Chapter 126: Touch her
Gwen whimpered beneath the sheets, her body shaking despite the coolness Anastasia had summoned into the room.
Drogon leaned over her, careful, restrained. His large hand hovered above her belly but didn’t touch. His body radiated heat even in the cold room, and Gwen leaned into it unconsciously.
“Say something,” he whispered. “Tell me what you need.”
“I don’t know,” Gwen rasped. “I want… both of you. I think I always have. I don't know what's happening."
Anastasia inhaled sharply. Stunned by Gwen's reply.
Drogon’s eyes snapped to hers, unreadable. “Then you shall have us both.”
Anastasia stiffened. “This isn’t...”
“About what you want or don’t want,” Gwen cut in, her voice filled with desperation. “I need you, Ana. I need you close. I need your lips on mine. I need Drogon inside me. And I need you to watch, or touch me, or hold me... I don’t care how. I just… can’t bear to lose either of you, at this point.”
She reached up, her trembling fingers brushing Anastasia’s cheek.
Anastasia closed her eyes, leaning into Gwen's touch. All she could think about was how much she loved Gwen. And right now she needed her. Even though she hates the idea of sharing her with anyone.
“You’re mine,” she whispered. “But fine. For tonight… I’ll share.”
Drogon gave a slow, almost reluctant nod. " Can I touch you now?" Gwen nods at him.
Then he reached for the hem of Gwen’s nightdress.
“Wait,” Anastasia said suddenly, grabbing his wrist.
Drogon paused. His eyes met hers.
“If you hurt her...”
“I never will.”
Anastasia let go.
Gwen arched her back as Drogon’s fingers slid the silk up her thighs, baring skin flushed pink with heat. Her breath hitched as the cool air kissed her dampness.
“She’s burning,” Anastasia murmured, stunned by how alive Gwen’s skin felt. “How has she held on for this long?”
“She’s stubborn,” Drogon replied, his voice husky. “Too proud to surrender. Even to pleasure.”
Gwen whimpered again, hips lifting. “Please... please, Drogon. Help me.”
Drogon knelt at the edge of the bed, positioning himself between her parted thighs.
He didn’t touch her; he simply breathed against her wetness, inhaling her fragrance and arousal, feeding the urge of his beast Gwen cried out softly, her hands fisting the sheets.
Anastasia moved closer, sitting beside her. She smoothed Gwen’s damp hair back, her lips brushing her temple. “You’re not alone, love. We’ve got you.”
“Then kiss me,” Gwen whispered, turning her face toward her.
Anastasia didn’t hesitate.
Their lips met soft and tender at first, like two storms pausing in their fury to taste the calm. Gwen moaned into her mouth just as Drogon’s tongue slid between her folds. The combination made her legs tremble.
“She tastes of fire and sweetness,” Drogon murmured into Gwen’s heat. “And you, Anastasia… you taste like winter. Let me taste both.”
Anastasia’s eyes snapped open.
“You can’t be serious...”
But Gwen was pulling her down again, guiding her hand to her own breast, tugging Anastasia closer.
And Anastasia broke. Unable to restrain herself.
She kissed Gwen harder, this time deeper. Their tongues tangled, their hands exploring each other with an urgency born of too many nights spent apart, too many words unspoken.
Meanwhile, Drogon devoured her below, every lick and flick of his tongue making Gwen writhe between them. His growl vibrated against her core, and her thighs clamped around his shoulders.
“I can’t...I’m going to...” she gasped.
“Let it happen,” Anastasia whispered her mouth now on Gwen’s neck. “Let go, my love.”
With a cry that shattered the silence of the chamber, Gwen came, her body arching in a perfect bow between them, hips bucking against Drogon’s face.
Drogon didn’t stop. He licked her through it, savouring her trembles, her gasps, her shuddering release. Only when she collapsed back into the bed did he rise.
His face glistened with her juice. He looked to Anastasia, and for a heartbeat, neither spoke. Then Drogon held out his hand.
Anastasia stared at it like it was a challenge.
And then...slowly...she took it.
He pulled her to her feet, and she found herself bare inches from his body, his massive, gloriously naked body. Gwen watched them, her eyes hazy and filled with lust.
“Do you want me to watch?” Gwen asked. “Or touch?”
Drogon’s eyes never left Anastasia’s. “I want her to touch you. While I take you again.”
Gwen shivered. Anastasia’s lips parted, but she didn’t protest. Instead, she whispered, “Then take her. Let me see how you love her.”
She watched the two of them, Drogon, still standing beside the bed and Anastasia, rigid and flushed, her hair dark around her pale face.
Drogon moves to bend his knees, but Gwen's voice, low and dreamy,y, comes through,gh, stopping him.
“I want to see the two of you together.”
Silence.
Drogon tilted his head, confused. Anastasia blinked once, twice. Then her brows snapped together.
“What?”
“I want to see you touch each other.” Gwen's voice didn’t shake. “Let me watch.”
Both of them looked at her as though she’d gone mad.
Anastasia’s mouth opened, and words fell out without filter.
“But I don’t like men.”
Drogon visibly recoiled, his pride catching the hit.
“I am no man,” he said sharply, the low growl in his voice edged with offence. “I am a dragon. I am older than any species you know, mage.”
Anastasia scoffed, crossing her arms. “You certainly look like one.”
His jaw twitched, but he said nothing.
Before either of them could launch into a full-blown argument, Gwen sat up, her voice firm and pleading all at once.
“Both of you. Please... do this for me.”
Anastasia hesitated. Her eyes slid to Gwen’s face, and something in them, some old tenderness, maybe even guilt, broke her resolve.
“Why would you ask for something like that?” she murmured, her voice low, almost hurt. “What kind of woman asks the two people she loves to...”
“I don’t know,” Gwen whispered. “But I saw your eyes, Ana.”
Anastasia froze.
Drogon, for once, didn’t interrupt. His gaze flicked between them, curious and still.
Gwen pressed on, her voice softer now. “When you thought no one was watching. You looked at him. The way you look at me.”
Anastasia flushed deeply. It crept down her neck like blooming wine.
“That’s not...” she tried, but her voice broke. “It doesn’t mean anything.”
“It means enough.” Gwen sat up further, her bare skin brushing against Anastasia’s. “You crave more than you let yourself admit. And I want to see it. I want to see you feel, Ana.”
There was a stretch of silence, between yes and refusal. Then Drogon stepped closer.
Anastasia didn’t move, but her lips parted as he reached for her hand. Slowly. No force. Just an offer.
“I won’t bite,” he said, voice smooth. “Unless you ask me to.”
She narrowed her eyes. “Don’t flirt.”
“Too late,” he said, and for the first time, something like a smirk tugged at his lips.
She stared at his hand for a long time. Then, slowly, reluctantly, placed hers in his.
Her fingers were cool against his heat. His thumb brushed her palm, slow and firm, and she swallowed hard.
Gwen exhaled, her smile soft and feral at once. “Yes… just like that.”
Drogon stepped in behind Anastasia, his broad frame dwarfing hers. His other hand came to her waist, and her breath caught, but she didn’t pull away.
Instead, she whispered, “This doesn’t mean I like you.”
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