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  “And?” She didn’t mean it to sound disrespectful, but she was struggling to make the connection.

  “And you’re free to do what you want with your life.” He said it like it was obvious. Alora couldn’t help laughing. He raised a stern eyebrow at her.

  “Sorry, I really don’t intend to be rude. It’s just... I’m a princess. My whole existence is obligations and duty.”

  She thought he was going to tell her off, but instead, Argon sat down beside her and took her hand in his.

  “What do you want to do?” he asked.

  Nobody had ever asked her that question, and now, so many suppressed childhood dreams rushed to the forefront of her mind, swarming her consciousness. She gazed wide-eyed at all the choices, possibilities, and opportunities before her, and shook her head, barely believing she was allowed to think about any of them.

  “I don’t know,” she replied in a very small voice as she forced them all back out of her mind. She couldn’t really do any of them though. Maybe she’d get a week, a month, or even a couple of years. Inevitably, one day her father would summon her back to do some task or other, and whatever she wanted would have to be abandoned again. She couldn’t really make plans. Perhaps that was why so many dear friends eventually simmered into passing acquaintances. And perhaps that was why a casual fling with four dragons was far more interesting than a big commitment to one dull Anassian prince.

  “Where have you gone?” Argon asked. Curse him for always asking the hard questions. Why couldn’t he just be satisfied with living in the moment like the other three seemed to be?

  “I’m sorry.” She dragged herself back again. She was sitting on a rock, beside a strict silver dragon, talking about... nothing important.

  “That doesn’t answer my question. Where were you, just now?”

  “Thinking.”

  “A moment ago, you said you didn’t know what you wanted to do. Do you truly not have any idea?”

  She felt her face get too hot as she tried to figure out how to answer him. This was impossible. “I have too many ideas. I don’t know how to pick. And anyway, I don’t think I’ll be allowed to do any of them for long.”

  “But you’re an independent adult. Over the age of majority.”

  “You’re never too old to be a princess. It’s sort of a job for life,” she mumbled, wishing the ground would split open and carry her into nothingness. Talking about this wouldn’t fix any of it.

  “Have you considered giving it up?”

  “Y-y-you mean... abdicating? Oh, but I couldn’t. I would break my father’s heart. He’d have no heir. If only there was someone else...”

  He stroked her cheek and she almost believed everything could be better. “If it’s not making you happy, you shouldn’t agree to it.”

  “But you don’t understand. This is my duty. I have an obligation. I’m part of the royal bloodline. It’s not like handing in your two-week notice as a sales assistant in Commercia Major!”

  Argon gave her a long look as he stood up. “Don’t forget, you have a duty to yourself, too.”

  Alora sighed as he walked away. Why did she feel like she had somehow let him down by doing what she’d been told all her life was right and proper? And more to the point, what business was it of his, and why did he care so much?

  “Princess! Over here! Look what we found!” Brynn called. He, Canavan, and Sharpe had apparently taken the opportunity to explore a little. Alora put her worries about Argon in a little box in her mind and firmly closed the lid. She got to her feet and went to see what Brynn was shouting about.

  “It’s a hot spring!” Sharpe said as she reached them.

  Alora eyed the natural pool of steaming water which was gently bubbling. “How hot?”

  Canavan stuck his hand in and grinned. “It’s boiling. That’d kill any elf who came here. Who wants to go first?”

  Brynn was already taking his clothes off. “Bombs away!” he announced, taking a run at the little pool.

  When he hit the surface, hot water splashed high in the air, landing on the others. When it hit Alora, she shrieked with laughter.

  “This place is awesome!” she declared. She watched Canavan and Sharpe undress, and they jumped in with only a little less gusto than Brynn.

  “Ahhh, that’s the ticket,” Canavan announced as he immersed himself.

  “I believe it’s your turn.”

  Alora whirled around to see Argon standing behind her. They were the only two still fully dressed.

  “I think you should go first. Isn’t that what tall domineering dragon men do best?” she asked with a saucy wink.

  “Are you trying for a spanking?”

  She shook her head and backed away from him. “No!”

  “Alora, stop.” His voice suddenly took on a commanding edge that made everything else fade away except her deep-seated desire to obey him.

  She stopped.

  He walked toward her purposefully, and she had to summon every ounce of courage not to back away some more. He held out a hand, and she was certain he would seize her, throw her over something waist-tall, and spank the snot out of her.

  His hand suddenly snaked around her waist and spread across the small of her back. The other one did the same. He pulled her toward him, and she had no choice but to let her feet follow.

  “You were about to take a tumble.”

  She glanced over her shoulder and saw how close she must have been to the edge of the pool. Her heart beat fast in her chest as she realized he’d saved her from falling in backward.

  “You could have hit your head and gotten hurt,” he admonished.

  She nodded.

  “I think that makes it my choice who gets undressed first,” Argon added.

  She nodded again, not quite sure what she was agreeing to but feeling like she needed to agree to something, all the same.

  “So, you can strip, and I will watch,” he murmured into her ear.

  Chapter 16:

  She gasped, uncertain why it bothered her so much after the time they’d all spent naked in the caverns. Something about being outdoors, in the open air made it feel all the naughtier, and she knew the heat in her face was spreading down her neck.

  Alora reached up to the top button of her shirt dress and unfastened it. The air against her neck did nothing to cool off the blush of humiliation. Argon’s eyes never left her hand as she moved it lower, to the next button, and opened it. The air touched the top of her breasts, and a thrill ran through her body. Had the other three men fallen silent, or was she suddenly deaf from embarrassment? She flicked her eyes to the pool and saw Brynn, Canavan, and Sharpe were all watching her undress, too.

  “Keep going, Alora,” Argon ordered. Was there anything she wouldn’t do for that tone of voice? While her brain was trying to figure that out, her hand was busy obeying him, sliding further down and fiddling with the third button until it was undone. Her small breasts sprang away from each other widely, pulling the shirt apart almost to her belly button, revealing the space down the center of her ribcage that might, if she was really lucky— or, rather, if she was wearing a very supportive bra and possibly a dusting of bronzer to invent a valley where there was usually a prairie—be called cleavage.

  She caught his eyes. They seemed to bore straight into her soul for a split-second before his gaze moved back to her flesh. Without needing another prompt, she moved her hand down once more, to the button slightly beyond her navel. She thought this one could hardly make things worse, but somehow, it caused the two halves of her shirt to gape even more, so it was caught only on the tips of her now-hard nipples.

  There were only two more buttons left. The next one would reveal her pussy, then it would be out in the open for longer before she could run to the water and stay there until nightfall. The last one was a safer gambit, and her hand moved past the most revealing button, going for the lowest one, instead.

  “That’s not how the game is played.” Argon’s voice was silky, alm
ost dangerous, and Alora found herself staring pointedly at a tuft of grass as she tried to ignore him and released the bottom button before returning for the one that protected her pussy.

  As soon as it was open, she turned to hurry into the water, but there were three very big dragon-men at the edge, and they didn’t seem able to keep their eyes off her. She crouched to leap over them, but in mid-air, she squealed as Argon’s hands clasped around her waist.

  “No! Let me go!” Suddenly, everything seemed far too serious, and she just wanted to hide in the warm water with those three overly eager men—known quantities. Argon scared her so much, liquid worked its way down the inside of her leg.

  He maneuvered her away from the pool, and she scissored her legs in mid-air, futilely trying to escape his firm, strong grasp. Something about this whole situation left her breathless with lust.

  “Do you trust me, princess?” he asked softly. She glanced over at the other three who had apparently realized they weren’t getting a show any time soon and had turned away in conversation.

  She said nothing.

  “Answer the question.” His imploring tone made her shiver even in the warm afternoon air. He was always slightly icy with her, and she didn’t know why.

  “N-n-no.” She didn’t really want to admit it, but he’d told her lying was forbidden, so she felt she couldn’t hide her true feelings.

  He put his lips to her ear, so she felt as well as heard him utter a single word. “Good.”

  Argon pulled her back to the rock they’d been sitting on minutes earlier. She was glad she wasn’t wearing panties because they’d be soaked through by now.

  “Bend over the rock.” His tone was dominant and low, almost primal, and she had to glance at him to check he wasn’t shifting into his dragon form. He was still definitely humanoid—his enormous cock bulging so hard against his pants, she was amazed there was any blood in his brain. Almost swooning with the need to feel him inside her, she didn’t hesitate any longer in obeying his command.

  “Keep your bottom up.”

  His words sent a chill of fear coursing through her body. She wanted so badly to let go, but somehow her shoulders tensed, and her ass clenched.

  “Don’t move.”

  There was the sound of a branch being snapped off a tree. Was he going to punish her? Out here in the open? She wasn’t sure if she was in trouble for being sassy or being slow to obey him... or was it because she’d outright told him she didn’t trust him? Did anyone ever truly mean it when they demanded her complete honesty? She should have known better.

  When something touched her spine, she startled before her brain had a chance to process what it was or how fast it was going. It felt like the soft edges of a fluffy conifer sprig gently tickling against her skin.

  He touched it lightly against her neck and trailed the conifer down her spine, slowly, filling her body with sensual tingles that almost made her believe she was with Canavan, not Argon. She sighed quietly.

  “Good girl.” His encouragement warmed her, and she smiled although she was certain he couldn’t see it, since her hair chose that moment to tumble across her face.

  The sprig of conifer danced first over her left butt cheek, then her right. The nerve endings beneath the surface came alive with a gentle glow that left her wanting—no, needing—more. Except he was completely in control, and she was just caught up in his net, helpless but to let him tease her, tickle her, torment her, for his own pleasure.

  “You are far too submissive for your own good, princess,” he murmured softly as he dipped a huge finger into her hungry and exposed pussy. She moaned as he filled her insides with delicious, delicate sensations. A second later and the finger was gone, leaving darkness in her tunnel where a moment ago there had been light.

  She gasped at sudden pressure against her rear entrance. His finger was so big. She didn’t remember if Sharpe’s had been so wide, perhaps they were both the same size, but this one was filling her ass now, and that made it bigger by default. Her outer sphincter stretched widely, making her clench her fists and moan. How could it burn so sorely and tingle so deliciously at the same time? His finger paused a little way in, pressing against her inner sphincter and somehow her mouth actually watered as he breached her ass’s final defense and penetrated her fully.

  His finger was contained very tightly by her still-untrained ass, and she felt the outline of his whole, round digit, every knuckle apparent as her sheath squeezed against him.

  “Relax, princess. Relax for Daddy.” His words were soft, but they made her clit throb with need as a tiny explosion of desire began in her core. How could she relax when her body was so strung out on this incredible wave of sensation he was invoking deep within her innermost places?

  Somehow though, his words seemed to burrow deep into long-forgotten synapses within her subconscious, and her body opened to him. A wave of intense pleasure rolled through her when she realized she was innately submitting to him. At this perfect moment, he commanded all of her, and she was overjoyed to let him.

  “Perhaps you trust me after all.” His words were accompanied by a thrust of his finger buried deep inside her rear, and she responded with a moan.

  “How about those three? Would you submit to all of us at the same time?”

  I would! Oh, geez, yes, I would! Her lips were contorted in a perfect ‘O’ of pleasure from the stunning sparks spiraling around her back passage, and her tongue was too busy trying not to be swallowed, so she couldn’t reply with anything other than a garbled noise.

  “Hmm... perhaps later. I want you for myself first.” Argon’s words made her clit seem to swell and ache as she mentally willed him to stuff his cock in her pussy.

  He reached forward and trailed a finger from her bikini line over her inner labia, making her squeal and quiver, and finally, reaching her pussy entrance. He slipped the finger in and fucked both her holes at the same time with his fingers.

  She felt the liquid dripping out of her pussy in thick bursts, and his fingers seemed to touch nearly all her most sensitive places at the same time.

  “You’re so wet for me. Naughty girl. Are you... enjoying being fucked by my fingers?”

  “Yes!” she yipped, unable to regulate the tone or volume of her voice. She was so lost in the sensations he was eliciting inside her.

  “Good. I think you’re ready for my cock, and I want to claim you before the others join us. For all I know, this might be the first time anyone’s ever been fucked on this planet.”

  Alora was so ready for his cock, she thought she might dehydrate as everything inside her turned to goo and poured out of her pussy.

  He slid his finger out, leaving the other one in her ass, and lined up the thick, wide head of his cock with the entrance to her pussy. He thrust in swiftly, and her eyes nearly popped out of her head with the force of his long, wide cock bottoming out against her cervix, pressing against the c-spot on the edge of the tender entrance to her womb. The combination of pain from her cervix being hit by his heavy cock, and her two pleasure spots being stimulated by his girth, made white dots cloud Alora’s vision for a moment as her body stopped trying to process the sensations he was eliciting and simply experienced them.

  He thrust into her again, filling her sheath with the sensation of sparks swirling from neuron to neuron until they seemed to all burst into color at the same moment. His finger brushed against her clit, and her ass clamped down harder on his finger, making it feel even bigger inside her. He dug his short nails into the thin flesh protecting her clit, and she felt his fingertips elongate into dragon claws as he scratched her sensitive skin.

  “Come on my cock,” he commanded.

  The sharp pain made her explode into a miasma of tingling sensation, the incredible highs from her pussy and ass contracting around his digit and cock, the shocking agony of his claws piercing her skin. She screamed as the most intense orgasm of her entire life sent her reeling, so completely connected to him, utterly enslaved by the
control he had over her body, but so entirely free in this single perfect moment.

  When she opened her eyes to reconnect with the world, she came face-to-face with Brynn, Canavan, and Sharpe, who looked like they’d been running, but they were still naked and soaking wet.

  “Are you all right?” Canavan looked concerned. “We heard you screaming.”

  “He didn’t hurt you, did he?” Sharpe’s eyebrows were knotted in worry.

  “No. Well, yes. But I wanted him to.”

  Sharpe walked around her, inspecting her.

  “Shit. Argon! What did you do to her?”

  Argon sighed and slid out of Alora’s two holes. She felt sad they’d had to separate. The intimacy had been completely mind-boggling and was the last thing she’d expected to feel with him of all people.

  “I may have gotten carried away in the heat of the moment,” Argon replied nonchalantly.

  “Argon! She’s bleeding! From her clit!”

  “Alora, are you in pain?” Argon asked pointedly.

  “No. It feels... so good.”

  “I just pierced her clitoral hood with my dragon claw. It will heal fine.”

  “It will heal right now!” Sharpe retorted, and Alora squeaked, then moaned with desire as she felt him lightly breathing his healing flame over her clit. The new sensation elicited a gentle tingle where before there had been a sharp, buzzy twinge. Both were nice, she decided.

  She’d have to be careful around Argon. He could be addictive.

  “There, it’s fixed.”

  Sharpe trailed his fingers over her ass, and she sighed.

  “How’s about we get you in that hot spring?” he murmured seductively.

  She smiled and nodded, still half-dazed from sex with Argon.

  Sharpe and Canavan helped her up. An aftershock made her legs buckle.

  “Don’t worry, we got you,” Canavan said gently. They led her to the hot spring and lifted her into the water.

  The warm liquid felt phenomenal against her skin. She hadn’t realized how stretched and tired her muscles were until she hit the hot water.