“Fucking hells!” Ström says to me, as he grins, suddenly wild for a party.
And not just the dancing kind.
“We usually sip it!” The Storm Dragon girl’s lips have fallen open in a round O, her blue eyes enormous.
“Not tonight!” I yell now, reaching out and claiming my glass. Like Ström, I shoot it back.
And feel eroticism unlike anything I’ve ever known consume me.
It’s like a fire in my belly, spreading up fast to my throat, chest, breasts, and groin, flushing my cheeks—everywhere, as a roaring sensation to party fills my head. I’m in the music; I’m of the music, and I’m flooding with Ström’s energy near me now, as theaurumpear beverage takes effect.
It’s alcoholic, a wild aphrodisiac, and soothing to my inner energies all at once. I feel on fire with a need to move, to roll my body, and to dance.
And I want nothing more than to do that with my wildest, sexiest drake, as Ström corrals me now, pressing me with a hot, deep kiss as he grips my ass. He palms me, stroking me, grinding hard against me now as he claims me with his lips, mouth, and tongue.
And I’m here for it. Everything inside me roars now with a hot need to fuck—all night. Ström’s in for it, too, as his cock leaps up high in his pants now, thick with a need to fuck me.
But first, we dance.
Ström grips my waist with a laugh, hauling me into thethrong. We dance, we roll; we fuck each other with our clothing still on as thundering EDM music punches through the night.
It’s theaurumin our systems, it’s the booming thunder of all the Storm Dragons partying hard all around us, and it’s our natural Blood Dragon wildness and sexual connection that thrusts us up against each other, all night.
Ström’s a fantastic dancer, and though it’s not my strong suit, I feel weightless, boneless, and wild with havoc as he effortlessly moves me around his body, spinning me, grinding with me, and palming me hard to kiss me over and over.
Hands are everywhere—his and mine. At one point, I’m surprised to find we’re both still fully clothed, but this party is too good to miss.
And I know my party with Ström will be crazy later.
We dance for hours. I don’t even know how long it’s been when the wildness in our veins becomes too much. We’re too hot; our bones are shaking with a need to get the fuck out of here—and get to fucking.
Our dragons are beyond insane for each other now as Ström tugs me towards the exit and we stumble out of the event, outrageous in our need to get it on. We don’t even make it back to the palace, but stumble out into one of the moonlit pear orchards, far enough from the party that we’re not illuminated by its crazy lights.
But it’s not too far, because we’re already all hands, hot breath, and wild eagerness. Tearing at each other’s garments in the night, we’re ripping clothes in our haste to shred everything away and get naked.
And then we are. As we’re both suddenly nude in the moonlight, Ström uses all his ridiculously wild energy to heave me up beneath my thighs, straddling him as he stands strong beneath the high moon. He thrusts me right down onto his hard, hot cock as I straddle him, my locked ankles gripping his ass.
Ström fucks me right there, standing in the moonlight. Ridiculously built, his powerful body is unimaginably strong, even though he’s a lot smaller and more slender than Bjorn.
The part of him that matters is bigger, though. Hard, thick, and long, he buries himself inside me over and over, even as we struggle to pound him all the way into me; he’s just that big.
I’m ridiculously wet from all the power, passion, andaurumrushing through my system, though, careening into him as I embrace my Second Drake in the night. As my inner dragons and his coil up now into that powerful Ouroboros they always seem to make when I’m with my drakes, our power blasts up into the midnight sky.
All at once, I’m in him, with him, and all around him, as I soar into the moonlit sky with our sex. We remain in our human forms to fuck, and fuck, and fuck, wild with each other; but our dragons unleash their power all through us now, blossoming in a shimmering wave of beautiful dark Bloodwind in the night.
Ström thrusts into me one last time, gripping his fingers into my ass, and the piercing feel of his fingers half-shifting into talons is just too much as they dig into my butt.
I’m coming. I’m coming so hard for him, as I scream and roar now with all the overtones of my dragon in my voice. Other voices are roaring through the night, as Storm Dragon duos and trios and more get it on all around us, out there in the dark.
Ström holds out as long as he can, giving me orgasm after orgasm as we fuck. With one last spasm, he finally lets loose; roaring into the night, my drake’s voice is louder than all the rest, as it concusses the orchard with all his wild power.
And then he’s falling, both of us collapsing to the sweet loam of the orchard, laughing and gregarious and wild, as we heave hard breaths in our glorious nakedness.
I can smell the scent of theaurumpears growing in their trees all around us now, heady like honey mixed with pure gold. An indescribable scent also exudes from Ström’s and my flesh, evaporating out of our pores from the beverage we ingested earlier, as it mixes with our own natural dragon-magic.
We cuddle and kiss now as he holds me on the soft grass, dotted with early summer wildflowers. As Ström rubs his lithe body against me, me on my back now in the grass with him half on top of me, I can feel his member already recovering. Hard again and wet from my juices, he slips it between my thighs, rubbing my swollen clit and labia with it, and I open for him.
Ready to do it all again—yes, please.
