Page 95 of Connor and the Dragons

“I do not know why you would say such hurtful things, even if I couldn’t hear you.” It would have sounded sterner if my hips had not been rocking against his hand.

Connor looked a little sheepish. “My little brother was teasing me, so I denied the thing he was teasing me about. It was a reflex.”

“Ah,” I said, reaching back and pressing his hand deeper, because two fingers had become not enough.

He kissed his way down my throat, moving the fingers faster. “It’s tearing me up inside to know I put you in pain with my thoughtlessness.”

“I forgive you. I already had.” My voice came out a little high-pitched. “You are apologizing with two fingers inside me.”

“Is it working?”

“It makes me feel a little better.”

“Only a little?”

My cheeks felt hot, as I admitted the truth. “The heat has… It’s making me want things on an unrealistic timeline.”

“That’s another memorandum.”

“I want more,” I said, all in a rush. “Three. I want three fingers. I am empty, Connor, and it aches, and I want to be fucked again already, and Oallian has flown off to some cave.”

Three fingers pushed into me, thick and slow, and I moaned into his neck.

“Maybe we can think of a way to punish him,” Connor said, grinning wickedly. “But not until after he helps you feel better. He will apologize to you with his cock, buried deep.” He twisted his wrist, shoving the fingers deeper, and I pressed in closer, lifting my leg higher where it was hooked around his waist to make sure he could shove as much as he wanted into me.

I had stopped following the conversation. I was fucking myself on his hand, in small, greedy rolls of my hips, and the sun was going down outside the window, and I did not care about anything else in the world.

“Four,” I heard myself say. “Please. I can take it.”

“I know you can.”

He tucked his little finger in with the others and worked all four into me, slowly, up to the knuckles. My eyes rolled back. The stretch was enormous, and it was exactly right, and I could hear how wet I was every time his hand moved. My cock was hard against his stomach and my whole body was shaking.

I clutched his shoulders and rocked, trying to force him deeper, and I was very nearly there, imagining his whole fist inside me, which was of course when Oallian came home.

He came crashing down on the bedroom balcony. His landing was accompanied by a few screams from the courtyard below. He opened his claws, emptying a pile of gold and silver on the stone, and some of it spilled off as he transformed into his human form, then looked down at it, clearly delighted with himself.

Connor watched, fucking me with his hand, as our fire dragon leaned over and sorted through his treasure, naked ass on full display, then popped up with a tiara, and walked inside.

I whimpered, rutting into the hand inside me, and buried my face against Connor’s shoulder.

“Oallian. Stop. No more flights,” Connor said, as calmly as if he did not have most of his hand inside me.

Oallian froze in place, still holding the tiara. He glanced back at the pile of gold for a long moment, and something strange flashed in his eyes when he definitely should have been coming over to fuck us. He took a slow, dazed step towards the gold.

“While we appreciate your efforts to… redecorate, Kess needs you in bed, sweetheart,” Connor said.

Oallian, dazed, took another step towards the pile of gold, red scales blooming across his arms.

“Don’t you fucking dare transform inside my apartment,” I growled. “No more running off. It’s time to come over and be a good boy.”

Oallian shook himself, and the scales faded as he blinked hard, then turned and looked at me, a wide smile spreading across his lips. “Kess. You just chased away Vyranthos with your bossy-mc-bossy voice.”

“What?” It was really difficult to focus with Connor’s hand stretching me open.

“Vyranthos saw those coins falling off the balcony and he was enraged, he was going to collect every last one of them. But you called me back, and he backed off. Incredible, isn’t it?”

“Baby, you need to skip the trips to the hoard for now,” Connor said, sounding concerned and not at all like a man who was taking me apart with his fingers. Could I ask for his whole fist?