Page 93 of Connor and the Dragons

Oallian blinked. “I thought you might know. I think perhaps you wear it? Like a helmet.”

He put it on his head. It was ridiculous.

“Wouldn’t a helmet have eye holes? That looks more like a hideous trash can,” Connor said.

Oallian lifted the can, frowning. “Smells a bit like a trash can, too. Well! You can never have too many trash cans!” He set it next to my desk.

I rubbed my forehead, trying to figure out how to explain to him that I didn’t need or want a solid gold wastebasket covered in rubies. He picked up an ancient-looking bowl, showing it to Connor, who turned it over in his hands, saying something about the craftsmanship. Connor usually had no self-control around Oallian. How were they just chatting when we could be in bed, doing much better things?

“I’m in heat!” I yelled, then snapped my mouth shut, cheeks going fire-dragon hot.

Oallian lifted his head. “I think he needs to be fucked.”

Connor rubbed his forehead, smirking at both of us. “No shit?”

Connor stepped up behind me, and his hand slid down between my legs, and he took a moment to thoroughly explore just how in heat I was, his palm pressing into my hard cock until I moaned, helpless to control my body’s needs, and rutted into his touch.

“Do you want this in you, Oallian? Kess has such a nice cock, doesn’t he? I think he’d be happy to fuck you with it.” Connor’s fingers were already working at the buttons on my trousers, and I leaned back against his muscled chest, whimpering.

Oallian froze, eyes widening and dropping to my erection, cock going hard. “Um. Yes please.”

Connor smirked at me. “On the bed, on your hands and knees, pet. I want to watch Kess split you open.”

Oallian’s eyes flashed the dark hot color they got when he was getting all kinds of wicked ideas, and he dropped his antics and slowly crawled across the bed, arching like a cat, presenting himself.

Connor was working my cock through my trousers and carefully worked the buttons open, pulling me free. “You want to fuck that slut, Kess? He’s gonna take your big cock so good, isn’t he?”

I shivered. “Yes, please.”

“Mm. I want to watch you stretch him open and show him exactly what he needs, and then I’ll fuck you. Okay?” Connor’s lips were on my throat, his hard-on pressing into my ass.

I didn’t answer, just squeaked, but it must have been a positive squeak, because Connor walked me forward, discarding our clothes as he went. He arranged me, kneeling on the bed, between Oallian’s legs, and pressed against my back as he stroked and teased my cock, dragging it against Oallian’s hole.

“He gets so wet for you,” Connor whispered, and Oallian moaned. “Such a good little cock sleeve, isn’t he?”

I sobbed, fighting to press forward and into Oallian, but Connor kept teasing me. “Please,” I whispered. “I need him.”

“Those are the magic words, sweetheart,” Connor said as he pressed the head of my cock against Oallian’s hole and gradually coaxed me forward. Oallian whimpered, impatient with Connor’s slow motion, and slammed his hips back into mine, taking me deep in one rough movement.

He was scorching inside, hotter and tighter than any human body could be, and shivers ran up my spine, and my love for him washed over me, for the way he was always open to Connor’s wicked plans. The way he wanted us more than anything else.

Before I could adjust, Connor was behind me, pressing into me, and I was trapped between them. If I moved forward, I buried myself deeper into Oallian. If I pressed back, I impaled myself on Connor.

“Oh gods,” I whined, starting to move, pleasure coursing through me. I needed this so badly, needed them, and Connor, somehow, always knew exactly when I was about to break.

His lips traced down my spine as he began to thrust, setting a brutal pace. We hadn’t fucked since before Harrowgate’s, and it was too damn long. I needed them, needed to be joined and filled and made to feel every single delicious thing they made me feel.

Oallian was moaning wildly, head thrown back, slamming back into my thrusts as Connor shoved into me from behind, each intense thrust driving me deeper into ecstasy. I was surrounded by them, held, filled, and I didn’t know where they ended and I began.

“Oh fuck, Con, I really like his cock,” Oallian said, wiggling his ass to try and force me deeper.

It was all pleasure and intensity, and I wanted it to last forever, but I felt the orgasm building, a pressure deep in my spine that wanted release. Connor sped up, groaning about how much he missed this, how much he needed us, and I couldn’t hold on, I screamed, my body convulsing as my orgasm raced through me, my hole clamping down on Connor. He let out a low grunt, and I felt the flood of his cum inside me. Oallian, beneath me, was shaking.

“Fuck,” he whimpered.

“Save your cum for Kess,” Connor said, kissing my shoulder.

Oallian was silent for a long moment. “Um. Sorry.”