“Hold her still,” Zogar says, and Saxon and Tynan each hook one of their arms under my knees, holding my legs back and open, even as their other hands secure my arms against the bed.
“Your cunt is magical, my queen.” Zogar’s thick finger traces through my cleft. “So pink and wet and eager.” He circles my opening. “Perhaps too perfect to defile.”
“Please—” My plea is swallowed by Tynan’s kiss, his tongue probing and stroking, his lips nibbling and sucking, and his lemony scent envelops me.
And, as Zogar circles my throbbing opening, Saxon teases my belly and the hair below it. Then he parts the skin over my button and lightly flicks it. After fondling me with his finger, Saxon bends over to touch me there with his tongue.
“Ah!” I cry into Tynan’s mouth, and he moves a hand to my breast, softly needing before pulling my nipple to a sharp point.
All three of them continue to tease me, to play with me, and I’m almost about to scream for what I need, when one of Zogar’s thick fingers finally slides inside me. My head arches back, and I lose Tynan’s lips.
As he looks into my eyes, Tynan’s arm cradles my head. “Look at you, Rose. Look how well you’re staying still while you take a dragon’s big finger, and the lashing of a stag’s tongue.”
I smile up at him, and he presses light kisses all over my face as Zogar gently probes me, and Saxon softly flicks my button with his tongue.
“Are you ready for a cock, my Rose?” Tynan asks me.
I nod.
“Are you sure your cunt feels ready for a cock?” he asks. “Do you think you can handle that?” His tone is joking, teasing, but he looks into my eyes with concern. Only Tynan knows what happened between us last night.
“Oh, yes. Please.” I moan as Zogar’s finger thrusts more vigorously, and Saxon sucks on my nub.
“Please. Yes. Oh!”
The men shift positions quickly, and before I’m fully aware of their actions, my head is resting on one of Zogar’s thighs, Saxon is kissing my breasts, and Tynan is kneeling between my legs.
Tynan softly kisses my sex, then tongues my nub for so many delicious minutes, I lose track of what’s going on, but then he stretches out over me and drives his long rod deep inside.
I shudder at the pleasure of the sudden impact. Last night, in front of those mistresses, I had to pretend Tynan was hurting me, and while all that deep and vigorous penetration last night felt good, it was nothing compared to what I’m experiencing right now.
Gazing deeply into Tynan’s eyes, I see the pleasure and love that he’s feeling, even as he remains completely still, buried deeply inside me.
He starts to move, slow and easy, very restrained, but I feel the impact of each stroke as it drags along sensitive places and strikes deep inside.
Holding my head on his thigh, Zogar plays with my hair and caresses my throat, all while Saxon strokes my breasts, my belly, my collarbones.
Tynan’s face turns redder, his veins rise. He’s holding back. I’m about to tell him to go harder and faster, but he breaks eye contact. Within seconds, he pulls out and switches places with Saxon.
Saxon presses one hand low against my belly as he positions his cock.
“Ready?” Gold and lust flash in Saxon’s expressive brown eyes.
Gasping, I nod, and he slides the top few finger widths of his thick length inside me. My breath shudders, and Saxon holds my gaze, as Zogar strokes my face to soothe me.
Saxon bends one of my legs further back toward my chest, and then he thrusts deeply.
“Oh, ma chérie. You are so hot. So wet. So tight.” Slowly, he pumps firmly into me, pulling nearly out each time.
My channel squeezes shut when he pulls back, only to be stretched open when he pushes forward. Over and over my body yields and stretches, holding on to him each time as long as it can, and I stare deeply into his eyes as my pleasure rises. Everything else around us disappears.
I’m close. I’m so close. Tynan’s finger lands on my button to rub, and I reach the height of my pleasure. Crying out, I’m unable to catch a single true breath. My body shudders and shakes, as my cunt contracts around Saxon, and intense pleasure builds on his face.
But he pulls out before his seed shoots, and he breathes heavily as he strokes my legs and looks into my eyes.
“Do you think your tiny cunny can take a dragon’s cock?” Tynan asks, drawing my gaze to him.
Nodding, I grin, and then look up toward Zogar, still holding my head on his lap.
