Page 84 of Connor and the Dragons

“What does that matter?” I asked.

“Why would he enter a reproductive cycle with two other males?” Connor asked.

Kessrin groaned, cheeks pink as he buried his face deeper into Connor’s shirt and said nothing.

“Keep petting him, I will explain,” I said.

Connor smirked at me and nodded, rubbing Kessrin’s back in long, slow strokes.

“Only his human form is male. His reproductive form. The form we fuck him in.”

“So when he’s a dragon, he’s female?”

“Dragons do not have a gender,” Kessrin said against Connor’s shoulder, voice sounding a little less wobbly. “They do not perform the sexual function. Once they have been… adequately fertilized…”

“Well-fucked,” I interjected, giggling. Then I tried to be serious again. “When a dragon goes into heat, his sexual form becomes receptive to fertilization. Once fertilized, he transforms, and the dragon body produces a dragon egg. It’s all very simple and straightforward.”

Connor blinked. “So, Kess, you’re in heat and you’re going to lay an egg.”

“Only after a few weeks or months of solid fucking,” I said. “Which I am happy to do! It takes a lot of sex to make a baby dragon. Can’t be helped!”

“An egg.”

“Yes.”

Connor frowned. “An egg?”

“Are you struggling with this concept?” I asked. “Given the amount of sex we’ve had, his body could be preparing to grow an egg already. And if not now, he is going to be growing one at some point, because we are not going to be able to stop the sex, because none of us want to. Plus, the intensity of his need will escalate. I am not one to deny my beautiful Kessrin anything he pleases.”

Connor’s eyes widened and his mouth dropped open, and he left it open for far too long.

“You’re horrified.” Kessrin let out a broken sound and started crying, real, open, ugly crying, not whatever he usually did where his eyes got a little glassy with tears and he still looked beautiful. His cheeks got splotchy, and there was snot, and Connor reached for his jacket and wrapped him up tight, hugging him close, and Kessrin buried his face against Connor’s shoulder and sniffled loudly.

I reached out and patted Kessrin’s back and glared at Connor.

Connor looked completely panicked as he ran a hand through Kessrin’s hair. “Kess, baby. I’m not horrified by you, I love you, just… CARRYING AN EGG.”

“I know,” Kessrin said, voice muffled against Connor’s shirt. “It’s not an unreasonable thing to be horrified by.”

“Why didn’t you tell us you were going through this?”

“A heat is rare. It takes a great emotional bond, and a substantial period of, um…”

“Fucking,” I said.

Kessrin rolled his eyes at me. “Intense sexual connection. And I’d never experienced a heat before, so I—” Kessrin stopped and blinked.

“What?” Connor asked.

“Did you say…”

“Yep. He said he’s in love with you,” I said, narrowing my eyes at Connor. “Didn’t mention me, though.”

Connor blew out a breath, still awkwardly patting Kessrin’s back. “Look, I wanted to… This is not how I pictured this.” He waved an arm at the field and the mud and then possibly at my dick.

“Pictured what?” Kessrin asked, lifting his head.

“Pictured talking to you guys about our future, about what we are and what this could look like. About how I’ve fallen head over heels in love with both of you and I have no fucking clue what to do about it.”