Page 54 of Connor and the Dragons

“When Connor was sixteen he decided our sister Anne was too young to have a boyfriend, and then he worked out that she was keeping her diary in code. Little symbols. She invented the whole alphabet herself, she was very proud of it.” Sky took a bite. “He didn’t tell anybody. He took it up to his room for a week, and then he came back down and announced at dinner, in front of our parents, that the boyfriend’s name was Ryan Delgado.”

“She didn’t speak to me for a month,” I said.

“You were sixteen and you’d been vibrating the entire week. Mom thought you had a fever.” Sky pointed the pie at me. “He has not looked like that since. He looks like that right now.”

Moerrven leaned over to see what I was drawing, and did not comment, and did not stop looking either.

I put the pencil down. Then I picked it back up, because I was two columns from the end of decoding it.

“We need to have a contingency where you both are kept safe,” I said, setting the pencil down for real this time. “Where Sky is kept safe and so is his husband. For me.”

Kessrin took a shuddering breath and stared down at his lap for a long moment. “Very well. For you.”

Oallian said nothing, and Sky leaned over and whispered something in his ear. Something which made him give a curt nod, his eyes flashing with fire.

“Oallian,” I said.

He set his jaw and narrowed his eyes at me, and he did not look away first. For all of his joyful exuberance, this was a dangerous magical creature, and as much as I wanted to believe I had control over him, that was very much not the case.

CHAPTER 19: OALLIAN

Two evenings after Sky and Moerrven left for the baskets, Connor led both of us into the elite back rooms of the Liminal Order’s secret club. After our antics the first night, it was surprisingly easy. Maybe too easy. Someone clocked us the moment we entered the building, and led us through to the back area where I’d sucked Connor’s cock, then past that, through a secure guarded door.

Connor leaned in close as an attendant told us to make ourselves comfortable and wandered off. “If that’s what passes for security, I’m not sure we’re anywhere important.”

“There’s magic here,” Kessrin said quietly.

I agreed with that assessment. The hair on my arms always lifted when I was surrounded by people with true powers, and it was lifting now. These wizards here were no longer playacting humans in costume, they were real. And they were really busy fucking.

“I think I like this place,” I said. “They make every social occasion into a reason to have sex.”

Kessrin groaned, and I wrapped an arm around his waist, moving closer. He was cool to the touch again. The Queen should not have sent him on a mission that required subterfuge, his nature was far too anxious for it. But I was determined to protect him with everything in me. I did not want him to be good at being a spy. I liked our Kess just how he was: anxious and sometimes overbearing and completely adorable.

“So, where to?” Connor asked, giving my leash an affectionate tug. I looked around the room. To the left, there was a public bathhouse, with wide, welcoming pools and people doing all manner of unseemly things in the steamy water. To the right, there was a salon, tastefully appointed, with a circle of seated guests watching a show on a raised platform. A person hung from the ceiling, suspended by an intricate web of ropes as people lined up to fuck them, cocks already out.

“This is very exciting,” I said, not sure where to look. Even the people watching the scene were getting rather carried away.

“Eyes on me, sweetheart,” Connor said, tugging on my leash and leading me through the door before I got a chance to ask someone how one got himself tied up and dangled from the ceiling.

“But there’s so much to look at.” I shot him a pouty look, and he laughed. “Please, can I look a little? It’s only natural.”

I met his eyes for a long moment, to show him that I was a very obedient good boy.

He sighed. “Fine, you may look. But no asking for a turn.”

“I mean I only slightly want a turn.”

Connor shook his head, then tugged on my leash and led us through to a room where a naked man was being flogged over a bench by a woman dressed in leather. He had his hands wrapped around the legs of it and was counting out loud, and moaning between the counts. Every stroke put a fresh band of pink across his back. His cock was hard and dripping, and several members of the audience were getting rather heated as they watched.

It occurred to me that the leash and the tugging were how he made sure everyone in here knew who I belonged to. Or at least I hoped that was the case, because it made me feel all squirmy and happy inside. Nearby, a female pet in clothing not too different from my own was sucking her master’s cock, and it made my mouth water for another taste of Connor or Kessrin.

“He looks like he’s enjoying it,” I whispered, nodding my head toward the man on the bench.

Kessrin looked at me, with one eyebrow raised.

Connor smirked. “It would be fun to find out just how much our little slut enjoys pain. Especially if he continues to be so cheeky.”

My cheeks felt so hot I was afraid my fire was leaking out, and my cock strained against the cage, unable to get fully hard. “Cheeky gets me that. Noted.”