Chapter 1 The Dragon’s Heat Lance #3
“You can touch it if you want,” I said, stretching languidly and flexing the muscle that made my dick bounce. “You can even use your mouth if you want.” I gave him a shrug like I didn’t care either way. Guys loved it when you were aloof. “Up to you.”
I closed my eyes again, leaning back against the wall.
I felt the bench shift as the guy slid closer to me.
I didn't bother opening my eyes again. I already knew what was happening.
His presence radiated heat that had nothing to do with the sauna, and then I felt tentative fingers brushing against my inner thigh.
"That's it," I encouraged, still not looking. "Don't be shy."
His fingers traveled higher, tracing the lines of my tribal tattoo before wrapping around the base of my cock.
His touch was hesitant at first, then grew bolder as I let out an appreciative grunt.
I finally opened my eyes to look at him.
He was in his mid-thirties, decent build, nothing special but not bad either.
And, just as I expected, a wedding ring tan line. Typical.
"You like what you see?" I asked, knowing the answer.
He nodded, mesmerized, as he stroked me to full hardness. "You're fucking huge."
I smirked. I'd heard it all before, but it never got old. "Yeah, I know.” I reached up, grabbing a fistful of his hair. “Now suck my cock.”
He didn't need to be told twice. Sliding off the bench, he positioned himself between my legs and took me into his mouth. The wet heat engulfed me, and I groaned, threading my fingers through his hair once more. He didn’t have a bad technique either.
Clearly this was not his first time cheating on the wife.
I guided his head, setting the pace I wanted. "Deeper," I commanded, pushing him down until I felt the back of his throat. He gagged slightly but adjusted, eager to please. These types always were.
After a few minutes of letting him worship me, I grew bored. This wasn't what I came here for tonight. I needed something more than just another eager mouth on my cock.
"That's enough," I said, pulling him off. His lips were swollen, eyes watery, a look of confusion and disappointment on his face. "You're good, but I'm looking for something else tonight."
He nodded, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Can I... can I get your number?"
I laughed. "Sorry, buddy. I don't do callbacks." I stood, cock bobbing in his face. "Thanks for the warm-up though."
I left him there, hard and unsatisfied. Not my problem. Tonight I wanted something more interesting than just another closeted suburban dad. I got enough of those at work.
The play rooms were next on my circuit. I always enjoyed taking a turn with the insatiable bottom in the sex swing, feeling several other member’s loads churning inside his ass as I fucked him.
I wasn’t sure if that’s where I wanted to finish tonight, but it sounded fun for the moment.
Besides, there were usually a few monsters up there too.
That always made things more interesting.
When I reached the top floor, I paused in the doorway to survey the scene.
The main room had several stations set up.
There was a swing in one corner, a BDSM stock in another, and various padded benches and platforms scattered throughout.
About a dozen guys were engaged in various activities, most of them paired off.
But what caught my eye wasn't the swing or the human action happening around it.
In the far corner of the room, lounging on what looked like a giant four poster bed, was a dragon.
Not one of those tiny drakes that could pass for a large iguana, but a proper dragon.
He was at least seven feet tall standing, with deep blue scales that shimmered almost black in the low light.
I'd seen monsters of all types here before, but dragons were rare. Extremely rare. As far as I knew, there were only a handful in the world. They were incredibly long-lived and kept mostly to themselves. Most saw humans as lesser creatures that weren’t worth their time.
But this one, apparently, was tolerant enough to come to a bathhouse. Although he looked very bored.
I tried not to be obvious as I kept my eye on him, moving around the outside edge of the room.
The dragon's scales glinted as he shifted position, stretching out along the bed like he owned the place.
Unlike the humans eagerly seeking attention, he seemed completely unbothered by the activities around him.
No one approached him, either. They all kept a respectful distance, stealing glances but never daring to get close.
That intrigued me. I was used to being the center of attention, the one everyone wanted a piece of. But this dragon was commanding the room without even trying. His presence rendered me nearly unseen. That wasn’t normal for me.
I made my decision instantly. I was going to fuck that dragon.
I strutted across the room, my cock still semi-hard from the sauna encounter. A few guys reached out to touch me as I passed, but I brushed them off. My focus was singular now.
As I got closer, I could see the dragon's features more clearly.
His face was angular and aristocratic, with gleaming amber eyes that seemed to glow from within.
Horns curved back from his forehead, and a ridge of smaller spines ran down his neck.
His body was muscular but lean, with powerful limbs ending in wicked-looking claws.
He was easily twice my size in every direction. It was… hot.
The only thing I didn’t see was his cock.
His lower abdomen, while exposed, was just well muscled and covered in scales.
This was a men’s only bathhouse, so I knew he was male.
But where his genitals were, I didn’t know.
And honestly, I didn’t really care either.
I was going to fuck him, not the other way around.
When I reached the edge of his bed, those amber eyes flicked toward me briefly before returning to stare at nothing in particular. He didn't acknowledge me otherwise.
"Hey," I said, putting on my most charming smile. "Mind if I join you?"
The dragon sighed, a sound like steam escaping a vent. "I do, actually."
His voice was deep and resonant, with an accent I couldn't place. And he'd just... dismissed me? Like I was some nobody?
"I'm Lance," I persisted, as if he hadn't just blown me off. "Personal trainer. Maybe you've heard of me?"
The dragon's eyes narrowed slightly. "Nope."
I faltered for a second but recovered quickly. "Well, now you have. And trust me, you'll remember the name." I flexed subtly, making sure he got a good look at what I was offering.
The dragon's expression didn't change. "Is there something you want, human? Besides stating your occupation and name?"
"I thought that was obvious," I said, gesturing to the bed he was lounging on. "I'm offering you a good time. Best you'll get in this place, guaranteed."
The dragon actually laughed at that, a rumbling sound that vibrated through the air. "How generous of you to offer your services.” He leaned forward, his snout inches from my lips. “No thanks.”
I felt heat rising to my face that had nothing to do with the room temperature. Nobody turned me down. Ever. Especially not when I was standing there with my dick out, offering myself up like a fucking gift.
"Your loss," I said, trying to sound casual. "Plenty of others here who know a good thing when they see it."
"I'm sure there are," the dragon replied, sounding bored again. "You should go find one of them."
Instead of walking away, I doubled down. "Look, I get it," I said, stepping closer to the dragon. "You're playing hard to get. It's fine, I like a challenge."
The dragon's eyes narrowed dangerously, a thin wisp of smoke curling from his nostrils. "You really don't, human."
"Lance," I corrected. "And I think I know what I like."
I reached out, intending to touch those gleaming scales, but before my fingers made contact, the dragon's tail whipped around with startling speed, stopping just short of my wrist. The message was clear. Touch me and regret it.
"I don't play games," the dragon said, his voice dropping an octave. "And I'm certainly not playing hard to get. I'm simply not interested."
A couple of nearby guys had stopped what they were doing to watch the exchange. I could feel their eyes on us, waiting to see what would happen next. This wasn't how things usually went for me. I was Lance, for fuck's sake. The guy everyone wanted to be fucked by.
"Look," I said, lowering my voice. "I've never been with a dragon before. You've probably never been with someone like me. We could have some fun together."
The dragon's expression shifted to something resembling amusement mixed with pity. "Someone like you? I've been alive for three centuries, human. Trust me when I say I've seen it all before."
That stung. Three hundred years? He'd probably fucked thousands of guys better looking than me. But still, I wasn't used to being dismissed so easily.
"Fine," I said, trying to salvage my pride. "Your loss. There are plenty of others here who'd kill for a chance with me."
"Then by all means," the dragon said, gesturing toward the rest of the room with a clawed hand. "Don't let me keep you from your adoring fans."
I turned away, my face burning with humiliation. This wasn't how my night was supposed to go. I was the one who did the rejecting, not the other way around.
As I walked back toward the main area, a werewolf approached me, his eyes hungry. Any other night, I would have been all over him. Werewolves were always a good fuck. They were enthusiastic and insatiable. But tonight, I couldn't focus on anything except the sting of rejection.
"Hey," the werewolf said, his voice a low growl as his eyes dipped to my cock. "Wanna fuck me in the sling?”