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  “Patch has only lived two hundred and twenty years,” Chak said. “He’s too young to be losing decades of his life to run errands for us.”

  “We will let him make that decision,” Valkimer said. “He has no chance at ever finding a mate, and solitary centuries are long. Patch has always served me eagerly. I am sure this mission will be no different. I will go and speak with him.”

  * * *

  Valkimer had made provisions for his squire at the end of his service and Patch lived in a cottage at the far edge of the estate, close enough to be protected by Valkimer and Chak if he needed it, but not so close that he would feel compelled to act as a servant. He spent most of his days walking the wilds around the estate, sometimes hunting game and bringing portions up to the big house, as he liked to refer to it.

  Chak was always suggesting that Patch should live with them, but Valkimer knew the young man better. If he lived with them, he would be forever underfoot, attempting to be useful. And he had hoped to keep Patch out of the matter of the humans. There was real danger in taking people from their realm and bringing them to the dragon world, and not just from the humans. If they were found out, they could expect the fury of the king. He didn’t want to give the dragon hierarchy reason to hurt Patch any more than it already had.

  He spotted the young man outside the walls, hunting perhaps, given the sharpened spear he held in his right hand. Patch walked with a slight limp. His long hair fell over his face as he scuffed along, his head bowed but his eyes raised to the bushes and the horizon.

  He only ever stood fully straight when he was in Valkimer’s presence. Valkimer did not tolerate slouching. Valkimer didn’t tolerate any of the bowing, scraping behaviors Patch had taken on over his lifetime as a result of being bullied almost to the point of nonexistence.

  “Paix!” He called his real name. Patch was a nickname Valkimer rarely used out loud when speaking to the man himself. Cutesy diminutives were not part of the way he addressed those he commanded.

  As he expected, Patch straightened and practically ran to his side. His hobbled gait made it difficult, but he put all his effort into it and soon he was standing before Valkimer, a broad smile on his face at the prospect of being able to serve.

  “You need me, m’lord?”

  There was no doubting the eagerness in his voice. Valkimer had no doubt that Patch was bored and frustrated by their remote location, but he would never have complained. He was far too loyal for that.

  “What would you say to coming out of retirement for a very dangerous mission which carries with it the real risk of death or worse?”

  Patch’s smile only grew wider. “I would say yes, please.”

  “Good,” Valkimer said with a laugh. “We have a task for you, Patch. It will not be easy, and it will likely be dangerous.”

  “What would you have me do, sir?”

  “Go to the human realm and investigate a human girl by the name of Brianna Packard. She is an orphan of uncertain origin, but I am certain that something happened to her with regard to previous dragon incursions into the human realm. I need you to discover any information about her that you can. As you know, there is one of our number living in the human realm.”

  “You mean the exile Lazarus?”

  “I do. He is living in a city known as Las Vegas, where, I believe, he runs a small parlor in which women sell their bodies to men willing to pay. That is the rumor, and I believe it to be true.”

  “Casimer has forbidden all contact with him, has he not?”

  “Yes, he has,” Valkimer acknowledged. “And he has forbidden the creation of portals, and the taking of humans into our realm. We have broken the king’s rule several times over. If you do not want to be a part of this, I understand. We are not on the right side of royal law here, and I won’t pretend that we are.”

  “You’ve gone rogue, sir?” There was no judgment in Patch’s tone, only curiosity.

  “Chak and I have become independent, let’s put it that way,” Valkimer smirked. “You still have a choice to make. Understand, Paix, if you want no part of this, we will pay you out generously and help you move anywhere you please.”

  “Sir, you know I live to serve you,” Paix replied swiftly. “I will go into the human realm.”

  “There is a price for it, the loss of years. The human realm is poison to our kind as our realm is to them, so you must not stay longer than a few hours. Contact Lazarus and then return here. He will likely want some compensation for his trouble; tell him we will send him a note of negotiation.”

  “Yes, sir, I understand.”

  “Then come with me, Paix, and we will prepare you for your greatest journey yet.”

  Chapter Six

  With Paix dispatched to the human realm, Chak and Valkimer returned to Brianna’s chamber. It had not been terribly long since they left, perhaps an hour or so, but apparently it had been long enough for her mindset to be transformed. The Cadentis root had taken its full effect and she was whimpering to herself, a wet spot forming where her juices had soaked the bed below her. The air was thick with arousal. Her pussy lips had swollen a little, enough to part and show the eager drenched hole of her sex.

  Valkimer felt his cock harden instantly. He began to strip, pulling his clothing from his body eagerly.

  “Easy,” Chak said. “You don’t want to frighten her with that thing.”

  Valkimer’s cock was a rampant eleven inches, with a girth to match. Scaled flesh covered the base of his shaft, evidence of his dragon blood. It was a fearsome sight, the head flared and tipped with a much narrower point than a human male phallus. The skin was ridged horizontally along the length every inch or so, crystalline pale skin stretched taut over the throbbing length of his organ.

  “She is to be a pet,” Valkimer said. “She will need to be familiar with the anatomy of a dragon male. We have to be sure of it.”

  Their pet let out a little moan and tossed her head. Far from seeming frightened, her eyes locked on Valkimer’s thick rod. She licked her lips, seeming eager for him.

  Valkimer smirked and released the bindings holding her arms and legs in place. She was no longer any kind of flight risk. Her mental state was much changed from the rebellious one she had been bound down with. Now she was obviously physically aroused, and that had changed her behavior quite radically. There was no shouting or demanding, just an impassioned look and a newfound obedience.

  “Come here,” he beckoned.

  She crawled toward him, her hips raised high, swinging back and forth. Valkimer pushed his hips toward her, his long cock dipping toward her mouth.

  “Suck me.”

  She hesitated and Valkimer reached out, ran his fingers through her hair and urged her a little closer.

  “It won’t hurt you,” he said, his voice dipping into a softer, kinder register for the first time. “Taste your first dragon cock, pet.”

  Her eyes met his, vulnerable green gaze locked on icy dragon gaze. Her lips parted as the thick rod drew closer and then they met, dragon flesh and human lips. Valkimer pushed forward slowly and felt her hot, wet, tender human mouth slide down his shaft. Valkimer let out a groan of pure pleasure. It felt even better than he had imagined it would. It was like warm velvet on his cock, her tongue lapping so prettily and so obediently…

  A growl across the room heralded Chak giving into the primal moment. He pulled his clothes off too, his hard, tattooed body darker than Valkimer’s in hue, his cock thick and rampant. He walked around behind her, lifted her up by the hips and pushed the head of his hardness against her slippery sex.

  “You’re going to be fucked, pet,” Valkimer told her as she suckled on his cock. “Are you ready to feel a dragon’s cock inside your pussy?”

  Her lips were occupied with his cock, but that did not stop her from nodding and letting out an inviting moan.

  Valkimer could see the effort it took for Chak to not simply ravish the girl. Her hips were grinding in wanton invitation, her juices dripping
onto the sheets below her spread thighs. She was as ready for fucking as any female could be, and yet Chak was still taking his time, teasing her with the length of his hardness until she moaned so pitifully around Valkimer’s cock and lifted her hips so high that he relented and rewarded her with the first inch or so of his rod pushed deep into her tight hole.

  Her eyes flew wide, she let out a whimper, and Valkimer soothed her with his hands, running his fingers through her dark hair as Chak worked his cock into her pussy.

  “She’s tight,” he grunted. “Really tight. And her cunt feels like hot silk, so soft…”

  Brianna’s whimpers continued as he worked his cock a little at a time all the way inside her, pulling out a bit before pushing in a little more, spreading the walls of her pussy around his hard, bare dragon rod.

  “This is going to be your life,” Valkimer murmured down at her. “Your three holes stretched and fucked by dragon cocks.”

  He was exaggerating somewhat, but his words had a fascinating effect. She let out a long moan of pure pleasure and her lips wrapped around him even tighter and with more enthusiasm.

  “You like this, don’t you, naughty pet,” he said, his affection growing with his arousal. “You were made to be fucked and you know it.”

  * * *

  Brianna let out a gasping moan only to have it stifled by Valkimer’s hard rod as behind her, Chak started to take her pussy with long strokes. His cock was so hard, so thick that she was sure she was as stretched as far it was possible to be, but every fresh stroke took him deeper and seemed to split her wider.

  She should not be doing this. She should not be eagerly offering herself to two kidnappers, dragon men who were ravishing her so thoroughly that common sense and her previous notions of what was possible flew away.

  She could hear the voices of faceless judgmental people in her mind. Slut. Giving herself to two men at one time, two men who had undergone none of the usual rituals of courtship, who hadn’t even bought her a bouquet of gas station flowers.

  Her lips were tight at both ends of her body, gripping their cocks with an eagerness that defied judgment. This felt so good, better than anything had ever felt before. This was true passion unleashed upon her by those who did not care for human customs, rules, or laws. It turned out that she did not care for those things either, not as she was thoroughly fucked and claimed.

  Lying on the bed, awaiting their return, she had not thought of escape. She had not thought of anything besides them, their bodies, what they might do to her—what was now unfolding inside her body. Her inner walls clenched Chak’s cock, drawing him ever deeper, her hips still performing that desperate grind as he fucked her.

  Valkimer’s fingers curled in her hair and gave her head a light tug, lifting her eyes to his. She felt him pull out, then slowly push his cock deep into her mouth, his pale slitted eyes locked on hers as he made certain that she understood her place. She was theirs to be taken, to be fucked, to be used. This was how it was going to be.

  Drawn back and forth between them, Brianna was a pleasure toy, a hot wet vessel for their desire. They growled and snarled with passion, their movements becoming even more demanding as they drew closer to the climax they were using her for. Chak’s hands tightened on her hips, pinning her in place as he pounded into her with relentless strokes, the wet sounds of her pussy being plundered almost as loud as her still muffled moans as Valkimer did much the same, holding her head in place and fucking her mouth just as if it were her cunt.

  She should have felt degraded, but this was nothing like degradation. Degradation was having slurs and drinks thrown at her in the street. This was something else. This was desire. She could see and feel how much they wanted her, how hard it was for them not to simply unleash the full force of their lust on her. She could feel the control they were exerting over themselves even now as they reached their climax, taking her with them to a place of ecstasy beyond any she had ever known.

  Valkimer came first, his seed splashing in thick streams over her tongue and down her throat. She felt his essence warming her all the way down to her belly as he fell back with a groan into a chair at the side of the bed, his thick rod still pulsing with little remnants of seed. Brianna found herself staring at him, licking her lips, her clit tingling as she moaned and cried out with the force of Chak’s ravaging strokes.

  He pushed her down so she was lying on the bed, her hands out in front of her as he ploughed her from behind, his cock demanding every inch of her pussy be given to him, every quivering part of her sex sacrificed for his desire. Her clit ground against the sheets, her hands outstretched as she wailed with impending orgasm.

  Suddenly, Valkimer reached out and took her by the hands, leaning forward to kiss her deeply, his dragon tongue claiming her cum-filled mouth as she screamed with the force of the orgasm Chak unleashed throughout her body as he sank himself as deep as possible and came, his cock swelling, his seed splashing against the tender, well fucked walls of her pussy.

  “Oh, god! Oh, god! I can’t… oh… godddd!” she wailed against Valkimer’s lips as her orgasm crashed through her, making her feel as though a thousand fireworks had just been detonated inside her body and brain.

  “Are you alright, pet?” Valkimer asked the question with a surprisingly tender growl as behind her, Chak slowly eased the thick rod of his cock from her now dripping sex.

  “I… I think so,” she moaned softly, her hands still held by his until he released one to brush hair out of her eyes that had fallen there in the throes of climax.

  She felt Chak’s strong hands slide along her back and lift her up and together they pulled her into the middle of the bed and lay down beside her, cradling her sex-scented body between their powerful forms until she fell asleep from sheer exhaustion. They did not say anything. They did not need to. She understood.

  * * *

  When she woke a few hours later, the dragons were still next to her, sleeping, totally worn out by their erotic efforts.

  Brianna lay between the two strong warriors, feeling her body as it had never felt before. She was not a virgin. She had rutted, clumsily with a boyfriend or two, neither of whom had shown any interest in the erotic capabilities of her body. They had cared about pumping themselves inside her, dumping their cum in latex baggies discarded just as easily as they had inevitably discarded her.

  These two should not have been any different. They were not good men. She knew that. They were not kind. They were not gentle. They did not have good intentions. There was no reason for her to trust them, let alone like them… let alone crave their presence and their touch.

  What was happening to her? She would have thought she had been drugged if not for the fact that she was as clear-headed as she had ever been. Her stomach started to growl and she remembered the food. Sitting up between them, she leaned over and looked under the tray’s cover. There was a small roasted bird there, surrounded by what looked like potatoes, or maybe yams. Some kind of root vegetable anyway.

  She picked a little of the flesh from the bird and found it rich and moist, perfectly cooked. Little by little she fed herself, scooching to the side of the bed around Valkimer to eat more comfortably. This was probably a good time to make an escape.

  Then again, this was the realm of dragons. She’d heard of it, of course; there had been a power plant mishap decades before she was born and apparently dragons had come screaming out of it. Nowadays the consensus among her friends was that it must have released some kind of hallucinogenic gas, because there was no such thing as dragons.

  Except there was. She’d seen them. Two of them were growl-snoring softly next to her. A little smile played across her lips as the blond rolled over toward the dark-haired one with the facial tattoos. Chak. She never thought she’d see any kind of facial marking that qualified as actually sort of respectable, but his looked good. Minimalist, but bold.

  Escape. The idea came back to her mind. Yes. She should do that. But then… where would she go? Just r
un around in some dragon-infested land looking for big glowing doors? That didn’t seem like a good plan at all. And yet, if she stayed here… they’d told her what their plans were. They were going to fuck her. Train her. And then… that she did not know.

  Chapter Seven

  Over the following days, Brianna’s life became intense but also very small. There was nothing but the room in which they had taken her after capturing her. They refused to let her leave, but to relieve herself in the bathing chamber next door. She was naked the entire time, clothed only when covered by sheets. Both Valkimer and Chak spent extended periods of time with her, sleeping next to her in the bed at night, leaving only occasionally for one reason or another, and always together.

  “Are you guys joined at the hip or something? Can’t be alone ever?”

  She teased them one afternoon, nibbling on a beautifully roasted leg of some animal or other. The food was amazing, all of it fresh, all of it simple. Meat and vegetables, the occasional fruit. There was nothing else. For a young woman used to scrounging up MSG-soaked, reconstituted, ‘vitamin’-enriched garbage that came in plastic packets, it was quite a pleasant change. With every day, she felt stronger, fuller. Her skin cleared and even her eyes looked brighter when she examined herself in the mirror, which the dragons charmingly referred to as a looking glass.

  “We deal with you together, pet,” Chak growled handsomely.

  “Why?”

  “Because you are too much trouble for any one man,” he winked.

  Her heart skipped a beat. He was so devastatingly handsome. They both were, in very different ways. Chak felt like earth, warm and settled, Valkimer like air, strong and often cold. And of course, being dragons they both had the element of fire firmly in their control.