"Aaahhh!!!"
Cecilia knew there were always consequences for provoking her husbands. But 20 rolls was 20 rolls.
Of course, the 20 rolls might have been the primary motivator… but it wasn't a bad idea to… to take her mates on a taboo adventure. This would deepen their bonds, after all. Synergize their assets.
…
…
Fine.
She admitted it. She liked it. All of it.
SLAP—SLAP—SLAP—
Oathran's powerful arms were wrapped around her waist and torso. But it was Arkai's hands, reaching from behind the dragon, that truly held her aloft. They grasped the undersides of her thighs, lifting her, letting her legs dangle and splay to either side of Oathran's kneeling form.
The Dragon Lord was a force atop the fur mat. Each deep, driving thrust lifted her, sending her body bouncing, flying higher with every impact before being caught and claimed again.
SLAP—SLAP—SLAP—SLAP—SLAP—
"Cummi—"
