We are locked in my chamber for the rest of the night. The servants leave wine and food outside the chamber door, and the princes bring it in for us to feast on between our lovemaking sessions. They still haven’t given me the bite, and they still haven’t taken me in the way that I fear most.

I’m a backdoor virgin, but I know the inevitable is coming. They told me as much because they continue to make comments as they prepare me to take both of them in turn. I’ve had them all over me. These princes seem to have an inexhaustible amount of stamina.

After a few glasses of wine and a bowl of fruit, they’re both ready to go again, but I tell them I must sleep at least for a few hours. Trav insists we go on. But Conyac assures him that we can continue making hilock after I’ve rested. I crawl into bed with both princes beside me and close my heavy eyes to sleep.

I’m woken to the feeling of hands on my hips, my belly, and my breasts. Stiff shafts are pressed against my back and stomach, lips kiss my cheeks and my neck. I’m instantly aroused, gushing between my legs, ready to take them yet again.

I crack my eyes open, seeing the faint pale light of morning seeping through the lattice covered windows. I groan as I stretch my back and turn over. I don’t know whose hands are where, but the feeling of four hands caressing my skin is already driving me wild.

“It’s time,” I hear Trav whisper in my ear. I purr as their hands continue to move over my skin. They are on either side of me, and I feel them hard against me. I am ready for whatever it will take to become queen. My inner dragon roars as I lift my chin to kiss Conyac.

Trav’s hand runs up my thigh, and I feel the trickle of oil run between my ass cheeks. Conyac’s hands run between my legs, rubbing the oil over my sex.

I’m sore from a full night of lovemaking, but my body opens to their touch nonetheless. Conyac lifts my leg over his hips and presses the head of his cock against my opening.

They wrap their hands around me and suddenly, I’m on top of Conyac and Trav is behind me. They lift me onto Conyac’s shaft, and they pull me down to the base. He’s deep inside but holds still as Trav rubs me from behind.

His finger presses into my well-oiled hole, dipping deep. My body stretches around him. I’m gasping and panting; my mind rebels against what I know is about to happen. Trav removes his finger and replaces it with the tip of his shaft.

Conyac kisses me all over my neck and chest, encouraging me to open. But I groan loudly as Trav begins to stretch my body open with his thick cock.

As he inches inside me, Conyac tilts back, pulling himself out, until he’s barely inside me. Trav sinks deeper as I whimper. My nipples are tight as buds, and my skin is pricked with goosebumps.

“Ohhhh,” I groan, as Trav sinks inside me. He holds me there before pulling slowly back. As Trav moves out, Conyac thrusts back inside.

The feeling of fullness overwhelms me and sends me into the stratosphere. My dragon is rolling and writhing with utter joy, and I cannot help but ride on the wave of her pleasure.

Conyac reaches down and flicks my clit as he kisses my neck and nibbles my ear. They pump in and out of me, alternating slowly but firmly as they take my body.

I shudder with release, almost against my will. The intrusion inside me feels like too much, but I’m coming anyway.

My body clenches around the stiff rods filling me to the brim. I cry out with pleasure and pain as I feel Conyac and Trav swell inside me simultaneously. We all come in a writhing mass of sweaty oiled bodies, and we fall back panting and sated.

“Oh God, that was insane,” I say, my chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. “Was that it? Why didn’t you bite me?”

“We aren’t finished yet,” Conyac says. “I need to fill your tight hole as well. Then and only then, we will bite you just as we release together.”

“Holy shit, guys, I don’t know how much more I can take. Isn’t once in my ass first thing in the morning enough?” I tease.

“I will be gentle. Let us bathe you again and eat something. Then we will be ready for the final act of bonding. We will make hilock together.”

I groan and roll over on my stomach. My body is like a live wire of need, and Trav’s hand on my ass makes me want to take them again already, right here and now.

I bound up on my knees and hop off the bed before trotting into the bathroom. I really could use a bath. My skin is covered in fluids and cum.

I let the tub fill and step inside. Conyac and Trav join me a moment later, and we wash each other lovingly. They focus on me, rubbing my hair and body with soap and oil.

I don’t know how I got so lucky. What girl wouldn’t want two hot dragon princes of her very own?

After our bath, we eat a hearty breakfast. I’m famished after so much sex. I don’t think I’ve ever done it so much in my life. I definitely have never done it with two men at the same time.

I’m wrapped in a robe, and the princes have clothing tied around their waists, their taut, tanned chests exposed. I eat my eggs, fruit and bread, gazing at their fine bodies, my own body buzzing in readiness to have them again.

There is a frantic knock at the door, and Trav stands to throw it open. Gizmel stands on the other side, his eyes wide with panic as Trav scowls at him.

“How dare you interrupt our hilock,” Trav growls.

“Sire, forgive me, please, it is an emergency,” Gizmel stutters.

“What could possibly warrant this interruption!?” he barks.

“Let the wizard speak,” Conyac says.

“Princes, the Org army is approaching from the south. They will arrive at the bridge in mere moments.”

“What? Why didn’t you warn us before?”

“I didn’t see it, sire,” Gizmel whimpers.

“There’s no time for this,” Conyac says, standing. “We will dress and be in flight, presently.”

We all hurry to put on our armor and meet in the front gardens of Castle Skyland. I see the smoke rising from the south and can hear the distant cries of the Org army.

“Will our hilock be broken?” I ask Conyac as Trav jumps into flight.

“We can pick up where we left off, princess, have no fear. Your castle will be safe, and we will become the royal triad.”

Conyac leaps into the sky, and I follow them. We fly over the land, and see the Org army approaching the suspension bridge between the mainland and Skyland.

We can’t let them pass. Skyland has no other defenses except the deep canyon. If they cross the bridge, the castle will be lost and all my loyal staff with it. There is no escape.

Trav dips low and blows his flaming breath at the bridge. It bursts into flames just as the first hordes of Org reach it. They push through the flames, screaming as they charge forward.

I let my sonic wave blast at them, and most of them fall to the ground or topple over the edge and into the canyon. Their bodies fly through the air in the endless fall to the canyon floor.

I hear the screams of the dying as the Org army crushes forward. The numbers seem to go on forever. Conyac swoops down and blasts his icy breath at the oncoming horde, but they are only replaced with another legion coming right behind them.

Trav dives to the bridge and clutches the suspension ropes with his claws, pulling with a mighty yank. The giants coming in from behind stride forward, their footsteps reverberating through the ground and air. A massive spear flies through the air and barely misses Trav as he yanks the bridge’s supports from the opposite side of the canyon.

The Orgs on the bridge tumble down the falling bridge and fall to their deaths like the last. The rest of the army is stuck on the other side. I land beside Gizmel and several of the servants, watching the Orgs screaming on the far side of the crevasse.

The princes join me where I stand. Conyac puts his arm around my waist, and I turn to duck my head into his chest. Trav places his hand on my back and lets out a long sigh.

“They are contained, for now, princess, but we can’t say for how long,” Trav says.

“They are bringing catapults forward and who knows what those giants are capable of,” Conyac adds. “We won’t have our dragon powers for another hour, and even then...”

“It looks like the entire Org army is at our door,” Trav says.

“There is a greater number still, waiting back at the mountain,” Gizmel states in a lowered voice. We all turn to the little wizard. “This is a tiny fraction of their total.”

“I cannot lose Skyland,” I say. “We must complete the hilock and defeat this scourge.”

“I couldn’t agree more, princess,” Trav says. “Let us return to your chambers and complete our bond. The power of the monarchs will run through our veins, and we will defeat our enemy with ease.”