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Rachel

B oth dragons waste no time. Before I can blink, they've turned their heads, each exhaling plumes of flame that sear right through the shimmering silver curtain as if it's nothing more than paper.

Beyond the destroyed barrier are even more creatures than were present when we entered the room. Their auras betray their natures, dragons and humans together, tangled in an array of positions and states of coupling. At the very front, I'm sure I even see Racha, perched on a jade ledge while a broad-shouldered man with black hair kneels between her spread thighs, eagerly going to town on her pussy.

"There weren't that many when we came in…" I whisper, eyes bulging as I scan the rest of the room. Some of the dragons are shifted, fucking other shifted dragons. Some of the humans are being mounted by male dragons. Some female dragons lie with their tails lifted while their human partners fist their engorged dragon snatches.

"Most dragons can't resist the invitation to an orgy in the middle of the day," Finn says. If word got around the building, it's no wonder more are showing up.

He gestures toward the entrance, where still more people enter. The dragons are obvious from the exhalations of smoke that cloak them briefly, dissolving conjured clothing before fading away to nothing. The humans pause long enough to disrobe.

And all around us the stone floors of the room undulate and shift like a living thing, creating surfaces more conducive to coupling, like the central platform the three of us still rest on.

Power vibrates through, warming my naked skin with tingling surges. Finn slides a hand up my inner thigh and gently coaxes my folds apart to find my clit. His touch is gentle, but enough to light me up as if I haven't just had two epic orgasms back-to-back.

"What do you say we add more to the mix? He gains exponentially more power from his own mates, after all."

Zahraxis is looking languid and relaxed now, as if he's in his element. I rise to my knees with a wicked smile and sling a leg across his lap. His flaccid cock rouses almost instantly and his gaze fixes on me, eyes brightening. But he touches my hip briefly.

"Allow me to clean myself first…"

"Oh, I'm not fucking you this time. At least not your cock. Lie back." I press my palms against his immovable chest, and he lifts one eyebrow as if amused I just dared to give him an order.

I scoot close enough that my breasts brush his chest and cup his face in my hands. He's big enough that even on my knees with him seated, we are eye to eye. I press my mouth to his, briefly savoring the hungry way he kisses me, then pull back. "I'm going to ride this tongue next, Z. Let's see how many times you can make me come if I sit on your face."

That does it. His gaze grows molten and he reclines, hands already tightening around my hips and pulling me up his torso. I laugh, then let out a startled whoop when he lifts me easily and places me back down right where he needs me, my dripping pussy poised over his full lips, which he licks as if he's about to eat me for dessert.

With a wicked glint, he extends his dragon tongue, the long, pink of it whipping up and pushing against my wet core. I let out a surprised gasp as the twin tips part me easily, then twist around my clit in the most delicious way.

"Oh god," I moan, hips bucking involuntarily at the absolute pleasure that shoots through my lower extremities.

Finn chuckles. "You asked for it. Now you get to watch the show."

"I think we are the show," I murmur, already losing myself to the sensation of a tongue as thick as any man's cock pushing its way up into me. Around us the orgy has gradually shifted, as if all the bodies are part of a singular curious beast with a hundred eyes. It's exhilarating being the focal point, especially since I can feel every single surge of magic coming from the room straight through the floor and know that someone else just climaxed while watching me ride a dragon's tongue.

"Now what am I going to do with myself? Should I just watch?" Finn muses.

I glance at him where he's reclining next to Zahraxis, head resting on one hand while he casually strokes his hard cock with the other. Licking my lips, I shake my head.

"Let me finish what I started before," I say in a breathless demand. I reach for him and he rises slowly, then steps close, planting his feet just above Zahraxis' head. His thick, rigid length fills my vision, but before I can grasp him, he tips my chin up with one finger.

"Will you let me have my way with this pretty mouth? Because I've been dying to fuck your mouth the way you're fucking his right now."

Being able to take a fully shifted dragon's cock in my pussy is one thing, but after my first attempt at sucking Finn's dick, I'm well aware of how much a challenge it'll be to take him the way he's suggesting.

But I want nothing more than to please him right now, so I nod, mouth already watering in anticipation of feeling his cum slide down my throat at the end of it.

When I reach for him, he tuts and takes my hands, placing them on his hips. "I've got this, beautiful. You just go for the ride."

He begins by painting my mouth with the tip of his cock and the gathered fluid there. My lips tingle with the magical essence that coats them, and I reflexively lick.

"That's right, taste me. I want you ready to take my whole cock down your tight throat. Now open."

I open my mouth obediently, and Finn slides the tip of his cock between my lips. The smoky taste of him fills my senses as he pushes deeper, one hand cradling the back of my head.

"That's it," he encourages, his voice rough with desire. "Take me deeper."

I tighten my grip on his muscular thighs, fingers digging into his flesh as I steady myself between both dragons. A shudder courses through him at my touch even as I take him deeper into my mouth.

Below me, Zahraxis continues his delicious assault, his dragon tongue delving and twisting in ways that make my thighs tremble. Both dragons' pleasure mixes with my own through our newly formed bond, creating a feedback loop of sensation that threatens to overwhelm me.

The jade beneath us pulses with renewed energy as the ritual participants respond to our display. Their collective power flows through the stone, up through our bodies, amplifying every touch, every sensation. Zahraxis groans against my core, the vibration sending shockwaves of pleasure through me.

Finn begins a gentle rhythm, careful not to push too deep as I relax my jaw and throat in an effort to adjust to his size. His cockhead rests hotly against my tongue, a salty, silken sensation, and more delicious than I was prepared for. "You're doing so well," he murmurs, his crimson eyes locked on mine. "So perfect for us."

I hollow my cheeks, creating suction that draws a hiss of pleasure from him, as I slide my hands around to grip his firm ass, pulling him deeper. His aura flares bright red, tendrils of it reaching out to twine with the golden glow surrounding Zahraxis. Violet strands of my own magic weave through their combined energies, binding us tighter with each passing moment.

The chamber around us thrums with power as new participants reach their peaks. Each climax sends a fresh surge of energy through the jade, feeding into our connection. Zahraxis' tongue finds that perfect spot, and I moan around Finn's cock, my hips grinding down against Zahraxis' face.

"She's close again," Finn says, his voice tight with restraint.

Zahraxis responds by doubling his efforts, gripping my thighs to hold me in place as his tongue works its magic. The pressure builds, coiling tighter with each expert stroke. When he slides one hand up to press against the mark on my chest, the dam breaks.

My orgasm crashes through me with such force that I have to release Finn's cock to cry out. My entire body convulses as wave after wave of pleasure radiates outward from my core. Through our bond, I feel my climax trigger something in both dragons—a surge of power that flares through our auras, and has Finn's mark glowing brighter on his chest.

"Don't stop," Finn urges, guiding himself back to my lips. "The magic is building."

I take him in again, eager to please, to feed the growing power between us. I reach between his thighs and cradle his balls with one hand while I wrap the other around the base of his shaft. He lets out an eager groan, fingers tightening at my nape to push his cock deeper until I'm forced to breathe through my nose. My eyes water, but I'm not about to let him stop until he's finished and I've swallowed every delicious drop.

Zahraxis continues his relentless pace, driving me toward another peak before the first has fully subsided. The sensation is almost too much, bordering on painful, but the magic demands more.

Around us, the ritual participants have fallen into a synchronized rhythm, their collective energy pulsing in time with the three of us at the center. The jade beneath us has begun to glow, veins of light spreading outward from our platform like a spiderweb of power.

Finn's rhythm falters as he approaches his release. "Rachel," he groans, his voice strained. "I'm close."

I redouble my efforts, taking him deeper, desperate to finally taste him. I clutch at his thighs, feeling them tense beneath my fingers. Zahraxis chooses that moment to slide two fingers inside me while his tongue focuses on my clit, the dual stimulation sending me spiraling into another climax. The timing is perfect—as I convulse around Zahraxis's fingers, Finn roars his release, his seed spilling down my throat in hot pulses.

The magic crests, a tidal wave of power washing through all three of us. I can feel Finn's mark on Zahraxis blazing through our bond, while Zahraxis' mark on Finn burns with equal intensity. My own chest feels like it houses a small sun, the combined sigil radiating heat and light that bathes us all in its glow.

My thighs shake with effort to stay up, but Zahraxis continues gently licking my swollen pussy, and it feels too good to let him stop just yet. As if sensing my waning energy, he cups my ass, holding me up while he licks me clean of my orgasm.

Finn seems just as reluctant to extract himself from my mouth, but finally lets out a satisfied sigh and retreats. I collapse forward, grateful when Finn sits and gathers me against his chest. Zahraxis sits up, pulling my legs across his lap, his golden eyes almost luminous with power. But even brighter is his mark—a crimson dragon intertwined with violet flames, pulsing with power.

"I feel it," he says, his voice deeper, richer than before. "The power returning."

He lifts one hand, and golden flame dances across his fingertips—not struggling sparks, but a controlled, powerful display that casts dancing shadows across the jade chamber. The dragons surrounding us respond with their own displays of power—jets of flame in every color arcing toward the ceiling, creating a kaleidoscope of light and heat, coupled with a harmony of roars of triumph.

Finn brushes his lips against my ear. "Look at him," he says with a note of awe. "You've brought him back."

Indeed, Zahraxis radiates power in a way I haven't yet witnessed. His aura has expanded, golden light pulsing outward to fill the space around us. The darkness that once threaded through it has vanished, replaced by pure, radiant gold and the most euphoric sensation that rivals the afterglow of sex with the two men I love. Even his human form seems to have settled, the constant shimmer of scales beneath his skin now all but nonexistent.

"Not just her," Zahraxis says, meeting Finn's gaze over my shoulder. "Us. This bond between us." He reaches out, cupping Finn's face with a tenderness that makes my heart ache. "I never imagined such a thing was possible." He leans close and presses a gentle, almost reverent kiss to Finn's mouth.

Around us, the golden light pulses and expands to fill the room. A collective, satisfied sigh emanates from our observers. When I peek around at them, I find almost everyone is in a similar state of relaxation.

The three of us stay locked in that embrace as the ritual's energy gradually subsides. After a time, participants begin to disengage, their purpose fulfilled now that Zahraxis' power has been restored. The jade beneath us cools, the glow receding back into the stone like the tide pulling away from shore.

Racha approaches, wrapped in a shimmering green robe that materializes from her smoke as she walks. Her expression is one of satisfied approval as she surveys the three of us.

"The power flowing between you three is impressive," she says, her eyes tracking the energy patterns only dragons can see. "You've melded together remarkably well for such a new bond." Her gaze settles on Zahraxis. "How do you feel, Golden One?"

Zahraxis straightens. "Whole," he says simply. "For the first time in three thousand years."

Finn rises, carefully placing me on my feet before exhaling a stream of crimson smoke that swirls around all three of us, solidifying into soft robes. The fabric settles around my shoulders, warm and surprisingly comfortable against my skin.

"The battle preparations?" he asks Racha, his demeanor shifting instantly from intimate to tactical.

"Tomorrow," she says. "The war council meets at dawn. For now, rest. You'll need your strength." Her gaze lingers on me. "All of you."

As she turns to leave, Zahraxis' voice stops her. "Queen Racha." His formal tone carries a new note of respect. "There is one matter I would discuss before we face the Titans."

She turns, one eyebrow raised in question.

"Nikhil," Zahraxis says, the name like gravel in his mouth. "I am told he fights with us now."

A shadow crosses Racha's face. "Yes. He arrives tomorrow to join the council."

Tension ripples through Zahraxis' body, transmitting through our bond like electricity. Finn steps closer, his hand finding Zahraxis' shoulder.

"Brother," he says quietly. "Remember what we discussed."

"I remember," Zahraxis replies, his voice tight. "But I must see for myself. I must know."

Racha studies him for a long moment. "Vengeance is a luxury we cannot afford, not with the Titans at our door." Her tone softens. "But understanding... that I can offer you."

She glances between the three of us, her expression unreadable. "Be ready to put this behind you. We need you all focused for the battle to come."

As she walks away, I lean back against Zahraxis, feeling the steady beat of his heart against my spine. Through our bond, I sense the conflict within him—ancient rage warring with newfound peace, the desire for vengeance battling against the pull of our connection.

"We'll face it together," I say, reaching for Finn's hand to complete our circle. "Whatever comes."

Zahraxis presses his lips to the top of my head, his breath warm against my hair. "Together," he agrees, both a promise and a prayer. As Finn's hand tightens around mine, I let the moment wash over me. I never asked to be claimed by dragons. I just stopped pretending I wasn’t already theirs.

The jade chamber grows quiet as the last of the participants depart, leaving the three of us alone in the soft, pulsing glow of the living stone.