When I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, he gripped my ass and spread my cheeks apart. With his tongue flexed, he slipped the tip of it into me, and I whined.
Was this common for dragons? My breath came faster. I stood on my toes, spreading my legs wider. It felt nice.
“Do you like his tongue?” One of the others had wandered to my side. His cloak hung open around his erection, and he stared at me with sea-green eyes, biting his bottom lip.
I laughed breathily. “Yes, but I think I’ll like his cock better.”
Intent on proving me wrong, the dragon behind me sucked a finger into his mouth and then slipped it into my ass.
“Gareth, the oil?” the sandy-haired dragon asked before he dove back in, fucking me with his finger while he licked all around it.
A few moments later, I felt the cool drip of oil between my cheeks. While he worked his fingers in my hole, he bent to suck my sac into his mouth with softened lips. I jerked, and my cock twitched.
He pulled off my balls with a pop.
“You taken cock before?” he asked as he stood up.
He was fully naked, and his dick nudged the back of my thigh. I shivered.
“I have.”
“Good.”
His tip pressed against my hole, and he pushed it in slow, stretching me as he sank inside, inch by slow inch.
It was too much, too full. He’d licked me soft, but there was nothing like the stretch of a cock. I reminded myself to breathe, bracing my forearms on the table until he was fully seated.
“So warm,” he praised, sweeping his hand flat up my back. “You feel nice.”
“You’re one to talk,” I replied, rolling my hips. “But you don’t have to stay nice.”
He thrust, and my toes curled. I moaned, and the dragon let out a pleased little laugh.
He fucked me to the cadence of wet sounds, the squelch of him sinking inside fast and hard.
“Hurry up, Harri,” the dragon to my left begged. His cloak was hanging open, and his fist striped fast over his flushed cock. It was a deep pink, swollen and fat at the tip, the head glistening in the light of the setting sun. That bulbous head looked soft as a ripe peach, and I swallowed. My mouth was watering already.
I looked up at the dragon, and his jaw clenched. I couldn’t tell if he was angry, or merely focusing very hard.
“I could help you,” I offered.
The dragon beside me only frowned a moment, perhaps weighing whether or not to trust me. What man hadn’t fretted over teeth in such close proximity to his cock? By the time I licked my lips, it was over. The dragon clutched my jaw and pressed his tip against my lips.
I opened for him, holding his eye, and he was?—
Fuck, but he was clumsy and untried. He thrust his cock into my mouth, and the tip of it shoved into the soft palette at the back of my mouth. I choked as he thrust into my throat, gasping through my nose as my body jerked against the sudden panic that I was suffocating.
“Bran—” The blue-eyed dragon snapped from across the fire, his voice carrying a warning note.
“Sorry,” the dragon fucking my mouth rasped. He pulled back, and I coughed, gasping a couple deep breaths. His sea-green eyes swam with worry as he massaged the front of my throat. “Did I hurt you?”
With my eyes watering, I shook my head. “Try again.”
This time, I knew what I was in for, so I took a deep breath first. He went a little easier, and I relaxed my jaw for him.
“He likes that.” Harri’s voice came out strained as his hips slapped against my ass. “He’s clenching around me so hard.” A sudden crack, and a blossoming sting—it took a second to put together that the dragon had slapped my ass while he rode me. “They sure make humans tight, don’t they?”
He panted roughly. His fingers dug into my hips hard enough to bruise. He fucked me deep, his pace unrelenting—a blunt instrument, but he got the job done. He roared as he buried himself inside me, and I felt the rolling flex of his hips as instinct drove him to fuck his seed deeper and eke out a little more pleasure.
