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“What’s wrong, Nyx?” Cailian asks. “What is it?” He straightens, waiting for us to deliver bad news. “Rarity?” His gaze falls to me.
The doors slam shut behind me and I jump from the loud bang. Nyx stomps forward, charging Cailian in determined strides. Our elf stumbles backward, his back hitting the window that overlooks his kingdom. Nyx stops directly in front of Cailian, muscles tensed, jaw clenched, smoke fuming from his lips. His hand binding Cailian’s neck so he is pinned against the wall.
“We don’t have the time for you to look like this.”
“Like what?” Cailian gasps.
“Like you’re readying yourself for a feast.” Nyx tugs the towel off, letting it fall to the floor at Cailian’s feet.
My mouth waters when I see his cock freed, lying semi-hard against his thigh. His stomach trembling with every inhale of air.
“You’re naked and wet from my bath, you’ve draped yourself in my towels, and your hair is dripping water down your skin, and you expect me to stand here in front of you unbothered? I just killed one of my dragons for disrespecting you and nowall I want to do—” Nyx reaches between Cailian’s legs, grabbing his cock “—Is disrespect you.” Nyx turns his head, leaning in, ghosting his lips over Cailian’s. “Wouldn’t you like that, My Darling Jewel?” He cuts his coal-burning eyes to me. “How much do you want to see me fuck our firebond? Will you get wet watching us? Will you fuck your fingers while I fuck him? How badly do you want to hear him scream my name?”
I whimper, my clit throbbing and my hole aching to be filled as I become wet imagining them in the bed.
“I want that very much,” I manage to say as Nyx’s arm moves up and down while stroking Cailian.
“Now Rarity and I don’t have time to enjoy you, Treasure. I hope you realize how much trouble you’re in because of this.” Nyx grabs Cailian by his plump ass, lifting him fast and pressing him against the wall.
Cailian’s tongue flicks out to wet his lips before they part. He wraps his legs around Nyx’s waist, his eyes wild with confusion and want.
Our dragon slides his hand around Cailian’s back, the elf’s nipple hardening from the quick caress Nyx’s thumb steals. He hooks his hand around Cailian’s shoulder pressing his body down until Cailian gasps.
“Do you feel what would happen if I wasn’t dressed? I could just slide into you, filling you until you tighten around me, begging me to stop, begging me for more, just begging me to do whatever I fucking wanted to you.”
Cailian rocks his hips, sliding his hard cock across Nyx’s stomach. “Nyx, please. Look what you’ve done. I need it,” he groans.
“Me too. We can be fast.” I slide my finger down Nyx’s crease before clutching his tail and stroking it.
Nyx looks from me to Cailian, debating if we have enough time before making up his mind. His hand locks around my throatand slings me against the wall next to Cailian. His hand slides up my thigh while his mouth latches onto Cailian’s.
They kiss with desperation, their tongues colliding, and Nyx’s forked tongue teases the bottom and top of Cailian’s. Nyx’s fingers slide under my panties, pushing through my wet lips, and he growls into the kiss at the same time.
“Gods, my firebonds are going to be the death of me.” Nyx peppers kisses down Cailian’s neck, sucking on the space just below his ears. “Too tempting for me. How will I survive a day without being inside you both?”
“Best not to risk it,” Cailian mumbles. “I feel like I’m burning up. Nyx, fuck me, please— please—”
Nyx inhales Cailian’s scent before his finger slides free from me, slips up to my clit, and rubs the bundle in small circles.
“Your heat is closer. I smell it in your blood,” Nyx says, burying his nose against my throat next. “Fuck, you too. We have to be careful. We can’t force the heat forward. We have to control ourselves.”
“I don’t want to.”
“Me either,” Cailian agrees, grabbing Nyx’s erection through his tented pants. “Please.”
“My firebonds will never have to beg for me.” Our dragon fumbles with the ties of his pants and just as he frees his cock, there’s a loud knock on the door. “No,” he yells, pressing his forehead against Cailian’s. “Go away. I am with my firebonds.”
“The clothsmith, Prince Dovenyx.”
“Fuck!” he curses, taking a step away from us.
His ink-colored hair slightly tangled and messy from Cailian’s rough attention. His lips are swollen, the familiar coals of his eyes are lit with arousal and he’s aiming them right at us.
“Later, when we have no obligations, I expect both of you to lie down and present yourself to me.”
Cailian swallows, taking my hand for support, and I eagerly take it.
“Are we clear?”
