them. Gwen rubbed her clit, inviting Yong to sample her moisture.
One dragon lingered with breathtaking kisses, the other glided his tongue along the outer folds of her pussy. He paused for a moment, and Gwen glanced down. He grinned and buried his face in her mound.
“That’s it, right there. Oh, that feels amazing.” She rolled her hips in little circles, struck by an idea. “Tatsu, I want you to suck my clit. Yong, come here.”
Yong assumed his brother’s position and gave her a long, feathery, slow, building kiss that drew her in.
Tatsu skipped past the subtlety phase and captured her clit between his teeth.
“Oh, you’re driving me crazy,” she panted, between kisses. As a rolling wave of white hot spasms shot through her core, he lapped up her juices. He drove his finger deep inside her, and she whimpered at every flick, every lick of his tongue at her tender, swollen clit. Gwen forced herself still, wanting to experience every sensation of this remarkable moment.
“I can’t take much more.” She eased Yong back and lifted up on her elbows. “Tatsu, do you have any condoms and lube?”
She caught his unmistakable smirk. “Now? You’re ready?”
“I’m more than ready—it’s time to wrap the dragons.”
Before she could blink, the multi-pleasure pack landed on the bed and a bottle of liquid rolled beside it.
“Are you sure you two are virgins?” Shaking off the residual tremors, she sat up and grabbed the package, tearing it open with shaky fingers.
“Well, we have—tried before, but never got this far.” Tatsu’s sheepish look made her pause.
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“A few years ago, we had a double date, hoping to cure our problem.” Yong sat up.
“What happened?”
“We sort of, got overexcited, and—” Tatsu turned away, covering a muffled laugh.
“And?”
“His date left sort of quickly.” Yong said, grinning. “We had to call it a night.”
“Why did she leave?” Puzzled, she glanced between the brothers. “What’s so funny?”
“Tracey—needed to—tend to her hair.”
“I don’t get it?”
“What Tatsu is trying to avoid saying is he got so aroused, he breathed fire—lying on top of her—ready to—”
“I get the picture, then what?”
“I messed up her hair.” Tatsu shrugged, looking like the cat that swallowed the canary.
“He set it on fire.”
“ What ?”
“I didn’t realize hair spray could be so flammable.”
“You’re not wearing much hair spray, are you?”
“Excuse me?” She patted down her tousled mane.
“He’s kidding, Gwen.”
“Oh my God, you two are awful!” She slapped at their bare, solid chests, embarrassed at falling for the joke.
“Let me make it up to you, princess.” Tatsu captured her lips with a deep, sensual kiss.
Gwen closed her eyes, savoring the flavor of his tongue and pulled back, wanting another glimpse of his brilliant green eyes. She grabbed a plastic wrapper and tore the corner with her teeth.
“Who’s first?”
“Without triggering the shift of life force—we’re not sure how—” Yong’s brows furrowed and his chin dropped to his chest,
“Hey, I’m pretty sure your grandfather’s book was more specific than that. Wasn’t it his idea for the ménage?” She held up the second condom.
“Are you sure?”
“We’ll work through it, Tatsu.” She trailed her fingers over his lips and down the steely contours of his chest. “But, we need to infuse some logic here, too.” She tried to peek at the almost forgotten deformity.
“The change began with you, so we have to make sure you get a boost first.” She took out the rubber ring and rolled it onto his cock.
“Would it hurt you to lie on your back?” She caressed his broad shoulders.
“I think I can manage.” One corner of his mouth pulled back into a smirk, bringing her some relief from the sense of doom that lingered about them. She traced the outline of his handsome face, and gave a slow, deep,
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