Page 62 of Connor and the Dragons

Oallian didn’t have to be asked twice, he was between my legs, driving into me with a force that stole my breath. I let out a high, keening sound, wrapping my lips around Connor as Oallian drove wildly into me, the full force of his thrusts shaking my body. I was so full, so stretched, and still it wasn’t enough.

Connor lifted me and I pressed up onto my hands and knees as he shifted his position until he was beneath me. I whined and leaned forward into him, letting the force of Oallian’s thrusts drive me against our lover’s warm body as the massive fire dragon fucked me raw. It was brutal and perfect.

“It’s still not enough,” I whispered against Connor’s lips. “I need you both. I need to be so full I can’t move.”

“Pet, I need to get in him,” Connor said.

Oallian pulled out, and I cried out in dismay, and Connor shifted us a little, adjusting our position as he tried to figure out how they could both fuck me at once. I was whining now, unable to shake the intense desperation I felt to have both of them in me, to let both of them know I belonged to them. And I didn’t want to think too hard about why my need was so strong.

Connor’s hands slid up my waist as he shifted so he was lying down more and coaxed me to straddle his hips, then pulled me down on top of him. I whimpered at the unique fullness of Connor inside me, bouncing on top of him with a sob as I leaned down and kissed Connor, thanking him for easing my need.

He shoved me tight against his hips, holding himself buried deep inside me, then spread my cheeks, showing my stuffed ass to Oallian like an offering.

“Fuck, can I fit?” Oallian groaned, his finger tracing over my stretched hole.

Connor met my eyes, his gaze steady despite the shake in his breath. “Kess. Listen to me. If it’s too much, you say stop, and everything stops, and nobody in this room is disappointed in you. Do you understand me?”

“Yes.”

“Say it back.”

“If I say stop, everything stops.”

“Good boy.”

“But I won’t. I need it with… I’ve never felt anything like this.”

“Oallian, you will need the almond oil. I want you slick.”

I shook on top of Connor, pinned in place, the weight and fullness of Connor’s big cock inside me making my whole body quiver with want. Oallian knelt in behind me, and I heard the stopper on the bottle of oil we’d been using when our natural lubrication wasn’t enough. He warmed it in his hands first. His thumb worked in beside Connor’s cock and eased me open around it, testing me, checking to see if there was space inside me. Connor held my chin, held eye contact, as Oallian removed the thumb and began forcing his cock into me alongside Connor’s.

It was so big, so much, so perfect. I would have both of them. Both of them were mine.

Nothing was ever mine.

He went slowly. He stopped three times, and each time he stopped he put his mouth on the back of my neck and waited until my breathing steadied before he moved again. It was too slow, I needed it, needed it to hurt, needed the intense stretch of being split open, but I was afraid to ask. Didn’t know how to.

The stretch went past anything I had a word for. They were separate inside me, distinct, the two of them dragging against each other with every movement either one made, and there was no room left in me for anything but them.

I wasn’t sure I could ever not be theirs after this. Not after Oallian settled against my ass, his hips giving a hard press, buried to the hilt inside me against Connor’s cock.

Neither of them moved, but Oallian let out a soft groan that sounded like “Perfect.”

“Open your eyes, baby. I need to see you,” Connor whispered, and I opened to find his gorgeous dark brown eyes right there. “You good?”

“You need to fuck me,” I groaned, pressing back against Oallian, which shifted Connor inside me. “If you don’t move, I might die.”

Connor chuckled softly. “Always so dramatic. My sweetheart of an ice dragon. The most beautiful, anxious, perfect, bossy creature in two worlds.”

“In all the worlds,” Oallian breathed against my shoulder, teeth sinking in as he shifted back slightly, then drove in. “Nothing could be more beautiful than you like this, holding us.” He wasn’t shifting more than an inch, but my vision went white as my eyes rolled back, and he worked that space inside me until my body stopped fighting it. Then he took a little more, coaxing my body to take what it needed.

And I was so full, so perfectly, deliciously full, the exact thing I’d craved while standing on that stage with Oallian sucking my cock. I dropped my head to Connor’s shoulder and let out a sob, feeling the flex of his thigh muscles beneath me as he pushed up into the slick warmth of my ass.

Every drag of Connor’s cock and Oallian’s hit a new nerve ending I didn’t know existed.

At first, the two of them found opposite halves of the same rhythm, so that when one drew back the other pushed in, and the drag of them against each other inside me made my vision go white and my muscles convulse, and I lost the ability to hold my own weight. My forearms slid out from under me. Connor caught my chest against his and took the weight without complaint, and my face ended up in the curve of his throat, and I stayed there, a limp, helpless thing who only existed to be fucked.

My cock was ignored. I was hard against Connor’s stomach, but it wasn’t the point right now, the point was having them in me.