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He returned to Hywel, climbing over heaps of pillows, to stand at the base of Hywel's long stomach, directly in front of the thick seam I'd seen those weeping cocks peeking out of. Laszlo raised his hands, reaching out without hesitating, stroking firmly at the seam. It reminded me of a pair of lips, full and apparently tender, as Laszlo's hands pressed into the flesh, molding it under his grip.

A surprised laugh slipped out of me, and Laszlo glanced over his shoulder. "You plan on waking him…like this?"

Laszlo shrugged, and candlelight shimmered up and down his golden feathers. "Why not? However, as you can see," he said, twisting aside to reveal the first parting of the seam, the two dark red heads of Hywel's cocks appearing, "I will have my hands full on my own."

More like arms full, I thought, fighting off another laugh.

I lifted my tunic up over my head, still covered in flour, and then unlaced the simple gown I'd dressed in until I was wearing only a thin linen chemise, piling my own clothing with Laszlo's before joining him.

He was stroking and petting at the thick red cocks that were stiffening and sliding out of their sleeve, palms flat and swirling in a circle around the tops. He stepped back as I neared, one arm dropping to his side, making room for me to stand between him and Hywel. As soon as I did, his arm wrapped around me, nestling me between their heat. I wanted to lean back and press myself against his chest and hips, but I focused on the task before me. My hands joined Laszlo's, gasping at the sharper burn of Hywel's tender flesh, at how silky and vulnerable it felt under my touch, so unlike his firm scales.

"He's as eager as a puppy, really," Laszlo murmured, his lips close to my ear.

And certainly Hywel's arousal was growing quickly, thick tips butting into our palms. Even as I spread my fingers wide, I couldn't form a circle around him. But Laszlo was rubbing, petting, stroking, moving slowly and evenly around every inch provided. I worked with him, our hands and arms sharing one cock, then sliding to work separately.

I licked my lips, squeezing at the length, pulling toward the top, and watched as an opalescent droplet—although it was almost as big as my fist—beaded at the tip, dribbled down the slit. I scooped it up with the heel of my hand, spreading it back around the head and down the thick shaft.

Distantly, Hywel purred in his sleep. The cock I was petting jerked and butted forward, nudging into my chest and leaving a damp mark against my chemise. I laughed and bent my head, kissing the slippery flesh, finding a pleasantly sweet and salty flavor on my lips. Laszlo huffed as the cock he'd been attending bucked as well, as if asking for the same treatment.

"Greedy beast," he said fondly, and then he wrapped his arms around both lengths in a firm hug and pulled them gently.

Hywel's tail swung and beat, knocking down a pile of treasure, and both cocks dripped their pearly fluid into my waiting palms. Laszlo slipped his hands under mine, guiding them back to Hywel's cocks, his fingers linking over mine, sliding through arousal, over heated pulsing flesh. His chest pressed to my back, arms braced around me, and the whisper of the feathers on his jaw brushed against my cheek. His heavy breaths cascaded down my chest, cooling against the damp fabric sticking to my breasts.

"Have you…done this before for him?" I asked, trying to steady my voice.

One of Hywel's cocks was more fully extended than the other, and it nuzzled and thumped against my belly. I wanted to rise to my toes and press it between my legs, not that I had any expectation of mounting anything so obscenely large, only that I wished I could wrap my entire body around his lengths.

"Of course," Laszlo said, and this time the press of his feathers to my skin was more direct, his cheek rubbing against mine.

I obeyed the nudging, arching my head to the side, exposing my throat. Laszlo's spectacles glinted out of the corners of my eyes as his head bowed. Our hands stuttered over Hywel's flesh as Laszlo kissed a wet mark against the curve of my shoulder. His hips fit against my ass, arousal hinting as he leaned into me, crowded me closer to Hywel. Our arms slid around and over, petting Hywel's cocks, and then Laszlo was touchingme, not Hywel, slippery hands sliding up my waist, around my ribs, to cup and lift my breasts. I moaned and arched, and Laszlo's wings fluttered at his back, shrouding us, the pulse and pound of flesh cradled against my body as he squeezed me tenderly.

That's very pleasant, but I'd rather you came up here where I can watch.

CHAPTER16

THE ENTERTAINMENT OF GUESTS

Igasped at the sudden boom and stroke of Hywel's voice in my head, but Laszlo didn't so much as flinch, his kisses trailing halfway up my throat and then back down to the slope of my shoulder.

It worked, I thought. Hywel had woken.

Laszlo was cupping and rolling my breasts in his hands, nipples caught between his knuckles, and Hywel was dripping arousal onto my nightdress. I squirmed between one enormous, wriggling cockhead and Laszlo's hips.

Laszlo, Hywel growled.

"You didn't share, why should I?" Laszlo rasped into my skin, but he sighed as Hywel snarled again, tail thumping and crashing into more gold. Laszlo lifted his head, nudging his temple against mine. "Would you like to let him watch, my dear?"

I nodded, mouth watering as I recalled the knots and lines of Laszlo's back, the freckles that dressed his skin and ran curving down below the waist of his pants.

He stepped back and I released Hywel's cocks, spinning and catching Laszlo's face in my hands, sticky and slick as they were. I jumped to the tips of my toes, pressing my breasts to his chest, and drew his mouth down to slant over mine. He tasted bright and sweet, like pears and cream, a hint of spice or alcohol as I slipped my tongue inside to taste more deeply.

Laszlo's arm banded around my back, lifting me off my toes and carrying us both out of the many pillows. His hand reached up, talons bracing carefully around my face, holding me as he pulled away, blinking down through the clear shine of his glasses. His talon stroked across my bottom lip, a sharp drag, and his pupils flared as he stared at the motion.

I wanted to touch him. I had before we'd fondled Hywel, and now that the dragon was demanding to watch…I knew what view we ought to give him.

I stepped back and caught Laszlo's hand in mine, guiding him along the length of Hywel's body, stepping carefully over the dragon's huge legs to where his head rested, catching the cool evening breeze rising up from the sea through the open cavern wall.

You wanted my attention, Hywel said.

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