Chapter 29

MADELINE

My mates sleep soundly for the better part of the next twelve hours. After taking some pain medication and hydrating, they’re out like lights. Not even the rumbling thunder of an incoming storm can rouse them.

I take advantage of their deep slumber, tucking them in with the furs I’ve gathered, ensuring they’re snug and warm. Then, I seize the opportunity for some much-needed alone time.

I settle down with my book, occasionally pausing to rummage through the satchel filled with gifts for my twins. Eventually, I find myself engrossed in my book, comfortably nestled by the fireplace that I’ve lit myself with the aid of a lantern.

I stack the logs high and curl up in my own cozy corner, losing myself in the risqué narrative of my novel.

I anticipate a dark romance, but this is something else entirely. Each chapter is brimming with the electrifying chemistry between a Dragon King and his slave. They are childhood friends, but now as adults, their relationship has taken a turn.

She confesses her love, and he responds with a condition—she has to submit to his every command. She feigns submission, curious about what it entails. What follows is a series of sexual encounters, each teaching the other about their desires.

Eventually, she can’t hold back her feelings and proposes marriage, but he rejects her, claiming he can’t marry a mortal slave. Heartbroken, she leaves. Now, nearing the end of the book, she is about to marry a local man from her city!

Upon learning of her impending nuptials, her Dragon swoops in, reclaiming her and chaining her to his bed. He threatens to brand her, and I am left on the edge of my seat, anticipating the revelation of their mating bond when the brand will inevitably cause her no pain… she’ll be immune to his fire, and, and… then…

I have to close the book, my mind reeling, my body responding to the hours of reading. My mates are still asleep… but my imagination is wide awake.

I don’t need the book anymore. Beneath the furs, I touch myself, my mind filled with the scenes from the book, imagining Hael and Lochness’s reaction if I were to marry a mortal man!

They’d swoop in on my wedding night, chaining me to that table over there, not with soft leather but with cold iron and chains. They’d claim me as theirs, promising that I’d never escape, never be free from the table and the relentless pleasure.

~We’ll fuck you every day until you can’t think of any man, only us,~ I imagine Hael growling the threat. ~Your owners,~ Lochness would add, then kiss me hard, their green flames caressing every inch of me—their hands gripping my breasts, my thighs—

I bring myself to the brink of climax, my fingers working my clit as I pull the furs over my head to muffle my cries. The pleasure washes over me, but it’s fleeting.

It would last longer if my mates were here, guiding me through it, leading me to multiple peaks of pleasure. Of course, they’re bedridden when I’m this aroused! How incredibly frustrating!

I roll onto my stomach, burying my face in the fur, the book nestled in the crook of my arm. Eventually, the heat becomes too much.

I squirm and stretch out, poking my head out and glancing towards the bed platform. Hael and Lochness have materialized, now standing over me, their nostrils flaring.

~We can smell your desperation,~ Hael growls. ~Let’s see what you’ve done on your own, mouse.~ I blush, speechless, as they both lift the edges of my fur, revealing the evidence of my orgasm.

It’s not just my pussy, my thighs are slick from hours of reading and pleasure. I don’t think they’ve ever seen me this wet!

“Completely soaked, while we were sleeping too,” Lochness murmurs, his voice husky, still sick but now more aroused. “Greedy little mouse.”

Despite their pallor, Hael and Lochness both look better than before, and they want me, just like this. I’m not sure I can resist them either.

Before Hael can reach down, I spread my legs without them asking, showing them just how wet I am. They both gaze at my glistening pussy, slick with arousal.

Hael doesn’t hesitate any longer. He scoops me up in his arms, carrying me to the table and laying me down. He holds one leg upright, gripping my ankle.

Lochness takes hold of my other ankle, his gaze fixed on my pussy. “You were projecting that fantasy,” Hael murmurs in a low drawl. “…We’ll oblige you in making the fantasy real, mouse…”

He runs his hand over my pussy, parting my lower lips and studying my pink center. “This needs a cock ramming into it,” Hael sneers, seemingly talking to himself.

“Your tight hole is going to be destroyed. Bane also makes it harder to cum.”

“Dragon’s Bane does what?” I squeak in alarm, my eyes darting to their cocks, now longer and more veiny than usual.

“Shh, slave, accept your fate,” Hael soothes, rubbing my clit while Lochness is completely entranced by my pussy, now probing it with two fingers. He fucks me with them, slowly twisting them inside, looking surprised by how much natural lube I’ve produced on my own.

The wet, squelching noises are almost embarrassingly loud. I try to close my legs, but they bend my ankles back.

Lochness withdraws his fingers to quickly secure my shackles; they both decide to lock me down. They don’t do it haphazardly, but exactly how I imagine it in my fantasy.

My wrists are secured to the corners, my ankles pulled back and locked to the upper corners. Hael has a strap for my waist, tying me down so my pussy is completely exposed and on display—I can’t close my legs now.

Just being in this position sends a blush spreading over every inch of my naked skin. I glance at their shafts and my eyes widen at the sight of their dicks already leaking cum, their balls doubled in size.

I quickly look up at the ceiling. ~Be gentle,~ I plead.

“Don’t be scared, princess… I want to fuck your pretty pink pussy with my tongue first… fuck and feast… oh Madeline, I wish you could look at this treasure you made all on your own. A beautiful perfect slave pussy… fucking read more filth, mouse,” Lochness murmurs, his voice a low growl as he moves back between my legs.

His mouth claims me as his hands spread over my thighs, kneading my flesh while he indulges in me, his tongue exploring my folds, my depths.

He closes his eyes and dives in, tasting every part of me. I’m immobilized, bound by my restraints, and all I can do is watch. It’s making me sweat.

This is so intense. I want to see them do this more often.

Hael looks drained. He stumbles back to a bench and sits, stroking himself as he watches me with fevered eyes. “One at a time,” Hael reassures me, “gentle lovemaking, since you’re being so good at being naughty.”

Hael gives me a charming smirk. “Your fantasy confirms that you deeply crave a surrender that involves complete submission. We’ll give it to you just as you imagined, mouse.”

I respond while I’m being devoured, speaking with a confidence that’s only a bluff. “W-well I’m still a good ole brat, H-Hael, I just wanted to climax, we all imagine wild things, when we want to… to… oh, hi, Nessy.” I laugh nervously as Lochness climbs onto the table and moves over me.

I swallow hard and hold my breath as he takes hold of my wrists and his shaft presses against my wet and ready center. Lochness shivers slightly from his lingering illness, but he slowly sinks into me, stretching me. I cry out from the intense pleasure as he fills me completely and starts moving in a slow, gentle rhythm.

“Madeline,” Lochness murmurs, smiling as he kisses me softly and sweetly. He pulls back to tell me, “We won’t be able to climax until we sweat the last of the poison out of our system… it’ll be painful for us for a while… but we agreed on one little thing.”

Nessy releases his grip from one of my wrists to grasp my neck, squeezing gently, testing my limits. “We might as well push you to your limits with it. We’ll all endure as we speed up our healing.”

“It feels good for me,” I whisper back defiantly. “At least I can find release, even if you can’t.”

“You will, darling, many times, but we’ll keep going, taking turns… naughty slave,” Lochness murmurs as he moves closer, his hips pressing me down. I gasp as he nuzzles my ear, his weight pressing into me, his breath heavy.

He’s panting, and he’s filling me so completely I can only tremble with a lingering climax that shudders through me while he remains hard and hot within me. “Mm… Maddie, you’re so tight,” Lochness chuckles a little crazily as he pulls back and starts moving slowly again.

“Even your pussy wants to slay me,” he laughs at his own joke. “Bad rat.” He then leans down to kiss me. But with the mention of tightness—Hael stands up, interrupting us.

“My turn,” Hael drawls. Lochness uses more effort than usual to move his tall frame off the table, stumbling back to the bench with a wet, glistening cock.

He’s so weak he can’t even touch himself. Hael climbs onto the table and slides into me, kneeling and shuffling closer so he can stay upright and explore a different part of me, hitting my sweet spot every time with his shallow thrusts.

I see his abs glistening with sweat, his brow fevered as he forces himself to keep up the rhythm. “You’re both too weak… you’ll die making love to me,” I whimper.

“Be careful. I’m s-supposed to be taking care of you, you’re not supposed to be—eek!” Hael grabs me with one hand, his thumb roughly circling my sensitive clit.

“Be quiet,” Hael growls low. “You’ll serve me without further comment. Just lie there and submit.”

I hesitate but eventually whisper, “…yes, Master…”

Hael almost smiles, but he’s distracted as he continues to stimulate my sensitive spot, moving in me slow and gentle as promised. It doesn’t change the fact that they’re always hard and hot when they’re inside me, creating a friction I can’t cool down.

It’s designed to drive me to climax every time. Dragon mates were cruel and demanding lovers. I stare at the ceiling, biting my lip, breathing through my nose.

“Good girl, Maddie, just take it like that, surrendering to your fate, taken like an animal, a slave to your mate’s desires. No mortal man could make love to you like this.” Hael leans over me now, grabbing my ankles, thrusting deep and hard out of nowhere.

Now he simply delights in watching me squirm. I scream out as I climax violently. Hael slowly leans down to savor my breasts, treating them like a delicacy, all while his hips are moving in and out, slick with my arousal.

My body is wound too tight, my muscles twitching but my limbs immobilized. I’m in a world of heightened senses and overwhelming pleasure, but I can’t feel him climaxing anytime soon.

Hael is soon shuddering with pain, leaning back, half-way out, still full. Lochness and Hael share a tortured look.

“We need to sweat this out quick,” Lochness growls a suggestion. “By the fire—we’ll make love to her by the fire. In the fur.”

“Mm, we need to climax or we may do permanent damage,” Hael reasons. “All right, let’s get moving.”

They both work quickly around the table to unlock my restraints. But the moment I’m free, Hael scoops me up off the table and takes me back to my fur and my book.

He kicks the book into the fire! “My gift!” I cry out, lunging forward to save it. He grabs my arms and pulls me away from the fire.

But they’re not concerned about that. Hael is behind me, waiting for Lochness to lie down first. He pushes me onto his brother’s chest.

Hael moves behind me, and they sandwich me tight between them as we lie on our sides. First Hael wraps the fur around us, keeping us dangerously close to the fire’s heat.

I’m already sweating and feel fevered myself. “I’m going to fucking melt,” I gasp between their bodies. “You’re already both running hot..”

“Join us in the heat.” Hael’s pulsating shaft slips into me from behind. The unexpected sensation makes me wince, a mix of discomfort and pleasure washing over me.

“Damn,” I gasp, my voice barely a whisper. Lochness lifts my leg, draping it over his hip, allowing him to enter me.

They don’t move, though. Instead, they pull me closer, their bodies pressing against mine, their dicks snug and growing inside me. “It’s too much, it’s too hot and you’re both too big,” I protest, squirming in their hold.

They only tighten their grip, their amusement echoing through our bond.

“No, I don’t want to be remembered for dying from too much dick,” I whimper, my body convulsing as I climax from their touch. Tears stream down my face, and Nessy gently cradles my jaw, licking away my tears while Hael’s thumb circles my sensitive clit.

“You’ll climax every minute,” Hael murmurs in my ear. “You don’t have a choice.”

“Yes, sir, oh, fuck you,” I retort, squeezing them both as they begin to move within me. We’re all in agony now, the pleasure too intense. Hael can’t even scold me—we’re all too consumed by the heat.

Hael keeps his thumb on my clit, while Lochness kisses my cheeks, waiting for more tears each time I shudder between them. Their arousal continues to grow, but they don’t find release.

Time seems to stretch on forever, my body convulsing in pleasure over and over again. When they finally start moving in earnest, I can feel their readiness, their bodies slamming against mine.

I can’t take it anymore! I need to tell them!

“Cum for your princess mouse,” I plead. “Oh, please!” Both of them sink deep and groan together, their dicks pumping load after load into my pussy. They simply don’t stop.

When they finally do, their pain eases and their fever cools. I’m panting, trying to wriggle free, but they hold me tight.

And then? Their bodies finally relax. I’m free from this exquisite torment!

“Good job, you did it, you’re better now… Hael… Nessy…?” I murmur, their heads buried in my neck, their arms still wrapped around me. “Now, let me breathe,” I whisper, waiting for their response.

Their bodies have relaxed. They’re breathing slowly, utterly spent. They’re asleep, finally at peace. At least they’re not squeezing me so tightly anymore.

Their bodies shift slightly away from mine, giving me a bit of space. I can breathe a little easier, but I can’t escape their hold. They’re too big, their muscular arms too heavy.

I’m trapped in their warmth, their bodies entwined with mine. Damn. I guess this isn’t the worst way to die, from Dragon cuddles.

And the best part? They’ve sweated out the rest of the poison. They’ve survived and recovered early. And I helped them get there.

I now understand the true power of my body. It can save a Dragon’s life. And? Something even more amazing—I could become a mother in another six months.

I haven’t given it much thought. Older, wiser mothers tell me not to worry about it. I’ll be ready when the time comes.

I place a hand on my growing belly, feeling drowsy. I could use a nap. Soon, I’ll have to take care of four big babies.

Just kidding. But they are needy and rather demanding. I better get some rest while I can, before Hael and Lochness wake up, ready to claim me all over again.

I glance over and see my book, slowly burning to ash in the fire. I’m a little sad—I never got to finish it. But it’s okay.

I have my dream right here. I always wanted a pet Dragon. And I have two! Hael and Lochness are my loyal pet Dragons, even if they don’t realize it. And me? I’m their little princess, and always will be, because my Masters? They belong to me first.

At least, that’s how I like to imagine it.

~Oh, little mouse,~ Nessy teases in my mind, ~that is a sweetheart’s fantasy.~

~And very cute, Madeline~ Hael adds, his voice sleepy and amused. It seems my imagination is stirring them.

I decide to be…bold. “Just say it once…,” I whisper. “Are you my pet Dragons?”

~Just say yes,~ I plead in their minds, ~please?~

I wait. At first, they do nothing. They think. Hael sighs and leans in, his teeth nipping at my earlobe as he growls, “Yeah, all right. Imagine it.”

Nessy places his hand on my throat again, lifting my face to his.

Lochness kisses me hard and soft, his green eyes swirling with magic, as I look up into his soul, scared he’ll deny me.

~Always, I am yours,~ he drawls with hooded eyes, still claiming my mouth.

“And don’t ever, ~ever~, ask again,” Hael growls, watching us. I relish the long and slow kiss with Nessy.

But Hael gets jealous and pulls me back to him, demanding his own kiss.

~I love you, brat,~ Hael snarls in my mind, feeling my smile against his lips, ~you fucking brat. Smug, aren’t you?~

~You said brat twice! But I am double brat for double the masters,~ I tease, ~and I am smug, sir.~

Hael smirks against my lips. ~You’ll always be a smartass.~

~Mmmhmm. By the way,~ I open my mouth wider, sharing his warmth,~ I love you too.~