Bride of Dragons (The Dragon's Virgin Tribute) (3 page)

They touched her. A hand on her ankle, pulling at the hem of her dress. Picking up the ends of her hair. Three pairs of hands.

Vaermax unfastened her belt and pulled it away, bending close and looking into her eyes as he did so. Ylissa could feel her chest heaving with her halting, trembling breaths. There was something about him that made her unable to look away. He had that same little half-smile, as though he knew something she didn't. She found it annoyed her. What could possibly be amusing about this situation?

She tried to muster up a glare, but it was hard while so distracted. She shivered as a hand ran up her leg, drawing up the flimsy fabric of her dress. Fingers stroked her bare thigh, and trailed over the curve of her hip. A claw traced a fine line over her shoulder, her jaw.

Vaermax drew her focus back to him, leaning over her. Slowly, he reached out and put a claw under her chin, tilting her jaw up as though to get a better look at her face. His eyes glowed with desire.

It was impossible to tell who was touching her where. Someone was on the bed, next to her. A dragon aroused in anger or lust grew three times hotter than usual. Even Ylissa would wake up burning, longing for someone to touch her, to love her. She felt all three of them radiating heat now.

There was a tearing sound, and started in alarm. Looking down, she saw that the Prince stood over her, the torn hem of her dress in his hands. Her eyes widened as she glanced downward, her gaze drawn over his smooth brown skin with its dancing designs, to the dark patch of hair below his belly. His manhood stood erect, pointing straight ahead. It was huge, and Ylissa felt a pang of fear.

He ripped the fabric as she watched, slowly, as though relishing the task. Watching as the tear traveled up the center of the dress, revealing her body bit by bit. Her bare legs, then the bare mound of her sex. She pulled her legs up in a vain effort to shield herself, but he knelt on the edge of the bed and gently held her still. With one last movement he tore the remaining cloth open, revealing her high, full breasts.

Vaermax bent his head and pressed his lips to hers, demanding her attention again. He smelled of smoke, and his lips were soft and warm.

Hands reached around her to cup one breast, and Ylissa gasped aloud as fingers rasped over her nipples. When her lips opened, Vaermax slipped his tongue inside. His hand slid around her jaw, holding her helpless as he ravished her mouth. His tongue was long and forked, and skilful. He brushed it over hers; teased her lips, withdrawing, returning.

It was as though some trance had come over her. The sensation of hands all over her, stroking and teasing her flesh, was overwhelming. Ylissa was unable to move. She swayed in their grasp. Her nipples had hardened, and turned unbelievably sensitive. Her heart hadn't slowed its frantic rhythm.

Lord Thress was the one laying next to her. When Vaermax broke their kiss and moved away, leaving her breathless, Thress bent over her and placed a kiss on her neck. His hard manhood pressed against her hip as he sucked and nibbled on her neck, below her ear. He was burning hot, but his mouth left trails of moisture that cooled as he breathed on her skin.

Hands stroked every inch of her exposed skin. Someone was caressing up her leg, claws gently raking over her knee, her inner thigh.

Thress slid a hand over her stomach and under her hip, pulling her body to face him. He cupped her ass, squeeze her flesh, making a guttural sound of approval. She felt his cock throb, pressed up against her.

Fingers crept up her thigh. The anonymous hands forced her legs slightly apart. She hadn't known she'd been squeezing them together. Softly, barely touching, a finger traced over her sex. She shuddered with the sudden, unbidden pleasure, and the realization that she was wet there.

Someone stood next to the bed, on her other side. They leaned over her and pulled her hair to one side, and put a hot mouth on the back of her neck.

The hand between her legs continued to explore. She gasped aloud as the questing fingers dipped into her folds. They slid easily over her slick skin. Traced her juices over her inner thigh.

"Why have they tied her to the bed?" murmured the Prince. It was he who kissed her neck from behind, his long hair brushing her skin. “We should unchain her.” 

Lord Thress chuckled softly. “Hmm, I don't know,” he said, giving her ass a cruel squeeze. “I like her like this.”

“It is not for her restraint,” Vaermax answered. “But our protection.” Ylissa realized it was his fingers that explored her. She felt her face heat in a blush. His words registered somewhere in the back of her mind.
Their protection
?

The Prince shrugged, as if it was nothing to him. He looked down at Ylissa, his hungry eyes glowing. “I think she is ready for us."

The reality of the situation suddenly struck anew. Panic gripped her, and tears stung her eyes.

Not knowing what she was doing, she squirmed, turning over and trying to struggle away.

She heard Thress growl. He grabbed her, and dragged her backwards. Her hands grasped uselessly at the blankets, the chains rattling.

His impossibly strong arms held her firm, up against him. His erect manhood pressed against her ass. "Be good, now." He snarled, and rocked his hips, grinding his cock against her.

"Be calm," Vaermax added. "It will not be so bad for you."

She had her eyes closed, and now she opened them. The Prince was in front of her, while Thress held her from behind. When she looked at the Prince, he stood up straight, and as she watched he took his huge phallus in his hand and began to stroke it. It was right in front of her - inches from her mouth - and she couldn't help but watch in breathless fascination.

A few moments later, she startled as she felt a tongue on her thigh. A dexterous, forked tongue. Without preamble, it flicked over her sex, tasting her. She heard Vaermax's deep hum of delight. Shocked, she jerked her hips, but the men held her tight, and strong hands forced her thighs open. The tongue withdrew, and then came back, lapping at her slit, exploring all her secret places.

Her eyes were fixed on the exotic Prince as he pumped his cock in his fist. His gaze roamed over her naked body, her arching breasts and their tight nipples, the curve of her hip. His hand moved in slow strokes, watching as Vaermax explored her with his tongue, evidently enjoying the sight of Ylissa naked, chained and violated.

Vaermax's claws dug into her thighs, causing little pinpricks of pain. Unable to move, she was at the mercy of his ravenous tongue. She was hot, her sex wet and swollen. Her inability to move as he toyed with her somehow added to the thrill as he licked and circled. Thress' hands roaming her body, squeezing her breasts - the points of pleasure all over her body combined to be overwhelming. She lay mesmerized, breath ragged, her body arching and hips moving of their own accord.

Vaermax probed her virgin entrance with his tongue, then slipped it inside her. She gasped, her hips bucking as the tongue flicked against her inner walls, snaking deep, and causing her to shudder in unwilling pleasure.

"I think she is ready for us." The chilling voice of Lord Thress spoke close to her ear. He pinched her nipple, and Ylissa gasped. It hurt, but in a strange way that was pleasurable as well as painful.

"We will take her in order of rank." The Prince's deep voice was hoarse with desire, and his breath was coming fast. Ylissa looked at him, her eyes drawn to his hand, still stroking his member. It was slick with fluid, huge and veined, the swollen head thrusting out of his tight grip. He looked at her like a predator watches prey.

Vaermax lifted his mouth off her. "Good idea." He said, stroking her thigh almost tenderly.

She felt Thress' shrug. He got up, and Ylissa cried out as he grabbed her and yanked her up, positioning her on her hands and knees on the bed, holding her so she could not get away.

The men changed positions. Thress moved away as the Prince took his place behind her. He took her in his huge hands, making a made a low sound of pleasure as he stroked her body. He pulled her up to kneel and cupped his hands around her breasts.

His fingers worked a skilful dance, teasing her nipples. Circling, lightly, then rasping. Pinching, pulling until she gasped with pleasure-pain. He chuckled, and bent to kiss her neck as his hands roamed all over her. Then he pushed her back down to her hands and knees.

He was bent over her, his body close to hers. She could feel how strong he was, the strength in his hard body. He murmured something close to her ear, something in another language that she could not understand.

She felt his cock, suddenly pressing against her sex, directed by his hand. She whimpered, expecting him to take her then, terrified of that huge organ that would surely split her in two. But he only slid it against her, moving it up and down her slit as he sighed with pleasure.

Ylissa gasped as he manipulated her, his cock moving against her slick flesh. Tremors of pleasure rippled through her as its head slid over that little, sensitive nub she did not know the name of. She had never felt something so intense as this blissful friction.

It felt as though he were teasing her, taking his time, making her shiver and whimper. She cursed him silently, cursed her own traitorous body, hating him even as she wanted him. She rocked her hips and moaned.

She felt his cock pushing at her entrance, and this time he gave no warning; he thrust inside her as though unable to wait any longer.

Ylissa felt searing pain. She cried out, and bucked her body. But hands held her still - three pairs of hands. The Prince did not stop. He moaned in pleasure, grinding his hips against hers as he hilted himself deep inside her.

Tears stung Ylissa's eyes. Then he withdrew, and the pain receded; returned as he filled her again. He was oblivious to her discomfort, thrusting again, and again, moving faster, his hands gripping her hips. His huge member stretched her, filled her completely.

But the pain was less and less with each movement, and suddenly she felt her pleasure mounting again. The Prince seemed to give no more concern to her pleasure than to her pain, only continued to steadily pump in and out. His breath grew ragged and he between his moans he murmured words she could not understand.

A hand reached out for her, cupping her jaw and tilting her head. She opened her eyes, hair hanging in front of her face. Thress was there, his cock in his hand, slick and throbbing. Without a word he pressed it to her mouth.

She did not know what he wanted, but he forced it between her open lips. "Suck." He said, his steely eyes on hers.

Ylissa opened her lips wide to take in Thress' member. He was not as large as the Prince, but thick enough that she had trouble stretching her mouth around him. She moaned, rocked by the Prince's thrusts, unwilling bliss taking her over. Thress pumped his hips slightly, directing his cock as she did her best to contain him in her mouth. He grabbed her by the back of the head, fingers tangling in her hair, and forced her to take him deeper.

The three of them rocked together. The Prince pounded into her, moving faster and faster. Ylissa moaned around Thress' cock, and he threw his head back in pleasure. Instinctively she lapped at him, her wet tongue exploring his throbbing phallus. Her every movement caused him to make sounds of pleasure.

The moans from the two men set off something primal in her. Ylissa's body responded to it without her mind's consent. Her hands clutched and clawed at the mattress under her, her body taut and thrumming with pleasure. There was a light feeling in her chest, that just kept rising and rising. It was building to something, but what she did not know - only that she wanted it to continue.

Suddenly, the Prince let out a loud groan. He clutched her hard, and began to move erratically, his hips pounding against hers. He tensed, pressed hard against her and deep inside her. He roared. His body shuddered, and Ylissa felt his cock throb and spasm as his hot fluid jetted into her, coating her inner walls.

He thrust once more, twice, spending more of his seed inside her. Then she felt him relax, and slow his movements. Finally, he withdrew from her.

Ylissa whimpered, moving her mouth away from Thress' organ. She felt empty, and terribly unfulfilled. Her body ached for more - was right there on the edge of something. She needed more.

But he let her go, and weakly, she collapsed on the bed. Hands took hold of her, and gently rolled her over. Vaermax settled next to her. He smiled, and bent to kiss her, claiming her open lips as he brought a hand up to stroke her body. She closed her eyes, melting into his touch.

Thress grabbed her legs, and wrenched them open. She felt the cool air on her thighs, as the Prince's seed leaked out of her. She opened her eyes and tried to look down, but Vaermax grabbed her jaw again and made her look at him instead.

He was close, very close, his dark eyes locked on hers, that half-smile turning up the corner of his full lips. He kissed her again.

She gasped into Vaermax's mouth as Thress grabbed her, his hands coming under her to cup her ass. Then she felt him press against her sex, the tip of his cock at her slippery entrance. He didn't wait, but slid inside her in one quick thrust.

She felt pain, but it was faint and far away. Thress lifted her hips slightly as he moved, pressing his body over hers, rocking against her as he filled her. His claws dug into her skin. "So... wet," he growled.

Her body quickly reacted, as though it had been in a state of waiting. Immediately she was seized by intense pleasure. She moaned again, her tongue wrapped with Vaermax's, his mouth firmly against hers. Then for a moment, Vaermax broke away. His lips lingered on hers, and he spoke to her, so close that only she could hear. "Not yet." He said. "Not yet." He stroked her jaw with the tip of one claw. He trailed it down over her collarbone. She stared at his lips, uncomprehending.

Thress made an animal grunt. He thrust wildly, holding her legs higher and pushing more of his weight down on her. His organ reached further inside her, hitting some deep place that threatened to overwhelm her with sensation. Ylissa whimpered as he grabbed her breasts, mauling them in his palms as he fucked her.