Chapter 570: *Feeling Alive - Part 2*

Arc began to lower herself.

Stars he’s huge... She’d seen it. But now she was feeling it as his bell began to spread her apart. A pained cry and gasp for breath later, she rose up, having barely gotten him a few centimers in before she had to stop.

"We don’t have to..."

"No!" Arc protested. "You’re my dragon..." she panted as she lowered herself again. This time, when she cried out, it was because she felt something starting to tear-

SLAM!

The door burst open, and Raven charged in, a bouquet of black flowers in her hand and blood ready for a fight in orbit around her. Arc was so startled she jumped a little, dislodging her foot and falling heavily onto Owyn’s cock, before she collapsed forward, the breath knocked from her body as she cried out again, this time Owyn covering her mouth while Raven hurried to shut the door with a glob of blood.

"R-Raven... What are you doing here?" Arc shuddered around the pain of her lost virginity, vibrating her voice. She felt Owyn against her womb, and she was barely the length of a hand and a bit of wrist down his shaft... with more to go.

"I went to your room and didn’t find you... I didn’t know you were up here getting poled!" she sounded almost jealous. It didn’t help that a slight shift made Arc cry out, wondering when it was supposed to start feeling good...

"What are you doing?" Owyn gasped, his breath a bit heavy and short.

Arc looked. Raven was stripping, the flowers tossed onto the table where a few scattered. There were actually two small bouquets, one for her and one for Owyn, which Arc found sweet.

She had her skirt off and her pussy exposed in two swift moves, still in her knee-high boots, her corset, and bodice as she approached the bed. "Hush, you..." she snapped at Owyn, then cupped Arc’s face. "Arc, my girlfriend... would you mind if I joined you?"

"Yes! But... it h-hurts a bit..." Arc confessed.

"You’re bleeding. I can feel it a little... If you want, I could help you..." she pushed her mana towards Arc. "Just let me in..."

Arc took three short breaths, trying to slow her heart rate and her mana circulation to let Raven add herself into it... The moment she did, the thread connecting them exploded in size, and she felt Raven’s mana like a cool, black river... one that was devouring her own. Raven shuddered from the sudden influx, but bit her lip and focused, and soon Arc felt a warmth in her hips and womb as Raven began her work, quickly withdrawing and holding her head.

"Wow... that’s..." she swallowed. "Your mana is... delicious." She giggled. Raven never giggled. Almost drunkenly, she slipped forward, swinging her leg over Owyn as she came face to face with Arc. The thread between them was shrinking, but slowly, and Raven’s eyes only grew hazier as she stared into Arc’s before leaning forward for a deep, deep kiss that stole her breath and left a thin rope of drool between their lips.

Arc was already lunging forward for more when it broke, a move that was less painful thanks to whatever Raven did to her hips. Sliding along Owyn started to feel good, and his gasp at her movements only reinforced her desire to keep pushing. To ride her dragon as she promised... and enjoy the company of their first passenger.

With how she had to position her petite little body to have Owyn inside her, it was unfeasible for Raven to do as she intended, but a moment later, Arc felt the intent shift as her lover lowered herself, laying on Owyn’s torso as she edged forward, her corset scraping him, before she took Arc’s throbbing cock in her mouth and began to run her tongue over it.

Arc gasped, unable to cope with so much stimulation. Raven’s lips were so much softer than Owyn’s, and her little tongue poked at spots she didn’t know she had. She began to grind her hips, feeling Raven’s mind start to coalesce around what pleased her the most as she learned as they went. Soon she had Arc bucking, and the girl’s tight little pussy throbbed back and forth on the bell of Owyn’s cock, stimulating him into his own cries and moans as he called out her name.

That is, until Raven let Arc go with a wet pop and admonished him, "You want to get us caught? Put that mouth to use." She wiggled her butt, and with a groan of effort, Owyn pulled himself up and seized Raven with both hands, eating her out as she resumed her affections for Arc’s dick.

The three quickly found a rhythm, but to Arc’s surprise, it was Owyn who began to quicken towards cumming first. He tried to control himself, but every unconscious buck of his hips punched the breath out of Arc from within, until she was sure that when he came it would be in her-

"Arc, I’m-" Owyn rose to gasp, a warning too late for what followed, which was a deluge of seed that roped into Arc in hot, heavy bursts. On the second punch of his cock into her womb, she came hard, filling Raven’s mouth with her own sweet spend. Feeling it accumulate as Raven closed her throat to it, at first curious and then liking the unusual taste of Arc’s cum as she began to swallow.

To keep Arc from crying out, put her hand over Arc’s lips, staring her in the eyes as Owyn’s cock continued to quake her body with orgasms. Arc’s dragon lowered his hands to stabilise Raven, almost unconsciously, for his mind was filled with stars and his eyes hazed over in blissful agony from her tightness until with a sudden, wet shift, he pulled out of Arc, her stretched hole leaking a fraction of his cum as the sudden sensation sent another tingling orgasm up her spine.

She fed her moans into Raven’s hand, and had just a moment to feel her giddy joy before Raven had her hand on Arc’s throat, pushing her down and between Owyn’s sturdy legs, her intent clear long before she positioned herself over Arc’s girl dick and slowly took her inside herself, her legs wedging between Owyn’s thighs and Arc’s hips. Unlike Arc, she seemed to do so without pain, and her tightness immediately halted and reversed the softness that had crept slightly into Arc’s rod.

"Such a naughty girl... not inviting your girlfriend to play for your first time." Raven drew her long fingernails along Arc’s body, tracing her nipples. Her ribs. Arc shuddered from the slight tickle and the sadistic joy Raven sent through their shared thread unknowingly, not knowing why she found Raven’s dominant tone so alluring. "Now what should I do..." she squeezed her pussy around Arc, twisting her hips slightly one way then the other. Gauging her reactions.

"I’m s-sorry Raven," Arc managed to gasp as her hips rose on their own, chasing the tightness inside her girlfriend.

Drunk on Arc’s mana, Raven’s wicked smile split wider. "I could punish you... if you ask for it." Raven licked her lips.

"Y-yes!" Arc answered perhaps a bit too quickly, sensing that Raven’s naughty intentions were balanced with a healthy fear of hurting her. She wanted to imprint her lust on Arc in a way different from Owyn, and so she slid her hands upward, pinching her fingers around Arc’s throat with her left as she seized Arc’s breast with her right.

She began to rock back and forth, stimulating Arc’s tender meat as she squeezed Arc’s throat, pinching off blood but not air. Echoes of something strange came across their thread. Intent to... copy? Recreate? Arc got the impression of a book...

She’s doing something she read about in a novel...

The realisation didn’t take away from the pleasure Arc felt. If anything, she wanted to know more about what Raven liked... the things that could inspire her to push Arc’s boundaries...

As the blood flow was cut, a weighty, floaty feeling entered Arc’s head, the sensations of her cock inside Raven heightening along with the desperate instinct for air. She felt Raven’s lust grow as she saw the pleasure she was giving Arc, and her girlfriend began to thrust downward, into Arc’s thrusts as she rode her. The hand on Arc’s breast dove beneath her back to seize her little tail, the tug finishing what the choking started as Arc cried out that she was...

"C-cumming- Mf~!" Arc squeaked, but Raven moved her hand from Arc’s neck to her mouth as she continued to ride her. The rush of blood mixed with the orgasm as Raven continued to ride her, finding her own completion as she tightened her walls and took her pleasure from Arc’s hardness.

Raven’s face, panting and flushed, grinned even more wickedly at the confirmation of Arc’s enjoyment. This time, when she dove close, she didn’t plant a kiss on Arc... she planted a bite.