Page 47 of Connor and the Dragons

Oallian moaned like he was quite into that idea, gripped my ass, and thrust his tongue in deeper, this time before a worry could even form. Connor leaned forward and kissed me, murmuring praise against my lips as they held me between them, trapped in the warmth of their attention.

I fucking loved kissing him, the way he pressed into it, his tongue lashing against mine like he wanted to claim every inch of my mouth, like he wanted to match Oallian’s rhythm inside me.

They kept working me like that, holding me at the edge, until the thoughts stopped, not suppressed, simply gone, nothing left in the entire lit warm world but Oallian’s mouth and Connor’s hands and my own body strung shaking between them.

“Please,” I managed as Connor pulled back from the kiss.

He quirked his lips. “Please what?”

“I do not know. I just need… something. Oh fuck.”

“There he is,” Connor murmured. “There’s my Kess.” His hand stroked down my length, squeezing the tip as Oallian’s fingers joined his tongue, working me open, stretching me. I knew what he was preparing me for: the impossible girth of his dragon cock.

And I was ready. I needed it, needed to be filled, and the need ached low in my belly where I could not argue with it.

“Everything is going to be okay. I have you, and I intend to keep you warm.”

I could not say anything back. My language faculties kept misfiring, and what tore out of me instead were desperate, wild, incoherent sounds. Begging sounds. My skin was warm everywhere, and the cold was not pressing out from the well of magic deep inside me.

“Look at him,” Connor said to Oallian. “So fucking beautiful. Come here, sweetheart. He needs your cock now.”

They arranged me face down, on my hands and knees, back arched and ass in the air, and being positioned like that, displayed like that, produced no fear in me at all, only a low sweet hum of expectation. Oallian knelt behind me, and his hands closed on my hips with that careful strength, and he pushed into my slick hole in one long patient stroke that emptied my lungs, and while I was still gasping Connor knelt in front of me and tipped my chin up and bumped the head of his cock against my lips.

I sucked him in with a desperation I’d never admit anywhere. Because having their cocks in me was even better than having their tongues in me.

“Oallian is yours to use, Kess. Any time you need it. Understand? His cock, his mouth, it’s all to serve you.”

Oallian shivered against me in a way that made me realize those words were as much for him as me, and I pressed back into him, thanking him for the gift of his body as I sank deeper onto Connor’s cock, wanting to hold as much of him as I could.

I wasn’t as inexperienced as Oallian, but in all my long centuries, I had never once had a man in my mouth, and I enjoyed it enough to wonder why I’d never tried it before. He was heavy on my tongue and his hand cradled the back of my head, the same hand that had steadied me all evening.

Oallian bottomed out in my hole, and I whimpered, desperate to stuff Connor deeper, and surged forward.

He let out a soft sound, his fingers tightening in my hair. “Shh, sweetheart. I have you. Let me fuck that pretty mouth.”

And my mind went blissfully, mercifully blank. Oallian’s cock was huge, splitting me open, deeper each stroke. I grappled at the sheets, at Connor’s thighs, desperate for something to hold onto as they took me apart with raw animal urgency.

The stretch of Oallian in my hole was as heavy and perfect as it had been the first time, and at this angle, it was lighting nerves I didn’t know I had, filling me until there was no room in my body for anything that was not their cocks. Oallian’s strokes were forceful, rocking me forward onto Connor’s cock, then Connor eased me back, letting me gasp for breath before filling me once again.

My body shook as my orgasm, the one they’d stopped more times than I could count, drew close. And this time, no one stopped it. They didn’t touch my cock at all, and still the pressure rose. I dug my fingers into the blanket, using all of my strength to slam back into Oallian’s every thrust, to take Connor deeper.

“Good boy,” Connor breathed, above me, voice wrecked. “That’s it. Look at you. So good for us.” His thumb traced where my lips stretched around him. “Taking us both. So beautiful, Kess.”

I was serving them, and they were serving me, and I could not have said which I liked better.

Oallian grunted, a low burning sound, and his hips picked up their rhythm, and the sounds in the room were obscene and none of them were mine to manage, slick and rhythmic and wild.

“May I come in him, Sir?” Oallian gasped. “Does he need it yet?”

“Wait,” Connor gritted out, as if my mouth was unravelling his control. I tried the tongue thing Oallian had done to me, sliding and swirling and exploring his shape as his shaft fucked in and out of my mouth, and was rewarded with a delicious, gruff groan.

The orgasm was hot and wild, exploding from a place deep inside my core, as every muscle in my body tightened, then convulsed against them. My cock was almost secondary to the thick drag of Oallian over that spot inside me, and as my inner walls clamped down on him, my balls went tight and hot, and with a desperate shout around Connor’s cock, I spilled across my chest and stomach, and down onto the sheets.

I couldn’t let Connor go, sucking hard and desperate as my body convulsed between them, wave after wave of pleasure overtaking me in an orgasm that did not stop once my cock was emptied, because they were still inside me, still taking me, milking every last drop of cum from my body.

“Come, little slut. Fill him up. He wants your cum,” Connor ordered, breathless. Oallian made a low roaring sound deep in his chest and drove in and followed me, flooding me with heat as my body rocked back into his.

Connor pulled back, just a little, holding my jaw in place as he finished across my tongue with a groan he did not manage to keep quiet, letting me taste the flavor of him. And Oallian was right, it was better than pastries. I pressed forward, sucking his cock as it twitched, licking up every drop he was able to give me, until he made a rough sound and pulled back.