Chapter 462: Be A Good Dragon & Let Me Ride You

Somewhere in Drakencrest, Griffin sneezed and didn’t know why.

"New plan. I ride. You watch. Then we rotate." Astrelle was already straddling Brennan before the sentence finished.

"That’s not a rotation. You just went! That’s a SEIZURE OF POWER."

"Call it what you want. I’m calling it my turn."

Talia stopped kissing his neck. "He’s not a HORSE, Astrelle."

Brennan opened one eye. "I could be a horse."

Astrelle was already sinking down onto him and moving.

"Oh, Goddess. That feels lovely," Brennan gasped. His eyes closed.

Talia went back to his neck. Velora went back to his chest. The rotation that wasn’t a rotation had settled into a formation that worked despite nobody agreeing to it.

"Whichever of us makes him cum gets to be his girlfriend. Right, Brennan?" Astrelle said, mid-roll.

"Okay," Brennan said, not opening his eyes.

"That’s not fair. She’s ON him. She has a head start," Talia protested.

"Life’s not fair. Ride faster," Astrelle replied without breaking rhythm.

"I CAN’T RIDE HIM BECAUSE YOU ARE ON HIM!"

"What if we do how quickly we make him cum. Can we do that instead, Brennan?" Velora asked.

"Okay, that works too."

"Deal," Talia agreed. "You’ve been on him for awhile, Astrelle. We are counting mouth too."

Astrelle’s head tipped back as she ground down hard in tight circles, chasing it. Then she started moaning very loud.

"Brennan—! Fuck, Brennan—! I’m cumming. Don’t stop!"

Astrelle’s moans hit Ryker’s ears across the chamber, and his entire worldview restructured in real time. He stopped mid-sentence. Surely he had misheard—

"Oh gods. Yes. Right there, Brennan," Astrelle screamed louder.

Ryker heard it. Processed it. Rejected the processing. Processed it again. Brennan Pike was being screamed at by a woman who was cumming on him while two others waited for their qualifying round. Brennan, who had ordered a JUICE while holding a BALL. The guy who was being fed with a spoon a moment ago. That guy. Time trials on his cock.

"Sterling," Ryker called.

No answer.

Ryker glanced over at his friend and his jaw dropped.

Sterling had one grinding on him and another angry about it.

Somewhere in Drakencrest, Griffin sneezed again. He looked up from a sandwich that was cut into rectangles. Nobody was there. The sneeze felt personal. He couldn’t explain it. He went back to his sandwich.

"Sterling, Sterling Sterling!" Electra grinned, then slid the thin straps of her dress off her shoulders.

The fabric pooled at her waist. She took both of Sterling’s hands and guided them up the newly bare skin. Then she sank down onto him in one smooth motion, and the breath left him in a rough sound.

She stayed still for a moment, letting him feel the stretch and the heat. Then she started to move. Slow, unhurried rolls of her hips that kept him deep.

"I love it here," Sterling groaned.

The woman behind her stayed pressed close, one hand sliding around to cup Electra’s breast where Sterling’s fingers weren’t already, the other dipping lower in between Electra’s legs.

Electra didn’t mind.

"Fuck." Sterling’s dragon surged hard enough that the chair creaked again under them. "Electra. I—"

Electra’s mouth found his again, cutting him off mid-sentence.

"You’re mine, dragon," she said against his lips as she rode him faster.

Then she stopped suddenly, staying fully seated on him, and looked him in the eye until his breath came ragged.

"Say my name."

"Electra," he panted.

She smiled, small and pleased, and started riding him again, faster. The other one’s fingers pressed and circled, until Electra’s mouth fell open on a low moan.

Sterling’s dragon rose again. "Fuck. Electra. You’re doing something—"

Electra stopped moving again and pressed one finger onto Sterling’s lips.

"My turn. Say my name, dragon. Phaedra," the other one said from over Electra’s shoulder.

Sterling’s hands flexed on both of them. "Phaedra."

Only then did Electra roll her hips again, slow at first, then building. Phaedra leaned in over Electra’s shoulder and kissed him, open-mouthed and unhurried, while Electra kept riding.

"Right there—!" Electra’s rhythm stuttered. Her thighs tightened around him and she came with a broken sound, clenching hard around his cock, hips jerking as Phaedra’s fingers kept working her through it.

Sterling’s dragon pushed again at the feel of her, a hot rush under his ribs that made him thrust up sharp and helpless into the tight, pulsing grip.

Phaedra didn’t let the moment pass. Her hand slid down to where they were joined, squeezing lightly at the base of him.

"Tell Electra you want to come inside her."

His voice came out rough and cracked. "Electra, I want to come inside you."

Electra smiled, flushed and still shaking, and sank all the way down until he was as deep as he could go. She stayed there, locked around him, and kissed the corner of his mouth.

"Then do it, dragon."

"I am fighting the urge to mark you, Electra," he gritted.

"Mark me, then."

"It’s permanent—"

"I know what it is. Do it. I dare you."

That did it.

Sterling’s control snapped. His fangs dropped and he struck, sinking them into the curve of her neck and shoulder.

A first.

He never did that with his ex-fiancée or any girlfriend.

Electra’s whole body jolted. A sharp, broken moan tore out of her. "Fuck. Feels so good, Sterling. Fuck, it feels so good—"

She clenched hard around him, pulsing, and that was all it took. He groaned against her skin, fangs still buried, and came in thick, heavy pulses, spilling deep inside her while she shook and moaned through both the bite and the rush of him filling her. Her hands fisted in his hair, holding him there, keeping his fangs in her as she rode out every throb.

"Yes—mark me—come inside me—don’t stop—"

Phaedra’s hand spread over Electra’s lower belly, feeling it, while Sterling shook apart between them.

Across the room, Ryker’s dragon was surging too.

"Fuck. What’s your name?" he rasped at the one straddling him.

"Aurora," she replied, still smiling, and shifted in his lap so she was straddling him properly, knees planted on either side of his hips.

"You smell really good, Aurora."

"Thank you, Ryker."

Aurora undid his trousers with quick fingers, freed him, and stroked once, twice, before lifting just enough to line him up. She sank down onto him in one smooth motion, still rocking, and the breath left him in a rough exhale against her skin.

"There," she murmured, amused. "Better?"

"This is happening," Ryker said, unaware that he was the second dragon to say that in the last five minutes.

"Yes. Now be a good dragon and let me ride you."

Aurora braced her hands on his chest and started moving fast, hips snapping up and down in sharp, rapid strokes. She took him deep on every drop, the wet sound of it loud in the room, her breasts bouncing with the pace.

He got out half of "fucking hell—" before she leaned back, planting her hands on his knees, and really started to bounce and whatever came after that wasn’t a sentence anymore.

The angle let him see everything, his cock sliding into her, disappearing on every downward stroke, then reappearing slick and shining when she rose. She kept her eyes locked on his the whole time, mouth curved in a small, knowing smile.

"You like watching your cock in me, dragon?"

"Yes."

Aurora’s smile sharpened. She kept the angle, bouncing hard and fast so he could watch every stroke, her breasts swaying, the wet sound of him driving into her filling the space between them. Her eyes stayed on his.

"Then watch me come on it."

She came with a sharp cry, dragging him over with her. Ryker thrust up deep as he started to finish, pulsing inside her in heavy spurts while she kept moving through it, milking him, still watching his face.

"That’s it, dragon—fill me up—fuck—yes—"

Ryker’s dragon surged again. "Aurora, there’s something. I can’t stop. Fuck, fuck, fuck—"