If she thought their hands were skilled, that pleasure paled in comparison to their mouths. His lips and tongue teased and swirled around her clit, flicking at it and quickly driving her passion again until she screamed into Stribog’s mouth as another orgasm ripped through her.
How could any one person survive this kind of pleasure? Would it kill her?
What a glorious death that would be!
Zaria lost track of time as the men took turns worshipping her body with their hands and mouths, refusing to rush, giving her too many releases for her to keep track of. Finally, she got to a point where she would be refused no longer. She rolled Stribog onto his back and straddled him, his stiff cock rising from his body.
With her juices dripping from her body, she carefully eased herself down onto his shaft, moaning with pleasure as he stretched her in a way Svarog’s fingers had not.
Now I understand why they prepared me.
Svarog grabbed a jar of lotion from the table and began to work it into her ass. First one, then two, and three fingers deliciously stretched her rear passage as Stribog’s cock impatiently twitched inside her pussy. She wanted to ride him, but the men forced her to be still. Svarog slicked his cock with the lotion, then knelt in position behind her.
When the hot, engorged head of his cock pressed through, she gasped as a wave of pleasurable pain bit through her orgasmic haze. As she adjusted to him there and he started to move, she relished the full sensation of them both inside her.
Once they were both fully seated inside her, they took over, repeating the seesaw rhythm their hands had earlier used to bring her to passion. As she felt her body taking over from her brain, she closed her eyes and relinquished all control to their lead.
“Yes!” she gasped.
“Come for us, Goddess,” Stribog said. “Let us feel you.”
Svarog nipped the back of her neck. “We want to feel your body’s pleasure.”
They didn’t have to wait long. A rapid ascent into a pleasure akin to madness took her over the edge. It felt like white-hot energy exploded from them, engulfing them in a cloud of orgasmic sensation that bordered on pain in its intensity.
Both men let out loud shouts of pleasure as their cocks reacted to her body’s grip on them. She felt them, Stribog’s cool release in her pussy and Svarog’s hot seed in her ass, and yet another orgasm slammed into her like a landslide.
The world changed. Zaria saw a series of images flash through her brain. Baba Yaga and two other women…a battlefield…a victory.
Her eyes popped open as one more climax made her entire body shake before she collapsed on top of Stribog.
They tumbled into sleep as a tangled pile of limbs.
Chapter Five
Zaria stood at the window and shivered in the early-morning chill. Their slumber had been disturbed the night before when a wounded rider had arrived late, bloodied and exhausted, his mount lathered and trembling. The injured man had collapsed into the arms of the guards at the gate and reported on the latest siege, less than a day’s ride away.
Cockatrice.
Their dark army included not just the cockatrice’s kin, but some renegade creatures as yet unidentified. Some rumored demons, some claimed orcs or goblins. And humans who had allied themselves with the horrific forces with promises that they would reap the rewards of the battles.
“What troubles you, Goddess?” Svarog softly asked as he stepped in close and enveloped her in his arms.
She held on to him tightly. “Our people are dying. And yours. How can you ask me that? Is it not obvious?”
He kissed her neck. “Aye. That is why we must defend the lands as best we can. To the death.”
“I know.” She sighed.
He turned her in his arms. “Come back to bed and love us. Today, we plan. Tomorrow, we do battle and win.”
“And then we celebrate,” Stribog sleepily mumbled from the bed. “Come, lovely. Join us. The sheets are warm, the bed is soft. We do not have to arise yet.”
She managed a smile. “Even in the face of possible death, you cannot manage to quell your libido?”
Svarog nipped her shoulder. “Not when you are near, we cannot.”
“Later. We must go.”
“Go where?” Stribog asked, looking a little more awake.
“To the sacred spring. The one called Rachel’s Well.”
“What are we going to do there?” Svarog asked as she slipped from his grasp.
Zaria turned to them. “We have things to do. We are going to fulfill the prophecy.”
“You aren’t going to let us sleep in, are you, lovely?” Stribog asked.
“No. Sorry.”
“Ah, oh well.” He climbed out of bed. “What are we to do?”
She smiled at him. “We will ensure the cockatrice cannot get the upper hand. If we follow the prophecy, we shall vanquish them.”
Zachary was in a near panic when he couldn’t find the three the next morning. The news of the latest attack had reached him. He was nervously pacing in front of the stable when Stribog and Svarog returned at midday…without Zaria.
“Where is she?” Zachary demanded.
Both men looked troubled. “She would not tell us where she went,” Svarog said. “She sent us back to the castle.”
“She said we could not follow her,” Stribog said.
“And you let her go?” Zachary asked incredulously.
“What were we to do?” Svarog said. “She is the Goddess. Her word is law!”
“Idiots!” Zachary muttered under his breath. “Go see the king,” he ordered. “He is preparing the plans for battle.” He ordered a horse be readied for him and set off in search of Zaria. After ten minutes of riding, he caught sight of a flash of fabric at the edge of the woods and changed his course. There she was.
He pulled his mount up short beside her. “What in the name of Heaven do you think you’re doing?” he demanded. He jumped off and quickly examined her for any sign of injury. “Are you all right?”
She looked startled to see him. “I’m fine. Did the men return safely?”
“Yes, but what did you think you were doing going off alone?”
“I had something important to do.” She grabbed his arms before he could object. “We had to fulfill the prophecy.”
He wanted to object, but he let out a deep breath and nodded. There was something different about her, something changed, and not simply because she now belonged to her two dragon lovers. “Let’s get you back to the safety of the castle. Now.” He mounted then helped her swing up behind him.
Ignoring the sad pang inside his soul over countless memories of them riding like this in the past, he turned his horse back toward home.
Zachary followed Zaria into the hall where the king and his men had gathered. Not a single smile could be found, although there appeared to be more than a little relief when Zaria took her place beside her men.
“We have received unsettling news, Zaria,” the king said. “Scouts have returned with word that the cockatrice and their forces are on their way here. They are laying waste to everything in their path. They will reach our outer boundaries by morn. We have sent out riders to warn our villagers to flee the area.”
“Do we have reinforcements coming?” Zaria asked.
The two dragon men nodded. “They are on the way and will be here before sunset,” Svarog said.
“Good,” she said. “We have a lot of planning to do.”
Zaria felt recharged. She couldn’t explain what happened earlier. It was as if during the ceremony by the sacred spring another presence, wiser than herself, had taken residence inside her soul. It wasn’t until after she returned to the castle that she felt as if she was once again alone in her own body.