Their End

Chapter 11 | Fifi Tastes

SAM

“Well, Little Witch?” Gentry asked with a raised brow.

I swallowed and nodded, feeling my cheeks heat. Gentry’s eyes darkened. He grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the room with him. Apparently, we weren’t wasting any time on this.

After quickly dipping his head into Remi’s office to inquire about Fifi’s whereabouts, Gentry led us outside toward her treehouse. She was stretching her wings, which usually landed her back at her little sanctuary. I could get us there faster, but I kept my mouth shut. The tension grew as we walked. Finding out that Gentry had thought about this had my inhibitions temporarily falling away. It was probably a good thing Gentry was jumping at this so quickly.

The sound of wings beating heavily above us made us both look up as we reached the base of the tree Fifi lived in when she wasn’t at the packhouse. Fifi landed light on her feet in front of us with her usual happy expression when she saw me. At this point, I think Fifi thought it was a game.

“Can I ha-” Fifi started like always. I wanted to take the question from her lips.

“Yes,” I said bluntly. I was nervous, but I was in it now.

“have a- wait, huh?” Fifi asked, her head tilting cautiously like a puppy.

“Yes,” I repeated. “You can have a taste.”

Fifi shot into the air like a rocket with a huge beat of her wings that almost took me and Gentry from our feet. The dragonborn took a huge circle around the treehouse, skimming above the tree line as she took a literal victory lap. Plummeting to the ground, Fifi landed hard this time. She was unable to contain her excitement, and probably her strength, and made a crater in the ground just like her arrival into our lives.

FIFI

“IT’S HAPPENING!” I thought as Sammy and her wolfie came into my tree place. I liked it so much better than the dragon caves, and now Sammy was here! AND I WAS GETTING A TASTE!

“Gentry wants to watch first,” Sammy said, clasping her hands in front of her.

“Watch what?” I asked, not sure what my witchy meant. The wolfies were weird sometimes.

“The tasting,” Sammy said. She sighed in the way that she did only when she talked to me. I didn’t know why, but it was my sigh. “Gentry wants to watch you get the taste you’ve been asking for.”

“Okay,” I shrugged. Dragons didn’t care if people saw tasting. It happened in the caves sometimes when others were around.

“How do you want to do this?” my witchy asked, her face getting red like my favorite Christmas lights the wolfies showed me.

“Well, I take my tongue, and I-” Sammy put up a finger to interrupt me.

“I know how that part works, Fifi,” she said with my sigh again. The wolfie sat down in one of my chairs with a smile on his face. Sammy walked over to the bed, sitting on it softly. She patted the bed next to her. I jumped across the room and landed on the bed, making my witchy bounce with me.

“Fifi,” she started when we finally stopped bouncing. My face was super close to hers, and I could smell her scent getting stronger. My mouth watered. I wanted her in my mouth so badly. I started to look down at where her yummy scent always came from, but Sammy put her hand under my chin and made me look at her eyes. “How do dragons do this? Do you kiss? Do you just jump between my legs…”

“Taste,” I said gleefully. I pointed to my mouth, “I take my tongue-”

“I have never seen someone so single-mindedly focused on something,” Sammy laughed. Her face was red again, and I tried to remember what that meant. Embarrassed? Dragons didn’t have that, but the witchy told me about it.

“Mmmmm,” a growling moan slipped out of my throat, a little bit of smoke escaping with it. “I’ll show you.”

Sammy gulped, but she nodded and put her hands down. I pushed her back on the bed and let my nose lead me to my favorite scent. My lips grazed the thin fabric separating me and the taste I wanted for so long. I settled on my tummy as Sammy’s legs fell apart. A gentle kiss on her crotch sent flame across it in front of my mouth. Sammy yelped, but I held her hips down as her clothes were burned away, not touching any of the witchy’s perfect skin.

“FIFI-”

Sammy didn’t finish saying whatever she was going to say. I gave her one long lick, lapping up all the shiny wetness on her. Thorny tails and shiny scales. She tasted like magic. My tongue sparkled, and my mouth watered. She wasn’t my mate, but she was the most delicious thing I’d ever tasted. I knew she’d be yummy. Better than dragons. Better than food and candy and everything. My tongue flicked in and out of Sammy, her nectar all over my tongue. She was getting louder as I licked her, playing with the little nub above her lips. She really liked that. I licked and nipped at the pieces between her legs. I didn’t ever want to stop. Sammy’s thighs squeezed my head, but I giggled and pushed them down to the bed. Witchy’s had strong magic, but they were weak physically. She tried to push my head away as I pushed my tongue deeper into her. It was like a game, and I was going to win this one. The witchy would keep screaming, and I would keep her on the bed. She couldn’t play keep away with her bits; the witchy was silly.

I heard the chair scrape against the floor. The wolfie was probably standing up. Maybe he wanted to watch closer. Sammy was screaming a lot, and it probably looked fun because it sure tasted fun.

“NOT YET,” I heard the witchy yell, and I felt magic flow along her skin. A loud bang happened, but I just kept tasting. I would have to pull myself away eventually. Sammy’s body shook all over, and I didn’t want to break her. Maybe she’d let me taste again. I hoped so. I nibbled at her little nub, and my witchy squealed. I like that sound. I licked harder and harder, and Sammy kept giving me delicious nectar on my tongue. She flooded my mouth again, and I swallowed it greedily. Sammy was so loud, but all I could focus on was how good she tasted.

My head was yanked up, and when I looked up, Sammy had my horns in her hands. I don’t know when she got strong, but she pulled my head up hard enough that it moved me! I felt magic flowing again; it had to be that.

“FIFI,” she yelled with wide eyes. “Hold on for a moment!”

She was breathing hard, staring into my eyes like a wild animal. Apparently, she liked the tasting as much as I liked doing it. “Gentry wants to join us. Is that okay?”

“How?” I asked, not sure how three people would play. I thought he wanted to watch me taste her. I wasn’t ready to stop yet.

“You can keep tasting, but I’m going to bury my c**k inside my mate, Fifi,” Sammy’s wolfie said. I looked over my shoulder. He wasn’t in his chair anymore. He leaned over and tapped my hip. “Let me in here.”

GENTRY

Damn. Watching Fifi go at Sam so enthusiastically had me rock hard. Listening to Sam fall apart at least three times in quick succession had me a little jealous, making me want to jump in even more. Then she slammed me back in my seat, and I was practically feral with need.

When I felt Sam’s magic dissipate, I was on my feet. I squeezed my d**k through my pants, but it gave me no relief. Sam ripped Fifi’s head away from her p***y, breathing hard and looking wild. Somehow, I composed myself enough to get my pants off and calmly join them. Fifi crawled over Sam’s legs, giving me a strange look.

We probably should have talked things through a little more, but it was too late for that. My c**k was going to explode if I didn’t get inside Sam immediately. I grabbed her hips and angled her up. She was drenched. I wanted to bend down and get my own taste, but my c**k was too greedy for that.

I lined myself up, not even bothered by the dragonborn watching us intently. I focused on my mate’s wild expression as I snapped my hips and slammed myself all the way inside. Her body immediately pulsed around me, making us both groan.

“Ohhhhh,” Fifi said, watching us both. “Can I taste again?”

“By all means,” I said through clenched teeth. “But I’m not stopping.” I started to thrust in and out of Sam. A moan immediately fell from her. Fifi leaned over and tentatively darted her tongue out. At first, she went for Sam’s clit. Sam bucked and writhed, but I held her in place so I could continue to f**k her at just the right angle.

Then, Fifi’s tongue swept up and grazed my c**k as I slid out of Sam. My whole body shuddered. I didn’t hate that at all. Fifi got bolder and kept eating Sam, occasionally lapping her arousal off my c**k as I slid out of her.

Sam pulsed around me almost continually. Nothing intelligible was coming out of her mouth anymore; it was just a series of moans, groans, and screams. There was a primal satisfaction burning through my veins at her absolutely blissed out beneath me.

Fifi wagged her ass in the air as she licked and sucked on Sam. Her tail flicked back and forth distractedly. I reached over and swatted her ass, then grabbed her by the tail. She squeaked and squirmed. “Don’t stop,” I growled, squeezing the base of her tail.

She let out a deep moan and a puff of smoke, then continued to lick Sam.

“Gen, please. Oh, Moon Mother, please,” Sam whined.

I drove into her harder, chasing my finish. Fifi pushed against my hand, so I squeezed her tail again. I could feel her shake against me. Clearly, our dragonborn had a very sensitive tail.

“Gen,” Sam cried.

“Did you get your taste, Fifi? Do you like how Sam tastes?” I taunted, more for myself than her. I emphasized my question with another squeeze of her tail. She answered with a rumbling moan over Sam.

Sam shook, and her body gushed around me. She spasmed so hard I had no time to prepare before I was bursting. I fell forward, bracing myself over Sam as I unloaded. Fifi fell away next to Sam, breathing almost as hard as we were. Sam lay completely limp below me, eyes closed and covered in sweat.

When my body finally calmed, and I almost had my breath back, I tried to push away the hair stuck to Sam’s sweaty face. She groaned and squirmed. “That was…” I chuckled, lost for words.

“Delicious!” Fifi shouted.