Chapter 93: Episode 93: The Wolf and The Dragon [19+]

The sound of the gold dress tearing was the loudest thing in the room.

RIIIIIIP.

Fabric that cost more than a village’s annual harvest shredded like tissue paper under Kaelen’s claws. It fell in tatters to the stone floor, leaving Roxy exposed, shivering, and trapped between a Dragon and a Wolf who had lost their minds.

“Zarek… Kaelen…” Roxy gasped, her hands pinned above her head by Zarek’s massive grip.

Zarek growled, shutting her up, his face buried in the crook of her neck. He inhaled sharply, his nose wrinkling in disgust. He bit down.

It wasn’t a love bite. It was a brand. His teeth sank into the soft muscle of her shoulder, right over the spot where Torian had kissed her. The pain was sharp, immediate, and grounding.

“Mine,” Zarek vibrated against her skin, lapping up the droplet of blood.

Below them, Kaelen was on his knees. The Wolf King wasn’t interested in marking her neck. He was interested in the source of the scent.

He gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh hard enough to bruise, and buried his face in her core.

“Kaelen! Wait!” Roxy shrieked, her legs buckling.

He didn’t wait. He growled, a feral, vibrating sound against her inner thighs, and opened his mouth.

He tasted the Tiger’s lingering essence, the slickness that wasn’t his, and it drove him into a frenzy. His tongue was rough, broad, and relentless. He scrubbed her. He lapped at her entrance with a punishing intensity, trying to wash away the rival Alpha’s claim with his own saliva.

“Oh god… ah!” Roxy threw her head back, slamming it against the stone wall.

The sensation was overwhelming. She was already sensitive—swollen and tender from Torian’s size—but the System’s Durability Buff was doing its job.

Instead of pain, she felt a raw, blinding overstimulation.

[System Notification: Adrenaline Surge Active. Pain Receptors dampened by 40%. Sensitivity increased by 200%. Good luck, honey, Enjoy yourself while you are at it, and don’t die.]

I hate you, Roxy whimpered internally as Kaelen sucked hard on her clit, his nose pressing deep into her, inhaling the scent of her arousal.

“He filled you,” Kaelen accused, his voice muffled against her wetness. He pulled back for a second, looking up at her with wild, blue-glowing eyes. His chin was slick with her. “He stretched you. I can smell it. You are open for him.”

Roxy couldn’t answer.

He released her hands and swept her up into his arms. Roxy didn’t even touch the floor before he threw her onto the pile of shredded furs and broken furniture in the center of the room.

She landed on her back, breathless. Before she could scramble away, they were on her.

It wasn’t the gentle, taking-turns lovemaking of the cabin. This was going to be different.

Zarek loomed over her, His erection was terrifying—thick, veiny, and ready to devour her whole.

Roxy suddenly felt like he had increased in length.

She swallowed.

Kaelen crawled up behind her. He didn’t lie down. He crouched, gripping her shoulders and hauling her upper body up so she was resting back against his chest.

She was the filling in a predator sandwich.

He grabbed her ankles and yanked her legs wide, draping them over his shoulders.

“Zarek, I’m sore,” Roxy pleaded, looking at the size of him. “Torian was… he was huge. I can’t take you yet.”

He thrust without replying her.

Roxy screamed. It wasn’t a scream of fear, but of sheer, unadulterated fullness.

Zarek didn’t ease in. He slammed into her, burying himself to the hilt in one stroke. The heat on him was shocking. It felt like he was cauterizing her insides, burning away the lingering sensation of the Tiger’s cool, smooth skin and replacing it with his own length.

Roxy was right, he did grow bigger.

Roxy gasped, her head falling back onto Kaelen’s shoulder. “I am not going anywhere!!”

“Liar,” Kaelen whispered in her ear.

The Wolf wasn’t content to just watch. He was feeling left out. He could see Zarek claiming her, see his enemy burying himself in the woman Kaelen loved, and the madness of the Red Moon snapped his restraint.

“You are stretched,” Kaelen murmured, his hand sliding down her stomach, past Zarek’s grinding hips, to find the wet, strained opening of her entrance. “But you can take more. The Mother is infinite.”

Roxy’s eyes flew open. “Kaelen, what are you—”

Kaelen didn’t go for her core. Zarek was there. Kaelen’s hand moved lower. To the tight, untouched ring of muscle behind it.

“Kaelen, no!” Roxy panicked, trying to clamp down. “I’ve never—”

“Trust,” Kaelen growled, slicking his fingers with the juices dripping from Zarek’s thrusts. “We are a team tonight, Roxy. We fit.”

He pushed one finger in.

Roxy arched her back, a strangled cry tearing from her throat. It was foreign. It was invasive. But with Zarek pounding into her front, filling her vaginal canal, the added pressure against the thin wall of flesh was… electric.

“She likes it,” Zarek observed, his golden eyes narrowing. He didn’t stop thrusting. In fact, he slowed down, grinding in a circle to hit the spot Kaelen was stimulating from the other side.

“More,” Zarek ordered Kaelen.

Kaelen added a second finger. Then a third. Stretching her. Preparing her.

Roxy was sobbing now, a mess of sweat, tears, and pleasure. “It’s too much… I can’t… I’m going to split…”

“You won’t,” Kaelen promised, kissing the side of her neck, biting down on her pulse. “I’ve got you.”

He removed his fingers.

Roxy whimpered at the loss, but then she felt something much larger pressing against her.

“Zarek,” Kaelen grunted, looking over Roxy’s shoulder at the Dragon. “Make room.”

Zarek hesitated. Dragons didn’t share. But the Rut demanded total domination, and two were stronger than one.

Zarek pulled out slightly, just enough to change his angle. He lifted Roxy’s hips higher, practically folding her in half.

“Do it,” Zarek commanded.

Kaelen thrust.

It wasn’t graceful. It was a collision of flesh and desperation.

Roxy screamed, her mouth opening in a silent O of shock as Kaelen pushed into her back passage while Zarek slammed back into her front.

She was full. Completely, utterly, terrifyingly full.

There was no space left in her body. Zarek’s heat in the front, Kaelen’s texture in the back, meeting in the center, grinding against each other with only a thin layer of her flesh between them.

“Fuck,” Zarek groaned, his head falling back. “I can feel you, Wolf.”

“I can feel you,” Kaelen rasped, his hips snapping forward.

They found a rhythm. A brutal, synchronized assault.

Thrust. Thrust. Grind.

Roxy couldn’t think. She couldn’t breathe. She could only feel. Every inch of her was being stretched, claimed, and used. The friction was insane. The double stimulation hit every nerve ending she had, overloading the System’s dampeners.

“Please!” Roxy begged, drool slipping from the corner of her mouth. She didn’t even know what she was begging for. Mercy? More? Death?

“Look at her,” Zarek growled, grabbing her face and forcing her to look at him. “Look at what you take. No Tiger could do this. Only us.”

“Only us!” Kaelen roared, his pace increasing.

The friction was building too fast.

Zarek’s ridges were scraping her sensitive spots. Kaelen was hitting deep, forbidden places.

“I’m gonna… Zarek! Kaelen!”

Zarek slammed deep and held it, his body going rigid as his seed erupted inside her womb.

At the same moment, Kaelen’s knotted her.

Roxy felt the expansion in her back passage, locking him inside her. The sensation of being knotted while the Dragon poured into her was the tipping point.

She shattered.

It was a white-out. Her vision went blank. Her body convulsed so violently that if Kaelen hadn’t been holding her, she would have hurt herself. She clamped down on both of them, milking them dry, screaming through a climax that felt like it ripped her soul out and stitched it back together.

She passed out for a second. Maybe two.

When she came back, she was lying in a heap of tangled limbs.

Zarek was collapsed on top of her, his face buried in her neck, panting like a dying engine. Kaelen was still behind her, his forehead resting on her shoulder.

They were all slick with sweat, and semen.

Roxy lay there, twitching slightly, tears leaking from her eyes. She felt ruined. She felt worshipped.

“Roxy?” Zarek whispered, his voice hoarse. He lifted his head, looking at her with sudden panic. “Did we… did we break you?”

Roxy tried to speak. All that came out was a squeak.

She cleared her throat. She looked at Zarek, then turned her head to look at Kaelen, who was nuzzling her cheek with apologetic licks.

“If you two ever…” Roxy wheezed, her voice raspy. “Ever… complain about me looking at another man again…”

She closed her eyes, a faint, delirious smile touching her swollen lips.

“…I’m going to kill you.”

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