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It was official. Sarah Coleman had been on shift at The Coffee Castle for a few hours too long.
Sure, it was normal and customary for her to be weary at the end of an exhausting day; even so, said fatigue did not generally inspire the curious image of dragons in flight.
Yet sure enough, a casual glance out the front window of The Coffee Castle produced the image she’d seen many nights in her dreams: the vision of two towering dragons with wide spanning wings, long stately tails, sleekly scaled forms, and eyes that seemed to gleam forthright in her direction.
“They’re so beautiful, just like in my dreams,” she breathed, “only they just don’t belong in this world.”
Excusing herself for her nightly dinner break, Sarah took leave of The Coffee Castle and headed for the wide open field that bordered the establishment—and sure enough, the dragons that she’d spotted through a broad bay window followed in her wake.
Criminy. Sarah had had enough.
“Okay, you dragons,” she admonished the giant, bewinged green creatures who now stood before her in a fragrant golden field. “It’s all fine and good for you to show up in my dreams, but when I’m trying to put in an honest day’s work and two oversized lizards with wings show up to distract me, well, this is simply where I draw the line.”
The dragons before her looked at one another, cocking their heads in what seemed to be a show of keen curiosity.
Then they both began to laugh. Hard.
“We are sorry to startle you, my dear,” said the dragon on the left, whose voice sounded eerily familiar to Sarah’s ears. “Perhaps you would prefer to see us in a different form?”
Without awaiting an answer, the duo dissolved in a sparkling flash of pure emerald light, emerging seconds later as they assumed their promised different forms.
Forms that, she couldn’t help but notice, seemed familiar to her eyes.
Not to mention fully and markedly naked to these same eyes.
“Gabriel and Lachan?” she asked, squinting confused as she beheld the tall, statuesque forms of her dashing young lovers.
“Our queen!” the brothers announced in unison, striking a low courtly bow before their lady.
“It is indeed us, the men who adore you,” Gabriel continued, adding in a low, serious tone, “only, in our thus far joyous communications, we have neglected to tell you the truth.”
“Yay,” Lachan agreed, shuffling his freshly morphed feet beneath him. “The truth is, my lady, that we are princes of the dragon realm. And we’ve been haunting your dreams, almost every night.”
“Yet we have a good reason for doing so!” Gabriel interjected quickly, holding his hands up before him in what seemed a defensive stance.
Sarah shook her head.
“Can’t wait to hear it,” she said vaguely, at this point questioning her very sanity.
Gabriel chuckled.
“Well, as it turns out, Love, Lachan and I are brothers—dragon princes who have come to you from the farthest reaches of the Planet Vertania,” he explained. “When our father, the good King Dracor, bid us to find our mate, we sought the consult of a mystical orb to show us her identity.”
“And the lovely lady revealed to both of us, dear Sarah,” Lachan continued, “was the same lovely lady now standing here before us. So, with that in mind, my darling, we leave it to you to choose between us.” He paused here, adding with a saucy grin, “But before you do, Sarah, do allow us to make our cases one more time.”
“Together,” they said as one, opening their arms to her.
Moving forward as if in a trance, Sarah soon lost herself in four encircling arms as desire overcame her, her face erupting in a dreamy smile as both of her lovers coated her cheeks and neck in a tender rain of sweet baby kisses, also holding her warm and close between their two sculpted bodies.
She gasped audibly seconds later, as Gabriel most literally swept her off her feet, staring deeply into her eyes as he carried her to a whisper soft patch of grass surrounded by a circle of ruby red roses.
“I aim to prove to you, my lady, that I can be every bit as naughty as he can,” he released on a whisper, pulling her closer to him. “And that I can please you even better.”
Lachan had heard enough.
“Oh, I know a challenge when I hear one,” he snorted, descending to the ground beside them in a single smooth flourish as he wrapped his arms around Sarah’s shoulders.
Together, the brothers stripped their lady bare as she writhed desirous between them, and as an attentive Lachan massaged her work-worn shoulders and whipped the long strands of his midnight black hair softly across her back, Gabriel fondled her breasts and rounded stomach as he kissed her smiling lips.
Sarah lost herself to the feeling as both men caressed her, their hands canvassing her body as she pressed herself tightly into a cocoon of pure, hard muscle.
The contrasting softness of their lips on her face and neck lulled her into a pleasurable trance; one that Gabriel enhanced as he swept her into two encompassing arms and plied her with the sweetest of kisses.
Their hips pressed tightly against one another, this intimate contact creating a divine friction between them as she entangled her hands in his silky golden hair.
The couple’s bodies slithered together as he rubbed and massaged her buxom breasts, his long hard shaft rising to tease her tender feminine cleft.
Not to be forgotten, an impassioned Lachan rubbed his entire body against hers as his magical fingertips kneaded her back and squeezed her buxom rear.
Even as she continued to kiss and caress her golden-haired lover, she reached back to run her free hand down the length of Lachan’s magnificent torso, then lowering her fingertips to coddle and caress his long, reverberating rod.
Rearing his head back with an aroused roar well worthy of a dragon prince, Lachan writhed and gyrated hard against her back as Gabriel saw to her front; seeming intent to distract her as he reached his hand downward to part her feminine folds, rubbing and kneading her sensitive nub as she sighed with delight.
Opening herself to him with a lusty sigh, she welcomed her golden-haired lover as he surged fully and finally into her, his long, wet tongue advancing forth into her mouth to match the rhythm of his deep and divine penetration.
Still she continued to rub and stroke Lachan’s shaft, relishing his attentions as he nipped and licked the back of her neck and his hands stroked her long soft hair.
She took in her breath moments later, as an impassioned Gabriel moved and shifted within her, until the tip of his cock stroked a soft fleshy spot just inside her entry.
“I promised you the ultimate pleasure,” he whispered against her lips, adding as he clutched her body to his, “and I intend to deliver.”
With these words, he tossed his hair forward to cover and tickle her sensitive breasts, at the same time thrusting forth his shaft to ignite her equally sensitive G-spot.
Sarah squealed outright against Gabriel’s lips as ecstasy overcame her, radiating free through her entire body as she herself delivered a mighty stroke that sent her dark-haired lover over the edge.
Soon the trio’s ecstatic cries filled the air above them, intermingling with the sound of singing gulls overhead as Sarah stretched languidly in the grasses beneath her.
Turning her gently in his arms, Lachan picked a dew-glistened ruby red rose from the ground beneath them and rubbed its petals over her breasts and down her rounded tummy, all the while kissing her lips at a leisurely, languid pace.
Not to be forgotten, Gabriel kissed his way down her neck as he stroked her shoulders and back, whispering in her ear as he praised her strength, her kindness, and her beauty.
Her face erupted in a giddy grin as Lachan lowered his rose between her legs, coaxing open her feminine folds before tossing aside the flower and replacing it with his talented fingertips.
His free hand cupped her flushed cheek as his kiss intensified, their tongues entangling even as she reached her free hand backward to caress Gabriel’s firm muscled chest and tickle his solid abs.
She moaned against Lachan’s full luscious lips as he rubbed and coaxed her enflamed nub; his sensual movements coating her being with a rain of intense erotic sparks.
Whipping her shoulders with his long blond hair and rubbing his hard-planed body against her back, Gabriel lowered his head to her neck and nibbled its sensitive nape, intensifying her pleasure as she clenched her soft thighs around Lachan’s nurturing—if devilish—hand.
Then, in an instant, her being exploded in another incredible climax; her heart pounding and her pulse reverberating as both of her lovers held her body fast and tight between them.
Finally, the trio collapsed together in the soft luxury of emerald grasses slathered in beams of newly born moonlight; a stunning spectacle that reminded the brothers of home.
“Have you made your choice, my darling?” Gabriel whispered in her ear. “If so, then we would like to take you home with us…to meet your future father in law and tell him which of his sons you intend to marry.”