Azurel's expression darkened. "A minute? No wonder your performance was so lackluster. Your partners aren’t properly prepared.” He scooted forward on the bed, grabbing my ankles and pulling me closer so he was between my legs. “Let me show you how it should feel.”
I watched, heart racing, as Azurel gently pushed my hand away. His claws retracted, revealing surprisingly dexterous fingers beneath.
"Trust me," he said, his voice low and commanding. “I won’t hurt you.”
His scales felt smooth against my skin as he positioned my legs wider. I couldn't believe this was happening. Me, on my back, about to get fingered by a fucking dragon. If any of my clients could see me now...
"Focus," Azurel commanded, as if reading my thoughts. "Be present in your body."
I felt the cool press of more oil against my hole as he drizzled it directly onto me. Then his fingers were there, circling slowly, applying gentle pressure without pushing in.
"This," he said, "is how preparation begins. Not with invasion, but with invitation."
His touch was maddening, coaxing my muscles to relax without me even trying. Despite my anger about the cock ring, I found myself pushing against his fingers, wanting more.
"Patience," he chided. "Another thing you lack."
Finally, he slipped one thick finger inside me, and I gasped. It felt different from my own. His was warmer, his movements more deliberate. He curved it slightly, searching, and then?—
"Holy fuck!" I arched off the bed as he found my prostate, sending a jolt of pleasure up my spine that made my cock jump.
"There we are," Azurel said, sounding pleased. "When was the last time you made one of your partners react like that?"
I couldn't answer. I was too busy trying to process the sensation as he continued to massage that spot with maddening precision.
"I—I don't—" I stammered, my hips moving of their own accord.
"You don't know," he finished for me. "Because you've never taken the time to learn their bodies. You think size is all that matters. But you don’t plant a garden with a jackhammer."
He added a second finger, stretching me slowly. The burn was there, but it mingled with pleasure in a way I hadn't expected.
"Fuck," I breathed, my cock now fully hard despite my earlier resistance.
"Tell me how it feels," he demanded, continuing his relentless attention to my prostate.
"Good," I admitted, the word dragged from me. "It feels...reallygood."
"Be specific," he pressed, adding more oil and a third finger. "What exactly feels good?"
I groaned as he spread his fingers, stretching me wider. "The pressure. The friction. The way you're touching that spot."
"That spot has a name," Azurel said. "Your prostate. Something you should be intimately familiar with if you're fucking men for a living."
I wanted to snap back at him, but he chose that moment to press harder, and whatever retort I had died in my throat, replaced by a moan I barely recognized as my own.
"Listen to yourself," he said, his amber eyes locked on mine. "That sound you’re making is something you should look for in others. You need to find their pleasure and…” He curled his finger, pressing against my prostate in a way that made me see stars. “Give them exactly what theyneed.”
His words and actions were sending me into sensory overload. I could barely process what he was saying through the waves of pleasure crashing through me. My cock strained against the magical ring, desperate for release that couldn't come.
"Christ," I gasped, my hips bucking involuntarily. "I get it, okay? I fucking get it."
"No," Azurel said firmly, withdrawing his fingers slowly. "You don't get it yet. But you will."
I felt suddenly empty, my body clenching around nothing. Before I could complain, I watched as Azurel looked down at his own body. I followed his gaze, wondering what he was lookingat. His fingers gently found a seam I hadn’t noticed before, and from it emerged not one but two thick, ridged cocks, side by side. They were a light sea-blue color, almost glowing in the dim light, covered in bumps and ridges that made my ass clench involuntarily.
"Holy shit," I breathed, my eyes widening. "You have two?"
"Dragons always have two," Azurel said with a smirk. "Bet you didn’t know that before you walked over here and tried to proposition me, did you?”
