Merged

  Merged

  Dragon Princes Of Endor

  By

  Scarlett Grove

  ***

  Copyright © 2015 by Scarlett Grove

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Epilogue

  Chapter One

  “Let us begin,” Trav says, grabbing my arm and pulling me up the stairs. I hold onto Conyac’s hand as we walk into the palace. My heart is pounding in my ears, and I can barely see through the tunnel vision in my eyes. I’m already panting and sweating.

  “I don’t know if I’m ready for this,” I say. My dragon roars in my head, clawing and scraping at the corners of my mind. She berates me for my weakness, and I know she’s right. I need to get over myself. Conyac’s castle was lost. The Org army is gaining strength every day. All that I have to do is make love to two men that I know I care for and have already made love with.

  Trav hurries me upstairs, Conyac following right behind. I can already feel my arousal boiling at the base of my spine. The mixture of anxiety and desire are a potent combination. When Conyac closes my chamber door behind us, I don’t protest when the princes begin to remove my clothes.

  “Shouldn’t we bathe first?” I ask, gulping. We were just in battle, and blood and sweat cover our clothes and skin.

  “No time,” Trav grunts.

  “Nonsense. Let us begin in the bath. We want the princess to be relaxed, don’t we?” Conyac says.

  I breathe a sigh of relief. At least I’ll be clean and fresh for this experience. Making love to two men at the same time is probably more intimidating than facing the Org army on my own. What are they going to do to me? Where are they going to put…all their stuff? I close my eyes as the princes disrobe.

  They lead me into the bathroom where a warm bath is already ready and waiting for us. Conyac helps me step inside, and I dip under the warm scented water, ducking in to wash my face and hair. The princes are both naked and standing before me outside the tub. I can see they are already aroused, their proud shafts stiff and ready to do whatever it is they plan to do to me.

  I bite my lip as I watch them step into the water and join me in the warmth of the bath. Conyac takes scented soap and rubs it over my shoulders and over my breasts, while Trav soaps my hair. We remove the dirt and blood from our bodies. We are fresh and clean before Trav wraps his arms around me from behind and presses his thick, stiff cock against my back.

  Conyac pulls out a bottle of scented oil and drizzles it over my breasts. Trav licks my earlobes from behind and kisses down my neck as his fingers dig between my thighs. Conyac caresses my slick breasts, pinching my nipples between his fingers.

  Trav’s oiled fingertips thrust between my legs and press against my slit, slipping inside. I take a sharp breath before Conyac claims my mouth, kissing me passionately and deeply. Sandwiched between them again, this time oiled and naked, my entire body is on fire.

  I’m moaning and panting, my pussy weeping wetness and my nipples as tight as steel divots on my swollen breasts. All I want is for them to touch me, to take me, to make me their queen. Conyac kisses down my neck and takes my nipple into his mouth while he strokes my other breast with his deft hand.

  Trav pulls my face toward him from behind and flicks his tongue between my lips as his fingers press against my inflamed clit. His cock is so hard against me. I want it inside. I press against him, asking for more. He groans as he kisses me and runs his other hand over my ass, oiling my tight hole.

  Conyac stands up in the water and pulls me forward until I’m facing his erection. My mouth waters, and I can smell the fresh scent of his skin and the musk of his flesh. He grips the base of his cock and angles it towards my mouth. Trav is oiling my pussy and ass from behind, and he slips his fingers into my hungry channel.

  I open my mouth for Conyac, and the spongy tip of his dick pushes through my lips. I grip his hips as his manhood slips further and further down my throat. Trav begins to fuck me with his fingers from behind, as he flicks my clit and plays with my ass.

  As I suck Conyac, I begin to orgasm. It comes slowly at first but then builds to a frighteningly intense pitch. I’m moaning so loudly with Conyac inside me, but he doesn’t stop thrusting into my face. Trav pushes the tip of his thumb inside my oiled ass.

  My pussy is still clenching, throbbing as I come. Trav slaps my ass and sinks his thumb even deeper inside before I can feel the tip of his cock press against my wet channel. His cock pushes against my opening as his thumb slips from inside my ass. He grips my hips and sinks into my pussy.

  Conyac weaves his fingers through my hair as he thrusts into my face. I’m holding on for dear life as both of the men consume me. They take me in an alternating rhythm as I am packed between them.

  I feel myself coming again as Conyac’s cock widens inside my mouth. He spills his seed as Trav grunts from behind and his hot cum fills my core. We sit back in the water, the men on either side, their arms around me.

  Still throbbing and lightheaded I say, “Did we make hilock?”

  “That was just the beginning,” Trav says, as he rubs my thigh under the water.

  “We must take you in every possible way. And then when we are done, we will give you the mating bite, together,” Conyac says.

  “I hope this works,” Trav says. “Having two kings will give us even more power. I don’t know why I didn’t think of it myself.”

  “Because you wanted the power of the monarch for yourself,” Conyac jests.

  “My one concern is the safety of our world,” Trav says, defending himself.

  “I know it is, my friend. Let us make peace, for we will all the married together. It won’t do for us to have animosity between us,” Conyac says, offering his arm to Trav.

  Trav stares at his arm and frowns. Sitting between them, I fear that Trav will reject Conyac’s offer of peace. But Trav reaches out and grasps Conyac’s arm in a symbol of brotherhood and camaraderie. I breathe a sigh of relief and smile, putting my arms around both men’s shoulders. I kiss one on the cheek and then the other.

  Mating with them at the same time was the best idea I’ve ever had. My dragon roars in agreement.

  Chapter Two

  We are locked in my chamber for the rest of the night. The servants leave wine and food outside the chamber door, and the princes bring it in for us to feast on between our lovemaking sessions. They still haven’t given me the bite, and they still haven’t taken me in the way that I fear most.

  I’m a backdoor virgin, but I know the inevitable is coming. They told me as much because they continue to make comments as they prepare me to take both of them in turn. I’ve had them all over me. These princes seem to have an inexhaustible amount of stamina.

  After a few glasses of wine and a bowl of fruit, they’re both ready to go again, but I tell them I must sleep at least for a few hours. Trav insists we go on. But Conyac assures him that we can continue making hilock after I’ve rested. I crawl into bed with both princes beside me and close my heavy eyes to sleep.


  I’m woken to the feeling of hands on my hips, my belly, and my breasts. Stiff shafts are pressed against my back and stomach, lips kiss my cheeks and my neck. I’m instantly aroused, gushing between my legs, ready to take them yet again.

  I crack my eyes open, seeing the faint pale light of morning seeping through the lattice covered windows. I groan as I stretch my back and turn over. I don’t know whose hands are where, but the feeling of four hands caressing my skin is already driving me wild.

  “It’s time,” I hear Trav whisper in my ear. I purr as their hands continue to move over my skin. They are on either side of me, and I feel them hard against me. I am ready for whatever it will take to become queen. My inner dragon roars as I lift my chin to kiss Conyac.

  Trav’s hand runs up my thigh, and I feel the trickle of oil run between my ass cheeks. Conyac’s hands run between my legs, rubbing the oil over my sex.

  I’m sore from a full night of lovemaking, but my body opens to their touch nonetheless. Conyac lifts my leg over his hips and presses the head of his cock against my opening.

  They wrap their hands around me and suddenly, I’m on top of Conyac and Trav is behind me. They lift me onto Conyac’s shaft, and they pull me down to the base. He’s deep inside but holds still as Trav rubs me from behind.

  His finger presses into my well-oiled hole, dipping deep. My body stretches around him. I’m gasping and panting; my mind rebels against what I know is about to happen. Trav removes his finger and replaces it with the tip of his shaft.

  Conyac kisses me all over my neck and chest, encouraging me to open. But I groan loudly as Trav begins to stretch my body open with his thick cock.

  As he inches inside me, Conyac tilts back, pulling himself out, until he’s barely inside me. Trav sinks deeper as I whimper. My nipples are tight as buds, and my skin is pricked with goosebumps.

  “Ohhhh,” I groan, as Trav sinks inside me. He holds me there before pulling slowly back. As Trav moves out, Conyac thrusts back inside.

  The feeling of fullness overwhelms me and sends me into the stratosphere. My dragon is rolling and writhing with utter joy, and I cannot help but ride on the wave of her pleasure.

  Conyac reaches down and flicks my clit as he kisses my neck and nibbles my ear. They pump in and out of me, alternating slowly but firmly as they take my body.

  I shudder with release, almost against my will. The intrusion inside me feels like too much, but I’m coming anyway.

  My body clenches around the stiff rods filling me to the brim. I cry out with pleasure and pain as I feel Conyac and Trav swell inside me simultaneously. We all come in a writhing mass of sweaty oiled bodies, and we fall back panting and sated.

  “Oh God, that was insane,” I say, my chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. “Was that it? Why didn’t you bite me?”

  “We aren’t finished yet,” Conyac says. “I need to fill your tight hole as well. Then and only then, we will bite you just as we release together.”

  “Holy shit, guys, I don’t know how much more I can take. Isn’t once in my ass first thing in the morning enough?” I tease.

  “I will be gentle. Let us bathe you again and eat something. Then we will be ready for the final act of bonding. We will make hilock together.”

  I groan and roll over on my stomach. My body is like a live wire of need, and Trav’s hand on my ass makes me want to take them again already, right here and now.

  I bound up on my knees and hop off the bed before trotting into the bathroom. I really could use a bath. My skin is covered in fluids and cum.

  I let the tub fill and step inside. Conyac and Trav join me a moment later, and we wash each other lovingly. They focus on me, rubbing my hair and body with soap and oil.

  I don’t know how I got so lucky. What girl wouldn’t want two hot dragon princes of her very own?

  After our bath, we eat a hearty breakfast. I’m famished after so much sex. I don’t think I’ve ever done it so much in my life. I definitely have never done it with two men at the same time.

  I’m wrapped in a robe, and the princes have clothing tied around their waists, their taut, tanned chests exposed. I eat my eggs, fruit and bread, gazing at their fine bodies, my own body buzzing in readiness to have them again.

  There is a frantic knock at the door, and Trav stands to throw it open. Gizmel stands on the other side, his eyes wide with panic as Trav scowls at him.

  “How dare you interrupt our hilock,” Trav growls.

  “Sire, forgive me, please, it is an emergency,” Gizmel stutters.

  “What could possibly warrant this interruption!?” he barks.

  “Let the wizard speak,” Conyac says.

  “Princes, the Org army is approaching from the south. They will arrive at the bridge in mere moments.”

  “What? Why didn’t you warn us before?”

  “I didn’t see it, sire,” Gizmel whimpers.

  “There’s no time for this,” Conyac says, standing. “We will dress and be in flight, presently.”

  We all hurry to put on our armor and meet in the front gardens of Castle Skyland. I see the smoke rising from the south and can hear the distant cries of the Org army.

  “Will our hilock be broken?” I ask Conyac as Trav jumps into flight.

  “We can pick up where we left off, princess, have no fear. Your castle will be safe, and we will become the royal triad.”

  Conyac leaps into the sky, and I follow them. We fly over the land, and see the Org army approaching the suspension bridge between the mainland and Skyland.

  We can’t let them pass. Skyland has no other defenses except the deep canyon. If they cross the bridge, the castle will be lost and all my loyal staff with it. There is no escape.

  Trav dips low and blows his flaming breath at the bridge. It bursts into flames just as the first hordes of Org reach it. They push through the flames, screaming as they charge forward.

  I let my sonic wave blast at them, and most of them fall to the ground or topple over the edge and into the canyon. Their bodies fly through the air in the endless fall to the canyon floor.

  I hear the screams of the dying as the Org army crushes forward. The numbers seem to go on forever. Conyac swoops down and blasts his icy breath at the oncoming horde, but they are only replaced with another legion coming right behind them.

  Trav dives to the bridge and clutches the suspension ropes with his claws, pulling with a mighty yank. The giants coming in from behind stride forward, their footsteps reverberating through the ground and air. A massive spear flies through the air and barely misses Trav as he yanks the bridge’s supports from the opposite side of the canyon.

  The Orgs on the bridge tumble down the falling bridge and fall to their deaths like the last. The rest of the army is stuck on the other side. I land beside Gizmel and several of the servants, watching the Orgs screaming on the far side of the crevasse.

  The princes join me where I stand. Conyac puts his arm around my waist, and I turn to duck my head into his chest. Trav places his hand on my back and lets out a long sigh.

  “They are contained, for now, princess, but we can’t say for how long,” Trav says.

  “They are bringing catapults forward and who knows what those giants are capable of,” Conyac adds. “We won’t have our dragon powers for another hour, and even then...”

  “It looks like the entire Org army is at our door,” Trav says.

  “There is a greater number still, waiting back at the mountain,” Gizmel states in a lowered voice. We all turn to the little wizard. “This is a tiny fraction of their total.”

  “I cannot lose Skyland,” I say. “We must complete the hilock and defeat this scourge.”

  “I couldn’t agree more, princess,” Trav says. “Let us return to your chambers and complete our bond. The power of the monarchs will run through our veins, and we will defeat our enemy with ease.”

  Chapter Three

  Back in my bedchamber, I cannot stop thinking about the enemy army righ
t beyond our border. It doesn’t make for the most romantic situation, but the princes look at me with dark, lustful eyes, and I know they aren’t going to have any problem making hilock with me tonight.

  The sun is setting on the horizon, and the Org army is shooting flaming arrows over the canyon. They hit the grassy ground on the other side and burn patches in the grass. A rhythmic banging echoes through the night air, and it pounds in my brain.

  “What are they doing?” I ask the princes as I try to look out the window.

  “They are building a bridge,” Trav says.

  I turn to him as shock burns in my face. “What? How close are they to being done?”

  “We can’t tell. Perhaps a few hours.”

  “Why didn’t you tell me before?”

  “You needed rest, Dani. We didn’t want to rush you,” Conyac says.

  “It was his idea,” Trav grumbles, crossing his arms.

  “It doesn’t matter now. We have to get on with it. We were almost ready before. Since we don’t have to start over completely, let’s start where we left off. Okay?”

  The princes look at me, and slow grins curl on their lips, their eyes bright with lust. I pull my nightgown off and step over to the bed. The princes are wearing dark, silk robes that they take off and let fall to the floor. I climb on the bed, not taking my eyes from them.

  I see they are already hard and ready. My body buzzes with desire and longing. The fear I felt before is replaced with a bottomless pit of lust as deep as the canyon around Skyland. My entire body pulses with it. I lick my lips and show my strong teeth, my eyes shining on them.

  Trav approaches first, pulling me up onto his lap as he falls on the bed, his back against the headboard. His hands grasp my behind, pulling the slit wide. He kisses me deeply, flicking his tongue in and out of my mouth as Conyac climbs on the bed behind me.

  Oil drizzles down my back and between my ass cheeks. Conyac’s fingers slide between the pillows of my behind as Trav rubs my pussy on his cock. He moves from kissing my mouth to kissing my breasts, sucking and biting my hard nipples with his sharp teeth.