Page 21 of Connor and the Dragons

“You can do anything you like, including fuck me,” Oallian said cheerfully. “Though I’m not sure I like the sound of a cock cage.”

I smirked at him and cupped his cock in my hand, biting back a groan at the silky warmth of him. I didn’t like having his cock in my hand, did I?

“This is just practical,” I muttered. Then I tapped the ice cube against the tip of his cock, and he whimpered, reaching out his hand to steady himself on my shoulder. His hand was warm and large and made me think about what it would feel like to be held in his embrace, but the erection finally subsided. I wrapped the three straps around him, snug enough that he couldn’t get hard without pain, but loose enough to keep him comfortable, winding the final loop around his heavy balls.

This was more than I’d ever touched a cock that was not my own, and surprisingly, I didn’t hate it.

He gasped softly, then frowned. “I think this will fall off when I’m a dragon.”

“But will it work for long enough to transform?” I asked.

And before I’d finished speaking, he was a dragon again, and the makeshift cock cage was on the ground, empty. Kessrin picked it up, turning it over in his hand. “I think this could be useful.”

In a blink, Oallian was human again, sporting the same boner, and we had to go through the whole process again. “Sorry, sorry,” Oallian muttered. “It was just sexy to think about you owning my cock and keeping it in a cage.”

“Can you instead think about what the ice felt like?” Kessrin asked. “Perhaps, I can keep icing your, er, nether regions, as we fly.”

Oallian snickered. “Nether regions. Now there’s an unsexy term.”

“Exactly,” I said. “Think unsexy.”

This time, the transformation stuck, and within minutes, we were back in the air. The flight was different under Kessrin. Smoother and more steady. Every wingbeat landed exactly where the last one had. I sat with my back against the wicker, blankets over my lap, reading. And when it got too dark to read, I watched the first stars come out, and let the day catch up with me, the fall, the rope, the catch. Above me, Kessrin’s scales glinted in the moonlight, and watching his long body ripple with each stroke of his wings slowed my own breathing.

Soon enough, we were descending.

The headland was all wind-bent grass and the sound of surf somewhere below, no lights, no roads, exactly as promised. The dragons transformed and dug through the supply basket by feel, and there was a long comic interlude of two ancient beings getting dressed in the dark, Kessrin methodically, Oallian putting his shirt on backward twice, yawning the whole time.

We raised the tent, and I looked at the size of it and realized that sleep was likely to involve cuddling.

I didn’t hate that idea. But only because Oallian, who started snoring almost immediately, was so very very warm. Kessrin remained stiff for a good ten minutes before I reached for him, wrapping an arm around his waist and pulling him closer.

“You okay?” I asked.

“Why do you keep asking me that? I’m one of the most powerful creatures in all the kingdoms.”

Still, he shifted closer, and I settled an arm around him, wondering whether the way I could reach Oallian meant I could reach Kessrin too. His ass fit so perfectly against my hips that it seemed to be made for that spot, and I closed my eyes, surrounded by my two dragons, and found sleep.

CHAPTER 9: OALLIAN

The trouble started at the edge of Limin City. There was a pasture there, tucked against the city wall, with a little fence holding a flock of fat gray sheep. The urge to crunch one of them arrived in my jaw before I had even properly looked at them. My skin prickled. The edges of my hands went uncertain. Vyranthos was awake, and he was interested in breakfast, and he did not care that we were forty paces from a city full of people who would likely try to kill us if we showed our true form.

“Vyranthos is awake,” I whispered, as if whispering might stop the dragon inside me from hearing me.

Connor took one look at me, took my elbow, and steered me to an alley just past the sheep, between the city wall and an outbuilding of some sort.

“Kess, watch the street,” he said, and I still couldn’t quite believe that the ice dragon was allowing himself to be nicknamed. Ice dragons were not the sort of people you gave nicknames to.

Kessrin nodded and took up a post at the corner of the building with his hood up and his arms crossed. He looked like a man trying to look casual, and it was the posture that gave him away. Kessrin did not know how to slouch.

Connor got my attention by unlacing my trousers.

“What are you doing?”

He looked down at my cock with all the romance of a farrier checking a hoof. “You need to think of sex to keep the dragon at bay, correct?”

“Well, yes. Do you think you’ll start being sexy anytime soon, or do you think you’ll just keep examining my cock like you’re a man of science and it’s a particularly odd specimen?”

Connor laughed, which was a little sexy, then pulled the straps he’d bound me in out of his pocket. My breath went ragged and the sheep stopped existing entirely. “You like this, hmm?”