89. Dragons Do This #2
Our hips grind against the nest. My cock slides against his in slick drags over the soaked silk. Every thrust of his fingers makes her walls clamp down, and the taste of her slick flooding our tongue is pushing me right to the edge.
I’m going to come if you don’t stop, I groan. Her taste is driving me crazy.
Ashán lifts our mouth just enough to speak, his breath hot against her swollen, dripping core. “Sweetheart. Angel of mine. Light of my life,” he hums, fingers still pumping into her. “Sage is about to come. Do you want him to come inside you? Or the nest?”
Eden’s belly tightens with another contraction. Her thighs tremble around our shoulders.
“Inside me,” she gasps.
He pulls our fingers free with a loud squelch.
“Up, Saevúra.” My voice comes out rough. “On your knees for me.”
She blinks up at me, dazed and glowing. “But my belly—”
“I’ve got you.”
Vines surge up from the bedding, weaving quickly into a swell of cushioned support. Ashán’s shadows pour in alongside them, the two of us building her a plush, breathing bolster of greenery and darkness, suspended just high enough to cradle the weight of our daughter.
She sinks forward with a shaky moan, knees spread wide, presenting herself to us without an inch of discomfort.
The sight of her on her knees, swollen with our child, dripping and ready, nearly finishes me on the spot. The sweet floral scent of her arousal is suffocating.
“Vresh,” I breathe, one hand spreading over the curve of her, the other guiding the aching head of my cock through her swollen lips and over her kísh, smearing her wetness over the crown. She whimpers and pushes back against me.
“Look at how perfect you are,” I rasp. “I’ve wanted to be back inside you since you woke up this morning.”
“Then why did you wait so long?” She pushes back further. “I need you, Sage. Stop talking.”
I sink into her in one slow stroke, and her walls squeeze around me.
Ashán’s shadows coil around her thighs, tilting her hips.
More of my vines slither to cradle the underside of her belly, rocking gently with every thrust. He slides his hand up her chest to cup a leaking breast, his thumb brushing over her nipple.
I pull back slowly until only the tip remains, then thrust forward.
Ashán groans through the bond every time she whimpers.
Lavásia floods the air and settles over Eden’s flushed skin.
“Taking me so well,” I pant, hips snapping faster. “Our perfect little human—”
Why does she feel like that? Ash interrupts.
“Sage.” Her voice cracks. “Something’s wrong. I don’t—”
“What is it?” I go still, spreading both palms flat over her back. Rubbing slow, grounding circles over her spine. “Talk to me, Saevúra. What do you need?”
“I don’t know.” There’s a hint of panic in her voice. “It’s not you. You feel good… so good… but I can’t—I can’t settle. Something’s missing, and I don’t know what it is. I can’t reach it—”
Sage. Ashán chokes out. She’s panicking. Why is she panicking?
I don’t know. And the not-knowing is its own kind of terror—because she’s in labor, and she’s scared.
“Hey. Hey, look at me.” I soothe my hands down her sides, pressing soft kisses between her shoulder blades. “Nothing’s wrong with you, ílyen. You’re perfect. You’re doing so good. We’ve got you—”
“Then why isn’t it helping?” she sobs.
Something inside of me reflexively reaches for Ash.
Maybe, I rasp, it’s not me she needs.
She lets out another sob.
Switch with me. Let her feel you instead.
Okay, Ashán breathes. Give her to me.
I ease out of her.
Ashán rubs his cock over her clit, again and again until Eden is arching her back, begging for him to move inside.
“Oh—” her head drops to the nest. “Ash—”
“There’s my angel,” he groans, his swollen tip slips inside her. He sets a deep, grinding rhythm, one clawed hand wrapped around her hip, the other sliding up to fist in her hair. “I’ve got you, ash’kaela. Let me take care of you. Tell me what you need, and it’s yours.”
Eden grabs fistfuls of the nesting fabric.
“Harder, Rahnové,” she whines.
He quickens his thrusts.
“You’re gripping me so tight,” he snarls. “Is this what you needed, little mate? My cock filling you while you labor?”
He leans over her, his long tongue dragging up her spine.
She tries, gods, she tries. Pushing back into him, chasing the new fullness, her body lighting up all over again—but it doesn’t land.
“It’s still—” She’s fully sobbing now, frustrated and overwhelmed. “Ash, it’s still not… I’m sorry. I don’t—”
“Hey.” Ashán stops thrusting, curling forward and engulfing her small body. “No. Don’t you dare apologize. Not for this.” But I can feel the fear creeping its way up the bond. The same fear clawing at me. He tried, I tried. We’ve given her both of us, and it’s still not enough.
Sage. His voice is frantic. What do we do? Nothing’s working. She’s scared—
She’s had both of us, I murmur.
But not at the same time, he finishes.
Maybe our kind was meant to do this together. Both halves. Maybe it’s the only way to make her whole enough to bring our daughter into the world.
… Then let’s give our girl what she needs, Ashán says.
He slips free of her. She lets out a needy little sound that has both our cocks twitching.
“I don’t want you to stop,” she pleads. “I need you.”
“I know, mí’maru. I know.” He gathers her from the cradle of vines, careful of her belly. He turns her in our arms until she’s facing us. “We’re not leaving you. We’re giving you more.”
I brush the tears from her flushed cheeks. “Can you trust us to take care of you?”
She nods. “Always.”
We guide her down, her thighs spreading over our lap.
“Down you go, ílyen,” I rasp. “Take both of your mates. Let us make you whole.” A fresh weave of vine and shadow cradles her belly between us.
Her fingers dig into our shoulders as she sinks down inch by inch. Her walls clench hard around the dual invasion.
“Too big—” She gasps, her head falls against my chest.
“You’re doing so good, Saevúra,” I groan against her ear. “Breathe through it, sweet girl. Don’t fight the stretch.”
She is so vreshing tight, Ashán rasps.
“Can you take a little more, ílyen?”
She lets out a broken whimper, her small hands gripping the back of our neck.
“Do you want to stop?” he rasps. His hand moves around to massage her lower back. “If it hurts—if the baby is too heavy—we’ll pull out. Tell me, ash’kaela.”
“No!” Eden gasps, tightening her grip on our neck, her head shaking frantically against our chest. “Please don’t pull out. I need the rest of you.”
I choke back a growl.
“Halfway there, ílyara,” I rumble. Thick, velvety vines pool beneath her knees, taking the strain off her legs.
“Do you need help?” Ash rasps against her hair.
She nods, her eyes unfocused and dark with desperation as she stalls on our lengths.
My fingers brush over her swollen clit, and her whole body bucks in our arms.
“Is this what you need?” I murmur, circling the slick little bundle of nerves.
“Oh my god, yes. Please,” she moans, her blunt fingernails digging into my flesh.
Shadows rise up like ribbons of silk, draping lazily over the flush of her breasts. The dark tendrils coil tightly around her leaking nipples and tug.
“Oh fuck,” she cries out.
With a low growl, we guide her down the remaining inches until every reaching, aching place inside her is finally filled. She settles, melting against our chest. A wave of relief crashes through the bond.
“There’s our girl,” I breathe. “You just needed both of your mates inside you, hm?”
“This feels so much better,” she wraps her arms around our waist as far as she can manage. “I don’t feel panicked anymore… I feel complete.”
Ashán’s purr vibrates through our chest. He starts moving slowly. His cock grinds against her g-spot. He cups her breast, thumb circling a nipple until nectar beads over his claws. My hand spreads over her belly—over the life we put inside her.
Eden moans brokenly, her head falling back as we thrust harder, both cocks sliding in and out in tandem.
“Tell us if it’s enough,” we pant against her throat, Ash’s fangs grazing against her skin.
“—soo close. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop,” she whimpers.
Ash’s shadows wrap around her, cocooning her in cool darkness.
“Ash’kaela,” he groans. “I’ve only tasted you once. Please—let me have you again.”
She bares her throat to him without a second of hesitation. “Bite me, Rahnové.”
Ashán’s fangs sink deep, piercing her skin with a sharp, wet pop. Her blood wells up, flooding his mouth as he groans against her throat. He feasts on her mortality the same way he feasts on her pussy—ruthlessly, reverently, until she’s completely consumed.
She comes the moment his venom hits her bloodstream. My fingers move faster, milking her orgasm. Her moans turn into a broken cry, and her walls clamp down around us. She yanks a handful of our hair.
“Oh–oh–ohhh.” Her hips jerk forward, grinding down on both of our cocks as the pleasure spikes.
We keep thrusting, driving both shafts in and out of her in perfect rhythm. Her swollen belly rocks between us.
“Give us more,” Ashán slurs against the bite, drunk on her blood.
“Come again while we breed you through this labor.” He drags our mouth lower, lips sliding over her collarbone until they reach the heavy swell of her breast. He sinks his fangs in again, claiming the soft, ripe flesh that’ll feed our daughter.
Nectar and blood mix on our tongue as he sucks hard, pulling another gush of níva from her nipple while our hips roll deeper.
Eden wails, another orgasm rolling straight into the next.
“Ním,” he snarls against her breast. “Every part of you. Alive and ním.”
A sudden rush of warmth spills between us, soaking our laps and dripping into the nest.
“ílyara,” I murmur, glancing down at the slick mess coating our skin. “Either you just squirted… or we just broke your water.”