Dragon Betrayed (Immortal Dragons Book 0) Read Online Free
Author: Ophelia Bell
turned back to Belah, a fresh glimmer of excitement in her eyes. “Mistress? May we serve you this morning?”
Belah moved to sit on the bed near Nyla’s head. She cupped the young woman’s chin and bent close, taking her mouth in a slow, languid kiss that Nyla returned eagerly. Belah hummed in appreciation of Zeb’s salty flavor clinging to his lover’s tongue. They had both been so close to climax, their auras still pulsed vividly around them, but that would have to wait until the magic had doubled.
Belah’s pets were nothing if not eager to please. The delay in satisfaction might have been torture to some, but every member of her harem had been well-trained to hold back until their mistress was ready. Belah made sure never to disappoint them.
She reached toward the bedside table and opened a wooden box that rested there, one of many beside every other bed throughout her harem’s quarters. From within, she lifted an earthenware bottle and uncorked it, releasing a spicy aroma into the air. Both her pets breathed in deeply, and Nyla shifted as if to move off her lover’s torso.
“Don’t move yet,” Belah said. “Just sit up for me.” This was one of the many little rituals she enjoyed with her pets, and one she hadn’t done with Nyla yet. She tilted the bottle over Nyla’s chest and a stream of oil drizzled out, gleaming gold in the morning light. It landed on the upper swell of one breast and ran down over Nyla’s dark nipple. The young woman closed her eyes and smiled, her nipple hardening.
Before the liquid could drip off the tip, Bella cupped her hand beneath the heavy globe of flesh, catching the excess in her palm and swirling it around Nyla’s nipple. She set the bottle back down and focused her attention on smoothing the oil over Nyla’s breasts and shoulders while Zeb watched, his torso twisted sideways to get a better view of the proceedings. Between them his cock still stood erect and glistening.
When the front side of Nyla’s torso shone with the oil and her breasts heaved from desire, Belah gave both her nipples one last squeeze and stopped. She poured another bit of oil into her palm and reached between Zeb’s legs, beginning with his smooth, supple balls and working her palm up the length of his shaft and back down.
Zeb let out a rough groan, his head falling back against the cushions. When his aura pulsed dangerously close to climax, she stopped.
“Down again, but don’t touch him yet,” she said to Nyla in a whisper. The young woman obediently lowered her torso so that her cheek rested on Zeb’s hip, but she remained a breath away from the base of his shaft with her hands resting on his thighs. “Good girl,” Belah said.
She stood and tipped the bottle of oil again, trailing a line down the woman’s spine until it trickled between the round, firm cheeks of her ass. Nyla’s bare cunt already flowed with her own juices, but her flesh quivered when the cooler oil reached it. She let out a small whimper when Belah cupped her ripe folds and swept back upward. She teased slowly through her cleft, moving higher and pausing to add another small dollop of oil between Nyla’s cheeks. With her fingertips, she gently worked the oil in a narrowing spiral around the tight rosette of her ass.
Belah’s own heartbeat had sped up in her chest and she was grateful for this delicious distraction from her thoughts of the night—of the man who now rested mere footsteps from her own bedchamber. A heavy, throbbing sensation began deep between her thighs, and she forced herself to focus again on Nyla.
Reaching back to the box, she retrieved a blunt, smooth piece of marble that had been polished to a silken shine. It was shaped like an elongated egg, with a flared base like a tiny pedestal.
As she anointed the dildo with more of the oil, Belah grew aware of the arousal of another nearby and glanced up. Through Zeb and Nyla’s curtains, one of her other pets watched raptly.
The large,
Belah moved to sit on the bed near Nyla’s head. She cupped the young woman’s chin and bent close, taking her mouth in a slow, languid kiss that Nyla returned eagerly. Belah hummed in appreciation of Zeb’s salty flavor clinging to his lover’s tongue. They had both been so close to climax, their auras still pulsed vividly around them, but that would have to wait until the magic had doubled.
Belah’s pets were nothing if not eager to please. The delay in satisfaction might have been torture to some, but every member of her harem had been well-trained to hold back until their mistress was ready. Belah made sure never to disappoint them.
She reached toward the bedside table and opened a wooden box that rested there, one of many beside every other bed throughout her harem’s quarters. From within, she lifted an earthenware bottle and uncorked it, releasing a spicy aroma into the air. Both her pets breathed in deeply, and Nyla shifted as if to move off her lover’s torso.
“Don’t move yet,” Belah said. “Just sit up for me.” This was one of the many little rituals she enjoyed with her pets, and one she hadn’t done with Nyla yet. She tilted the bottle over Nyla’s chest and a stream of oil drizzled out, gleaming gold in the morning light. It landed on the upper swell of one breast and ran down over Nyla’s dark nipple. The young woman closed her eyes and smiled, her nipple hardening.
Before the liquid could drip off the tip, Bella cupped her hand beneath the heavy globe of flesh, catching the excess in her palm and swirling it around Nyla’s nipple. She set the bottle back down and focused her attention on smoothing the oil over Nyla’s breasts and shoulders while Zeb watched, his torso twisted sideways to get a better view of the proceedings. Between them his cock still stood erect and glistening.
When the front side of Nyla’s torso shone with the oil and her breasts heaved from desire, Belah gave both her nipples one last squeeze and stopped. She poured another bit of oil into her palm and reached between Zeb’s legs, beginning with his smooth, supple balls and working her palm up the length of his shaft and back down.
Zeb let out a rough groan, his head falling back against the cushions. When his aura pulsed dangerously close to climax, she stopped.
“Down again, but don’t touch him yet,” she said to Nyla in a whisper. The young woman obediently lowered her torso so that her cheek rested on Zeb’s hip, but she remained a breath away from the base of his shaft with her hands resting on his thighs. “Good girl,” Belah said.
She stood and tipped the bottle of oil again, trailing a line down the woman’s spine until it trickled between the round, firm cheeks of her ass. Nyla’s bare cunt already flowed with her own juices, but her flesh quivered when the cooler oil reached it. She let out a small whimper when Belah cupped her ripe folds and swept back upward. She teased slowly through her cleft, moving higher and pausing to add another small dollop of oil between Nyla’s cheeks. With her fingertips, she gently worked the oil in a narrowing spiral around the tight rosette of her ass.
Belah’s own heartbeat had sped up in her chest and she was grateful for this delicious distraction from her thoughts of the night—of the man who now rested mere footsteps from her own bedchamber. A heavy, throbbing sensation began deep between her thighs, and she forced herself to focus again on Nyla.
Reaching back to the box, she retrieved a blunt, smooth piece of marble that had been polished to a silken shine. It was shaped like an elongated egg, with a flared base like a tiny pedestal.
As she anointed the dildo with more of the oil, Belah grew aware of the arousal of another nearby and glanced up. Through Zeb and Nyla’s curtains, one of her other pets watched raptly.
The large,
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