Dragon Breeder 3 by Dante King (motivational books for students txt) 📗

up against the rough stone wall, pounding into her with a savagery that she clearly delighted in. Her long, blonde hair, wet with bathwater, slapped into my face as she lunged in to kiss my neck and face like a striking cobra. Her nails dug into my back as I spun her around. We knocked a shelf full of armor polish, ancient arrowheads, and military books clean off the wall.

“Fuck, yes!” Saya grunted, her lips mashed against mine. “That’s it. Don’t fuck me like a man. Fuck me like a dragonmancer!”

We teetered around on the spot and smashed an innocent side table to splinters. With the impact, a surge of animal satisfaction passed through me, vibrating through every cell of me. It was far from unpleasant. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up, and the skin along Saya’s buttocks and legs turned to gooseflesh under my palms.

What made sex with these two women so electric was that, somewhere, behind our human emotions and human needs, lurked the dragon.

Saya and I smashed our way around our dorm room, while Elenari lay exhausted and content on the sofa and watched us, her fingers toying casually with her own nipples or, occasionally, her pussy.

Eventually, I put Saya down on one of the sideboards and pounded into her with that single-minded intensity that can only lead to one outcome. The blonde dragonmancer’s hands were behind her head and pressed flat against the stone wall. Her eyes were screwed shut in rapture as we fucked, her fingers digging into the mortar of the wall itself.

When my pumping pace had reached an unsustainable velocity, Saya arched her back.

“Yes!” she screamed and, at the exact same moment as her, I came. There was a crunch as I pressed her up against the stone wall so hard that part of the block behind her actually crumbled away. Both of us, however, were too far gone to care about that.

Saya pushed backward—an almost involuntary spasm—from the wall. Such was the unbridled strength of the shove, that the two of us were sent reeling backward and flopped over the back of the sofa and landed sprawled next to Elenari.

It took more than a little while for the beating of our hearts to return to their resting rates, and a couple of seconds more for Saya to unhook her ankles from around my ears. When that was done, all three of us sank as deeply into the enormous velvet sofa as we could, breathing heavily.

Sweat tracked down my chest, running down my pectorals to take the path of least resistance down my breastbone. My face was flushed with the passion and intensity of what the three of us had just enjoyed.

Saya’s leg was draped over my thigh. Our two limbs glued together with sweat and other bodily fluids. Her bright blonde hair was stuck across her gorgeous face, a few strands dark with perspiration and bath water, her forget-me-not eyes shining contentedly in the light of the fire burning in the central hearth.

Elenari got up, prowled nimbly over to her bed, and grabbed a couple of blankets. She tossed one to Saya, who flung it over both her and as much of me as it would cover. Elenari then snuggled into the far corner of the sofa.

“That was…” I said, my dopamine-soaked brain struggling to put the experience into coherent syllables. “That was really… That was really something.”

Saya cracked a bright white smile at me.

“Your eloquence never ceases to dazzle me, Mike,” she chuckled tiredly. “You know, you’re lucky you’re so easy on the eye.”

“Ouch!” I said, clutching my hand to my chest, as if I’d been struck in the heart by a crossbow bolt. “You really know how to treat ‘em mean to keep ‘em keen, don’t you, gorgeous?”

I reached under the blanket and gave Saya’s incredibly toned ass a pinch. The blonde warrior squeaked and wriggled a little.

“You know, Michael Noctis,” she said, when she had settled back down. “I think… I think I’m ready to help bear you another dragonling. What we have—what the three of us share, it is special, yes?”

“I reckon so,” I said gently. In a vivid flash of sudden recollection, I recalled how I had been on my way to meet a Tinder date on the day that the thief had my phone stolen and ended up running into Elenari. On the day that all of this had started.

How casual, inconsequential, and hollow those relationships back on Earth felt to me now. No doubt it was because the women that I had met since that day had turned out to be some of the most intimidating, accomplished, badass females that I had ever had the pleasure of meeting.

“I too wish to bear you another dragonling, Mike,” Elenari said, slicing neatly into my reminiscences. “That is why this mission, this sojourn into the Subterranean Realms, must not fail.”

“We have to succeed,” Saya seconded. “You have to succeed.”

I looked at the two gorgeous women lying sprawled on the sofa. Elenari, with her elfin, almost pixie-like grace, which belied a fierce savagery underneath. Saya, as muscled, fit, and intimidating as any Valkyrie, who could tear a man in two and then drop you with a softly spoken word.

“Don’t fret,” I said with a vehemence that steeled my bones and sinews, “I’m not going to fail. How could I, with you guys watching my back?”

Elenari placed a hand on Saya’s shoulder. Saya reached up and squeezed it.

“Besides,” I said, “as much as I’m doing this for the continuation of dragons as a whole and the good of the Mystocean Empire, there’s something more important to that. At least to me. If I don’t go into those goddamn Subterranean Realms… well, Wayne needs us to triumph and complete our mission.”

The fire crackled and popped as the crumbling logs shifted