Eve Langlais: Hybrid Misfit

“You actually have a treasure hoard?” I asked, distracted like a crow by a shiny bauble.

“Oh yes, and if you’re a good girl maybe I’ll show you,” he promised with a wink.

“Hello? We were talking about me,” Gene interjected. “And if you want treasure, I can show you things that this here old dragon can only dream of owning.

I giggled as they argued back and forth over who had the most priceless item. Eventually, I waved my hands and declared a draw. “Back to the story, Simon found your bottle and then what? Rubbed it and out you poofed?”

“Ha, I wish. My friend here didn’t even realize I was in there for the first hundred years, and trust me it wasn’t for lack of trying.”

Simon shrugged. “Just because I hear disembodied voices doesn’t mean I reply.”

As answers went, his was strange, but his wink led me to understand he was yanking my leg-although all this banter really made me wish he’d yank something else.

“Eventually, my cold blooded captor opened the bottle,” Gene said with a dramatic sigh

“I needed a container to store some wine,” Simon explained.

“And, while we initially clashed-”

“Because I’d chosen to move away from humans and Gene wanted to rejoin them.”

“We discovered that we quite enjoyed each other’s company, and thus was the greatest friendship in existence born.”

Simon rolled his eyes. “Oh, please. He just likes bragging he’s friends with the last ice dragon. And besides, he wouldn’t go away.”

That set them off on another friendly squabble that put me in stitches, and with them still taunting my body with fleeting touches, at the same time revving my desire.

Dinner took forever, or so it seemed to my extremely horny body. When the monkey server asked if we wanted dessert I almost screamed yes, the cream filled, tube kind, but Gene waved him away.

“I think we can come up with something sweeter and more satisfying at our place,” Gene said to me. My sex watered in agreement. I’m not sure how I managed to stand on legs that wobbled like a newborn colt’s. The men bracing me on either side surely helped.

We’d no sooner popped out of the restaurant back to Simon’s loft than I lost the battle with my arousal.

I turned into the chest of my friendly giant and tilted my head just in time for his lips to claim mine. His firm mouth clung to mine and I snaked my arms around his neck, pressing myself against his solid length. At my back, Gene’s body pressed against me, his scorching lips teasing the sensitive skin of my nape.

Oh, sweet heat.

Molten desire poured through my body. I was so hot and ready for them. My fingers clenched at the fabric covering the skin I wanted to explore. I tugged and mewled against his mouth. A chuckle in my ear made me shiver. “Slow down, precious one,” Gene said flicking his tongue against my ear lobe. “We have all night.”

With those promising words, I was swept off my feet and carried into a bedroom with the biggest damned bed ever. Simon tossed me onto the snowy white cover and I bounced with a squeal.

Holding my gaze, Simon stripped off his dinner jacket and loosened his tie. “Hey Gene,” he said over his shoulder to the genie who’d also stripped of his coat. “I think our little hybrid misfit here is a touch impatient.”

“Are you thinking what I am?” Gene tugged off his tie and snapped it between his hands.

Simon smiled and in the blink of an eye, I found my arms pulled over my head and attached to the bedposts with their ties. It’s a fantasy come true. They left my legs free, but still, just knowing I was at their mercy made me freaking wild and I trembled with anticipation.

“Oops,” Gene said with a naughty twinkle in his eyes. “We forgot to remove her dress first.”

“I’ll take care of that,” Simon replied kneeling on the bed between my legs.I squeaked as I realized he meant to rip the dress off me. “I just bought that,” I protested.

“I’ll buy you dozen to replace it,” growled Simon. He’d no sooner spoken than with a tearing sound, my dress was ripped from my body leaving me clad only in my g-string.

“Perfect,” Simon murmured before burying his face between my breasts.

“Um, aren’t you guys a little overdressed?” I panted as he worked his mouth over to one of my taut nipples. Then I didn’t really care because he took my aching peak in his mouth and sucked. I cried out at the intense sensation, my body arching up to strike his.

“She’s right,” rumbled Simon pulling his mouth from my bud. I pulled at my bonds, wanting to grab his head and put it back where it belonged-pleasuring me.

But I changed my mind when I saw both guys move to stand at the foot of the bed and start stripping. The shirts came off, the popping of flying buttons revealing two magnificent chests. Simon’s was wide and covered in slabs of muscle. Hairless, pale and smooth, his waist narrowed as did his abs into a tantalizing vee that disappeared into his slacks. Gene had a slimmer build, but he was very well toned with an even caramel tan and flat nipples pierced by golden rings. I couldn’t decide which torso I wanted to explore first.

Not that they gave me a choice-how exciting. Without a word, they each took up a position on either side of me. Like synchronized lovers, they each latched onto a nipple, their mouths both hot and yet different in their technique.

Under their oral caresses, I grew wild with want, my sex slick with juices, and my clit throbbing for attention. As if just thinking of my poor pussy relayed a psychic message, a questing hand slid down my body, wait make that two hands, one on each side. I parted my legs for them and while one delved between my soft folds to insert itself into my ready channel, the other found my clit and stroked it.

The intense sensation, along with the mouths sucking at my protruding nipples, was enough to send me over the edge. I climaxed quickly, the quiver of my release clamping my sex around the fingers pumping me. I cried out, my lower body bucking.

“Good girl,” whispered Simon, who’d slid his mouth up to my neck. “Now kiss me.” I turned my face sideways and found his mouth. His slick tongue parted my lips and found mine for a wet duel.

Engrossed in our embrace, I lost track of Gene, but remembered him real quick when a hot tongue darted out to flick against my clit. I bit Simon’s lip in surprise and he grunted, but he didn’t pull away. The metallic flavor of blood hit my taste buds and my dark side tried to rouse. Already battling my succubus side-which fought to feed at this buffet of sensual delights-I moaned and pulled my mouth away.

“Feed from me,” he whispered, following me. “You will not harm me.”

I would have protested, but he pressed his bitten lip against my open mouth. I couldn’t resist. I sucked at his pinprick wound. The minute amount wasn’t enough for a true feed-delicious and exotic as his blood was-but it quelled my dark side-for the moment. My succubus side was another matter though. Gene’s mouth worked insistently at my sex and despite my recent orgasm, I found my arousal building again, tightening my channel. My sexual nature also sensed their torrential desire, and much as I tried to hold my succubus side on a leash, I could feel my grasp weakening.

Distracted, I stopped responding to Simon’s embrace and he moved away to my belated chagrin. He returned quickly though and he straddled my upper chest with his naked body. Startled, I opened my eyes and then opened them wider as I took in the size of the cock jutting from the vee of his thighs.

“Good grief, you’re huge.” My sex clamped down around Gene’s tongue in excitement and my mouth watered at the thought of tasting Simon.