But a lifetime at Evander’s beck and call, going wherever he directed, slipping between the sheets of whichever bed he pointed me toward, had prepared me for a moment just like this.
“If I could make myself useful to you, would that earn a measure of mercy?” I reached to my shoulders for the leather straps that kept my armor in place.
“What are you doing?” the first dragon demanded, his bright eyes narrowed as I released my chest plate. It hit the ground with a hollow sound.
“I don’t suppose you have anyone you’d like me to fight for you?” I asked.
The sandy-haired dragon scowled. “Who would we have you harm?”
I shrugged. “No one that I can imagine, if you were honest at Castle Merrick, but I only have a few resources to offer you.”
All four dragons stared at me, confused and frowning.
“There’s my sword arm,” I elaborated, “but if that’s no use, I’m afraid I’ve lost my friends’ favor, so... all that’s left to offer you is me.”
With my armor gone, I pulled my linen tunic over my head. All my life, I’d eaten well, trained hard. I was handsome enough to stay their fury.
“You mean your body,” the first dragon said.
I bit my lip. “That’s the idea.”
“Absolutely not,” he said.
The sandy-haired one’s nose flared. “What? I mean, if he’soffering?—”
The first dragon’s face scrunched up. “We’d hold him captive, and you want to fuck him?”
”Well—” The sandy-haired dragon glanced at me, and I grinned. I thought I’d found my ally.
“Does it help that I’d welcome it?” If my smile turned coy as I swayed toward him, I was fighting for my life, only not the way I’d been trained to. “Though you’re quite the specimen yourself. I’d have you both, and happily.”
The first dragon clenched his jaw, but he didn’t deign to respond to me. He looked at his brethren. “Do what you want. I’ll have no part in it.”
He stalked around the nearby fire. It wasn’t quite a village here, but the campfire looked like it’d been built long ago and used many times. There was a stone table nearby. It must be where they cooked.
He dropped onto a stone turned over in a makeshift seat, while the sandy-haired dragon offered his hand to me.
“If you’re sure,” he said, his brow pinched in the middle for a moment. He glanced across the fire at his grumpy friend, but he put up no further argument, so it was just down to me to convince him.
I smiled sweetly as I put my hand in his. I’d rather not die, and he was adragon. There were worse ways to go if I did.
He led me over to the table and pulled off his cloak, draping it over the stone to make the table a bit more comfortable for me.I undid my trousers and slid them down my hips before I bent over for him. I hoped they had oil, or at least were inclined to a bit of foreplay, but I didn’t expect what came next.
The dragon dropped to his knees behind me, and he ran his hands up from the backs of my knees to my ass, encouraging me to tip over farther.
He touched me, sneaking his hand between my thighs to weigh my cock and balls, rolling them in his hand.
“I’m impressed you didn’t piss yourself when you were snatched up,” the man behind me growled.
His breath fell warmly against the backs of my thighs, and the hair on my legs stood on end. I laughed weakly, turning my cheek against the tabletop to glance back at the dragon.
“I’ve always considered it would be a great victory to avoid soiling myself in death.”
“Well—” He leaned in. The bridge of his nose pressed between my cheeks and he inhaled so deep that a flush rushed up my neck. “I appreciate the effort.”
Apparently he did, because the next thing I felt was the warmth of a flat tongue against the backs of my balls. My hips jerked, and he dragged himself up, up, up across the sensitive skin behind them. No one had ever seemed quite so eager or so confident to get at me, but this dragon had no compunction whatsoever as he swirled his softened tongue around my pucker.
His slow, languorous ministrations had me melting before him, panting against the cloak and the rock tabletop beneath it.
