The Dragons' Bathhouse: A Reverse Harem Enemies-to-Lovers Soulmate Romance

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Keegan

He was lost to the lust.

Occasionally Keegan would resurface from the fire and clarity would fill his dazed mind. He hated those moments of understanding, hated it when he resurfaced from the soul fire-induced haze and could think for himself. Because when Keegan could think, his heart could feel and it hurt. It hurt more than the physical need to take his soulmate. It was an empty hole in his chest that would never fill.

It made him wish he were dead.

The desire was painful, a physical need that ebbed into his mind and swirled with his sorrow. His regret would slam into him like a truck to his body and he would sob to his memories of her. To what he did to her, to what had become of her, and to the tears that dripped down her pretty cheeks.

He thought of her life in another's arms, to her happiness, to her recovery. But the idea of her pretty little pussy fluttering around another man's cock, her thighs spreading to give him greater access, her sweet soft body for another's touch and her lips locked with a stranger's...It was maddening. It infuriated him, it horrified him. It made his heart feel as if it were spilling out of his chest, bloodied liquid blended into a mess of rotting flesh.

It made him vomit until there was nothing to expel from his stomach except saliva and bile. It made him sick with his worry, and it made the fire in his chest thrash and roar. It made everything hurt a lot more, the swell of his constantly aroused cocks and the burn of heat in his chest.

At first, it was just his heart and his cocks that pained him, but as time passed his body began to ache from the constant strain. The seconds that passed seemed like hours. The days like years. His body began to weaken and he would collapse, blacking out far too many times for it to be healthy. Keegan believed that they would be strong enough to withstand the need, but it appeared that they would not last for long.

They were dying.

Death would be mercy granted to the tortured. He had cried bitterly then, his drowsy eyes locked upon his twin who cried just as much as he did. He was sorry for his brother, and he wanted nothing more than to spare Kaizel from the pain. But Keegan could do nothing in his weakened state, his magic useless in his lust.

He must have blacked out to the monster within him, lost himself to his lust. Because when his eyes cracked open again, it was to the sight of magicians kneeling by his side. They never managed to stay for long, for his ice would burn their skin, but they tried their best to heal him. They would switch out the bedding beneath his skin, force pills down his throat. When he couldn't keep those pills down, vomiting them out the instant they left they injected liquid into his veins in an attempt to keep up his strength.

Their efforts kept him and his brother alive, but the insanity only grew stronger, and he struggled to swim to the surface of his mind in his sea of desire. He believed he saw his mother stroking his hair, maybe even his father holding his brother down as a court magician worked to heal his back. It was all so hazy and confusing, and Keegan wondered if they were just part of the hallucinations he had of his Eden.

His Eden.

Sometimes she would stand before him, coaxing him to break the chains, a sweet smile on her soft, pink lips. Sometimes she sat at the mouth of the cave, watching and singing softly, a gentle sound that drove him mad with need. Other times, she lay pressed against his skin watching him with her wide pretty eyes, dark eyes. Eyes that she should have, but because of his mistakes she now did not.

Those eyes told him that the Eden by his side was just a dream, and she was not there with him.

He blinked, squinting at the sudden burst of magic in the distance, and his nostrils flared as the most delicious scent he had ever smelled in the world flooded the cave. It made his swollen cocks grow even harder, and his body stiffened as his muscles flexed into fight-or-flight mode. He didn't care about the pain, didn't care that his muscles protested when he moved to a squat as he took huge gulps of the smell. The scent only grew stronger and his mouth watered, his hips bucking against the velvet and pillows placed under his frame.

He needed to get to it, his mind begged. Get to the smell. He tugged at the chains, roaring through a ragged voice as he bucked. Why were they there? What was stopping him? He struggled until the chains bit into his wrist, fire heating up his cooling skin, a burn of heat to his ice. It hurt him, his dripping cocks, the metal digging into his skin and his throbbing heart. He sobbed, collapsing onto the bed as he rubbed his body against the fabric needing the release.

Then she appeared before him. A figment of his imagination that was more realistic and more delicious than any other hallucinations that he had ever had. He was crying, his weakened body tugging against the chains despite the spells that weighed heavy against his chest, despite the needles of pain that pierced deeper into his skin whenever he tried to inch forward.

He needed her. He needed her to end his pain. He needed her to save his soul. The fire roared anew, blazing from a low flame to an inferno that curled and soared. He was lost in the heat of his soul and as she drew closer the insanity only grew. And Keegan knew nothing but the animalistic need, the pleasure that was limitless and never-ending despite the pain, the bliss that consumed his head until he could think of nothing but his cocks.

"God," she was murmuring, her voice so broken and sad that pain pinged in his heart. A dull echo that he forgot as soon as it came. "Keegan, Kaizel..." she whispered moving closer and his twin pulled at his own chains, the loud clang of metal shocking her. She stumbled back surprised and Keegan roared, outraged.

Keegan snapped at his brother, snarling with his teeth as he tried to bite at the younger. His mind was that of an animal, of a predator, the leader in their pack. The bigger animal in the team. He snarled at his twin for disturbing their mate, for scaring her off, for making her go. And then he stopped as the scent of soft rain and wet tea-leaves spewed in the air. It masked her delicious scent, making him whimper just a little. He didn't like that scent on her and so he purred, letting the vibrations roll out of his throat to coax her to come to him.

It worked because she stood before him in seconds and he froze. His eye widened as it combed madly over her skin, over her sweet soft beauty, over the clothes that hid her nudity from him. It darted to her eyes, the mismatched blue and red and he knew that she was real then. But how did he know? Keegan didn't care about the specifics as he continued to watch her. She knelt touching his face, and the moment her fingers brushed over his cheeks, he moved.

He was on her in seconds, ripping her clothes apart and tearing it away to reveal the puffy pink nipples and her sweet creamy skin. He hated the fabric on her and so he ripped it apart. He held her down then, and just the sight of her body almost made him cum. Her dark curly hair spread across the sheets, her sweet creamy flesh, so ripe and so sweet for him. The puffy buds of her nipples that he was sure he could turn erect and hard, the sweet little curls above her cunt and the concealed hood of her clit. She was perfect, perfect and he trembled at the sight, so aroused that he almost took her then and there.

But the fire told him that he needed her to cum.

His cock was jerking spurts of his need over her skin, the pearlescent essence thicker and more abundant than any other release. He dipped down, swiping his tongue over his ejaculate and tasting himself on her skin. Salt and sweetness, him and her. The fire burned in response to hers, meeting her soul such that the gold that flowed within them sparked and ignited into bursts of colours in his chest.

And the fire begged.