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  “And who takes care of you, babygirl?”

  She didn’t like the question because she didn’t have an answer. Her eyes filled with tears as she stared at a patch of scales on Brynn’s tail.

  “Hey! Hey, don’t be sad. Why are you crying?”

  “Because...” she really didn’t want to admit it, but some part of her wished things were different. “Because I’ve got nobody. I’m used to being surrounded by people who know their future depends on being nice to me, but none of them really care. Everyone just wants something from me.”

  “Argon, Canavan, Sharpe, and I don’t,” Brynn said.

  Alora shook her head. “Of course, you do.”

  “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  “Exactly what it sounds like. The three of you just want sex. And Argon wishes I didn’t exist.”

  “And what do you want from us?” Brynn asked.

  “Nothing.”

  “Mister Tickle disagrees.”

  “Who’s Mister—” she cut off her sentence with a shriek when Brynn leaned over and began tickling her tummy. She wriggled and laughed loudly as he gave her no mercy. When he stopped, she was breathing heavily.

  “While you’re with us, all four of us are going to take care of you like we’re your daddies.”

  “What’s that supposed to mean?” She didn’t understand this at all.

  “We will be in charge. You will get structure, control, and nurturing. A daddy looks after his submissive like she’s his little girl, in a caring but dominant way. If you’re naughty, we’ll spank you. If you’re good, we’ll ensure you have a regular supply of orgasms.”

  “And the four of you have already decided this, right? Like, was there some sort of dragon convention or a discussion I wasn’t invited to?”

  “Part of being daddies is ensuring we have a united front. Anything one of us decides has to be supported by the others. You already experienced that when Argon punished you for putting yourself in danger.”

  “What if I disagree? What if I don’t want four dragons on my ass, bugging me about how I’ve forgotten to tidy my cavern? I don’t like kids’ stuff.”

  “Having a daddy doesn’t mean we have to ageplay. And truth be told, none of us are really into that. I mean, haven’t you noticed how we haven’t given you any toys or whatever?”

  “So... you’d all be, like, dominant. And I’d be sub-s-sub... uh... submissive.” She stumbled over the word because saying it gave her a thrill like nothing else. “And you would be nurturing me... by spanking me. Am I right so far?”

  “No. Maybe I haven’t explained this very well. I’m going to find Sharpe. He’ll know how to put this into words.”

  Brynn lifted his tail off Alora, and she felt a sense of loss. His tail had been protective, reassuring, and cozy all at the same time. He got to his feet and left the cavern. A moment later, he returned with Sharpe.

  “You tell her,” Brynn said, giving Sharpe a shove toward Alora.

  Instead of towering over her, Sharpe came and sat beside her, then to her surprise, he pulled her onto him, so she laid on her back with her head in his lap, gazing up at him.

  “What do you know about dominance and submission?”

  His question was unexpected. Alora had thought Sharpe was going to explain it to her, not the other way around.

  “Uh... I know usually someone takes charge and someone else does as they’re told. That it involves a lot of sex. And it can involve punishment and pain. Uh... is that what you mean?”

  Sharpe began massaging her shoulders at the same time Brynn sat down, picked her legs up, and put them on his knee. He picked up one of her feet in his hands and circled his thumbs around the fleshy part.

  “You know there are entire planets where BDSM is the norm, right? At some point, humanoids realized their relationships didn’t go well because they were perpetually locked into unconscious power struggles with one another,” Sharpe began.

  “Like on Minos Kerala?” Alora knew the planet was famous for being a haven for things Nidia didn’t approve of.

  “Exactly. And a lot of elves go to Minos Kerala because here on Telia II, elves and dragons have that in common. We disagree on many things, but we know power struggles destroy people.”

  “It’s sort of ironic since elves and dragons are currently locked in a power struggle,” Alora sniggered.

  “They started it,” Brynn interjected, but Sharpe held up a hand.

  “Regardless. We have very different ways of implementing relationships. Elves form complicated hierarchies with many men and women in the same relationship. Dragon males mate with one female. Dragon males take care of their female.”

  “Why?” Alora thought this all sounded a little confusing.

  “Females are rare. You already know that. What you don’t know is most males go through life never being able to mate with a female.”

  “There just aren’t enough chicks to go around.” Brynn’s shortened version made Alora smile.

  “Exactly. So, when males find a female, and she shows a sexual interest in them, those males will do anything to protect her. They want to give the female every chance to be healthy and happy. Males adore their females and raise them up.”

  “So, shouldn’t she be in charge?” Alora asked.

  “Sometimes, the females are in charge. It depends on the individual relationship. What doesn’t change is each female has at least three males adoring her, no matter who is in charge.”

  “But you want to be dominant? Over me?”

  “Indeed. We are innately dominant, but we are daddy-doms. That means we take care of you, nurture you, help you out, and take charge to make your life as easy as possible. We are always in tune with your needs, and we would act in your best interests.”

  Alora stared at Sharpe for a long minute before finding her words. “So... you want me to be your mate? But I’m not a dragon.”

  “You’re getting ahead of yourself,” Brynn said.

  “We don’t want to try to get you to lay eggs because it’s never going to happen,” Sharpe said. “And we’re not looking for any kind of lifelong commitment either. But while you’re with us, we would like to be your daddies.”

  “All three of you?” Alora asked. “Won’t Argon be mad?”

  “What? Why? He wants to be your daddy too,” Brynn said.

  “But he doesn’t like me.”

  “He’s a lot more stern than the rest of us. Think of him as your strictest daddy. He’s much more into pain play.”

  “He wants to hurt me?” Alora didn’t see how this was recommending Argon as a daddy.

  “Only consensually,” Sharpe said. “Everything that has happened in this cave so far has been with your consent even when Argon spanked you. If you revoke your consent, we stop.”

  Alora thought back. She had agreed to let Argon spank her, she remembered. And she’d consented before she’d had sex with Canavan, too.

  “If you want things to stop, you say red,” Sharpe said.

  “I get the whole concept of more than one guy being mated to the same girl, but... at the same time? Really?” This was the thing Alora was most curious about. She wanted to try a three-way, but not if it came with a lifelong commitment to two more dragons.

  “You don’t have to if you don’t like the idea,” Sharpe said. “But if you want to do it, Bryn and I would be more than happy to guide you through a three-way.”

  Chapter 9:

  Alora looked from one dragon to the other. They were really hot. And she loved the idea of letting go of all her responsibilities as the princess of the entire galaxy to let these men take care of her. She had so much power, handing it over to four men was very appealing even if just temporarily.

  “Should the others be here? To talk to, I mean?”

  “We’re all open to sharing you, it’s our way of life, and what you do with one or both of us isn’t anything to do with the others. But if you would feel better after talking to them, I can
go get them.”

  “It’s fine... I just... I don’t want anyone to think I—” she frowned and started the sentence again, trying to be more specific this time. “I don’t want Canavan to think I didn’t like what we did together. Because I did.”

  She decided to stop talking before she told the men they’d have a hard act to follow. It was clear, even with her limited understanding of relationships, communication was the linchpin which would hold them all together. And good communication included when to stay quiet.

  “He’s notably skilled in the bedroom, thanks to his sexy purple flame, but if you give us a chance, I think you’ll like what we have to offer,” Brynn said. He sounded like he wasn’t taking himself too seriously. Alora needed that in her life. She smiled warmly at him.

  “Fine, let’s do this. But... I have one question. Am I allowed a question?”

  “Let’s hear it,” Sharpe replied.

  “I’d never... uh... Canavan was my first time, and I don’t think humanoids are designed to ever comfortably fit dragon cocks inside them...” she trailed off feeling embarrassed.

  “And you don’t want your pussy to resemble a garbage bag by the end of the week,” Brynn finished for her.

  Her brain couldn’t decide whether she was offended or amused for a split-second, but it figured it out, and she burst out laughing.

  “It’s a real concern!” she giggled.

  “It’s okay. You’re made for this. Made for us to stretch you and tease you and train your holes to open wider and wider until you can take us comfortably.” Sharpe’s voice took on a sensual tone, and Alora whimpered as she listened to him. “Today, we don’t want to stretch you too much.”

  “Think of it like exercise. You can touch your toes, right?” Brynn asked.

  “Sure.”

  “Can you do the splits?”

  “Nuh-uh.”

  “If you practiced enough, you could though, right?”

  Alora frowned and nodded. “Where’s this going?”

  “If you learned to do the splits, would your legs be all worn out and wobbly the rest of the time?”

  Alora saw what he was getting at. “No, because with all that exercise, they’d be toned.”

  “Exactly,” Sharpe smiled, and Alora felt reassured.

  “Today, I want to play with your ass a little while Brynn fucks your pussy. I want to start training you so you can take my cock in your ass while you have his in your pussy.”

  “Is that even possible?” Her eyes widened in surprise and fear.

  “Very possible,” Brynn replied with a wicked grin.

  “It takes a lot of time and patience... and orgasms along the way,” Sharpe explained. “Think you can handle lots of orgasms while we teach your ass to take us?”

  Now it was Alora’s turn to smile.

  “I may be up to that challenge.” She jutted out her chin—she intended to show them just how many orgasms she could take.

  “Aww, you’re so cute when you’re determined,” Brynn teased, and she giggled as he ran his fingers through her hair. “And why does your hair have rainbows in it?”

  She shrugged her shoulders. “I was born with it. No one’s ever been able to explain it.”

  “Reminds me of the legends of pearl dragons. They’re supposed to have pearly-white hair that turns iridescent in certain light.”

  “Legends?”

  “They’re all extinct, now,” Sharpe explained. “If they ever existed at all.”

  “I’m sorry,” Alora said automatically. Was that the right thing to say when you found out an entire subspecies had died out?

  “Don’t be sorry. Concentrate on my hands.” Sharpe resumed massaging Alora’s feet, and she threw her head back. As he touched her fourth toe, something deep in her belly sparked to life. He circled the tip of her toe with his thumb and a sensual glow awakened her desires. Her nipples began to harden, suddenly very sensitive to the slight draft in the cavern. When she thrust them in the air to try to work out some of the pressure already growing within her, Brynn cupped her breasts and lightly stroked his thumbs over her hard nubs.

  “Someone’s pretty easily pleased,” he chuckled. “All Sharpe’s doing is touching your toes.”

  “Mmmm, but it’s the way he’s doing it,” she replied lustily, gasping with pleasure when Brynn pinched her nipples.

  “You like that?” He pinched harder, and a sharp burst of pain erupted in both breasts, accompanied very quickly by a persistent throbbing in her clit.

  “Yeahhhhh...” Her words kept turning into sex noises. The things the two men did to her were just too hot, and it was stopping her speaking clearly. Heck, it was stopping her thinking clearly.

  Brynn leaned forward, his mouth open, and at first Alora thought he was going to kiss her, but instead, he headed toward her right breast. He bit down on it, hard, and she cried out as the sudden, intense pain flashed through her. It transformed quickly into a scintillating, sparkling sensation that traveled straight to her pussy.

  “You’ve got a bit of a masochistic streak, princess,” Brynn remarked.

  “What do you think she’d do if we each took one?” Sharpe let go of her feet, and Alora tried to figure out what he meant. She soon found out. Hands massaged both her breasts and she screamed when both men bit down on her nipples. The pain was sharp, and it dug deep into her, but somewhere along the way, it became sexy arousal. She didn’t understand what was happening, but whenever they hurt her, it seemed to feel good.

  Was this something to do with the way Sharpe had massaged her toes? Was her response to the pain some sort of reflexology thing? More importantly, could she orgasm from this?

  She shook as they bit down on her tender nipples again even harder than before and squeaked as the initial pain was accompanied by unbearable arousal. Liquid trickled out of her pussy as she wished the two men would fill her right now.

  “Please, I need something inside me!” She wasn’t sure if they’d understand her words through her moans of pleasure. The teeth released her nipples, and a new pain shot through her breasts as the blood flowed back into her hard buds.

  “Sounds like someone’s ready for us to penetrate,” Sharpe remarked.

  Yes! Please fill me! Alora thought. My pussy is waiting!

  Her legs were parted, and she bit her lip in anticipation. The gentle caress of someone stroking her clit made her quiver and moan.

  “I’m going to see how many fingers fit inside you.” Brynn’s voice was so sexy; the deep baritone sound reverberated as he dipped a finger into her pussy. It felt so big! She remembered how enormous Canavan’s fingers had been... was Brynn really going to try to put... multiples of these in her pussy? At the same time?

  He pumped his finger in and out, and her eyes rolled back into her head. It felt so good. Sliding a second finger into her, he made a low growling noise.

  “Are you sure you had sex with Canavan yesterday? Your pussy’s squeezing my two fingers so tightly, it’s cutting off the blood supply.”

  “Good thing that works the opposite way around when it comes to cocks,” Sharpe quipped.

  “W-what does that mean?” Alora asked.

  “The tighter your pussy, the more blood will surge into my cock,” Brynn explained.

  “Really?” Alora didn’t understand how that could possibly make sense.

  “Oh yeah, that’s why your tight pussy is so hot,” Brynn said.

  “And it’s why I can’t wait to get you ready for anal,” Sharpe added.

  The idea that the men wanted her body, wanted to fuck her and enjoy all her holes was so arousing, Alora felt a spurt of liquid escaping her pussy. All her life she’d been kept away from boys. She’d gotten caned once at university for talking to a boy online. For the time being, she was mistress of her own destiny, and all she wanted was for them to fuck her however they chose. She was tired of being treated like a china doll by everyone she ever met. It was wonderful they wanted to push her body to its limits in their q
uest to fill her with cum, instead of being too scared of her father’s wrath to even call her, like most men.

  Brynn’s fingers were big, but the sharp stretch turned her on and made her want more. She imagined what it would be like if he put his whole hand inside her, pounding into her with his big fist while he mashed his other palm hard into her clitoris, and suddenly, she tumbled into an unexpected orgasm.

  Screaming, she contorted like a circus acrobat, her body completely enslaved to the intense, searing sensations of pure lust bursting through every nerve ending in her body. She was catapulted into a world where nothing else existed. There was only pleasure and pain, intertwined in a way that made it impossible to separate the two... impossible for one to exist without the other. Did Alora exist without either of them? Right now, she couldn’t tell. She had entered a strange place with a curious type of freedom that only came from completely giving herself over to everything she felt.

  She became aware of how much noise she was making several seconds before she could actually control her body enough to close her mouth. The incredible—and strange—dark place of universal oneness began to melt away, and she was back in the cavern, gasping for breath through her nose, tears streaming down her cheeks, her hips high in the air from the way her body had arched.

  Slowly, she lowered her butt back to the ground. She became acutely aware both men were staring at her with shocked expressions. Brynn’s fingers were still buried in her pussy, and they felt bigger than ever.

  A sensation tore through her body, a mere fraction of what she’d just experienced but still incredible enough to make her shudder as her womb seemed to reverberate with memory of her orgasm.

  “That was some aftershock, babygirl.” When Brynn called her that, Alora found she liked it.

  “Do you think she’s ready for three fingers?” Sharpe raised a brow, and Alora giggled.

  “Depends whether she can handle another orgasm any time soon,” Brynn replied.

  Alora pretended to frown. “I don’t know why you two keep suggesting I can’t handle orgasms like they’re hard work or something. It’s pretty easy. I just lie here and—”