Chapter 100: Down to business [R20]
The torchlight flickered against the rough stone walls, casting long, dancing shadows across the chamber.
The air was thick with pheromones, Ayra’s scent running wild and holding the two males intoxicated.
The two tribe lords sat there, burning with wild pleasure running through them. Their berserk mode had been transitioned into deep sexual urge at the moment.
They both rested their burning eyes on Ayra who slowly came to stand before them. The light flickering against her as she stared seductively at them, a smirk building onto her face.
Ayra stepped closer. Her hands rose first to the Dragon Lord’s chest. The hard planes of muscle were cool beneath her palms, almost unnaturally so, the skin smooth and faintly scaled in places that caught the light.
She dragged her fingers slowly downward, tracing the ridges of his abdomen, feeling the way his breath remained steady even as his cock thickened visibly beneath the loincloth. He did not move. Only the slight flare of his nostrils betrayed him.
"So hard already..." She teased as she turned to the silver Snake, sliding her palms across his warmer chest.
His skin was silkier, the faint pattern of scales along his ribs more pronounced. When her fingertips brushed a nipple he inhaled softly through his teeth and let out a low, pleased hum.
Ayra explored lower, mapping the lean muscle of his stomach, the sharp cut of his hips, until her fingers brushed the edge of his loincloth. She smiled, staring up at his hungry eyes. Both cocks were fully hard now, the fabric tented obscenely.
"Let’s get down to business, huh?" She sank to her knees between them.
She rested her hands on their thighs—Dragon’s thick and unyielding, Snake’s long and corded—and stroked upward, slow and deliberate.
Her thumbs brushed the heavy sacs beneath the loincloths, then higher, tracing the thick shafts through the hide. The Dragon Lord’s cock jerked under her touch; the Snake’s twin cocks twitched in tandem, the upper one already leaking a clear bead that darkened the fabric.
She could hear the two moan, short gasps of pleasure as her hands played them. She enjoyed the sound these males made.
She bit her lower lip while staring at their bulges. "Why don’t we help you two out with those big ones..? They must be uncomfortable sitting in here, eh?"
Lord Zark didn’t even hesitate. With a groan, he pulled off his loincloth almost immediately, which gave easily under his fingers.
The loincloth fell open and his cock sprang free—thick, heavy, the head flushed dark red, the shaft ridged in a way that promised friction.
"So big..." She growled as she wrapped both hands around it, feeling the cool weight, the slow pulse of blood. He watched her in silence, crimson eyes half-lidded, as she stroked him from root to tip, spreading the bead of precum with her thumb.
She played with his hard cock, sending sizzling pleasures through him while he gently spread his legs, groaning in pleasure as she smiled at him.
Then she turned to the Snake. His loincloth came free with a soft tug. Two cocks rose together, the lower one slightly thicker, the upper one longer and already glistening.
Ayra took one in each hand, marveling at the heat of them, the way they throbbed against her palms as she worked them. The Snake exhaled in a groan. "You want it...huh? Take them all then.. I can’t wait for that wet mouth on them.."
She smiled at him. "Then you’ll have to be patient," she teased as she moved to Zark’s dick that was already hungry and throbbing.
She leaned in. Her tongue dragged slowly up the underside of the Dragon Lord’s cock, tasting salt and heat.
Ayra took the head into her mouth, sucking gently, then deeper, letting her lips stretch around the girth.
Lord Zark remained still, only the subtle clench of his abdominal muscles showing the effort of control. She edged him deliberately—long, slow sucks, then pulling off to stroke with a spit-slick hand while she turned to the Snake.
Both of his cocks needed attention. She smiled at them for a while, teasing them with her hands before she leaned in and licked the length of the upper one, then the lower, alternating, swirling her tongue around each head before taking the thicker lower cock into her mouth.
Ayra’s hand worked the upper shaft in time with her lips. The Snake’s fingers slid into her hair, gently guiding her mouth deep into him, his voice a continuous low murmur.
"That’s it... deeper. Feel how they both want you. Let’s keep the Dragon waiting just a little longer. Make him watch...yes...take it ah.." His legs spread as he pressed her deeper into his cock. "Ah yes!"
She gasped as she pulled her mouth from his cocks, coughing mildly, her mouth wet and drooling as she stared at the two of them.
The two lords looked turned on beyond words as their greedy eyes met hers.
[Ding]
[Mate stats]
[Berserk level has mildly reduced..]
[Red dragon: 93%]
[Silver snake: 90%]
Ayra guessed this was only the beginning. This was certainly going to be longer than normal.
She edged the two lords for long minutes. Hands and mouth moving from one to the other, never letting either find release. The Dragon Lord’s cock glistened wetly in the torchlight; the Snake’s twin shafts were shiny and flushed pale.
Whenever one of them twitched too hard she slowed, squeezed the base, breathed against the head until the urgency eased. And she moved her mouth into the two interchangeably, the chamber filled with the wet sounds of her mouth and the quiet, controlled breathing of the two men.
Soon, Ayra pulled back staring at the two of them. Their hungry eyes fixed on her as she licked her lower lip.
"Why don’t we take it further, eh?" She said as she slowly got up to her feet and began undressing right in front of the two of them while they watched.