by Dante King
After a swell five minutes of us being locked in this position, Saya leaned over and took over from where Elenari left off, sucking on my dick with royal abandon. Elenari, after catching her breath for a few seconds, busied herself by tonguing and sucking on my balls.
When you had two women that looked like Saya and Elenari rocking your microphone while another woman looked on, your chances of holding out for very long—especially when the Seer leaned forward and started breathing heavily, in a fashion that told me she was taking more than a scientific interest in this little exhibition—were slim.
After about another three and a half minutes of Saya working away at my cock while Elenari fondled and sucked on my plums, I grabbed Saya by her mane of ash blonde hair and pulled her off me.
“I need to switch it up,” I said. “I can’t get all the taking and do none of the giving. That’s not my style.”
I stood up abruptly, so that Saya had to stand too. I maneuvered her roughly around and pushed her down, so that she was bent forward with her hands on the sofa cushions. Then I made her stick out her fantastically muscled ass to me while she clutched the sofa. I reached forward and hooked one index finger into the corner of her mouth like a fishhook, forcing her proud head sideways so that she had to look at me.
I think it was a bit of a new sensation for Saya, who had been the dominant force the last time that we had got together. Back then, before I had gone through the Transfusion Ceremony, she had been far stronger than I was. She had tossed me about like I had been made of straw, rather than two hundred pounds of hardened muscle. Now though, the shoe was on the other foot.
I stared coolly back into her glacial blue eyes, while she bit eagerly at my finger, and slapped her hard on the ass.
Saya grinned, and Elenari let out a little excited gasp.
“Saya is a naughty girl,” Elenari said, obviously attempting to play along and doing a fucking great job at it.
I slapped Saya’s rump a couple more times, just to show her who was in control.
Then, I started to fuck her, ruthlessly penetrating her as deeply as I could from behind.
“Uhhhh. . . fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” Saya cried with every thrust, each one causing my nuts to slap her clit.
Elenari, her pale golden skin flushed rose with excitement, sat on the couch and played with Saya’s huge, swaying knockers.
“That’s it, yes,” Claire said, leaning forward and peering at us through her magical bifocals. “Yes. Yes, I can see something… Something building.”
She wasn’t fucking wrong there, and I would have told her as much—if I’d had the breath or the inclination.
I jackhammered away at Saya until her face was pressed up against the back of the sofa. She was crying out with ecstasy, holding her buttcheeks apart so that I could thrust into her as deeply as possible.
“Harder!” she cried out. “I want it… I want it rough!”
Saya wanted to be fucked rough, and so I fucked her rough. I fucked her as hard as I ever had anyone before, while keeping an eye on Elenari too, who seemed quite happy playing with Saya’s tits while we screwed.
I could feel Saya getting close to climaxing and so I edged her closer to an orgasm before pulling back and letting her recover.
“What the fuck!” she panted.
Then I slammed my johnson back into her eager hole and started thrusting away at her again. I brought her to the brink again, and once again stopped, before starting all over.
The third time, with Elenari slapping Saya’s ass like a jockey whipping a horse at the Belmont Stakes, I felt myself teetering on the brink of an orgasm too.
“Let me see it!” Claire cried, scooched so far forward that, for all intents and purposes, the threesome became a foursome.
I felt Saya’s mighty thighs clench, felt her pussy clamp around my throbbing pole. She let out a great cry. As soon as I felt her climax, I let myself go, throwing down the shaky barriers that were holding back my own orgasm. I emptied myself into her, jerking spasmodically as I came, my world turning to shades of misty red and vivid pink behind my eyelids.
The two of us ground into one another, Saya pushing her backside into me while I thrust forward as hard as I was able, trying to reach the very center of her.
“I see… something!” Claire said eagerly.
“What?” Elenari asked. I could see, through half closed lids, that the elf was running her eyes over Saya and I.
“There was a flash,” Claire said, her mismatched eyes focused on Saya’s navel as the Amazonian blonde’s chest heaved.
Saya looked utterly spent.
“But… No, it is gone,” the Seer said, a slight frown lining her forehead.
“Gone?” I managed to say.
“Yes, it was like a flash of slow lightning,” Claire said. She took the glances off her nose, polished them, and put them back on again. She shook her head. “No, it has faded.”
I pulled out of Saya, and the female dragonmancer flopped onto the couch, a smile of blissful contentment across her face.
To my delighted amazement, I felt none of the satisfied tranquility that usually accompanied blowing my load. On the contrary, when I looked down at the naked form of Elenari, peering up at me with those big emerald eyes of hers, I felt my libido stretch and paw eagerly at the ground.
Elenari must have caught something in my stare. She ran her tongue over her teeth and opened her body a little more. She was kneeling on the floor rug, her thighs spread to show off her perfect pink taco. Reaching down, the elf spread her lips and slipped a finger into herself. She pulled it out with teasing slowness and put it around in her mouth. She groaned softly and sucked at her finger.
Lust blazed through me, and I reached down with a tireless swiftness that I attributed to my dragon bond. I picked Elenari up as easily as I might a sack of potatoes, my hands clamped under her tight buttocks. She let out a choking cry as I strode over to the far wall, next to the fireplace. There was a dresser there, and I sat the athletic dragonmancer on the top of the solid wood, sweeping the random-looking assortment of bones, claws, and teeth aside, using Elenari’s ass as a broom. We kissed and tongued each other hungrily, while Saya made approving noises where she sat slumped on the couch. When Elenari was firmly planted on the dresser, I pulled her legs apart, and the elven beauty gasped with delight.
My hand went straight up to her crotch and started to knead roughly at her vagina. It was hurried, keen and unrefined groping, as if I were in a mad rush to have her naked flesh under me—which I was, in fact. I felt Elenari respond, bucking against my hand as I rubbed at her soaking wet sex. She pushed herself up on her hands so that I could more easily access her naughty bits, and I heard the wooden top of the dresser creak dangerously under her.
“Care not for the furniture!” Claire said. “There is more at stake here than a dresser!”
My fingers probed and squelched at Elenari’s wetness. The elf grunted in a thoroughly dirty fashion, her face pressed up against my sweat slicked pecs, my ragged breath ruffling her copper tresses. Occasionally, in my haste and lust, I would run my eager digits across the dragonmancer’s asshole and feel Elenari tense up and quiver with building sexual excitement. Once or twice, one of my fingers probed into it, fingering her ass for a few moments while the elf bucked against me and panted.
“Gods, this is good!” Elenari whispered into my shoulder, her nails digging into my broad back. “Show me more!”
I obeyed, my fingers pummeling into Elenari’s sex. I was finger-blasting her so fast that my hand was a blur—two, then three, and then four fingers inside of her, stretching her lips to their limit.
I leaned forward to suck and bite her erect nipples, while Elenari pressed her head up against the wall and made little mewling noises that told me she had bypassed cloud nine and was well on her way to going over the moon.
Dragon blood, the stuff must have been about fifty times more efficacious than Viagra. Despite having just shot a wad of bab
y batter up inside Saya, I was as solid in the trouser department as I had ever been. My senses were heightened. I could practically feel the heat emanating from Elenari’s box in waves.
As if sensing my building desire to ram my throbbing cock into her, Elenari spat into her hand and reached between her legs. She found my cock ready and waiting for her, and guided me toward her warm slot.
Suddenly, I found myself simply bursting to get inside Elenari. I couldn’t wait. I looked over at Saya and saw that she was watching us from under hooded eyelids. She looked as replete and satisfied as a python that has just swallowed a deer. She nodded at me and bit her lip.
“Give her what you gave me, Mike,” she said. “The experiment is only half done.”
“Yes, couple with her, Michael!” Claire seconded. “I want to see you both climax. The future of our world might depend on this.”
I doubt anyone in the history of the universe has been given such a strong boot up the ass as that.
My sexual longing flamed in my groin, spread to my chest, and engulfed my brain.
I picked Elenari up under her buttocks again, lifting her with superlative ease. I raised her and then dropped her onto my waiting prick. Elenari let out a long, heartfelt cry of ecstasy as we came together. Slowly, teasingly, I eased out of her and then into her until my balls were pressed against her clit once more. Then, with equally intense and excruciatingly delightful slowness, I pulled out again and repeated the procedure.
“This is. . . this is almost too much,” Elenari whimpered.
“You want me to stop?” I asked as I continued to thrust.
Her arm shot out and wrapped around my neck, and she pulled me ever deeper into her.
“Never! You must never stop!” the elf woman cried.
Elenari’s eyes were squeezed shut and her legs locked around the middle of my back. The angle must have meant that the tip of my dong was pressing that magic button inside of her, the mythical g-spot, because every time I pushed into her, she let out a low moan of unbridled longing.
It wasn’t long before the slow and steady approach lost its appeal. In another red-hot surge of lust, I pushed further into Elenari, pressing her up against the solid wooden dresser that I had been finger-blasting her on only a moment before.
There was a splintering crunch, which I only heard out of the corner of my ear, and I glanced down and saw that I had smashed through the dresser so that I was standing in the middle of the damned thing. I had barely registered there was any resistance, so engrossed was I with fucking the beautiful elf. With twin dull thuds, both ends of the dresser fell over.
“Mike!” Elenari yelled, drawing my attention back to her. “You haven’t finished yet.”
I grinned and began to fuck her up against the wall—though I was careful not to get too carried away and smash through it.
The world faded away so that it felt like the only things that meant anything were Elenari and I, the joined sound of our ragged breath, and the slippery hot epicenter of our union. For however long I had her pressed up against that wall, nothing else seemed to matter. I could hear the soft squelch of the elf’s box as I pressed into her, could feel the hardness of her nipples as I occasionally snuck a hand up to squeeze her beautiful, firm tits.
It was a perfect blending of body and mind—or so it seemed to me. We exchanged few words, letting our bodies do the talking. Our rhythm grew and sped up naturally as I stood in the broken wreckage of the Seer’s dresser. I thrust harder and quicker into Elenari’s keen and accepting box, as her vagina contracted and released around my shaft.
In a cascade of emotions and chemicals, two of us came together.
I let out a hoarse cry as I emptied my manberries into her with gusto. I was pretty sure that I felt the plaster that covered the wall crack as I pushed myself deeper into Elenari.
“Yes!” I heard the Seer cry, although she sounded a long way off. “There it is again! The same phenomenon!”
“I think I can even see it!” Saya said.
I jerked and twitched a couple of times, and then set Elenari down on her feet. She had to grab hold of me for a second, her legs were that shaky, but then she staggered over to the sofa on which Saya sat and collapsed next to the muscular blonde.
The Seer was observing Elenari closely, following her with her eyes even as the elf sat down.
“Yes,” the Seer said, in a soft voice that was aimed more at herself than to either Saya, Elenari, or me. “Yes… There it goes again. The same synaptic flash. Fire… Magic… And then… gone. Curious.”
I took a deep breath and sat down on the one spare couch.
“Curious… in a good… way?” I asked.
The topless Seer, clad only in that sexy as fuck G-string, looked at me. She pulled the bifocals from her face, carefully looping the wire arms off her ears. She touched thoughtfully at one of her silver braids that fell down her shoulder.
“I think that it is as I expected,” she said after a moment. “It would seem to me that the fact that you harbor a special seed inside of you cannot be disputed.”
“I feel there’s a ‘but’ sailing into this sea of conversation,” I said, wiping the sweat from my chest with my discarded shirt.
“But,” the Seer said, “I think that your seed has a finite power.”
“You mean that I can’t just go firing dragonlings into every female dragonmancer who signs up?” I asked cheekily.
Elenari threw a cushion at me.
I laughed and caught the cushion. I looked over at the two dragonmancers. Elenari was lying next to Saya on the couch. She had her head resting on Saya’s shoulder and her legs pulled up and laid across the taller woman’s lap. Saya was stroking her hand absently up and down the elf’s golden thighs. It was a peaceful tableau. Would have looked good on a Christmas card.
“No, it would seem that while you might sleep with whomever you wish,” Claire said. “There isn’t any chance of you conceiving another dragonling again until your seed has been replenished with whatever magic it was imbued with to start with.”
I sighed. That sounded about right.
“And this magic,” I asked. “It’s not just a naturally occurring thing, is it?”
Claire shook her head. “I think not,” she said.
“Then how do we get my seed all jazzed up again?” I asked.
The Seer looked thoughtful. “I am not quite sure yet,” she said. “But there must be a way. Your seed must be rejuvenated. That is the key to us being able to bring forth a new generation of dragons.”
“I wish all the experiments we did during our time at the Drako Academy were that fun,” Elenari said.
“Maybe we should start conducting our own experiments after class,” Saya said, twirling a lock of her blonde hair around her finger.
Lying there on the green velvet couch, clothed only in their slightly golden skins, the two gorgeous dragonmancers looked like something that Michelangelo might have painted—in one of his more erotically charged moments.
Speaking of erotically charged…
My eyes switched over to the Seer. Now that her little thauma-biological experiment was complete, I noticed that Claire’s eyes were staring, rather fixedly, on my dick. I was still sporting a semi and, at the sight of the Seer eyeing my junk, I felt Mike junior give a little stir of interest.
An idea tapped my brain on the shoulder.
“Hey, Claire,” I said, with a fair attempt at nonchalance, “with an experiment such as this, you probably need as much data as you can get, right?”
The Seer’s eyes flicked upward, and she met my gaze.
“Are you trying to proposition me, Michael Noctis?” she asked.
Saya and Elenari grinned, watching the exchange between me and the Seer.
“Not a proposition,” I said. “It’s all in the name of thauma-bio-whatchamacallit.”
“Thauma-biology?” Claire said.
“That’s the one,” I said.
In answer to my que
stion, Claire stood up. She walked—prowled with the lightness of step of a hunting cat, really—over to where I sat on my couch. She tilted her head to one side and contemplated me keenly. Once more, I got the impression that I was being weighed by those unsettling, otherworldly mismatched eyes of hers.
I sat back and spread my arms out, resting them on the back of the sofa so that the Seer could get more of an eye full of me. Surely, having lived all the way up here for most of her life, opportunities for sex had been few and far between?
“Three sets of data are surely better than two,” I said. “And there’s no experience like first-hand experience.”
Slowly and deliberately, the Seer slipped her thumbs into the waistband of her lacy G-string. She gave a lovely little wriggle, and the panties dropped to the floor. She stepped out of them and stood naked before me.
Professor Trelawney hasn’t got shit on you, I thought.
Claire was a forceful personality; a woman who knew what she wanted and when she wanted it, a woman who had obviously been around long enough to know herself inside and out, to know what she was capable of.
It made sense then that she took the bull by the horns right from the get-go.
She clambered onto my lap, her thighs either side of mine, and began to rub her crotch into my cock. Not surprisingly—well, maybe a little surprisingly, seeing as it had done its thing twice already—it only took a few seconds for my schlong to regain its fully erect status.
Claire’s breasts were perfect—the perfect size, the perfect shape—and I need no goading to lean forward and take one of her nipples in my mouth. I bit down gently on it and was rewarded with a pleased gasp from the Seer.
“You like them?”
“Very much,” I said as I tasted her nipple.
In response, Claire pushed her cans together so that my head was lost in cleavage, and I spent the next few minutes being, as the wise and astute dialectician Vince Vaughn once called, a “motorboating son of a bitch.”
My cock was as hard as a rock now. Claire’s eyes glittered as she took a good, long look at it.
“Large,” Claire gasped. “Rather large.”
Her tongue protruded from between those fantastic lips of hers, ran slowly along them, moistening them. She bit her full bottom lip, and her mismatched eyes, sliding up the ridges of my stomach and over my chest, locked with mine.
