3. The Seven - Hello, Dragon
Aleiraah
Bazrosh’s silver eyes trace every movement as Zien slowly lowers me on his jutting cock.
Revelling in the heat of his gaze, I lace my arms behind Zien’s neck, arching my breasts. Zien groans as I clench around his length involuntarily.
“Look at her preening, Baz. Are you ready to strangle my cock, Love?” He squeezes my breast as my lips part on a gasp. “I just gave her a love tap and she gushed so hard. You missed it.”
“I didn’t.” Baz says with a smirk. “A sight for sore eyes as always, my little Starling”
Yes, I was his little Starling.
When we first met in the Draga kingdom a century ago, I was exploring amethyst caves filled with beautiful stalactites and found a huge sleeping dragon.
An unexpected storm forced me to take shelter inside.
My first close encounter with a dragon in his true form was breathtaking—one thing led to another, and I fell for him.
Bazrosh Emberfang, leader of the Emberfang dragon flight, likened me to the shining midnight stars he gazes at while soaring. Since then, he’s lovingly called me his little Starling.
Baz stalks toward me, all sleek lines and controlled power.
As the light strikes, iridescent scales shimmer along his temples and high cheekbones, making him look ethereal.
With his long silver hair in a messy bun and the wire-rimmed glasses he wears to read ancient tomes, he’s a walking wet dream.
Half the time I end up jumping his bones for a hard hot fuck, unable to resist.
“Have you been bad, Starling?” He holds my chin between his thumb and forefinger. I stick out my tongue and give his thumb a quick lick.
He huffs out a laugh. “Looks like my Starling wants to play, hmm?”
His smoky voice does things to me I can’t explain. Baz rubs his thumb against my plush bottom lip and I suck it slowly, making his breath hitch. I grind against Zien’s cock as he says, “Where do you want me, Starling? Inside your mouth? Pussy? Or…?”
My pussy clenches hard and Zien groans again.
My silence sparks a wicked gleam in Baz’s eyes. “Well, since you didn't answer, I get to decide. Zien, fuck her slowly, I want her mouth.”
Zien grunts and starts pumping his cock into me with shallow thrusts, while Baz threads his fingers in my hair and winds it around his fist once, twice, thrice. He crushes my lips with his and plucks my right nipple hard between his slim fingers. I can’t help but moan.
“Oh fuck!” Zien cries out hoarsely. “You are clenching me so hard, Love! Twist it, Baz.”
Baz rolls my nipple between his thumb and forefinger then twists it slightly, making me arch some more. Giving a lingering suck to my tongue he licks the seam of my lips. I clutch at his flowing white shirt, wanting to deepen the kiss.
“Uh-uh. You will take what I give you, Starling.”
It’s difficult to focus on my need for him with the way Zien keeps switching the pace of his thrusts. Every slow glide of his cock hits a spot inside that makes me pulse around his shaft. And when he slams into me faster, my skin heats up, slit dripping with my own release.
Just as I find the will to snark at Baz, he starts to untie his breeches, his cock already making a hard impression against the black leather. Too impatient with his snail’s pace, I bat his hands away. Once I’ve helped him undo the ties faster, his dual schlongs spring forth to say hi and I grin.
Yes! Dragons and their dual cocks. A girl can dream and have it all.
“Impatient are we?” Baz laughs and Zien rotates his hips, ramming against the sweet spot, that makes me whimper in pleasure.
Damnation and dual dicks! I’m not a whimpering maiden that these two have reduced me to!
“I want you in my mouth, now. You better hurry, or go back to your dusty tomes! See if they make you come.” I lift my nose haughtily and hear four different huffs of silent laughter as I cross my arms over my chest.
Zien chooses that moment to thrust hard and I topple forward right onto Baz’s twin dicks with an “oof”.
“Perfect landing, Starling.” Baz praises with a cocky smile. I look up at him, swirling my tongue around the head of his slightly longer shaft. The bottom one can wait.
Baz grabs hold of my hair and stuffs my mouth full of delicious cock just as I take the head deeper into my mouth.
I gag at first, but then, swallow around him, making Baz groan. “Look at you Starling, taking us so well. Faster, Zien.”
Zien pulls me back by my waist so I am bent forward, as he rams into me like a vampire lost to bloodlust. I cry out and Baz takes that opportunity to stuff both his dicks into my mouth.
I can barely breathe but Baz slips his thumbs inside the corners of my lips stretching my cheeks, using me for his pleasure.
Giving him a glare, I manage to side-eye my furry baes, who are enjoying the show while grooming their fur.
Sadists! Who am I kidding? I am loving this too. Ah…nothing quite like getting railed from both the ends.
“Going to fill you up, Love.” Zien’s grip on my hips tighten with bruising force as he comes inside me with a yell.
I feel the energy from his release rush within my veins as he pinches my clit at the same time.
Baz’s thrusts grow savage, leaving my jaw and throat aching.
I’m already coming hard when he grips my hair tighter, and smooshes my face against his groin, as he gushes down my throat with a quiet grunt.
My nails dig deeper into Baz’s thighs where I am holding onto him, as I shiver from my climax.
Warm, sweet cum spills from the corner of my lips but I gulp down as much as I can. It’s ambrosia for a succubus.
Baz pulls out, and unsuccessfully tries to tuck himself into his breeches.
A few huffs later he lets his cocks hang free and lifts me off Zien’s cock, who’s still breathing hard.
He drapes me sideways on his thighs and settles on the sofa again, my butt snug against his groin.
Their essence drips from my lips and pussy.
I feel sticky, my hair probably resembling a phoenix’s nest, but I am brimming with energy.
Baz and Zien look a little worse for the wear, and I feel a twinge of guilt for wrecking them. Since they aren’t incubi, I can’t boost them in return as is the norm in a succubus-incubus relationship.
It had me worried when I agreed to marry the seven as none of them were incubi. But they reasoned that with seven partners, my nourishment wouldn’t fall too heavily on any one of them—and that I’d be fully satisfied.
“Are you okay, Starling?” Baz sifts his fingers through my hair, trying to bring it under control.
Good luck with that. My wild hair has a life of its own.
Zien strokes my ankles and cups my pussy tenderly. “Are you sore, Love? Azael should be home soon, he can heal any lingering aches.”
Shaking my head, I channel my magic to places that are slightly sore. Within moments I’m good as new. “I got it. You both gave me quite a boost. I wish I could return the favor.”
“The intent was to help you relax, Love.” Zien pushes his dripping cum back inside my pussy and I spread my legs wider giving him better access.
“You know we love taking care of you. Don’t worry about boosting our energy. We have enough.” Baz says in his steady, unruffled manner, squeezing me affectionately.
“It still feels like I’m the one always receiving everything,” the confession pours out of me. “You all give so much of yourselves to me so freely and I just...take.” I glance away.
“Do you need another love tap, Aleiraah?” Zien deadpans and I stick out my tongue at him playfully.
Baz wears a serious look unlike Zien who is smirking. “Never think like that, Starling. We all adore you. And we’ll always be there to care for you. We might not be constantly mind-linked like some fated mates, but surely you can feel our love?” He asks earnestly.
Silas and Archie who had dozed off for a while, also bob their heads, ears perked up.
I can’t help but ruffle their furs a bit, and then gently rub my knuckles across Baz and Zien’s lean cheek and angular jaw. Zien has the shadow of a stubble forming while Baz’s skin is smooth like fine parchment. Both heartbreakingly handsome.
“I do. And I couldn’t love you all more than I already do.” A sigh escapes my lips as Zien rubs my feet and Baz supports my back in the crook of his arm. “But I can’t help thinking that there will come a day when you all might feel like you can’t give more of yourself.”
“Hush now, Love. That day would never see the light of the dawn.” My poetic vampire says with such confidence that I am comforted by his conviction.