Volume 9: Dungeons & Dragons
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I had begun to wonder whether Dragon would join in the sexy fun at all. Of course, I have encountered men - and women, and plenty of other Kinds too - who are voyeurs: who prefer to watch other people having sex and enjoy vicariously rather than participate themselves. Even so, I had realized that Dragon had been rigidly erect for much, perhaps most of the last hour or more; indeed, I had noticed while I was fucking Lyanne earlier that there had been distinct twitching movements visible beneath the black and scarlet kimono he still wore. Dragon pulled a chain and released me from the kneeling position. Lyanne bent over me, moving to release the restraints around my ankles and wrists. I rolled over on the bench, now lying face-up, and looked into Lyanne's face. She kissed me passionately, luxuriously, her taut nipples brushing over my breasts - still immensely sensitive and tingling. Lyanne seemed to sense what was that I felt: that, even after the numerous orgasms I had experienced during the evening, I was not yet fully satisfied. Sometimes, have lots of energetic and fulfilling sex makes me want even more of the same - I guess this is one of the reasons I am such a horny little slut, I suppose! Dragon watched us kissing for a few moments, then turned away; as he did so, another pool of light appeared a few meters further into the cavernous underground space. Centered in the circle of illumination was an immense black couch, no doubt upholstered in a expensive grade of Leatherz(TM). Dragon sat himself in the center of the couch, and looked over at Lyanne and me with an expectantly lustful look on his face. Lyanne gave me her hand and swung me off the bench, steadying me as I stood. We indulged in another long kiss then, as one, we turned to Dragon and walked slowly, enticingly, towards him, each of us with an arm around the others waist. I seemed to have inherited some of the cat-like characteristics that Lyanne displayed earlier. We girls knelt together, crawling over the couch and Dragon himself on hands and knees, running our hands over the smooth black silk of his clothing. Lyanne and I opened the Kimono with a flourish. I gasped, glancing at Lyanne who grinned wickedly back at him. Dragon had an incredibly huge penis, larger even than that of any of the Satyrs I have encountered at various times in the past. It was as big as Lyanne's hand and forearm together, beautifully proportioned and rigidly erect. I was fascinated, and excited, and just a little alarmed, by the mammoth appendage in front of me. Lyanne had clearly had this experience before and knew what to expect. "I know you want some of that," she whispered in my ear, "And since you've been such a good girl, you can go first." I began to understand why Dragon habitually wore a Kimono, and also why he wanted us girls loosened up or at least to be assured that we were capable of accommodating his length and girth. I felt myself grow even more excited, oozing just a little of my own wetness from the opening between my breasts, trickling down over my belly. Dragon reached out a finger to gather up the drop of moisture, licking his fingertip appreciatively while holding by eyes with a long stare. There was no way either of us could get any part of his dick in our mouths, but Lyanne knew of a way we could provide him with oral stimulation. While Dragon sat, Lyanne showed me how to press our opened mouths either side of his glans, like goldfish kissing, moving our mouths in synchronization up and down the length of his penis. Dragon groaned, evidently enjoying the touch, his cock twitching involuntarily as we licked and sucked on him. He was definitely a long stayer, seeming intent on enjoying both Lyanne and me by turns. At first, Lyanne licked his balls while I squatted over him on the couch. I sat on his dick, guiding it deeply inside me, penetrating me as far as I could possibly manage. I could feel the muscles in my thighs quivering as I moved myself up and down on him, eventually reaching orgasm, coming hard around him, the muscles inside me twitching and spasming around his dick as I screamed aloud. Lyanne took my place, repeating my performance with swift powerful thrusts and an expression of exquisite intensity on her face. Then it was my turn again, quickly reaching yet another orgasm, if anything even more powerful than the one a few minutes before. Our efforts were successful: Dragon finally came, Lyanne using her hands to jerk him off while I knelt still quivering from the aftershocks. He sprayed a huge quantity of hot sticky cum over my face, and Lyanne's too, accompanied by a vast cry, a wail of such intensity that thought he was going to pass out there and then. I remember nothing after that explosive orgasm. I think I must have collapsed with exhaustion, too worn out even to lick up my portion of the delightful cream bath I had just received.
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Part 3