Page 55 of Connor and the Dragons

Connor leaned in. “Don’t worry, we can play any way you like. But right now, please warm Kess while I go speak to the staff and see if Harrowgate is here.”

I nodded, eager to please, and stepped closer to Kessrin, pulling the ice dragon back against my chest as we turned to watch the man get flogged. He shivered, then leaned into my heat as I ran my hands up and down his arms, dipping my head to whisper. “You can do that to me, if you like. I think it would feel quite delicious.”

A woman swept past with gold bracelets stacked from her wrist to her elbow, and Vyranthos surged up under my ribs with an appetite for all of it, and I pulled Kessrin closer, letting his slitted cloak shift open in the rear and rubbing my caged cock against the curve of his ass, focusing on the feel of his gorgeous body arching into mine. It was a perfect way to shut the dragon up.

Connor returned, shaking his head. “No luck, they won’t even speak except about what I want to order. I’m afraid asking questions will draw attention.”

“Perhaps they are all being mysterious to add to the atmosphere,” I said. “It is a very mysterious sort of place. There is a great deal of velvet.”

“Or nobody discusses members with strangers,” Kessrin said. “Because they are trained in discretion.”

I sighed, laying my hand flat against his bare stomach and making sure he stayed suitably warm. “That is much less fun. And probably more plausible.”

“They are looking at us,” Kessrin said, under his hood.

“That is because we are exceptionally handsome,” I said, running my hand lower to tease at the waistband of his trousers, where hard muscle met the finest silk, and I could feel the stutter in his breath. He didn’t bat me away, which probably meant he was exceedingly worried.

“But how do we get an invitation to House Harrowgate if we can’t even ask who he is?” Kessrin whispered.

Connor sighed. “If this family is one of the most prominent, surely we’ll encounter them at such a large event? We just have to keep trying.”

We worked our way room to room after that, until my legs were sore from standing, and my dick was sore from not being able to properly respond to the constant barrage of sensual entertainment. It seemed to be the custom of these rooms to pause to observe the acts happening on stage for a while before moving on, so wandering about without drawing attention to ourselves was slow progress and exceedingly kinky. I learned nothing about the Harrowgate family, but quite a bit about the ways pets like myself were given pleasure and pain. There were many, and some were quite creative. I was prepared to try all of them at least once.

There was a room where a man played a harp that may have been magical, because it gave me all kinds of ideas. Or perhaps the ideas were coming from the people fucking on every available surface. There was a dining room where on stage, a gorgeous woman and a handsome man were laid out side by side like a feast, with food across their nude bodies.

The whole thing was making me hungry as well as horny, and I was finding that wasn’t the most pleasing combination. I was just about to ask Connor if he would mind if I licked some chocolate mousse off of the man’s cock when a woman in wizard garb by the archway took her consort’s elbow.

“Hurry, Harrowgate is about to start his display,” she whispered.

Connor shot Kessrin a look, and Kessrin somehow managed to look even more worried as Connor led us through another room, following the couple.

This room looked like the final destination. It was bigger than the rest, with more seating and a more dramatic stage, and only one door in or out. A human knelt nude inside a ring of watchers with his wrists bound in front of him and a strip of black silk over his eyes. The wizard standing over him had his hands behind his back and kept them there. He was young, with light brown skin, dark hair, and broad shoulders. On a normal day, I might have thought him handsome, but on this day, I was standing next to Connor and Kessrin, and compared to them, everyone else looked quite ordinary.

Light spilled off the young wizard’s fingers, sliding slowly over the bound man’s skin as if he was waving a candle in front of the man, except it moved the way hands move, and you could see the light shifting his skin where it touched. It dragged slow across his chest and stopped at his throat and stayed there. The bound man arched up off his heels and let out a long groan that could have been pain or pleasure, and probably was both. His cock was rock hard, dripping pre-cum, and he began rutting up into the air, moaning as the demonstration continued, the light stroking every intimate part of him, to the brink of orgasm, to the point where he was begging his master for release.

The light encircled his cock, swirling and stroking in a play of color and touch that had the man writhing in ecstasy, and finally, after a little more teasing—not quite enough, if you ask me—he was allowed to come, his body bowing with the intensity of his release as cum splattered over his lean muscles.

“Orgasming from only a magical touch looks delightful,” I said.

Connor shot me a look, then pressed his lips to my ear. “Would you prefer I had his kind of magic, sweetheart?”

“Oh, no. Of course not! I love you both just as you are, Sir. You with your frost, and him with his—” I cleared my throat. “With his very nice ass,” I whispered back, and I winked at Kessrin, because I was getting extremely good at espionage.

Beside me, Kessrin stiffened. Connor’s hand went still on my leash for a moment, and then he looked back at the stage as though I had remarked on the weather.

The light went out. Harrowgate stepped back and somebody stepped forward and put a robe over the man on the floor, who was shaking and spent, cum streaked across his chest, cock softening between his legs.

Harrowgate turned, thanking the audience for their attention, and asking if perhaps anyone else would like to feel the touch of magic. Then his eyes skated past all of them and stopped on Kessrin. Which made complete sense to any person who had ever seen Kessrin, especially clothed like this.

But still, Kessrin went cool beside me, and I slipped a hand under his cloak, doing my best to warm him as the young wizard approached, navy blue robes swirling around him.

“Forgive me for approaching without introduction,” Harrowgate said. “It is just that your consort looked quite… fascinated. Does he respond to light touch?”

“I’m not certain.”

Harrowgate nodded, looking disappointed. “Ah. You do not have the gift, then?”

“No. I have focused my abilities elsewhere,” Connor said.