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She raised her eyes back up to look at Roka.

The scene felt surreal, even more than her dreams of Eben, and she wondered if she might just wake up after it was all over and find herself back in the jungle, alone in her tent, having to listen to the sounds of Eben and Erika going at it mere feet away.

He urged her hips up and down, guiding her on his cock.

“Keep touching yourself. Stroke your pretty pussy for him.” Eben’s low murmur against her ear made her quiver.

Roka’s gaze swept up and down her body, lingering on her nipples until they tightened up as though he were touching them. She only heated further under Roka’s gaze when the large man began stalking toward her, his heavy cock bobbing with each step.

He loomed above her, larger than she imagined he could be.

She craned her neck to meet his eyes, but they were too busy taking in every inch of her.

His scrutiny made her feel suddenly very exposed.

More than that, she felt owned by that all-encompassing look of his.

The sensation was alien, yet strangely liberating.

It was as though no worry would ever be solely her own to bear again because she belonged to him.

Issa’s words came back to her then, and for the first time everything clicked into place.

I may regret letting the Guardian have you both , the dragon-woman had said.

That meant Eben belonged to Roka, too. She wasn’t sure if she should be so thrilled by the idea, but to be desired by something so magnificent couldn’t be a bad thing, could it?

And that Roka wanted them as a couple made her strong desire for Eben seem even more appropriate.

Roka exhaled, emitting tendrils of white smoke that descended down around her shoulders and fell across her breasts in a luminous veil. The soft caress of his breath sent a thrill through every cell it came into contact with.

She sighed and relaxed back against Eben, halting their motions and just enjoying the thick pressure of his cock resting deep within her. His arms moved up to embrace her around her torso, both hands cupping her breasts, raising them up as though they were an offering.

The huge dragon-man knelt before her and flicked his forked tongue out, tickling at her hard, pink nipples.

He bent his head lower as though he were about to lay his cheek against her thigh, but paused.

The close proximity of him to the place where she and Eben were joined elicited a shiver of anticipation that charged through her.

What was he doing poised like that, with his face hovering inches from her?

Roka closed his eyes and his nostrils flared with a deep inhalation. His lips parted and pulled back ever so slightly as he drew in more air through nose and mouth. Camille got the distinct impression that he was breathing her in, as if she were some ethereal being he could simply consume.

While his head remained bent, she trailed her fingertips along his smooth, curved horns.

A tremor ran through his muscled torso, and another gust of pale breath fell from his lips like fog and coiled between her thighs.

The wispy tendrils made her pussy tingle and she arched into the sensation.

Her clit pulsed with need. Eben moaned softly behind her and his hips twitched, pressing his cock deeper into her.

Roka inhaled again, guiding the tendrils of smoke back into him with one long pull of his lungs. The expansion of his chest made him seem even larger. He tilted his head back up and opened his eyes. His pupils were wide and black, but ringed in a circle of speckled silver that glowed.

His low, resonant voice brimmed with lust. “I must have you both. Your mingled scents are too delicious to sample separately. Find your Nirvana together, and then you are mine.”

He bent his head deeper between her thighs, pressing cool lips against her overheated flesh.

His strange tongue slipped out and slicked over her clit, teased and swirled just long enough to leave her poised on the razor’s edge of orgasm, then slid down.

In a long sweep, he parted her with his tongue, following the length of her wet slit and beyond.

A second later, Eben moaned behind her. His hips bucked so hard if she hadn’t been impaled on his cock, she might have been dislodged from his lap.

Roka gripped her hips to steady her. Then he lifted her, slowly raising her up along Eben’s cock.

She let him control the rise and fall, following the fascinated roving of his eyes as he watched Eben’s cock sink deep into her.

Roka raised her up again, his eyes still focused tightly on where they were joined.

He bent his head and his long, beautiful tongue went back to work with fervent intent, but Camille was beyond holding back.

With another swipe of Roka’s tongue against her throbbing clit, the barrier against her orgasm fell away, and she plunged into the abyss.

Eben let out an incoherent cry. After one violent thrust up into her, his climax flooded her with pulsing heat. He wrapped his arms around her and clutched her back against him while his hips continued moving for a few more strokes.

Her own sweet finale was only just subsiding when she finally opened her eyes to look down. Roka’s white hair and majestic horns were all she saw. His tongue still teased alternately between her pussy lips and over the delicate, pink sack of Eben’s balls.

Roka stood and reached out a hand to her.

It was such an incongruous gesture after what he’d just done she wasn’t quite sure how to respond, but after a second she reached up and laid her palm on his.

In a swift motion he pulled her to him, wrapped an arm around her waist, and lifted her up as though she weighed nothing.

His hot, smooth lips found hers and his tongue demanded entry. The flavor on him made her moan. Salty-sweet and just a little spicy, like some exotic cocktail. Was that what she and Eben tasted like?

His cock pressed hard against her hip, and with both hands, he lifted her just high enough for it to slip between her legs, the shaft brushing against her still tingling and swollen pussy lips.

She wrapped her thighs around his waist, clinging to him with both arms and legs.

The pressure of his cock against her aching flesh reminded her of the intimate moment right before she’d slipped down onto him earlier, but this time, he was the one in control.

He turned them around and sat beside Eben on the stone altar.

“You know what to do, my love,” he growled. “Find your Nirvana again on my shaft. Give yourself to me. Prove you are mine, and I will prove I am yours.”

The buzz from her orgasm had her too dizzy with residual lust, so she only nodded.

She braced both hands on his thick shoulders and pressed her hips down.

The sensation this time was exquisite and painless, the stretch of her pussy in response to his girth more like a deep massage that would leave her as pliant as putty afterward.

He was only slightly larger than Eben in this form, and with the mix of both her own and Eben’s juices saturating her pussy, fucking him now felt like sinking down onto a pole of softest silk.

“That’s good,” he whispered, white smoke escaping from his mouth and nose with each panting breath. “Now fuck me like you did before.”

Her hips knew precisely what to do in spite of a mind muddled with the sensation and hypnotic scent of whatever magic permeated his strange breath.

She gazed into his eyes, lost in their dark pools until he turned away, at which point she followed his line of sight to where Eben still sat, watching.

Eben gripped his cock loosely, but he didn’t stroke it. When he met Roka’s eyes, a spark of desire flashed through his own.

“Give yourself to me again, lover,” Roka said.

Every syllable he spoke vibrated through Camille, sending trickles of pleasure to her core.

“Issa relinquished you, and you gave me your Nirvana only a moment ago to seal the bargain, but it will be a sweeter bargain still if I can have both your gifts at the same time I reach my Nirvana. It will be an even sweeter gift for the Queen, too.”

Without a word, Eben moved to kneel on the altar beside Roka and let the larger man pull him into a deep kiss.

Watching them both made Camille feel wonderfully lascivious, and so much more so when Roka’s free hand reached between Eben’s thighs and gripped his cock.

Eben groaned against the dragon’s lips and shifted closer, closing the short distance between them.

He raised one foot, resting it flat on the surface of the altar and pressed his other thigh close to hers where it hugged Roka’s hip.

When Roka released him from the kiss, Eben turned to meet her eyes.

His face was flushed and his lips swollen.

She accepted his mouth greedily when he bent to kiss her.

At first, she was uncertain how to process the liberation of giving in to both men.

She only knew she wanted to do more than be a passive participant.

Blindly, she raised her hand a short distance to trace curious fingertips down over Eben’s taut stomach.

She reached his hips and pulled away from their kiss to watch in fascination as Roka pumped a hand along the length of Eben’s cock.

With a hesitant touch, she ran her fingers over the back of Roka’s knuckles, feeling his flexing grip. Roka released Eben long enough to urge her small hand around Eben’s shaft, then closed his own hand back over hers and squeezed.

“Oh, baby, that’s so good,” Eben groaned.

Camille closed her eyes, lost to the steady, deep thrust of Roka’s cock inside her and the hot, hard length of Eben’s cock pressing against her palm.