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To the people who dream of a better world. And then fight to make their dreams come true.
Our hopes have always shaped the world.
They were the Dreamers, and where they walked, the world thrived.
This fire could burn her through, hollow her out and blacken her bones. What would happen if she embraced it?
All descendants of the mortal kings possessed a measure of magic. It was their claim, the divine right of royal birth. The reason they, and they alone, were fit to rule the people. But never like Sachi—never this much, this hot. This close to the surface. The magic of the mortal kings was a whisper compared to Sachi’s, a glowing ember eclipsed by a wildfire.
diaphanous
She would meet the Dragon, would smile and blush and bat her eyes at him. They would be bound, and she would live with him, attend his court. Share his bed. And then, when the time came, she would kill him. Her very life depended on it.
like recognizing like.
The Dragon’s consort will break the Builder’s chains, and the people will dream. And you will never be alone again.
“Is it considered bad form to ride a dragon?”
“It is considered bad form to taunt a dragon,”
Have you been alone so long you can’t tell a taunt from a promise?
What could he even say? That her mere presence shivered over him like a cool breeze on feverish flesh? That the innocent touch of her fingers against his had cracked open a craving in him that ran so deep, he might never find the bottom? That he’d fled her presence for a third time now because the mere sight of her stirred in him a ravenous hunger? A dangerous hunger. He wanted to inhale the scent of her until there was no room in his lungs for air. He wanted to shred those prim, endless layers of fabric and spread her out before him. She would be his banquet, and he’d welcome her with his
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“Bind the girl to you, Ash. Bed her well. Tell me if she glows brighter when she comes.” Yes yes yes The image formed, so vivid it was as if the Everlasting Dream was trying to make it real. Sachi, silken braids wrapped tight around his fist, golden skin bared to the torchlight, her sweet lips parted on a cry of ecstasy as he worked into the slick heat of her again and again until that translucent rainbow exploded outward to swallow them both.
“What makes you think we’d fight over a bone? It’s so much more fun to share.”
ugh love all the poly vibes
You no longer walk among oblivious mortals, handmaid.
Their lives were so short, and they wasted them so recklessly by making love so small.
“I am not some insecure human boy, to feel threatened by my consort having another lover. If you want each other, then take her. Pleasure her well for me, Zanya. I’ll enjoy feeling her come.”
Memory summoned the lethal grace of her body, the effortless way she held a blade. A predator in human skin,
Knowing he was her intended prey only stoked the fire in his loins. He’d been the only monster in his castle for too long. But she wasn’t his monster. Not yet.
Zanya’s fingers settled on her hips and flexed slightly, tugging her closer. “You said you find him attractive.” A weak word for the molten fire that burned in Sachi when Ash whispered her name. “Because I do.” Zanya’s lips feathered across her cheek, tracing a sweet path to her ear. “And you like the way he touches you?” “I wish he’d do it more. But he thinks I’m fragile.” Sachi shivered. “You could show him how mistaken he is.”
Her twisted fascination with them was one thing. Sharing Sachi with them? That was another thing entirely.
“This is Zanya, my lover and protector.”
she loved doing it. Loved pleasing Sachi, loved making her feel safe, loved all of it so much
I can feel how much you want to be trapped between us.” The words resonated, reflected back at her across their bond—and doubled because of it. “Spoken like someone who understands. I always think fantasies are best when they’re shared. Don’t you agree?”
Soothing nightmares was simple enough for her. She stroked Sachi’s cheek softly and let the shadows inside her rise to the surface. The shadows in Sachi did the same, as if drawn to Zanya’s power. Sachi twisted on the bed, kicking at the blanket, and Zanya murmured and stroked
Zanya’s teeth dug into Sachi’s lower lip, a teasing nip just hard enough to zip pleasure through her. “Not so gentle,” she murmured to Ash. “Sachi isn’t fragile. She knows what she likes. Don’t you, my love?” Sachi leaned up and mirrored the caress, closing her teeth on Zanya’s lush bottom lip. “I know . . . but he doesn’t. You’ll have to tell him.”
limned
“Poor Sachi. Now you will have two of us hovering over you. Bathing you. Soothing you to sleep and waking you up with kisses. Whatever will you do?” “I suppose I’ll have to manage,”
frisson
“Good girl. Good, sweet girl. You can take him, can’t you?”
What would it feel like to be so overcome? To feel to the extent that your body could? To take, passively, trusting in the pleasure to come? The trust in Sachi’s trembling body was a gift that humbled them both. And they would reward her for it.
Zanya reveled in it. She always did—the only proof she’d ever had that she could be built for something other than pain and violence. Every smile, every gasping sigh, every screaming orgasm, she craved them with a hunger that never seemed satisfied.
“I know what’s mine, Princess. No one can take that from me. We are bound by blood and magic. If you want me to forbid anyone else from touching you, I will. If you want to see if you can exhaust the entire Raven Guard . . .” A wicked smile curved his lips as he brushed them over hers. “Then I’ll help you cheat.
Take your pleasure in whatever way gives you the most joy. But know that when the night ends, you’ll end it in my bed.”
The first thing she saw was Zanya. She had joined Ash on the couch. Though several handspans separated them, they were united in mutual purpose—to watch with fixed, rapt focus as Aleksi held her and Ulric bit her and Elevia sucked Sachi’s other nipple into her mouth. “How long will they watch?” he asked softly. “How long can they before their need for you overwhelms them? Before they have to be the ones stroking and licking and fucking? Making you come?”
Zanya stroked Sachi’s cheek before leaning up, bringing her face even with Aleksi’s. “Thank you for pleasing her so well,” she whispered, her lips so close it looked like she was about to kiss him. Instead, she dug her teeth into his lower lip with a warning growl. “But I’m done sharing tonight.”
“Do you like being naked for us? So sweet and vulnerable, helpless to stop any way we want to claim you?”
