Page 96 of Connor and the Dragons

“I know. You’re right. I have not felt him that close in a while. I think he was driving that urge. But Kess stopped me! The resonance grows, day by day.”

“It’s just a coincidence,” I said. One mustn’t get their hopes up.

“Oallian,” Connor said. “Come and see what you’ve been missing.”

He swept the blanket away.

I was on my side with my leg high over Connor’s hip and four of his fingers buried in my hole, shining wet to the knuckles, and my cock was hard and leaking against his stomach. I rocked back onto his hand and looked Oallian in the eye.

The tiara hit the floor.

Every trace of playfulness went out of Oallian’s face. His eyes went dark and hot, and a growl started low in his chest, and he crossed the room in three strides and was on the bed, crawling over me, his skin fever-hot against mine. He buried his face in my throat and breathed me in.

“Mine,” he growled. “Fuck, Con. Please, let me have him. Need him.”

“He still needed you, that whole time while you were playing with gold. I think that merits punishment,” Connor said.

Oallian groaned. “Yes it does.”

“Later. Right now he’s starving, and you’re going to feed him.”

Oallian was already hard against my hip, and he whimpered as he lifted his head, eyes fixed on the way Connor was working me open.

“Kess, tell us what you need.”

“Your whole fist,” I whispered, shoving back on the hand inside me.

Connor’s eyes widened for a beat, like that hadn’t been the answer he’d expected. Then he let out a low, hot growl, and slipped his fingers out of me. He shoved me down onto my stomach, hauling my hips up, as I let out a broken cry.

He glanced at Oallian, who was rutting into the air now. “You will kneel and you will wait,” he said. Then he knelt behind me, and he shoved the four fingers back into me, fucking me with his hand, slowly working his way deeper. I cried out, digging my fingers into the mattress and fighting to force his hand all of the way into me as I turned to watch Oallian.

The fire dragon sat back on his feet, his huge, delicious cock jutting out in front of him, dripping a string of pre-cum that made my mouth water. And just then, Connor’s hand slipped all of the way into my drenched hole, and inside me, his fingers curled into a fist.

“Fuck,” I screamed, as the stretch intensified. I gripped the blankets, riding Connor’s fist, moaning as my vision went gray at the edges.

“This hungry hole is gonna be stuffed full until your heat is done, isn’t it, Kess?” Connor asked, bracing his body over mine as he shoved his fist in, again and again. I couldn’t form words, all I could think about was how much my body needed this, craved being filled.

Oallian whimpered, eyes wide, cock visibly twitching. I needed it in me, and then I felt Connor’s hard-on bumping my ass. They were both hard now, both ready for me, and my body was shaking with need as I sobbed into the blanket, lifting my hips in a frantic rhythm as I fucked myself on Connor’s fist, a pressure building deep in my hole that I didn’t have a name for.

“You going to come from this?” Connor asked. I shook in his arms, and Oallian watched me be taken apart and remade into a thing that only cared about having them inside me, in any way possible.

The orgasm hit me hard and unexpected, my entire body convulsing, my hole clenching down hard enough on his wrist that he grunted. It didn’t stop, and he rode me through it, wrist twisting deep inside me as I sobbed into the pillow. Because it still wasn’t enough.

“Better?” Connor asked. “Tell the truth.”

“Need both of your cocks,” I whined. “Need cum.”

“Such a good boy, asking for what you need,” Connor whispered, and as he carefully pulled his hand out of me, I collapsed onto the blankets, sobbing at the emptiness, my hole clenching around nothing.

“Fuck me. Please, fuck me,” I moaned.

Connor knelt behind me and hauled my hips up against his groin, then lined the head of his big cock up with my wet hole, and shoved inside, one long push all the way to the balls.

“Fuck, you’re all loose and stretched out like a little slut, aren’t you?” Connor murmured, rutting in deep.

I groaned from somewhere deep in my chest. He braced a hand on my lower back and rolled his hips, slow and deep, dragging his cock over that spot inside me on every stroke, and I dug my fingers into the sheets and sobbed.

Connor sped up. His hips slapped against my ass, and my cock swung heavy and untouched beneath me, and I was climbing toward it, I was nearly there, when he pulled out.