She’s small, delicate, and still new to this bond, but she’s also a queen and a dragon’s mate, made specifically for us. Her true nature is revealing itself, as much a surprise to heras it is a delight to us.
Ronyn leans down to kiss her deeply while I trail soft kisses along her throat. Her skin tastes like silver fire, honey, and salt, with new magic woven through her blood. My scales gleam, catching the golden glow as my restraint slips.
I let a few claws extend.
Her gasp when I drag one lightly down her belly is divine.
“Careful,” Ronyn growls at me, though his grin is savage.
“She likes it,” I murmur against her neck. “She’s made of fire, and we’re going to feed it.”
Her legs fall open in a wordless invitation.
Ronyn settles between them, his shoulders wide and shadowed by huge scarlet wings. I kneel behind her, lifting her gently so her back presses to my chest. My cock rubs between her cheeks, hard, ridged, and already slick with readiness. Grasping her jaw with one hand, I turn her face so I can kiss her.
“Aura,” I whisper between kisses. “It’s like a dream to hold you in my arms.”
“Darial.” She touches my cheek, and I close my eyes, relishing her delicate caress.
Ronyn presses kisses to her belly and breasts, flicking his forked tongue over her nipples as she squirms against me. I keep her steady with firm hands on her waist, letting her grow accustomed to every inch of me. My cock slides against her skin, leaking heat and magic, and I whisper praise into her ear as Ronyn works.
“You take us so well, my brave girl. So fucking beautiful.”
“She’s sweet as honey,” Ronyn mutters between licks. “Tastes like nectar. We’re going to keep you wet andbegging for hours, pretty girl.”
Her thighs tremble in response.
I angle her slightly, so she’s straddling my lap, facing me. My cock nestles under her, parting her pretty pussy lips. Ronyn drags a finger over her entrance.
“She’s ready,” he growls.
I nod.
“You first,” I say. “I want to watch you take her apart.”
Ronyn’s grin is feral. He rises, lines himself up, and presses in.
Aura cries out at the sheer stretch of accommodating Ronyn’s thick, veined, ridged cock.
He rocks into her slowly, and I speak softly in her ear, “That’s it, love. Take him. You were made for this.”
“He’s so big—” she moans, grasping my arms, but she’s shifting her hips, rubbing her swollen clit over the ridges of my cock, seeking the friction she craves.
“You’ll feel me soon,” I promise, kissing the edge of her jaw. “But let him open you first.”
I meet Ronyn’s eyes over Aura’s shoulder, and he nods. I shift until scales cover my chest, and my tail emerges from my lower spine. It swings around as I pull Aura to me, so her ass is perfectly presented. Ronyn spits on the end of my tail, letting some fall over Aura’s little hole. She shudders at the tingling sensation, and I clasp her face between my hands. “I’m going to get you ready so you can take me too.” She twists until she’s looking over her shoulder, noticing my tail, poised and ready.
“It’s okay,” I croon. “It’ll feel good. Trust me. I’ll make it feel good.”
“I’ve never—.” Her eyes blaze with uncertainty, but she stiffens her spine and kisses me, as though she wants to getlost in pleasure and forget everything else.
“Ready?” I ask, clasping her face and forcing her to look at me. She nods, and then laughs, surprised at her own confidence.
“I think you’ve infiltrated my brain and turned me into a different person,” she says.
“I think you’re finding yourself in our arms,” I reassure her.
While Ronyn is setting a brutal rhythm, I use the slick tip of my tail to probe her tight little hole. It flutters, resisting pressure at first, so tight that it seems impossible to breach, but I keep pushing until the tight ring of muscle softens.
