Chapter 1 The Dragon’s Heat Lance #4
I glanced back at the dragon, who wasn't even looking in my direction anymore. He'd completely dismissed me from his mind. Something hot and uncomfortable twisted in my gut.
"Sure,” I told the werewolf. “Get in the sling.”
Maybe I could make the dragon see what he was missing, make him jealous. Then he’d want me.
The werewolf practically bounded over to the sling, his tail wagging with excitement. I followed behind him, making sure to walk with my usual swagger. Let everyone, especially that arrogant dragon, see exactly what they could have.
"I've seen you here before," the werewolf said as he positioned himself in the leather sling, his furry legs spread wide. "Always wanted to feel that cock inside me."
"Everyone does," I replied, stroking myself back to full hardness. I positioned myself between his legs, admiring the view. Werewolves always had such tight asses despite how much they loved to get fucked. Something about their healing abilities kept everything nice and snug.
I glanced over my shoulder as I lined up my cock with the werewolf's entrance. The dragon still wasn't looking. His attention was on some book he'd pulled out of nowhere, completely ignoring the sex happening all around him. Including mine.
"Fuck me hard," the werewolf growled, his eyes glowing with lust. "Don't hold back."
I pushed inside him with one powerful thrust, earning a howl that echoed through the room. That had to get the dragon's attention. But when I looked back again, he hadn't even raised his eyes from his book.
What the fuck was his problem? Everyone wanted me. I'd had clients offer me thousands just to fuck them once. I'd had marriage proposals from guys I'd barely spoken to. Hell, I'd even been offered a modeling contract after fucking a fashion photographer.
Yet this overgrown lizard couldn't even be bothered to watch?
I turned my attention back to the werewolf, pounding into him with more force than I'd intended. He didn't seem to mind; if anything, he loved it, his claws digging into the chains that held the sling.
"Fuck yes," he panted, his cock slapping against his furry stomach with each thrust. "Just like that."
I established a brutal rhythm, the kind that usually had an audience gathering around to watch the show. And sure enough, several guys had stopped what they were doing to observe. Some were stroking themselves, others were whispering to each other. This was normal. This was how things should be.
But the one pair of eyes I wanted on me remained fixed on that fucking book.
"You like that, don't you?" I growled at the werewolf, slapping his thigh hard enough to leave a mark. "Like taking this big human cock?"
"God yes," he moaned, his body jerking with each impact. "Fuck, you're so big."
I smirked, making sure my voice carried across the room. "Biggest you've ever had?"
"Definitely," he gasped, though something in his tone made me think he was just saying what I wanted to hear.
I fucked him harder, the sling swinging with our momentum.
Sweat dripped down my chest, my muscles gleaming in the dim lighting.
I was giving everyone a show, and I knew I looked good doing it.
Every flex of my ass as I drove into the werewolf, every ripple of my back muscles, it was all part of the performance.
And still, that fucking dragon didn't look up.
"Oh fuck, I'm close," the werewolf panted, his cock leaking steadily onto his stomach. "Gonna cum—"
Before I could say anything, his ass clenched around me, this thick werewolf cock painting the floor with cum. He howled and roared with delight, going limp in the sling as the aftershocks swept through him. My cock slipped out and I didn’t bother putting it back in.
“Did you cum?” he asked breathlessly.
I just shook my head, too distracted to answer him properly.
“You can keep fucking me,” he offered.
I opened my mouth to respond, but a warm hand landed on my shoulder, cutting me off. I looked back. It was the dragon.
“Come with me,” he said.
Without hesitation, I followed him, my cock still hard and throbbing as it bounced against my thighs. The dragon led me over to the bed and patted the mattress for me to sit down. I grinned, thinking I’d finally won this little standoff of his. We both took a seat.
“That,” he said, looking down at me with those amber eyes. “Was sloppy.”
My brows furrowed instantly. “What? What do you mean, sloppy?”
The dragon simply nodded. “There’s a fuck machine over there in the corner.” He pointed to the opposite side of the room. “That werewolf would’ve gotten the same treatment from it that he got from you. It was sloppy and unenthusiastic. Is that the way you treat all your clients?”
“So you have heard of me!”
“You have a reputation,” the dragon nodded. “And not one that I find very interesting.”
“What the hell does that mean?!”
The dragon leaned close, his breath dancing over my lips.
“You swing your cock like a club in this bathhouse, bludgeoning anyone and anything that shows the slightest bit of interest. And it’s gone to your head.
You are an insufferable egotistical nightmare with no technique and no finesse.
” He glanced down at my cock, still throbbing between my legs.
“A large cock is the only thing you have to offer.”
I stared at him, not sure if I was turned on or pissed off. Probably a bit of both if I was being honest. Who was he to tell me that I was what? Bad at sex? I had tons of clients. I made my entire living off of my body in one way or another. What the hell did he know?
“But,” he said, looking me in the eye. “I can offer to train you. To help you be a better lover.”
I scoffed. "Train me? Are you serious right now?"
The dragon's amber eyes gleamed with amusement. "Completely serious. You have potential. Raw, unrefined potential. But you're wasting it."
"I make thousands of dollars fucking people," I shot back. "I think I know what I'm doing."
"You make thousands of dollars fucking desperate, wealthy people who don't know any better," he corrected. "That doesn't mean you're good at it. It means you've found a market niche."
I stood up, my pride stinging worse than if he'd slapped me across the face. "Listen, I didn't come here to be insulted by some overgrown lizard."
"Dragon," he corrected, his voice eerily calm. "And you came here looking for validation, which I'm not giving you. That's what's really bothering you."
I wanted to storm off, but something kept me rooted to the spot. Maybe it was curiosity, or maybe it was the fact that no one had ever spoken to me like this before.
"What's your name?" I asked, trying to regain some control of the conversation.
"Azurel," he replied. "Though I doubt you'll remember it, given how self-absorbed you are."
"I'm not—" I started, then stopped myself. This was going nowhere. "You know what? Forget it. Enjoy your book."
I turned to leave, but his tail snaked around my wrist, holding me in place. Not painfully, but firmly enough that I couldn't easily break free.
"I'm offering you something valuable," Azurel said, his voice lowering to a rumble that vibrated through my chest. "The chance to be truly exceptional, not just adequately endowed."
I looked down at his tail wrapped around my wrist, then back at his face. "And what do you get out of it?"
A smile spread across his reptilian features, revealing rows of sharp teeth. "Entertainment. It's been decades since I've taken on a project."
"A project?" I repeated, anger flaring again. "I'm not some fucking hobby."
"No," he agreed, releasing my wrist. "You're a sexually active human with an inflated ego and mediocre skills who could be so much more. The question is… do you want to be more, or are you content with being just another big dick in a bathhouse? Because someday, I guarantee you, someone will have a bigger one. Then you’ll be nothing.”
I should have told him to fuck off. Should have walked away and found someone who appreciated what I had to offer. Instead, I heard myself asking, "What would this training involve?"
Azurel's eyes lit up with genuine interest for the first time since I'd approached him.
"First, you'd have to agree to follow my instructions without question.
Second, you'd need to commit to regular sessions. And no, they won't all be sexual. Third, you need to admit you’re not the gods gift to this planet.”
I opened my mouth to protest, but stopped. Fuck, this was humiliating. I had clients who worshiped the ground I walked on, who begged for my attention, who paid obscene amounts of money just to have me look in their direction. And yet here I was, being told I was mediocre by some ancient lizard.
"I'm... not..." The words stuck in my throat. I couldn't bring myself to say it.
Azurel raised what I assumed was an eyebrow. "Can't even admit it? Perhaps I've overestimated you after all."
"Fine," I muttered, the word barely audible.
"I'm sorry, what was that?" Azurel leaned closer, cupping a clawed hand around where his ear would be if he had one. "I couldn't quite hear you over the sound of your ego deflating."
"I said fine!" I snapped, lowering my voice when I realized people were starting to stare. "I'm not... I might not be as good as I think I am. Happy?"
Azurel's lips curled into what might have been a smile. "It's a start. Now you must agree to regular sessions with me and to do what I say without question.”
I rolled my eyes. “Fine. Yes. I agree. You happy now?” God this lizard was irritating. “Anything else you need from me?”
“Yes,” Azurel nodded. “I need you allow me to fuck you.”
“What?!” I scoffed. “Right now?”
“Right now.”
“But I… I don’t bottom…”
“Then you’ll never be a good top,” he replied without hesitation. “If you don’t know how good it can feel, how can you hope to provide the same level of pleasure to someone else?”
“I… I don’t…”