Chapter 464: Musical Dick, Top Draft Pick

On the other side of the room, Brennan was too occupied to notice anything strange.

He had three women, two closed eyes, and one functioning survival instinct telling him to keep his mouth shut.

Astrelle was still shaking through an orgasm, grinding down and moaning his name, when Talia physically picked her up to move her off of his dick.

Yes, she was physically removed from a penis mid-orgasm. Lifted. Relocated. Bye-bye.

"I didn’t get to finish him!" Astrelle yelled, furious as Talia sank down onto him.

"It’s my turn." Talia was already fucking him like a cock-conquering, cum-chasing, competitor-crusher who did not believe in second place. Brennan’s cock was the battleground, the only finish line was his orgasm, and his balls were the prize.

Brennan’s eyes stayed closed. His hands found her thighs on instinct.

"We thought you were a dragon, Brennan. But we like mages too."

Astrelle’s head tilted. "Can mages bond their magic to a mate like our males do?"

Brennan opened one eye. "Yes."

"Have you ever done that?" Velora asked.

"No."

The three women glanced at each other. Brennan’s hands tightened on her thighs. His breath caught.

"Oh, he’s close," Astrelle observed with a satisfied smirk on her face. "That means faster, Talia."

"I don’t need YOUR coaching, Astrelle. I am moving faster than you were!" The woman currently riding Brennan did not appreciate backseat driving from the woman who had been in the driver’s seat moments ago.

Velora watched the other two with the calculating focus of a woman who had not yet had her turn and intended to make it count. She was the closer. The first two were the warm-up acts. Brennan was the venue and the venue had no idea about the lineup.

While three women fought over Brennan, across the room, one woman was still fighting to make Ryker do something far more permanent.

Ryker’s hand shot towards the pillow again.

Aurora caught both his wrists before he reached it and dragged his hands up, planting them firmly on her breasts. Reached for a pillow. Redirected to breasts. The demotion from self-defense to titty-holding was instantaneous and his thumbs were already moving.

"Well. Aren’t you fun." She kept bouncing, neck still exposed, the kneeling woman’s fingers still working his balls while her tongue stayed on Aurora’s clit. "Good boys. All three of you. Really. Obedient."

Ryker’s hips didn’t stop. His brain tried to. The two fought it out while he stared down at Aurora with an expression that had no business being on the face of a man mid-thrust.

"Have we—"

"YES!" Aurora screamed, cutting him off. "Her tongue. Your cock. Both of you are gonna make me come again. Don’t stop. Right there."

The thought Ryker had evaporated. Cause of death: Aurora’s rising climax.

If Ryker’s situation was a house fire, then Sterling’s was the fire gaining sentience, mounting him, and requesting he set another one.

"Fuck—Sterling—yes—!" Phaedra was riding Sterling hard and fast, while his hand worked Electra’s cunt.

Electra’s moans climbed sharply. "OH, GODS."

Phaedra bounced harder, voice breaking. "Fuck—give it to me. Cum and mark me, Sterling."

Sterling looked at her. His mouth opened. Asking for a mark was a red flag the size of Velkaris, and it came from the woman currently bouncing on his dick like a pogo stick.

Unfortunately, the red flag did not get addressed. Because Electra was building to an orgasm that he could feel through their matebond, she had placed his hand on her pussy, and his dick was making decisions his rank couldn’t afford. The holy trifecta of being absolutely fucked in every direction.

"YES!" Electra started to cum with a sharp cry, soaking his hand. His head snapped down to her as her orgasm washed into him through a newly formed matebond.

"FUCK. ELECTRA," Sterling snarled and thrust up, cumming deep inside Phaedra in heavy pulses while she yelled and kept riding him through it, his fingers still pistoning fast on Electra as both women shook apart around him.

At the same moment, Aurora moaned and she started to orgasm on Ryker, still stuffed full of him, the kneeling woman’s tongue never stopping.

Her neck was right there, bare and flushed and inches from his mouth. Ryker’s fangs lowered. Then scraped lightly against her bare skin.

"FUCK, AURORA," he snarled as his eyes closed and his hips jerked up hard.

"Just like that, Ryker! Reciprocity. I gave you something. You give me something. Listen to your dragon and mark me."

That wording. Every alarm in Ryker’s head fired simultaneously, which was unfortunate because his body was still finishing and the disconnect between brain and dick had never been more catastrophic.

His eyes snapped open as recognition slammed home.

He shoved Aurora off him hard.

The kneeling woman didn’t hesitate.

She surged forward, wrapped her hand around his cock, and took him into her mouth herself. Ryker’s hands shot to the kneeling woman’s hair as he pulsed thick and heavy down her throat.

A sound came out of him that was fury and surrender, the sound of a man who was trying to focus while his dragon was roaring in his mind and while he came.

Aurora stood, unbothered, and pulled her dress back up. Her eyes traveled down to the woman on the floor. "Good girl. Swallow him."

The kneeling woman had taken him into her mouth without permission, without hesitation, and without breaking eye contact with Aurora, who was giving stage directions.

What the actual cock-juggling fuck was happening in this room.

Three red flags, one orgasm, and a kneeling woman with initiative. That was the summary of Ryker Stormvale’s evening, and it wasn’t even the worst thing happening in the building.

BANG.

The doors blew open.

The room froze. Ryker was balls-deep in a stranger’s mouth, Sterling was inside of one woman and his hand on her cousin’s pussy, and Brennan was being fucked by his second woman while a third timed the performance.

Three men. Seven women. Zero explanations that would survive daylight.

"WHAT THE FUCK!"