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Dragon’s Lair:

The Summoning

 

By

 

Seraphina Donavan

This is a work
of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the
author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as
real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons,
living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

 

The Summoning

Copyright© 2012
Seraphina Donavan

ISBN:  978-1-60088-804-5

 

Cover Artist: 
Rebecca Sterling

Editor:  Devin
Govaere

 

All rights
reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced electronically or in
print without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations
embodied in reviews.

 

Cobblestone
Press, LLC

www.cobblestone-press.com

 

 

Chapter One

 

Lilly Montague smiled, her full
lips curving upward as she savored the glide of her lover’s hand over her
thigh. It had been only six months earlier that she had first met Philippe, in
the very same exclusive club where they now indulged their desires. Sprawled
atop him, her breasts crushed tightly against his chest and the hard ridge of
his massive arousal pressed intimately into the juncture of her thighs, she
savored the sensation. Still, there was something missing, or someone, more
particularly. She was trying not to think about it, but her mind refused to
cooperate. Lilly had two lovers in fact, two beautiful men who saw to her every
whim and desire, as well as to one another’s. Rising on her elbows, she stared
into Philippe’s handsome face, noting the honey-colored scruff that shadowed
his firm jaw, highlighting the supple curve of his lips.

When he met her gaze, he sighed
just a bit. “Stop thinking about it.”

Lilly’s sigh matched his. “I
know he’s only been gone for a few days, but it feels like an eternity.”

Philippe’s hand moved farther up
her thigh, disappearing beneath the hem of her skirt, and encountered nothing
but bare skin. “You need a distraction,
cher
.”

Lilly shivered as his hand
coasted over her behind, his fingertips lightly dipping into the cleft. “Don’t
tell me,” she said. “Show me.”

It was only seconds later that
she felt his lips on hers, claiming, ravaging her mouth in a hot, almost brutal
kiss. His left hand fisted into her hair, using the dark locks to tug her head
back. The other hand continued the sensual torment, sliding over the curve of her
behind, between her parted thighs, his thumb circling the tight rosette while
his fingers delved between dew-slicked folds. She let out a soft moan, unable
to hold it back. There were other people in the club. The bartender was
stocking the coolers with beer and other refreshments, and the new waitresses
were in the storage room, doing inventory to make certain that all members’ toy
chests were accounted for. Lilly thought of the first time she’d been in the
storage room, seeing the various and sundry items that the club’s members used
for their pleasure. Remy had been with her, his hot gaze like a physical caress
on her body. She hadn’t known then who she wanted more, Remy or Philippe. It
had never dawned on her to imagine that she would have them both.

“So wet, so hot for me,” he
murmured, his teeth scraping over the sensitive skin of her throat. It wasn’t
the first time he’d done that, and she knew it would leave a mark. But the
delicious shivers arcing through her body made it more than worthwhile.

Remy stepped into the dimly lit
interior of Dragon’s Lair, his own private domain. At the end of the hallway,
entering the main room, he paused and took in the scene before him. On the far
side of the room, in the private alcove reserved for the three of them, Lilly
and Philippe were ravishing one another. The hot kisses, the sight of Philippe’s
skilled hand pumping into the sweetness of Lilly’s cunt, had him hard
instantly. He didn’t have to make a sound. Philippe looked at him over Lilly’s
shoulder, and Remy felt the zing of connection between them. There was a
fantasy building in his mind, a tableaux that he allowed to play out for
Philippe’s benefit. It had been nearly a week since he’d had them, since he’d
tasted either one of them. Other things would wait, but his passion would not.

Moving toward them silently, he
began to remove his tie and then his jacket. By the time he reached the alcove,
his shirt was unbuttoned and his cock was raging. Philippe was urging Lilly on,
whispering hot, erotic things to her that did not leave any of them unaffected.
Her top went first, some gauzy confection that only highlighted her feminine
appeal. It landed in a dainty heap on the floor, followed by her skirt. Clad
only in high heels and a black lace bra, she straddled Philippe’s hips, rocking
against the massive erection he sported for her. Moving behind her, Remy slid
his hands over her shoulders, down to the soft globes of her breasts. He closed
his fingers over her nipples, pinching them with just the amount of force she
liked. She shuddered and leaned back against him.

“I’m so glad you’re home,” she
said on a dreamy sigh.

He smiled as he claimed her
mouth, tasting Philippe’s kiss on her lips. “I’m glad to be home... I’ve missed
you. Both of you.”

Remy let go of the hardened buds
tipping her breasts just long enough to reach between Lilly and Philippe and
release the button fly of the other man’s jeans. “Show me how much you’ve
missed me, Lilly,” he urged. “Show me how much you want to have your sweet
pussy filled.”

Lilly didn’t have to ask what he
wanted. So often they were perfectly in sync it was almost scary. Reaching
down, she grasped Philippe’s cock in her hand. There were times when she was
still stunned by the sheer size of them both, but she’d adapted. In fact, there
was nothing she loved more than the exquisite fullness of having them both
inside her. Remy slid his hand between her legs, parting the soft folds of her
sex, while Philippe gripped her hips tightly as she guided his cock to her entrance.
Lilly was amazed that, even after all their time together, he still entered her
slowly, granting her body the time to adjust to his impressive girth. With his
cock buried deep inside her, she couldn’t halt the deep moan that escaped her,
the carnal sound echoing throughout the room.

“You’re so fucking tight, Lilly.
I’m dying.”

“Not yet.” To Lilly, he added, “Lie
back.”

Lilly did as Remy bid, reclining
backward into what was very nearly a backbend, her head and shoulders resting
on Philippe’s heavily muscled thighs. The position changed the angle of his
penetration. The thick, rounded head of his cock was suddenly pressed more
firmly against her G-spot, ratcheting the intensity of her pleasure to an almost
unbearable point. Her whole body simply seized, the intensity of the pleasure
too much to take in. She could do nothing but shudder as he moved inside her,
shallow thrusts that kept her poised on the brink. With Remy standing above
her, his cock straining against the fabric of his pants, the position held
great possibilities. Lilly reached up and tugged the zipper down until Remy’s
hard cock sprang free. Wrapping her hands around it, she urged him forward
until she could taste him.

Remy smiled down at her. “That’s
it,
cher
. Can you taste how much I want you?”

She could only moan again as she
filled her mouth with the thick head of his cock. The flavor was unique to him—spicy,
masculine, and thoroughly addictive. Forcing her jaw to relax, she angled her
neck to take him deeper, sucking him in until the tip of his cock nudged the
back of her throat. He positioned one knee on the chaise beside her head,
shifting again until he was bent forward over her. With Philippe’s cock buried
in her cunt, Remy’s mouth zeroed in on her clit, and she became helpless. The
breath literally froze in her lungs the sensation was so exquisite. The heat
and fullness of Philippe’s cock and the gentle strokes of Remy’s skilled tongue
over that small bundle of nerve endings left her panting and weak as the
pleasure rose and crested within her. She couldn’t scream, the sound muffled
against Remy’s cock, but her whole body quaked with the force of her orgasm,
the walls of her pussy clenching tightly around Philippe’s cock and her clit
pulsing rapidly beneath Remy’s tongue.

Remy lapped at her creamy folds,
his tongue brushing over the base of Philippe’s cock. At the other man’s sharp
hiss of pleasure, he smiled. He wasn’t quite through with them yet, but knew if
he didn’t withdraw his cock from the heat of Lilly’s skilled mouth, he would
never be able to last. Rising, he reluctantly pulled away from her, noting how
beautiful she was with her swollen lips and her soft skin still flushed with
pleasure. “I need your pussy, Lilly. I need to come inside you.”

Philippe withdrew, his cock still
rock hard. Remy eyed it greedily, knowing what he wanted from them both. When
Philippe rose, Remy turned Lilly on the chaise so that she faced him, tugging
her down so that her bottom was slightly over the edge. Hooking his hands
behind her knees, he lifted her legs, spreading them open, admiring the lush
beauty of her dewy sex. Those soft, pink folds, framed by perfectly trimmed
dark curls, would tempt a saint, and he was far from a saint. Kneeling between
her parted thighs, he guided the head of his cock to her entrance, nudging it
inside her. The heat of her body was scorching. Sinking slowly into her, he
savored every second of it, and when Philippe moved behind him, he groaned with
the existing pleasure and the anticipation of what was to come.

Remy pumped his hips slightly,
lodging himself even more fully into Lilly’s tight sheath, savoring her moans
of pleasure and the bounce of her beautiful breasts. Leaning forward, he took
one turgid nipple into his mouth, teasing the tender flesh with teeth and tongue.
As his cock pulsed inside her, he felt Philippe’s hands on his ass, stroking
him, delving into the crevice and applying oil liberally. With the other man’s
cock poised to enter him, he gripped Lilly’s breasts and squeezed them together
until he could lave both taut peaks. The first intrusion of Philippe’s cock had
him biting back a curse. He was so thick, so massive, but nothing made him come
harder than to be fucked by Philippe while he pounded his own cock into Lilly’s
tight cunt.

Lying on the chaise, feeling
Remy’s cock sliding into her aching channel, Lilly couldn’t take her eyes off
the two men who had introduced her to such decadent pleasures. The fierceness
of their expressions as Philippe breached Remy’s tight opening was so beautiful
to her. She stroked Remy’s chest and shoulders, her fingernails scraping over
the copper discs of flat male nipples. He groaned against her breasts, his
teeth grazing her nipple painfully. She shivered in response, the walls of her
pussy tightening around him.

“You liked that, Lilly,” he
said. “A little pain amidst the mind-numbing pleasure only makes it better.”

“Remy, please,” she said. “Do it
again.”

Remy braced himself as Philippe
plunged deeper, his cock sliding past the second ring of muscles until he was
fully seated inside him. He felt Philippe’s balls nestled against his own, and
the silky, wetness of Lilly’s cunt bathed them both. Forcing his muscles to
relax, he felt Philippe withdraw and then thrust into him again. The power of
that thrust had him sweating, gritting his teeth to keep from coming as it
drove his cock deeper into Lilly’s clenching sheath. She clutched him and
screamed, crying out with pleasure, and he fulfilled her request. He closed his
teeth over the taut peak of her breast, creating a slight burn, before
relenting and then sucking the bud deeply.

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