Chapter 5

They laid her down on a bed of soft leaves, carefully arranged by Átila moments before. The grass was dense and flexible, like a living mattress prepared by the forest itself for that sacred and profane moment. Irmak, with her twenty-six well-lived years, felt her heart hammering against her ribs. She was no longer an innocent young woman from the human villages. She had fought, bled, and desired for years. But nothing had prepared her for this: being claimed by two twin dragons at the same time.

Kuzey, the wilder of the two, tore her dress with a claw that still bore traces of iridescent black scales. The thin fabric ripped like paper, sliding off her shoulders and revealing firm, heavy breasts with rosy nipples that were already hard from both excitement and the chill of the night.

“By the ancient gods… just look at her,” Kuzey murmured, his deep voice reverberating like a roll of thunder. His golden eyes gleamed with predatory hunger.

Átila knelt between her legs with slow, deliberate movements. His large, calloused hands spread Irmak’s soft thighs effortlessly, exposing her intimacy, which was already glistening with arousal. The cold air touched her heated flesh, making her shiver.

“So wet already…” Átila murmured, his voice lower and more controlled than his brother’s, but no less dangerous. “You’re dripping, little one. That scent is going to drive me insane.”

He lowered his face without warning. His broad, hot, slightly rough tongue slid slowly along her soaked slit, collecting her essence with a hoarse groan of satisfaction. Irmak arched her back violently, a sharp cry escaping her throat.

“Ah!”

Kuzey didn’t waste any time. He closed his hot mouth over one of her rosy nipples, sucking hard while his tongue swirled around the sensitive peak. His teeth grazed her skin just enough to send shocks of painful pleasure straight to her core.

Átila licked her swollen clit in quick, precise circles, alternating pressure and speed with cruel mastery. Two thick fingers pressed against her entrance, sliding in slowly, inch by inch, until they curled upward and found that swollen, sensitive spot inside her.

“Ah… gods…” Irmak moaned, her hips rolling involuntarily against Átila’s mouth. “Please… more…”

The twins exchanged a brief glance over her body. A silent, savage understanding passed between them. Kuzey released her nipple with a wet pop and moved up to capture her mouth in a devouring kiss. His tongue invaded her, mimicking the rhythm of Átila’s fingers inside her.

The orgasm hit like a sudden storm.

Irmak screamed against Kuzey’s mouth, her body convulsing. Her inner muscles clenched tightly around Átila’s fingers, and a hot gush of liquid spilled out, soaking his chin and hand. The twins didn’t stop. Átila continued licking greedily, sucking up every drop that came from her, while Kuzey held her wrists above her head, keeping her open and exposed.

“That’s it… come for us, beautiful,” Kuzey growled against her lips. “Let the entire forest hear how you surrender to the dragons.”

When the first orgasm finally subsided, Irmak was trembling like a leaf. But they gave her no rest.

Átila lifted his face, shiny with her juices. His eyes were now completely golden, the pupils slit like a dragon’s.

“She tastes like honey and sin,” he said, slowly licking his own lips. “I want more. I want her to come until she can’t speak anymore.”

Kuzey released her wrists and slid down her body, trading places with his brother. While Átila positioned himself beside her, removing his own shirt and revealing a muscular torso marked by old battle scars, Kuzey buried his face between Irmak’s legs with renewed hunger.

His tongue was even rougher than his brother’s. He fucked her with it, thrusting in and out while his nose pressed against her swollen clit. Two fingers—no, three—entered her at once, stretching her deliciously.

“Kuzey…!” Irmak cried out, her hands flying to his long black hair, pulling hard.

Átila cupped one of her breasts, pinching the nipple between his fingers while leaning down to whisper in her ear:

“You can take more, can’t you? We’ve barely started. When we’re done, you won’t be able to walk for three days. You’ll feel our touch with every step you take.”

Irmak sobbed with pleasure as a second orgasm struck her, even stronger than the first. Kuzey drank it all, moaning against her sensitive flesh, the vibration shooting straight to her clit.

They flipped her onto her stomach over the leaves. Kuzey lay beneath her, pulling her up until she was straddling his face. Átila positioned himself behind her, his large hands spreading her ass cheeks.

“I want to taste this other place too,” Átila murmured, his voice thick with dark desire.

His tongue slid between her cheeks, licking the wrinkled ring with torturous slowness while Kuzey sucked on her clit from below. Irmak screamed, the sound echoing through the silent forest. She had never been touched there before. The sensation was shocking, forbidden, and absurdly pleasurable.

“Ah, gods… that’s… it’s too much…” she whimpered, her hips moving on their own, grinding against Kuzey’s mouth.

“It’s not too much,” Kuzey corrected, his voice muffled against her pussy. “It’s exactly what you need. Let us devour you, Irmak. Let us ruin you for any other male.”

Átila pressed a lubricated finger against her anus, penetrating her slowly while continuing to lick around it. The dual stimulation made Irmak’s eyes roll back. She came again, her entire body shaking, liquid dripping down Kuzey’s chin.

They turned her once more, now on all fours. Kuzey knelt in front of her, freeing his thick, long cock from his pants. The bulbous head was already glistening with precum. Átila positioned himself behind her, rubbing his equally impressive erection against her soaked entrance.

“Look at me,” Kuzey ordered, holding her chin. “I want to see your eyes while my brother fucks you for the first time.”

Átila didn’t wait any longer. He thrust forward in one smooth motion, burying himself to the hilt. Irmak let out a long, hoarse cry as her inner walls were stretched to their limit around his thickness.

“So tight…” Átila grunted, his hands firm on her hips. “As if you were made for both of us.”

He began to move. Deep, rhythmic thrusts that made Irmak’s breasts sway. Kuzey took the opportunity to push his cock against her lips.

“Open,” he ordered softly.

Irmak obeyed, taking him into her mouth as far as she could. The salty, masculine taste exploded on her tongue. The twins found a perfect rhythm: while Átila fucked her hard from behind, Kuzey fucked her mouth with controlled strokes, gripping her hair.