Page 61 of Connor and the Dragons

“I wanted to fuck you on stage. You were so fucking beautiful, covered in ice, shivering against Oallian’s mouth. You made me so hard I could barely think straight. But one of us had to stay level-headed. I couldn’t afford to get carried away in such a dangerous situation.”

“But it’s not the same, the orgasm doesn’t feel the same if I am not filled. My body was prepared, and then nothing happened. It’s like the way you tease Oallian. The way you keep him on edge.”

“So you came, but you don’t feel satisfied?” Connor asked, a smile playing around his lips.

“It sounds ridiculous.”

“It sounds fucking sexy,” Oallian said, pressing closer, grinding his caged cock against me. “If this contraption let me get hard, I’d be hard right now.”

Connor leaned in and kissed me, stepping close enough that I could feel just how hard he was against my stomach. His lips slashed across mine, pinning my body against Oallian’s chest, until I was whimpering, clutching at him, begging for more.

“Good to know you like to be edged, too,” he said, reaching for the clasp on my trousers and sliding them down over my hips.

“I wouldn’t say I like it,” I grumped. “The need has become so much more… urgent.”

Oallian and Connor stripped my trousers and stockings off, leaving just the silver jewelry decorating my upper body, still kissing me. They took turns cupping my chin and devouring my mouth, and their urgency reminded me that neither of them had come.

Connor led me to the bed, kicking his trousers and shirt off on the way across the room. He settled against the headboard, and I dove on his cock, kissing and licking his length, making sure he knew how much I needed him inside me. My body was crying out for it, my hole fluttering at the thought of being stuffed full once again.

The mattress sank behind me as Oallian kneeled, awaiting his orders.

“Prep him, sweetheart,” Connor said. “Use your mouth and your fingers.”

Oallian made a happy sound and spread my legs, settling between them, his lips skimming over my ass, teeth sinking in for a moment, before he spread my cheeks and swiped his tongue across my hole. My body jolted, sensitive to the touch, as I tried to focus on Connor’s cock. I couldn’t have stopped my body from arching up to greet him if my life had depended on it.

“Is this what you need, Kessrin?” Connor asked as Oallian’s tongue circled my hole, then his lips trailed lower to kiss my balls. I spread my legs, giving him access, still afraid to admit the full truth. Connor carded his hands through my hair as I took him fully into my mouth, moaning as Oallian’s tongue forced its way inside me.

“Fuck, he’s so wet,” Oallian groaned. “I’ve never seen anything like it, his hole is hungry.” I could feel how slick I was, my dragon’s natural lubrication making his tongue slip in easily. He gripped my ass and drove deep, his long tongue swirling inside me.

I tried to refocus on Connor’s cock, but Oallian was driving me crazy. His movements grew more frantic, the way they had when he was sucking my cock, and I whimpered, reaching back and pulling him closer.

“Oh fuck,” I whimpered, grinding into his face. “I need to be full, need you both.”

“Say the rest,” Connor said as I kissed my way down his shaft.

“Fine, I want to stuff both of your cocks inside me and see what it’s like to be completely full of you, both of you, at once. Happy?”

“So fucking happy, sweetheart. It’s okay to ask for what you want, we are happy to oblige.” He drew my head down, coaxing me to suck him. “Oallian, finger him open.”

Oallian wasn’t cautious, stuffing three long fingers inside me, and I sobbed from the stretch of it, fucking back on him as I stuffed Connor’s cock as deep as it could go, my greedy body taking over as I tried to force more of his hand into me, wondering if I could take his whole fist.

“Fuck, he’s a needy thing,” Connor groaned, and I pulled off of him, panting hard.

“Please fuck me,” I whined. “Please? I need to be full of you.”

“Oallian, you may remove the cage.”

Oallian was on his feet so fast he knocked over the water jug. Connor laughed as Oallian stumbled, but I couldn’t do anything but whimper again.

“Please. I need it,” I whined, rutting against the air. Connor leaned forward, sliding his hand down my back and sinking two fingers into me, and I sobbed against his cock, lifting my ass to try to take every inch he’d give me.

“Shh, it’s okay, sweetheart. We have you. Fuck, you’re so fucking wet.”

“Nothing’s enough,” I whispered, cock aching, hole fluttering around Connor’s hand.

Oallian knelt naked at the foot of the bed, his cock flushed dark and standing hard away from his body. Connor slipped his fingers out of me, and I whimpered, spreading my legs and arching higher, my hole clenching around nothing.

“Fuck him, pet. Make him feel good.”