2. Blake #2
He touched me, sneaking his hand between my thighs to weigh my cock and balls, rolling them in his hand.
“I’m impressed you didn’t piss yourself when you were snatched up,” the man behind me growled.
His breath fell warmly against the backs of my thighs, and the hair on my legs stood on end. I laughed weakly, turning my cheek against the tabletop to glance back at the dragon.
“I’ve always considered it would be a great victory to avoid soiling myself in death.”
“Well—” He leaned in. The bridge of his nose pressed between my cheeks and he inhaled so deep that a flush rushed up my neck. “I appreciate the effort.”
Apparently he did, because the next thing I felt was the warmth of a flat tongue against the backs of my balls.
My hips jerked, and he dragged himself up, up, up across the sensitive skin behind them.
No one had ever seemed quite so eager or so confident to get at me, but this dragon had no compunction whatsoever as he swirled his softened tongue around my pucker.
His slow, languorous ministrations had me melting before him, panting against the cloak and the rock tabletop beneath it.
When I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, he gripped my ass and spread my cheeks apart. With his tongue flexed, he slipped the tip of it into me, and I whined.
Was this common for dragons? My breath came faster. I stood on my toes, spreading my legs wider. It felt nice.
“Do you like his tongue?” One of the others had wandered to my side. His cloak hung open around his erection, and he stared at me with sea-green eyes, biting his bottom lip.
I laughed breathily. “Yes, but I think I’ll like his cock better.”
Intent on proving me wrong, the dragon behind me sucked a finger into his mouth and then slipped it into my ass.
“Gareth, the oil?” the sandy-haired dragon asked before he dove back in, fucking me with his finger while he licked all around it.
A few moments later, I felt the cool drip of oil between my cheeks. While he worked his fingers in my hole, he bent to suck my sac into his mouth with softened lips. I jerked, and my cock twitched.
He pulled off my balls with a pop.
“You taken cock before?” he asked as he stood up.
He was fully naked, and his dick nudged the back of my thigh. I shivered.
“I have.”
“Good.”
His tip pressed against my hole, and he pushed it in slow, stretching me as he sank inside, inch by slow inch.
It was too much, too full. He’d licked me soft, but there was nothing like the stretch of a cock. I reminded myself to breathe, bracing my forearms on the table until he was fully seated.
“So warm,” he praised, sweeping his hand flat up my back. “You feel nice.”
“You’re one to talk,” I replied, rolling my hips. “But you don’t have to stay nice.”
He thrust, and my toes curled. I moaned, and the dragon let out a pleased little laugh.
He fucked me to the cadence of wet sounds, the squelch of him sinking inside fast and hard.
“Hurry up, Harri,” the dragon to my left begged.
His cloak was hanging open, and his fist striped fast over his flushed cock.
It was a deep pink, swollen and fat at the tip, the head glistening in the light of the setting sun.
That bulbous head looked soft as a ripe peach, and I swallowed. My mouth was watering already.
I looked up at the dragon, and his jaw clenched. I couldn’t tell if he was angry, or merely focusing very hard.
“I could help you,” I offered.
The dragon beside me only frowned a moment, perhaps weighing whether or not to trust me. What man hadn’t fretted over teeth in such close proximity to his cock? By the time I licked my lips, it was over. The dragon clutched my jaw and pressed his tip against my lips.
I opened for him, holding his eye, and he was—
Fuck, but he was clumsy and untried. He thrust his cock into my mouth, and the tip of it shoved into the soft palette at the back of my mouth. I choked as he thrust into my throat, gasping through my nose as my body jerked against the sudden panic that I was suffocating.
“Bran—” The blue-eyed dragon snapped from across the fire, his voice carrying a warning note.
“Sorry,” the dragon fucking my mouth rasped. He pulled back, and I coughed, gasping a couple deep breaths. His sea-green eyes swam with worry as he massaged the front of my throat. “Did I hurt you?”
With my eyes watering, I shook my head. “Try again.”
This time, I knew what I was in for, so I took a deep breath first. He went a little easier, and I relaxed my jaw for him.
“He likes that.” Harri’s voice came out strained as his hips slapped against my ass. “He’s clenching around me so hard.” A sudden crack, and a blossoming sting—it took a second to put together that the dragon had slapped my ass while he rode me. “They sure make humans tight, don’t they?”
He panted roughly. His fingers dug into my hips hard enough to bruise.
He fucked me deep, his pace unrelenting—a blunt instrument, but he got the job done.
He roared as he buried himself inside me, and I felt the rolling flex of his hips as instinct drove him to fuck his seed deeper and eke out a little more pleasure.
The laugh he gave afterward was breathy, and he braced himself against my back, patting the small of it like he would a favored horse.
“Get out of the way,” Bran ground out. “I’m gonna come. I want to do it in his ass.”
Harri slipped out of me, and I didn’t like the cool wet of air against the most intimate parts of me. There was a hasty shuffle, then a nudge as Bran lined himself up. He thrust inside in one smooth move, and I gasped against the cloak under me.
Bran didn’t last long. A few frantic thrusts, and the mess of their mixed spend dripped down the backs of my thighs when he pulled out.
“You have to try him,” Bran called over my head.
It didn’t make sense to me until the dragon across the campfire growled, “No.”
One syllable, and it hit my chest like a fist-sized ball of hail.
He hated me. I couldn’t blame him for it, and I was sure I was meant to feel the same about him, but having someone who felt that strongly watch as his clan worked through me one by one—there was something delicious about that.
Shame turned my neck red, but I lifted my head to meet his eyes across the flames.
“Gareth?” Bran asked, ignorant of the lightning shooting between us.
The third dragon was the first who had the sense to hold my hands behind my back. He pinned both wrists at the small of my back with one enormous fist, as if I’d make it through taking two throbbing dragon cocks but on the third, start throwing magic around to hurt them all.
Didn’t matter. Being held prostrate made my skin hot. I had no choice but to surrender to him entirely.
He shoved his cock into me and I grunted. It didn’t hurt to be stretched like this, not exactly. I was just—
There was a hunger. A need that drew my balls up tight.
I was so fucking horny, boiled down to a needy hole and all the wayward limbs attached to it.
Gareth slid his rough hand up my back, along my spine, only to comb his fingers through my hair. I’d been teased and fucked for the better part of an hour, and every part of my skin was alight, even before he gripped his fingers and twisted my hair and pulled me back.
Gareth was damnably intentional with the way he used my caught wrists to tilt my hips just so, how he pulled me toward him so my back arched in the perfect way, making his every thrust rub that spot inside me that felt so fucking good.
I whimpered, gasping. Air wasn’t necessary anymore, not when he was fucking me like that.
“What are you doing to him?” Harri asked Gareth, leaning over to take in my profile, the way my spit-slick lips hung open and my eyes rolled back.
My cock bobbed obscenely in front of me, straining straight out, precome leaking generously from the tip and dripping down in a string toward the table.
Gareth only grunted, thrusting inside so hard that the table’s edge dug into my bruised thighs.
I didn’t recognize the sound coming out of my throat—something between a whimper and a cry.
My eyelids fluttered and I could hardly see what was in front of me.
Wouldn’t have cared about it either, if it weren’t for those gleaming sapphire eyes locked on me as the dragon who’d carried me here watched his brethren take me apart.
The whole world narrowed down to the shine of those eyes and the blunt sweep of the cock inside me.
It was too much, pressing on a spot that made it feel like he’d fuck the come right out of me.
If I could just get a little friction on my dick, just a touch—I was so close, and I wanted it so bad, but the way the dragon fucked me had stolen any possibility that I could open my mouth and produce a cogent word to beg for it.
If this was how I died, so be it, but moons above, let me come. I gasped, my whole body taught and on edge. Behind me, the dragon adjusted his hand in my hair. My head slumped down—I couldn’t hold it up on my own—but fuck, it gave me a chance to glance over the sapphire-eyed dragon’s body.
He said he wasn’t interested in fucking me, but his body hinted otherwise.
He was sitting stiff in his seat, his robe-like clothing tented over the most impressive erection I’d ever seen.
It was just cloth, but I’d swear his cock went halfway down his thigh, hard and thick and—fuck, I wished he’d come over and fuck me with it.
He wouldn’t even have to touch me. Just let me look at the thing while he brought himself to climax and spent all over my face.
But the bastard wasn’t moving. He just glared at me.
And then Gareth adjusted his grip on my hair again. He jerked me toward him, and my back arched, and the angle of it was so fucking perfect.
I came with a broken sob, his cock rubbing over my prostate again and again while streaks of white shot halfway across the tabletop.
My thighs shook. I shoved myself back to take him as deep as I could, and he ground inside. The growl he made was muffled behind clenched teeth, but I felt him bury as deep as he could. His body went rigid, and his teeth—sharper than a human’s—pressed against my shoulder a moment later.
Trembling and panting, I had no idea how long he held me up, but when he let me go, he eased me down gently. I melted onto the table, letting my cheek press the cool stone beneath me as I struggled to catch my breath.
Gareth’s fingers eased in my hair, and rather than pull again or jerk away now that he was done with me, he combed my ginger curls behind my ear and traced the corner of my jaw with a sweep of his callused thumb.
“I want to see if we can milk him dry like this,” Gareth murmured, his voice almost, almost affectionate as he kept touching my face so gently. A shiver ran through me, and I arched my back, lifting my ass in a silent offer.
He didn’t take it, just stroked my face and leaned down until his breath tickled my ear. “Do you think you can take more, human?”
I whimpered, blinking my eyes open to his stony gray ones just above me. “More,” I echoed. It was the only word that made sense to me anymore, but I nodded, and the dragon rewarded me with a grin that said I’d done very well.
“Let me back in,” the second dragon demanded, sea-green eyes flashing with hunger.
Gareth moved out of the way.
It was only fair; Bran had only gotten a moment inside.