Waking the Dragon
This is purely indulgent. I hope you'll enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed imagining and writing it. I am tampering with the rules of the dragon warriors and their mythology – I tried to make it as believable as possible, and compatible with canon even if it isn't canon, while still providing an opportunity for this gratuitous smut – but let's be honest, it was a means to an end. Enjoy!
Yona stared into the distance, trying not to notice what was happening around her. She willed the thing inside her that had woken to go back to sleep, to let her return to her childlike innocence, but like so often in her life, it seemed she could never go back to the way things were before.
How had things changed so much in just one day?
Yona stood alone in the middle of a field that felt familiar to her, though she couldn't remember why.
Suddenly, she wasn't alone.
"Don't tell me that you want to protect me," Hak murmured, his hair hiding his eyes in shadow.
"What, why not?" Yona questioned.
"Because…" Hak turned to face the shadow that approached them, "It stirs my desire."
His words echoed around her as the shadow drew closer. The sky darkened, from golden afternoon light to a dusky blue.
Hak's glaive whipped through the shadow, leaving trails of lightning in its wake befitting the legendary Thunder Beast of Kouka.
The shadow seeped around them, and Yona clutched the back of Hak's robes.
"Keep your mouth shut and hang on." Hak instructed as the stars went out, eaten by the shadow. With a single thunderous sweep he sent sheet lightning out to the horizon. The shadow seemed to sizzle in the heat and the light of Hak's magnificence.
"Think of me as a tool," He said, turning to face her with a leer. Her heart began to pound, and a feeling she didn't understand began to blossom.
"Wait," Yona protested, "That's not right-"
"Use me," he commanded, his voice low and raspy. Yona blushed but didn't stop him when he swept her up into his arms. He leaned in and kissed her collarbone, sending lightning through her nerves. As befit the Thunder Beast, she could feel a storm of desire brewing inside her, each touch of his soft lips building it higher.
"That's what I'm here for," he whispered raggedly in her ear.
"Oh!" Yona woke with a start, eyes hazy and face flushed.
Thankfully, she found herself alone in the tent that she shared with Yun. The light pouring in through the tent flap told her that it was already late in the morning. She hadn't been sleeping well these last few nights, these strange dreams leaving her ragged and restless. Wiping the sweat from her forehead, she realized she would need to bathe again – the dream had left her damp and uncomfortable with sweat.
Today, she dreamed of Hak again. Yesterday it had been Jae-ha. Before that Kija and Yun and Zeno and Shin-ah had all taken their turns haunting her nights. Even Ik Soo, Joo-Doh, Geun-Tae, and Soo-Won had made brief appearances. Though Hak and her dragon warriors were the stars of her night-dramas, it seemed that everyone she knew was fated to visit her in her sleep and play awful games with her just like Hak did. Why would her mind plague her with this kind of bullying? Didn't she get enough of it in her waking life from Hak and Jae-ha?
Dragging herself out of bed, she squinted in the sun and made her way towards Yun and the campfire. Now that she was up, the film of sweat that stuck her clothes to her left her chilly in the morning air.
"Porridge?" Yun offered, holding out a bowl to her.
"Thanks," Yona mumbled, cradling the warm bowl in her palms, more interested in heating herself than eating.
Hak leaned against a tree, sharpening his glaive, but the dragon warriors were conspicuously absent.
"Now that you're up, we should probably get moving," Yun mused. "If you're feeling well enough, that is. You look a little under the weather."
"Oh, I'm alright," Yona assured him. "But, if it's possible, I'd like to have a bath before we move on."
Yun nodded absently, beginning to fold up the tent. "That's fine, princess. Zeno mentioned that there might be some hot springs nearby, and the dragons all decided to bathe as well. When they get back, I'm sure one of them can show you the way."
Zeno led his brothers away from the princess, who was still sleeping fitfully in the tent.
"Another bonding experience for the sacred brotherhood!" Kija mused earnestly.
"Yes, yes. Sacred bonding. But certainly this would have been more enjoyable had we waited for Yona dear to join us?" Jae-ha complained.
"No, the little miss needs her sleep," Zeno reminded them with a smile, but Jae-ha noticed that it did not quite meet his eyes.
They approached a set of rocky pools, steaming in the morning air. Kija was already undressing and folding his clothes neatly on a rock while Shin-ah stood surveying the area. Zeno watched his brothers with a bemused smile, aware of Jae-ha's sidelong glances at him.
"Zeno wonders…" He began, as he started undressing, "How the dragons have been feeling. Are you well?"
"Of course! I take excellent care of my body, as I must be in top physical condition to care for our master." Kija asserted. Shin-ah nodded perfunctorily behind him before stepping into the hot springs.
"Of course, I am well and beautiful, by why do you ask?" Jae-ha questioned, hanging is coat on a tree branch.
"Hmmm… Zeno wonders… if the dragons have noticed any strange… ah, stirrings?" Zeno asked, scratching the back of his head.
Kija blushed and opened his mouth to speak, but Jae-ha beat him to it.
"What is this about, Zeno? What do you know?"
"Hmmm, well, do you remember when you first saw the little miss?" The dragons nodded, steam rising all around them.
"The feeling, you told Zeno about, that your blood was boiling?" More nodding followed.
"Hmmm… I wonder, did you wonder why the little miss didn't feel anything?" This was met by blank stares.
Kija shook himself from his surprise, feeling immediately indignant. "If you are trying to suggest that the princess is not our true master, I will-"
"No, no, Zeno doesn't think that."
"Then what are you saying, Zeno?" Jae-ha pressed. Shin-ah tilted his head in question.
"The dragon warriors inside all of you, and in Zeno, have all been awoken. But the little miss… Zeno thinks she was still too young," The Yellow Dragon explained, his face becoming contemplative. "There are some… things, that Zeno remembers from King Hiryuu, and the first dragon warriors that he hasn't noticed yet with you. Zeno wonders if those things will change soon."
Behind the mask, Shin-ah's eyes narrowed, taking in Zeno's unusual air of introspection. It seemed to the Blue Dragon that Zeno was feeling uncomfortable, too, but Shin-ah did not understand why. He felt a sense of foreboding.
"What will change?" Shin-ah asked, quietly as ever.
"Ahh, it is difficult for Zeno to say…" Zeno said with a small laugh, scratching the back of his head and turning his eyes away.
"You are being very cryptic with knowledge about our sacred heritage. If there is something we don't know about our duties as dragon warriors, you should tell us!" Kija said, sounding annoyed. In reality, he was feeling apprehensive. His village had prepared him for years with the knowledge and lore of the dragon warriors of Kouka. Thinking that there were secrets that he didn't know left him feeling uneasy.
"Well…" Zeno began, awkwardly, "There is a bond… ahh… a deep bond of… ahhh… feelings…"
"Yes, we already know there is a bond." Kija said, impatiently.
"No. What you have felt up to now is just a shade, a shadow of the true bond of the dragon warriors. Zeno has begun to feel a change… not quite like before, but starting to be. He thinks perhaps the bond is growing again."
"What does this mean for us, Zeno?" Jae-ha asked. They were all feeling apprehensive now.
"Zeno thinks that the Red Dragon inside the little miss will awaken. When that happens, your feelings… even Zeno's, may change."
"No matter what happens, I will continue to serve our master!" Kija announced earnestly.
Zeno laughed. "Of course, of course you will. But, you may feel new things that you are not used to – there is a link of hearts among the dragon warriors. When King Hiryuu was alive, it was more than just the protectiveness and loyalty that Zeno has for the little miss. Zeno felt what the King felt, Zeno longed to be with him…"
There was a moment of silence while the dragon warriors considered Zeno's words. This did not sound very different from what they already felt for the princess.
With another uncomfortable laugh, Zeno confessed, "It was not a coincidence that none of the first dragons found wives until after King Hiryuu was gone…"
"Wait, you can't be suggesting that you were all in love with the King?" Kija demanded, incredulously.
Zeno chuckled, "Perhaps, not exactly… but the bond was so deep, it would not have been easy to make room for another… and… with the nature of the bond – understand, Zeno felt things that the King felt… it would have been difficult to have a lover."
Steam swirled around the dragon warriors.
"What should we do?" Shin-ah asked.
"Zeno doesn't know. Zeno doesn't think there is anything to do, really, but Zeno had to tell his brothers what he knew, so they would be prepared. He didn't want them to be confused by the new feelings if the little miss truly awakens."
Silence fell over them again, and Jae-ha looked up at the sky. He had come to terms with losing some of his freedom when he decided to join Yona, because he had been free to give it up. Although he was bound, he had freely chosen to follow her, so it still fit with his aesthetic. He wasn't sure how he felt about this new development, however.
If Yona really 'awoke,' as Zeno predicted, and his feelings changed, what would that mean for him? What would that say about the feelings he already possessed? He already struggled trying to draw the line between the feelings necessitated by his dragon blood, and those of his own independent heart. What new confusion lay ahead for him?
"How did you like the hot springs, White Snake? Was it full of leeches and eels?" Hak asked without looking up from the whetstone he was running across his blade.
"It-It was quite lovely, I'll have you know." Kija stuttered indignantly, as he and the other dragons returned to the camp.
"You're back!" Yona beamed. "Zeno, would you show me where the hot springs are too? I want to take a bath."
"Yes, this Hak will surely die from the stench if the princess doesn't bathe soon." Hak deadpanned.
Flushing, Yona turned away with a huff. Annoyed, but unsurprised by Hak's antics, she followed Zeno out of the clearing, but not without throwing a yell of, "Stupid Hak!" over her shoulder for good measure.
Sighing, Yona slipped into the water. The winter was just ending, and although it was early afternoon now, the air in the forest retained its morning chill. The stark contrast in temperature between the air and the spring water had stung her toes when she first dipped them. But now, as she eased herself in, she breathed another sigh of contentment.
"Just call for Zeno when you are finished, little miss!" Her yellow dragon had instructed, before waiting for her beyond the tree line.
Closing her eyes, Yona couldn't help pondering the strange dreams she had been having. In each of them, some man in her life would tease her, with the kind of pranks she was used to from Hak. They would touch her, or crowd into her personal space, making leering faces at her and make her blush. In all of them, a strange feeling would start to bud inside of her, one that she didn't recognize, but inevitably the dream would end before the feeling fully bloomed.
What did it mean? Why was she being tormented this way? It was already becoming quite a nuisance. She had overslept this morning, and for weeks she had been stumbling around, exhausted during the day. She'd needed to bathe far more often, with the number of times she'd woken in cold sweat. But other than the dreams, and their effects, she had no other symptoms. She didn't really think she was ill, but maybe she should talk to Yun about it anyway?
Heaving yet another sigh, she tried to relax and banish her worries in the steam. Resting her head against the bank, she allowed her eyes to close for just a moment…
"Where were we?" Hak whispered in her ear, the sunset beginning to blaze red at his back.
"Hak?" Yona asked, startled by his closeness. He held her with one arm snaked around her back, while the other held the glaive that he had used to banish the shadow.
His tongue darted out to lick the curve of her ear, and she gasped sharply.
"Wh-what are you doing?" She stuttered, as her face flushed red and her heart began to race.
"I want to make your heart thunder, princess," He whispered huskily. "Can you hear mine? We can be thunder beasts together."
His voice was rough and low, and the heat of his breath on her neck had that strange feeling growing in her chest and her belly. She seemed to be heating up, like a terrible fever.
"Can you feel it?" Jae-ha asked, suddenly behind her, ghosting his fingertips down her arms in a way that raised goose-bumps on her skin. The heat began to rise higher and he breathing became ragged. "Is it time to wake up?"
"What does that mean?" She gasped, barely able to breathe.
Hak's lips crashed down onto hers and she gave a squeak. Jae-ha began kissing her collarbone as well as stroking her arms and the feeling that she couldn't name grew stronger. It felt hot and sweet, like liquid fire pooling in her belly, sending flames up into her chest and through all her limbs.
"Do you like that, Yona dear?" Jae-ha breathed in her ear, but she couldn't answer because Hak's lips would not relent.
Kija appeared beside her, kneeling at her right, and his left hand gently caressed the back of her calf, sliding up slowly.
"Do you like this, master?" He asked sweetly, pushing her robe out of the way to kiss her outer thigh. The contact of his lips sent jolts of electricity through her, and the feeling continued to build.
"Are you ready to wake up, master?" Kija asked, as Hak's lips moved to her throat and collarbone. She turned to look at Kija, and he looked up at her, face flushed and eyes full of devotion.
"Is it time to wake up?"
"-Wake up!"
With a gasp of alarm, Yona opened her eyes, and found herself staring at the steam rising off the hot spring.
"Little miss, wake up!" She turned and saw Zeno sitting behind her, a hand on her shoulder, which remained out of the water. She looked down quickly, relieved to see that everything below her shoulders was obscured by the water of the spring.
"Little miss shouldn't fall asleep in the bath! She'll make Zeno worry." The Yellow Dragon admonished her gently.
"I'm sorry Zeno, thank you for checking on me. If you turn around, I'll get dressed and come back to camp.
As she dressed herself, she tried to rid the memory of the dream from her mind. What was wrong with her? Her face was still flushed, and thinking of the dream made her pulse quicken again. She tried to examine the feeling that was growing inside her, but kept feeling it was just out of her grasp. Sighing again, she called out to Zeno and began her trek back to the others.
Having lost so much time that morning, the group travelled the rest of the day at a brisk pace. Yun would have liked to start earlier, but he worried about pushing Yona too hard when she was obviously not getting enough rest.
She dragged her feet as she walked, but managed to keep up for the first hour or two.
After that she began to lag behind, and stumbled several times before Hak finally offered to carry her. She protested indignantly at first, but a few minutes later she was sound asleep with her hood up and her cheek resting against Hak's back. Yun led the procession, with the dragon warriors following briskly, and Hak, carrying the princess, bringing up the rear.
"You know, you mentioned that Yona dear was waking up, but for now it only seems like she's falling asleep." Jae-ha muttered wryly to Zeno, keeping his voice down so as not to be overheard.
The Yellow Dragon's face was calm, but his eyes seemed troubled when he responded. "No, Zeno is sure. Can't you feel it?"
"What am I supposed to be feeling?" Jae-ha hadn't noticed any change in himself, only in Zeno who seemed to be more and more anxious. He looked at the White and Blue Dragons, walking just ahead of him, and caught Kija's eye before he turned away, obviously caught eavesdropping.
"Do you feel something, Shin-ah?" Kija asked, turning away from the conversation going on behind him.
"…Yes."
"What is it?" Kija asked, concerned. But the Blue Dragon just shook his head and reached to his shoulder to pet Ao absently. Staring at his brother, Kija noticed that his muscles were tense, as were his own. He thought he could see more color in the pale cheeks under the mask than he was used to, and he wondered if his brother was feeling hot the way he was, despite the chill of the season.
At this point, he began to notice how hot he felt, and how his heart was beating faster than usual. They were walking quickly, but that alone was not enough to explain how his breathing was becoming more labored. He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself, trying to imagine the gentle face that Yona made when she comforted him, as this always helped him calm down.
But when he tried to picture Yona's sweet face, his mind showed him a different picture.
In his mind, Yona was looking at him with the same gentle smile, but her face was flushed and her hair was tousled. Her lips were red and her eyes were glassy as she whispered his name. His own eyes began to glaze over, and before he realized it he began to bite his lip. The sensation roused him from is fantasy and he gave himself a little shake. He had long known that his feelings for Yona were more than just those of a loyal servant, but it was improper to entertain such lewd thoughts, and he strove to maintain his purity.
His brows furrowed, and he looked around at his brothers to see if anyone had noticed his bout of lust. He was startled to see that all of their eyes (except Shin-ah's, which he could not see) were glassy, and all their faces seemed flushed. He met Jae-ha's eyes for a second time, and they shared a look of understanding and fear before Kija turned around sharply in embarrassment.
From behind them, Yona made a sound like a whimper in her sleep, and the heat that filled Kija's veins increased. All of their shoulders tensed up at the sound.
It was like a cloud had descended upon the four of them, warm and heavy and sickly sweet. Kija tried not to repeat the sound of that whimper in his head, and tried not to imagine making her make that noise over and over again with kisses and touches and licks…
"Oi, princess!" Hak's voice jolted Kija from his reverie.
"Hak will surely die if he has to carry you any further. You will have to walk on your own now, princess." Hak teased.
"Oh, sorry. I must have fallen asleep. Of course, I can walk!" She said, flustered.
The cloud that surrounded Kija seemed to thin out, and he was able to walk the rest of the day without losing himself to his fantasies again, but his heart rate never fully slowed.
Kija and Jae-ha exchanged a look of confusion and apprehension. They looked and Zeno, and found him staring at the path before him, brows furrowed, before an accepting smile took over his face.
Kija and Jae-ha looked to each other again, and both of their frowns deepened.
"It can't be helped," Yun muttered to the group when they decided to stop for the night. "It may be spring, but the nights are still cold – we won't make much progress in the dark. Also, we might as well stay in this part of the country, where hot springs are common, until the weather gets warmer."
"Are there other hot springs around, other than the one Zeno found?" Kija asked.
"Oh, yes," said Yun, pulling out the map. "If we continue along our route at this pace, we should stay in this valley for another four days or so. Once we reach the foothills of the next mountain range, the hot springs will be behind us, but this valley is full of them, see?"
"That's so interesting!" Yona admired, bringing a slight blush to Yun's cheeks. "And do you know where all the springs are?"
"The map isn't detailed enough to show locations for all of the hot springs, but it shows that they are plentiful in this area. I expect that we'll stumble across some while we're hunting and foraging along our route. Maybe Shin-ah can scout some out for us?" Yun turned towards the Blue Dragon, who gave an enthusiastic nod before turning away to search.
"Shin-ah hates the cold, so he must like the hot springs. I'm sure he'll find some more for us!" Kija said, excitedly.
"There," said Shin-ah, pointing to the east of the camp. "Two miles."
"Wonderful!" Said Yona, with a huge yawn. Hak had just finished setting up the tent, and she trudged toward it, "I'm sorry, but I'm going to take a small rest before dinner. Please excuse me." Her head had barely hit the pillow when she was out like a light.
Outside the tent, Jae-ha spoke up, "Oh, Shin-ah! Perhaps you could show me where that hot spring is? Our bath this morning was so lovely, I can't wait to enjoy another. Zeno, Kija, would you care to come with me?"
"Hey, you lazy dragons, don't just leave me here to prepare everything on my own! We still need firewood for me to cook dinner!"
"Hak can take care of that, can't you Thunder Beast?" Jae-ha called, already dragging Zeno and Shin-ah away from the camp. "Maybe you could hunt something for us while you're at it?"
"Fine, fine." Hak grumbled, taking off in the other direction.
What is going on with those dragons? Hak and Yun thought to themselves, before returning to their appointed tasks.
"Zeno, I think you have some more to explain." Jae-ha said quietly, trying to contain his annoyance. They had just made it out of earshot of the camp when Jae-ha spun Zeno around to face him and the other dragons.
"Yes! What on Earth was that?!" Kija whined, hands in his hair, and face bright red.
Smiling bashfully Zeno sighed, "Well… Zeno did tell you that the little miss was awakening…" He gave an embarrassed chuckle.
"What, you mean like a sexual awakening?" Jae-ha asked, dumbfounded. Kija spluttered, and Shin-ah blushed under his mask.
"But- But- why did I…I…" Kija stuttered.
"Zeno told you that the bond was deep, and some feelings are shared. Zeno tried to warn you…"
"Is it going to keep on like this forever?" Kija asked, aghast.
"No, no." Said Zeno.
"Oh, thank goodness-"
"It's going to get much stronger." Zeno finished, and the other dragon warriors paled.
"…worse?" Shin-ah asked, quietly.
Zeno nodded with a wry smile. "The little miss is still awakening. When the Red Dragon is fully awake, it will be much stronger than this."
"But why?" Kija moaned.
Zeno shrugged. "Who knows? Why does the Green Dragon have such powerful legs? Why do the Blue Dragon's eyes paralyze their victims and their wielders? The Red Dragon is the dragon of fire. Who knows why its passion is shared with the other dragons."
"Wait – wait, what we are feeling is her passion? Innocent little Yona dear's?" Jae-ha asked with an incredulous smile.
"Yes, and no. The dragon warriors will be able to feel the Red Dragon's passion, but their passion for her will be awakened as well. Once her fire is lit, the dragons will all burn with it. Zeno remembers… the feeling is strange, but it is strong. And comforting, at times." Zeno reminisced with a small, crooked smile.
A pensive silence fell on the group.
"…should we tell her?" Shin-ah inquired.
"Of course!" Said Zeno.
"Of course not!" Said Kija.
Jae-ha and Shin-ah looked between the two, wondering.
"Perhaps, not yet?" Jae-ha suggested. "Let's wait and see how this turns out. If it's like what we experienced today, I see no need to inform Yona dear. She'd only fret – and handling a bit of lust is simply part of being a man, isn't it?" Jae-ha teased with a smile.
Zeno shook his head with a wry smile. "It will only get stronger, but Zeno will wait to tell the little miss, if that is what the other dragons want."
Kija nodded vigorously and Shin-ah gave a shrug.
"Then it's settled," Jae-ha concluded. With that, they turned back towards the camp.
"Yona dear, you really are growing into a beautiful woman." Jae-ha crooned, letting his coat fall to the floor.
Yona was sitting on the edge of a huge luxurious bed. Jaeha stalked towards her, and the look in his eyes and the confidence in his stride made her breath hitch in her throat. Closing the gap between them, he bent and kissed her sensuously, one hand stroking her cheek, and the other tangling itself in the hair at the nape of her neck. His lips were smooth, and he moved them expertly, his tongue lightly tracing her own, coaxing them to open to him. Her hands moved to his chest, seemingly of their own accord, but when she pushed on him he pulled back gently, allowing her space to breathe.
"What are you doing?" She gasped, staring into his eyes, still only inches from her own. Her heart was racing, and that strange feeling was growing inside her again.
"You know what he's doing, princess." Hak said huskily from her left. He sat on the bed beside her, resting one hand on her thigh, just above her knee, and running the other up and down her spine. He kissed her shoulder as Jaeha claimed her lips again. "You've known for a while now." He said darkly, punctuating each word with a kiss. His left hand drew little circles on the soft flesh of her thigh, pushing her robe higher and higher.
She felt a new, warm hand on her right shoulder, and knew it was Shin-ah. She turned to look at him and Jaeha began attacking her neck and collarbone, pulling her gown open to reveal the top of her chest and peppering it with kisses.
Shin-ah's beautiful eyes met hers, and they were filled with adoration. He bit his lip shyly, seeming to steel himself before lunging forward to claim her lips. The kiss was earnest and warm, and when he pulled back, he stared at her again with a small smile, a fire burning in his gorgeous eyes.
Jaeha had finally freed her breasts from her gown, and his mouth descended on her nipple. She cried out at the sensation, and the heat in her belly grew and grew.
"You know what this is." Hak whispered, touching her now exposed back with his right hand, and grasping her thigh firmly with his left. He took her earlobe in his teeth, flicking his tongue over the soft flesh before growling in her ear, "You know what this means. Stop pretending. Stop lying to yourself."
Jae-ha's lips and tongue on her nipple had her gasping for breath. Shin-ah settled in on her right, reclaimed her mouth, starting a sweet dance of tongues that had her head swimming. No longer able to reach her ear, Hak began biting and sucking on her neck and shoulder, sliding his hand higher and higher up her thigh, towards the source of the heat that was threatening to consume her.
Suddenly, Kija sat on the bed behind her and began kissing the back of her neck and sliding his left hand down that back of her dress, teasing the sensitive flesh at the small of her back. He whispered in her ear, "It's time princess."
Jaeha drew his thumb over one nipple, massaging the soft mound of her breast around it, while his tongue and lips flicked over the other, making her tremble. The rhythmic movements of Shin-ah's lips left her gasping for breath, and he dusted her face with kisses of adoration when she needed to breathe.
"Say it." Hak demanded, as his hand slid into the crook of her hips and thighs, not quite touching the source of her heat.
"Admit that you know what this feeling is," Kija coaxed her from behind.
"Say it." Shin-ah said in a breathy whisper.
"Say it, Yona dear," Jea-ha cooed seductively into her chest.
Hak's hand ghosted over the source of the feeling and she ached for him to touch it. She realized she couldn't keep lying to herself. She knew what she wanted. She needed it too badly to keep pretending.
"Yes!" She gasped. "I know, please! Please, give me more!"
Hak groaned appreciatively as he ran a long finger over her soaking wet heat. His thumb moved to her clit and began rubbing it gently. She cried out in pleasure, desire, and passion: the burning feeling that she had been denying for so long.
Jaeha's tongue moved faster and he began sucking, rolling, and pinching her nipples wildly. She twitched and gasped in pleasure, moaning into Shin-ah's mouth as he kissed her. Kija's tongue darted around her ear, and his hot breath sent electricity shooting down her spine.
She was feeling so much pleasure at once, her mind was a hot white blur.
Hak's thumb moved faster and her chest heaved with her labored breathing. He slipped a finger inside her and she moaned loudly, her thighs squeezing around his hand. Kija bit her neck just as Hak's finger curled to hit her sensitive spot and she cried out, hips bucking involuntarily. The fire burned higher and hotter inside her. She was burning, and soon she felt she would be burnt up.
"Ah, ah aaah!" She gasped and moaned around Shin-ah's kisses, keening a higher and higher pitch as the tension inside her built.
"It's time," Shin-ah whispered sensually into her lips.
"Yes," She whispered back.
Hak moved his thumb faster and faster and she bucked her hips into his hand. "It's time, princess." He rasped, and her moaning got louder.
She squeezed her eyes shut as the pleasure overwhelmed her like a crashing wave. "It's time to wake up," Kija and Jaeha whispered together, just as the flames exploded inside her, sending shockwaves out through her limbs.
"Yes!" She screamed, and her muscles clamped down hard on Hak's finger, and she writhed against the bodies of her lovers.
When she calmed and could breathe again, she was lying back on the bed, with her lovers strewn around her, staring at her with love and contentment in their eyes. Kija held her right hand, Shin-ah and Jae-ha lounged around her legs, and Hak held her left hand. She sighed and lay her head down, and realized that her head was cradled in someone's lap. She tilted her head back to see Zeno staring down at her with the same look of love and devotion she saw all around her.
"It's finally time," He whispered sweetly, "for the Red Dragon to wake up."
Yona opened her eyes with a start and stared at the roof of the tent.
