Page 97 of Connor and the Dragons

“No,” I wailed. “No, no, put it back.”

“Oallian. Your turn. And don’t you dare come in him until he begs you to.”

Oallian scrambled around behind me. He was hard again already, because he was a dragon and he was Oallian, and he pushed his cock into me with a broken groan. He was hotter than Connor, so hot inside me that I gasped, and he collapsed over my back, shaking.

“Oh fuck, he feels too good,” he whimpered.

Connor swatted his ass, and Oallian yelped, and his hips jerked forward and drove him deeper into me. “Fuck him like he needs to be fucked.”

“Harder,” I said. “Oallian, please. Deeper. Fuck me harder.”

He braced his hands on either side of my shoulders and did exactly as I asked. He fucked me hard and fast, his hips slamming against my ass, his breath hot on the back of my neck, and I pushed back to meet every thrust. I could hear myself. I was crying out every time he bottomed out, loud enough that they could probably hear me in the courtyard, and I did not care.

Then Connor’s hands closed on Oallian’s hips and slowed him to a crawl, so that I felt every inch of him sliding out and every inch pushing back in. I let out a strangled cry.

“Please.” I arched my back, offering myself to them, my cock hard again and dripping on the blankets. “I want his cum. I want both of your cum inside me. I want to be dripping with it.”

“Say why.”

“You know why.”

“Say it anyway.”

My hands closed in the sheets. “Because I am in heat and I want you to breed me. Fill me with your cum. Both of you.”

Oallian lost his rhythm entirely, and the mattress shook with the force of his thrusts as he braced his hands on the headboard above me and pounded wildly into my needy hole.

Connor put his hand flat on my ass, dug his fingers in, and spread me wide, so that Oallian could thrust deeper and both of them could watch Oallian’s cock sliding into me. “Who do you want to put a baby in you?”

“Both of you. I just need to be full of you both. Always,” I sobbed.

“Fuck yeah,” Connor said. “We’re going to keep you so full, baby. You won’t be able to move without feeling our cum running out of you.” He let go of Oallian’s hips. “Oallian. Give our boy what he needs.”

Oallian roared. He slammed into me again and again, burying himself as deep as he could get, and I ground back against him to be sure I had every inch. His teeth closed on my shoulder. Then his whole body went rigid, and he screamed my name as he came, and I felt it, pulse after pulse of scorching heat flooding into me. He kept fucking me through it and past it, as if he could not bear to stop.

“I’m never going to leave you wanting again,” he growled. “Never.”

When Connor finally eased him back, I felt Oallian’s cum start to run out of me. Connor caught it with the head of his cock and pushed it back in, and followed it, all the way to the hilt. I collapsed onto the bed.

He rolled us onto our sides and hooked my leg up over his arm, fucking up into me from behind, and he pushed Oallian’s head down toward my cock. “Suck our boy dry.”

I didn’t think I had another orgasm left in me, but Oallian went eagerly. His hot mouth closed over me and took me to the root, and I buried one hand in his curls and reached back with the other to clutch at Connor’s ass, and I came apart between them, oversensitive and aching but too greedy to stop them. I was shaking. I was begging, and I had no idea what for, because I already had everything.

“Oh fuck, I love you both so much,” I whined. Connor’s thrusts drove my cock into Oallian’s throat, and Oallian grabbed my hips and let me choke him with it, his eyes streaming and delighted.

“Come for me,” Connor whispered in my ear.

I screamed. My cock emptied into Oallian’s mouth, and he swallowed around me, moaning, taking every drop. Then Connor shoved me onto my stomach and fucked me with wild, relentless force while I lay soft and sated beneath him and let myself be used. He ground in deep, groaned my name against the back of my neck, and came, and I felt that, too.

For the first time in two days, the ache went quiet. They held me like that, Oallian’s mouth gentle on my cock, Connor still pressed into my back, his cock softening inside me, his lips tracing patterns on the side of my neck.

Afterwards, Connor eased me onto my side and gathered me close, and he slipped two fingers back inside. He had learned that I could not come down empty. I was still shaking.

“You good?” he asked Oallian over my shoulder.

“So good. Does he need water?”

“You drink too. But yes.”