Draconess

My deep dreamless slumber is rudely interrupted by two large Mystifying cocks running me through. I wake up gasping because my ass alone is getting ripped up. Lixar’s loud laughter sounds from somewhere close by, including the sound of spit and gagging and – well, that’s because Andoll is sucking Lixar’s cock on a nearby lounge.

I’m in Torrent’s fancy fucking bedchamber and I’m getting fucked away by Torrent himself and undoubtedly Zarcar.

They’re both.

In my ass.

“Why the fu-?!” I try to start.

Torrent is below me, but Zarcar’s hand is the one that slaps roughly over my mouth.

“Good morning, whore,” Zarcar is chuckling, “What a way to wake up.”

I bite on his hand and all I taste is his blood as he keeps his palm tight and unflinching upon my lips.

Torrent has a hand on my neck, lightly caressing and then squeezing my throat. Soon, Zarcar removes his hand from my mouth, places both palms on my waist and slowly pulls my ass back, to dig deeper into my second hole with Torrent lodged in as well.

I don’t know what kind of satisfied fucked up sadistic masterful look is on the Warlord behind me, but if it’s anything like Torrent’s below me, then I was in big trouble.

“Fuck her deeper until she s-” Torrent doesn’t get to finish his request.

Zarcar pulls me almost right off and then slams me back without mercy. I almost squeal but I quickly condense it down into a single squeak.

“No –”

Zarcar just shoves my head down, hand on the nap of my neck as he fucks me fast and ruthless.

I remember fast fucking. I remember deep fucking. I remember love making.

I do not remember Zarcar being this kind of donkey cock. He wasn’t giving me a fucking inch to work with. Neither was Torrent.

My cheek is pressed into Torrent’s chest and a couple of tears run out of my eyes as I see Andoll greedily eating up Lixar’s cock while he lays reclined back, reading a book in the mean while.

“Not enough screaming!” Lixar calls out, his hazel mischievous eyes glance up at the correct time to see me – “…crying like a little bitch, are we, Chyronex?”

“Fuck you!” I scream it, attempting to claw my fingers into Torrent’s arms and trying to get back up, while they both fuck me faster and harder, totally brutal, until I’m only able to focus on my desperate and fast breaths.

I’m going to cum so fucking hard –

Zarcar grabs a fistful of my hair and yanks my head back. It’s so tight – it’s so fucking painful.

I cum squealing while Torrent and Zarcar pound me to oblivion.

I’m so loud even Andoll stops sucking dick to turn and look at me like I’ve gone crazy.

Lixar tries stroking his cock off into Andoll’s unsuspecting face, but her wide eyed look of intense worry in my direction is slowly replaced by a scowl as she senses his intent. Andoll turns and lunges, punching Lixar’s jaw and biting into his shoulder.

They start brawling, and then my chin is being handled, my head forced forward by Torrent. He wants me to look at him. To drown in my humiliation of being fucked apart by a Warlord and a King with the power to do so.

I look into Torrent’s silver judging eyes with as much fire as I can muster and –

“She’s not broken yet, Zarcar,” Torrent barks his wise assessment, “But I won’t say she’s far off from snapping… our Draconess is angry. Keep pushing her to that edge of madness. That’s a good way to be purified of rage, isn’t it, Chyronex?”

“What are you… talking… about?” I can’t believe I can manage the question when barely any part of me can move or gain traction to escape this fatal ass pounding.

“Feeling total rage while you can’t move nor escape it,” Torrent moves with laughter, he squishes my cheeks with his thumb and fingers, making me look stupid, “I know how to break any Draconess... and you’re my next target, sly whore.”

“Getting a bit cocky there, brother?” Zarcar whispers it from behind, “I don’t mind sharing Chyronex’s ass with your shaft… but she’s… my… little Draconess slut…”

Torrent doesn’t answer back, but he loses his humorous glint and his silver eyes fall flat.

“Allow me to add to this discussion.”

Not Lixar. Not Torrent. Not Zarcar.

Rey?

I can’t even look back, as Zarcar pulls my hair tighter, exposing my throat as I witness Rey waltz into view.

I forgot. He had a habit of being creepy like that.

I roll my eyes to the side to glare at him, but he’s not interested in banter.

Rey’s black hair falls in perfect waves to his waist. His Vampyre fangs are clearly visible under his top lip as he breaths in my scent, leans in and pushes any stray hairs away from my neck while standing off to the side of the bed.

Torrent and Zarcar only slow briefly to allow Rey to pause, then dive in and rip into my neck.

Fucked up ass. Fucked up throat. Fucking up my best friend. Laughing at me. Pushing me to submit. They really were going all out.

Too bad I was enjoying it.

The two fangs that pierce my neck cause a husky noise to escape my throat, and as Rey drinks my blood, Torrent and Zarcar start fucking me rough again.

As Rey pulls his fangs out of my neck, he lets me bleed out without healing the wound. Blood runs down my neck in mini rivulets, dripping warm to Torrent’s chest.

“Clean her up, Vampyre,” Torrent snarls the order at Rey, who hisses in return.

“Just a little longer… now,” Rey uses a slash of Hellfire from his hand and I scream with the sudden branding of the quickly scaring puncture wounds, “Since you asked so kindly, Torrent, I’ve obliged,” fucking mean Immortal piece of shit.

I’d be marked for life now because of that; typical antics of the Immortal Vampyre King from my memory.

Now, however, after that Hellfire was unleashed, my only female ally notices. Andoll escapes from her sex slash brutal fight with Lixar to scurry across the floor, jumping on the bed then promptly lunging over my head and barging straight into Rey.

“Die! Scum!” Andoll latches her teeth into his wrist and he shakes her to the side where I see her eyes meet mine, proud.

Little psycho.

“Sit, Andoll!” Zarcar snarls at her and uses a commanding tone. Andoll hesitates, then lets go of Rey, drops to her ass on the spot and crosses her legs, just like her arms, glaring up at Zarcar, “Good girl,” Zar approves, “Now don’t move.”

Rey shakes off his injured arm and backs up, “All the trouble I go to for a fucking Venatores,” Rey snarls at Andoll and storms off, “You still taste like shit, Chryonex!” Parting words to remember, I guess.

“My turn,” Lixar strolls over, covered in bite marks from Andoll. He hops onto the bed, standing either side of Torrent’s shoulders, “Don’t mind me, your highness!”

“You think I care? Enjoy yourself,” Torrent growls while Lixar grabs the back of my head from Zarcar and lifts my mouth up. I refuse to open my mouth so he just pinches my nose. Smart ass.

As I gasp, Lix slams his cock down my throat… and then…

…I have three cocks in my body, blood staining my chest, burn marks on my neck and… well, Andoll cheering me on from the sidelines.

“You can do it, Whore Queen!” joyous energy, Andoll claps in rhythm with Zarcar and Torrent’s fucking while occasionally firing a hiss of insults at Lixar, “…small girth for a demon… ugly son of a witch… I hope those large balls burn in Hellfire as stewed apples for the hell hounds–”

“Please, shut up, dolly,” Lixar hisses, “You’re really making this difficult –”

“I will not be quiet!”

“Be quiet,” Zarcar snarls it.

“Yes… Master,” Andoll whispers it coyly, then shuts up.

I wish I could laugh.

Instead, I’m coiling as my body prepares to squeeze down on these Mystifying cocks again in another mind-blowing orgasm. Three was just too much to handle, and I was low on blood and sustenance.

I choke on Lixar’s cock as he shoves in balls deep and cums, hard and fast straight down my throat.

It sets my body exploding, which also, finally, ends Torrent and Zarcar’s quest as well.

I struggle to swallow all of Lixar’s mess, but as quickly as I’m filled with seed – I’m unhanded.

Lixar pulls out and jumps from the bed carelessly, Zarcar pulls out of my ass and tends to Andoll, giving her pat, and Torrent… he stays. He flips me, turns me on my back and then hovers above me.

“How do you feel?” Torrent grumbles, looking for any kind of submission.

“Fuck. Off.”

Torrent slowly grabs my throat and holds me still, while glaring down at me as I smirk, “You only have one command, Chyronex. Do not leave the Uldaya Palace – or you’ll end up back in the dungeon.”

“I don’t take orders from you,” I whisper.

“Brother, allow me,” Zarcar steps forward, while Torrent refuses to move, “Tor.”

“I don’t take treason lightly, Zarcar,” Torrent snarls under his breath and I roll my eyes from Tor to Zar, to see his black orbs, full of impatience.

“She is my whore, Torrent. I’ll speak to her.”

“Regardless. I will not give her up,” Torrent murmurs, “Not until she’s tamed and disciplined to my hand.”

“Unnecessary words. I know Chyronex,” Zarcar sits on the bed while Torrent rolls off, pausing, shoulder muscles tense as he forces himself to walk away and bathe without starting an argument in front of me.

Lixar watches me over his book, smirking.

I glare back at Lix.

“Look at me,” Zarcar speaks gently.

I turn my head back to Zarcar and he hovers above, assessing my state.

“You fuck like a desperate rabbit now,” I whisper it.

Lixar snorts. I try to ignore him.

“I’ve been mostly celibate… Viperae,” Zarcar tests the word on his tongue… he likes it. As that happens, Andoll springs forward, crawls under the sheets of Torrent’s bed and disappears under, curling up like a cat. She rests her cheek on my thigh. I try to ignore her.

“What use is a Draconess that can’t leave a Palace?” I ask Zar.

“We’re not at war,” Zarcar still speaks gently, “So you’ll succumb to us.”

“For a second I thought you’d say you’d take me out to candle lit dinners and dance with me in the moonlight,” I close my eyes, smirking, “Go away, Zarcar, I need to sleep, my ass burns like hellfire.”

Zarcar does not apologise because he does not regret that fact.

It takes some time for him to reply, even as I keep my eyes closed, waiting patiently.

“Chyronex. You realise, that kind of pain is only going to get worse until you start showing respect. This is an intervention. For your own good. You’re on Uldaya arrest by the relevant… authorities, you could call us… and you’re in rehabilitation, sweetheart. You’re a bit too reckless for our liking… you understand? ”

“You mean you’ll all fuck me until I obey -?”

“Yes.”

“I understand,” I blurt it out, only rolling my eyes with my lids closed.

“I can hear your fake tone, woman.”

“…mmm… so?” I peek through slits and I see Zarcar patting Andoll’s head through the blanket. She sighs.

“Oh, Anny, stop being weird,” I laugh and Andoll growls, biting my leg, “Ow! Get out, little shit – ow!” I lurch upright as she bites harder, my forehead colliding with Zarcar’s. He grabs my panicked shoulders and holds me steady even as one eye shows pain from the sudden head smacking. Andoll scurries from the covers, hiccupping on quiet tears as she lands back in Lixar’s naked lap, curling into his chest. He pets her now, cooing stupid words while Zarcar is holding me steady, “I’m awake,” I hiss at Zarcar, “Rehabilitation my ass, Zar –”

“It’s non-negotiable, sweetheart,” Zarcar is so condescending and so smug. Argh. He knows he’s going to win, that’s why.

However…

“Speaking of non-negotiable, Zar, until you abandon Dayarexna, you and I… are not okay, do you understand?” I hiss this and Zarcar suddenly freezes, then he lets me go, standing up.

“More threats about who you choose, Chyronex? You want Torrent? You got him,” Zarcar snarls out of anger, completing missing my point. He turns and storms from the room.

I watch him leave with a fresh rage, I roll my eyes and I glance over at Lixar pursing his lips while he reads and continues to pet a snoring exhausted Andoll. They must have been fucking all throughout the night. Lucifer only knew how long I’d been fucked before I even woke up and realised it –

“Chyronex,” Torrent calls to me, stern and without emotion. I look past Lixar’s chair to the adjoining bathing chambers for Uldaya’s King. He’s standing proudly comfortable and naked by a steaming full bath tub, his cock semi-hard already, “We need to talk,” Torrent obviously heard the disagreement between Zarcar and I.

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” I whisper, unamused, scrambling out of the sheets and glancing at my bruised thigh from Andoll.

Looking up, I try to ignore Torrent’s penetrating glare of possession as he waits for me to come obediently.

Argh.

I needed a bath after that messy fuck anyway…

…and that’s the only reason I go to him now.