Chapter 94 A taste of the past
There was something uniquely primal about the way Mordaine tasted.
A taste that brought to mind mountain peaks disappearing into clouds, sunlight filtering through tree canopies, and children dancing under moon light.
Images that were so vivid in my mind, I could paint them.
Images without source.
“Relax your throat, pet.” His wide palm was cradling my head from behind, holding it up for easier penetration.
In my hair, his other hand was moving, clutching at first, then massaging, running his fingers across my scalp in that way I could never rest.
I moaned around him, and he stiffened.
My underwear was damp now, nipples tingling and painful from how hard they were.
His eyes burned into mine as he started to inch in again. Feeling zesty, I slanted the tip of my tongue and pushed into his slit as I had seen Hale do once.
Mordaine’s eyes darkened, like someone had turned down the light in them. He bunched my hair in a fist then, grabbing the roots firmly till tears jumped into my eyes before easing up again.
His thrust was wicked this time, forcefully prying into my mouth as his belly clenched before me.
“Your happiness is delicious after all.” He threw over his shoulder.
“You don’t say.” Hale returned in false surprise, and finally walked to stand beside him.
“I will have to find out for myself,” he said in that seductive deep voice. “But first...”
“Fuck…. Hale!” Mordaine gasped as Hale cupped his balls, squeezing gently. “Wider, fairy, I want him hitting the back of your throat. Can you do that?”
I gave him a nod, and the simple movement broke Mordaine’s control.
Surprise, and then hunger, flashed in those silver eyes for a second and fizzled out again.
Inhaling, I leaned down, tears filling my eyes as my mouth stretched around his girth, pulling him deeper, the flat of my tongue stroking his underside.
My reward was his reaction.
His jaw was tight at this point, tense as he clenched his teeth tightly. He pulled back all the way out and slammed back into my throat again.
“Relax your throat every time you take him, fairy, and swallow as he pulls out. It will hurt less with every thrust.”
I was so wet.
Wet from his wicked thrusts.
This moment was similar to that day I crawled for them, the object of their selfish desires as they each burned for me. Only it was better.
I had a man so powerful bound to every tiny movement from me.
Every flick of my tongue, tilt of my head, and change in my breathing pattern made his abdomen clench, his jaw tighten and his eyelids flutter.
Holding a dragon at my tongue’s mercy was a different kind of high. And as Hale continued to message his lover's balls, talking dirty and goading him the whole time, my clit started to pulse.
Mordaine was flexing his hips at this point, small movements at first, toying with my gag reflex.
“Don’t stop.”
Hale stepped away, and turned towards where my legs were bound back.
“And if you move too much, you’ll hurt yourself.”
His words made no sense. Till suddenly, I felt his claws, slipping between the lace of my underwear and then, rip. Air filled the space my underwear had been.
And then warmth.
Warm mouth closed my clit and gave it a single suck. My body jerked.
Mordaine hissed as my mouth squeezed around his shaft in reflex, my throat gripping his crown.
Below, two fingers were parting my labia, warm breath fanning my wetness, and then he moved his tongue, flat and wide, from the bottom to the top.
“gods, Hale.” Mordaine cursed, "What are you doing to her?"
My thighs were shivering, my abdomen flexing as blowjob tears streamed down my cheeks.
All my moans became vibrations around his dick as his girth was plugging my mouth, stretching it out so no room was left.
“Don’t curse at me now.” Hale breathed into my pussy, still keeping my labia peeled back with his fingers. “You had countless opportunities to tell me how good her pussy tastes, but you just had to be selfish.”
He pressed his lips to my entrance in a kiss. “Dragons never really unlearn selfishness now, do they?”
His tongue started to flap, inching from my entrance upward, not missing a spot. He stopped just before and clit and started all over.
All my moans were around Mordaine’s dick, and poor man, he could not stand it anymore.
He grabbed my hair by the root, so firmly that my nerves fired alive, and started to thrust into me.
Long, deep thrusts that pressed my nose against his public bone every time.
And every deep thrust made my body jerk against the rope, intensifying every sensation from Hale’s tongue.
Hale pressed a finger against the soft skin between my pussy and booty hole, and started to massage in a circular motion, just as he began to lick at my clit.
“You look like you are about to burst.” His lips were against my clit as he spoke and the vibration from his throat made my toes curl. “I thought dragons were famed for having more stamina than us mortal men.”
“Shut up, Hale.” Mordaine exhaled through clenched teeth, staring deep into my eyes. Flexing his hips. Fucking my throat.
Hale latched onto my clit then, sucking fast and hard.
My reaction to this sent Mordiane feral.
Both men turned my body into a transmitter, an instrument of lessons and consequences.
When Hale wanted me to swallow around Mordaine's dick, he simply sucked my clit harder, forcing me to inhale.
Every shiver from his wet massage on my perineum caused my head to bob up and down his lover's length. And his lover countered this with deep thrusts that hit the back of my throat with force.
Mordaine was very audible now, swearing every time he had to pull out of my mouth, and push back in.
“Come Daine, we promise not to tell anyone.”
More swearing. Dirty curses.
In response to this, Hale shoved a wet finger a couple inches into my bumhole.
Naturally, my body jerked against the ropes at the sudden invasion, and Mordaine broke apart before me.
Hot surges of liquid shot down my throat, as my abdomen clenched, and I fell over the cliff of my own orgasm.