by Willa Okati
Until, with a lush sway of their hips, the two dragon men turned to one another, keeping their arms twined around each other’s waists, and began to dance. Not a slow, sissy, semi-ballroom dance, either. No gentle, fairy-foppish swaying around.
This dance? Pure sex in motion. These dragons flowed around each other as if each was starving and the other a banquet. Strong, solid hands, nails sharp as claws, raked up arms and down long, lean backs. Chests pressed hard enough together to melt and become one. Collin could see both had erections as rampant as his own, obscenely thick and swollen tight. They were worth a second, third, fourth and more look, as they appeared to be somehow ... different. Pointed. Sharp?
Logically, the sight should have re-awoken Collin’s sense of self-preservation, well and truly honed from use. He should have run out as fast as possible, getting as far away as he could, his own hard-on shrinking down to limp meat.
Not so. Collin felt his stomach twist with a spear of wanting. It didn’t matter who these creatures were, or if he believed them to be real. He only knew he wanted them. Immediately.
The dancing dragons, however, didn’t seem inclined to share. Yet. Still far too wrapped up in one another. Grinding their dagger dicks into thighs and groins, thrusting and jerking. Their faces went slack with lust even as they lit up with fire and passion.
Their hands grew rougher. Nails tore through fabric and left bloody trails on skin. They laughed at the sight. The smaller, paler dragon man bent to lap up crimson trails -- drops that glowed like fire berries on his tongue before he swallowed.
Coals began to burn in Collin’s gut. He choked back the urge to get up. Run to them. Join in. But not yet, he knew; again, just somehow knew. He had to see it all first. Understand what he was getting into. The tiny bit of his mind still able to think agreed.
The men glanced at him once, warning him off, underscoring his thoughts.
It isn’t time yet.
Soon, though. Soon.
Collin held back a groan of pure, aching need and waited. Watched. As eager for the dance as a dying man for one more chance at life. He drank deeply of everything he could see as they put on their show. Jerking together, losing their rhythm just enough to let him know they’d lost control, as well. Deliberate sweeps of fingers turning into frantic digs and scratches.
They kissed, fangs scoring lips. The blood that trickled out burst ablaze, curling around their mouths and spreading fiery tendrils over their cheeks. Dancing up into their hair. Forever flickering among the shapes of men, dragons, and plumes of flame.
They thrust one last time, hard as stones crashing together. Threw back their heads and howled in perfect silence.
Bloody, fiery fangs glittered.
Their semen sparkled like Chinese fireworks.
Then, not even close to winded, they kissed again. An afterglow kiss. Hard. Passionate. Eager for more, more, more, as soon as possible.
And they turned to Collin, inviting him in at last.
Collin drew in a rough gulp of the cavern’s humid air. He swallowed hard. “Who are you?”
The men smiled. Beckoned. The tentacles of flame born from their kiss weaved out, beckoning with slender fingers. They stretched across the empty space to Collin. Twined around his arms, his legs, his throat, his stubborn erection. Tingling and burning. Pleasure and pain. Agony and ecstasy.
His pulse began to hammer in a now-familiar tattoo as Collin felt the frantic urge to rut rushing back in on him. Need to dance. Need to fuck. Need to climax.
Too much.
Just right.
Perfect.
I want some more.
“Tell me.” Collin got to his feet. “Come on. Tell me. Who are you? What are you?”
The dragon men’s tendrils tugged at Collin. Their message was clear: Come and find out.
It would be a stupid move. Tremendously stupid.
All the same, Collin would be damned if he could have said no.
Instead, he let go, allowed the aching pull of his cock to lead him straight into the dragon men’s arms.
Whether he was burned alive or fornicated until he lost his mind, his life, or his soul -- Collin didn’t care.
He knew, no matter how unbelievable, he had finally found the place where he was meant to be.
Chapter Nine
Incineration. Combustion.
These beings -- so hot to touch. I should already be burned to ashes ... but I’m whole. How can I be walking through this fire unharmed while letting it burn?
Why aren’t I dead?
Why do I feel so alive?
The journey of a lifetime began with a single step -- or so dictated conventional wisdom. Ergo, ready and willing, Collin stepped. One foot at a time.
Still not afraid.
He wondered if the dragon men had burned down his defensive shields. They gave forth the impression that nothing could hide from them. No trick would work. Not masks, not disguises, not defiance. They took it all, and all they left was lust. Pure lust. Wanting. Needing. An offer freely given. His to have, if he dared.
He did.
Step by step, Collin approached the two amorphous, blazing dragons. Were they the voices he’d heard chanting in his head before, when he’d arrived at Amour Magique? He suspected as much. He hoped so. Believed they were one and the same. That they’d meant him good, not harm.
Step. Step. Step.
The curly-haired male grinned, licking his fangs. His eyes glowed. Come, Collin. Come.
He went.
Inch. By. Inch. With each move, Collin felt his legs shaking. Too many orgasms. Arousal overdose. Yet he still wanted more. The ache in his cock wouldn’t ease up. These men were his cure. Men of fire and what they could give him. An offer he couldn’t refuse.
Even had he wanted to.
The taller being laughed, approving. He extended one hand and gestured, beckoning Collin closer still. Good. You learn at last. Now come. Be rewarded.
Collin stopped, struggling against the urge to obey, and stubbornly shook his head. “No. Ask politely. I’m not a dog. I don’t do tricks for treats.”
The dragons rippled. Mirth?
No?
Then will you dance again, for sex?
Come join us.
Fire dance.
Make love with us.
Bathe in flame.
Fuck with us.
But first -- first -- dance.
Dance.
If you are bold enough to try.
Are you?
We think so.
Collin regarded them as levelly as he could. “Watch me and find out.”
The dragons arched human eyebrows. Collin scowled. He took in a deep breath of the scorching air, flinching as it singed his lungs. He couldn’t help but imagine the organs turning toasty brown for a split second before he shook off the distraction. He had his mind set. Heart and hard-on, too. He wasn’t afraid, and he’d prove it.
Step by step by step. Faster, his legs growing steady. When he crossed the last stone that separated him from the dragons, he stood straight and tall, head held high.
“Well?” he challenged. “What do you think about me now?”
We think you are delicious.
We want to devour you.
Alive.
Whole.
Flesh to meat to muscle to bone.
Lips to cock.
May we?
Say yes.
Yes, Collin, say yes.
Tendrils of fire swirled around the three men, Collin and the dragons, tying them together. They tickled his hair, his ears, his lips. Twined about his cock, setting it alight with mind-numbing lust.
You want what we offer.
Want us.
We know.
We chose you.
You should be ours.
We claim you tonight.
Do you come willingly, Collin?
Speak. Say yes, say no.
Speak.
Collin glanced from one dragon man to an
other. From tall, dark, and charcoal-smudged to small, solid Hephaestus fresh from the forge that never saw daylight. He felt their arms surrounding him, hot as melted iron, solid as welded steel; he drew a sharp, lusty breath when they prodded his thighs and the crease of his ass with their strangely enticing cocks. Arched him forward and backward, teasing without pity or mercy. They had neither to give, but they did have him, and Collin was aware that both the dragons knew it.
“Yes,” Collin said, voice raw, knowing males like these two would have to hear the words before they would act. “I give. You win. Stop the games, and do what you brought me here to do. Hard, fast, now.”
The darker man shook his head. He put a searing finger to Collin’s lips. No. First we dance. You dance. Prove yourself. Perhaps then ...
Another test? Collin eyed the dragons. A small part of him wondered how he’d come around to accepting every ounce of surrealism with such calm. He’d decided to have three-way sex with dragons, for Pete’s sake!
And dance? He hadn’t danced in years. He hated the typical, idiotic, cock-of-the-walk, dance-floor, gay aerobics. This -- this could be different. He thought, if he tried, he could move the way the dragons had moved. Slip-slide, silky, tentacles of fire spinning and twining together.
Yes ... this might be a dance worth trying. No. It would be. It’d be the best of his life. He knew.
Collin grinned. His smile felt as wicked and curved as the dragons’ own. He would have sworn he’d grown his own sharp fangs. Glittery white, filled with sweet poison. One bite to deliver death by orgasm. He had the power. It rolled through his veins. Rich, hot mightiness.
When he danced, he’d become a god. They knew it. It was why they had insisted he join them. What he’d done to earn this, he wasn’t sure he’d ever know. He suspected the dragons were well capable of keeping their secrets hidden.
Should they ever want to confess, they would. Until then, he could only exercise his patience, accept the dance for what it was, and savor it as he hadn’t anything of life in what suddenly felt far too long.
Collin raised his arms and put one hand on each man’s hip. “Let’s dance,” he said, low and rough. “Dance me to death.”
The dragons’ eyes glittered. Yes, yes, yes, they chimed. Even “in person,” their voices echoed inside Collin’s head instead of bouncing off his eardrums. He decided they didn’t need verbal speech. Were beyond it. Transcended the limits of spoken language.
Bizarre. Unreal. Amazing.
Erotic as the brush of old leather and raw silk.
Dance, Collin, dance! they urged.
Music echoed from the fireplace. Asian harps. The haunting sounds of demons and angels singing in harmony.
Collin -- each hand wrapped around a dragon’s waist -- danced.
The first step overwhelmed him and swallowed his mind, dissolving any rational thought processes. He lost visual. Sound. Smell. Taste. Only touch remained -- pure, primal stimulation. He felt himself rock and sway, twine and curl, hissing as scales rasped over his human flesh. Cried out without sound when forked tongues rough as a cat’s scraped his cheeks, eyelids, throat, and collarbone.
Screamed silently when fangs teased, then pierced his nipples with the sharp sting and fluid ease of a surgeon’s suturing needles.
Arched and groaned when twin cocks pushed at his flanks, hips, and ass cheeks. Bucked forward when fingers of fire eased between his cleft and probed at the tight hole. Unfucked for years. Like a virgin again. But better. Best of all. This time, with these dragons, would be his first sexual venture done over with style.
A hidden flame sparked to life and unfurled inside Collin’s once-cold heart. Tendrils flooded out through his veins, flowing to every nerve ending. Stroking. Probing. Pushing.
Collin writhed as fireworks exploded inside his mind. He could feel howl after howl pouring from his mouth, but couldn’t hear a thing. Would anyone notice? Come to check it out?
He decided, giddy as a drunkard, that it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered, so long as the dragons kept ... dancing ... all ... night ... long.
Vaguely, he realized one of his partners was dropping to his knees in front of Collin. Collin shook his head. “What are you --” his mouth tried to shape. “Oh!”
He let out a scream -- felt, not heard -- as the shorter dragon’s forked fire-tongue wrapped around his twitching erection and licked it from top to bottom. Scraped the skin raw. The sensation hurt like heaven and hell mixed together.
“More.” He moved his lips to soundlessly demand. “Again!”
Collin felt the dragon man chuckle against his cock. He obeyed. Sucked Collin’s cock deep into a mouth so hot Collin thought his genitalia might melt clean off. For the time being, he almost didn’t care if it did. The dragons knew their limits, and if the worst happened? They’d know a way to fix the problem, or think of something better still. More, Collin felt beyond sure he’d enjoy every tongue-flicker and flaming lick involved.
His blood boiled. The desperate need to orgasm he’d felt before, now growing familiar, had begun to build high, higher, highest yet as his heart beat in frantic flurry.
“So much,” he rasped. “I need ... please ...”
He thrust forward into the dragon’s mouth. Greedy, the dragon took it all in until Collin touched the back of his throat.
Then, he swallowed around Collin.
Collin shrieked, jerking his hips. He’d never survive this unspeakable high. His testicles had become twin sacs of fire, hard as stone. They’d rupture. Too much building up inside. Pressure. Pushing. Tight. Tight. Tight. He had to climax. Had to. Had --
The dragons laughed, ripples against his skin.
So easy.
Too easy?
No. His pleasure is my own.
And mine.
More, then?
Yes. More.
Can he cope?
We shall see.
Then -- oh, oh, oh, finally -- Collin felt the surprisingly velvet-feeling, pointed tip of a dragon cock snaking between his ass cheeks. Drawing rings around his tightly drawn-up muscles.
“Wait. Wait! Lube,” he struggled to convey, still unable to hear himself speak. Hoping they could. “Condoms?”
A laugh rolled against the back of Collin’s neck as the questing dragon behind him pulled Collin close and tight into a strongly muscled chest. Collin arched into the creature’s solidness, dipping his head back into a pool of fire. Molten kisses pitted his neck. Fangs scraped his skin as the taller dragon spoke mind to mind.
We make our own oil.
Thick, slick wetness filled the crevice between Collin’s ass cheeks and melted inside him. He choked back a shudder of lust and ecstasy even as his body betrayed him, bucking and arching like a sex junkie with his fix in sight. The movement would have snapped his spine if the dragons hadn’t been holding on so tight.
“What are you ... how ...”
You’ll learn. In time. Now, I want you. Will you take me?
“Yes.” Collin blew out ragged streams of breath, heated and ashy as cigarette smoke to the taste. “Yes!”
Good.
The standing dragon pressed forward. Collin tensed for one moment at the intrusion -- so many years had gone by since he’d needed to know how to relax -- until the dragon on his knees gave him another long, urgent suck. His body spasmed, loose for a moment -- long enough. The dragon behind Collin slipped inside him slick as melted butter, gentle, although the moment had passed for taking things slow. The oil the dragon had mentioned made unbelievably high-quality lube, getting everything that needed it slippery enough to allow for a single hard thrust balls-deep inside him.
Filled with one cock while his own prick was being over-stimulated in turn pushed the desperate ache one final inch too far. Collin felt himself scream. The shriek of a man pushed beyond pain, beyond pleasure.
The howl of a newborn.
A man changing, reborn through sex.
Death, sex, and life.
For the se
cond time that night, the world spun into darkness and Collin passed into unconsciousness -- and heat.
Chapter Ten
I remember the first time I read The Arabian Nights. I was only, what, nine or ten years old? Snuck it out of my Dad’s nightstand drawer. Took Mom’s copy of Everything You Always Needed to Know About Pleasing Your Man, too, but saved it for later. They were both cherries. Forbidden fruit. Kids weren’t supposed to take an interest in s-e-x. Right?
Should have taken Mom’s hidden stash of beefcake rags instead.
The Arabian Nights -- not what I’d expected or hoped for. Dad had bragged to his friends about how he’d found the dirty version, so I’d been dreaming what kind of wonders might hide between those old leather covers. I thought reading the stories, not to mention looking at the illustrations, would change my life.
I can still taste the bitterness of that particular disappointment. Dad’s prize turned out to be convoluted storytelling that I couldn’t begin to understand, and the drawings just a bunch of weird men in what I thought were dresses slipping bizarrely shaped penises into women, who bent up like pretzels.
Even then my first and last thoughts were “Yuck.”
One thing I did like ... do remember ... a fleeting sense of luxury. Only lasted for a moment. But in that magical moment, just one second’s worth of time, I thought I smelled ancient perfumes, tasted saffron, and felt both skin and silk sliding beneath my hands.
It was the first time I understood how much power lust could have. So I was precocious.
But then, also being young and stupid, I shrugged off the enchantment and went to steal Mom’s musclemen tabloids after all.
I wonder why I’d forgotten that magic Arabian moment for so long?
It feels like I’m reliving the experience ... right ... now ...
Collin blinked his eyes open. Everything faded into a dull, hazy gray focus, like seeing the world through billows of smoke. His mouth tasted of burning leather. His stomach twisting, he gagged and spat up bile.
“There’s a new spin on the classic morning-after concept,” Collin mumbled. He put a hand to his forehead, feeling his skull for dents and bruises. His brain pounded against its bone casing like an African drum.
