Page 34 of Connor and the Dragons

Connor shook out the cloak, silver and shining, cut to hang open down the middle so that Kessrin’s bare chest showed through, the hard lines of his muscles framed in finely woven cloth. Connor arranged the drape across his shoulders, smoothed it flat with both palms, and lifted the hood up over Kessrin’s silver hair with gentle care.

“Keep it far enough back to show your face, but make sure your ears stay covered,” Connor said, tucking the hood forward.

“They are not so noticeable,” Kessrin said.

“They’re pointed, sweetheart, and they’re attached to all of this.” Connor gestured at the entirety of him. “People are going to stare at you no matter what we do. I’d rather they stare at your chest and not your ears. The ears will make them wonder what sort of magical creature you are.”

“So will his beauty,” I muttered. “What sort of human looks like that?”

“More reason for the hood,” Connor said.

“What about my ears?”

Connor glanced back at me, then reached out and fluffed my dark curls. “Yours aren’t quite as pointy, and they’re well hidden under your hair.”

He was correct. Kessrin’s ears stood out against his silver hair, which tended to tuck back behind them, like they had been made to be looked at. Everything about him had been made to be looked at. My imagination dropped back down to his cock.

Connor cupped Kessrin’s face in both hands and kissed him, soft and unhurried, on the lips.

“There,” he said. “That’s what you are today. You’re the consort. The cherished one. You sit at my side, you get touched like something precious, and everyone who sees you aches a little for your beauty. Understood?”

“It’s only practical,” Kessrin whispered, cheeks pink, which I was starting to suspect was his way of saying yes.

“And me?” I asked, from my chair, with what I felt was very good patience. Both knees were bouncing now, but one could not control one’s knees. They had minds of their own.

“You,” Connor said, turning, and the look he ran down my body made the straps on my cock tighten all on their own. “You’re the pet. The filthy one. The one they look at and think, that wizard doesn’t just have wealth, he has appetites. He is powerful enough to control two things of beauty, and they are utterly devoted to him, in different ways.”

“I am extremely into this dynamic,” I said. “As the pet, I get to serve the consort too, is that correct? I mean, just in case he happens to get hard before we need to leave and needs a mouth to relieve himself in.”

Kessrin blinked, going even pinker. “I will be fine.”

“Just saying.”

Connor’s eyes were twinkling as he pulled me to my feet, leaned in, and whispered, “If you are a very good boy, you can have a mouth full of his cum very soon.”

I tried not to bounce, really I did, but come on. A dragon only has so much self-control. Then he stripped off my robe and pulled out the leather, and I went completely still. He checked my makeshift cock cage to make sure there was no chafing, then buckled the loincloth around my hips. It was soft worked leather that covered the essentials and nothing else, a sure sign that I was built to be fucked and that was my only job. And I wanted people to think that.

He worked the chest harness next, buckling it strap by strap, circling me, cinching each one, and testing the fit with two fingers slid flat under the leather. Every buckle he closed felt like it was sealing his ownership of me, and my cock tried valiantly to harden in its leather restraints.

Last, he clipped the leash to the ring at the center of my chest, and the small click of it rang through my whole body.

“There’s my good boy,” he said, and wrapped the leash once around his fist, then pulled my lips to his in a warm, rough kiss. “Be good, and you’ll have your treat.”

“What treat?” Kessrin asked in the voice of a jealous sibling who also wanted a treat.

“Your cum,” I said, spinning in front of the mirror to check how my butt looked in a loincloth. Quite nice, if I do say so myself. “I assume that will be a treat for you, too, what with the orgasm and all.”

Kessrin made the cutest little eep sound as he stepped over to stand next to me and watch Connor get into costume.

Connor had a simple outfit made of luxurious fabrics, black trousers and glossy black boots, paired with a crisp white shirt and a gray wizard’s cloak, shot through with threads of silver that looked a bit like frost. We’d picked it because it seemed like a nice nod to his supposed abilities. He stood there frowning at his own sleeves. “I look a little ridiculous.”

“You look drop-dead gorgeous,” I said.

“And powerful,” Kessrin added. “You look like a man who owns beautiful things.”

“Flattery noted from both of my dragons. I don’t hate that.” Connor picked up the pendant from the nightstand and hung it around his neck, a milky teardrop of a stone on a copper chain that had cost four coppers because it did nothing at all. “One more drill before we go. Kess, watch my hand, not my mouth. I’ll say the word and touch the stone.”

He raised the pendant and said some gibberish in Liminian that sounded like a spell to me. Nothing happened.