Chapter Eight #2
It was a dynamic we had settled upon years ago. Whichever of us was topping—usually, but not always me—had control of decisions. It helped her shut off her brain, and I discovered I enjoyed receiving that treatment as well as giving it.
As Finnick offers her his cock, I slap her ass. She presses back and I work more of my tail up her.
I start to fuck her as she sucks his dick mindlessly. “That’s such a good slut for us. My perfect little whore, offering all her holes,” I moan. Her body feels like no one else’s has ever. Because she’s mine in a way no one else has ever been.
“You want this dragon seed?” I ask, still fucking her hard.
She nods, though she hasn’t finished yet. She knows I might delay her release, but I’d never leave her wanting. It’s not my jam.
Finn’s panting, holding himself still on his knees.
“Thrust, Finnick,” I demand. “Fuck her mouth.”
He blinks his big honey eyes at me and starts to rock his hips gently.
“Good boy,” I praise and he blushes.
“Are you going to cum?” I ask him. “Are you close?”
He nods but says nothing.
“Good. Fill her with me.”
They both groan at that.
“Five seconds,” I snarl. I use my wings to help my hips thrust harder, one thrust each second. The wind from them musses both their long hair and it’s stunning.
Finn nods.
“Three.”
I spank Ollie’s ass again.
“Now,” I thrust hard, holding her hips tight to my body, tail up her ass, as my cock jumps and spurts into her. Finn whimpers, hips stuttering. Ollie moans as she swallows.
My seed fills her cunt. I produce a lot, even when not shifted. She whimpers and shakes her hips.
Finn collapses on the bed, half-hard cock laying wetly on his belly.
“Come here,” I command.
His head lolls to look at me and he gets up, crawling over.
“Belly, star,” I say, as I slowly pull out of both her holes. She flattens onto the bed, whimpering. I roll her onto her back as I get off the bed.
“Clean her up, Finnick.”
He looks to me and back to her sopping cunt, my light blue seed dripping down to her ass.
“Shit,” he moans as he leans in, tongue out and ready. Ollie squirms in pleasure.
“Make her cum on your face, Finnick,” I purr, using my hand to work my cock, keeping it at attention.
He quickly loses himself as he licks and slurps at her pussy. I step forward and place my hand on his hip. He pauses. But after a moment he shifts his thighs and arches his back, his ass up. I grin.
“Such a good little whore for me, hmm, Finnick. Do you need to be filled too?” I murmur. I place my tail against his asshole.
He whimpers and pushes his ass up more.
“Good boy,” I say as I press into him. “Let’s open you up for my big dragon cock.” I wiggle my tail in his ass, stroking slowly. My seed is dripping from my cock. I shift it back to Fae-sized. I’m not that much of a masochist to try it with him on our first romp.
Ollie whimpers and my eyes flick to her. She’s getting close but Finn is rather distracted at the moment.
I pull my tail out and use a hand to line my wet cock up, smearing him with my seed.
I stroke myself, forcing more out to use as lubricant.
When his puckered hole is nice and slick, I press forward.
My pointed tip makes anal easier. I’ve taught more than one Fae to love being fucked up the ass with it, my Ollie included.
I slide in easily up to my ridges. I stop there and wait for his body to catch up. Ollie’s cries increase in volume.
Good, I hope those two fuckheads hear her screaming for us, I think spitefully.
I shove the rest of the way up him to his squeal. I reach under him and start to stroke him forcefully.
“Cum again,” I order, “I want your ass to milk the rest of my seed out of me. And get Ollie there too, Finnick.”
He nods, and her hands bury in his long, glossy hair.
When she screams, he moans hard, face still buried in her cunt, as his ass clamps down, his seed wetting the bed. I close my eyes as a soft orgasm takes me, my cock spitting what little I have left.
“Good little sluts,” I praise, breathless. “So fucking good for me, so biddable.”
Ollie starts to chuckle and tugs at Finn. I ease my cock out and he collapses next to her as she wraps her arms around him. I smile down at them and Finn holds out his hand.
I take it silently and let them tug me into the middle of their warm bodies, curling my wings over them both, shading us from the outside world, if only for a moment.
WHEN I TAKE THE STEPS out of the keep to the open area in the back, several servants mull around and griffons are out, each held by a leather line.
My eyes search for, and find Ollie who is wearing trousers, a blue blouse covered by a corset, and holding a big sweater.
She is also petting a griffon while holding its reins.
A tiny thread of hurt winds around my heart but I force my face blank.
“Oleander,” I say politely, as though I hadn’t just fucked her until tears ran down her face, and made Finnick drink from her cunt like the lost chalice itself, a mere hour before. Kai and Lonan are near, double checking bags. “Will you not ride me?”
She and I both grin as Lonan and Kai sputter.
“Already did, I thought, my dear,” she answers sweetly.
“Yes, well, I’m always up for another round,” I flirt.
She rolls her eyes, I think directed at Kai, who I’ve already learned is the most explosive of the group. Good, fucker.
“No, I’m riding Feather, and I’ll lead the group into one of the landing grounds of Guivre.”
I sigh internally but nod. It makes sense.
Besides, the griffons are already stamping nervously about me.
Once I shift, they will likely lose their minds.
I toss my pack higher on my shoulder and lean in and kiss her, holding her face delicately between my hands.
I press my forehead against hers for a moment.
“Meet you at home, treasure,” I whisper and spin immediately, so she doesn’t see the tears standing in my eyes.
I stride down a wooded path, needing to get away from the griffons so I can take to the air. I hear Ollie explaining it to the three of them.
Once I am well out of scenting distance, I let my body shift.
It doesn’t hurt, it feels wonderful. Like peeling off a tight piece of clothing.
My body enlarges, wings and tail grow, claws form, my markings turn to proper scales, all swirled about by tiny blue shimmering particles.
My snout emerges and I can smell everything, my eyes are altered by the shift as well, allowing me to see in both the visible spectrum and infrared.
My pack, and my trousers and cardigan, are specially made, enchantments woven into them with the skill of a specialized earth Fae seamstress, and they expand with me.
I dig my claws into the soft, dry earth, tearing up clumps as I stretch and spin in a few circles. I dip low, haunches bunching, and I throw myself into the air.
Three good flaps and I’m up. I crane my long neck and let out a small happy roar over the forest of Thistle Grove.
I turn south and head out over Misery Bay.
Lonan had resisted flying directly over the Forsaken Sea to get to Guivre.
While, given he does not have his own wings, I understood the concern, but I had scoffed nonetheless.
I had informed him that either the lion-birds were safe enough for my treasure, or they were not, regardless of the terrain they flew over. That had shut him up.
Finnick had reassured Lonan and Kai that flying over the water was no less worrisome than flying over land. And I had also convinced them that bringing any other Fae with us would only slow us down and make things harder. Ollie had backed me up and between her and Finnick, we won out.
The flight is nearly due south. The near-winter winds are whipping white caps on the sea and I dive and roll close to the water, catching sight of some whales—or whale shifters.
I flap hard, heading up, into the clouds, reveling on the feel of the cold mist upon my scales.
I take my time, so I do not get too far ahead of the griffons, nervousness for my treasure weighing heavily upon me.
I’d much rather she was upon my back than any other creature’s, but I suppose I’ve lost that right.
After a couple hours, the round basilica that is the seat of the ruling family of Guivre Shores comes into view.
It’s three very large, very dragon-sized, stories tall, and towers over most buildings of the city.
The first and second floors are open colonnades but the dragons of the royal family have a tendency to land, and conduct business, on the third floor, to which there are no stairs leading.
I don’t head directly there, as my arrival would cause a bit of a.
.. stir. Instead, I head for the eastern side of town where a landing field is located.
It’s the one located closest to our flat, and I intend to get home and light Ollie’s favorite candles and start her favorite stew.
The moment she steps inside, I want her homesick. Dragonsick.
I backdraft as I land, following the directions of the fire Fae and her flares.
My four paws touch the ground and I shake my wings out before folding them in.
As I head for the registrar, I transform as I walk.
The earth Fae eyes widen as she takes me in.
As I get closer, I pull out several gold coins.
She looks down at her large book and back up at me, a pen in her mouth.
“Vale Rowanson,” I state, tossing the coins without slowing.
“My lord, you are wanted at—”
“Of course, thank you for informing me.”
I stop as a thought hits me. I step into her personal space, allowing a smirk that I know most Fae find beguiling to cross my face. “And what is your name?”
“Alice,” she breathes, blinking her big purple eyes.