Dragon Breeder 3 Dante King (spiritual books to read TXT) 📖

Renji, without ever slackening her pace or asking for anything in return, worked me for a glorious ten minutes or so. She built me up like a pro, adapting to every fluctuation of my breath, every twitch of my face or body. Dimly, I reflected on whether this was a djinn skill, but didn’t spend too much thought on the matter. It was not long before pleasure flooded my brain and squashed out any other concerns.

When I reached the point where I could take no more, when I was on the very cusp of release, Renji slipped down and covered my cock with her warm and eager mouth. I buried my face in my scrunched-up blanket as I jerked and spasmed. Blazing white light filled my closed eyelids. Renji quietly and willingly swallowed my jizz.

Letting out a long, slow breath I looked down. The blue-skinned djinn pulled away from me, smiling contentedly to herself and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

“You tasted better than I could have imagined,” she said in a husky whisper.

Without another word, she snuggled into her blankets, closed her eyes, and rolled onto her back.

Despite the warm fug of blissful release, there was a little twinge of unseen coming danger that I had felt earlier.

Making a conscious effort to stop dwelling on the intangible, I sighed and rolled right over onto my stomach.

And saw that Ashrin and Jazmyn were both awake and both looking at me.

It was obvious, at a glance, that they had gotten an eyeful of what had just transpired with Renji. It was all in their knowing smirks. I could feel sweet post-coital oblivion stealing over me. Refusing to care, I just shook my head and drifted into sleep.

The next time I awoke, it wasn’t from the sound of steel boots hitting the ground, nor was it the stoking of the campfire for breakfast.

An ethereal blue glow pulled me from the warm waters of sleep. A pulsing erratic light flickered and throbbed through the barrier of my closed lids until my unconscious was forced to do something about it.

I opened my eyes.

The weird little will-o’-the-wisp light—ghostly blue and insubstantial—was bobbing right in front of my face. It was silent, but the color and the wavering intensity made me think that, if it had been making a noise, it would have been the buzzing of those fluorescent tube lights in the crummier kind of malls.

“Get out of here,” I grumbled quietly, not feeling in the mood for whatever this was, what with the broken sleep I’d been enjoying. “Go on, scram.”

The will-o’-the-wisp darted out of range of my swatting hand, then bobbed closer to me. It scooted closer and then further away, this way and that, circling my head. It wouldn’t leave me alone, like a gnat at a barbecue. It was almost as if…

“Are you trying to tell me something?” I muttered, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.

The will-o’-the-wisp flashed a brighter neon blue.

“Was that a ‘yes’?” I said, frowning.

The strange blue wisp flashed brightly again.

That woke me up. Suddenly, every one of the forty winks that I had been trying to catch went out the window. The feeling of impending tribulation, which had been slumbering in my gut since the evening before, flared up.

I sprang to my feet and, at the exact same time, the first tremor shook the cavern. Dust and small stones fell from the roofs of the tunnels leading off from the chamber in which we had been sleeping.

“To arms!” I cried. “Grab your weapons!”

The dragonmancers were on their feet before I had finished singing out my warning. The coterie members of Jazmyn and Ashrin were ready with weapons in their hands only a short moment after that, and the rest of the crew a few seconds after them.

The earth trembled again.

“Well, I’ll be buggered by a mindflayer’s tentacle,” came the twanging accent of Diggens Azee from over in his corner. “Trust me when I say that’s no ordinary earth tremor. Looks like we’re in for a spot of trouble, dragonmates!”

The gnoll pulled one of his pickaxes from his tool belt and tested the point of it with his thumb.

The whole cave started to rumble and shake then. From somewhere within the earth, I could hear the grind and hammer and metallic whir of great quantities of soil and rock being moved and burrowed at.

“What in the name of the gods is that?” Renji asked.

Tamsin stuck her speartip into the ground, bent down, and picked up a handful of gritty dirt in her hands. She rubbed it together in her palms and licked a little of it up with her long forked tongue before she spat it out. Snarling, she ripped up her spear and twirled it.

“Whatever it is, it dies here!” the hobgoblin cried.

The wall on the other side of the mineral pond exploded outward. Dry soil and lumps of rock showered out, bursting into the cavern like stony confetti. Pebbles and grit rained down into the crystalline water of the pond. I swatted away a shard of rock the size of a tennis ball that had been flung toward my face.

Out of the ragged whole that had just been blasted out of the cavern wall came a boiling mass of bodies. Rat-faced, bent-backed, with wicked rusted weapons, gray fur, and yellow fangs and claws. They came swarming out of the aperture like rats from a sinking ship, letting loose high-chirruping battle cries. Red eyes rolled madly in their hideous pointed faces.

“Ratfolk!” Jazmyn roared.

“To the sword!” Ashrin cried. Her dark eyes were narrowed, her cat’s ears pointing forward. “Put them all to the sword!”

Chapter 11

The ratfolk were numerous, furious, and barbarous. They came charging toward us like five-foot tall berserkers, arms flailing madly, ratty tails lashing