Authors: Jade Allen
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It was official. Sarah Coleman
had been on shift at The Coffee Castle for a few hours too long.
Sure, it was normal and customary
for her to be weary at the end of an exhausting day; even so, said fatigue did
not generally inspire the curious image of dragons in flight.
Yet sure enough, a casual glance
out the front window of The Coffee Castle produced the image she’d seen many
nights in her dreams: the vision of two towering dragons with wide spanning
wings, long stately tails, sleekly scaled forms, and eyes that seemed to gleam
forthright in her direction.
“They’re so beautiful, just like
in my dreams,” she breathed, “only they just don’t belong in this world.”
Excusing herself for her nightly
dinner break, Sarah took leave of The Coffee Castle and headed for the wide
open field that bordered the establishment—and sure enough, the dragons that
she’d spotted through a broad bay window followed in her wake.
Criminy. Sarah had had enough.
“Okay, you dragons,” she
admonished the giant, bewinged green creatures who now stood before her in a
fragrant golden field. “It’s all fine and good for you to show up in my dreams,
but when I’m trying to put in an honest day’s work and two oversized lizards
with wings show up to distract me, well, this is simply where I draw the line.”
The dragons before her looked at
one another, cocking their heads in what seemed to be a show of keen curiosity.
Then they both began to laugh.
Hard.
“We are sorry to startle you, my dear,”
said the dragon on the left, whose voice sounded eerily familiar to Sarah’s
ears. “Perhaps you would prefer to see us in a different form?”
Without awaiting an answer, the
duo dissolved in a sparkling flash of pure emerald light, emerging seconds
later as they assumed their promised different forms.
Forms that, she couldn’t help but
notice, seemed familiar to her eyes.
Not to mention fully and markedly
naked to these same eyes.
“Gabriel and Lachan?” she asked,
squinting confused as she beheld the tall, statuesque forms of her dashing
young lovers.
“Our queen!” the brothers
announced in unison, striking a low courtly bow before their lady.
“It is indeed us, the men who
adore you,” Gabriel continued, adding in a low, serious tone, “only, in our
thus far joyous communications, we have neglected to tell you the truth.”
“Yay,” Lachan agreed, shuffling
his freshly morphed feet beneath him. “The truth is, my lady, that we are
princes of the dragon realm. And we’ve been haunting your dreams, almost every
night.”
“Yet we have a good reason for
doing so!” Gabriel interjected quickly, holding his hands up before him in what
seemed a defensive stance.
Sarah shook her head.
“Can’t wait to hear it,” she said
vaguely, at this point questioning her very sanity.
Gabriel chuckled.
“Well, as it turns out, Love,
Lachan and I are brothers—dragon princes who have come to you from the farthest
reaches of the Planet Vertania,” he explained. “When our father, the good King
Dracor, bid us to find our mate, we sought the consult of a mystical orb to
show us her identity.”
“And the lovely lady revealed to
both of us, dear Sarah,” Lachan continued, “was the same lovely lady now
standing here before us. So with that in mind, my darling, we leave it to you
to choose between us.” He paused here, adding with a saucy grin, “But before
you do, Sarah, do allow us to make our cases one more time.”
“Together,” they said as one,
opening their arms to her.
Moving forward as if in a trance,
Sarah soon lost herself in four encircling arms as desire overcame her, her
face erupting in a dreamy smile as both of her lovers coated her cheeks and
neck in a tender rain of sweet baby kisses, also holding her warm and close
between their two sculpted bodies.
She gasped audibly seconds later,
as Gabriel most literally swept her off of her feet, staring deeply into her
eyes as he carried her to a whisper soft patch of grass surrounded by a circle
of ruby red roses.
“I aim to prove to you, my lady,
that I can be every bit as naughty as he can,” he released on a whisper,
pulling her closer to him. “And that I can please you even better.”
Lachan had heard enough.
“Oh, I know a challenge when I
hear one,” he snorted, descending to the ground beside them in a single smooth
flourish as he wrapped his arms around Sarah’s shoulders.
Together, the brothers stripped
their lady bare as she writhed desirous between them, and as an attentive
Lachan massaged her work-worn shoulders and whipped the long strands of his
midnight black hair softly across her back, Gabriel fondled her breasts and
rounded stomach as he kissed her smiling lips.
Sarah lost herself to the feeling
as both men caressed her, their hands canvassing her body as she pressed
herself tightly into a cocoon of pure, hard muscle.
The contrasting softness of their
lips on her face and neck lulled her into a pleasurable trance; one that
Gabriel enhanced as he swept her into two encompassing arms and plied her with
the sweetest of kisses.
Their hips pressed tightly
against one another, this intimate contact creating a divine friction between
them as she entangled her hands in his silky golden hair.
The couple’s bodies slithered
together as he rubbed and massaged her buxom breasts, his long hard shaft
rising to tease her tender feminine cleft.
Not to be forgotten, an
impassioned Lachan rubbed his entire body against hers as his magical
fingertips kneaded her back and squeezed her buxom rear.
Even as she continued to kiss and
caress her golden haired lover, she reached back to run her free hand down the
length of Lachan’s magnificent torso, then lowering her fingertips to coddle
and caress his long, reverberating rod.
Rearing his head back with an
aroused roar well worthy of a dragon prince, Lachan writhed and gyrated hard
against her back as Gabriel saw to her front; seeming intent to distract her as
he reached his hand downward to part her feminine folds, rubbing and kneading
her sensitive nub as she sighed with delight.
Opening herself to him with a
lusty sigh, she welcomed her golden haired lover as he surged fully and finally
into her, his long wet tongue advancing forth into her mouth to match the
rhythm of his deep and divine penetration.
Still she continued to rub and
stroke Lachan’s shaft, relishing his attentions as he nipped and licked the
back of her neck and his hands stroked her long soft hair.
She took in her breath moments
later, as an impassioned Gabriel moved and shifted within her, until the tip of
his cock stroked a soft fleshy spot just inside her entry.
“I promised you the ultimate
pleasure,” he whispered against her lips, adding as he clutched her body to
his, “and I intend to deliver.”
With these words, he tossed his
hair forward to cover and tickle her sensitive breasts, at the same time
thrusting forth his shaft to ignite her equally sensitive G-spot.
Sarah squealed outright against
Gabriel’s lips as ecstasy overcame her, radiating free through her entire body
as she herself delivered a mighty stroke that sent her dark haired lover over
the edge.
Soon the trio’s ecstatic cries
filled the air above them, intermingling with the sound of singing gulls
overhead as Sarah stretched languidly in the grasses beneath her.
Turning her gently in his arms,
Lachan picked a dew-glistened ruby red rose from the ground beneath them and
rubbed its petals over her breasts and down her rounded tummy, all the while
kissing her lips at a leisurely, languid pace.
Not to be forgotten, Gabriel
kissed his way down her neck as he stroked her shoulders and back, whispering
in her ear as he praised her strength, her kindness, and her beauty.
Her face erupted in a giddy grin
as Lachan lowered his rose between her legs, coaxing open her feminine folds
before tossing aside the flower and replacing it with his talented fingertips.
His free hand cupped her flushed
cheek as his kiss intensified, their tongues entangling even as she reached her
free hand backward to caress Gabriel’s firm muscled chest and tickle his solid
abs.
She moaned against Lachan’s full
luscious lips as he rubbed and coaxed her enflamed nub; his sensual movements
coating her being with a rain of intense erotic sparks.
Whipping her shoulders with his
long blond hair and rubbing his hard planed body against her back, Gabriel lowered
his head to her neck and nibbled its sensitive nape, intensifying her pleasure
as she clenched her soft thighs around Lachan’s nurturing—if devilish—hand.
Then, in an instant, her being
exploded in another incredible climax; her heart pounding and her pulse
reverberating as both of her lovers held her body fast and tight between them.
Finally, the trio collapsed
together in the soft luxury of emerald grasses slathered in beams of newly born
moonlight; a stunning spectacle that reminded the brothers of home.
“Have you made your choice, my
darling?” Gabriel whispered in her ear. “If so, then we would like to take you
home with us…to meet your future father in law and tell him which of his sons
you intend to marry.”
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Moments later, Sarah found herself
riding astride a dragon, soaring upward to the heights of a star strewn sky as
she flew majestically in a race with the moon.
She took in her breath as she and
her companions careened through the borders of an emerald realm; one in which
the gold of a radiant full moon held court in a sky that glowed the greatest
green.
Bracing her arms tightly around
the stalwart neck of Gabriel—or was it Lachan? Blast it; in their dragon form
they looked nearly identical—Sarah cast her gaze downward to behold a beautiful
vision: a
gem green structure of statuesque domes, towers and turrets, with
expansive balconies and porches, emblazoned with a beautiful flag—one bearing
the image of what appeared to be a dragon king.
“Welcome home,” the brothers told
her, spreading their wings as they arched their bodies downward in a graceful
final descent.
Soon, a dazed Sarah found herself
jostled through an arched entryway and into a dressing room that adjoined the
palace’s throne room, a small but grandiose chamber adorned with green brocade
walls an
d
a floral print dressing screen.
Awaiting her in this room was a
beautiful couture gown that seemed like something out of a dream: a
lush
gown of leaf-green satin adorned with decorative ruffles around the neckline
and down the front panel. The sleeves of the dress boasted bright satin bows,
and aside from a striking lace-up bodice, it also came with an exquisite
emerald choker.
Piling her hair atop her head and
slipping into a waiting pair of soft teal slippers, Sarah left the sanctity of
her temporary refuge and made her way into the throne room;
a room
whose walls glowed with a layer of lovely emerald tapestries
and
artworks
overseen by a high stately ceiling.
Form
ing the
head of this impressive
room was a cushioned golden thro
ne, the sitting
place of a bearded
grey-haired man who looked down upon h
er with a
broad smile.
“Ah, Miss Sarah, finally we meet.
I am Dracor, king of Vertania,” greeted the king, adding as he beckoned her
forward, “Please come join us.”
Taking her place between the two
princes who stood tall and proud before the throne, both adorned now in
long
bejeweled tunics and sleek black leather pantaloons
, she
greeted Dracor with a cheerful grin as she said, “Well, hey there. Mighty nice place
you have here!”
Dracor pitched his head back,
letting loose with a sharp guffaw that resounded loud from the surface of the
palace walls.
“I can see why you adore her,” he
told his sons, adding as he turned his attention to Sarah, “Before we settle
down to a meal in the comfort of our royal dining hall, Miss, I find that I
have only one question to ask you. Which of my sons, Sarah Coleman, would you
have as your wedded prince?”
Biting her lip hard, Sarah looked
from Gabriel to Lachan, finally turning her eyes to the king as she replied, “I
must tell you, your majesty, that both of your sons represent the finest
examples of true and flawless manhood. Both are handsome, noble, wise and
respectful. I have come to know and love both of these princes, and so I must
answer in all honesty: both of them.”
Dracor started.
“Did you say both of them?” he
asked her, adding as he turned to his sons, “Would this arrangement be
acceptable to the two of you?”
The princes looked at one
another, then nodded.
“She is our queen,” Gabriel
agreed, leaning forward to kiss the cheek of his beaming bride to be.
“Our one and true intended,”
Lachan declared, kissing her other cheek with equal affection. “And we do love
her so.”
The king smiled.
“If it works for you, my dear
sons, then it works for me,” he declared, adding as he raised his arm to
dramatic effect, “And so it shall be!”
THE END