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

pillows and blankets. If anyone had been listening outside the tent, I was fairly certain that they would have heard very little.

“... yes, deeper and slower…” Tamsin hissed at one point as I plunged into her from behind, safely concealed under the wolf fur blankets.

Eavesdroppers might have heard the very faint, sucking sound of the hobgoblin eating Penelope out, while the Knowledge Sprite deepthroated my throbbing cock as quietly as she could.

“Oh gods,” Penelope whimpered a handful of minutes later as she ground herself down on top of me, “oh gods, I’m so close!”

We fucked this way and that, but with a selfless care that maintained the unconscious states of the other two women.

Tamsin and I brought Penelope to a gushing climax first. The quivering Knowledge Sprite soaked the blankets as she orgasmed with my cock inside her and Tamsin’s long hobgoblin’s tongue lapping at her clit.

Then, Tamsin slid on top of me, using Pen’s juices as a lubricant. The two of us fucked until, with a hoarse cry of, “Yes! Yes! Yes!” shouted into a pillow by Tamsin, the two of us came together.

We broke apart with a soft squelch, and the three of us snuggled into the disarray of blankets that had only sixty minutes previously been a decent camp bed.

I whispered, “Right, now who’s on lightning cider duty?”

* * *

We were all gathered around the campfire outside of our tent a little while later, when a runner came bearing news from the command tent.

“Ladies,” the orderly said, inclining her head at Elenari, Saya, Tamsin, Penelope, Renji, and Amara, “and gentleman, I have express instructions from General Shiloh.”

“You best spill the beans then,” Saya said, mopping up some beans off her plate with a hunk of black bread.

“The General has decreed that only Dragonmancer Noctis and his two bodyguards, will be heading into the Subterranean Realms at the back of the advance column,” the orderly said, with an admirable lack of preamble for a young woman being eyeballed by seven dragonmancers.

Silence greeted these words.

“What?” Amara said stonily. “Why? What does General Shiloh mean by this?”

The orderly swallowed, stared at a point some four inches over the top of Amara’s head. “It’s not my place to interpret the General’s orders, dragonmancer.”

“Did General Shiloh give a reason why?” I asked, cutting across what was likely to be a serious protest from Saya.

“Only that it was in the best interests of the mission as a whole that the rest of your party stay here at base, in reserve,” the runner said. “She bade me tell you, if you appeared… disgruntled, that Dragonmancer Noctis will be protected by two of his finest warriors.”

“Is that right?” Elenari scoffed. “Who could protect him better than all of us?”

“General Shiloh has put Dragonmancers Jazmyn and Ashrin on Dragonmancer Noctis’ protection detail,” the messenger said.

That stopped Saya in mid-syllable.

Tamsin looked up from the piece of liver she had just been about to stuff into her mouth.

“Is that true, Mike?” she asked.

My mouth was full of bacon so all I could do was nod.

I hadn’t mentioned the fact that I had already met and sparred with the higher ranking dragonmancers. We’d been more concerned with using our last night before the mission began to simply enjoy each other’s company.

“No way,” breathed Tamsin, her eyes wide with admiration.

I swallowed. “What?” I asked.

“Dragonmancers Ashrin and Jazmyn are living legends, Mike!” Elenari told me as the messenger took this lull in attention to scamper away.

“Really?” I asked.

Penelope nodded, leaning forward in the way that meant she was about to start waxing lyrical.

“Oh, indeed,” the Knowledge Sprite said, enthusiasm coming off her like radiation. “Dragonmancers Jazmyn and Ashrin are renowned throughout the Empire! I can hardly believe that you have not heard their names before, Mike! They have assassinated minor kings who challenged the Mystocean Empire, taken out entire armies by landing in the middle of their encampments, slain giant hydras and other monstrous beasts.”

“So what you’re telling me is that my traveling companions are a couple of the biggest and baddest professional ass-kickers the Empire has to offer?” I asked.

Amara snorted. “Yeah,” she said, twizzling a strand of her platinum hair between her fingers, “that about sums it up.”

Saya leaned forward and pointed an accusatory finger at me.

“Listen here, you,” she said, her bright sapphire eyes twinkling knowingly, “promise us all that, if you find whatever ingredients are needed to restore your potency, you don’t squander it all on those two famous hussies.”

I raised my eyebrows and looked around at my six companions.

“Ladies,” I said, aspiring to keep my face serious, “what makes you think I’m going to find a quiet moment down in the Subterranean Realms to fuck two of the most revered badasses in this Empire? I’d say we’re going to be pretty busy. I doubt there’ll be time for fun of that kind. It’s not a fucking hike we’re going on, you know?”

This statement was met with a silent chorus of eye-rolling. Even Renji joined in, and she and I hadn’t even slept together.

“Mike, we’re very fond of you,” Penelope said, “but if ever there was a man who could find time in the middle of an adventure for a little slap and tickle…”

The rest of the women laughed as I got to my feet with my hands raised in mercy.

“All right, all right, I’ll try my best to behave,” I said jokingly. “Now look, I better get out of here and see if I can find these two heroes who are meant to be holding my hands through this expedition. Girls, I hate to love you and leave you,” and my eyes lingered on Tamsin and Penelope, “but I’ve got to go to work.”

As I walked away, Elenari called, “Try and stay