Ardin is one of the best smugglers in the Seven Realms, and the heist he has planned to steal a valuable heirloom from the unsuspecting (and impossibly handsome) Prince of Kossh should be a piece of cake. What he’s not counting on is finding something else in the Prince’s treasure-room: an artifact evoking a mythical cock-themed beast that brings with it a sexual need so intense Ardin is unsure it can ever be quenched.
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Ardin’s mind rolled around contentedly in luxurious semiconsciousness. All his senses flooded him with deep, carnal pleasure. The musky, heady scent of man and musk and cum was all around him, gently leavened by a cool, fresh breeze from the window he’d cracked the night before. Strong arms and legs lay draped possessively across his naked flesh, warm and heavy and very agreeable. Soft snores reached him from stubbly jaws nuzzling his neck and chest, while hard cocks rutted slowly against his hips in a somnolent, hypnotic rhythm. His own thick, raging cock and heavy, churning balls, though still protesting a fathomless and unquenchable need, nonetheless radiated the happiness and gratitude of repeated, sustained release.
A fever-hot, messy-headed cockhead nuzzled against his cheek, leaving a smear of slick precum he could feel and smell against his skin.
Ardin opened his eyes.
It was still dark. He was in his rooms at the inn. Two powerfully built, smooth-skinned laborers enveloped him from either side—very comely ones, if his swirling, almost abstract memories from the night before served him at all. Another chorus of snores reached him from the floor beside his bed: two more men, at least, maybe more.
He had had his pick. Every man wanted him, and none could resist the heedless passion for him he kindled with a single look, a smile, the brush of a finger against a handsome, swarthy cheek.
He turned his head and gave the Cockdragon a bleary smile.
As his need had increased and he lured more of the men in the tavern into a kind of shared, gestalt state of building, intensifying arousal, the Cockdragon had left his back and taken wing in the tavern, soaring and gliding in circles overhead as Ardin’s remarkable eyes and augmented scent almost effortlessly seduced all the most sexually desirable men in the crowd of suitors vying for his attention. The mass of lovelies was so entranced and Ardin-intoxicated they did not notice the obscene beast as it grew and swelled, fed somehow by the welter of mounting, increasingly desperate masculine ardor. When Ardin drew those he wanted most home with him, kissing and groping their way through the silent, slumbering city streets, the Cockdragon had followed close behind; and as they all fucked and fucked with reckless, towering abandon and a near-animal desperation the Cockdragon had stopped circling overhead and dove into the writhing conglomeration of hard, sensual men, sliding slickly among them, his crazed admirers seemingly heedless of its enormous presence. Even stranger, its limitless precum seemed to find only Ardin, smearing his skin and seeping inside him as if his pores were thirstily drinking it down like ale at a pub; and when the men came like a cracking thunderstorm the Cockdragon erupted, too, in torrents of spend that again somehow painted Ardin alone, covering him over and over with impossible quantities of hot, slick, intensely aromatic seed… all of which seemed to melt directly into his heated flesh, taking the other men’s spend with it along with his own.
Now the other men rested in deep, post-orgasmic sleep, his arms wrapped around broad, sun-darkened backs as the three men cuddled close in a kind of blissed-out repose. The Cockdragon, like Ardin’s own aching, fat, unsated cock, remained awake and in need. He stared at the beast in wonder. It was truly huge now, perhaps the length and girth of his arm, its slit filled with clear liquid as they watched each other. Ardin’s own cock jumped against his belly, dappling his abdomen and the brawny arms of his two insensible lovers with warm, slick dots of dick-fluid.
Ardin licked his lips. The Cockdragon edged closer, its huge head inches from Ardin’s mouth. The exhilarating smell overcame him, and he parted his lips, breathing it in through his mouth like the dreamy vapors from a medium’s censor. His tongue twitched with a need to touch what he saw. Several times during the exertions of the night before Ardin had tasted the beast’s copious spend as it half-smothered him in pelting sprays of hot cum, and he had found it unique, savory and stimulating. Now, in this moment, he could think of nothing else but tasting it again.
He reached his tongue past his lips, stretching it hungrily toward the Cockdragon’s wide, slippery head. It crept forward and, deliberately, placed its head against the flat of Ardin’s tongue. Ardin shivered, and his two snoring lovers stirred, their unconscious sleep-rutting against his hip quickening slightly in its pace.
Ardin lolled his tongue slowly around the nearly fist-sized cockhead, taking in its manly taste. The Cockdragon’s slit flowed with precum, as did Ardin’s own erection. Arousal surged in him. The Cockdragon nosed closer, a finger’s breadth from Ardin’s mouth, and Ardin strained his tongue to taste more of the head and shaft. His hot panting breaths gusted across the Cockdragon’s reddened head, its precum now almost spurting along the length of Ardin’s eager tongue. Unable to delay any longer he pushed out with his mouth and met the heated, velvet surface of the enormous cockhead, but the dragon moved forward at the same time, just as keen, and Ardin felt a rush of excitement as the brunt of the cockhead pushed between his grateful lips. He swirled his tongue around it, and the Cockdragon bucked and moved again, rudely shoving itself between Ardin’s lips.
Now the whole head was in Ardin’s mouth, his jaw straining to accommodate its inhuman size as delicious precum covered his palate and slid in rivulets down his throat. Ardin wanted more. He moved his head forward, wrapping his lips around the very upper end of the girthy shaft below the mighty cockhead, and the beast thrust forward too, pushing itself as far as it could into Ardin’s inadequate mouth, then pulling back. Then again, forward, back, forward, back. His own erection bounced against his belly as he unconsciously hugged his lovers tighter against him, all his attention on the enormous erect cock now rocking itself rhythmically into his mouth, matching the sleep-rutting of his two muscular lovers at first before quickening to a faster pace, driving Ardin and the dragon together toward a massive orgasm.
Ardin held his release back as long as he could, but the impossible pleasure of the massive, majestic cock fucking itself on his mouth as if he alone could satisfy it sent Ardin flying over the edge. He and the Cockdragon burst free as one, both of them erupting inhuman amounts of cum in uncounted gushes as if they had not been cumming again and again all night together. Ardin’s mouth quickly filled and the Cockdragon pulled back as Ardin swallowed all the cum he could. He was still cumming, and the two muscle lovers were cumming in their sleep, their stubbled lips moving against his neck and chest as they came, but all Ardin felt from within his soaring pleasure was constant orgasm and the hard smack of hot spend against his face as he and the Cockdragon came and came and came.
When Ardin stirred again his room was awash with a bright, cheerful morning sunlight… but not, as had been the case the night before, men. Only the two sleepy well-built stonehaulers who’d shared his bed with him remained, still snuggling happily against him, their hard cocks rubbing minutely against the smooth angles of Ardin’s hip. This time they roused with him, trading happy, drowsy smooches with him as they stretched against each other.
Eventually they rose from the bed, and, though the cum that should have covered him from head to toe was mysteriously gone, the two men—Kuro and Dara, hard-muscled and very handsome twin brothers from the outlands who’d come to the capital for the excitement and hot men a bustling city had to offer—insisted on washing Ardin with slow attention and extreme thoroughness, using the tepid water and rags supplied by the inn to its more expensive rooms. Kuro started at one end with Ardin’s shoulder-length hair while Dara worked his way up from Ardin’s feet, the two brothers eventually meeting in the middle after long and careful ministrations. Ardin reciprocated with equal diligence. The brothers’ dark, short-cropped hair was dealt with rather more expeditiously than his own, but the careful lathing, scrubbing, and rinsing of their broad, thick-muscled everything else made up for it. Then, after the washing, they shaved each other, an experience Ardin found surprisingly intimate and endearing.
Throughout all of these attentions Ardin kept an eye out for the Cockdragon, but there was no sign of it anywhere in his lodgings. He considered whether it might be sleeping or perhaps once again inert, but these possibilities seemed unlikely. Ardin conceded he didn’t know anything about Cockdragons beyond what he’d experienced in the last ten hours; but the beast’s state of arousal, he felt sure, was now somehow tied to Ardin’s. And his own cock was still—still!—as stubbornly, indefatigably hard as ever, and his blood still ran hot with ten times as much lust as he had ever felt, like he could cum for days and still want to come some more. If he was right about his gut feeling that the dragon had bound itself to him, that probably meant that the beast was not far away and might even be, at that moment, just as needy and aroused as he was. He wondered what the Cockdragon wanted, beyond the shared orgasms they had felt again and again throughout the long, cock-filled night.
By midday the three men, dried and dressed at last, had managed to make it downstairs to the inn’s common room. The landlady greeted them with a smile and a raised eyebrow, and Ardin, abruptly self-conscious of coming down late and well-scrubbed with two still-ardent admirers and maybe a love-bite or two, blushed a little at her knowing look. The three men breakfasted together on seasoned hen’s eggs fried over chopped pork and fresh bread, washed down with the dark room-temperature tea they drank in the mornings in these parts. The stonehaulers stayed close the whole time, their hands ceaselessly roaming his thighs and back and arms even as they ate, always in contact with him as though they could not get enough of him, ever. Ardin was honestly glad of the attention, not least because it seemed his libido had grown so intense and so powerful he might just need the ongoing help of two doughty, lust-drunk lovers to handle it.
They meant to return upstairs after the meal but only made it as far as the foot of the main stairwell, and then the brothers had him sandwiched against a wall and, with him pressed tightly between the two larger men, started kissing him hungrily on the mouth and neck, their cocks pushing hard against him through their soft trousers from both sides while his did exactly the same thing.
He was lost in pleasure, barely aware of anything but mouths and hands and cock and the delightful press of strong bodies against his, when he realized he was feeling something that did not fit: a polite tapping on his right shoulder.
He turned away from Dara, the twin whose tongue he was exploring with his own, and the mouth in question slid instead down his freshly clean-shaven jaw and onto the opposite side of his neck from the one Kuro was pleasuring. Ardin opened his eyes languidly. He expected to see the landlady or one of the maids, perhaps wanting to ask him to take the spectacle to his rooms.
Instead Ardin saw the last thing he expected: clear, light-brown eyes, staring straight into his own as if they could see his very soul.
The most beautiful face Ardin had ever seen blossomed into a wide brilliant smile, the white teeth so exposed forming a striking contrast to smooth, honey-dark skin. The only thing missing to perfectly frame that ravishing smile was the cascades of mahogany chest-length hair Ardin had seen the night before, but for this meeting Gueron had donned a dark, nondescript cloak and a deep hood, as if he wished to conceal his identity.
It didn’t matter. Ardin was flooded with a powerful tidal wave of arousal just at seeing that face, and being in the presence, hidden or not, of that arresting, inexplicably athletic body he had glimpsed so briefly amid the shelves of forgotten heirlooms. His body tried to arch, his fat, heavy, iron-hard cock pushing directly against Dara’s massive truncheon through their inadequate clothes. The two brothers grunted and kissed his neck and shoulders with even greater passion, rocking into him gently from both directions.
Ardin, meanwhile, could do nothing but stare back at Gueron. He knew what the Prince’s smile meant. It was not the first time his distinctive sapphire eyes had betrayed him.
What he did not understand was why Gueron was not flanked by a detail of the Prince’s Guard. He looked past the cloaked Prince, then scanned the common room behind him. There was no sign of the Guard, no robed magistrates, certainly no Stone Giants—just Gueron, his appearance cloaked and secret. Had the Prince had someone quietly dig up where Ardin was staying only to come here alone and incognito?
He met the Prince’s eyes. They were dark now, as if a storm of lust had rolled in out of a clear and sunny sky. When he spoke, however, his voice was steady and sure, a Prince’s voice, as if he were greeting an honored ambassador or a commander back from the front.
“I have something of yours,” the Prince said in that sweet, pulse-quickening baritone, his smile still wide and genuine. With a pang, Ardin remembered the glowsphere he had left behind like an irresponsible child. He had never been so reckless and so inept before—but on the other hand, he had never been adopted by a randy Cockdragon in the midst of a heist.
The Prince held his gaze. “And you,” he continued, “have something of mine.”
The twins finally surfaced from their lust, enough at least to be aware of an intruder in their midst. “Who’s this?” purred Dara in his ear, thrusting his cock against him fractionally as if to emphasize where Ardin’s attention ought to lay. Whether because he sensed the movement or because he was in sync with his brother, Kara pushed his cock against Ardin’s ass at almost the same time.
Between Ardin’s sudden craving for Gueron—a feeling Gueron’s darkened eyes seemed to mirror back at him—and the escalating sensual pleasure of the last several minutes, Ardin was nearly pushed to sudden, massive release, but with a monumental effort he pushed the climax back. He swallowed and, meeting Gueron’s eyes, answered Dara’s question: “He’s a friend.”
Rich, well-groomed mahogany eyebrows lifted in response to that, but the Prince did not contradict him. Instead he said, “Meet me tonight at my house, same time as our last meeting. You can use the main entrance this time, though. You’ll have free passage to my chambers—I’ll make sure the Guard has your description.” His eyes darted to the twins and his smile twisted wryly. “Bring your friends, if you like.”
Then the Prince turned and stalked nonchalantly out of the inn, disappearing out the main doors and out into the busy street.
Ardin stared after him. The twins returned to their neck-kissing, gentle thrusting, and smooth, sensual groping. He was not being hauled away in chains, and it didn’t sound like the Prince had anything… official planned for that night, either. Did he simply want to trade the sphere for the Belt, or did he want something more? And how did his errant Cockdragon fit into all this?
Ardin gave up after a moment or two and turned back to Dara, resuming their passionate kiss from before it was interrupted. He would know more in a few hours. In the meantime, he had to cum. Again. And then again, and again, and again. He could fill this inn with cum, and there would still be more endless orgasms than that. Ardin grinned into his kiss, and Dara and Kuro groaned with a need almost as strong as his own.