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touched it, every last semblance of dragon anatomy vanished in the span of a tumbling heartbeat.
She held her breath, not quite willing to believe what had just happened. She knew she hadn't controlled the transformation. So it had to be—
"Ugh! Oh, God!” Rafael's guttural cries drew Silvana's attention back to him. He held on to the torn bed sheet with both hands as his body bucked in helpless surrender.
Paul's eyes drifted closed. He gripped Rafael's ass with both hands, pulling the other man closer as he sucked every last drop of cum from the spasming shaft.
Emboldened by the return of her human disguise, Silvana rushed forward on hands and knees. She gripped Rafael's chin with one hand and tilted his head up. He looked at her with a mixture of awe and bewilderment while his body gave one last quivering shudder, as though not quite sure what just occurred.
She kissed him, then. Not to keep him from asking questions or because she was unsure what else to do, but because at that very moment, she wanted to be close to him. To reassure him that although this entire experience was strange and wondrously puzzling, she was with him all the way.
Her tongue dipped between his lips. He stroked it with his own, rewarding her with an almost inaudible moan when she pulled back a fraction. In an instant, he delved into her mouth, suddenly the aggressor. She could taste herself on him, the musky flavor of her juices mingling with the raw, sensual taste emanating from him.
From the corner of her eye, Silvana saw Paul rise and wipe his mouth. The wicked, taunting grin hadn't vanished. If anything, he looked even more eager for action than he'd been earlier.
Still gripping the dildo firmly in her fist, Silvana broke the kiss and crawled backward on the bed. She beckoned to Rafael with a crooked finger. “Come and get me, baby. I'm all yours."
For a moment, he looked like he might refuse. The tip of his tongue slipped out to wet his lips and he darted a glance in Paul's direction. “And you? Whose are you?"
Paul glanced at Silvana. With a sinful smile, he lifted a shoulder in an apologetic shrug. “Your mother was wrong about me, Sil. My tastes run more toward ... the male persuasion of our species."
She wasn't sure whether to laugh or gape in shock. “So why were you so adamant to get me upstairs, then?"
This time, he had the good sense to look slightly ashamed. “A guy in the dragon community has to keep up appearances, y'know? It's good for business."
"Business,” Silvana echoed.
At the same time, Rafael said, “Dragon?"
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Chapter Eight
Rafael was dreaming. He had to be.
There was no other way to explain the fantasy world in which he found himself. A man and a woman, both wanting him. If that wasn't bizarre enough, there'd been talk of an incubus possessing his body, and now, dragons.
"Here be dragons,” he murmured, shaking his head. Darting a quick glance between Silvana and Paul, he quirked an eyebrow. “Really?"
"No!” Silvana shouted.
"Yep,” Paul said at the exact same instant.
Silvana grimaced. “Well, maybe a little bit."
"You're ... a little bit of a dragon.” Rafael climbed onto the bed and sat back on his heels, stunned.
"Don't listen to her.” Paul clapped him on the shoulder. “She's all dragon. She's just a little shy about it, that's all."
"Shy.” He wondered if this is what being hit by a truck felt like. Giving his head a good shake that did absolutely nothing to clear it, he quirked an eyebrow at Silvana. “Yeah, I can see that about her."
He couldn't claim to know Silvana very well, but considering the circumstances under which they'd met, and the way she stormed across the street only to lead him back into a den of temptation, shy wasn't the first adjective he'd use when describing the sexy vixen.
"Hey. I'm right here.” She waved her hand to get their attention, and that's when Rafael noticed the giant cock gripped in her fist.
His mouth dropped
She held her breath, not quite willing to believe what had just happened. She knew she hadn't controlled the transformation. So it had to be—
"Ugh! Oh, God!” Rafael's guttural cries drew Silvana's attention back to him. He held on to the torn bed sheet with both hands as his body bucked in helpless surrender.
Paul's eyes drifted closed. He gripped Rafael's ass with both hands, pulling the other man closer as he sucked every last drop of cum from the spasming shaft.
Emboldened by the return of her human disguise, Silvana rushed forward on hands and knees. She gripped Rafael's chin with one hand and tilted his head up. He looked at her with a mixture of awe and bewilderment while his body gave one last quivering shudder, as though not quite sure what just occurred.
She kissed him, then. Not to keep him from asking questions or because she was unsure what else to do, but because at that very moment, she wanted to be close to him. To reassure him that although this entire experience was strange and wondrously puzzling, she was with him all the way.
Her tongue dipped between his lips. He stroked it with his own, rewarding her with an almost inaudible moan when she pulled back a fraction. In an instant, he delved into her mouth, suddenly the aggressor. She could taste herself on him, the musky flavor of her juices mingling with the raw, sensual taste emanating from him.
From the corner of her eye, Silvana saw Paul rise and wipe his mouth. The wicked, taunting grin hadn't vanished. If anything, he looked even more eager for action than he'd been earlier.
Still gripping the dildo firmly in her fist, Silvana broke the kiss and crawled backward on the bed. She beckoned to Rafael with a crooked finger. “Come and get me, baby. I'm all yours."
For a moment, he looked like he might refuse. The tip of his tongue slipped out to wet his lips and he darted a glance in Paul's direction. “And you? Whose are you?"
Paul glanced at Silvana. With a sinful smile, he lifted a shoulder in an apologetic shrug. “Your mother was wrong about me, Sil. My tastes run more toward ... the male persuasion of our species."
She wasn't sure whether to laugh or gape in shock. “So why were you so adamant to get me upstairs, then?"
This time, he had the good sense to look slightly ashamed. “A guy in the dragon community has to keep up appearances, y'know? It's good for business."
"Business,” Silvana echoed.
At the same time, Rafael said, “Dragon?"
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Chapter Eight
Rafael was dreaming. He had to be.
There was no other way to explain the fantasy world in which he found himself. A man and a woman, both wanting him. If that wasn't bizarre enough, there'd been talk of an incubus possessing his body, and now, dragons.
"Here be dragons,” he murmured, shaking his head. Darting a quick glance between Silvana and Paul, he quirked an eyebrow. “Really?"
"No!” Silvana shouted.
"Yep,” Paul said at the exact same instant.
Silvana grimaced. “Well, maybe a little bit."
"You're ... a little bit of a dragon.” Rafael climbed onto the bed and sat back on his heels, stunned.
"Don't listen to her.” Paul clapped him on the shoulder. “She's all dragon. She's just a little shy about it, that's all."
"Shy.” He wondered if this is what being hit by a truck felt like. Giving his head a good shake that did absolutely nothing to clear it, he quirked an eyebrow at Silvana. “Yeah, I can see that about her."
He couldn't claim to know Silvana very well, but considering the circumstances under which they'd met, and the way she stormed across the street only to lead him back into a den of temptation, shy wasn't the first adjective he'd use when describing the sexy vixen.
"Hey. I'm right here.” She waved her hand to get their attention, and that's when Rafael noticed the giant cock gripped in her fist.
His mouth dropped
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