Dragon Jade Chronicle Ch. 07

Alok began to kneel as his orgasm subsided, and Fione stepped away from him, his cum dripping down her thighs.

Olene's nostrils flared and her brow knitted together. She glared at Alok, before turning to look at Fione.

"They're not there for your pleasure," she said.

"No?" asked Fione. She paused over Varomar, his cock erect, still glistening with oil, and considered his size. Without prompting, she lowered herself over Olene's brother, drawing Varomar back into her ass. She drew herself up until she was sitting over him, her hands steadying herself on his chest behind her.

"I thought you had the three of them attempt it at once because you knew I'd never be pleased with just one. Is your brother a fierce warrior?"

"The finest in all the Clans."

"I have heard," said Fione, beginning to bounce up and down on his cock. "That once a woman tastes a Dragon Clan warrior's cock, or takes it inside of her, no other type of man in the world can satisfy her again."

"The prowess of the Clans in all things is known in every corner of the world," Olene stated bluntly.

"And yet, I fear it's a myth," said Fione, as she took Varomar even deeper into her body. "For I've had two of your warrior's cocks, and a third in me at the moment, and all I am thinking about is the next time I'll be lucky enough to enjoy a man of Tia Joi between my legs."

She felt Varomar begin to pump back against her again, going rougher in response. He barely even grunted as he worked, and when she looked back over her shoulder at him, she saw he was staring at her with a dark intensity. His hands gripped her wrists holding her in place as he filled her again and again.

Fione broke his hold, pulling herself to lean up over his knees, bouncing harder and harder on her own power. Varomar was much stronger than she had anticipated, and his cock was so large it felt a bit like he was splitting her open. And there was still the wild joy of knowing that the entire court was watching and listening as she tried to take her pleasure from the Dragon Clan warmaster. If she was being honest with herself, she was not sure she was going to win this little game. But as losing was not in her nature, she began to jeer a little more.

"How sad," she gasped as she bounced. "That I. Have to. Do all. This work. Because he. Can't go. Harder!"

Varomar grunted, then seized her hips, stopping her motion. He pulled out of her and flipped her onto her chest, the marble of the dais cold against her breasts. With his hands keeping her waist lifted into the air, he plunged back into her ass.

Fione moaned at his speed and force. He was pinning her against the marble, and she used one arm to cushion her head against the onslaught.

"I'm so close!" she moaned. "So close! I'd get there if you'd only go harder!"

Varomar's grunts were coming quite loudly now as he drew on the last well of strength and she was a little concerned that he might break her neck keeping this pace, but she needn't had worried. The adventurer who'd been the first to take her ass had once told her it was the most heavenly place in all the world to be, better even than being in the presence of Vash, which he also claimed to have done.

Varomar shouted as he came, and Fione gasped to feel how hot his cum was inside her. She pushed herself forward until he slipped out of her, still spurting, a rope falling over her back. She rolled until she was facing up, Varomar still moaning as his cum came pouring out of him, over her back, ass and thighs and she slipped a hand between her legs, working on her clit.

She had hardly been joking when she'd said she'd been close, and if Varomar had managed to hold on, it would have been a very near thing, because it took Fione a few hurried seconds to get herself off, her moans echoing off the walls and columns of the throne room as she came, her free hand stroking one breast, never breaking eye contact from where Olene sat brooding on Fione's throne. She shuddered and writhed on the dais in front of her people and the gathered troops of the Dragon Clans.

Fione grinned in the afterglow of her climax, drawing herself up from the tile. "Well, the men of Tia Joi have little fear of the warriors of the Dragon Clans seducing their wives."

There was tittering from the crowd and a bit of nervous laughter and Olene's face contorted with rage.

"That will be scant comfort to them when they are dead."

"Better for them to die as men than live as whatever passes for such in the Dragon Clans," spat Fione. "Besides, you swore on your wretched jade not to harm my people."

"It would not be honorable," rumbled Varomar as he rose to his feet.

"You killed a man in Conclave and talk to me of honor," spat Olene.

"In defense of my chief." Varomar's voice was calm and measured. "These thralls are property of all the Clan, not only the chief."

Fione was rewarded when Olene began to pull at her hair in frustration. "Take her away," she commanded a pair of warriors. "We'll decide what to do with her later."

The two warriors climbed the stairs, and Fione was gratified to see they both sported what looked like painful erections.

"Perhaps we should let these two attempt to demonstrate the prowess of the Dragon Clans," she called.

"Get her out of here!" Olene screeched, and one of the warriors dragged Fione to her feet, but she shook them off from carrying her further.

"I'll go," she said, and stepped down the dais ahead of them. The crowd parted to allow her access.

The nearest man prostrated himself on the floor. "Princess!" he cried. Behind him the lords and ladies and the burghers and their wives, fell to their knees in bows and curtsies, the hall echoing in calls of "Princess!" and "vai Joi!" Someone passed a lady's long shawl along and Fione wrapped it over her shoulders like it was a sash of state, providing her the smallest of dignities at least. Hands pressed out, and Fione touched a few of them before the guards drew their weapons to discourage it.

The throne room had become filled with an ungodly din, as the citizens were stamping their feet and shouting "Tia Joi!" as Fione strode out of the throne room. The doors sealed with a great crash, and Fione could hear Olene shouting for silence.

She paused for a moment, quaking, then slipped down against the wall.

"Vash help us," she murmured, the rough hands of the guards lifting her again to her feet.