Dragon 5 Chapter 12 (Patreon)

As promised, Tyrande was lounging on my bed when Jadelyn and I walked into my room. But unexpectedly, she was lounging with gold coins scattered all around her, wearing a shiny gold dress that was pouring over her onto bed. It looked like it was meant to be ripped off.

I let out a low growl as I took in the view. My dragon instincts were raging inside of me and I didn’t really want to hold them back.

“Oh, that’s brilliant. I’m totally going to steal that.” Jadelyn said, her arm still looped in mine. It was the only thing preventing me from lurching forward and taking Tyrande right then and there.

“I have a dragon coaching me.” Tyrande joked good-naturedly. “But if you don’t let go of him, I’m afraid you are about to lose your arm. You’re welcome to join me though!” She lounged back on the bed, the coins jingling as she raised her arms above her head and exposed herself to me.

Jadelyn’s arm slipped out of mine, and I was on the Tyrande in a heartbeat. I pushed her down to the bed and huffed her scent mixed with gold.

“Not my gold.” I grunted, pleased.

“No, I came with a little offering to your hoard. If I put a little gold in there, can I use your gold in the future?”

Nuzzling her head to the side and working my way down to my mark. I nibbled at it. “Nope. Mine. You belong in my hoard. If you take coins out, they must stay in this room.”

I’d know too. Somehow my dragon had cataloged every coin’s specific shape and smell. There were different scratches and dents in the soft metal that made them all unique like snowflakes.

Tyrande tried to calm me by kissing down my neck. “Of course, my mate. I just wanted to cover myself in your gold. I wanted to smell like it, let you feel it on our bed as you take what is yours.”

The beast in me preened at her words.

Jadelyn came up behind me, pressing her soft chest to my back. “I should start taking notes from the dragons. You have him extremely worked up.” Her lips came up close to my ear and the wet noise of her lips parting sent tingles through my body.

I waited until she began singing a lovely note made just for me into my ear.

I was like the softest silk coursing through my ears and wrapping my brain in bliss. The beast basked in my mate’s song even as my body warmed and the front of my pants became taut.

“We have to have our tricks if we are to compete with that.” Tyrande pushed her chest up and parted her lips, giving me a wonderful come fuck me look.

“How about we work together?” Jadelyn pushed on my back.

After Tyrande scooted out of the way, I let the ladies roll me onto my back while the two beautiful blondes hovered on either side of me.

“Two princesses. Such a lucky dragon.” Tryande teased.

Jadelyn had said the same, but I didn’t voice that as someone’s hand brushed my pants.

I couldn’t see which it was, though; both women were leaning over my chest expectantly.

“You two are asking for trouble.” I grunted, my body aching to be with both of them.

Tryande leaned down and kissed me. Her soft lips parted to let our tongues wrestle.

Instinctively, I reached up to grab her hips, but I ended up with a handful of two different rears.

Jadelyn’s was soft and a smidge smaller, but Tryande’s was firm, nearly elastic as it rebounded from my fingers.

Tryande pulled herself off with a satisfied smile and dipped down away from view. Then Jadelyn leaned over and started kissing me, moving my hands to her soft, inviting breasts.

My zipper sounded beneath her, and I felt the cool air on my cock just a moment before it was swallowed in Tyrande’s warm mouth.

I grunted and thrust up into her, but both of them held me down. Jadelyn kissed me and bit my lip, making it clear she wanted me to play rougher with her chest.

Tryande was working wonders on me, and I wondered if there wasn’t magic at work as she sucked me, her tongue running up and down the bottom of my shaft, driving me wild.

Jadelyn pulled back for just long enough for the lovely siren to wiggle out of her pants and slide down her thong.

My attention was split between watching Jadelyn’s pert butt free itself of her tight pants and Tyrande holding back her hair as she bobbed on me, taking me all the way into her throat.

“Lean back.” Jadelyn warned me as she mounted me again and put her sex in my face, then she slowly lowered it onto me as she faced Tyrande.

I got a nose full of her scent, and it did nothing but make me harder before I started lapping at her folds, letting my tongue quest for her clit.

At that point, Tyrande stopped and exposed me to the cool air once more before I felt her move around on the bed.

The way that Jadelyn pressed down on me further told me she was helping Tyrande before I felt her warm skin touch me again.

Slowly I felt her sink back down on my cock, and I could imagine her holding Jadelyn’s hands for balance as she rode me several times, testing herself.

My two mates were facing each other, one riding my face while the other rode my cock.

“You stopped licking, my mate.” Jadelyn said, wiggling herself firmly on top of me as sensations that weren’t natural flooded my cock.

Tyrande was most certainly using her magic.

I licked Jadelyn from top to bottom and made her shudder as I found her clit and licked it long and slow like a favorite ice cream.

She must have encouraged Tyrande as a result, because the highelf started bouncing furiously on me, bringing me higher and higher until I grunted into Jadelyn’s folds and erupted into Tyrande.

It was a satisfying start to the night as they popped off me and I pushed Jadelyn into the bed, ready to take what was mine.

My two mates, surrounded by my gold coins was a high point of the day.

I took them in turns, loving my two mates.

***

I could tell that Jadelyn and Tyrande’s legs were nearly jelly as we wiped ourselves off from our extra fun shower.

“That was amazing.” Jadelyn sighed.

“I always thought shower sex was supposed to be terrible.” Tryande tousled her hair and sat down on the bed next to her shredded gold dress.

“Siren.” I laid down on the bed, already dry. “She’s made for sex in the water, and I was covered in her.”

Tyrande made a face of surprised understanding. “Got it. Then I won’t try that again on my own.”

“Maybe we should get some sleep?” I grabbed the covers as both of them settled in on either side of me. They were wiped and I needed to get at least a little sleep if I was to go after the case tomorrow.

There was still the urge to take them again, but it was dull enough that I pushed it aside. My mates had well and truly satisfied me.

“Tyrande, we should talk about having a wedding, or weddings.” Jadeyn said from her position on my right.

“Uh oh. Do we want to include the big, broody one in that conversation?” Tyrande teased me.

I grunted. “I’m right here, and I’m not broody. Jade, I thought you handed over that decision to Scar?”

“Oh, I’m not going to make a decision.” She quickly corrected me. “But weddings are fun to talk about.”

“Scarlett is deciding?” Tyrande tensed up against me. “Not that she shouldn’t have a healthy say in it. But it’s all up to her?”

“She’ll talk to you.” Jadelyn reassured Tyrande. “But she’ll decide if we do separate weddings or a joint one.”

Tyrande let out a gargantuan sigh. “Well, I hope she picks separate ones. I’ve always dreamed of my wedding in green and under a big beautiful tree before taking him back to Sentarshaden and him joining the family.”

“Don’t you have enough green? Weddings are all about white.” Jadelyn leaned over my chest, and suddenly I realized they weren’t about to sleep.

“Maybe your weddings. But traditional elven weddings always have green. Green is very important; it’s the color of life and healthy growth.” Tryande’s voice got heated and her shoulders were moving as she did something with her hands I couldn’t see in the dark.

I thought I’d settle the argument. “Gold. Everything is going to be in gold. Gold everywhere, because it is my wedding, you are all mine.”

There was a momentary pause, and I thought I saw sympathy on Jadelyn’s face in the dark.

“Green is really better.” Tryande picked it back up and patted me reassuringly on the chest. “Trust me.”

“White.” Jadelyn shot back.

I realized this would not stop anytime soon.

Tryande snorted. “You are anything but pure now. White is purity, and green is growth. Green makes so much more sense. We want our family to grow with little ones, don’t we?”

“Excuse me?” Jadelyn scoffed. “I’m not pure? What do you think, husband?”

I held my hands up and scooted out of the bed. “That I should go sleep in my hoard tonight. We’ll plan it out over a family dinner and be good to go.”

It got oddly quiet after that, and I moved to the corner of the mattress and lifted it up.

Light shined through the room, giving me a glimpse of their faces. Both of them were staring at me as if I’d just told them the Easter Bunny wasn’t real.

“There’s no way we can settle this over just one dinner.” Jadelyn assured me.

“Yeah. Weddings take months and months. There are hundreds, if not thousands, of decisions to make.” Tryande agreed with her, and I rapidly understood that I was in for a lot of wedding talk. Each woman in my harem wouldn’t add linearly to the conversation, but become multiplicatively more complicated.

I nodded in understanding. In this one thing, the dragon king would admit defeat and retreat. “Lots of nights in the hoard, got it. See ya tomorrow.” I dove into the spatial pocket under my mattress even as they picked up their argument again on the best color schemes. But their chatter held notes of excitement behind the arguments for or against their particular preference.

As the mattress fell back in place, blissful silence descended on me again.

I was too tired for that shit. Maybe I could convince Scarlett to just make the decisions quickly for everyone.

Standing in my hoard, seeing my gold, made me perk up. All of my lovely gold.

It was amazing to see how the light from the enchanted bulbs glittered off my gold. Turning to the familiar vials of panned gold, I froze.

Both were there, and my father’s vial was as I’d left it. But my vial had tipped over, and the contents were gone.

I raced over and froze before picking it up, my sleepiness suddenly gone. The glass of the vial was clean. There were no smudge marks. Picking it up, it only smelled of my gold; there wasn’t anyone else’s scent on it.

My beast was roaring in my chest. Somebody had done this. Someone had touched my hoard and they would pay.

The only people who knew about those flakes were my mates and the dragonettes. Polydora had mentioned that gold gathered with a dragon’s own claws had magical properties. I tried to decide if one of the dragonettes could have done this to me.

But they should have left a scent. And my hoard was behind several protections that clearly hadn’t been breached.

I was suspicious and stared at my hoard, shifting into my dragon form and wading into the gold.

Letting it clink against my scales, I swam through my gold, checking each and every coin or article of jewelry. My big dragon brain worked in full overdrive as I did a swift inventory, hoping to find something else to help me track the thief.

A moment later, I heard a tinkle of gold coins further away from me.

My body went rigid. I stopped in my movements, my ears focusing hard on locating the next ping.

Sure enough, a few more light tinkling reached my ear. I crouched low, staring just over the surface of my gold.

I caught a piece moving about thirty yards away, my eyes honing in on the spot as I prepared to attack. I could feel every ounce of my body focused as I became a full on predator.

Springing out of the gold, I roared with a fury that could only be a dragon whose hoard had been disturbed.

There was a scattering of gold coins, but it almost seemed like a TV show on silent as my roar drowned everything else out. I snapped my jaws down on the section of gold that had movement, but there was no squish or crunch.

More gold clinked in my mouth, and I stood there, confused.

Something pushed against my gums and a gold slug-like slime pushed its way out of my teeth. For a moment, the creature that looked like liquid gold paused on my snout before diving back into my hoard.

The thing couldn’t have been much bigger than a rat.

My jaw dropped and gold coins clinked out of my jaws and onto my hoard.

Just what was that thing?

I clawed at my gold, pushing the area around, trying to spot it again, but it kept darting between the gold pieces. No matter how I dug around, I couldn't catch it.

Growling, I dove back into my gold and scoured my hoard.

I had to find this creature living in my gold. But the creature had felt unique. It was like gold having come to life.

Back and forth I swam through my hoard, pushing aside all the treasure, searching for the creature.

I searched and searched, but no tinkling of gold reached me. Whatever it was, it had gone into hiding among my gold and I couldn’t find it.

Frustrated, I went and sealed the space so only me or my mates could come and go. Nothing would leave my hoard, and I would find this creature again.

When it didn’t show, I stopped and waited with just my eyes resting above my gold.

Hours passed, and my eyelids became heavy. At some point, I drifted off into sweet dreams of resting among gold laden fields and the occasional game animal skirting past me only to find themselves a new home resting in my belly.

Sweet dragon dreams filled with gold covered mates.