Chapter 3

Átila remained behind. Hands sliding down her arms. Lifting her gently to her feet.

Irmak stood between them. Small. Delicate. Surrounded by muscles and heat.

Her right hand extended hesitantly. Fingers brushed Kuzey's chest. Hot skin. Heart beating strong under her palm.

Sparks danced again. More intense. Shooting straight to her clit. She moaned low. Involuntary.

"Gods..."

Kuzey smiled.

"Not gods. Dragons."

Átila pressed his body against her back. Hard cock brushing the curve of her ass over the dress.

"Feel both of us. Choose after."

Irmak turned her face to the side. Looked at Átila over her shoulder.

"You have no shame. Appearing naked. Talking of prophecy. Touching without asking."

Kuzey took her hand. Guided it to his marked abdomen.

"Shame is for weak mortals. We are pure desire. Living fire."

Her fingers descended slowly. Brushed the line of dark hair leading to the thick cock.

She stopped. Heavy breathing.

"This is dangerous. I am a princess. You... monsters from legend."

Átila nipped her ear lightly.

"Monsters who will protect you. And fuck you until you forget the fear."

Irmak gasped. Crude words hitting straight to her wet center.

She pulled her hand away. Took a step back. Now facing both.

Eyes roaming their naked bodies. Stopping on the erect cocks. Thick. Long. Heads glistening.

"I... need to think. This is too fast."

Kuzey nodded. But didn't retreat.

"The night is long, princess. Stay with us. The bonfire will come easily. We'll talk. Touch. No rush."

Átila extended his hand to her.

"Come. Sit. Let the draconic fire warm you."

Irmak hesitated. Looked into the darkness where the horse had fled. Then at the twins.

Their scent. The heat. The promise in their golden eyes.

She took a step forward. Hand touching Átila's.

"Just for now. Just to hear the full story."

Kuzey smiled satisfied.

"Good choice."

The three walked to the center of the clearing. Kuzey blew softly. Blue flames sprang from nowhere. Bonfire crackling hot. Illuminating their naked bodies and her torn dress.

Irmak sat on a wide root. Legs bent. Eyes fixed on the twins who settled in front of her.

The roar still echoed in her mind. The call. The destiny.

The night was just beginning.

And the fire between them had just ignited.

Kuzey extended his hand slowly. Long, hot fingers hovered over Irmak's bare arm. Her skin still tingled from the previous contact.

He touched. Lightly. Deliberate.

A blue electric spark appeared at the point of contact. It raced across her fair skin like a living bolt. Down her shoulder, her breast, her belly. Straight to her clit.

Irmak gasped loudly. Her entire body shuddered. Knees buckled. She staggered.

"What... what was that?"

The sensation was liquid fire mixed with pure pleasure. Her clit swelled instantly. A hot, wet pulse spread between her thighs.

Átila approached from the other side. His tall, muscular body blocking the moonlight. Deep, calm voice.

"The prophecy. Dragons and mortals must not unite. But your blood... carries something ancient. Something ours."

Irmak breathed rapidly. Hand pressed against her chest. She felt her heart hammering.

The spark still vibrated inside her. Throbbing at her most sensitive spot. Making her nipples harden against the torn fabric of her dress.

Kuzey didn't withdraw his hand. Fingers slid slowly up her arm to her shoulder. Down again.

Each movement sent new sparks. Small. Insistent. All converging to the wet center between her legs.

"This... burns," she murmured, voice hoarse.

"It burns well," Kuzey replied, golden eyes fixed on hers. "It's fire recognizing fire."

Átila blew softly to the side. A simple breath.

Blue flames erupted from the ground. Draconic bonfire. Hot. Clean. Smokeless. Bluish light danced over the three bodies.

The heat enveloped the clearing. Illuminated the twins' golden skin. Highlighted every defined muscle. Every pulsing vein.

Irmak couldn't look away. The two cocks were now fully erect. Thick. Long. Broad heads glistening with drops of crystalline pre-cum.

Thick veins ran the length. Pulsing in the rhythm of draconic hearts. Heavy. Imposing.

She squeezed her thighs together. Felt the moisture trickling. The dress clinging to her damp skin.

Kuzey licked his lips slowly. Pink tongue passing over his full mouth.

"You smell of desire, princess. Sweet. Wet. Hot. Do you want us to stop?"

Irmak shook her head. Loose golden hair falling over her shoulders. Voice trembling, almost a whisper.

"No... touch me."

The words escaped before she could hold them back. Shame and excitement mixed in her chest.

Kuzey smiled. Sharp teeth gleaming in the blue firelight.

He approached closer. Hand rising up her arm to her neck. Light fingers caressing the sensitive skin.

Another spark. Stronger. Ran down her spine. Made her back arch involuntarily.

Átila came from the opposite side. Large hand resting on her waist. Thumb tracing slow circles over the torn velvet.

"Slowly," he said, voice low. "Your body needs to get used to our fire."

Irmak closed her eyes for a second. Heavy breathing. Breasts rising and falling quickly.

"I've never... felt anything like this."

Kuzey leaned in. Nose brushing the curve of her neck. Inhaling deeply.

"Because you've never been with dragons. Common mortals don't burn like this."

His fingers descended. Brushed her collarbone. Slid to the torn neckline of the dress. Stopped at the edge of the fabric.

"May I?" he asked, voice hoarse.

Irmak opened her eyes. Looked at him. Then at Átila. Then at the erect cocks pointing in her direction.

"Yes..." she whispered.

Kuzey pulled the fabric slowly. The torn dress gave way easily. One firm breast sprang free. Pink nipple already hard as stone.

The cold night air touched the exposed skin. Contrasting with the bonfire's heat.

Átila groaned low. Golden eyes fixed on the exposed nipple.

"Perfect."

He lowered slightly. Mouth hovering over the breast. Blew hot air against the sensitive bud.

Irmak shuddered. Hand rising instinctively to grip his shoulder.

Kuzey didn't wait. Fingers descended further. Opened the rest of the dress. The fabric fell to her waist. Leaving her torso bare.

Two breasts exposed. Firm. Swollen nipples. Fair skin shining in the blue light.

"Gods..." Irmak murmured, voice faltering.

"Not gods," Átila corrected. "Dragons."

Kuzey cupped one breast with his large hand. Thumb brushing the nipple in slow circles.

A blue spark appeared again. Ran from the nipple to her clit. More intense.

Irmak moaned loudly. Head tilting back.

"Ah..."

Átila took the other breast. Mouth closing around the nipple. Sucked slowly. Tongue swirling. Teeth grazing lightly.

Pleasure exploded in her chest. Descended like hot lava to her belly.

Kuzey continued massaging the free breast. Firm fingers. Precise.

"Feel it," he whispered against her ear. "Let the fire in."

His free hand descended her flat belly. Fingers tracing the line to her navel. Stopped at the waistband of the dress still held at her waist.

Irmak parted her legs slightly. Instinctive. Body begging for more.

Átila released the nipple with a wet sound. Looked up.

"Do you want us to remove the rest?"

She nodded. Quickly. Without words.

Kuzey pulled the dress down. Torn fabric slid over her thighs. Fell to her feet.

Irmak stood completely nude. Voluptuous body exposed to the firelight. Fair skin. Full breasts. Slim waist. Rounded hips. Triangle of golden hair between her legs.

Moisture glistened on her inner thighs. Swollen clit visible.

The twins watched her. Golden eyes hungry.

"Beautiful," Kuzey said, voice hoarse.

Átila ran his hand over the curve of her ass. Squeezed lightly.

"Ours."

Irmak trembled. Not from cold. From anticipation.

"Touch more..." she pleaded, voice low and urgent.

Kuzey knelt in front of her. Hands gripping her thighs. Spreading them gently.

Nose brushed the golden hair. Inhaled deeply.

"Smells so good. Wet for us."

Tongue extended. Licked slowly along the soaked slit. From bottom to top. Stopping at the clit.

Irmak cried out softly. Hands clutching his black hair.

"Kuzey!"