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Zahraxis

T he marks glow upon our skin like living fire, binding us together in ways I have never experienced. My Raelesha—my Soul Anchor—gazes at me with desire that mirrors my own, her question still hanging in the air between us.

"What do you think, Raelesha?" I pull her onto my lap, her slick heat pressing against my rigid length. "We want to fuck you."

Her pupils dilate, the scent of her arousal intensifying. I capture her mouth with mine, tasting the sweetness of her surrender and the spice of her desire. The jade chamber pulses around us, amplifying every sensation through our newly forged bond. Beyond the magical curtains the queen gave us for privacy, I can sense a lull in the activity. It's as if the dragons surrounding us are waiting in anticipation of the true event to start.

Finn's need is even more palpable, bleeding through our bond with the intensity only a Red can bring.

"Yes," Rachel breathes against my lips. "Please."

I grip her hips, positioning her above my cock. "Ride me," I command, though my voice holds more plea than demand. "Show me how you take your pleasure."

She braces her hands on my shoulders, her eyes locked with mine as she slowly lowers herself onto my length. The tight, wet heat of her engulfs me inch by exquisite inch, drawing a growl from deep in my chest. Through our bond, I feel her pleasure mirroring my own—the delicious stretch as she accommodates me, the fullness she craves. But also Finn's raw hunger watching me fill her up.

"Perfect," I praise as she settles fully upon me, taking me to the hilt. "You were made for this."

Finn moves behind her, his hands sliding around to cup her breasts. The crimson of his aura blends with the gold of mine, creating a swirling vortex of power that surrounds the three of us. Rachel gasps as he pinches her nipples, her slickness increasing around my cock in response.

"Move," I urge her, gripping her hips to guide her into a rhythm. "Show me how you pleasure yourself on my cock."

She begins to rise and fall, finding her own pace—slow at first, then with increasing urgency. Her head falls back against Finn's shoulder as she works herself on my length, and he nuzzles her ear, reciting filthy promises of what he'll do to her soon. The sight of her—eyes half-closed in ecstasy, lips parted, marks glowing on her chest—is more beautiful than any treasure I have ever possessed.

Finn catches my gaze over her shoulder, his red eyes gleaming with mischief and desire. What he says to her next makes her inner walls clench around me.

Finn leans closer and I meet him halfway, our lips connecting in a kiss that sends sparks of magic cascading through our bond. Rachel moans between us, her rhythm faltering as she watches our mouths move together.

When we part, I turn my attention back to Rachel, who stares at us with wide eyes and parted lips. "Did you enjoy that sight, Raelesha?" I ask, thrusting up into her with more force.

"God, yes," she gasps, grinding down to meet my upward motion. "Do it again."

Finn chuckles, tweaking one of her nipples harder before sliding his hands down to grip her hips. "So demanding," he teases, but there is no mistaking the affection in his voice, or the raw desire when he kisses me again. It isn't just for her benefit, either; through our bond I sense not only wonder from her but elation from them both over how perfectly the three of us fit together.

Together, Finn and I guide her movements, setting a pace that has her gasping with each thrust. The jade beneath us seems to pulse in time with our shared heartbeats, channeling energy through our joined bodies. The dragons beyond our curtain are fucking again, their passion adding to the power surging into me through the jade. I feel myself approaching the edge far too quickly, the combination of Rachel's tight heat and our newly formed bond overwhelming my control.

"Not yet," I growl, stilling her movements. "I would have you experience more pleasure before I find my release."

In one fluid motion, I lift her from my cock and turn her to face Finn. "Take her mouth," I instruct him, positioning Rachel on her hands and knees between us. "I will have her from behind."

Finn kneels before her, his cock jutting proud and thick. Rachel needs no encouragement, eagerly taking him between her lips with a moan that vibrates through all three of us. I position myself behind her, running my hands over the perfect curves of her ass before sliding my cock through her slick folds.

"You are so wet," I marvel, coating myself in her essence. "So ready for us."

I push back into her with one long, slow thrust, watching as her back arches and her mouth stretches wider around Finn's girth. Through our bond, her pleasure intensifies—the fullness of being taken from both ends, the thrill of surrendering to us both, of giving herself over fully. And every sensation magnified by the connection to the stone and the abundance of dragon magic surging through it into our trio.

Finn's eyes meet mine over Rachel's body, his expression a mix of pleasure and challenge. "Her mouth feels divine," he says, his voice rough with desire.

His words send a fresh surge of heat through me. I grip Rachel's hips tighter, driving into her with renewed purpose. Each thrust pushes her forward onto Finn's cock, creating a rhythm that connects all three of us. The marks on our chests glow brighter with each passing moment, pulsing with shared pleasure that echoes through our bond.

Rachel takes Finn deeper, her enthusiasm evident in the wet sounds and muffled moans that fill the chamber. I reach beneath her to circle her clit with my fingers, feeling her immediate response as she clenches around my cock.

"Yes," I encourage, pressing harder against the sensitive bud. "Take your pleasure. Show us how much you enjoy being filled by both your dragons."

Finn tangles his fingers in her hair, guiding her movements with gentle pressure. "Look at me," he commands softly. When she raises her eyes to his, he smiles with fierce approval. "Perfect. Just like that."

The sight of them together—Rachel's lips stretched around Finn's cock, his expression of utter bliss—pushes me closer to the edge. I slow my thrusts, determined to make this last, to wring every drop of pleasure from our joining.

Finn releases Rachel's hair to reach for me, his hand curling around the back of my neck to draw me forward. We kiss over Rachel's back, our tongues battling for dominance while we continue to move within and against her. The taste of him—spice and smoke and something uniquely Finn—mixes with the scent of Rachel's arousal to create an intoxicating combination.

When we part, Rachel whimpers around Finn's cock, her inner walls pulsing with need. I slide my hand from her clit to gather her wetness, then trace a slick path to her other entrance. She stiffens momentarily, then relaxes as I circle the tight ring of muscle with gentle pressure.

"May I?" I ask, pressing just enough to test her response.

She releases Finn's cock with a wet pop, looking back at me over her shoulder. "Yes," she breathes, her voice hoarse from taking him deep. "I want to feel you everywhere."

I push one finger slowly past the tight barrier, feeling her body resist then yield to my intrusion. Finn dips low and captures her mouth in a kiss, swallowing her moan as I work my finger deeper, preparing her for more.

"She likes that," Finn observes, breaking their kiss to watch my ministrations. "I can feel it through our bond."

Indeed, Rachel's pleasure radiates through our connection, her desire for more evident in the way she pushes back against my hand. I add a second finger, stretching her carefully while continuing to thrust my cock into her wet heat.

"More," she demands, her voice breaking on the word. "Please, Zahraxis."

"Patience, Raelesha," I soothe, scissoring my fingers to prepare her properly. "I would not cause you pain."

Finn slides close and lies back, beckoning. I withdraw my fingers and cock from her, urging her to straddle him. The loss of her delicious heat is momentary—as soon as she sinks down onto him, I press my tongue to her rear opening, offering the even slicker lubrication of my saliva to the mix.

She remains still, held tight in Finn's embrace while he whispers words of encouragement and praise into her ear. He fucks her slowly, each stroke making her body shudder softly with pleasure while I tease her tight ring ever deeper with my tongue.

When I'm sure she's slick and stretched enough for me, I rise and press my tip to her opening. She bites her lower lip as I push past the tight ring, whimpering a little, but not resisting.

"Breathe," I instruct, pushing deeper with exquisite care. Her opening resists, then gives way, allowing the head of my cock to slip inside. Rachel gasps, her body going rigid for a moment before she forces herself to relax.

"So full," she whispers, her voice tight with a mixture of discomfort and pleasure. "Give me a moment."

I hold perfectly still, allowing her body to adjust to the intrusion. Finn captures her mouth in a gentle kiss, his hands roaming over her breasts to distract her from any discomfort. Through our bond, I feel the exact moment when pain gives way to pleasure—a shift in energy that has me fighting for control.

"Fuck me," she finally says, pushing back against me. "Both of you."

We establish a rhythm—Finn thrusting up as I withdraw, then I push forward as he pulls back. The counterpoint creates a constant state of fullness that has Rachel crying out with each movement. Then we move in sync, both entering her at the same time and fucking harder. The tight heat around my cock is maddening, the friction against Finn's length through the thin barrier between us adding another layer of sensation.

"I can feel you," Finn says, his eyes meeting mine over Rachel's shoulder. "Through her. It's incredible."

The marks on our chests pulse with increasing brightness, magic swirling around us in visible currents of gold, crimson, and violet. Each thrust builds the power higher, feeding energy into our bond until it feels as though we might ignite the very air around us.

Rachel begins to tremble, her inner walls clenching rhythmically around our cocks. "I'm close," she gasps, her voice breaking on the words. "So close."

"Let go," I command, reaching around to circle her clit with my fingers. "Come for us, Raelesha. Feed us your power."

She shatters with a cry that echoes through the jade chamber, her entire body convulsing between us. The force of her orgasm pulls at our bond, drawing us inexorably toward our own release. Finn goes first, his head thrown back as he pumps his seed deep inside her. The sight of his pleasure—combined with the rhythmic clenching of Rachel's body around my cock—pushes me over the edge.

I roar as I come, driving deep one final time as pleasure crashes through me in waves. Magic surges through our bond, amplifying the sensation until it borders on unbearable. Colors explode behind my closed eyelids—gold and crimson and violet swirling together into something new and powerful.

When the intensity finally ebbs, we collapse together onto the jade platform, our limbs entangled in a sweaty, satisfied heap. Rachel lies between us, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she catches her breath. The marks on our skin continue to glow, though with less intensity now, pulsing gently in time with our slowing heartbeats.

"That was..." Rachel begins, then laughs softly. "I don't even have words."

"Transcendent," I suggest, pressing a kiss to her shoulder.

"Life-altering," Finn adds, his fingers tracing idle patterns on her hip.

We lie in contented silence for several moments, allowing our bond to settle into its new form. Through it, I can feel Rachel's satisfaction, Finn's contentment, and beneath it all, a sense of rightness that I have not experienced since before my long imprisonment.

"I never imagined," I murmur, more to myself than to them, "that I would find this again. That I would be permitted such joy after so much loss."

Rachel turns in our embrace to face me, her eyes soft with understanding. "You deserve happiness, Zahraxis. We all do."

Finn's hand finds mine across Rachel's body, our fingers intertwining in silent acknowledgment of all that has changed between us. "I can feel both of you so clearly now. I often fantasized about what it would be like to have a mate, but never in all my life did I imagine it could be so sublime."

Indeed, our connection has transformed into something I have never experienced before—not with my previous mates, not with anyone. It is as though three separate melodies have woven together to create a harmony greater than its individual parts.

"What happens next?" Rachel asks. "How do you feel?" She rests her palm against my chest, over the pulsing mark. "Do you need more?"

"You tell me," I say. "We are bonded now, which means we share power."

She closes her eyes, and through our bond, I can sense her seeking that thread of power we share. She cocks her head and frowns, then opens her eyes.

Curious, she sits up and presses her palm to the jade beneath her. "It's humming," she says. Then her eyes widen. "Oh my god, I completely forgot we weren't alone!"

Finn chuckles. "We had help, yes. And from the feel of the room, I don't think we're finished." He tilts his chin to me. "Are we, brother?"

"Not quite. Not if the queen wishes me to be at full power for the fight."

A look of determination fills Rachel's eyes and she rises onto her knees.

"Then we'd better keep going. But this time, I don't want to hide. How do we open the curtains?"