Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88010 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88010 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
He growls the words in tense tones because he is already so close and so am I. My hips arch, and I feel my pussy pulsing, gripping, milking him inside me.
He snarls and comes, locking his hips against mine, coming so deep inside me I am sure that if I was not bred before, I am now.
“You’re perfect,” Ornix murmurs, holding me close in the aftermath, running his palm over my ass and even petting my pussy lightly, rubbing the cum into my lips as it seeps slowly out.
“Mmmm, and now I’m a fucked mess.”
We lie there for a moment or two, before an annoyed banging at the door rouses us.
“Are you guys in there? Oh, my god.”
“Coming!” I shout back.
“I found a guy, come see,” Tempest shouts through the door as I try to recover from the ravaging Ornix just gave me. I am dripping his seed down the inside of my thighs and I have to rush to the bathroom to clean up a little.
We cover up and dress quickly, feigning propriety by the time she opens the door. Tempest doesn’t really care. She’s seen much worse. Done much more, I bet, too.
“Come on, before he cools down,” she says, leading us out to a private balcony where she has isolated one of the sheep from his flock.
The guy, whose name is Mikey, is pink-faced and tousled from Tempest’s attentions. He has the glazed eyes of a man who will do anything, say anything, be anything to get and keep the attention of a goddess.
“Tell them what you were telling me about the magical door thingies or whatever it was you were talking about,” Tempest says, scratching her fingernails through his hair.
“You can block the tech, I think, if somehow you altered the fundamental resonances of the barrier between the realms,” Mikey says, blushing furiously. “It would effectively sever the connection between the dragon realm and the human world. I don’t know if it would ever be restored. It might heal over time because it is kind of an organic connection, but in the short term, you would be ensuring that no more portals could be made by humans. Or dragons.”
Tempest rolls her eyes. She thinks he’s talking about the game, and she has no interest in games. She has no idea what I’ve seen and experienced, or the true stakes of this. She thinks this whole party was thrown just to be random. I used to be like Tempest. I kind of miss it. It was easier when my actions didn’t have consequences.
“Then that’s what we do. I will sever the connection, block the tech, separate human and dragon realms for hundreds of years,” Ornix says, in about the same tone someone else would say they’d put bacon, lettuce, and tomato on a sandwich. It’s like it wouldn’t even be hard for him. He talks as though he can toy with the very fabric of reality without breaking a sweat. Maybe he can.
If it’s true, and he can do it, and everything is going to be blocked, then that means this is the last time I will ever see Tempest, and she doesn’t know it, and there’s no way for me to explain it. I want to sob and hold her, but I don’t want to freak her out. Then I realize I can do whatever I want. She’ll just think I’ve had too much to drink.
I grab her by the hand and I lead her away from Ornix, who doesn’t mind because, oh, that’s right, he’s fucking with the fabric of existence itself.
“You’re the best friend anyone could ever have,” I tell her. “I love you so fucking much.”
“Aw, babe, drink some water.”
“No, you don’t understand. I want you to know, for the rest of your life, that you’re the best fucking friend anyone could ever have, and if you don’t marry someone who makes you feel like that, I will haunt you.”
Tempest laughs. “I’m not getting married right now, silly.”
“Not now, maybe. But you will, one day. And when you do, I want you to choose a man who loves you the way your friends do, but more. Okay. Because…”
“We have to go,” Ornix says, interrupting me.
“Not yet! I’m talking to my friend.”
“It’s okay, we’ll talk tomorrow,” Tempest says.
But we won’t. I know it. And she can’t know it. And it’s all too much and I just start sobbing.
Ornix sweeps me up into his arms. “Come on, we’re going.”
“No!”
“If I have to carry you out of here tantruming like a toddler, I will…” He spanks me, but not hard. Just hard enough for me to feel it, and to remind me that I am a grown woman acting out.
“I love you, Tempest!”
The last I see of my friend, she’s smiling to herself and shaking her head.