Free AnyasDragons by Gabriella Bradley

swirled his finger inside her anal passage. When she came again and released another gush of cream, Cyton pushed two fingers into her. She felt her hole stretch. “Yes, oh yes, harder, push deeper,” she said in between squeals of delight.
    “Baby, I can’t push too deep. I’d break the barrier,” Cyton said and entered another finger.
    This time it hurt as her vagina stretched to its limit for then. Yet surely, she could take their cocks? If a baby’s head could fit through it, then their cocks should be able to as well. A shudder shook the men, and another. Cyton let out a mighty roar as he came. Yerith came soon after. She felt their cocks grow limp in her hands. Their roar had caused her to come, too, her cream coating Cyton’s hand. He pulled his fingers out and Yerith removed his from her anus. Breathing heavily, she let go of their cocks and lowered her legs but grabbed Cyton’s hand and pushed it against her pussy. “I want more,” she said softly, looking up at them. Their scales had disappeared and they were again men, their skin normal. Their cocks rested on their huge sacks. She reached and took each in her hands and fondled them, weighing their sacks in the palms of her hand.
    “Princess, it’s getting late and we haven’t eaten yet,” Cyton said.
    Not a word of love. Now that their lust was satisfied, was she merely a princess again?
    It was true. Her own stomach rumbled. Without a word, she released her hold on their shafts and jumped into the water. Quickly, she washed herself and tried not to look at them as they washed their cocks. But she couldn’t help it. While they soaped their cocks already sprung to life again. It was tempting, but she overpowered her desire and stepped out of the pool. After fetching one of the big bath sheets from the pile that always lay ready, she wrapped it around herself and headed for her quarters.
    “Phew, that was something else. My sisters never told me it could be like this,” she mumbled, feeling the still swollen flesh between her legs. Her libido had not simmered down. She fought against it, tried to put the men out of her mind, but found it impossible.
    She chose a pale yellow gown, put it on and gazed at her reflection in the mirrors. Did she look any different? She did. Her eyes sparkled and she looked flushed. Where had the glow come from that she’d seen during their sexual interlude? Mystified, she gazed at her arms but saw no silvery particles. Maybe it was her imagination playing tricks on her. The glow had probably emanated from the men because of their magical abilities.
    The dress was beautiful. The clothing that hung in her wardrobe was all new to her. They were probably gowns that had belonged to her sisters. This gown was embroidered with fine gold thread. Her nipples, still protruding and hard, showed clearly through the sheer material, as did her cleft, her clit poking from between her pussy lips. She clasped a white cape to her shoulder straps. It hung in graceful folds down her back. Her hair was already nearly dry. It hung in golden waves down her back.
    After grasping the hem of the cape and draping it over her arm, she stepped through the door and found Cyton and Yerith at their posts. It was as if nothing had happened. Their faces masked like statues, they fell in behind her as she started down the corridor toward the dining hall.
    The dining hall was very large with a long marble table in the center. Long marble benches stood on both sides and a throne at the head of the table. At least a hundred people could be seated for a meal. Anya sat on the throne. When Cyton and Yerith remained standing behind her, she motioned them forward.
    “For Goddess sake, sit and eat,” she said. You’re not mere guards. You’re the imperial royal guard. That makes you special.”
    “Your people think of us as barbarians,” Yerith said, but sat down anyway.
    “Yes. We aren’t royals. We bear no title,” Cyton agreed.
    “I’ll have to change