Chapter 127: You were perfect.
“I can work with that,” Drogon replied, brushing her hair back with a gentleness that surprised her.
Gwen leaned back against the pillows, spreading her legs slightly, her hand dipping between her thighs as she watched them, arousal licking up her spine.
“Touch her,” she said. “Let me see what you’d do to her if she let you.”
Anastasia flushed darker. Drogon moved his hand up, fingers grazing the swell of her breast.
She shivered.
“Tell me to stop,” he said.
She didn’t.
Instead, her head tilted slightly, a sharp breath leaving her lips as his fingers closed around her breast through the fabric of her robe. He pinched her nipples and rubbed on them softly making her cry out in pleasure.
Her hand clenched around his wrist, whether to pull him away or keep him there, she didn’t seem to know.
“Damn you,” she muttered. " That feels good."
“I told you,” Drogon murmured against her ear. “I am no man.” he completed between licks. He grazed on her neck.
Gwen moaned softly at the sight, her fingers working faster in and out of her.
“You’re so beautiful like this, Ana,” she whispered. “Let him show you what you’ve never let yourself have.”
Drogon’s hand slid down, brushing aside her robe and then running his hand on the edge of Anastasia’s thigh. She didn’t stop him. Her eyes fluttered shut.
“I hate you both,” she breathed.
But her hips tilted back into his palm. Wanting more of the pleasure he was giving her. His hand moves to her and gently rubs her through her robes.
" Ahh... gods above..." She leaned in more on his chest. Drogon licked and teased her through her robes while watching Gwen at the same time.
He never took his eyes off her. The smell of her arousal only made him mad with desire and his rod stabbed at the back of the back of Anastasia.
Anastasia gasped. " Ahh... What's that? " She tries pulling away from him but Drogon wouldn't let go.
" Easy now, wildcat. I won't hurt you. You remind me of a werecats," he murmured trying to distract her and put her at ease.
“Let me go,” Anastasia whispered, though her voice lacked any real force.
Drogon held her gently, but firmly. His lips grazed her neck again, hot breath fanning over her skin. “You’re shaking, little cat,” he said. “Is it fear… or your desire for me?”
Anastasia said nothing. Her breathing was too fast. Her body was already betraying her, leaning into him, arching into every touch.
He rubbed her again, slower this time, circling his fingers over the wetness soaking through her light blue robe.
She whimpered.
“Tell me to stop,” he said again, this time softer. " And I promise I will."
She didn’t.
Instead, her head fell back against his shoulder. Her eyes stayed shut as he slipped one hand inside her robe and brushed over her bare slit. She was wet, soaked, even.
“So sensitive,” he said, pressing two fingers against her folds and rubbing slowly.
Anastasia gasped, grabbing onto his wrist again. “Gwen…”
Gwen smiled, her fingers still working between her thighs. “Let him, Ana. You’re beautiful when you let go.”
Anastasia opened her eyes and looked at her; at the way Gwen’s body trembled, at the way she watched them like they were her most beautiful dream.
That gaze… that hunger… It made her stop thinking and just allowed herself to feel. She completely let go.
Drogon’s fingers found her clit. He rubbed soft circles there, slow at first, then faster as she rocked against his hand. His other arm wrapped around her waist, holding her steady.
She moaned out loud, body trembling. “Please…”
He smiled against her neck. “Please what, little cat?”
“I don’t know…” Her voice cracked.
But Drogon did. He slipped one long finger inside her, then another, feeling how tight she was.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “You’re going to make me lose control…”
Anastasia cried out again. Gwen moaned with her, her fingers working faster. Their eyes locked, heat passing between them like fire.
“Touch him,” Gwen whispered. “Feel what you do to him.”
Anastasia’s hand reached behind her, trembling until her fingers brushed the hard cock pressing against her back.
She gasped again. “Gods… you’re...”
“I know,” Drogon growled. “Do you want me to stop?”
She shook her head.
“No,” she whispered.
“Good,” he said, turning her slowly to face him. “Then kiss me.”
She hesitated, but Gwen’s soft moan from the bed gave her the courage. She leaned in, brushing her lips over Drogon’s.
It was quick and unsure, but Drogon caught her chin and deepened the kiss just when she was about to back off, it was slow and thorough.
Her fingers tightened around his arms.
“I still don’t like you,” she muttered against his mouth. Trying to convince herself that she was doing it for Gwen not because she found the dragon attractive.
“Liar,” he breathed, lifting her and laying her beside Gwen. He climbed over her, settling between her thighs as his hand reached down and rubbed her again.
Gwen moved closer, brushing her lips against Anastasia’s shoulder. “Let him take you,” she whispered. “Let me watch you fall apart.”
Drogon kissed down her body, licking between her breasts before moving lower. “She tastes like ice,” he said, groaning. “And rain.”
Anastasia grabbed the sheets. “Oh gods… Gwen…”
“I’m here,” Gwen said, fingers trailing down to Anastasia’s hip. “I’m right here.” she bent down and took her lips.
She trailed her hand to her nipples. Rubbed on them and pinched them hard, just like she knew she liked it.
Anastasia gasped into Gwen’s mouth, her back arching from the bed as Gwen pinched her nipple again. Drogon’s mouth was on cunt now, his tongue hot and wet as it dragged along her slit.
“Ahh...gods,” Anastasia moaned, her fingers flying to Gwen’s hair, clutching it tightly.
“You like that?” Gwen whispered, pressing soft kisses along her jaw, her hand still teasing Anastasia’s chest.
Anastasia couldn’t answer. Her hips bucked up into Drogon’s mouth, her body trembling under their touch. She had never felt anything like this, never been touched this way. Not by a man.
Gwen moved lower, licking the curve of Anastasia’s breast before closing her mouth over one nipple. She sucked softly, then flicked her tongue the way she knew Anastasia liked.
Anastasia cried out.
“I c-can’t… it’s too much…”
Drogon growled low against her core. “You’ll take it. All of it.”
He pulled her thighs wider, diving in deeper, his tongue circling over her clit now. Gwen reached down, spreading her folds for him so he could taste her better. Their hands brushed, and Gwen smiled at him.
“She’s shaking,” Gwen said, breathless.
“She’s close,” Drogon replied, voice dark and thick with lust. “She’s going to break.”
Anastasia twisted under them, her face flushed, body glowing with heat. She couldn’t stop the moans leaving her mouth and couldn’t think straight.
Gwen kissed her again, swallowing her cries as Drogon sucked harder, his tongue relentless.
Then it happened.
Anastasia’s whole body tightened, her legs tightened around Dragon's head, and her mouth tore from Gwen’s as a loud moan came out of her.
She came hard, her body trembling, hips jerking as waves of pleasure crashed through her.
Drogon didn’t stop until she was done, licking up every drop of her sweetness. Anastasia, for the first time, lost control.
Gwen held her close, brushing her hair back. “You were perfect,” she whispered. “So perfect.”
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