A Throne of Ruin (Deliciously Dark Fairytales 2)

He held us tightly as he gave one last hard thrust. She cried out, squeezing our eyes shut against the pain.

“There you go,” he cooed, pulling us away from the tree and lowering to the ground. He sat, firmly lodged within us and cradling us on his lap, our legs to either side. He held our face in his hands, gazing into our eyes. “Are you ready?”

My animal purred and rolled in anticipation, and suddenly I knew what he meant. He was asking if she was ready to be claimed by the dragon.

No, no, no, no! I shouted at her. I clawed at her, trying to yank her away. Trying to stop it.

A smile curled his lips. “The man does not want us to do this, my princess. What do you think?”

“Neither does the woman. Very short-sighted, then, to leave us in charge of their skin…”

Nyfain—the dragon—laughed darkly. “Yes, I think you’re right. But I do not wish to break her trust in you. You are newly experiencing each other in troubled times. It would be wrong to damage your soul-bond as it is forming. Besides, it will be much more explosive when they agree to it as well. Maybe we’ll wait until they are further along. We have extended the soul-bond into the foursome. That is enough for now, don’t you agree?”

She made a disgruntled sound, and he nuzzled our neck. He kissed and sucked gently, tickling and enticing, working her back into a good mood and me into some sort of fervor I didn’t understand. Our body was so hot that I could barely stand it. Our pulse raced, shared with Nyfain and his dragon. The strong connection in our chest—apparently that was the soul-bond—pumped power and euphoria and pleasure, making me want to smile so big it cracked my face. His cock burned within us but in the best of ways, deep and raw and consuming.

“You are mine,” the dragon told us. “Nothing will change that. The two legs will come around. They’ll have to. I’ll want to be in you every chance I get, and I’ll force the issue if the man won’t agree.”

She made a pleased sound, and he kissed us, deepening it until it stole all our focus and made the world drop away around us.

“How is the ache?” he asked. “Subdued? It is taking all my power to keep from pounding into that tight little cunt.”

“Since you won’t claim me…” She rose slowly, dragging his cock out of our pussy and wrapping our arms around his shoulders. He shuddered and groaned, his hands splayed across our back. “Does that mean I can join the sex parties and fuck everyone in the castle?”

He yanked our hair and thrust upward from the ground, banging that cock back fully inside of us before dragging us back down to sit firmly on his lap again. The tightness sent shivering pleasure racing across our heated flesh. Our eyes fluttered closed, and she moaned.

“Only if you want a trail of dead bodies in your wake.”

“Hmm,” she said with pleasure, and I was torn between wanting to claw my control back so they wouldn’t keep inciting each other and doing nothing so that they would keep inciting each other. It felt fucking amazing having him inside of me. It felt better than I could’ve possibly (and had) imagined.

She moved our hips in a circle and then lowered back down, grinding down onto him. Back up, nice and slow, and down, working him in until all the ache was gone.

He leaned back on his hands, eyes closed, breathing deeply.

“What are you doing?” Our voice was husky.

“I am hanging on to every spare shred of control that I possess while you play and get comfortable. It is not easy. You feel so good, my princess. So good. I have been waiting my whole life for you. Use me. Use me however you want. Take what you need from me. I will stay strong until you are ready to get destroyed by my cock.”

She smiled with his rough words, liking it. Liking how he mixed sex with violence, violence with gentle words and pet names. It was like his torso, cut up with scars and inked with tattoos. It didn’t diminish the perfectly sculpted abs and mouth-watering pecs. If anything, it made the whole package hotter.

She traced a nipple with our thumb and slowly rose, our body loose and tight at the same time. Coiling but languid. New points of pleasure sparked and then soaked in, building. Ever building, but slowly. Thankfully, my animal had listened to me, and she was warming us up. Or maybe she realized with the first thrust that we weren’t ready to be pounded yet. We weren’t ready to let the alpha out of his cage and see what destruction he could do. After he was done, I knew we’d be sore as fuck for a while. We needed to do the delicate work now.