Hunter's Desire

by Meg Ripley

  Their kisses deepened as she wrapped her arms tightly around his bulging shoulders, throwing herself deeper into his arms as their tongues and fingers entangled at once.

  Wrapping her legs tightly around his trim waist, she opened herself to him, spreading her buxom thighs as she hissed against his full lips, “I want you inside of me, Lachan. Now!”

  She gasped as her lover pulled her closer to him, breaking their kiss as he stared deeply into her eyes and whispered, “As you wish, my princess.”

  Her eyes flying wide as she considered these words, Sarah bit her lip as she pondered the pet name that had passed her lover’s lips.

  Princess? That’s what Gabriel called me, she thought, staring confused into the eyes of her lover even as her body cried for him.

  Lachan seared her with a wicked smile as he fully joined them as one. Surging his long stiff shaft to the depths of her soaking wet pussy, Lachan seized her lips in another impassioned kiss as their hips claimed an immediate rhythm.

  The couple’s hips and thighs locked between them as their tongues entangled; soon it became difficult to tell where one ended and the other began as their joined bodies rolled wildly across the breadth of the bed.

  Yet even as he continued to probe and penetrate her, Lachan cradled Sarah sweetly in his arms as he plied her lips with the kindest of kisses.

  Opening herself to him, Sarah ran her fingernails down his strong planed back as pleasure overcame her; her psyche brimming with dreamlike visions of faraway lands and dragons in flight.

  Just then, her eyes flew open and all she saw was Lachan, his exquisite beauty flooding her senses as she threw her body against his.

  Finally, with a long last thrust, he carried them across the bounds of an incredible mutual orgasm; one that rocked them both to the core as they clung to one another in the heat of ecstasy.

  Moments later, the couple collapsed together in the softness of sweaty satin sheets, sharing a smile before falling asleep in one another’s arms.

  Early the next morning, Sarah awoke from yet another mystical dream; another and even more vivid imagining of faraway lands and paranormal creatures in flight.

  Eager to open her eyes to an even more pleasurable dream, she reached with a smile for the mysterious lover who had set her night on fire.

  This smile dissolved abruptly moments later, as her fingers grasped only air, her eyes flying open as Sarah realized that she now lay alone in her bed.

  Only it is far from my bed, she reminded herself, adding through gritted teeth, Here’s hoping that Lover Boy didn’t only desert me the morning after, but stick me with his hotel bill as well.

  Finally, her gaze rested on a folded piece of crème colored stationery laying on Lachan’s pillow; one she retrieved immediately and read with sleep-blurred eyes.

  “For now, my princess, I have to go,” the note read. “Please know, though, that I will see you again soon.”

  Throwing aside the note with a frustrated hand, Sarah shook her head from side to side as she considered these cryptic words.

  Gabriel said exactly the same thing to me, she pondered, adding as she buried her head in her hands, What on earth is going on here?

  But then again, she reasoned, perhaps the answer to this near frantic question did not exist on Earth—at all.

  ****

  Slipping silently into the throne room of his father’s grand palace, Lachan immediately searched the room for any signs of his father, fully prepared to tell the king that it was he, and not his brother, who had won the heart of their intended queen.

  Instead he saw only the imposing figure of his frowning, scowling brother; a man who now bounded across the floor of the throne room to erase all distance between them.

  “You’ve been away all night,” Gabriel thundered, his tone harsh and accusatory. “You laid with her, didn’t you?”

  Lachan nodded.

  “We made love,” he agreed, adding as he raised his chin to proud effect, “And, if anything, the strength and intensity of her response tells me that I am the man of her heart.”

  Gabriel snorted.

  “I did not need to seduce Sarah in order to make our love. We adored one another, from the moment of our first meeting,” he insisted. “She is mine!”

  Lachan thought a moment, then sighed.

  “I fear, my brother, that there is only one way to settle this,” he decided.

  Gabriel looked at his brother for a long, sad moment, then nodded.

  “Then so be it.”

  ****

  At times, Dracor observed, he simply had to set aside his full schedule of royal duties and simply take in the view.

  Standing just outside the arched entryway of his grand emerald palace, he took just a moment to admire the sky that shone this same vibrant, luminous hue; and he couldn’t help but smile as he further beheld the vision of his two sons, the princes of his realm, fly with a certain regal majesty just below the skyline.

  This smile dissolved moments later, as the dragons before him flew at eye level and charged one another with the full force of their incredible power, nostrils flaring and eyes blaring as they bared their claws.

  The king gasped in horror as his once peaceable sons punched and clawed at one another in what seemed a fit of unleashed rage; wings and tails flailing as they growled and roared in time with their frenetic movements.

  Surging forward with his usual aplomb, a furious Lachan butted his scaled head full and hard against his brother’s chest, letting loose with a mighty roar that betrayed his innermost rage.

  Grasping at his brother with sharp clawed hands, Gabriel bore his razor-sharp teeth as he released an amplified growl, his tail swinging back and forth in a furious motion as he slashed mercilessly at Lachan’s face.

  Springing into action, Dracor morphed swiftly to his nature made form and flew with unbridled flourish into the air above him, letting loose with a mighty roar as he confronted his sons mid-air.

  Parting his lips wide, Dracor spewed a stream of fire just above the heads of his fighting family members, stilling their movements as they both turned to face him with wide eyes and an expression that bespoke their fear.

  “Gabriel and Lachan!” Dracor bellowed. “You disgrace yourselves, and the people of our realm, with this brash and childish behavior. And while I deeply regret that you both have been assigned the same Earthling life mate, this is not the right and proper way to settle the matter.” He paused here, adding in a regal bellow, “So, to put it more simply, you will have to find a civil and diplomatic way to resolve this conflict!”

  The brothers froze motionless in response to their father’s words, hanging their heads in shame as they folded their clawed hands before them and said, “Yes, Father.”

  Once again, Lachan and Gabriel stood facing one another in their father’s throne room, staring through the panes of the soothsaying orb.

  “Well then, my brother, it seems that we face a most peculiar sort of quandary,” Gabriel observed, stroking his sculpted chin in a show of deep contemplation. “The Soothsayer has chosen one woman for the both of us, and after each romancing this exquisite lady, we each have fallen in love with her—as, I suppose, was intended from the start.”

  Lachan nodded.

  “And, from what we can gather, she is quite fond of us as well,” he paused here, adding through pursed lips, “Of course I had hoped that the act of making mad passionate love to her would give me the edge—but this woman seems to favor romance just as much as she does unbridled sexuality.”

  Gabriel chuckled.

  “Well, since the Soothsayer is offering us nothing in the way of answers or explanation,” he reasoned, narrowing his eyes condemningly in the direction of the blinking orb, “we may just have to pay another visit to our Sarah—and ask her to make a final decision.”

  ****

  It was official. Sarah Coleman had been on shift at The Coffee Castle for a few hours too long.

  Sure, it was normal and
customary for her to be weary at the end of an exhausting day; even so, said fatigue did not generally inspire the curious image of dragons in flight.

  Yet sure enough, a casual glance out the front window of The Coffee Castle produced the image she’d seen many nights in her dreams: the vision of two towering dragons with wide spanning wings, long stately tails, sleekly scaled forms, and eyes that seemed to gleam forthright in her direction.

  “They’re so beautiful, just like in my dreams,” she breathed, “only they just don’t belong in this world.”

  Excusing herself for her nightly dinner break, Sarah took leave of The Coffee Castle and headed for the wide open field that bordered the establishment—and sure enough, the dragons that she’d spotted through a broad bay window followed in her wake.

  Criminy. Sarah had had enough.

  “Okay, you dragons,” she admonished the giant, bewinged green creatures who now stood before her in a fragrant golden field. “It’s all fine and good for you to show up in my dreams, but when I’m trying to put in an honest day’s work and two oversized lizards with wings show up to distract me, well, this is simply where I draw the line.”

  The dragons before her looked at one another, cocking their heads in what seemed to be a show of keen curiosity.

  Then they both began to laugh. Hard.

  “We are sorry to startle you, my dear,” said the dragon on the left, whose voice sounded eerily familiar to Sarah’s ears. “Perhaps you would prefer to see us in a different form?”

  Without awaiting an answer, the duo dissolved in a sparkling flash of pure emerald light, emerging seconds later as they assumed their promised different forms.

  Forms that, she couldn’t help but notice, seemed familiar to her eyes.

  Not to mention fully and markedly naked to these same eyes.

  “Gabriel and Lachan?” she asked, squinting confused as she beheld the tall, statuesque forms of her dashing young lovers.

  “Our queen!” the brothers announced in unison, striking a low courtly bow before their lady.

  “It is indeed us, the men who adore you,” Gabriel continued, adding in a low, serious tone, “only, in our thus far joyous communications, we have neglected to tell you the truth.”

  “Yay,” Lachan agreed, shuffling his freshly morphed feet beneath him. “The truth is, my lady, that we are princes of the dragon realm. And we’ve been haunting your dreams, almost every night.”

  “Yet we have a good reason for doing so!” Gabriel interjected quickly, holding his hands up before him in what seemed a defensive stance.

  Sarah shook her head.

  “Can’t wait to hear it,” she said vaguely, at this point questioning her very sanity.

  Gabriel chuckled.

  “Well, as it turns out, Love, Lachan and I are brothers—dragon princes who have come to you from the farthest reaches of the Planet Vertania,” he explained. “When our father, the good King Dracor, bid us to find our mate, we sought the consult of a mystical orb to show us her identity.”

  “And the lovely lady revealed to both of us, dear Sarah,” Lachan continued, “was the same lovely lady now standing here before us. So, with that in mind, my darling, we leave it to you to choose between us.” He paused here, adding with a saucy grin, “But before you do, Sarah, do allow us to make our cases one more time.”

  “Together,” they said as one, opening their arms to her.

  Moving forward as if in a trance, Sarah soon lost herself in four encircling arms as desire overcame her, her face erupting in a dreamy smile as both of her lovers coated her cheeks and neck in a tender rain of sweet baby kisses, also holding her warm and close between their two sculpted bodies.

  She gasped audibly seconds later, as Gabriel most literally swept her off her feet, staring deeply into her eyes as he carried her to a whisper soft patch of grass surrounded by a circle of ruby red roses.

  “I aim to prove to you, my lady, that I can be every bit as naughty as he can,” he released on a whisper, pulling her closer to him. “And that I can please you even better.”

  Lachan had heard enough.

  “Oh, I know a challenge when I hear one,” he snorted, descending to the ground beside them in a single smooth flourish as he wrapped his arms around Sarah’s shoulders.

  Together, the brothers stripped their lady bare as she writhed desirous between them, and as an attentive Lachan massaged her work-worn shoulders and whipped the long strands of his midnight black hair softly across her back, Gabriel fondled her breasts and rounded stomach as he kissed her smiling lips.

  Sarah lost herself to the feeling as both men caressed her, their hands canvassing her body as she pressed herself tightly into a cocoon of pure, hard muscle.

  The contrasting softness of their lips on her face and neck lulled her into a pleasurable trance; one that Gabriel enhanced as he swept her into two encompassing arms and plied her with the sweetest of kisses.

  Their hips pressed tightly against one another, this intimate contact creating a divine friction between them as she entangled her hands in his silky golden hair.

  The couple’s bodies slithered together as he rubbed and massaged her buxom breasts, his long hard shaft rising to tease her tender feminine cleft.

  Not to be forgotten, an impassioned Lachan rubbed his entire body against hers as his magical fingertips kneaded her back and squeezed her buxom rear.

  Even as she continued to kiss and caress her golden-haired lover, she reached back to run her free hand down the length of Lachan’s magnificent torso, then lowering her fingertips to coddle and caress his long, reverberating rod.

  Rearing his head back with an aroused roar well worthy of a dragon prince, Lachan writhed and gyrated hard against her back as Gabriel saw to her front; seeming intent to distract her as he reached his hand downward to part her feminine folds, rubbing and kneading her sensitive nub as she sighed with delight.

  Opening herself to him with a lusty sigh, she welcomed her golden-haired lover as he surged fully and finally into her, his long, wet tongue advancing forth into her mouth to match the rhythm of his deep and divine penetration.

  Still she continued to rub and stroke Lachan’s shaft, relishing his attentions as he nipped and licked the back of her neck and his hands stroked her long soft hair.

  She took in her breath moments later, as an impassioned Gabriel moved and shifted within her, until the tip of his cock stroked a soft fleshy spot just inside her entry.

  “I promised you the ultimate pleasure,” he whispered against her lips, adding as he clutched her body to his, “and I intend to deliver.”

  With these words, he tossed his hair forward to cover and tickle her sensitive breasts, at the same time thrusting forth his shaft to ignite her equally sensitive G-spot.

  Sarah squealed outright against Gabriel’s lips as ecstasy overcame her, radiating free through her entire body as she herself delivered a mighty stroke that sent her dark-haired lover over the edge.

  Soon the trio’s ecstatic cries filled the air above them, intermingling with the sound of singing gulls overhead as Sarah stretched languidly in the grasses beneath her.

  Turning her gently in his arms, Lachan picked a dew-glistened ruby red rose from the ground beneath them and rubbed its petals over her breasts and down her rounded tummy, all the while kissing her lips at a leisurely, languid pace.

  Not to be forgotten, Gabriel kissed his way down her neck as he stroked her shoulders and back, whispering in her ear as he praised her strength, her kindness, and her beauty.

  Her face erupted in a giddy grin as Lachan lowered his rose between her legs, coaxing open her feminine folds before tossing aside the flower and replacing it with his talented fingertips.

  His free hand cupped her flushed cheek as his kiss intensified, their tongues entangling even as she reached her free hand backward to caress Gabriel’s firm muscled chest and tickle his solid abs.

  She moaned against Lachan’s full luscious lips as he rubbed and coaxed
her enflamed nub; his sensual movements coating her being with a rain of intense erotic sparks.

  Whipping her shoulders with his long blond hair and rubbing his hard-planed body against her back, Gabriel lowered his head to her neck and nibbled its sensitive nape, intensifying her pleasure as she clenched her soft thighs around Lachan’s nurturing—if devilish—hand.

  Then, in an instant, her being exploded in another incredible climax; her heart pounding and her pulse reverberating as both of her lovers held her body fast and tight between them.

  Finally, the trio collapsed together in the soft luxury of emerald grasses slathered in beams of newly born moonlight; a stunning spectacle that reminded the brothers of home.

  “Have you made your choice, my darling?” Gabriel whispered in her ear. “If so, then we would like to take you home with us…to meet your future father in law and tell him which of his sons you intend to marry.”

  ****

  Moments later, Sarah found herself riding astride a dragon, soaring upward to the heights of a star strewn sky as she flew majestically in a race with the moon.

  She took in her breath as she and her companions careened through the borders of an emerald realm; one in which the gold of a radiant full moon held court in a sky that glowed the greatest green.

  Bracing her arms tightly around the stalwart neck of Gabriel—or was it Lachan? Blast it; in their dragon form they looked nearly identical—Sarah cast her gaze downward to behold a beautiful vision: a gem green structure of statuesque domes, towers and turrets, with expansive balconies and porches, emblazoned with a beautiful flag—one bearing the image of what appeared to be a dragon king.

  “Welcome home,” the brothers told her, spreading their wings as they arched their bodies downward in a graceful final descent.

  Soon, a dazed Sarah found herself jostled through an arched entryway and into a dressing room that adjoined the palace’s throne room, a small but grandiose chamber adorned with green brocade walls and a floral print dressing screen.