Nexus

Like all dragons, Issa believed everything happened for a reason. So when Eben, the lovely human man who’d awoken her, made her stop midway through servicing him, she considered it a sign.

Roka had humbly apologized for the interruption, and continued doing so for the entire intermission while Eben and Camille intimately conferred. Issa only felt the merest pinprick of regret that she hadn’t yet marked the man, but the more she watched him with the golden-haired virgin—former virgin, she corrected herself, giving Roka an appraising glance—the more convinced she was that this was the natural order of things.

“They belong together, and she belongs to you, my friend,” she said to Roka.

Roka nodded at her from across the room, replying with a thought. “Don’t let our Shadow hear you speak that way of belonging~. Besides, the woman will be the one with two mates, not I. Perhaps my first child will have a human brother.”~

“Or sister,” Issa replied.

“Or sister. If that’s the case, I will name her Issa.”

In truth, she was relieved. Eben seemed the sort who could adjust to sharing. But Issa had always admired the Shadow for his principles. It might be against her nature, but the idea of only having a single mate to please appealed to her very much.

“Issa,” Geva said in his deep, comforting voice when she approached the red dragon and his new mate. Her troublemaker of a friend had always managed to bolster her mood, but their antics during their youth were centuries behind them. Still, she could allow herself some pleasure until she decided what to do next.

The human woman, Erika, sat up from Geva’s embrace and extended a hand. Issa clasped it and greeted the woman, who was still flushed pink from Geva’s attention, but her eyes were bright and alert. She looked ready for anything, a good quality in a leader. And a mate. Geva hadn’t wasted time marking her.

Issa’s red-maned friend lounged smugly against the sloping side of the wide bench where he reclined with his lover. His eyes trailed down Issa’s length in that familiar way that was just suggestive enough to make her wonder if it was an invitation or a promise. She felt the violet sheen she liked to keep on her skin ripple and intensify in response to his gaze.

It was the woman who spoke, however. “Join us, please,” Erika said, her voice a rough purr. Oh, she was definitely ready for more. Issa’s mouth watered at the prospect of another human’s Nirvana. Eben had given her just enough of a taste to leave her wanting more.

“Do you mind?” she asked Geva, already sure she knew the answer.

“If I recall, I am still in your debt,” he replied. ~“If not for your intervention, the Council would have banished me from the Court for what I did. Being chained to your bed for five hundred years wasn’t so bad, especially not considering what I got to wake up to.”~

“Promise me you won’t try to incite any orgies in the street again. As fun as they are, it confuses the humans and the Council hates the backlash.”

“I didn’t show myself. I just breathed a little life into an otherwise desultory last day before my exile.”

“You guys are having an entire conversation in your heads right now, I bet. Anything I should know?” Erika asked, sitting up straighter.

Geva chuckled and leaned up to nuzzle at Erika’s neck. “Just letting Issa know I don’t mind sharing as long as you don’t, love. Can she have a little taste?”

Erika’s eyelids lowered slightly when she gazed up at Issa. “Only if I can taste back.”

Issa smiled and met Geva’s eyes. “She is perfect for you, Geva. How much has she given you so far?”

“Hmm, half a dozen with no signs of flagging. The next one’s all yours.”

Erika leaned back against Geva’s chest and he tilted her head back enough to lower his mouth onto hers.

Issa knelt on the bench between Erika’s thighs, urging them further apart while she slid her palms down the silky length to the human woman’s core.

Erika’s lips still glistened wetly with her own juices, mixed with the familiar scent of Geva’s heady spunk. This would be a banquet. Geva slid his hands around Erika’s chest to cup both breasts and thumb her nipples while he watched Issa. Issa smiled up at him from between Erika’s thighs and Geva grinned back, nodding and urging her to continue. He’d always expressed how he enjoyed watching Issa with a woman as much as he’d enjoyed doing the deed himself, or doing her himself.

Issa let her longer dragon tongue slip out for a taste. The twin forks slipped along the creases of Erika’s pussy, gathering juices to pull back into her mouth. Issa closed her eyes, savoring the flavor and enjoying the moan it drew from the human.

Before she could dip her head for a deeper taste, she felt a prickle at the back of her neck. Glancing back over her shoulder, she saw the guide standing in the shadows, watching intently. The Catalyst, she corrected herself.

She turned back to her task. As her lips fastened on the sweet human cunt before her, she sent a thought back to her observer.

“Kris, do you like the view?” She spread her legs a little wider, and with her free hand reached between them. Her fingertips slid between her own slick, swollen folds and pushed them apart.

“How does she taste? Describe it to me.” His answer exploded urgently in her mind. He’d interacted with these humans for a time already, Issa realized. Did he have some connection to this one?

Issa delved deeper, pressing an arm down across Erika’s hips to hold her still. “She tastes like ripe pomegranate coated in chocolate and sprinkled with sea salt and pepper flakes. Sweet Mother, I haven’t tasted anything so good in five hundred years.”

“Spicy? Is that from her or him, do you think?”

“Oh, the spicy is most definitely from Geva. Do you like spicy? If so, I will be sure to tell him to let you have a taste during the penultimate phase.”

“I plan on tasting everyone, trust me. Especially the juicy delicacy I can see between your thighs right now. Touch yourself again for me.”

Issa dipped her fingers deeper into her own cunt while thrusting her tongue into Erika’s hard enough to make the woman squirm and buck.

“Your pussy is the most beautiful color.” Kris’s voice sounded awestruck in her mind and Issa had to remind herself how inexperienced he was. Still a dragon, but innocent of the sensual delights dragons would normally have partaken of by his age.

Deciding to give him more of a show, she spread her legs a little wider and thrust her ass higher in the air. The thought of breaking in a new dragon thrilled her, particularly one with as much potential as he had. The way he’d managed to stay unnoticed in the shadows for so long spoke of the incredible magic that protected him. But once that energy was tapped and he realized his true power, she could only imagine the heights he could bring her to.

Issa resolved that he would learn everything she had to teach him during the next few hours while he waited for his turn. Then she would be the first to reap the rewards, and to give him everything she had. But that meant she needed to gather more of the humans’ Nirvana first.

Erika cried out under the steady lick of Issa’s purple tongue. Unlike the juices coating Erika’s sweet pussy, her Nirvana lacked flavor. Instead, it had the essence of a cool night wind when it coursed through Issa, leaving her hyperaware of the room around her, and of Kris’s eyes on her in particular. The pulse of Erika’s orgasm sent a flood of power straight between Issa’s thighs.

Issa’s clit pulsed and her juices flowed thickly over her fingers when she came. She resisted the urge to clench her thighs around her hand and ride the wave of her orgasm, instead spreading herself even wider for her audience.

Kris didn’t speak to her again, but Issa could sense an impression of his thoughts, little bits of appreciation for each motion she made. He liked it when she leaned up and kissed Erika deeply, followed by Geva. He grew tense with anticipation when she moved back across the room to the other trio of lovers, who had parted while they rested, and encouraged them into another round.

Roka was only too willing to allow her to take their Nirvana as a thank-you for letting him mark Eben, too.

She performed the same tongue-tricks against Camille’s pussy, relaying the combination of flavors back to Kris while Eben fucked her again and Camille took Roka’s cock in her virgin mouth for the first time.

Each rush of their energy infused her more, until she craved a high mountain on which to shift and fly.

“I’m giving this all to you very soon. Will you be ready?” she asked Kris.

She glanced back to where he’d been standing before, but he was gone. A moment later, his voice sounded in her mind. “I have work to do. Come watch with me when you’re full.”