Chapter 1 The Dragon’s Heat Lance #5
Azurel let out a long, warm sigh. “If you can’t even do this one thing, then you’re not cut out to be my pupil.” He leaned back on the bed, reaching for his book. “Leave and don’t bother me again.”
My hand slapped down on his book, pulling it away before I could stop myself. “I’m no quitter,” I growled, tossing the book away. “And I’m not going to let you win.”
“Interesting motivation,” he grinned. “But if that’s what motivates you tonight, so be it. We’ll fix that in time too.”
He reached up, pulling a rope at the corner of the large four poster bed. All the heavy curtains let go at once, swinging into place and blocking out the rest of the room.
“There,” he said, sliding higher on the bed. “Now we can work without an audience.”
The curtains, surprisingly, cut out almost all the ambient noise from the room around us. Little sounds got through here and there, but they were too muffled to make out what they were. I suddenly felt very alone and exposed and vulnerable. Definitely not a feeling I was used to.
The dragon's amber eyes seemed to glow in the dimly lit space behind the curtains. I swallowed hard, trying to maintain my composure.
"So... how does this work?" I asked, hating how uncertain my voice sounded. "I've never... I mean, I don't usually..."
"Clearly," Azurel said, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through the mattress beneath us. "First, come closer."
I hesitated for a moment before sliding up the bed toward him. His scales glimmered in the low light, dark blue like the deepest parts of the ocean.
"Lie on your back," he instructed.
"Wait, shouldn't we... I don't know, talk first or something?" I wasn't stalling. I definitely wasn't stalling.
Azurel tilted his head, regarding me with an expression that somehow managed to be both amused and disappointed at the same time.
"I thought you weren't a quitter," he said. "Already having second thoughts?"
"No," I replied quickly, too quickly. "Just... making conversation."
"The time for conversation has passed. Now is the time for you to learn." He gestured again to the center of the bed. "On your back, Lance."
The way he said my name sent an unexpected shiver down my spine.
I did as I was told, lying back against the plush bedding, my cock still semi-hard despite my nerves.
The ceiling above us was mirrored, I realized suddenly.
I could see myself, looking smaller than I ever had before next to Azurel's massive form.
"Good," Azurel said, moving to kneel between my legs. "Now, tell me how you prepare your partners."
"What?"
"When you're about to fuck someone," he clarified, his clawed hands resting lightly on my thighs, "how do you prepare them?"
"I mean... lube? Fingers? The usual stuff." I shrugged, trying to sound casual even as his claws traced patterns on my skin.
"Show me," he said, reaching beside the bed and producing a bottle of something that looked like oil. "Prepare yourself as you would prepare one of your clients."
I took the bottle from him, my hands embarrassingly unsteady. "You want me to finger myself? While you watch?"
"Yes." His expression was unreadable. "Unless you'd prefer I do it for you."
The thought of those clawed hands anywhere near my ass made the decision easy. "I'll do it."
I poured some of the oil onto my fingers, surprised by its warm, almost tingling sensation. It smelled faintly of something exotic I couldn't place. Taking a deep breath, I reached between my legs, circling my hole with one slick finger.
“Oh,” the dragon said. “I almost forgot.”
He leaned over me, his massive body radiating heat. My breath caught in my throat, the idea of his body on top of me going straight to my cock.
“You like that, huh?” he grinned, fishing for something under one of the pillows. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
When he sat back on his knees, he held up a shining gold ring.
“A cock ring?” I scoffed. “What? Can’t keep it up?”
My sass didn’t phase him. “You lash out when you’re feeling vulnerable. We’ll need to work on that.” He reached down between my legs, grabbing my cock and balls. “This ring is for you actually.” He slipped it on gently, making sure not to squish anything in the process. “It’s a magical ring.”
“Magical?” That didn’t sound real. Then again, a couple decades ago, neither were monsters. “What does it do?”
“Once I activate it like this,” he said, pressing a small green gem set into the top of it. There was a small click and a pleasant hum around my manhood. “You won’t be able to cum from touching yourself.”
“W-Wait… What?!” I pulled at it. “Take it off!”
“Oh, it won’t come off,” Azurel grinned, sharp rows of teeth glistening in the dim light. “Not until you cum from me fucking you.”
"W-What?!" I spluttered, yanking harder at the gold ring. It didn't budge, remaining snug around the base of my cock and balls. "That's not—you can't just—"
"I can, and I have," Azurel replied calmly. "Consider it motivation. If you want to cum tonight, you'll have to experience pleasure the way your partners do. From penetration."
My face burned with humiliation and anger. This wasn't how this was supposed to go. I was Lance, for fuck's sake. I didn't get cockblocked by magical jewelry.
"This is bullshit," I growled, still tugging at the ring. "Take it off right now."
"Or what?" Azurel asked, his amber eyes glittering with amusement. "You'll leave? Go ahead. But you'll be leaving with that ring still on. And trust me, after a few days of not being able to get off no matter how hard you try, you'll come crawling back, begging me to fuck you."
I stopped pulling at the ring, my mind racing. Was he bluffing? Could he really prevent me from cumming indefinitely? The thought made my stomach twist with dread.
"Fine," I muttered, letting my hands fall to my sides. I knew when I was beat. "Let's just get this over with."
"That's not the attitude I'm looking for," Azurel said, shaking his head. "If you rush through this, you'll learn nothing. And I'll know if you're not fully present."
I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. "What do you want from me?"
"I want you to continue preparing yourself," he said, gesturing to my abandoned task. "And I want you to pay attention to how it feels. Not just physically, but emotionally."
Gritting my teeth, I reached between my legs again, circling my hole with slick fingers. I'd done this to countless men, but doing it to myself felt completely different. I was… vulnerable. Exposed.
"That's it," Azurel encouraged, his voice dropping to a softer register. "Take your time."
I pressed one finger against my entrance, wincing slightly as the tip breached the tight ring of muscle. It felt... strange. Not painful exactly, but foreign.
"Breathe," Azurel instructed. "Your body will resist if you're tense."
I hadn't even realized I was holding my breath. I exhaled slowly, forcing myself to relax as I pushed my finger deeper inside.
"How many fingers do you usually use on your partners before you fuck them?" Azurel asked, watching me intently.
"Two," I admitted. "Sometimes three if they're tight."
"And how long do you spend on preparation?"
I shrugged. "I don't know. A minute? Two?"
Azurel's expression darkened. "A minute? No wonder your performance was so lackluster. Your partners aren’t properly prepared.” He scooted forward on the bed, grabbing my ankles and pulling me closer so he was between my legs. “Let me show you how it should feel.”
I watched, heart racing, as Azurel gently pushed my hand away. His claws retracted, revealing surprisingly dexterous fingers beneath.
"Trust me," he said, his voice low and commanding. “I won’t hurt you.”
His scales felt smooth against my skin as he positioned my legs wider. I couldn't believe this was happening. Me, on my back, about to get fingered by a fucking dragon. If any of my clients could see me now...
"Focus," Azurel commanded, as if reading my thoughts. "Be present in your body."
I felt the cool press of more oil against my hole as he drizzled it directly onto me. Then his fingers were there, circling slowly, applying gentle pressure without pushing in.
"This," he said, "is how preparation begins. Not with invasion, but with invitation."
His touch was maddening, coaxing my muscles to relax without me even trying. Despite my anger about the cock ring, I found myself pushing against his fingers, wanting more.
"Patience," he chided. "Another thing you lack."
Finally, he slipped one thick finger inside me, and I gasped. It felt different from my own. His was warmer, his movements more deliberate. He curved it slightly, searching, and then—
"Holy fuck!" I arched off the bed as he found my prostate, sending a jolt of pleasure up my spine that made my cock jump.
"There we are," Azurel said, sounding pleased. "When was the last time you made one of your partners react like that?"
I couldn't answer. I was too busy trying to process the sensation as he continued to massage that spot with maddening precision.
"I—I don't—" I stammered, my hips moving of their own accord.
"You don't know," he finished for me. "Because you've never taken the time to learn their bodies. You think size is all that matters. But you don’t plant a garden with a jackhammer."
He added a second finger, stretching me slowly. The burn was there, but it mingled with pleasure in a way I hadn't expected.
"Fuck," I breathed, my cock now fully hard despite my earlier resistance.
"Tell me how it feels," he demanded, continuing his relentless attention to my prostate.
"Good," I admitted, the word dragged from me. "It feels... really good."
"Be specific," he pressed, adding more oil and a third finger. "What exactly feels good?"
I groaned as he spread his fingers, stretching me wider. "The pressure. The friction. The way you're touching that spot."
"That spot has a name," Azurel said. "Your prostate. Something you should be intimately familiar with if you're fucking men for a living."