Chapter 17 Freedom #2
I wasn’t even surprised anymore. It was shaped like yet another tentacle, thick like my forearm and lined with suckers.
A dancer appeared next, dressed in blue-and-green lingerie. His skin was painted with shimmering scales, and his long hair was braided. A heavy beat vibrated through the floors, and the lights throbbed.
He was mesmerizing. I found myself watching the performance with fascination.
He danced around the throne, getting closer and backing off again, gyrating his hips around the legs and running his hands along the armrests.
At one point, he knelt and bowed to it, then he shot up and licked at the tentacle dildo before vaulting backward.
During the dance, he cleverly shed his clothing. I’d never seen a stripper move like that. It was like he was made of rubber. Naked aside from a garter belt, he pushed his ass out and spread his legs, flashing the room his rosy asshole, and an excited hum ran through the crowd.
He got closer and closer to the seat of the throne until he balanced with his feet on the armrests, his pucker lined up with the tip of the dildo. He circled his hips, but merely the very tip of the tentacle tickled his hole.
The tease jumped off again and sat by the throne, licking the tentacle as he blatantly stroked his cock.
“Is he going to fuck himself on it or not?” I asked Lothair. The show was edging me like crazy.
“Impatient, are you?”
I grunted.
Yes, I was.
And I loved the show.
It was filthy but beautiful, the dancer unbelievably skilled and so sexy I could have come in my pants with a few strokes over my bulge.
Finally, oh finally, the dancer sat on the throne. He threw his head back and began to move, gyrating his hips and writhing. The music quieted, and in the sudden silence, his high-pitched moans resonated.
He lifted his legs and, with his feet on the wide seat and hands clutching the armrests, he showed off his asshole as it glided over the thick tentacle, suckers popping in and out.
He fucked himself on the toy faster and faster, sometimes sinking down until his ass cheeks touched the seat, sometimes taking in the tip only.
The tentacle dildo glistened with his slick.
His cries grew in intensity, and the entire room seemed to hold its breath.
Then he arched and shivered, and drops of his cum glistened in the bright lights. He spilled all over himself then slumped on the throne. Breathing heavily, he just sat there, impaled.
Then he straightened in the seat, his feet on the floor and arms on the armrests, and glanced over the room like a true king.
Four naked alphas appeared, lifted the throne, and carried him away.
“That was interesting,” Lothair said. He was sprawled on the sofa, his drink empty and his cock tenting his pants.
The music started again, a lighter tune signaling a break, and servers filled the spaces between the private booths.
Our William soon turned up with glasses of water and took another order. This time, I asked for something bitter.
He flirted with Lothair outrageously, but somehow classy too. I could barely keep my eyes off his nipples.
I got why Lothair liked these places and parties. I felt like a live wire, frustrated with arousal but exhilarated too. Full of energy and a raw need to fuck. It was a heady feeling.
As I watched Lothair flirt back, I thought of what Conrad had said about fucking around.
About a need being a need. I didn’t want to hook up with a random omega, not without Lothair.
That was clear in my head now. But the thought of seeing him suck on those nipples…
He could bend dear William over the desk and push his huge, ridged cock through those ample ass cheeks.
I wanted to see him fuck an omega again. And it didn’t feel like a kink or a fantasy. It felt almost like a need. Like something my dragon desired.
My dragon craved to see my mate breed.
The realization made my heart pound.
Yes, we would have to find a way to get laid. Maybe one day, we’d find an omega, a dragon mate for us, and I could watch Lothair knot him. Get him pregnant. Half shifted.
Fuuuck.
William blew me a kiss before leaving with our order. I was throbbing in my pants.
“Terry?”
“I’m good,” I blurted.
Lothair raised one eyebrow. “Are you sure?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Because you look like you’re about to combust.”
“I…”
“Yes?”
“I’m thinking about the things Conrad said.”
Lothair lowered his voice, his face suddenly inches from mine. “Terry, baby, I want it too.”
“What?” I wasn’t playing dumb. I just didn’t have the right words.
“I want to fuck omegas with you.”
I nodded with relief. He got it. He felt the same. “We’ll need that,” I said.
“Yeah. It’s like… When you look at dear William here, I can almost feel your arousal in my own balls.”
Hell. That was spot on. Like our desires were connected through invisible strings, multiplying each other. “But not tonight. I’m…processing.”
“I know. Let’s just try and relax, okay? Enjoy the view. Then I’ll take care of you when we get home.”
I nodded, taking a deep breath.
LOTHAIR
The second show was pure madness. A large muscular alpha sat tied to a simple chair in nothing but a black eye mask while three omegas dressed as secret agents danced around him in an elaborate choreography that might have represented an interrogation.
They slowly stripped down to black latex underwear and began teasing the alpha, their touches bolder and bolder, until they took turns sucking his cock and licking his balls. He shook in his restraints, poor guy.
By the time the omegas took turns riding the alpha, Terry was panting next to me.
They came, all three of them, one by one, but the alpha didn’t. They made him stand.
Then one of the omegas took a flogger to the alpha’s straining cock.
I felt sorry for the poor man. His fat dick dripped slick, droplets splattering as the thin leather stripes hit it from all sides.
I winced, imagining how that must hurt, but the alpha didn’t lose his erection.
He yelled, though, twitching like crazy.
Then the omegas knelt and pushed out their asses, their loose, drooling holes exposed toward the audience, and they licked the alpha’s tortured cock. He came like a geyser, showering them with cum.
“Lothair, we need to go home. I can fucking smell their slick all the way from here.”
William sauntered over, flaunting his assets. With his hands on our table, he leaned closer, squeezing his ample, squishy tits together.
“Last order, gentlemen.”
“Thank you, William, but we need to go.”
The omega straightened, squaring his shoulders. He looked at Terrance.
“I hope you’ve had a pleasant night and that I’ll see you again soon.”
“Most definitely.”
He reached into his corset and took out a small piece of paper that he placed in front of Terry. He walked off with a swish to his hips.
Terry squinted at the note then gave it to me.
It held a phone number, of course, and one line of text in a rushed scrawl:
Threesome, discreet, no strings. I finish at one.
“That’s not against the rules?” Terry asked.
“No. They can do whatever they want. It’s just us, the alpha guests, who need rules because we’re pigs.”
Terry snorted. “Makes sense.”
“Let’s go home.”
He glanced in the direction that William had left in. “I know it’s a bad idea, but…”
“You wanted to suck those nips.”
He laughed. “Yeah.” Then he sighed. “But not tonight.”
“Soon. We’ll wrap our heads around these new urges, and maybe one day soon, we can try the place Conrad recommended.”
“Maybe.”
We exited the club in a hurry and strode to the car, which we’d parked in a public garage in the opposite building. Terry drove in silence, a little faster than he usually did. At home, we kissed on the stairs.
“Lothair, I’m so fucking horny. You can’t take me to places like that.”
“I told you. I love you horny.”
He bit my lip and squeezed my ass.
“I’m fucking coming out of my skin,” he growled.
“Take it out on me,” I offered. I was bound to go off like a rocket as soon as he got inside me.
He paused, pressing our foreheads together. “I have an idea.”
“Yes?”
“Let’s wrestle.”
I sputtered out a laugh. Coming from my slightly preppy mate, it sounded ridiculous.
“You can’t be serious.”
“I am. Let’s half shift and fight. The one who pins the other one down for longer than five seconds will top.”
It took me a moment to decipher that. “You’ll let me fuck you.”
His chest lifted with a deep breath, then his lips twitched with a smile. “Only if you win.”
“Then you’d better go clean up.”
We both prepped. Because I could see it happening—as soon as I got him under me, I would be getting inside him.
He met me in the fuck room, stark naked.
“Are you ready?” I asked, half expecting him to back out.
Instead of answering, he grew in front of my eyes, thorns rushing out of his head and shoulders, skin changing, and dick lengthening. My body responded automatically, but before I could spread my wings, he pounced.
We tumbled on the bed in a mess of wings and tails, rolling around and clawing at each other.
He was so fucking strong. He had me pinned under him, his hands like manacles on my wrists.
Using my tail to gain momentum, I bucked and threw him off, but before I could get on top of him, he bent my arm and made me slump into the mattress again. I kicked around, but he sat astride me.
Our hard cocks touched. Oh fuck.
I wanted to fuck him so bad.
This time, I was rougher. I hadn’t used my skills on him before, not wanting to hurt my mate, but something in me just snapped.
I threw him over my head and jumped up. He ended up in a heap on the floor, and before he could get to his knees, I was on him.
Sitting on his legs, I wrapped my arm around his tail and pulled hard, making him grunt.
With my other hand, I grabbed a thorn on his wing and dragged it toward his tail.
Terry roared, his back arching, arms flapping uselessly. Bowed backward like that, he couldn’t reach me.
“Fuck!”
“Are you mine, baby?”
“Fuck me. Fuck me already!”
I lifted him and threw him on the bed.
My mate scrambled to his knees and spread his legs. He pushed his ass out toward me, panting and shaking. His tail swished through the air, and his wings quivered.
“Did you let me win on purpose, Terry?”
“No.”
I licked his dry pucker, and he cried out.
“Don’t lie.”
Another lick.
“Oh, God, Lothair!”
I teased the small star with the tip of my tongue.
“You did, didn’t you?”
“Yes. I want you. Please, Lothair. I want to know how it feels.”
I grabbed his cock and squeezed the half-swollen knot. Then I slowly worked my tongue into his ass, listening to his wild moans.
I felt him getting close to an orgasm as if it were my own body.
I kissed his hole and knelt behind him.
“I’ll always give you whatever you want, Terry.”
“Love you, Lothair. Please. Fuck me.”
Rubbing my cock through his crease, I petted his tail. I wanted to sear this moment into my memory.