Page 29 of Connor and the Dragons

“Oh no, I’m, um. I’m warm inside.” Fuck, this was embarrassing. And arousing. And very confusing. I shuddered, my cock hard and twitching against my stomach.

“Oallian, come,” Connor said, and the fire dragon leapt eagerly to his feet and crossed to stand beside me, his heat radiating against my arm, warming my skin. “Let’s take that off. My beautiful Kess would like to play with your big cock.”

“Oh, yes please!” Oallian said. I wondered what it would be like to be so open with your feelings and desires. Because I wanted this, too, wanted to see where Connor was planning to take us. But I was too nervous to cheerfully announce that fact. Instead I took half a step closer to Oallian, letting his bare skin brush mine, letting his natural warmth soothe me and tame my magic as I watched Connor remove the makeshift cock cage.

“I never thought I’d have fun playing with a cock, but I love how responsive you are. It makes you quite easy to torture,” Connor said, teasing Oallian a little before unbuckling the first strap. Oallian held very still and watched him do it, his breath going shaky and unregulated. His cock swelled free of the leather in stages, massive and undeniably beautiful. And suddenly I was imagining it buried deep in the slick clench of my own hole as Connor stroked my cock and controlled my movements on top of Oallian.

I was in a great deal of trouble.

“Goodbye, little cage,” Oallian said tenderly as Connor set it aside. “I look forward to the next time.”

“Can you be allowed to come?” Connor asked him. “Do orgasms give Vyranthos control again? I want the rules before we start.”

“I can orgasm without ceding control. But not too often, I don’t think. It’s better if I’m in a state of wanting.” Oallian’s voice had gone shaky. “It keeps me in control of him. But dragons must fuck many times for reproduction, so it is not as though Vyranthos will have me the instant I orgasm. One will be fine. One will be very fine.”

“Perhaps one every few days, but no more?” Connor asked.

Oallian gasped softly. “Oh yes, that sounds delightful. Making me burn for it the way I am now.”

“Good,” Connor said, and turned to me, and I learned what the look on his face did to my knees. “On the bed, Kess. Hands and knees to start.”

I got onto the bed in front of both of them, crawling on all fours as I presented myself, shaking at the thought of what was about to happen. What I wanted to happen. Connor’s hand settled at the small of my back like something that had always belonged there.

“Oallian, be a good boy and lie beside us. Watch me prepare him,” Connor said.

“Can I help?” Oallian asked as he bounced onto the mattress.

“No. I’d like to explore this gorgeous body for a moment, be a good boy and just wait. No, no touching your cock.”

I looked over to see Oallian’s hand creeping lower. He let out a frustrated sound, but obeyed. And then Connor’s hands were on my body, warm and sure as he massaged my muscles, kissing a path down my spine.

“Such a gorgeous curve, but always so tense,” he murmured, digging his fingers into the meat of my ass and working the muscles until I relaxed, just a little. “Do you want his cock in you, beautiful?”

“Yes,” I whispered. “But you could just put it in now, I think I am wet enough.”

“Wet?”

“Dragons naturally lubricate when they are aroused.”

Connor’s hands slid into my crack and his fingers found my hole, tracing the sensitive pucker before forcing their way inside me. There was little resistance, I was slick and open and ready, because my body had been preparing for this for days. Every moment spent in confinement with them. Every suggestive comment from Oallian. It all made me wet for them.

Connor made a low sound of discovery that I would be hearing for the rest of my life. I spread my legs, arched my back, and made sure he had all the access he needed.

“Look how wet you are,” he said. “You are such a good boy. You’re already ready for him, aren’t you, sweetheart?”

“Yes,” I whispered. The praise hit me with a force I was in no way prepared for. It tore through every wall I had, one after another, as though they were drawn on paper, and my elbows nearly slid out from under me, and something stranger happened, which was that no frost rose at all. My skin was warming under his hands.

“You’re getting warmer,” he whispered.

My skin was normally cold enough that few dared touch me, but the cold was draining out of me like a held breath let go, and I did not want to explain it to him.

“Ice dragons warm when they feel safe and cared for,” Oallian said. “Or maybe also aroused.”

He had it wrong, it was the first, and only the first, but I didn’t want either one of them to know that, not yet. Because Connor’s fingers were inside me, and he was treating my body like a thing to be worshipped, working me open as praise spilled from his lips.

“You’re going to look so pretty sitting on that massive dragon cock, aren’t you?” he murmured as one finger became two and my body yielded to him, the stretch of two fingers and the drag of them pulling back out.

“This does not seem like it’s saving you from distraction, Sir,” I whispered, pressing back into his touch as his free hand roamed down to stroke my cock. The slow care was undoing me. I had expected to be taken efficiently, to be fucked raw and hard. I had not expected to be tended, to be held still and stroked slowly while my body shuddered beneath his skilled hands.