He shivered and immediately ripped out of her quim. She gasped and then she was flipped over onto her stomach, with his hands rushing her ass upwards into the air. Then he was in her, pushing deep and pounding into her until she was screaming out her bliss, clamping down on his shaft. He growled and moved faster, rutting into her until she begged for his cum. “Please Raild, no more. I can’t take anymore.
The man chuckled and pulled out of her. She mewled, knowing he wasn’t ready to come yet. She looked over and saw him lay down on the ground next to her. Her eyes fed on his hard length standing upright between his legs and she licked her lips, wanting to taste him too. Her mouth took in the head, convinced that she could get him off in that way. The only problem was that it caused a throbbing ache inside of her and before she knew it, she was crawling over his body, straddling his cock. She was taking what she said she could not any longer, moaning loudly as she sank down onto him.
Raild played with her bouncing tits, rubbing and massaging the tender skin underneath them before pulling on the hardened tips. He let her go at her own pace and twice she pushed herself over the edge, before his hands went to both sides of her hips and pushed her down as he thrust upwards. The movement took her breath away and it was all she could do to stay upright. When she felt the hand pushing her forward onto Raild’s chest, she saw Bradey behind her. It was clear what he wanted and she opened wider, trying not to clench both holes too tightly.
He moved forward as he always had, with blinding force. Raild’s mouth covered hers, muffling the screech that came out of her mouth. With both inside of her, she felt she would be ripped in two. Raild kissed her softly, lovingly even as she tried to accommodate them both. She was to have them both many times in the future and by the time the two men had sawed in and out of her to their own completion, Tenia just laid on the ground, dazed and panting.
***
She was barely awake when she was taken high up on a Cliffside in a large nest. She lay between them with the debris sticking in her sides and she rolled closer to the heat of Raild.
“Can one of you guys change back? I bet it would be so much more comfortable.”
There was surprise on Raild’s face, the reality that she truly did accept them as they were, in their true form. It was burdensome to be trapped in such a useless body as a human’s, but necessary for some things. His eyes darkened with the thought, but when he looked over at her, she was near sleep between them.
Raild’s change was fluid, and she immediately turned towards him. He lifted her up and she lay nestled against the heart that she had stolen from him. He ignored his brother’s eyes, but noticed that he too changed back, but she was already asleep against Raild.
“You were right dear brother, she is the one.”
THE END
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Dragonking’s Baby
Dragon Shifter Romance
By: Lisa Cartwright
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Chapter One
Arabella was sullied now. A widower left childless and alone on a large tract of land. Her husband Henrick had given his life to help protect their country, Cestrin, and she had nothing left of him other than memories and some old clothes.
“Arabella! Open up!” a woman’s booming voice echoed through the heavy wooden front door.
Arabella was still in bed, awake but unmoving as she watched the iron fastenings on the door rattle while the fat countrywoman from up the road pounded on it. It was the third day she had been by, this time though she hadn’t left after only a few minutes of being ignored. If anything, Arabella’s silence intensified the woman’s need to get her to answer the door.
With a heavy sigh Arabella rose from the bed, her long dark hair knotted and unkempt, and her face dirty with tear stains down her cheeks. The house mirrored her appearance. Dust had started to appear on every surface, the floorboards covered with dirty boot prints from visitors during the funeral a month past.
“Mrs. Gildon,” Arabella sullenly greeted the frustrated visitor.
“Dearie. I’m so glad you finally answered. I just wanted to make sure you were getting by alright,” the plump Mrs. Gildon announced while glancing past Arabella at the forlorn and seemingly abandoned front room.