Page 103 of Connor and the Dragons

He gathered me up. I do not know how he did it, because I am not small and my legs refused to function, but he guided me off his lap and onto the bed and into his arms, on my side, with my burning ass in the cool air and my wet face in his neck. He rocked me a little. He kissed my hair, and my forehead, and the tears on my cheeks.

“Such a good boy,” he said. “You took all of it.”

“Not so good that you won’t spank me again, though? Perhaps tomorrow.”

He laughed. Then he put his mouth against my ear. “Fuck, I love you so much, Oallian. You’re so fucking beautiful and willing and so damn good. Even when you eat all the scones and tell an entire sex club that you love us. I had no idea what being with someone like you would be like, and I wouldn’t trade you for anyone.”

For the second time in two days, I had nothing to say. I held on to him, and he let me.

“I love you as well,” I whispered, once I could. “I have since the scones. The first ones.”

“I know.” He kissed me, slow and deep, and his hand slid down my back and over my sore ass, and I whimpered into his mouth. “Now. You need to come, don’t you?”

“Yes. Please. Very badly.”

“Hands and knees.”

I scrambled up. He knelt behind me and spread me open with his thumbs, and the stretch of my burning skin made me gasp. Then his tongue licked a long stripe over my hole, and I wailed. He took his time. He licked me open, and then he pushed two slick fingers into me and crooked them, and my arms gave out.

“Please,” I said into the sheets. “Please, Connor. Sir. Please fuck me. Please let me come. I will be so good. I will never be cheeky again.”

“Liar.”

“I will be cheeky only on alternate days.”

I heard him toss the robe aside and I felt the fat head of his cock slide up the crack of my ass and press against my hole, and I pushed back, begging, babbling, promising him things I could not possibly deliver.

The door banged open.

Kessrin stood in the doorway with his hair coming out of its tie and his court coat buttoned crooked. He was breathing as if he had run the whole way. He kicked the door shut behind him, and he groaned, long and loud, like a man in pain.

“I could feel you,” he said. “Across the entire damned castle. I was in the middle of a sentence about grain tariffs and I lost the end of it. I was hard in front of the Queen, Connor. She laughed at me. She told me to go home.”

Connor had not moved. Neither had I. His cock was still resting against my hole.

“You felt us?” Connor asked.

“From Delsy’s study?” I asked.

“It does not mean anything.” Kessrin was tearing at the buttons of his coat. “It is very likely the heat. Heat does strange things. I am not getting my hopes up about resonance.”

Connor and I looked at each other over my shoulder and Connor’s lips twitched. I knew exactly what he was thinking.

“Coincidence,” Connor said gravely.

“Almost certainly,” I agreed.

Then we went and got him.

We had him naked before he reached the bed. Connor kissed him while I dragged his trousers down, and then I kissed him and then Kessrin saw my ass and stopped dead.

“Oh,” he said, and he laid one cool palm on the burn. I hissed, and then I moaned. “Oh, Oallian. Look at you.”

“I was very good for my spanking,” I said proudly.

“Kess,” Connor said. “What do you need?”

I waited for a treaty clause. There was none.