Page 57 of Connor and the Dragons

As the audience applauded whatever Harrowgate had done to the moaning woman, Connor put two fingers under my collar and tugged me back.

“I’d like to state for the record that I’m truly disappointed not to finish this,” I said to Kessrin’s cock.

Connor laughed, and used the leash to pull me to my feet, then kissed me hard on the lips. “We have a show to put on, little slut. You can devour him later.”

Under Harrowgate’s instruction, we were arranged on the little platform, with Kessrin standing in the center, with his hood still on, but the cloak pulled back, and miles of gorgeous pale skin on full display. The man in gray fastened the cuffs around Kessrin’s wrists behind his back, taking his sweet time as if I wasn’t currently impatiently salivating for more cock.

“Kneel, pet,” Connor said, tugging on my leash.

This worked for me, because I was very close to my treat. I stared at it, willing it to return to my mouth where it clearly belonged.

“Stay pretty, my good boy,” Connor said into my ear. “You can help with the show in a moment.”

The word hit me straight through and my cock made a valiant effort to grow hard inside its cage, leather straps pressing into swelling flesh until the pain became too great, and my arousal subsided.

Connor stood behind Kessrin with one hand on his hip and the pendant held up in the other where the room could see it.

“The hood stays on, because he is shy,” Connor said to the audience. “And I bind his hands behind his back, so he can’t brush the frost off.”

Harrowgate smiled, eyes dark as they skimmed over Kessrin’s body. “Tell us how you apply your magic, sir.”

“This is similar to ice play, which anyone with a few cubes of ice can try, but it uses magic to create an intense sensation for the submissive by sending frost across his skin. It’s important that those who study ice magic practice on inanimate objects first, to make sure you’re not freezing someone to the point of pain. But a skilled master can use the application of heat and cold with a delightful effect. My pet here will be the one to apply heat with his mouth and tongue, while I apply the cold.”

Connor touched his pendant. “I use a talisman to channel the magic,” he said. “And I apply ice to his erogenous zones. The chest has many sensitive spots that work well.” Connor’s hand slid around and spread flat under Kessrin’s collarbones. “But we must be careful of frostbite.”

Somebody laughed. Somebody else told them to hush.

And an icy frost spread across Kessrin’s chest. I knew it was coming from Kessrin himself, but it looked for all the world like Connor’s doing, and Kessrin’s soft gasp sold it.

“There. Look at how he takes it,” Connor said. “Breathe out for me.”

Kessrin was sinking somewhere I could not follow, looking at nothing at all with his lips parted, and his breathing had gone ragged, and his cock stood stiff and leaking. Connor touched Kessrin’s chest, pinching his nipples, and the frost subsided.

Connor’s voice was as bored as ever, but I was kneeling right there, and I could see what the audience could not. His cock was hard against the front of his trousers, and the hand holding the pendant was not quite steady.

“Now lower. I like to tease him, bring the frost close to his cock and balls, which is what he really craves.” His hand moved lower, and the frost followed. Kessrin moaned, perhaps more from the way Connor was touching him than from the frost.

“Now my good boy will lick up the frost and make sure my consort is okay,” Connor said, and I moaned softly as I shifted forward, licking the ice off of Kessrin’s hip, his thigh. Pre-cum pooled at the head of his cock, tempting me, and I started to move forward, but Connor pulled me back by the hair.

“Don’t get greedy,” he admonished before turning back to the audience. “Now I apply the frost to his balls. They are sensitive and this really makes him writhe.”

The floor went quiet in a way it had not been quiet all night as Kessrin’s own magic coated his balls in ice, which made him quiver. Perhaps he’d never tried that before. I suppose you didn’t often think about pointing your own magic at your private parts.

“Can you lick him now, good boy? Warm him up before the ice harms his skin.”

I took the ice-covered skin fully into my mouth, adding a little dragon-warmth for fun, and Kessrin bucked, the drama we were going for achieved.

He shuddered every time my warmth met his frost, and every time Connor announced the next filthy thing we would do. I sucked each testicle softly into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it with just enough fire to make it uncomfortable without really hurting, and he let out a choked sob, his thighs quivering like they were on the verge of collapse.

The audience gasped, clearly enthralled by the beauty having his balls sucked on stage, and by Connor’s icy magic.

Harrowgate pressed nearer than he had any business coming. He stopped at the edge of the platform where Connor stood, near enough that I could have put my hand on his boot, eyes on Kessrin.

“Now his cock,” Connor said. “This skin is particularly delicate, so I would caution anyone who tries this to go slowly. We have practiced this for many years to help my submissive find the perfect edge between pain and pleasure.”

Connor waved his hand along Kessrin’s twitching length, and frost spread down over Kessrin’s cock from the root out to the tip, white and glittering, and he made a small sound and his thighs began to shake.

Connor’s eyes flickered down the length of Kessrin’s body and stuck there, and he swallowed hard before he remembered he had an audience.