Page 44 of Bartender Mate

Not waiting to see how Tess and Quasar progressed on the chair, I swiped up a handy bottle of lube. Despite his protests, Radon had come prepared, setting it out on the bedside table ready and waiting for our coupling. I smirked at my panting mate, who remained right where I’d left him.

Flicking the cap up, I drizzled a good portion between my mate’s raised ass cheeks, and then slathered myself in the silken liquid.

“Look at you, lover,” I purred, my fingers sliding down the crack of his ass, one digit slipping easily into him. “Have you prepared yourself for me?” He growled, refusing to answer as I leaned down, dropping bruising love bites along his spine. “Did you open yourself up, Radon? Or did you have help?” I demanded, slipping a second finger inside and stretching him open.

“None of your fucking business, Ast,” he spat. “Just take me already.”

Despite the gravel edge to his tone, his muscles relaxed under my ministrations, giving me more and more room to twist my hand as I pushed a third finger up to the hilt and pumped him, nice and slow. “Look how good you are at taking my fingers. So smooth and deep. Do you think you’re ready for my thick cock, yet, Rad, or do you need something more?”

My free hand dove back into his hair, wrapping it around my fist, and pulling him up, back bowed and gasping.

“Oh god,” Tess hummed from where she was still in the chair.

Quasar’s tail fan had disappeared entirely into the sleep shorts now. Tess looked both shocked, and deeply, irrevocably aroused. Exactly how I wanted her.

“Fuck me already, mate,” Radon growled, his eyes feasting on the site where Quasar and Tess were joined beneath the thin fabric, darkening with the flow of her juices. “If you aren’t fucking careful, she won’t be in any state to watch us. Quasar will have stolen all of the thoughts from that pretty little head.” He moved in tandem with me and Quasar’s tail, pressing deeper into the thrust of my fingers, his ass brushing my swollen cock with each taunting pass. “Make her beg for our knots, lover.”

“Mouthy tonight, aren’t you?” I pulled my fingers free and gave my cock a quick tug before I fitted the head of it against my mate’s questing hole.

Usually, I preferred to take more time, but Radon craved it rough and dirty, and tonight my dragon was all-too happy to agree. The beast pressed at my skin, seeking his freedom. Whether he found it when our cock was buried deep in our mate, or when he tore the roof off the building as he spread his wings, he wasn’t so picky.

Given Tess would be less than pleased if I allowed my dragon to tear a hole in her roof, I knew which outcome I needed to guide him toward.

In one sharp thrust, I buried my throbbing cock to the hilt inside Radon. The victorious howl that came from my mate’s throat made the mark on my neck–and everyone’s–flair bright enough that they reflected off the walls before fizzling out again.

For a time, the room was filled with the wet sounds of sex. Bodies lapping and panting. Our slick centers, sliding and slapping against one another, as I worked Radon up to the edge and held him there. I cast my eyes over to see how Quasar was doing with Tess.

“More,” our Earth-bound goddess hummed. “Please, Quasar?”

Our mate had slid forward to the edge of her chair and turned around to brace herself on it, face still turned toward us so she could watch Radon and I crashing back and forth in our coupling. Her tight ass was now hanging in the air as she twisted and turned against the fan of Quasar’s tail, still unfairly hidden beneath her shorts and underthings. However, by the sultry tang of her blossoming pleasure in the room, I had no doubt that Tess was thoroughly enjoying that aspect of the Drakon anatomy.

“Stop ogling them, Asteroid,” Radon grumbled, pressing his ass into me, flexing the muscles around my cock, tight as a vice. “Give me your damned knot, fucker.”

“As you wish.”

I pulled my cock nearly all the way out of Radon, before grabbing his hair one more time, bowing him up high enough that Tess and Quasar had an eye level view of his throbbing cock. Then, as I sawed back into him, I reached around and wrapped my hand around his cock. Not stroking, just squeezing.

Radon danced on my dick as I drove into him, screaming as I hit that sweet spot just right, before he submitted to the all encompassing combination of pain and pleasure. Ropes of white cum erupted from the end of his cock, most of it hitting the bed, but enough made it all the way over to our mates. His seed painted Tess’s belly and thighs, who–after coming to her own release–had flipped around eagerly to see Radon taking my knot.

I ground my knot into him, locking him tight to me.

“Does it hurt?” she asked quietly.

“Silly question, mate,” Radon drawled softly, earning a slit-eyed glare even as she sat up, the wet end of Quasar’s tail slipping free from where it had been buried deep inside her. “Haven’t you realized yet?”

Radon lifted a hand in invitation, reaching across the bed.

Slowly, and on her knees, Tess crawled the short distance to where we were laying locked together. Radon wrapped it around the back of her neck, urging her forward, while offering up one of his heartbreaking smiles. The one filled with both pain and grim determination.

“Love always hurts when it has you in a chokehold. Until you embrace the fear, it keeps the upper hand. Now, come here.”

Radon dragged her closer, kissing her fiercely. Their tongues dueled as he scooted her closer still until her leg was wrapped over his hip, pressing into mine. Tess groaned in soft capitulation, her body arching greedily into us, even after such a recent orgasm.

As one, the mark on our skins pulsed, our skin pulling even deeper than before, the strength of our bond tightening and pulling our newest mate ever closer into the fold.

“Get over here, alien fuck boy,” Tess grumbled when she caught on to the fact that Quasar had remained behind as though banished to the doorway.

Reluctantly, Quasar climbed onto the bed after Tess, and hesitantly spooned up behind her.

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