Dragon Breeder 4

by Dante King

  Kneeling on the thick rugs, I reached out with both my arms and slid one hand up the inside of Saya’s thigh and one hand up the inside of Elenari’s thigh. Both were silky smooth to the touch and hot and flushed with desire and excitement. I thought that I could actually feel the dragon fire running through them, part of their blood, infusing their very flesh.

  I moved my hands slowly up the inner thighs of my wives. Then, when I could go no further north, I began rubbing and massaging their centers. The women pressed their pelvises against my hands and let out twin moans of pleasure. My hands were engulfed in the hot, stick warmth of their soaking wet pussies.

  It was, in a way, an extremely explicit version of patting your head while rubbing your belly. My hands massaged and stroked backward and forward while my head moved up and down as I feasted on Hana’s sex. It was a wonder, and a testament to my coordination skills, that I didn’t get all mixed up.

  I slid my fingers into the warm, velvety confines of Elenari’s and Saya’s pussies. Elenari let out a long moan of contentment, and she contracted around my fingers.

  I smiled to myself, though no one could have seen it, since my tongue was exploring ever further reaches of Hana’s tasty pink taco. It was so hot, such a visceral sense of contentment, having the beautiful bearmancer bent over in front of me. She was at once totally at my mercy sexually, and yet had me under her complete control too. I peppered her asscheeks with a few little kisses and then got back to work.

  I knew that Elenari was particularly sensitive and came like a thunderstorm far more easily than the other two. I eased back on my ministrations of the elf, simply tickling with one finger across her lips—the ones between her hips, as the great Slim Shady once eloquently put it.

  Meanwhile, my tongue was stabbing down into Hana’s warm, moist center, lapping away at her, making her wetter and wetter as I mixed spit with her own girl juices. I could feel her pushing her ass up to meet my mouth, could hear her breathing becoming more ragged.

  “Am I cementing cordial relations between our two nations?” I asked her, lifting my head momentarily from my work and biting her gently on her right cheek.

  “Yes,” Hana gasped, “but don’t you fucking dare stop now, Dragonmancer Noctis. Don’t you dare stop now. Otherwise, I’ll have you locked in the dungeon at my mercy.”

  “That doesn’t sound so bad,” I said, biting her left cheek and making her groan. I picked up the pace a little, finger-fucking my two wives on either side of me with renewed vigor, while I tried to stick my tongue as far into Hana as I could. I could feel the bearmancer becoming more and more frantic, her skin was prickled with beads of sweat.

  Saya too was showing signs of getting closer to the orgasmic precipice. Her muscular body was taut with concentration. Each individual muscle seemed to have a life of its own, responding to every flick and stroke of my fingers.

  Elenari was panting. She was pressed to the bed, her ass just off the blankets, her left hand gripping Hana’s right. Her back was slick with sweat, and her breath rushed in and out of her mouth; a sure sign that I was pressing the right buttons and pulling the right levers.

  My cock was throbbing with the need to slide it into one of them—into all of them—but I knew that once I started, it was going to take some serious self-control on my part to pull out and put a lid on my own need to get my love-gun off.

  Feeling that abstinence was the better part of valor for the time being, I decided to rock the three worlds of the women in front of me. There was never any harm in getting a few selfless brownie points after all, especially when you were doing it all for your Empire. With some careful cajoling and some impressive synchronicity between my hands and my mouth, I brought all three women to the teetering edge of orgasm.

  Then, when I hand them in the palm of my hand—both palms, I suppose—I stuck two of my fingers deep into Elenari’s and Saya’s soaking wet pussies and made come-hither motions while, at the same time, slipping my thumbs into their tight buttholes.

  While I did this, I ran my tongue down to Hana’s aroused clitoris and began moving it from side to side as quickly as I could, while pressing down and rhythmically applying pressure on and off.

  The effect was immediate. Saya’s back arched, and she let out a long breathy wail of gratification, tossing her blonde head from side to side. The muscles in her back and shoulders writhed like snakes, and her glutes stood out as if they were cut from marble.

  Elenari clenched up and then writhed as she came, her milk-pale body flushing with the warmth of her orgasm. Her face was pressed into the blankets, so her cries of delight were muffled, but from the way that her legs thrashed and her toes curled, I figured she was having one hell of a time.

  A wash of girl juice flooded my mouth and went over my chin as Hana came. She tried to move her sex away from my probing tongue, but I followed her mercilessly, continuing to lap and nibble at her clit. The Vetruscan let out two howls of lust-filled delight, then collapsed onto the bed with me lying half on top of her, her eyes closed but her mouth open in a delighted smile.

  Not giving the gratified trio of women very long to rest on their laurels, I smacked Hana on the ass. “You know the thing about diplomacy right, ladies? It’s a two-way street and it takes a long time to nut out the problems that face all the parties.”

  “As you seem to be the leader of this delegation, Mike,” Saya grunted from where she lay on the bed, “what would your advice be?”

  In answer, I maneuvered the slightly dazed Hana and turned her so that her ass was toward me and settled her in my lap in the time-tested reverse cowgirl position—a personal favorite of mine.

  The bearmancer let out a groan of pleasure as she straddled my dick, while I propped myself on my elbows, with my hands on her hips and prepared to enjoy the show. As she lowered herself onto me, and I immersed myself in the new sensation of this woman’s sex, I watched as Saya moved over to lie and cuddle with Elenari and watch as I fucked Hana.

  It was like something out of some Greek or Roman depiction of an orgy. While Hana began to move slowly up and down on my shaft, making soft little mewling noises, I watched the completely nude elf and the blonde playing gently with one another.

  Saya was leaning back against Elenari, her head on the elf’s shoulder, while Elenari’s petite fingers strummed and stroked the more muscular woman’s pussy like an overtly erotic musical instrument. Every time that Hana came back down on my cock, Elenari would echo the movement and slip two fingers into Saya’s obviously drenched sex. Each time, goosepimples spread out from Saya’s crotch, and my own hairs stood on the back of my neck.

  After some time, I noticed that Elenari was the only one not getting anything directly out of this little formation that we had adopted, and I was nothing if not a teamplayer. I smacked the Vetruscan on her beautiful, rounded ass, and she gave a little cry.

  “Mmmm, you are a rough boy today, Dragonmancer Noctis,” she purred, sliding off me and kissing me hard on the lips.

  “Like I said, diplomacy is all about sharing and consideration, Hana,” I replied. “Besides, Saya isn’t going to leave you standing out in the cold.”

  Hana kissed me hungrily again as Elenari slithered nimbly out from behind Saya’s muscular form, responding to my beckoning finger. As Hana was enfolded in Saya’s strong arms, Elenari stuck her tongue into my mouth and rubbed my cock, which was sticky with the bearmancer’s juices.

  “You,” I said, lust shining in my eyes as I looked over the athletic, naked form of the elf.

  “You,” she said, her leaf-green eyes shining and her chest rising and falling rapidly with anticipation.

  I moved out of the way, my raging boner sticking out about a foot, as Elenari wriggled around on the bed to get comfortable. She turned around so that her glorious butt was pointing in my direction. In a phenomenally arousing display, she got ever-so-slowly onto all fours and spread her legs wide for me.

  Damn, if she yawns, I’m going to be able to see all the
way through her like some pornographic telescope, I thought.

  I grasped the sporty elf by her hips and rubbed the tip of my cock up and down her wet slit. As Elenari moaned in anticipation, I thrust hard into her so that my pelvis smacked onto her ass with a meaty thud. Elenari was jerked forward and cried out with pleasure through gritted teeth. Her hands clutched at the blankets, her knuckles turning white.

  She growled. “That’s it! Just like you did with Saya and me the last time!”

  I started banging Elenari hard from behind. She had that flawless, milky ass of hers stuck up in the air. With every thrust, animal grunts and groans of delight spilled out of her mouth. It was part of the elf’s charm; that she was usually quite reserved, but when it came to fucking, she was a total extrovert.

  We were going at it so vigorously that Hana and Saya stopped with their mutual fingerfucking so that they could watch us. Then, almost shyly, Hana crawled in front of Elenari, lay on her back, and opened her legs right in front of the elf’s face. Elenari, when it came to bedroom antics, was far from a prude and was always looking to raise her game. She clapped her hands to Hana’s toned thighs and pulled them further apart to reveal the glistening pink slit between them. Hana’s sex gaped obscenely, and she gave a little groan of rapture as Elenari commenced to stick her tongue into it.

  Taking her lead from Hana, Saya swung her leg over the Vetruscan’s head and squatted on her face. With as little or less hesitation than even Elenari had shown, Hana buried her face between the muscly warriors thighs and began vigorously eating her out.

  From my vantage point, I could watch all three women moaning and groaning and writhing, their backs arching, their hands clenching and unclenching as the woman giving them the goods hit some responsive spot.

  At the angle that I was penetrating her, my rock-hard cock must have been slamming into Elenari’s g-spot because it wasn’t long before she was crying out, louder and louder. She was getting wetter and wetter, so that my dick slurped and slapped as I pounded in and out of her.

  As Elenari’s moans and cries grew louder, Saya ground her pelvis harder into Hana’s face. The ashy blonde’s face was flushed, her hair spread over her face in utter disarray. Hana too was obviously getting closer to the big O. Her fingers were entwined through Elenari’s red hair, and she was groaning into Saya’s crotch.

  I picked up my rhythm even more, jackhammering away at Elenari, pulling her ass toward me so that I could nail her as deeply as possible.

  “Come on, Mike!” the elf panted. “Come on! Yes, that’s it! Send me over the edge! Please, Dragonmancer!”

  I drilled Elenari for all I was worth, my head thrown back, eyes staring sightlessly at the wooden beams in the cabin’s ceiling as I tried—to use one of Bjorn’s uncouth but, admittedly, fairly apt sayings—to touch Elenari’s breakfast.

  My breathing became ragged as I drew to the brink of orgasm, to the limits of my self-control, my thrusts getting wilder. I looked down at Elenari just as her back arched and her whole body locked up into the throes of ecstasy.

  Hana too, almost immediately, cried out as she climaxed at the same time as Elenari. I could only see the bottom of her pretty face, but I figured that the Vetruscan’s face was contorted in bliss, her chin coated with Saya’s girl juice.

  A second later, Saya threw back her head, her mane of ash-blond hair fanning out around her head like sunlight made solid. She gave a guttural cry and shuddered, grabbing at her great, bouncing jugs as she came too.

  Like a single bridge that has just had one of its legs toppled, the three women went limp and collapsed as one. Totally spent.

  But not for long.

  Elenari and Saya were, as I had noted plenty of times before, team players and they weren’t about to leave me hanging out in the breeze. Hana, it seemed, was also not one to ignore etiquette.

  Saya stood up and came to stand behind me, her hands resting on my shoulders. Elenari and Hana, like a couple of she-devils of the best kind, crawled across the bed and looked up at me where I stood at the edge of it.

  And then, the grateful bearmancer and the ever-attentive elf gave me the most incredible tandem blowjob. All the while, the sated Saya stood behind me, her massive, pert tits pressed to my back and egged me on with dirty talk.

  When you had two women that looked like the elf and the bearmancer rocking your microphone while another woman whispered pure filth into your ear canal, your chances of holding out for very long—especially when you were the owner of a dragon-enhanced libido—were slim.

  I released, and my seed exploded into Hana’s mouth. Her deep red eyes widened, and she gagged as she earnestly tried to consume every last drop.

  When she was done with her admirable effort, she looked up at me. “Thank you, Mike, for giving me this honor of consuming your seed. Do all Mystoceans taste this good?”

  I puffed out my cheeks and tore my own gaze away from the shaven-headed woman. With the piercings that adorned her nose and the edges of her ears, she had the pleasing style of a lead singer in a punk band.

  “They don’t,” Saya answered for me. “Mike is one of a kind.”

  “Well, I’m not technically a Mystocean…” I started to explain.

  Hana gave me a kittenish smile, and Elenari giggled.

  There was a slamming of doors downstairs and a tramping of boots.

  “That’ll be Renji and Tamsin,” Elenari said, rolling lazily up from the bed and searching for her clothes.

  Saya, ever the pragmatist, simply strolled from the room, like some living depiction of a Greek goddess of war.

  “Come on,” she said. “I don’t know about you all, but I’m ready for a wine or two and to enjoy the last relaxing evening we might have for quite some time.”

  There seemed little to argue in that statement.

  The rest of us dressed hastily. Holding the hands of Elenari and Hana, I went down the stairs to grab myself a much-needed drink.

  Chapter 13

  We set out the next morning with the sun staining the undersides of the mold-colored clouds a deep pink and the wind coming in from the east. It was cold. I probably would’ve shivered a little if I hadn’t been wrapped up in a fur traveling cloak—and if I hadn’t been heated from within by the fire and power of four dragons.

  It must have looked like quite the sight, the little procession that wended its way down from our cabin, past Berserker Hall and the Queen’s quarters, along the shoreline of the glittering fjord, and into Hrímdale.

  Queen Frami herself led the way on the back of Orka, the huge war-bear glowering around with all the good humor of a grizzly that’s just been woken from hibernation. Hana rode Bearne proudly on her warden’s left.

  The last time that I had seen Hana’s bear, it had been embodying a form of such hulking immensity that it would have made even the most gigantic, black-hearted brown bear of the Siberian wastes look like a freaking Pomeranian dog in comparison.

  Bearne had been the size of an eight-ton box truck back in the Subterranean Realm, covered in bristling gray fur and wearing armor that looked more like porcelain than steel. It had also sported a pair of deadly-looking curved horns. The horns were still there now, of course, but Bearne had taken on a slightly less imposing size—he was now only the size of a healthy Clydesdale.

  I was accorded the place of honor on the Queen’s right-hand side. I rode on dragonback slightly behind her right shoulder as Tamsin had told me was proper. Will the wisp floated just behind me like a little, glowing pillion rider.

  I had elected to ride Pan, the latest addition to my stable of dragonlings. He was the pure, crisp color of cobalt, of a peacock. As sleek and smooth and shiny as a bullet train, or a bullet for that matter. A pair of curling ram’s horns, the color of dull silver, protruded from his head, which matched nicely with Bearne’s on the other side of the Queen. Two dark blue tusks jutted down from his upper jaw and past his lower one. His wings lightened from dark blue at the joints to sky blue at the tips.


  I had chosen to ride Pan firstly because he had limited experience with quests and journeys. Secondly, I thought that a Tempest Dragon was something that the peasants, fishermen, and traders of Hrímdale would appreciate. This whole country reminded me of a storm cloud in a way; dark, brooding and apt to catch you out if you let it. It was beautiful in a dark and savage way and filled with staunch, tough, taciturn folk.

  The other Mystoceans traveled along on their dragons behind the Queen, Hana, and I. Tamsin, Saya, Renji, and Elenari were all looking drop-dead gorgeous in their traveling furs. The juxtaposition of the stunning women, who could easily have graced any men’s magazine annual calendar, with all their gear of war and their grim faces, was one that stirred my libido like an egg whisk in a bowl of whipping cream.

  Dasyr and Tanila were not among our party. To my surprise, they had left in the middle of the night, returning to the Galipolas Mountain camp under a heavy Vetruscan bearmancer guard. They would travel the more conventional route, and Queen Frami did not fear for their safety as she had increased patrols on the main highway.

  Even though it was early morning, many locals gathered in the street. They stopped and stared openly at us as we passed. Hrímdale was a town that woke and slept with the passage and movement of the many sea creatures that called the fjord home.

  The local populace might have been accustomed to seeing massive bears of all different sizes, colors, and descriptions moving amongst them, but clearly dragons were something almost entirely new to them.

  Little children pointed and screeched as we walked steadily through the many markets, skirting the enormous main fish market so as not to cause too much of a disturbance. The kids, unlike the adults, seemed unaffected and unaware of the menacing aspect of the dragons and their riders. To them, they were just big colorful animals, creatures from storybooks come to life.

  Stalking along like some reptilian cat, Gharmon, carrying Elenari, was a luscious, vibrant, vital green. She was an Emerald Dragon the same color green as the elf’s eyes. She was scaled like a snake, with each individual scale slotting into place to form a flowing, mercurial armor. The scales were clearly thick, as a dragon’s scales had to be. Tough and leathery almost, but with a captivating iridescent sheen to them. Her large, three-toed feet ended in claws that reminded me more of blunt trauma than surgery, and they moved lightly over the muddy road.