Chapter 1 The Dragon’s Heat Lance #6
I wanted to snap back at him, but he chose that moment to press harder, and whatever retort I had died in my throat, replaced by a moan I barely recognized as my own.
"Listen to yourself," he said, his amber eyes locked on mine. "That sound you’re making is something you should look for in others. You need to find their pleasure and…” He curled his finger, pressing against my prostate in a way that made me see stars. “Give them exactly what they need.”
His words and actions were sending me into sensory overload. I could barely process what he was saying through the waves of pleasure crashing through me. My cock strained against the magical ring, desperate for release that couldn't come.
"Christ," I gasped, my hips bucking involuntarily. "I get it, okay? I fucking get it."
"No," Azurel said firmly, withdrawing his fingers slowly. "You don't get it yet. But you will."
I felt suddenly empty, my body clenching around nothing.
Before I could complain, I watched as Azurel looked down at his own body.
I followed his gaze, wondering what he was looking at.
His fingers gently found a seam I hadn’t noticed before, and from it emerged not one but two thick, ridged cocks, side by side.
They were a light sea-blue color, almost glowing in the dim light, covered in bumps and ridges that made my ass clench involuntarily.
"Holy shit," I breathed, my eyes widening. "You have two?"
"Dragons always have two," Azurel said with a smirk. "Bet you didn’t know that before you walked over here and tried to proposition me, did you?”
He leaned over me, his massive form blocking the mirrored view of myself. All I could see was him. His scales were gleaming, eyes burning, and his twin cocks jutted proudly between us.
"Last chance to back out," he offered, though his tone suggested he knew I wouldn't.
I swallowed hard. "Just... go slow, alright? I've never—"
"I know." His voice softened slightly. "Trust me."
I nodded, unable to form words as he positioned one of his cocks against my entrance. The head felt smooth despite the ridges, slick with some kind of natural lubricant that was warmer than the oil we'd used.
"Breathe," he reminded me as he began to push forward.
I tried, I really did, but the pressure was intense. The stretch burned despite his careful preparation. I gripped the sheets beneath me, my knuckles turning white.
"Relax," he murmured, his free hand stroking my thigh soothingly. "Your body will accept me if you let it."
I forced myself to take a deep breath, then another. Gradually, the burning sensation gave way to a feeling of fullness unlike anything I'd experienced before. He was inside me, his ridged cock stretching me in ways I hadn't known were possible while the other sat throbbing against my balls.
"There," he said, holding still once he was fully seated. "How does it feel?"
"Full," I managed, my voice strained. "So fucking full."
Azurel nodded approvingly. "Now imagine being on the other side. Feeling someone's body welcome you like this. It's not just about getting off, Lance. It's about connection."
I would have rolled my eyes if I hadn't been so distracted by the sensations coursing through my body. He began to move, pulling out slightly before pushing back in, establishing a rhythm. And to my surprise, the burn faded quickly giving into absolute pleasure.
“It… It doesn’t hurt anymore…” I said with a tone of surprise.
He buried himself to the hilt once more, pausing only for a moment to answer.
“Of course not. My cock secretes a warming fluid that relaxes the body and makes it more sensitive.” He smirked at me, those amber eyes glowing in the dim light.
“How else would I ever get you to take both of my cocks at once?”
“B-Both?!” I stammered, suddenly terrified.
“Trust me,” he cooed, leaning down and running his long, thick tongue up my belly to my chest, a trail of saliva in its wake. “I won’t hurt you. We’ll go nice and slow. Anyway, I still need to fuck you for a bit first.”
I stared at him in shock, my heart still hammering against my ribcage at the thought of taking both his giant cocks at once. "I don’t know if I can—"
"You can and you will," Azurel said, his twin cocks throbbing against me, one already buried deep inside. "But we have time. Let me show you what it feels like to be properly fucked first."
He began to move with purpose now, each thrust carefully angled to hit my prostate. The bumps and ridges along his shaft created sensations I'd never imagined possible, sending waves of pleasure radiating through my body with every movement.
"Oh fuck," I gasped, my back arching off the bed. My cock was painfully hard, straining against the magical ring that prevented my release.
"Pay attention," Azurel commanded, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through me. "Notice how I'm moving. The angle. The pace. The variation."
But it was hard to focus on technique when I was being overwhelmed by sensation. His cock seemed to pulse inside me, the ridges catching on my rim with each withdrawal before plunging back in. My prostate was under constant assault, sending sparks of pleasure up my spine that made my toes curl.
"I can't—" I panted, my hips moving involuntarily to meet his thrusts. "It's too much."
"This is how your partners feel," Azurel said, his amber eyes locked on mine. "Or how they should feel, if you were doing your job properly."
His words stung, but I couldn't deny the truth in them. I'd never made anyone feel like this. I'd been too focused on my own pleasure, on the power I felt when I was buried in someone else.
Azurel shifted slightly, changing the angle of his thrusts, and suddenly the pleasure intensified tenfold. I cried out, my hands scrabbling for purchase on his scales.
"There," he said with satisfaction. "That's what you should be looking for. That reaction. That surrender."
I couldn't respond. My body was no longer my own. It belonged to him, to the rhythm he established, to the pleasure he was forcing me to acknowledge. My cock leaked pre-cum steadily despite the ring, forming a puddle on my stomach.
"Please," I found myself begging, though I wasn't sure what for.
"Not yet," Azurel said, slowing his pace to an agonizing crawl. "We're just getting started."
He withdrew completely, leaving me empty and aching. Before I could protest, I felt the head of his second cock pressing against my entrance alongside the first. The pressure was intense, bordering on painful.
"Wait," I gasped, panic rising in my chest. "I can't take both. There's no way."
"You can," Azurel assured me, his free hand stroking my thigh soothingly. "And you will. But first, a little more preparation."
This time he dove down between my legs. I wasn’t sure what he was doing until a sudden heat filled me. I let out a sharp gasp, feeling his tongue plunge inside me.
His tongue was impossibly hot and long, delving deep inside me with inhuman dexterity. I'd never felt anything like it. It was rough yet soft, probing and twisting in ways no human tongue could. My legs trembled as he worked me open, his saliva seeming to tingle and warm everywhere it touched.
"Holy fuck," I moaned, unable to control the volume of my voice. My head fell back against the mattress as he continued his assault, my cock straining painfully against the golden ring.
When he finally pulled away, I was panting, my hole slick and twitching. I felt more open than before, more relaxed, though I still couldn't imagine taking both his massive cocks at once.
"Dragon saliva is also relaxing… and very slick," Azurel said, positioning himself between my legs again. "Now you're ready."
I felt the pressure of both cock heads against my entrance, pressing insistently but not yet breaching me.
"Breathe," he reminded me. "And push out slightly as I push in."
I did as instructed, wanting release so fucking bad that I could barely think.
I took deep breaths and forced myself to relax as he began to press forward.
There was resistance, then a sudden giving way as the twin heads popped past my rim.
The stretch was incredible, burning despite all the preparation, but not exactly painful. Still, I could barely breathe.
"Fuck!" I gasped, my eyes wide as I stared up at him. "How are you—"
"Shhh," he soothed, one clawed hand stroking my chest. "Just feel."
He pushed deeper, the double width of his cocks stretching me impossibly wide. I could feel every ridge, every bump as they slid inside, the sensation overwhelming. My prostate was being stimulated constantly now, trapped between the twin shafts as they invaded me.
"Oh god," I moaned, my hands fisting in the sheets. "I can't—it's too—"
"You can," Azurel assured me, his voice a deep rumble that seemed to vibrate through my entire body. "You're taking me beautifully."
The praise sent an unexpected thrill through me. I was used to being the one giving validation, not receiving it. But hearing those words from him made me want to please him even more. It awakened a side of me I didn’t know needed to be let out.
When he was fully seated inside me, both cocks buried to the hilt, he paused, letting me adjust to the overwhelming fullness. I felt split open, completely at his mercy in a way I'd never experienced before.
"How does it feel?" he asked, his amber eyes studying my face.
"Full," I managed, my voice barely above a whisper. "So fucking full I can't think straight."
He smiled, showing those sharp teeth. "Good. Now I'm going to move, and you're going to learn what it truly means to be fucked properly."
He began to withdraw, the drag of his ridged cocks against my inner walls sending shockwaves of pleasure through me.
Then he pushed back in, starting a slow, deliberate rhythm that had me gasping with each thrust. The twin shafts moved slightly independently of each other, creating a rippling sensation inside me that defied description.