Dymme Ollur knew that she would not be like other dragons. She wouldn’t wait for centuries to pass before deciding to start searching for her mates.

Nope.

She had decided at the young age of seventy-five that she would search for them. Everyone knew of the dragon curse. It was a curse that was so vile, that if a dragon did not find a mate, the dragon would fall into an eternal sleep.

Not Dymme.

For the past twenty-five years, she had lived on her own to prepare for the time she would find her mates. Lately, she had kept an eye on the shifter message boards and heard of another triad who had to rush and mate because the dragon curse had begun to claim one of the females.

Dymme was deathly afraid of being claimed by the dragon curse.

Her dragon snorted.

Not them. They wouldn’t have to worry about the dragon curse because they weren’t going to waste any time.

Dymme walked into her bedroom from the bathroom in nothing but her towel. Fresh from her shower, she planned to begin her search in the morning by flying out to search by territories.

She sighed, letting her towel drop to the floor. Her long brown hair hung down her back in waves, brushing the curve of her ass. The cool air kissed her naked flesh as she made her way to her oversized bed. When she had bought it, she had kept her mates in mind. Once she found them, she wanted to ensure that she had room for the three of them.

She turned off her bedside lamp as she crawled into the bed, excited for her upcoming travels. Her eyes caught sight of the door to the balcony that was still open, but she refused to get out of her bed to close it. Her neighborhood was safe, and there was nothing like fresh ocean air streaming into the room.

She snuggled down under the blankets as she imagined her mates, wondering what fate would have in store for her. Would she belong to a triad that was made of two strong males and her? Or would she be in the rare triad of two females and a man?

The news she had read on the shifter blogs were that the most recent triads were two females with one male. She didn’t have a preference of combination, she just wanted her mates by her side.

She turned to lie on her back. Were they out there thinking of her too? Were the two of them together already, looking for her?

Her pussy grew slick with need, imagining her first time with her mates. Would they like her breasts? Her nipples pushed painfully against her blanket. She removed the blanket and gasped as the cool air kissed her nipples. Groaning, she reached for her breasts and cupped them in her hands, imagining her mates fondling and squeezing her painfully erect nipples.

What she wouldn’t give for them to suck her aching breasts into their mouths. Her legs spread wide as she thought of her mates running their hands along her sensitive flesh, causing her to thrust her hips forward for her imaginary lovers. Goose bumps littered her skin as she massaged her soft mounds.

“Where are you?” she murmured, sexually frustrated that her mates were not there to take her. Her small hands slid down her soft belly, gliding to her valley down below. Her small fingers knew the way to her destination. It was a road they had traveled many times. “Mates. I need you.”

Her small fingers parted her slick labia and slid deep into her slick channel. She gathered the moisture that waited for her and guided it to her hidden nub.

She kicked her legs free from the restricting covers as she imagined eyes on her, watching as she pleasured herself.

“Yes,” she hissed, rolling her clit between her fingers. She squeezed her breast, rolling her nipple between her fingers as she continued to flick her sensitive flesh.

Her eyes shut tight with the imagery of her mates urging her on. It was as if she could hear them muffled in the back of her mind.

She ached to be filled by the cock of her imaginary lover. She rolled to her side and opened the bedside drawer to find her perfect toy. A single girl waiting on her mates got lonely, leaving her to collect substitutes.

Not that the substitutes could ever replace her mates. They were just a stand-ins. The moment she found them, there would be no more need for her toys.

Her mates would be her toys.

She brandished her thick dildo that would help her along tonight. Mr. Biggs was the nickname she had given it. It was thick and long, and would give her what she needed.

The evidence of her readiness was currently coating her thighs and pussy lips. She positioned the head at her opening with one hand, and used her other to massage her clit.

Her breaths came fast as she thrust the cock deep inside. She cried out from the invasion. It had been a while since she had used Mr. Biggs.

“Fuck,” she muttered as she pulled it out and thrust it deep within her again. Her fingers flew across her clitoris. She imagined the cock belonging to her mate, as her other mate watched and used hers, or his, fingers. “Oh, God.”

Her moans filled the air as she brought herself closer to completion. Mr. Biggs pounded inside of her, stretching her.

She was almost there.

She unconsciously sat forward with her legs wide in the air as she continued to fuck herself with her thick toy. Her mate would tell her how much he loved her, as would her other mate, just as they used their fangs to nip at her nipple.

She cried out for her mates as her orgasm slammed into her. Her muscles grew tight as her body trembled while riding the waves of her release. Her body slowly lowered and she rested against her pillows, the dildo still nestled snuggly within her soaked pussy.

Her heart began to slow down as she took a few deep breaths. She twisted it once before withdrawing it.

“Oh, mates. I need you.” She thrust the cock deep inside of her again. The hairs on her skin stood up, as she once again thought of someone watching her. She chuckled at the strength of her imagination.

Dragons had voracious sexual appetites. One orgasm wasn’t enough for Dymme.

No. She ached for more. She ached for her mates, but tonight, she had Mr. Biggs, and he would have to do.

“Okay, Mr. Biggs,” she gasped, bringing her legs up in the air so she could have full access to her pussy. “Round two.”