Chapter 5
The instant the words passed her lips, she wished she could take them back. He flew at her faster than the eye could see. He grabbed her and spun her around away from him. He pushed her two steps forward toward the window and shoved her against it hard enough to bruise her hips.
He crushed her with his body from behind, and his hands slithered around her stomach. His fingers burrowed between her legs and mashed the sensitive lips inside her pants. “Don’t tell me you want that straw man doing this to you. Don’t tell me he lights your fire like I can.”
She arched against him, but his fingers tickled a forgotten source of fire in her guts. She panted through parted lips. She fought against his arms, but not to get away. She had to throw herself against him, into his arms, against his hard body.
“Take a good look. Do you see it?”
The mountains filled Reyna’s whole view outside the window. Clouds raced across the purple sky, and the sun lit them from above. Gleaming golden highlights burnished their edges and played shadow games on the ground.
In the far distance, a black shape moved across the sky. It soared closer, made a pass over Harkniss Keep, and landed on a nearby mountain peak. A big red dragon flexed its massive wings, and a lick of flame escaped its mouth when it yawned. It turned its glistening eyes toward the Keep and caught sight of her watching it.
Damen bent her forward and purred into her ear. “Take a good look. Take a look and see for yourself.”
She looked. The giant lizard curled its long body around the mountaintop to settle into its nest when another dragon swooped in from the east, from the direction of the Keep. Its skin glowed bright gold. It banked around the summit, and the red dragon lifted its spiked head and screeched at the golden visitor.
The golden dragon swept its wings forward and extended its legs toward the ground. It touched down next to the red dragon, and the two reptiles faced each other.
Damen’s hand rubbed Reyna’s pussy harder. He drove her hips down hard on the stone windowsill. Wave upon wave of passionate desire swept over her, but she couldn’t take her eyes off the two dragons. They gave her a message, a message from Damen. What was it? She searched her innermost soul for the answer. The answer lay somewhere in her boiling cauldron of desire. She rocked her vulva against his hand to stimulate herself, and a ragged moan croaked out of her mouth.
He ground his bulging crotch into her ass from behind and she arched her rounded buttocks into it. She needed it between her legs. She had to pulverize her raging flesh on his prick or she would die.
He plunged his hand into her pants, and his electric skin touched her raw opening. Her wetness surrounded his fingers and sucked him into her vacuous hole. He dabbed at her engorged cunt with a rumbling sigh. Before she could react, his fingers slipped inside.
The dragons did a little bowing dance around each other. Their heads bobbed and weaved up and down, and their long tails whipped the air. Then, in front of Reyna’s eyes, they both sank into the ground and disappeared. The mountain itself swallowed them whole.
Now for the first time, she beheld two people on the mountain. She hadn’t seen them before with the dragons in the way. One was a tall man, well built and powerfully muscled. The other was a slight woman with glowing blonde hair. She looked remarkably similar to Haya, but younger. The man resembled Damen, with finer features and wider shoulders like Rohn’s.
He couldn’t be Damen, though, because Damen was, at this moment, bending her over the windowsill and murmuring into her ear. “Do you see? Do you understand now?”
She didn’t understand. The two people sit down next to each other on the mountain. Where were the dragons? Reyna couldn’t get her mind to comprehend what happened to them. They could come back at any minute. Then those two people would be in danger. Why hadn’t they been in danger when they were up there with the dragons? Maybe they knew the dragons. Maybe the Krataks kept these dragons as pets. That would make sense.
Reyna couldn’t think with Damen grinding into her from behind. The whole scene made so much sense to her. She couldn’t conceive it being any different. Her desire washed over her and gave the whole incident the surreal quality of a dream.
Damen stuck his tongue into her ear. “That’s it. You like that, don’t you?”
She sank down on his fingers, but he had other ideas. He yanked her shirt down to let her breasts swing free. They swayed to and fro with every movement of his hand. Did those people out there see her bare chest with the sun warming her nipples?
He pushed her forward against the windowsill, but he kept his hand wedged down her pants from the front. His thick finger massaged her tortured G spot until she moaned.
With his other hand, he pulled her pants down from behind. Her voluptuous ass stuck up in the air for his scrutiny. He ran his hand around its bright globe with a satisfied purr. Then he plunged his hand down into the crevice between her cheeks.
Reyna sang her moaning song to the silent mountains. She sang to those mysterious people at the summit down the valley. They sat side by side in earnest conversation. They had no idea she was cracking apart on this windowsill to give birth to a different person.
He slid his fingers up and down her slit in front. At the same time, he plowed the fingers of his other hand through her delicate furrow from behind until they met in the middle. Reyna surfed the waves of those rising and falling fingers until the rivulets of sweet syrup dripped from her lips.
He raised his rear hand to her crack and spread her cheeks to expose the gaping orifice tilted up toward him. He forked around her opening with two fingers before investigating her secret channel with inquisitive probes.
Reyna thrust her hips back to catch those penetrating fingers. He found her spongy and inviting, and his knuckles bumped her tissues with expert strokes. “That’s nice. Yeah, that’s real nice. Mmm, yes. That’s nice and sweet.”
He bent down and lashed her swollen cunt with his tongue. He beat his hand in and out of her molten crevice while his other hand rolled the hood off her clitoris with every stroke.
Reyna lifted her eyes to heaven. In reverse, the people vanished and the two dragons rose out of the ground. The golden one screeched to the red one, and the red one hissed its terrible battle cry. The golden one swooped skyward with one powerful beat of its wings and disappeared eastward over Harkniss Keep.
In the same moment, something hard and warm touched Reyna between her legs. Damen’s fingers weren’t inside her anymore. He angled his stiff, hard tool into her cleft and stirred her vapors with its noxious tip. “Is that what you want? Do you want it that way?”
She couldn’t answer. She could only sob in naked lust. Even facing out the window, she sensed how big and hard it really was. No man ever came near her with anything like it. Just to check, she put one hand behind her and circled it with her fingers.
It throbbed in her grasp, mammoth, iron, monstrous. What kind of beast was this, that had her bent over and sighing for his spike? He would tear her apart with his first thrust.
He pumped it into her hand. “Yeah, baby. You know you want that. Is that your straw man? Did he nail you with his straw cock? Did he make you cry, baby?”
His words stung. How could he know how a small man left her sad and lonely after a night together? How could she betray Whitney by thinking of him with another man’s cock in her hand? It wasn’t his fault he was so much smaller that he couldn’t fill her up.
Could she stand this? Would her body break in half when he tried to plow that thing into her? Even now, he leaned his hips into her. His tip pushed her pussy open, and his rod jammed into her hole.
She cried out from the sheer size of it, but she had to let it go to its work. The instant she let it go, he planted his meaty hand on her back and shoved her down. The hard stone chilled her breasts, but the cold danced across her nipples and sent fireworks exploding before her eyes. He held her down flat on the windowsill and stuffed his giant meat into her waiting cunt.
She tried to rear back, but he kept her pinned. “You’re mine. I’ll have you. I’ll make you scream. Tell it to the mountains, baby. Tell them all about how much you love it.”
She yelped at every invasion of his prick into her twitching box. He leaned his weight on the hand against her back. The other hand he levered against the windowsill to give him the power he needed to pump her full of his burning shaft. Bright pearls of pleasure dripped from his tip and mingled with the oozing nectar of her desire.
He knocked her free with a pounding rhythm. He drove her higher with every stroke of his piston. He nailed her to the windowsill until she sang the way he wanted her to.
What was she? Was she an angel, fallen to this planet to understand the pleasures of the flesh? Was she a devil, to turn her back on the civilized rules of her own society? Was she a woman, who could enjoy this relentless intrusion from some rude sex machine?
She was none of those and all of them at once. She was pure sensation, with no anchor, no connections. She was nothing but a hole that kissed the jackhammer entering it to the limit. She was a mouth crying out her existence to the stars. She shrank from his rough touch. At the same time, she called it to her, to take her and destroy that fragment of existence she once called her life. The rougher he treated her, the quicker that fragment would disintegrate and disappear.
She rose on endless waves of orgasmic rapture, into the mountains on leathery wings. Nothing made any sense anymore, but she didn’t try to understand it.
In a flash, he pulled her off the windowsill and picked her up in his arms. Her breasts pointed up at him with their two erect tips. He sucked them and let them spring back against her chest. He swung her around and set her down on her knees facing away from him on the bed.
With one sweep of his hand, he pulled her pants the rest of the way down and discarded them on the floor. He pulled her back to the edge of the bed and plunged his cock into the hole he prepared for himself. His powerful shaft touched the most sensitive parts of her inner passage. She gripped the coverlet with white-knuckled fists, but he controlled her with his powerful hands on her hips. He guided her back into his thrusts.
Was this how Haya felt when Callan claimed her for his own? Was this what she meant when she said Callan dominated her and owned her? What must it have been like to be owned and possessed by two of these men, who had their way with her and drove her to the heights of passion with their demands?
She backed her ass up against his pounding thrusts. She needed this. She never experienced anything close to this before. His massive cock filled her in a way no other man could.
She threw back her head, and he grabbed her by the hair. He split her furrow with his indomitable spike. It ravished her G spot until torrential waves of orgasmic ecstasy rippled out from her center to the tips of her fingers and toes.
She looked back over her shoulder at his gnarled face. He gritted his teeth, and his eyes flashed fire. “Take it, baby. Take it. Is that hard enough for you? Is my cock big enough to fill you up?”
“Oh, yes. Fill me up. I need it.”
She didn’t hear what he said in response. Her rising chorus of shrieks drowned out his voice.
She looked over her shoulder to kept her eyes locked on his face. Before her eyes, he changed into something unrecognizable. His face twisted into an animal mask of molten fury. His shoulders spread out to fill her whole view. He loomed over her with outspread arms and talons flexed to grab her.
The patterns under his skin flickered across his face. They consumed his eyes in purple clouds of swirling smoke. Purple tendrils grew up over his cheeks and around his eyes. They changed the color of his skin until not one inch of that copper hue remained. He gleamed bright purple before her eyes. Only the tiny indentations of scales interrupted the new pattern.
He opened his mouth in a wild bellow of rising passion, and his jaws extended toward her with fangs protruding from his lips. Smoke trailed from his nostrils.
He twisted his head around to thunder to the skies. His hair flew out of his face and spread a fan of spikes along his forehead running down his neck to his back. The spikes disappeared between those great looming shoulders surrounding her on all sides.
His head swung around, and his neck bent forward at an impossible angle. His gaping jaws closed around her neck from behind, and the hot alien seed poured into her molten core.
Reyna swirled through the cosmos on cresting waves of rapture and radiant delight. She couldn’t separate the hallucinations of orgasmic release from reality, but that didn’t matter. She was with him. She had him inside her. She drank him to the dregs, and her own pungent mixture married with his spunky syrup to form a blessed concoction of their combined essences.
She soared out that window over the landscape. She looked down on Harkniss Keep from a height above the clouds. The sky welcomed her and surrounded her with pleasant drafts lifting her higher still. She drifted over the planet until the stars shone through the thinning atmosphere.
When she came back to the ground and got her thoughts in order, she found Damen standing next to the bed. He pulled up his pants and straightened his buckler. Reyna studied him. No trace of her vision remained. He was nothing but a man with copper skin. Now and again, a glitter of bright gold flashed across his skin, but she could see no other trace of the scaly purple color pattern.
He caught her looking at him. “Are you all right?”
She turned around and sat down on the bed. She pulled her shirt up to drop her breasts back inside her clothes. “I’m fine. Are you all right?”
He nodded. “Perfect.”
“You better go out first.”
“Why is that?”
“We don’t want anyone seeing us together.”
He planted his hands on the bed and bent down to kiss her. “I don’t care if they do see us together.” He straightened up. “And you shouldn’t, either. You deserve to feel good.”
“I do feel good. I’ve never felt better.”
“Good.” He kissed her again. That kiss got longer and longer until he laid his hand on her thigh and squeezed it. “I could take you all over again.” He tore himself away. “I’ll go first. Stay here until I have time to get down to the hall.”