Page 30 of Connor and the Dragons

“Please,” I whispered, pushing my hips back and trying to force him deeper. “Oh fuck.”

“Look, he knows how to curse.” Oallian’s hand landed on my low back, warm and heavy.

“Oallian,” Connor said. “Lie back. Patience.”

“But he’s so pretty,” Oallian said in a pouty voice. “And I like him very much. Ever since he rescued us from falling and gave me that stern lecture. I do like a good stern lecture, it turns out.”

Connor laughed, his fingers twisting inside me. “Patience, naughty boy. Kessrin needs a delicate hand right now.”

In reality, Kessrin needed a massive dragon cock shoved inside him until Kessrin forgot his own name, but I wasn’t quite ready to admit that out loud, so I moved my hips, fucking myself on his hand, a soft moan slipping from my lips. I whimpered, almost coming right there.

But he hadn’t given me permission, and for some reason, that seemed important.

Connor’s hand slipped out of me, and the dismayed sound that slipped from my lips was one I would never have allowed myself before. He coaxed me up, pressing my back against his front as he embraced me, kissing my throat, his hands running down over my hips and stomach, stroking my cock once again.

“I want to watch you fuck him. Can you do that for me, sweet boy?” he asked.

Maybe it was my sexual inexperience, but nobody had ever held me from behind with one arm locked around my ribs and a mouth on my throat, in no hurry at all.

“Please,” I whispered.

“Please what?”

I swallowed as his hand made a lazy path down the length of my cock. “I want to please you.”

“Mmm, I like that,” Connor murmured as he helped me straddle the hips of the most irritating fire dragon in all of Qoksmere. I was hovering above him, shaking, wet down the inside of one thigh, and my cock was leaking a continuous string of pre-cum onto his stomach. I met Oallian’s eyes, which were dazed with arousal, and he smiled a little.

“This is fun, right?” Oallian asked. I rolled my eyes. Only a fire dragon would call this intense erotic experience “fun.”

Connor reached under me and took Oallian’s cock in his fist and held it steady at the base, angled exactly where he wanted it, dragging against my hole. “Do you feel this, Kess? This is my fucktoy. I’m going to use it to make you come so hard. Would you like that?”

“The fucktoy would like that!” Oallian said cheerfully. “He feels so wet and warm and delicious. It makes me wonder why Vyranthos hasn’t been letting me out for sex more often, it’s quite delightful—”

“Oallian. Quiet. Focus.”

Oallian’s mouth snapped shut, and he blew out a slow breath.

Connor had taken hold of the most magnificent creature in three kingdoms and was using him as an instrument, a tool, a toy for opening me with, and Oallian was letting him. No, not letting him, Oallian was reveling in it, chewing on his bottom lip to stop himself from giving us a full report of his state of arousal.

“I want to watch you sink down onto him,” Connor said. “Slow. He’s big. Give your body time to adjust to him.”

With Connor’s hands on my hips and his breath feathering against my neck, I braced my hands on Oallian’s chest and sank onto Oallian’s cock, moaning softly as he penetrated the most intimate part of me, the place where no one had been in all of my centuries. He was thick past anything I had imagined, making my insides feel heavy and full.

“Does it hurt?” Connor asked, spreading my ass so he could watch me be impaled.

“No,” I whispered. “It…” I didn’t know how to explain it, the way the stretch sat right between too much and not quite enough, so that I pressed on, shifting and grinding down until I had all of that enormous cock buried deep inside me.

I was making sounds in a steady stream, my hips rocking as my body shifted to accommodate him, my cock, which had gone soft from the effort of forcing him inside me, hardening once again. Beneath me, Oallian had gone silent.

Oallian, who never went silent, lay under me now with his hands fisted in the sheets, looking up at me as though I were a hoard he’d just discovered.

“Oh. I like that,” he said, meeting my eyes. “I very much like you.”

“Ride him,” Connor said, his hand skimming down my back. “But neither of you comes.”

I lifted up, groaning at the drag of his cock against my hole, then sank slowly back down onto Oallian, watching him fight for control. He was beautiful like that, his eyes wide with wonder, his body tense with the effort of fighting his instinct to fuck.

“You feel so good,” he whispered. “Connor, he feels really nice. Tight and warm and so good.”