The Dracons' Woman (40 page)

Garen, Trey and Val openly gaped at Riata, their mouths open for so long that Riata smiled.  Finally Garen closed his mouth with a snap, Val and Trey immediately doing the same.

“You are certain of this?” Garen asked, hardly able to make himself believe that what she had said could possibly be true.  He had never even dreamed such a thing was possible.  His wildest dreams had Lariah miraculously able to give them male children.  No more.  And for all of them, that would have been more than enough.  Just Lariah herself without children would have been enough.  But this….

Riata stepped over to the bed and raised her hands over Lariah again.  After several moments she lowered them and smiled.  “Yes, I am certain.  I believe that she will awaken shortly.  When she does, the mating fever will rise in her.”  She looked at the three men, all still staring at her in disbelief, though at least their mouths were closed.  Her brows lowered sternly.  “If you do not complete the soul-link triad with her, and inject her a third time, she will die,” she told them bluntly.

That got their attention.  “How much time do we have?” Trey asked.

“Generally, the final injection must be completed within 24 hours.  But, as you know, we are in new territory here.  I would not recommend that you wait too long.”

Garen and Trey exchanged worried glances.  Val sighed.  “Is there a problem?” she asked.

“We have not explained to Lariah what a soul-link triad is,” Garen admitted.  Riata arched a brow at him.  “We didn’t think there was any reason to,” he said, wincing inwardly at the defensive note he heard in his own voice.

“Do you have any reason to believe that she would…balk…?” Riata asked, knowing that for herself, she would die of embarrassment.  But, she was not Jasani.

“No,” Val answered.  “But I must ask, are you certain that she is…capable of performing the soul-link triad with us?  In the old way?”

“I am certain, Highness,” she said firmly. 

Suddenly, Lariah’s eyes opened and she sat up in bed.  “Oh,” she exclaimed.  Garen, Trey and Val immediately scented her sudden, fierce arousal.  Her face flushed with heat and her eyes widened.  She swallowed hard.

“What’s happening to me?” she asked, her voice husky and uncertain.

“It is the mating heat,” Garen replied.

Lariah shook her head, not understanding. “How?” she asked.

“I will leave you now,” Riata interrupted.

“Please, check her once more,” Garen asked. “To be sure she is well enough for this.”

Riata opened her mouth, then closed it.  There was no reason to argue.  Garen was worried and after all that had happened, it was understandable.  It would not hurt to check one more time.  “Please lie down Lariah,” she said, her voice gentle.  “This will take only a moment.”

Lariah laid down slowly, the feel of the silky nightgown against her skin almost too much to bear.  She bit her lip hard and forced herself to remain still even as her face reddened with embarrassment.  She was so aroused she could hardly bear it, and she knew that the Healer would discern that easily.

Riata held her hands over Lariah’s body, checking her carefully.  The arousal the young woman felt was shocking to her but, as always, she kept her thoughts and feelings to herself.  At last she finished, lowered her hands and stepped away from the bed.

“She is well,” Riata said, “but the mating heat is very strong already.  I urge you not to wait too long.  I fear that if you do, she will suffer for it.”

Garen’s hesitation and worry fled at once at those words.  Lariah had been through more than enough.  They would not do anything to make it worse.

“We ask that you wait Healer, and check her for us once the ritual is complete,” Trey said.

Riata nodded.  “Of course Highness,” she replied.  “I would not wish to do other.”

“I will see you out,” Val offered, walking to the door and opening it for the Healer.  After leading her into the living room and informing Suly that they had a guest, he returned to the bedroom.  Garen and Trey were beside Lariah on the bed and he quickly joined them.

“What is happening to me?” Lariah asked.

“You are now Jasani,” Garen told her, knowing that they did not have time for long explanations.  “You are also dracon,” he added.

“Wow,” Lariah said, then her body shuddered uncontrollably and she moaned softly.  “Okay, details later,” she panted. “What is happening to me now?”

“Do you remember when we told you that Jasani women had to be injected within 24 hours or the mating fever would kill them?”

Lariah’s eyes widened.  “So this is the mating fever huh?

Garen nodded.  “Well, it’s um….intense.” she gasped as her body shuddered again.  “So can we maybe do the injection thing soon?”

“We must perform the soul-link triad,” Trey said.

Lariah groaned again and began to shake, her small body moving the entire bed.  “Hurry,” she gasped.

“Do you want us to explain it to you?” Val asked as he stood up and began removing his clothes.

Lariah quickly shook her head.  “Hurry, please,” she gasped again.  Garen was horrified to see tears running down her face.  He leapt up, removed his clothes as fast as he could and reached for Lariah, pulling the nightgown off of her body in one swift motion.

Her nipples were hard pebbles and her thighs were soaked with her fluids.  He urged her to lie down as Val climbed onto the bed, spread her legs wide and lowered his mouth to her pulsing pussy.  One lick and Lariah arched her back off the bed, nearly sobbing with the intensity of her arousal.  She needed desperately to climax.  Garen lowered his lips to hers and plunged his tongue into her mouth as his hands went to her breasts. He pinched her nipples firmly and took her deep shuddering moan into his mouth.  She broke the kiss, panting and gasping, her eyes desperate. 

“Nip her,” Garen growled to Val, “she needs to come right now,”

Val immediately nipped Lariah’s clit hard, the way she liked it after a couple of hours of play, hesitant to do it so quickly but trusting Garen.  Garen pinched her nipples again at the same time and tugged on them.  Lariah’s entire body arched off the bed, tight as a bow, her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth open in a silent scream as the strongest orgasm she’d ever had ripped through her. 

Her body relaxed and fell back to the bed, Lariah fighting for air, but the desperation gone from her eyes.  Garen knew it would be a short respite.  They very clearly did not have hours to complete the ritual.  He was afraid they had only minutes. 

“Val, get the ointment,” he ordered.  “We have little time.  Trey, take your place.”

Trey hurried over and laid down on the bed, his hips near the edge, feet on the floor.

Already Lariah was feeling the need rise again with frightening speed, and Garen could feel the growing tension in her body.  He lifted her up and lowered her slowly over Trey.  Lariah realized at once what they wanted and spread her legs wide, one knee on either side of Trey.  Trey grasped her hips and guided her hot sheath over his cock. 

Lariah wanted to slam herself down on him, put Trey held her firmly.  “Slowly baby,” he said.  “we must wait for Garen and Val.”

Lariah nodded, but the fever was growing quickly and she knew that if not for Trey holding her, she would not have been able to wait a single moment.  Her body began to shudder again.  “Hurry,” she whispered, “please hurry.”

Val handed the jar of cream to Garen who yanked the lid off and tossed it to the floor in his haste.  He scooped a dollop onto his fingers and generously applied it to Lariah’s rear opening.  He was relieved that she felt relaxed there.  He did not want her hurt, and he knew that in her current state pain would not slow her down.  He placed the head of his large cock at the tender entrance and paused one moment to calm himself.  He suddenly realized that, for all of the fear and worry and haste, he and his brothers were actually performing a ritual that had not been performed for millennia.  One which none thought would ever be performed again.  He allowed himself a moment of wonder.  Then Lariah’s whispered “hurry,” the edge of panic in her voice, had him pressing into her slowly.  She tried to force him in faster, but Trey was holding her in place, refusing to allow her to cause herself harm.  Garen groaned at the heat engulfing his cock as he seated himself fully into her tight passage.  He could not believe how hot she was, and spared a moment to worry about her again. 

“Now, Trey,” he gasped.  He felt Trey lower Lariah until he was fully seated inside her as well.  Val was on the bed, positioned so that Lariah could easily take his cock into her mouth by turning her head. 

“Lariah,” Garen said,  “this will not be easy for you, but please try.”

“Just tell me what to do,” she gasped, her body constantly squeezing the two cocks inside of her, her fluids gushing over Trey’s groin, her body shaking with need.

“Lift your left wrist to Trey’s mouth, your right to Val’s,” he told her.  She immediately complied and both men took her wrists, kissed them tenderly and held them, waiting. 

Garen paused a moment to center himself, then recited softly, “
Have they faith in the three, by the three shall all be blessed
.”  Then he looked over Lariah’s shoulder and into Trey’s eyes.  Trey nodded.  “I have faith, my brother,” he said.

Garen turned his gaze to Val.  “I, too, have faith,” he said.  Once more Garen nodded, then turned away from the last vestige of fear and indecision.  “I have faith,” he said aloud, and meant it.  At once his body and mind relaxed, and he took a deep breath.

“Extend your mating fangs,” he said.  “This will go fast and we must all be ready.”

Trey and Val nodded, making Garen think that theirs were already extended as his own were.  “Lariah,
sharali
, you must take Val’s cock deep into your throat and hold it.  Take a deep breath first as you will need to hold your breath.  Once he is seated in your throat, we will inject you with our serum.  We all need to remain still until the injection is complete.  Once it is complete, your body will undergo a change and you will be able to keep Val in your throat and still breathe.”

“Everyone ready?” he asked, his voice hoarse with his own rising need.

“Yes, yes,” Lariah panted. 

“Lariah, take Val now,” he ordered.

Lariah turned her head, licked Val’s large cock once, twice, then opened her lips and took him slowly into her mouth, pressing forward until he reached the back of her throat.  She paused a moment, took a deep breath, then swallowed hard until she felt him deep in her throat.  At the same moment she felt a light sting in each wrist and the side of her neck as the mating fangs penetrated her flesh.

Thankfully, the overwhelming urge to pound her body onto the two cocks penetrating her stilled momentarily as she waited, penetrated by all three of her men’s cocks and fangs.  Suddenly, a strange feeling came over her.  She felt slightly disoriented.  She took a deep breath, simply knowing that she could, even though Val’s cock was still buried deep in her throat.  She felt the mating fangs recede from her flesh, and then, as one, all three men began fucking her in a deep, even rhythm.  Garen and Trey in counterpoint, Val in pace with Garen.  Val held her head gently as he thrust deeply into her mouth, while Garen caressed and pinched her nipples in time to his deep, hard thrusts in her ass.  Trey held her hips with one hand, the other stroking and pinching her clit lightly as he thrust hard up into her hot, gushing pussy.  There was nothing she could do, no way for her to match their rhythm or even move, so she just relaxed and allowed herself to simply feel. 

This, she realized, was more than just being fucked by all three men.  There was a deeper connection happening here, something she seemed to feel in her soul.  She felt something inside of her growing, changing, getting ready, but she didn’t know what for.  The thrusts got harder, faster, deeper and she knew they were all going to come at the same time.  She felt it rushing toward her and when the wave hit, she just relaxed and let it take her.  She felt their seed pump into her, hot and thick and, somehow, she felt it shooting through each passage toward her womb.  She wasn’t sure how that could be, but she didn’t question it.  As their seed met and blended together a small, golden light began to shine within her and seemed to send out a call, a tiny vibration that sped back through each passage toward the cocks penetrating her.  All three men stiffened and she felt something else shoot from them in place of their seed.  Something warm and gentle, something that seemed to be the very essence of each of them.  She could literally feel Val, Trey and Garen in her body, could tell which was which by the way they felt as easily as she could by looking at them.  She felt them fly through her passages, a part of them somehow separating and moving through her blood and bone.  She felt a strange tingling sensation in her skin that she knew absolutely was them sealing a part of their essence into her.  Trey on her left side, Val on her right, Garen around her shoulders.  She felt them there, knew she would always feel them there.  They were now a permanent part of her in some way she did not understand, but simply accepted.  The remaining part of their essence flowed toward the golden light in the center of her being.  As their essence met the light and blended together, Lariah felt her entire body, mind and soul blaze with a sudden flare of brilliant gold.  She heard Garen, Trey and Val shout as one, her own voice rising with theirs as they all exploded in a huge, muscle wrenching orgasm unlike anything any of them had ever imagined possible.