Two dragon kings buried inside her to the hilt.
Sol couldn't breathe. Couldn't think. Could only feel—the fire of Korin pulsing in her core, the frost of Pyrran throbbing in her depths, both of them stretching her so completely that she could feel them pressing against each other through the thin wall of flesh that separated them.
"Please," she sobbed. "Please move, please, I can't—I need—"
"What do you need, little queen?" Korin's voice was strained, his body trembling with the effort of holding still. "Tell us."
"Pleasure me." The words tore from her throat. "Both of you. Pleasure me until I break."
They obeyed.
The first synchronized thrust drove the air from her lungs. They pulled back together—Korin's ridged cock dragging against her fluttering walls, Pyrran's smooth length sliding against her clenching passage—and then slammed home at the exact same moment.
Sol screamed.
Not in pain.
Indevastation.
They set a brutal pace—perfect unison, perfect rhythm, perfect destruction. Every thrust drove her higher. Every withdrawal left her keening with loss. She was nothing but sensation, nothing but the place where fire met ice, nothing but the vessel for their claiming.
"Yes," Korin snarled against her neck, his teeth grazing her scales. "Take us. Take all of us."
"You belong to us now." Pyrran's voice was fracturing, losing its cold control. "Every hole. Every scale. Every thought.Ours."
Sol's claws raked through clouds that bled starlight. Her tail thrashed. Her wings beat uselessly as they pinned her between them andtookandtookandtook.
The pleasure was building—a tsunami gathering force on the horizon, growing larger with every thrust. She couldfeel it coming. Could feel herself hurtling toward something enormous, terrifying, and inevitable.
"I'm going to—" she gasped. "I can't—it's too much—"
"Let go." Korin's thrusts grew savage, his cock swelling even larger inside her. "Come for your kings, little queen."
"Shatter for us." Pyrran slammed into her so deep she saw stars. "Let us feel you fall apart."
And then Sol came with a roar that cracked the dream-sky into a thousand glittering pieces.
Ice exploded from her jaws in torrents. Her inner walls clamped down on Korin's fire-hot cock with crushing force, milking him in desperate, rhythmic waves. Her other passage squeezed Pyrran's frost-cool length just as fiercely, pulling him deeper, demanding his release.
The orgasm didn't crest and fade.
Itrolled.
Wave after wave of devastating pleasure crashed through her, each one triggered by their continued thrusting, each one more intense than the last. She was sobbing, roaring, clawing at the dream-sky as her body convulsed between them.
"Coming," Korin snarled, and the word was a warning and a promise. His cock pulsed once, twice—and then erupted.
Liquid fire flooded her core.
Sol screamed at the heat of it—not burning, butclaiming, marking her from the inside with flames that seared into her very soul. She could feel his seed filling her, impossibly hot, impossiblymuch, painting her inner walls with molten gold.
Pyrran followed seconds later.
His silent roar vibrated through her spine as his cock jerked inside her tightest passage. Frost-cold seed spilled into her depths, filling her with silver light that spread through her veins like moonbeams through water, mixing with Korin's fire somewhere deep inside her.
The combined sensation—fire and ice, gold and silver,both of themfilling her at once—triggered another orgasm.
And another.
