Page 132 of Eternally Rare
“Goddamn, I wish you two could see my view right now.” I stare down where I’m pummeling into Cailian while also having the view of Cailian disappearing into Rarity. “So fucking beautiful. Look at my firebonds taking cock so well. Do you like his cock, Rarity? Does he feel good?”
“Yes,” she shouts. “So good. He’s perfect. I want his come.”
“So greedy for more when you’re already pregnant. Haven’t you gotten enough?”
“Never,” she hisses at me, turning her head to bare her fangs. “I’ll never get enough.”
“Such a good girl.” I ram into Cailian, his cock doing the same to Rarity.
Watching them is too much. My knot begins to form at the base, and I groan, my hips stuttering because I don’t have much longer.
Cailian shouts when Rarity sinks her fangs into his neck, dragging his Ice Elven blood out of him. Come drips down his shaft, leaking from Rarity’s cunt, and that’s all it takes for me because I never thought I’d be able to see such a beautiful fucking sight again.
I thrust my knot into Cailian, tossing my head back and roar. Flames lick the ceiling, turning it black. The bones of my wings flex out of habit. I fill him with days’ worth of come. All three of my testicles give every drop to him, wanting to get him pregnant. I need him bound to me in every single way.
He is mine.
They are mine.
I will kill for them, and I have. I’ll do it every day if I have to.
I’ll have to show him Erelix’s head on a stake outside on the heartsnow. A warning to trespassers not to come near this kingdom.
It is protected.
And this land, the elves, the dragons, and these two beautiful firebonds in my bed are mine.
I’ll burn the world to the ground if it means I get to experience another breath from them.
We collapse on one another. I kiss Rarity’s upper back before turning my cheek, pressing it against her back while I catch my breath. She groans, sliding off to cuddle Cailian, placing her head on his shoulder. She kisses his silver skin, her mouth tainted with his blood.
I fall onto his chest, Cailian wraps his arms around me, stroking where my wings used to be, and I flinch.
“I can fix that.”
I swallow, unable to look at him. “How can you fix what isn’t there?”
“I can give you wings better than the ones you were born with. All you have to do is say yes.”
Rarity smiles at me, nodding, urging me to do it.
“If it means I can fly to either one of you at any time, then yes do it.” I take a deep breath and smirk, running my claws through my hair when I scent the change in Cailian. It’s ridiculous to feel so proud for satisfying his heat so quickly, but I am.
Loving them is all I live for, but I know if Death came for us, I would find them in the next life, and love them the way they deserve to be loved from the start.
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Three months later
I rub my swollen stomach, a bit grumpy from not being able to see my damn feet. I’m hungry. I’m tired. I want to fuck my beloveds, especially since Cailian is tweaking Nyx’s new wings. Something about the way Cailian works, his movements graceful and smooth as he tightens the last of the screws into Nyx’s bone.
Nyx grumbles low with discomfort. Dragons and elves are gathered all around for this momentous day to watch their Prince take flight for the first time in three months. It hasn’t been an easy time either. Cailian and his elves worked hard to dig a hole to the core on his kingdom’s side, reaching the frozen core.
Apparently, that was where the element for his wings were. It is called icenite, a metal made from ice, frozen at such low temperatures, that only Ice Elven can harvest it.
The wings themselves are lightweight but unbreakable and sharp. He can use them in battle if he chooses like a knife to slice the enemies' throats.
I like the sound of that.