secretly being dragons?” I thought back to the dinner. “Is your dad a dragon?”
“Yeah.”
“Is your mom a dragon?”
“Yeah. Dad bit her when they mated.”
I thought back to the tiny little Asian woman who’d been so quiet. She didn’t seem like a dragon, but then neither did these two guys. I’d seen the evidence with my own eyes, though, and I knew that they were telling the truth.
My head was swimming. The chaos of last night, the shots fired today, and now the revelation that the boys were dragons? It was too much. I felt tears prick my eyes.
“Hey, now.” Fa stood up and kissed my nose. “Don’t cry.”
A tear slid out of my eye and down my cheek.
Fa tilted my face up, and he kissed me. You’d think that it would be a tender kiss, meant to cheer me up, gentle me into being happy.
It wasn’t. It was a hard open-mouthed kiss, one that made me feel like fire was everywhere inside of my body. It burned out the sadness that had weighed down my limbs just a little before, and it turned me on a lot. I was tingling in all of my erogenous zones.
Fa slid his hands under my ass, and he pulled me up so that my legs were around him. “Bed.”
“Oh my gosh, Fa! You just got shot! I’m heavy! Put me down.” I beat at his chest ineffectively. I didn’t want him to drop me. I was scared that he would.
“You don’t weigh anything. You’re perfect. And I’m a dragon.”
I held on for dear life as he sprinted up the stairs way faster than any human boy could have carried me, and Kyle was right behind him.
I was confused. I’d spent last night with Kyle, but now I was in his brother’s arms. All of us were heading to a bedroom.
“Wait a minute. What’s going on?”
Fa grinned. “I think that’s pretty obvious.” He set me on my feet, then Fa took off my dress by ripping it off me. He pushed me so that I fell backwards onto the bed.
He looked me up and down. “Very nice.”
The cool air on my skin couldn’t cool how hot I was for them. “Are both of you…”
“Going to fuck you? Yeah.”
I could feel myself getting wetter, and it was like someone had taken a bellows to the forge fire inside of me. I was burning up for them.
“I’ve never slept with two guys at once before.”
“That’s ok.” Kyle took off his shirt. He was every bit as perfect as Fa, every muscle carved by a master sculptor. “We’ll be gentle.”
Fa snorted. “He’ll be gentle. He’s the gentleman, always considerate of your feelings. His love is poetry and roses. He’ll write songs for you and serenade you outside your window in the moonlight. Me?” He pointed at his chest with his thumb. “I’m not. I’m the one who’ll strip you in an instant and fuck you against the wall with your hands pinned above your head. I don’t do poetry and roses, and I’ll never remember your birthday.”
I didn’t know that it was possible to get even wetter, but I did. I was wetter than the Amazon, wetter than the Nile during the flood season. Holy cow, these two were hot as hell.
Bedroom
Fa pounced on me. He tore my bra and damp panties off. I had no idea where I’d get new ones, but I didn’t care at the moment. Without any warning, he buried his face between my legs and started sucking my clit. I bucked wildly towards his mouth. He didn’t let up; he kept licking and sucking me with his expert, magical tongue. He gripped my curvy hips hard, hard enough to leave marks. I felt myself going up, up, up, and then I crashed downward in a stunning climax. I was panting hard, and sweat covered every inch of my skin.
He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Delicious appetizer.”
That was an appetizer? If that orgasm was an appetizer, the main course must be incredible.
Kyle lay down beside me, and he pulled me so that I was straddling him. Our tongues dueled. He felt perfect as he explored my mouth in the hottest, wettest, deepest kiss I had ever had. He kissed my neck, then he pulled me down towards his hard cock. He put it at my entrance, and I slid down onto it. It stretched me so wide that I didn’t know if I could take it. I hesitated when it was halfway in, because the burn was so intense. I didn’t think that I could take more.
Fa didn’t care. He pulled me down fully on Kyle. I screamed in pain and pleasure as Kyle’s cock filled me past the brim. I could feel him shoot hot precum into me, and it turned me on. I’d never had
anybody bareback before, but I had never been carried away like this, either. I couldn’t help myself, and rationality was out the window tonight.
Fa started licking my ass. I tried to get away, but it was hard when I was impaled on Kyle.
“No! I’ve never done anything like that.”
“It’ll be good. I promise. You’ll like it.”
Kyle captured my mouth in a kiss, with his hand in my hair. I loosened up. Why not try?
I broke the kiss. “Ok.”
Fa went back to licking me. It felt different, but good to have him touch my ass. He slid in a finger, and it stretched my sphincter. It felt so weird.
I felt cold lubricant being slicked on my ass, and I knew what was coming next.
Sure enough, Fa pushed his cockhead against my virgin hole. He pushed it in slowly, but it hurt. I’d never had anything in there before. Tears came to my eyes with the pain.
“Ow.”
He stopped pushing. “You need to relax your muscles.”
I took a big breath in, and I tightened everything. Both of the twins yelped from the sensation. I let the breath out, and I felt Fa slip deeper inside of me. It didn’t hurt anymore. It felt very foreign, but it felt sort of good to have him inside of me. The two of them filled me until I was full, but I loved it. They were separated by a thin barrier inside of me.
Fa pulled out, and then he quickly pushed back in. I moaned at how it felt.
Fa pushed my shoulders down so that my torso was flat on Kyle’s. He gripped my hips again, this time setting a demanding rhythm as he fucked me in the ass. Kyle helped me stay in one place as Fa’s motion moved all of us as we fucked.
Fa was the first to fall over the edge, shouting as he spurted hot jets of seed inside of my body. He pulled out of me instantly.
Kyle sat up, and my legs were straddling him. He captured my mouth in a tender kiss yet again, and then his hands slid down my sweat-slicked back to my ass. He gripped it, and then he set up a slow roll into me. We kissed, and his tongue fucked my mouth. He pushed me slowly but rhythmically, like we had all the time in the world. His hand came to my clit, and he rubbed it. My body was tingling, and I felt like I was on fire inside. He pulled my hair, tilting my head so that he could bite my neck. My eyes drifted shut from the delicious sensation. I was so close.
He stopped pushing into me. “Mate us.”
“What?”
“Mate us.”
“Do you mean have sex with you? Because that ship has already sailed.”
“Mate us.”
I clenched around him, and he stifled a groan. “Ok, yeah, I’ll mate with you. Move.”
His hands pushed me so that he slid impossibly deeper into me, and I came with a shout. I felt his cock spurt and spurt inside of me, filling me with his hot cum. Everything felt warm and wonderful inside of me, and I felt it seep into every part of me. He fell back so that he was laying on the bed with me on top of him.
I was sweaty and sticky, but I had never been happier in my life.
Shower
Kyle’s eyes were closed, and he was breathing deeply. “I think you’ve killed me. But what a way to go.”
“Me? What about you? I don’t think that I’m going to have the use of my legs for a week.”
“Not a problem.” Fa pulled me off of Kyle so that I was empty inside. “I’ll carry you. Shower time.”
He held me threshold style into the bathroom. He turned on the taps while holding me up with one hand — impressive considering how much I weighed — and he stepped into the spray. Warm water flowed over us.
“I’ll do the work, but you have to stay still. Very still.”
“Ok.”
He set me on my feet.
“Turn.”
I turned to face the wall.
“Hands at waist level. Bend over.”
I bent in half. This was an intermediary yoga position, the kind where you did a half-rise.
“God, I don’t think there’s anything more beautiful in the world than what I’m seeing right now.” He stroked my ass. “Just gorgeous.”
He spanked me hard. It radiated through my body.
“Hey!” I started to stand, but he captured both of my hands and pinned them on the wall.
“Stay.”
“Boy, you better watch yourself.”
He laughed. “Believe me, it’ll be worth it.”
Considering what we’d already done, I let it slide. “You better hope so.”
“I know so.”
I felt his hands touch my clit, and his face was eating out my pussy, thrusting in his tongue. I squirmed, but I couldn’t move. I couldn’t get away from the rising sensation in me. My nipples were hard, and even though there was water everywhere, I felt hot.
He withdrew his tongue from inside of me. “Now the main course.”
Without any pause at all, he shoved his entire cock inside of me. I cried out. It was too much, too fast. But his hands were on my hips, and he was pushing, thrusting, bucking wildly against my body. My hands tried to keep me steady, but it was impossible. It was like being on a boat in a storm.
His hand made its way to my clit, and he stroked it again and again. Water dripped down on us steadily as he took me over and over. My breasts were swinging in time with the frantic pace that he was setting. His hipbones might be leaving bruises on me, but I didn’t care. I only wanted him, only wanted us.
I felt myself clench and flutter around him as I orgasmed, shooting into the stratosphere. He didn’t stop. He picked up the pace, and there was no rhythm anymore. It was just animalistic mating now, and I felt his teeth come down on my neck, biting hard. I would have a hickey tomorrow, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. It was worth it.
He pulled out of me. “Let’s get clean.”
Kyle had been watching the show from outside of the huge shower, and he stepped in now. His erection was huge, as if he hadn’t just orgasmed a few minutes ago. It was already weeping a drop of precum.
I couldn’t help myself. I bent so that my knees were on the tile, and I sucked the cockhead into my mouth. He gasped above me. I stroked his balls with my hand gently, and I focused on all the right hot spots on his dick.
Kyle was normally a gentleman, but he couldn’t help himself now. His hands were gripped my head hard as he shoved his dick into my mouth. I felt my jaw widen more than it should, but I couldn’t control anything. He forced it towards my throat, and I felt him come. Salty spurts slid into me, and I swallowed.
“That was amazing.” Kyle shook his head. “You’re incredible. Wonderful. Perfect.”
“Aww, thanks.” I leaned up for a kiss, and he gave me a sweet one.
“We’re actually using soap now, lovebirds.” I felt Fa’s soapy hand slide on my back, dipping between my legs. It felt impossible since I’d just had so many orgasms, but he made me hot again.
Kyle shampooed my hair gently and carefully. It smelled like them, dark spices. It felt so good to feel his fingers run through my hair. He shielded my eyes as he redirected the spray to rinse it out.
When my hair was clean, Kyle got to his knees. He sucked on my breasts, and it felt like there was a straight line from them to my pussy. I was all kinds of wet and dripping. Fa may have just cleaned our juices off of me, but I was willing and able to go another round. I’d never had this much sex before.
Kyle kissed his way down the center of my body, then he sucked my clit. I cried out as I climaxed. I would have fallen, but Kyle’s hands were on my hips. He held me up.
Fa was touching me everywhere with the soap. He’d kiss part of my body before covering it in soapy bubbles. He paid extra attention to my breasts, kneading them slowly in his big, strong hands, pinching the nipples.
I was trembling with the aftershocks. Kyle sprayed me down with the water, and then he pulled me out of the shower. The two of them picked up soft, fluffy white towels and sensually dried me carefully, paying attention to every inch of my dusky skin.
“I hate
to cover you up, but we should probably find clothes for you. I don’t want you to get too cold. You won’t be able to wear your dress again.”
Since the dress had been ripped off of me, that was a pretty good assessment. “Yeah. If you could lead me to some clothes, that would be great.”
Kyle walked to the closet, and he flung it open.
It was packed to the brim with haute couture.
Dream Closet
“Holy mother of pearl!” I couldn’t decide if I wanted to hyperventilate or just fall over. “This is like the best closet you could imagine. This is better than Mariah Carey’s closet! This is better than Beyoncé’s closet. They have warehouses for their shoes, but this is so much better.”
“I’m glad you like it.” Kyle pulled me inside. “What do you want to wear?”
“Everything.”
I touched the fabric. It was sturdy and of the highest quality. I chose the simplest thing in there, a stretchy scarlet suit that had a Chanel tag. It was classy and sophisticated, and I felt like a million bucks.
I walked over to the three-part mirror and turned to check out the back view.
“It fits you perfectly.”
I blushed. “Thanks. I wish I had a bra, though.”
“We can get you one. Just say the word.”
“Oh, that would be wonderful. I have a lot of problems finding the right kind of bras in China, though; most people in China aren’t this well-endowed.”
“Not a problem,” Kyle said smoothly. “We’ll get it custom made. I’ll get a lingerie-maker in here right away.”
Cripes. Back home, I had to shop at a specialty lingerie store to get the kind of bras that would fit me and look good. It seemed like money made a difference. Instead of having to look for a bra that would fit and trying on a zillion, I could just have someone make it for me.
Within an hour, someone came to take my measurements. She had a form bra, and she had pins. It took her less than two hours to sew something together for today.
