Chapter 219: Make them scream

The water surged around them as Vince drove up into Elena with deliberate, powerful thrusts, each one lifting her slightly before she sank back down, taking every thick inch of him to the root. Her soft cries echoed off the basalt walls, mixing with the wet slap of skin and the soft splash of the spring. Elena’s violet eyes were glassy, lips parted, blonde hair plastered to her flushed cheeks as she rode him hard, her nails digging into his shoulders.

Vetra pressed against his back, her athletic body slick and hot. One hand still worked between her own thighs in frantic rhythm while the other reached around to cup Elena’s breast, pinching the stiff nipple until the human girl whimpered and clenched tighter around Vince’s cock. Vetra’s silver-veined ears twitched with every moan, her dragon-kin instincts roaring under the surface—possessive, hungry, almost feral.

"Deeper," Vetra growled against Vince’s ear, voice low and rough. "Fill her. I want to feel it when she breaks."

Vince answered by gripping Elena’s hips hard enough to leave marks and slamming upward. Elena’s head fell back with a broken cry, inner walls fluttering wildly as she came the first time, spasming around him in tight, rhythmic pulses. The orgasm ripped through her slender frame, thighs shaking, soft breasts bouncing with every continued thrust. She collapsed forward against his chest, still grinding weakly, whispering his name like a prayer.

Vetra didn’t give either of them a moment. She shifted, straddling Vince’s thigh from behind while guiding Elena’s limp hand between her own legs. "Touch me," she ordered the still-trembling human, voice thick with need. "Feel how wet I am for him." Elena’s fingers slipped obediently into Vetra’s soaked folds, stroking the swollen clit in clumsy, post-orgasm circles while Vince’s free hand reached back and buried three fingers deep inside the dragon-kin. Vetra’s roar of pleasure vibrated through all three of them.

Barnaby floated above the water, invisible to the two women, translucent robes clinging to her ethereal curves. Golden eyes were half-lidded, lips parted as she watched every wet thrust, every desperate grind. One glowing hand drifted between her own thighs, fingers circling slowly as heat coiled low in her divine core. Look at them, she whispered only into Vince’s mind, voice husky with arousal. Your little court is coming apart for you. Vetra’s about to shatter. Elena’s already ruined. Don’t stop. Make them scream.

Vince pulled Elena off his cock with a wet sound that made both women moan in protest. In one smooth motion he turned, pressing Vetra’s back against the smooth stone edge of the pool and lifting her thighs high. Elena scrambled close, kneeling on the underwater bench, and guided the thick, glistening head of him to Vetra’s entrance. The dragon-kin’s amber eyes locked on his as he pushed in—slow at first, then all the way to the hilt in one hard thrust. Vetra’s cry was raw, almost animal. Her powerful legs locked around his waist, heels digging into his lower back, forcing him deeper.

Elena leaned in, mouth finding Vetra’s breast, sucking the tight nipple while her hand stroked the place where Vince stretched the dragon-kin open. Every time he withdrew, Elena’s fingers slipped in alongside him for a heartbeat before he slammed back home. Vetra’s head thrashed against the stone, black hair floating in the water like liquid moonlight. "Vince—fuck—harder—fuck me—"

He gave her exactly that. The pace turned brutal, water exploding outward in waves with every impact of his hips. Vetra’s inner walls clenched and fluttered around him, hot and impossibly tight, her dragon-kin strength making every thrust a battle she willingly lost. Elena’s free hand found Vince’s balls, cupping and rolling them as he fucked into Vetra without mercy.

Barnaby’s breathing—if a goddess could be said to breathe—grew uneven. Her ethereal fingers moved faster between her thighs, translucent silk robes drifting aside as she touched herself openly above them. Yes... just like that. Ruin her. She’s yours. They’re both yours. Her golden eyes burned as she watched Vince’s cock disappear into Vetra again and again, watched Elena’s tongue lash across the dragon-kin’s nipples, watched the way both women’s bodies arched and trembled for him alone.

Vetra came with a shattered scream, walls clamping down so hard Vince had to fight to keep thrusting. Her entire body locked, silver-veined ears pinned flat, nails raking down his back hard enough to draw thin lines of blood that the mineral water immediately washed away. The orgasm rolled through her in long, violent waves, hips jerking helplessly against his.

Elena didn’t wait. The moment Vetra’s legs loosened she climbed into Vince’s lap again, facing him, and sank down onto his still-hard cock in one smooth, desperate motion. The dual heat—Vetra’s lingering tightness and Elena’s softer, fluttering grip—pushed him right to the edge. Elena rode him with frantic need, breasts bouncing, violet eyes locked on his as she chased her second climax.

Vetra recovered enough to press against Elena’s back, arms wrapping around the human girl from behind, hands cupping and squeezing her soft breasts while she whispered filthy encouragement against Elena’s ear. "Take him. Milk every drop. Show him how completely we belong to him."

Barnaby’s voice cracked with pure lust in Vince’s mind. I’m close just from watching. Do it. Fill her. Mark them both.

Vince’s control finally snapped. He buried himself to the root inside Elena and came hard, thick pulses of heat flooding her as she screamed through her own orgasm, walls milking him in greedy spasms. The force of it triggered Vetra again; the dragon-kin pressed her sex against Elena’s thigh and ground herself to a second, quieter climax, forehead pressed to Elena’s shoulder, soft broken moans spilling out.

For long moments the only sounds were ragged breathing, the soft lap of cooling water, and the distant trickle of the thermal cascade. Elena slumped boneless against Vince’s chest, still impaled on him, aftershocks making her twitch. Vetra draped herself over both of them from behind, arms and legs tangled, her usual fierce energy completely spent. The three of them stayed locked together in the steaming pool, bodies heavy and trembling, too exhausted to move.

Vince’s hands stroked slowly up and down their backs—one human, one dragon-kin—feeling the rapid heartbeats gradually slow against his skin. Elena’s soft breath ghosted over his collarbone. Vetra’s lips pressed a final, lazy kiss to the side of his neck.

Above them, Barnaby floated on her back in the steam, ethereal body still faintly glowing from her own silent climax, golden eyes half-closed in satisfied amusement. Beautiful, she murmured into Vince’s mind alone, voice thick and sated. Your court is thoroughly claimed. Rest now... you’ve earned it.

The violet glow of the crests dimmed as the three of them drifted into the heavy, boneless quiet that only complete exhaustion could bring, the hot spring cradling their spent bodies like a secret the mountain would keep until morning.