Page 63 of Connor and the Dragons

“Look how well he takes it,” Connor said. “Whatever it is that makes you dragons wet for this is fucking addictive.”

“It’s a gland,” Oallian grunted, grinding in deep in a way that made my back arch and a broken cry slip from my lips. My mind was fuzzy, like I was floating between them in a sea of pleasure and pain, of fullness, of rough hands and rougher thrusts. I should not have liked that, losing control, but I pushed back onto them, greedy for more of it.

I had never in my life been the center of anyone’s need, and now I had two of them.

And I had no idea how they were talking, because the only noises I seemed able to make were soft, keening whimpers.

Oallian was moving faster, losing control of the care he’d taken with me at the start of it, and I reached back, grabbed his ass and tried to coax him to fuck me harder and deeper.

“Please,” he said, finally, into my hair. “Please, please, you are so beautiful, so good.”

“That’s it,” Connor said. “Fall apart. We’ve got you. You’re ours.”

Their pace broke as they saw I could take it and lost track of being careful with me, and they drove up into me together instead of taking turns, matching their rhythm perfectly. Connor’s hands were tight on my waist as he held me where they needed me so they could both chase their own orgasms.

Then something in my body changed, an opening deep in my core that only dragons feel, and the intensity shifted to something wild and needy. I knew what it was, but at this point, it was unstoppable, and my body had control, forcing me to move, to use every ounce of energy to bounce on top of them, slamming into their cocks as hard as I could, chasing a fresh goal.

I wanted to milk them dry, I wanted every last drop of their cum inside me, filling me, marking me deep in a place I hadn’t dared let anyone go near.

There should have been a million reasons to stop this before I tipped over the edge into something I wouldn’t be able to control, but my brain couldn’t come up with a single one.

Because I wanted it. And admitting it made me clench down hard on both of them, stuffed full and shaking on the edge of an orgasm bigger than any I had ever had.

Their cocks twitched inside me, and I knew they were close, knew I’d need them deep like this again and again, for the rest of my life. I sank my teeth into Connor’s shoulder, fighting it as Oallian spread my cheeks wide and drove in deeper.

“Fuck, I can’t hold on,” Connor groaned, hands roaming down my back to my ass. “Can you come for us, baby? Come on our cocks?”

I sobbed, clutching them both close as I ground back against Oallian, and I came so hard my vision went white at the edges, my cock spurting cum all over Connor’s stomach, and it did not stop, because they were still in me and still moving through it. Oallian broke first, his thrusts stuttering as he let out a low roaring sound that shook the bed and spilled up into me, his heat rushing deep, into places it had no business being. My teeth sank deeper into Connor’s shoulder, and Connor swore, ground in deep, his cum mixing with Oallian’s inside me.

The heat of it flooded through me, both of them at once, and it struck whatever had turned over down there.

My whole body seized. I pitched forward against Connor’s chest and came a second time around the two of them, harder than the first, with no warning and no permission and nothing at all holding me together. Connor’s arms wrapped around my back, Oallian’s around my chest, and they held on until it passed, until my body stopped convulsing.

“Easy. Easy. We’ve got you.”

They held me like that, through the aftershocks, still inside me, kissing and stroking my neck, my back, my face as tears streamed from my eyes.

“Kess. Hey. Look at me.” Connor took my face in both hands, and kissed my forehead, then kissed the tears from my eyes. “Too much?”

“No.” It came out in pieces, and I tried again. “No. It was…”

“Okay. Okay. Shh, sweetheart, you’re okay. Oallian, can you go get water and a cloth, we need to bring him down gently.”

Oallian’s weight shifted off of me, his softening cock slipping out of me, and Connor’s followed, leaving me empty, too empty.

I grabbed Connor’s hand and shoved it behind me, and he gently slipped three fingers into my fluttering hole, smiling against my cheek as he kissed it.

“Shh, let your body settle,” he whispered as I continued to quiver in his arms, my muscles shaking in a way I couldn’t control.

Oallian put on a robe and slipped out into the hall, returning from the water closet with a new pitcher of water and a warm, damp cloth. They cleaned me between them, made me drink water. Connor was talking the entire time, his hands moving over my arms and my legs, chasing the shaking down my body until it let go of me. Then Oallian gathered me back against his chest and wrapped himself around me, one leg over both of mine, arm heavy across my ribs, furnace-hot the whole length of my spine.

“I have you,” Oallian said. “You may be as undone as you like. I am extremely stable at the moment.”

Connor dug the bread and the cheese out of the basket and sat on the edge of the bed and tore pieces off and fed them to me by hand, one at a time, waiting each time until I had finished before he offered the next, and making me drink water in between. I let him. There was a period of some minutes in which I was not entirely certain where the edges of me were, still floating through the strange foggy space that only they had ever put me in. It turned out being fed by hand was the thing that brought me slowly back to myself.

“You’re still warm,” Connor said, thumb against my cheek.

“Yes.”