Dragon Twins Bride

He tasted so good, so salty, but he was also way too big for her mouth.

“Breathe,” Olivier told her. “Just breathe.”

She tried to breathe around his cock, but she felt like she didn’t have any room.

Olivier’s hands were in her hair now as he slid even deeper into her mouth. Her head was held in place by the mattress and all she could see was Olivier above her.

He began to withdraw, and she thought that he was letting her breathe. But he was soon pushing himself right back into her mouth, filling up every available inch and then some. She sucked on him the best that she could, trying to taste his essence with her tongue, but he kept pulling out.

She got frustrated enough to pull his hips with her hands, pulling him towards her as hard as she could.

“You want more?” Olivier pushed into her as deep as she could go. She felt him touching her throat.

Now his hands were on the mattress. He ground into her mouth again and again. She tasted a shot of precome, and then she felt his seed coming out in several pulses, filling her mouth. She swallowed as much as she could.

And then Olivier was done and pulling out of her mouth. Phuong caught her breath then, her eyes closed from the intensity of giving oral while on the bottom.

“You aren’t done yet, my dear.” While Olivier had ridden her face, Gahariet had slowly been loving her below.

But now that his brother was off of her, he pulled her thighs even wider.

“Are you ready, darling? Do you want it?”

“Yes,” she moaned.

He slid inside of her.

“Perfect fit,” Gahariet said. “You’re our perfect mate.”

“Oh,” Phuong said, her head tilted back. “Big.”

“So tight,” he praised. He pulled her legs over his shoulders as he began to piledrive inside of her body, taking her hard enough to hit the headboard against the wall over and over again.

Phuong felt like she was in a turbulent storm. She couldn’t hear or see anything while she was this close to an orgasm. She cried out as her body pulled her over the edge and she free-fell into oblivion.

She was distantly aware that Gahariet was loving her even harder now, until he grunted and spilled himself inside of her body, filling her up.

Then he got off of her. She was still struggling to breathe after her orgasm.

“Do you feel warm?” Olivier asked, as if that had been the main point of their loving. His hand traced over the curve of one soft breast before going down to her waist.

“Very,” Phuong told him. She leaned over and bit his shoulder gently. “Thank you.”

Gahariet was behind her. He positioned himself so that he was spooning her from behind while Olivier was right in front of Phuong.

“Rest,” Gahariet commanded. “You’ve had a big day, and your body isn’t done with the transition.”

Phuong could have protested, but she was getting sleepy after they had gotten wild.

She couldn’t stay awake any longer and drifted off.

35

Seer’s Visit

Gahariet

Gahariet woke up when somebody knocked on Phuong’s door. He looked at the discarded clothing on the floor, which was still wet. He grimaced. He went to Phuong’s closet and grabbed her dressing robe. The Draka didn’t mind nudity, but their Yore servants sometimes did.