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Malik
WHY DOES MY DRAGON LIKE THIS?
I rode with Brock and Leif to the theater because I wanted to make sure they would get in without a problem. There were some really prejudiced paranormals around and while Brock seemed to be able to handle himself, I knew my dragon would put anyone in their place.
As they went inside, I waved to them then headed back to the house. Something about having time to just lay on my bed and decompress. So much had happened, and I needed to figure it out. Not that I knew how anything worked since I didn’t know anyone else of my kind, but I had no idea I could change my size.
Was that normal? That couldn’t have been normal.
Though the ability to shrink to a tiny dragon made it far easier to hide than being a reptile bigger than most dogs.
I was exhausted and just wanted to return to the house, climb onto my bed, and close my eyes for a moment. My subconscious might have a better time unraveling the mysteries of the dragon universe than I would.
I walked up the front porch steps and opened the door, but just before it closed, I heard a soft moan come from the kitchen. Slowly, and quietly, I crept through the living room to the kitchen, trying not to make too much noise.
Liz was in Cal’s arms, her head hanging to the side, and his teeth buried in her throat. I expected to feel scorching rage squeeze my heart or icy jealousy fill my gut. Neither happened.
They looked good together. He was lost in the pleasure of her blood, and I could just see the side of her face. Her eyes were closed, and her lips opened in pure bliss. It was incredible to see. I wondered if she would make the same expression if my face were buried between her legs. Would her moans sound the same? Or even sweeter?
In a flash, Cal dug his hands into her hips and pulled her up to sit on the counter so he could step in between her milky thighs. The silk robe she had been wearing was left on the table, and she was wearing the most alluring nightgown, nothing but thin silk covering her body.
As Cal fed, one of the straps fell off her glowing shoulder and exposed the top of her breast. Even the thin tan line was sexy as fuck. I wondered if her shoulders tasted like the sun and her creamy breasts like the moon. I wanted to find out.
Even my dragon was enjoying the show. I could feel him moving under my skin, purring with excitement.
That shouldn’t have been what I was feeling. I should have been angry or disgusted by Cal feeding on her like she was prey. My dragon should have been furious. I knew he wanted me to claim her and make her part of my horde, the things I allowed no one else to touch.
I couldn’t tear my eyes away. It wasn’t until Cal spread her thighs on the counter and slid his hand from her knee to her legs, his thumb brushing the inside of that sensitive skin, that I snapped out of it.
Watching Cal feed off of her was bad enough, but watching him pleasure her without explicit permission was a line I wasn’t willing to cross, even if my dragon wanted me to stay. The dragon didn’t want to watch; the dragon wanted to join, and I wasn’t sure how Liz would feel about that or what Cal would think either. I wasn’t sure how I would feel about sharing her with another man. That was something that I needed to figure out before I opened that door.
As quietly as I could, I snuck back to my room and closed the door behind me with a barely audible click. I knew Cal heard it; there was no way a vampire wouldn’t be able to hear it. I just hoped he was too lost in what he was doing to care.
With the lock firmly in place, I stripped my clothes and lay on my queen-size bed. I liked this bed. The best part was that I knew these sheets belonged to her at one time. They were clean, and the smell of detergent was there. But if I buried my nose in my pillow or the mattress, I could just get the slightest hint of her perfume.
All I needed to do was close my eyes, and I could smell her. My cock had never been so hard. I could feel my pulse thumping through the thick shaft.
No, I just needed to sleep this off.
I closed my eyes, but instead of sweet darkness, all I saw was her.
At first, I saw her on the counter alone; her nightgown had fallen off both shoulders, exposing her perfect breasts, soft pink nipples teased into stiff peaks, and the cutest little tan lines decorated her skin.
Then she lifted one of her legs and let her knee fall to the side, exposing her pink pussy lips, already glistening with moisture.
My cock jumped with interest, and my mouth watered.
She ran her fingers over her shoulders, her soft body, stopping only to pinch her nipples for a moment, and let out a sigh of pleasure before her hands continued their path south. When she got to her pussy, my mouth was watering, and my cock was harder than it had ever been. I watched as she rubbed the smallest little circles over her clit, and her toes curled and ecstasy.
Then it wasn’t just her. Brock was suddenly there too, but he was fully dressed, and in my fantasy, he could stay that way. He dropped to his knees in front of her and started lapping at her pussy, groaning with pleasure at her taste and then gripping her thighs as he sucked on her clit.
One of her hands tangled in his hair, directing where she wanted him to go. The other one was cupping her breasts in an offering. An offering I wanted to take, but Cal was also there. He kissed her hard, grabbed Brock by his hair, and pulled his face away. He sealed his lips to Brock’s, and I knew he was tasting our girl.
Fuck, I always knew I was a sick fuck that liked to watch, but it wasn’t them I wanted to see. It was her.
She stood while the two men kissed and moved over to me, letting her nightgown slide down her body to the floor.
“I think they like the way I taste,” she said, looking at me. “Do you like the way I taste?”
“Come here, baby, let’s find out.”
I picked her up, slammed her back on the table, and dove between her thighs, listening to the noises of pleasure and the pleas for more over and over.
I made her come on my tongue, and when I looked up, her head was hanging off the table, and Brock had shoved his cock in her mouth. She was greedily sucking while Cal stood behind Brock, running his hands over our girl, her throat, her tits, giving pleasure while waiting for his turn to take it.
Her thighs were shaking, and I knew, I just knew, that I could make her come apart for me again.
I stood between her legs, taking my cock out and stroking it a few times before lining up with her body and pushing inside her with one thrust. She nearly choked on Brock’s cock. He swore and had to brace himself on the table not to fill her mouth with cum.
I knew the feeling.
Even just in my mind, her hot wet cunt gripped me like a velvet fist, and I needed to drive into her harder, to make her feel my strength, my power, and know it was all for her. Only her.
Her cunt quivered, gripping me tighter, and I bit back a moan. Reminding myself she wasn’t really on my cock, but in the kitchen, and just because I was going to indulge in my filthiest fantasies, that didn’t mean that she needed to hear it.
If I had it my way, she would hear every single one of my grunts as I pulled moans of ecstasy from her lips. God, I wanted to taste her, to feel her, and to make her entire body sing with pleasure as I took her over and over.
The idea of the other men touching her while I fucked her should have pissed me off. It should have made me jealous, possessive even. But the more I thought about it, the more I wanted her to feel good. It didn’t matter if it was my cock making her moan, or Cal’s hands on her breasts pinching her nipples, or even Brock’s cock down her throat that made her cunt squeeze me even tighter.
I wanted that for her. I wanted her entirely at our mercy, having no other choice than to feel the pleasure that we desperately wanted to give her. She deserved it. She deserved so much more. If having the other men touching her, too, made her moan like that, if they could give her more pleasure than I could alone, for the life of me, I couldn’t find a reason not to give that to her.
I wanted to possess her. But only to please her.
The four of us in other positions started flashing through my head. Ones where she rode Brock’s cock, while sucking mine, and Brock sucked on Cal. My dragon loved that the other men were close and had the relationship that was clearly between them. Another image came where she rode Cal, and Brock took her ass, and I watched, my cock in my hand, staying hard and waiting for her to get her fill of them and then come crawling to me to finish her off. Or my personal favorite, where I sat on the couch, and she laid on top of me, her naked back pressed to my front; I teased her nipples with my hands while she held my cock in her tight little pussy, keeping it nice and warm while she sucked off Cal. I had Liz’s legs hooked on the sides of my thighs, and I spread her wide so Brock could tongue her clit. Fuck, just imagining how her thighs would shake and her skin would glow while we filled her, broke her over and over just to put her back together again, almost made me cum.
I bit back a curse while I squeezed the base of my cock, not ready to spill my seed yet. I wanted to savor the fantasies and make them last until I could make some of them come true.
It didn’t matter how many situations I pictured or how many different configurations I could come up with; one thing always remained true.
She was always in the middle.
Even when the other men touched each other, it was still for her benefit.
Instinct told me my girl was greedy. She wanted it all, and I wanted to give it to her. I wanted her to stretch her little body with my cock, cover her with my cum, and never deny her the pleasure of someone else. There was also this little voice in the back of my head that told me my girl would want to watch. I had no problems with that. I wanted to be the one on my knees eating her out while she watched Cal and Brock do whatever they did behind closed doors. With one of the books I’d seen tucked away in a kitchen drawer, I suspected she was just as dirty as I was, and I wanted to be the cock she rode while she urged Brock to take all of Cal. I wanted to be the one she used while taking pleasure from watching others.
My little human would never know what it felt like to be unsatisfied again. Too many women had to beg for pleasure. I wanted her to have to beg for it to stop. I wanted to find where she thought her limits were and then push past them to show her how much her body could really take.
An image of her on her knees in front of me flashed into my head. Her cheeks were bright red, her pupils blown wide, and her lips were already kissed swollen.
“Please,” she begged before I nodded, and she wrapped her lips around my cock, sucking like her life depended on it, like she was as desperate for me as I was for her.
When her grey-blue eyes met mine with a silent demand, I couldn’t hold back anymore, and I came hard; in my mind, she took it all, swallowing every drop in the strongest orgasm I had ever had.
In the real world, I had just shot cum not only all over my hand but my chest and even the pillow I was resting on.
I couldn’t stop; more and more came from me until my back bowed, and I had to grit my teeth to hold in a roar of pleasure. Finally, it subsided, and I grabbed my shirt to clean it up.
It took me less than ten minutes to clean up, lie back in bed, and for exhaustion to overtake me.
“Open up, police.” The words were followed by banging, which made me sit up straight, jolted out of sleep. My room was filled with sunlight, telling me I’d slept through the night for the first time in I didn’t even know how long.
The banging came again, and I realized it was from the front door. I got up and found a clean shirt and pants, sliding them on.
“Police, open up now, or we’re coming in,” the voice said again from the front door.
Fuck, that little arrogant ass wipe elemental must’ve called the goddamn cops, and now I was going to get arrested for assault.