I poured some of the oil onto my fingers, surprised by its warm, almost tingling sensation. It smelled faintly of something exotic I couldn't place. Taking a deep breath, I reached between my legs, circling my hole with one slick finger.
“Oh,” the dragon said. “I almost forgot.”
He leaned over me, his massive body radiating heat. My breath caught in my throat, the idea of his body on top of me going straight to my cock.
“You like that, huh?” he grinned, fishing for something under one of the pillows. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
When he sat back on his knees, he held up a shining gold ring.
“A cock ring?” I scoffed. “What? Can’t keep it up?”
My sass didn’t phase him. “You lash out when you’re feeling vulnerable. We’ll need to work on that.” He reached down between my legs, grabbing my cock and balls. “This ring is for you actually.” He slipped it on gently, making sure not to squish anything in the process. “It’s a magical ring.”
“Magical?” That didn’t sound real. Then again, a couple decades ago, neither were monsters. “What does it do?”
“Once I activate it likethis,” he said, pressing a small green gem set into the top of it. There was a small click and a pleasanthum around my manhood. “You won’t be able to cum from touching yourself.”
“W-Wait…What?!” I pulled at it. “Take it off!”
“Oh, it won’t come off,” Azurel grinned, sharp rows of teeth glistening in the dim light. “Not until you cum from me fucking you.”
"W-What?!" I spluttered, yanking harder at the gold ring. It didn't budge, remaining snug around the base of my cock and balls. "That's not—you can't just?—"
"I can, and I have," Azurel replied calmly. "Consider it motivation. If you want to cum tonight, you'll have to experience pleasure the way your partners do. From penetration."
My face burned with humiliation and anger. This wasn't how this was supposed to go. I was Lance, for fuck's sake. I didn't get cockblocked by magical jewelry.
"This is bullshit," I growled, still tugging at the ring. "Take it off right now."
"Or what?" Azurel asked, his amber eyes glittering with amusement. "You'll leave? Go ahead. But you'll be leaving with that ring still on. And trust me, after a few days of not being able to get off no matter how hard you try, you'll come crawling back, begging me to fuck you."
I stopped pulling at the ring, my mind racing. Was he bluffing? Could he really prevent me from cumming indefinitely? The thought made my stomach twist with dread.
"Fine," I muttered, letting my hands fall to my sides. I knew when I was beat. "Let's just get this over with."
"That's not the attitude I'm looking for," Azurel said, shaking his head. "If you rush through this, you'll learn nothing. And I'll know if you're not fully present."
I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. "What do you want from me?"
"I want you to continue preparing yourself," he said, gesturing to my abandoned task. "And I want you to pay attention to how it feels. Not just physically, but emotionally."
Gritting my teeth, I reached between my legs again, circling my hole with slick fingers. I'd done this to countless men, but doing it to myself felt completely different. I was… vulnerable.Exposed.
"That's it," Azurel encouraged, his voice dropping to a softer register. "Take your time."
I pressed one finger against my entrance, wincing slightly as the tip breached the tight ring of muscle. It felt... strange. Not painful exactly, but foreign.
"Breathe," Azurel instructed. "Your body will resist if you're tense."
I hadn't even realized I was holding my breath. I exhaled slowly, forcing myself to relax as I pushed my finger deeper inside.
"How many fingers do you usually use on your partners before you fuck them?" Azurel asked, watching me intently.
"Two," I admitted. "Sometimes three if they're tight."
"And how long do you spend on preparation?"
I shrugged. "I don't know. A minute? Two?"
