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  Sybil blew the Lock of hair out of her eyes, let her arms fall to her sides, and swung them to loosen up-Then she bought her hands back up to chest height, palms out, concentrating.

  Nothing. No prickling or burning. “I think my batteries are dead.”

  “Again,” Kenric repeated.

  She sighed. “When I tailed you a drill sergeant, I had no idea how true that was.

  “She focused, struggling to bring a rush of power to the surface. Or even a tiny flicker.

  Her hands dropped. “It's no use. I can't make it happen. It always happens involuntarily.”

  “Involuntary response can be trained to conscious control.” His tone remained bland and unreadable as he moved around to face her. “Once more.”

  She raised her hands again and imagined throttling him. A stinging sensation made her rub her palms together, and a spark leapt between her hands, “Oh.” Her eyes went wide.

  “As I told you.”

  “Nobody likes a man who says I told you so,” Sybil muttered. But she kept on concentrating, encouraged by that tiny proof, until at last Kenric told her to stop.

  “Enough.”

  She nodded, her arms trembling with exertion. Sweat made tendrils of hair cling to the back of her neck. “I think I need another bath.”

  “I don't mind a body warm from exercise.” He moved close, bent his head toward a bare breast, and laved her nipple. The slide of his tongue against her flesh seduced her.

  Sybil felt her peaks grow taut at his attention. He drew her aureole fully into his mouth, suckled hard, released it and then traced a fingertip around the dampened pink bud.

  “Really,” Sybil managed to say.

  For an answer, he gave her other breast the same treatment. She glanced down and saw that his penis was erect and engorged. Kenric saw her look and something flickered in the depths of his golden eyes.

  “Your turn” He put his hands on her shoulders and urged her to kneel. Then he fisted his hands in her short curls and guided her mouth to his shaft.

  She kissed the length of him from the base of his balls up to the crown, then ran her tongue across the top, tasting salt and male musk. She opened to draw the. head of into her mouth and had to widen her jaw when he pushed forward, thrusting into her mouth. She wrapped her lips around his shaft and sucked as he moved back. and forth, the slide of his flesh an exotic texture that teased her tongue. She laved the head, licked at his length as he fed himself into her mouth, and opened wider, angling her head to take him deeper.

  “Will you swallow me if I spill myself on your tongue? Kenric asked.

  Sybil nodded and increased the suction she was giving him, suddenly hungry for the taste of him and the liquid proof that she could pleasure him.

  “Perhaps later.” He pulled himself out of her mouth. Sybil made a soft sound of protest, and buried her face against him, moving lower to run her tongue over the sensitive skin drawn tight over his balls. He lowered himself to his knees, facing her.

  “Lie back.”

  She did, feeling her nipples swelling and her sex clenching in anticipation. No matter how many times he touched her, it was never enough.

  “Spread your thighs.”

  She slid her feet apart.

  “Wider”

  “Like this?” Sybil bent her knees and turned them out, opening herself to him.

  “Like that.” Kenric studied her for a moment, then brought his head down to claim first one nipple, then the other, suckling her until her womb clenched in response, raking the upper curves with his teeth, sliding up to lick the hollows of her collarbone.

  “Head back.”

  Sybil raised her chin and closed her eyes as she felt his mouth grazing the vulnerable curve of her exposed throat. Then he moved down and licked the seam of her sex. Once. Twice. The third time, his tongue circled her clit, licked it, before he drew his tongue lower and plunged it into her.

  He suckled and tasted her sex until she was trembling and panting, her hips rocking in silent invitation. He raised his head and looked at her, sprawled in naked abandon, then cupped a hand between her thighs. His fingertips toyed with her slick flesh, caressing and probing lightly between her swollen labia, stroking her clit.

  “Turn over.”

  Sybil rolled onto her stomach, sucking in a breath when he took her hips and pulled them up, adjusting her position so that she kneeled with her ass in the air, legs open, head resting on her hands.

  He moved between her thighs, plunged two fingers into her slick heat, smoothed her own lubrication over the exposed rosette of her anus, and pushed first one, then the second digit inside.

  She let out her breath in a rush and almost forgot to breathe in as he stretched her wider, making her burn for more. Two fingers were an almost uncomfortably tight fit, but at the same time the exotic sensation as he worked them in and out was a pleasure in itself. She made a low sound of encouragement and arched her lower back as he pushed in, stretched his fingers apart inside her, withdrew until she held only his fingertips.

  Kenric cupped her sex with his free hand and plunged two more fingers into her slick sheath, opening her, stroking inside her, echoing his treatment of her anal passage.

  “Like that witch?”

  “Yes.”

  He withdrew his hands and then she felt him guiding his Shaft close, the head of his cock nudging between her labia. Desire made her soft, slick, and welcoming, and he filled her unresisting flesh as she arched her lower back to take him deeper.

  “Don't go to sleep. I'm not finished with you, witch.” The guttural growl made her smile as Sybil turned her face toward his. She floated in his arms while he washed her, using the water as an excuse to touch every part of her body.

  “You might have finished me,” she said. After her training session, he'd taken her from behind in a lengthy, thorough demonstration of his considerable stamina.

  “You need building up if kneeling to receive my cock exhausted your endurance.”

  “You underestimate yourself,” She gave him a lazy, satisfied smile.

  “Pleased, are you?” Kenric kneaded the slight swells of her breasts as he spoke, making her smile widen.

  “Uh-huh.”

  He played her sensitive nipples with expert skill, rousing her all over again. Sybil wrapped her legs around his waist, anchoring herself to him, feeling drunk with pleasure and unable to resist the need to get closer. He hooked his arms under hers and pulled her upright. Her nipples rubbed his chest, the intimate contact making her breasts ache for more.

  “Witch.”

  “You say that like it’s a bad thing.” She wound her arms, around his neck and kissed him, open-mouthed and eager, twining her tongue with his. He growled against her lips and devoured her, taking the opening she'd given him and using it to assert his dominance, while she willing relinquished control.

  When he broke the kiss, she felt dazed and breathless, lips swollen.

  “I have no use for witches.”

  “Really?” She wiggled her belly against his tumescent penis. “Could have fooled me.”

  “No use, but one.” Kenric put his hands on her waist, lifted her up until the head of his cock probed between her parted thighs.

  “And they say romance is dead.” Sybil grinned at him and then tucked her head under his chin as he pulled her body down until he was sheathed in her to the hilt. Her breath hitched as she felt the now-familiar swelling deep inside that indicated the knot was forming, locking their bodies together until release freed them.

  “Do you want romance?” He gripped her hips with inexorable pressure, holding her fast, impaled “Would you prefer sweet words from the man you spend tonight with? Or sweet satisfaction?”

  Sybil felt a shiver run through her at the thought of the coming night. Whatever waited for her, it wasn't romance. “Stop talking,” she whispered. She wanted to hold onto this moment. This man. The moment she went to her next lover, everything would shift.

  “What
about the night after? When the man I pass you to passes you on to the next and your body aches for release?” He growled the words in a darkly seductive voice, mating her imagine the procession of lusty men taking her, one after another. Imagined the sensory overload of multiple hands on her body. Her inner muscles tightened and her breath quickened. Then a frission of alarm triggered a less welcome reaction.

  She felt prickling heat sting her palms first, then spread up her arms. “Stop it.”

  “All five of us will have you,” Kenric went on, relentlessly driving it home as he drove deeper into her. “One after another. Separately and together. Again and again.”

  The fantasy was undeniably erotic, but what would the reality be? His blunt words excited and disturbed her in equal measure. What If she couldn't handle it? The unstable emotions, combined with her intense response to Kenric’s possession of her body, sent heat searing through her as power surged up and sought an outlet. Ghost flames burst from her arms.

  “Burning for it, are you?” He tightened his grip on her and took her with furious force. “Burn for this. Burn for me, witch. Spread your legs wider while I use you hard.”

  Sybil struggled for control, opened herself further to accept the thick shaft he drove into her and willed the flames away. She almost blinked in amazement when they banked, taking the scorching heat with them.

  “That's it, witch.” Kenric shifted, sliding one arm up her spine to fist his hand in her hair. He pulled her head back, covered her mouth with his. He kept on kissing her well after he'd emptied his balls into her womb.

  Much later, Sybil stirred as she felt Kenric's hand stroke the bare curve of her ass.

  “Again?” She asked, not certain if she wanted the answer to be yes. The more he had of her, the more she felt as if she was losing parts of herself to him. Parts she wasn’t sure she’d take with her when she left him.

  What if it was like that with all of them? What if they took her by turns until there was nothing left? She wasn't up to their level. They were supernatural studs. She was an incompetent witch who wore an A cup, They were into partner swan anal sex, BDSM, and who knew what else. She thought oral sex with a stranger was going over the edge of reason.

  “No”

  But he was still touching her, and she didn't move away. She couldn't bear to lose that small contact yet. Being with him had proven more intense and more intimate than she'd expected, and she wasn't ready to separate.

  His hand traced up the line of her spine, back down to caress the beginning swell of her buttocks, then pushed into the crease formed by the insides of her thighs pressed together.

  Sybil shifted her legs apart at his silent urging and he reached low between them to stroke her sex, petting and soothing as if to compensate for the animalistic way he'd claimed her in the pool.

  “Turn over.”

  She rolled onto her back, legs slightly parted. He leaned up over her on one elbow as he ran a hand over her, tracing the hollows of her throat, the slopes of her breasts, the plane of her belly, the Curve of her mound. His hand came to rest there, palm cupping her sex. He stroked her pubic curls and Sybil felt her throat tighten. She was glad when he didn't speak. That would mean he wouldn't expect her to, and she didn't trust her voice.

  Even if she could speak, what could she say? “You knotted me, tell me what that means”? Or worse, “I think I might die if you don t touch me often enough for the rest of my life”?

  He'd sounded like he was gargling gravel when she got him to admit that he wanted her. There probably wasn't anything she could say that he'd welcome hearing right now.

  Kenric gave her a final caress, rose to his feet, and extended his hand to help her up.

  He didn't keep her hand in his as they walked. Instead, he released her and took the lead, leaving her to follow behind him. She looked down at the mark on her skin. Four more nights, four more days, and the star would be complete.

  Already she could see the plan working. She was gaining control. The partial mark she wore now had been enough to allow her to quiet the flames that erupted when Kenric goaded her. She would live, she would master the thing inside her and close the damned gate. It was a fair trade.

  The tightness in her throat constricted her breath. She didn't protest when Kenric led her deep into a dim, luminescent cavern and manacled her wrists and ankles to a large rock. The manacles pulled her arms up over her head, thrusting her naked breasts forward, and forced her legs wide apart, exposing her sex to full view of anyone. The position left her resting on her butt with her feet just of the ground, upright but angled back on the cold, rough stone.

  “A gift to appease you, dragon,” he called out.

  She heard a scrape of talon on stone, saw a flicker of flame, and then the enormous beast padded toward her, tail flicking from side to side like a cat sighting prey and preparing to pounce.

  “Not a virgin, I hope,” the beast purred.

  “Not between her thighs,” Kenric said. “She's well able to take you.”

  “Is she?” The beast tilted its great head as it studied her, “She looks small.”

  “A tight fit gives the greatest pleasure.”

  The two of them talking about her in blunt sexual terms should have been infuriating. Instead it was . . . well . . . hot. Tension coiled and built low in her belly, sending an anticipatory thrumming through her body.

  The dragon hmmed, then sent his tail winding around her bare leg. “You say she isn't virgin between her thighs. Where has she never known man?”

  Kenric reached out to fondle her mound with casual familiarity, and her body reacted to his touch with an intensity that shocked her. She arched her pelvis to welcome his caress and invite more. He continued to stroke her pussy as he went on, “She's never spread her buttocks to receive a cock between them.”

  “How sweet,” Kadar purred. “We'll break her in gently.”

  Kenric gave her pubic curls a last pet, finding her clit and fingering it deliberately in the process. The caress sent a jolt of sensation to her core, made her body throb with desire for his. Despite, or maybe because of, the fact that he was leaving her spreadeagled and bare for his friend.

  Sybil drew in a breath, wondering if he was going to go further. He'd said they'd all have her, separately and together. The intensity of that encounter told her how much he liked the idea.

  Kenric toyed with her breasts and watched her body responded, back arching, nipples tightening. “Be good, witch, and the dragon might eat you.”

  Then he strode away, leaving her alone with the dragon.

  “I think we've played enough with your dragon and damsel fantasy.” Mist swirled and cleared to leave a bronze-haired naked man standing in front of her. The tail remained. Sybil glanced down at it, then back up at him. He shrugged. “You said you were willing to come to my bed. Did you think being taken by a dragon wouldn't be an exotic experience?”

  “I didn't really think too much about the particulars” Sybil admitted in a hoarse voice. “I didn't, notice the tail the last time I saw you naked.”

  “You were too busy checking out my front.” Kadar gave her a knowing grin.

  Sybil felt the serpentine tail sliding up and around her thigh until it reached behind her. The pointed end probed at the crease of her butt.

  “A virgin ass,” Kadar said. “I hope you know that won't last.”

  “I hope you know you won't fit in there,” she muttered through dry lips.

  “I’ll fit myself any where I please,” he informed her.

  She felt her eyes go wide as that appendage moved unerringly to the right spot, pushing at the tight rosette, undulating in a coaxing caress. Her opening gave way under the pressure as the rip of his tail began to penetrate.

  “Deliciously tight,” Kadar said, his voice approving. “I'm so going to enjoy you.”

  The alien caress wasn't unpleasant. The point was nearly equal in thickness to the two fingers Kenric had worked into her, She blinked, remembering th
at. Had he been preparing her for this? If so, did that make him thoughtful of her, or of his friend?

  “Poor Sybil, so confused,” Kadar gave her a wicked grin as he toyed with her. “The steel and stone feel cold, but you're getting so hot. The man you've spent the last twenty-four hours with just gave you to another man. Being displayed like this turns for me turns you on. Your little nipples are all tight and hard and when Kenric stroked your pussy in front of me, you wanted him to go further.”

  She breathed unsteadily. “That's twisted.”

  “Is it? Why? Didn't you find pleasure in his bed?”

  Sybil felt a wave of heat stain her checks. “Yes.”

  “Didn't it thrill you to have me see how much you liked the way he touched you?

  Didn't you enjoy me watching him touching you?”

  “Uh.” She couldn't deny that some part of her enjoyed being chained up for a strange man's pleasure, and had liked the way Kenric touched her intimately in front of an audience. She imagined him moving between her legs and sliding inside her while she was helpless, imprisoned, other eyes watching her performance, and felt a dizzying wave of sheer lust sweep over her.

  “Why haven't you ever given in to your exhibitionist tendencies?”

  Sybil blinked. “Ah. Um, You know, it's not exactly done.”

  Kadar caressed her anal opening in a rhythmic slide, watching her with knowing eyes. “Do you want me to call him back, so he can watch me make you come?”

  “No!” Her sex clenched, her anus tightened, and the unaccustomed penetration there abruptly made delicate tissues blossom with unaccustomed sensation. “Oh!”

  “Oh, yes “ Kadar turned his head. “Kenric!”

  “No, don't!” Her body reacted in a mixed rush of desire and panic.

  Kadar laughed as he withdrew the tip or his tail. “I'm going to ride you while one of the others watches us before I let you go And you'll enjoy it.”

  The idea excited her far more than it disturbed her. That in itself told her he was right. She stared at him in silence, not certain if she should dread the debauchery ahead or revel in it.

  “Remember, Sybil, I know what you're thinking. I know what you really want. I know you nearly came at the idea getting caught by your werewolf lover, naked and chained, while I toyed with your ass.”