Dragon conjurer 6, p.5
Dragon Conjurer 6, page 5
At the same time, Steffi gripped the simple wooden headboard with both of her hands, and she swung her creamy thigh over my head to kneel on either side of my face.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Nala sighed as she gripped her fingers tighter around my dick. Then she lowered her lips back down and took as much of my length into her mouth as she could manage.
I felt my cock touch the back of the curly-haired girl’s throat, and I shivered with pleasure for a moment before I turned my attention to the fairy-girl above my face. I reached up under Steffi’s thighs and cupped her perfect ass with both of my hands, and then I stared up at her as I flicked my tongue teasingly over her clit.
“You’re delicious,” I whispered and dove into her slick pussy lips like a starving man.
“Oh, Dylaaan,” Steffi moaned, and her head fell back as she gripped harder on the bed frame. “Your mouth feels so good.”
I massaged my fingers into the muscles of her firm ass and rocked my hips up slightly into Nala’s face.
Nala sucked hard on the tip of my dick every time she bobbed her head up, and she constantly pulsed her hot tongue along the underside of my shaft. A fire burned steadily deep in my gut as Nala worked her magic, but I forced myself to remain focused so I could satisfy Steffi, too.
I wrapped my hands over the tops of Steffi’s thighs and held her firmly in place as I ate her pussy, and I licked my tongue all the way up her dripping pussy lips and circled it around her clit.
“Oh, fuck,” Steffi moaned.
“Shit,” Nala hummed as she stroked her hands up and down my length. “Dylan, I need you inside me.”
“Then get up here,” Steffi sighed as I wrapped my lips over her clit. “Oooooh.”
Nala didn’t hesitate. She straightened up and moved so her hips were anchored firmly on either side of mine.
From my limited viewpoint deep in Steffi’s groin, I could see my pink-haired girl turn to look over her shoulder. Then Nala’s chocolatey hands reached up to cup the other girl’s pale tits, and she tweaked Steffi’s nipples lightly between her fingers.
“Aaah,” Steffi moaned as we spoiled our fairy-girl with attention. “Oooh, shiiiit.”
Nala continued to play her fingers over Steffi’s nipples as I felt her dripping hot folds hover just over the tip of my eagerly waiting dick. Then the dark beauty moaned as she impaled herself on my cock in a single motion, and she started to move slowly on me.
I could feel Steffi start to tense and knew she was close to climaxing, so I flicked my tongue more forcefully through her wet folds.
“Are you going to cum for us?” Nala purred as she squeezed her fingers hard around Steffi’s nipples.
“Yes, yessss!” Steffi moaned loudly as her hips started to rock erratically against my face. “Yeeeeeees, I’m cuuuming.”
Every muscle in my fairy-girl’s legs tensed as her orgasm took hold of her, and a fresh wave of Steffi’s sweet juices flooded over my chin.
“Fuck,” Nala breathed as she rode me with a torturously slow rhythm. “You’re so hot, Steffi.”
“Mmm,” the pink-haired girl hummed.
“Aaahh,” I moaned as I thrust my hips up and pounded harder into Nala’s tight tunnel.
Steffi quickly stood from around my head to turn completely around until she faced our teammate.
Steffi’s fingernails scraped down Beyblade’s tattoo and sharp sparks of heat licked out from my chest and down my spine. The heat and pleasure added to the churning pool of fire low in my gut.
“Dylan, put your fingers inside me,” Steffi begged as she cupped Nala’s face with both her hands.
“Fuck,” I moaned.
I complied instantly and slid two fingers deep into Steffi’s wet heat as Nala continued to ride me.
My two lovers reached up with their hands and began to play with each other’s nipples as I fucked them both, and I massaged deep in Steffi’s pussy with one hand and reached around her hips with my other to circle my fingertip over her clit. At the same time, I worked my hips up into Nala’s dripping pussy at the same pace as I finger fucked my fairy-girl, and both girls started whimpering with pleasure.
“Fuck, Dylan, right there,” Nala gasped as she massaged her hands into Steffi’s ass.
I thrust harder and faster with my hips and my fingers as pleasure blazed along every one of my nerves. The simple wooden bedframe started to creak ominously as we began to lose ourselves in the frenzy of sensation, and I felt myself getting close to release as the girls’ moans echoed around me.
So, I curled my finger in Steffi’s tight pussy and massaged forward into her g-spot to work her over the edge.
“Fuuuuck, yeees,” Steffi cried out, and her pussy instantly clamped tight around my fingers as she tumbled into another shuddering orgasm.
“Shit,” Nala gasped as she ground herself down on my pelvis. “I’m gonna cuuuum, toooo.”
Nala followed Steffi into oblivion, and the rippling waves of her pleasure dragged me along after them. Ecstasy spiked through my brain and down my spine as the girls came around my dick and fingers. A long, slow wave of scorching heat seeped out from Beyblade as Steffi ground down on my hand and rubbed her thighs over his tattoo.
“Fuuuck,” I groaned as I thrust upward and filled Nala’s tight tunnel with my seed.
The mind-numbing pleasure crashed through my limbs and all the way into my toes as I kept pumping more and more hot cum into Nala. My cream spilled out of her hot pussy and dripped down my balls as my chocolate-skinned girlfriend shuddered once more, but she didn’t stop riding my dick until I’d finally come down from my own intense climax.
“God, that was so good,” Nala cooed as her ragged breaths started to slow.
“It’s always so good with you guys.” Steffi grinned back at me, and she looked a little love drunk.
“You two are incredible,” I hummed as the dizzying pleasure finally started to ebb from my brain, and I stifled a heavy yawn.
“I love fucking you both,” Steffi sighed. “And now I’m ready for bed.”
Then she climbed off my chest, and I could see her juices drip down her creamy thighs in the light from the bathroom door.
“Yeah, I’m exhausted now,” Nala giggled as she stood from my bed.
Steffi leaned down to kiss my lips that were still covered in her juices.
“Mmm.” My fairy-girl licked her lips. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.” I smirked up at Steffi’s hazy, heavy-lidded eyes.
“I love you, too, too,” Nala giggled as she leaned forward to kiss me.
“And I love you, too,” I chuckled. “Get some good sleep. I know I will.”
“Good night, Dyl,” Steffi laughed.
My two girls waved at me as they walked back into the bathroom, and the room grew pitch black as Nala pulled the door closed behind her.
I sighed heavily and tugged the blanket out from under me, and I shook my head at the wild turn the night had taken. I didn’t think I’d ever get totally used to having all my gorgeous and strong girls in love with me, but I smiled at the knowledge that they all loved me enough to share me, and to share each other. I didn’t know what I’d done earlier in my life to earn this kind of karmic reward, but I knew I wasn’t going to waste it.
I fell asleep quickly and enjoyed a long, restful night interspersed with the occasional sexy dream. Sometimes Steffi was alone when she came to me, and sometimes Nala or Ronin was with her. By the early hours of the morning, all four of my ladies came to me in my dream and lavished me with all their attention, and I basked in every dreamy second of it.
“Everything a Dragon Master deserves,” Dream Elisabeth cooed as she drizzled her fingers over my skin, and I came all over her creamy tits one last time before everything faded to black.
I woke on my own for the first time in what felt like weeks. Confusion bubbled softly in my brain for a second as I glanced around the unfamiliar and empty room. Then I remembered our arrival in Tanzania and the events of the night before, and I couldn’t help but chuckle at the intense turn my life had taken these last few months.
I stretched and climbed out of bed, and then I pulled fresh jeans and a t-shirt out of my bag and walked into the bathroom. The mirrors were still fogged from the girls’ showers this morning, but the room was empty. I turned the hot water faucet and waited a moment for the water to heat up, and I pulled a towel and a few soap bottles from the shelves before I stepped into the steady stream of water.
The hot water felt amazing, and I took my time to enjoy a leisurely shower. I lathered my hair and scrubbed my nails across my scalp. Something about the dry heat of Tanzania felt like it lingered in the fibers of my hair and deep in the pores of my skin.
I turned the water off and dried myself before I pulled my clothes on. Then I walked over to the sink and brushed my teeth quickly, but I could hear Steffi and Nala chatting quietly in the next room. I walked back into my room and sat down on the bed to pull on my boots, and only a few seconds later, there was a knock on my door.
“Dude?” Nick’s voice called from the hallway. “You awake?”
“Yeah, man, come on in,” I answered.
Nick opened the door and poked his blond head in. “We’re heading over for breakfast, you wanna come?”
“Sounds good to me.” I nodded. “Let’s go.”
I stood from my bed and followed Nick out into the hallway. All my girls stood chatting comfortably in the hall already, and they turned to smile at me in unison as I pulled my door closed behind me.
“Good morning, ladies.” I smirked at my girls.
“Hey, cutie.” Steffi smiled and bounced over to kiss me.
“Bonjour,” Elisabeth murmured.
Nala and Ronin smiled sweetly at me.
“Okay, breakfast,” Nick announced.
“Let’s feed Nick before his stomach eats him,” Nala laughed.
We headed down the hall toward the double doors that led back to the dining hall, and then I pushed the doors open and found Bo and Binta locked in a passionate embrace on the other side.
“Oh,” I gasped and looked quickly away. “I’m sorry.”
The tall couple broke suddenly apart and smiled apologetically at me.
“Good morning, Dylan,” Bo said cheerfully.
Binta quickly straightened her clothes as the rest of my team joined us in the corridor.
“Good morning.” Nick smirked at our MIA guides.
“We were just on our way to breakfast,” Steffi chuckled. “Have you guys eaten yet?”
“We were waiting for you,” Bo answered with a shrug.
“Let’s see what this place has to offer, then,” Nick said as he started walking.
“Did you have a pleasant sleep?” Binta asked us conversationally.
“Yes, the rooms are very comfortable, thank you,” Ronin said.
“I am glad to hear this.” Bo grinned.
We followed Nick into the dining hall and quickly assembled plates loaded with perfectly fried eggs, roasted potatoes, and succulent sausages. There was also a table filled with pitchers of freshly squeezed orange juice and freshly brewed coffee.
“Is there any tea, perhaps?” Elisabeth asked.
“I believe I can find you something,” Binta said as she held up one finger. “Give me a moment.”
The tall girl disappeared through a heavy metal door in the back corner of the dining hall as Bo led us to an empty table nearby.
“I didn’t mean to be a bother,” my French girlfriend said a moment later when Binta still hadn’t returned. “It’s only that I do not like coffee.”
“It is no trouble,” Bo assured her. “Binta is friends with all the kitchen staff. Ah, here she comes, now.”
Binta called something I didn’t understand to the ladies in the kitchen. She stood in the half-open door to the kitchen and laughed with the staff a moment longer before she made her way to our table.
“Would you prefer Earl Grey or English Breakfast?” Binta offered the two types of tea to Elisabeth.
“Earl Grey.” The coppery-haired girl smiled. “You are too kind, thank you.”
“It is no trouble at all.” Binta smiled.
“So, what’s the plan for today?” Nick asked before he took a huge bite of his sausage and sighed with pleasure. “Oh, this is so good.”
“Our chef is very talented.” Bo grinned and lifted a bite of egg to his mouth.
“I thought we could show you the rest of our facility here,” Binta said. “Perhaps we can have a training session as well.”
“That sounds awesome,” Steffi said.
“Hell yes,” Nick said through a mouthful of breakfast. “Let’s show off a little bit.”
“I could use a little ass-kicking time,” Nala agreed.
“Unfortunately, that may need to wait.” Bo looked toward the doors of the dining hall and frowned.
Two thickly muscled men in tan shirts and dark brown pants marched toward us. They were dressed completely differently than the Men in Black at home, but they managed to walk with the same air of emotionless authority.
“Dylan Cooper,” one of the men spoke in a heavy accent I couldn’t place.
“That’s me.” I raised my hand.
“The displaced monster from your jurisdiction,” the other man said in a gentle South African accent. “It is time to take care of it.”
“Right.” I nodded and looked at my team. “Let’s get going.”
“Are we to accompany Dylan and his team?” Bo asked the pair of men.
“Yes, you will both go with them.” The first guard nodded. “Your briefing is on the helicopter.”
“Thank you,” Binta said politely to the two men.
The men turned on their heels and stomped off toward their next assignment.
“Are you all finished with your meals?” Binta asked my team.
“Yeah, we’re done.” Steffi glanced at Nala, and they nodded.
“Yes, I am finished, as well,” Ronin said as she swallowed her last bite of breakfast.
“Indeed, we've got a monster to take care of.” Elisabeth finished her tea and stood from the table.
“Well, I’m not done eating, but yeah… let’s get going, then.” Nick smirked and stood up.
The rest of my team and I rose to our feet as we picked up our trays.
“Lead the way,” I said to Bo.
Our tall MIA guides strode quickly to the tray drop off where we piled our trays up. Then Bo pushed the double doors open and held them for us as we filed into the hallway.
“MIA will have prepared mission clothes for us,” Bo explained. “We will change before we board the helicopter.”
“I’m glad,” Ronin chuckled. “This isn’t exactly mission-appropriate.”
The Japanese girl gestured at herself. She wore a white crop top that showed her smooth, flat stomach, and a black, pleated skirt that fell to her mid-thighs. Opaque black tights fit snugly across her thighs, and chunky, black leather ankle boots completed the look.
“Maybe not,” I said. “But you look amazing.”
“He’s right, Ro,” Steffi agreed. “That skirt is fierce.”
“You all look gorgeous today.” I smiled at my ladies.
And this wasn’t just talk.
Steffi looked as beautiful as Ronin, and she’d even drawn the tiniest line of teal blue at the corner of her gold eyes to make them pop. She wore a white cotton shirt with pastel rainbow polka dots, cut-off jean shorts, and black Converse sneakers.
Nala wore a dark green t-shirt that hung loosely over the band of her high-waisted jeans, and she’d cuffed the bottoms to expose her soft ankles and the laces of her dark, high-top sneakers.
Elisabeth’s long, coppery hair fell loose around the sharp collar of her light-blue polo shirt, and the simple gray slacks she wore would have made anybody else look frumpy, but on the elegant French girl, they were entirely high fashion.
“Come on.” Nick rolled his eyes playfully. “Let’s get ready to kick this displaced monster’s ass.”
Bo and Binta led us back toward the huge room with the wall of windows, but they stopped in the corridor just before and turned to look at my team and me.
“The ladies’ locker room is on this side.” Bo gestured at a door on the left and then pointed to a door beside him. “And the men’s room is here. You will find mission clothes waiting for you inside. They will be labeled with your names.”
“We will meet you boys back here when we are ready,” Binta said and leaned in to kiss her boyfriend.
“Hurry back, my love.” Bo smiled lovingly at his girlfriend.
Our guide pushed the locker room door open and held it for Nick and me as we walked inside the brightly lit room.
Three piles of earth-toned clothing sat on the bench in the middle of the room, and a small scrap of paper rested on top of each pile with our names scribbled on them.
Nick picked up his clothes and immediately stripped off his My Hero Academia t-shirt and jeans. Then he tugged the muted olive green cotton t-shirt over his head and stepped into the light-brown cargo pants.
My clothes were similar, with a dark, forest green shirt, and dark brown cargo pants. There were professional-looking hiking boots on the floor beneath the bench, and they had bright stripes along the sides, but mine were red, and Nick’s were yellow. I wondered for a second if MIA chose them based on our AIMM ranks.
Bo’s muscular frame filled out his dusty red shirt well, and his black cargo pants were almost a hair too short for the tall guy. I noticed his hiking boots had a white stripe where ours were colored, and he pinned his four-star rank carefully on his chest and checked his appearance quickly in the mirror.
I finished lacing up my boots and ran my fingers roughly through my hair.
“Are we ready?” Bo asked.
“Yeah.” Nick smirked. “This thing won’t know what hit it.”
“I’m ready.” I nodded.
“Let us go wait for the ladies,” Bo chuckled. “They will surely not be ready yet.”
“I like this guy,” Nick laughed.
The three of us walked back into the hallway to wait for the girls. Bo leaned his shoulder casually against the wall, Nick pulled an apple from somewhere and started to eat, and I braced my feet comfortably on the floor and let my eyes wander around the corridor.
