“A few,” Rikard said, as roughly as his hands were gentle. “Before Trudy.”
Trudy had sat up and scooted back on the bed. She was watching them with eager eyes, one hand propping her up while the other gently caressed between her own legs.
She was the only one of them with any article of clothing left: a simple scrap of underwear that Danyen felt was almost a crime.
He released Rikard with a promise of a kiss and crawled after Trudy on the bed, slipping the damp garment off with one hand as he pressed her back onto the pillows with the other.
He was, by now, almost dripping with his juices, and she was far from unready.
When he drove into her, there was no resistance, only eager welcome, and she rose in release with only a few controlled strokes, crying out and rising to meet him with every thrust.
As she fell from the peak of her pleasure, he kissed her neck, worshiping every freckle and fold of her skin.
Then he looked around at Rikard, who was standing with his cock in one clenched hand watching them hungrily.
“Come,” he invited, wiggling his ass as
he continued to thrust slowly into Trudy.
Rikard did not need a second invitation, crawling up onto the bed to first kiss Trudy, then, at Danyen’s urging, straddle them both. He paused with his hard cock pressed inside Danyen’s thigh, hands caressing his ass.
“I’m… ahem… not self-lubricating,” he said. “I could get something?”
“Our designers took measures at both ends,” Danyen assured him, pressing back against him. That made Trudy give a little whine of need as the dragon drew himself nearly out of her.
Rikard set the head of his member at Danyen’s ass, and the pleasure of that pressure was only exceeded by his slow, gentle entrance, gliding in on a wave of bliss.
They moved smoothly together, carefully at first, Rikard into him as he stroked into Trudy below them.
It was wordless, but not silent, a chorus of soft cries and groans of gratification as they found a rhythm to share.
If the release was not perfectly timed, it was a near thing. Trudy cried out as a second orgasm rippled through her, then Rikard’s thrusts took on a frantic edge as he shot hot seed deep into Danyen, hands clawing along Danyen’s side.
The energy coursing through them sent Danyen on a spike of delight the likes of which he had never known, and his roar of release drowned them both.
Afterwards, they lay, tangled together in exhaustion and release, panting and sweaty in the tangled sheets of the wide bed.
“We’re going to have to get a defibrillator for the bedroom if we plan on making this a practice,” Trudy finally gasped, giggling helplessly.
Danyen laughed in joy. “My power is as strong as it has ever been in my life,” he said, sitting up to look over his perfect anchors. “I assure you that I could restart your hearts if necessary.”
Trudy lifted a hand to his jaw. “I think you did restart our hearts,” she said gently.
Danyen bent to kiss her softly. “It’s only fair. You showed me what mine could do.” He was dizzy, but it wasn’t from the strength of the power the energy he had drawn, it was from the love that they’d shared with him. It wasn’t only their bodies, their pleasure. It had been all of them, loving each other with everything they had and were.
Rikard, still licking his lips, chuckled. “The neighbors are definitely going to have something to talk about now,” he said dryly. “We’re not going to be able to keep him a secret for long. They probably started speculating when you bought his clothing at the second hand store.”
“Let them talk,” Trudy said, curling up between them. “I am too old to keep secrets and too happy to care what they think.”
“Let them talk,” Danyen agreed.
The sun was apologetic in the sky, clearly trying to make up for the week of miserable weather by shining more merrily than ever.
Trudy stood at the kitchen window, smiling with irrepressible happiness that matched the sunshine spilling in.
It wasn’t just the nights of passion that made her feel so deeply content, though some of it was surely the physical satisfaction. It was feeling like her life had clicked into exactly the right place, like everything she’d ever done or been had led her to this place, this perfect balance.
She was living in a house that she loved, with two men that she loved as madly as she’d ever thought possible, feeling like they’d made this place a home in a way that no other house, however filled with family and love, had ever come close to.