Flame Daddies by Katie Douglas
24th Century Dragons Book 1
They can make me come when they breathe.
I used to be the galaxy’s first daughter—its princess. In a devastating attack on my homeworld, I am taken by the enemy, evaluated like common cattle, and prepared to be sold. Then four dragons burst in and burn the place down. They save me. But it isn’t safe for me to return to Nidia, so they take me to their planet, Telia II, instead.
Brynn, Argon, Sharpe and Canavan are outcasts; the other alien races fear their great power. They protect me, treasure me, test my limits and chastise me when I disobey their strict rules. But what future can we have, when I must return to my duties and piece together my shattered planet, while they will never be accepted by anyone?
This is a standalone reverse harem not a love triangle. It features dragon shifters doing dragony things, including setting things on fire, BDSM and spanking. It’s set in the same universe as the Twenty-Fourth Century Daddies series, but this is a separate storyline featuring a completely new species.
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“What’s that?” She eyed the bottle with easygoing curiosity.
“Lube. For your butt,” Sharpe replied.
“What’s it do?” She’d never come across anyone using such a thing before.
“You know how your pussy is gushing with liquid every time either one of us touches you?” Sharpe flicked his gaze down to her twitching hole. “It’s doing it now.”
“I know. What about it?”
“Even if you’re the most turned-on in the universe, your ass can’t make itself wet. It needs a little help, or my fingers will hurt you.”
“Neat.” Alora didn’t know what else to say. Getting hurt kinda sounded sexy right now, so it was a good thing the guys were in charge because if she was running things, she’d probably tear herself an actual new one from making the guys just stuff their cocks into her holes already.
She felt a sudden drizzle of cold liquid on her ass. The sensitive nerves in her ring of muscle seemed to make her tense from the unfamiliar coolness. A moment later, Sharpe’s finger pressed firmly against her hole.
It felt weird. Mostly, the only thing she noticed was the pressure. As her ass capitulated against the invasion, however, it began to stretch... and stretch... it was nothing like when Brynn’s fingers had stretched her pussy. This hole seemed so reluctant to let anything in, and just as she thought she was stretched enough, there was more resistance inside from her second sphincter. Alora wished she knew less about biology, as the process was repeated, but as Sharpe’s finger completely breached her back passage, the stretching sensation turned into a warm feeling, that was the touch-equivalent of hot chocolate. Taking a bath in warm caramel couldn’t feel more decadent than the sensation of Sharpe’s finger sliding deep into her ass and touching her from inside her own body.
The thousands of tiny nerve endings in such a small area all came alive, tingling with the delicious stimulation as Sharpe expertly and carefully made this experience mind-blowingly hot. When his hand touched her ass, she knew he was all the way in.
“How does that feel?” he asked.
“Soooo good,” she enthused. Was it the endorphins or something else? She wasn’t sure, but she almost felt drunk.
When Brynn moved his fingers in her pussy, swirling his other hand over her clit, she squeaked.
“I can feel... like you’re both pressing on the same place!” she exclaimed in amazement.
“Yep. It’s a thin separation between the two. That’s why we need to do this very carefully, to be sure you don’t get hurt,” Sharpe explained.
“So, this is dangerous?” she asked. For some reason, the idea turned her on even more.
“It can be. But don’t worry about that. Trust us; we’ll guide you through safely.” Sharpe’s words were reassuring. Alora did trust them. She trusted all the dragons. And she had no idea why, when they’d hardly known each other for very long at all. She just knew, somehow, Sharpe and Brynn wouldn’t rush things, they’d go at a pace her body could handle and they would check to be sure she could take whatever they gave her. They weren’t going to break her and throw her away, like some people might. She finally understood what they meant about nurturing her and being her daddies.