ice ice baby

"Fuckin' right I can." Finn rose up to the challenge provided to him, raising his lips and lowering them until he settled on a solid rhythm. His fur-tipped tail swayed and whipped behind him absently and he rode Ryker with fervor, panting, moaning, and grunting. His claws threatened to snap the leather of the harness wrapped around the dragon's firm, cool body. "Fuck... fuck... fuck..." Each profanity sounded more desperate and needy than the last with every passing minute. "God, please..." It was that final cry of warning before he exploded in orgasm, Finn still rocking and riding the younger slave determined to milk every last drop from that turgid shaft inside him.

He knew it wouldn't take much to get him to rise to a challenge, in that he never disappointed. Never disappointed in being a good fuck, either. Ryker leaned back some on the bed allowing the other to use the harness more. He made him wear the thing might as well make him use it while it was on him. A cold hand would come behind to slap the other on the ass as encouragement not that he really needed it. The way he rode him was a sight he'd never forget, at least until the next time he came to visit him. Ryker brought his hand to the others cock, pumping him the same quick movements as he was doing. He'd push up into his ass now, actively participating in his own pleasure. Wanting to reach his own as soon as he could bring it to himself. When Finn exploded, he covered that hand in white as well as the dragons stomach as he kept him moving. "Little more..." He growled, with a couple more of his own thrusting he came too. Exploding deep inside his guts as he gave a loud growl of pleasure.

"Fuck, Ryker... fuck me, please," Finn repeated the words breathlessly with every bounce and roll of his hips. Loud moans broke up the pleaded mantra, the sounds only hitching in volume by every passing moment. That pressure in his lower belly coiled tighter and tighter, hotter and hotter threatening to blow. Finn didn't dare hold back when it finally did, crying out Ryker's name once more with every erratic movement fucking himself on the younger's cock. Ribbons of white spilled over both their chests and stomachs, stars blinded his vision, and he clenched tight around the dragon's cock pounding away inside him to bring the other slave over the edge with him.

Ryker meets his bouncing with upward thrusts just to bury even deeper into the familiar. Each hit reminds him why he fucked with him, tight heat enveloped him in ways that made him feral. The desire to fill him full was too much for him to push away, not like this, not while he moved on him expertly. "Fuck Finn." He growled, his grip on him turning iron as he slammed him down faster than before. When Finn came he tightened around him more so than normal pulling yet another groan from the dragon. He was covered quickly in the others pleasure before he reached his own, he slammed the other down onto his cock hard before he exploded. "Fuck." came the growl as he filled him to the brim with his own white seed, where his hands were they gripped into his flesh even hard. His hips jerked up a few times as he worked through his orgasm before stilling. To catch his breath as his head spun from the intensity of it all.

Manny only groaned in response, the berserker capable of forming very little words beyond the few profanities of encouragement for Ryker. He rolled his hips down to meet the dragon's every thrust into him, grunting and gasping in pleasure. The pace was perfect for what he needed, his toes curled, thighs tensed around Ryker's firm body. Heat surged between his legs where pressure built. "Please," he whimpered, staring wide-eyed up at the dragon slave. "I'm so close, please let me cum."

Ryker had more power than he's had since he arrived at the castle. It felt too good to not use it while he had it even if poor Manny had to suffer a little bit longer. He wasn't nearly as close as the guard seemed to be, why would he allow that pleasure to him just because he asked? "Not yet." He grunted, his thrusting only got more intense, letting out the frustration he's been building up into the poor mans body. Yet in the moment all he coukd think was how he could handle it. He leaned down to bite into his shoulder as he pressed deep intk him with a strong snap of his hips. The thinnest layer of ice was left behind when he pulled away, his hands had shifted into talons as they held him firmly in place.

"I sure do," Manny answered. He disappeared into his kitchen, the sounds of the refrigerator opening and closing followed by the freezer and glass settling on the counter heard from wherever Ryker settled. Manny reappeared a few moments later handing the slave a beer already poured into a frozen glass, a second one in his hand for himself. "Only had Yuengling, hope that's okay." He took a drink of his own and hummed in content at the smooth, slightly sweet flavoring.

The dragon took the time he had to walk around a bit. Best way to get to know someone was how they kept their space. His was comforting, even if it wasn't as grand as the masters he'd seen. He turned when he was approached taking the offering from him, "It's alright, good enough for me." The cold glass felt at home within his palm. Made him long for it too albeit briefly, he'd take a long drink from the glass. Nearly downing it's contents in one go not realizing until now how he missed such a simple pleasure. "Thank you." He managed after a moment.

The dragon couldn't recall if he'd ever been inside the staff rooms, so he was a bit surprised by how nice it seemed. Then again he's coming from the undercroft which never had nice near it in any capacity. He looked around when he stepped through the threshold, taking in the new environment as quickly as he could. Not used to how much light there was forgetting that the sun still rose during the day. The question pulled him from his thoughts as he looked at the guard. "You have beer?" He asked, the first thing that came to mind the moment he had the chance to ask for anything.

"My apologies," Finn hummed. A precise flash of blue flames and his clothes were all gone in an instant. Obviously he didn't have the patience to undress the normal way either. He could get new clothes. He spat into his palm and wrapped his hand around Ryker's cock, stroking him quickly to further wake him and wet him. With nothing else in the way, Finn held the harness with one hand, the base of the younger's cock in the other, and guided the dragon's rigid source of heat into himself. His head fell back as inch after inch filled him until he physically couldn't take any more, both hands now grabbing onto the harness for purchase. "Fuck, you feel so good," he moaned. He rolled his hips slow to start as he adjusted around the stretch.

The harness was proving to be effecient in helping them in their current situation. He leaned back just a bit so Finn could have a steady hold on it to help guide him. "There now." He said as he felt himself press against the heat of his hole before he lowers himself further. Spearing him directly as the other stretched around him so he could fit. "Fuck." He growled himself, hand firm on his hip as he did nothing to stop him until he was fully seated. Taking all of the dragon was a feat in itself, small was not in his realm when it came to his length. "Yeah yeah you feel so damn good." He helped him in rolling, moving inside him with each movement. "Get moving, know you can bounce on it good."

"I sure fuckin' will." Finn understood the assignment and moved the fishnet tights out of the way. He spat into his palm and gave Ryker's freed cock a few quick strokes to wet and wake him. The familiar hiked up onto his knees, lined himself up, and sat down. His head fell back and he groaned out loud as inch after inch filled him until he physically couldn't take any more of the dragon's dick. Finn grasped onto Ryker's broad shoulders, their bodies flush together as he rolled his hips nice and slow to start soon bouncing eagerly on that rigid source of heat. The room soon filled with Finn's shameless moans and cries of Ryker's name.

Leave it to the familiar to get what he wanted from the dragon, that being the very thing he was about to sit on. Ryker wasn't complaining a single bit, his ass was always tight each time he took it. "Fuck." He breathed out, hands on waist as he let him do what he was good at. He did what he could to assist, but let him take control how he saw fit to. "That's it.. fuck Finn." He moans, the room then mixing of their shared pleasure as he bounces so nicely on his stiff length. He'd spread his own legs just a bit to gain leverage as he began to meet those bounces with his own thrusts. Wanting to get as deep into him as he could, wanting Finn out of his mind completely.

Several reactions happened all at once. Manny's head fell back, exposing his throat. His mouth opened in a gasped breath, the noise transitioning into a drawn out, whimpering moan as inch after inch of Ryker sank into him. His toes curled, his legs tensed against the dragon's body, and his nails turned into claws tearing into the sheets beneath him. He couldn't remember the last time he'd fucked in this female body, if at all, during prior Spring Mischief events. Definitely a stranger experience than normal, though not unwanted. "Fu–uuck," he said like it'd help him adjust faster. It did or maybe that was some kind of placebo effect or the spell. "God, you feel so good. Please, fuck me."

It had been a good minute since he'd had a woman's body under his own. Even if the one within it wasn't actually a woman to him it didn't matter all that much. Not when he's tight heat was surrounding his own sensitive length. If he hadn't the control he had he would have ended it all right then and there yet he held off. Not done with Manny in the slightest, the guard was his for the moment to enjoy and fuck as he desired it. "You got it." He growled, pulling himself nearly out to slam right back into him. Each thrust as as hard as the last, building up a quickness to fill the room with the sounds of skin against skin. "Fucking... shit... Manny so tight." He groans, his own claws digging into that soft skin of his thigh as he held it against his chest. The angle perfect for the sharp, intense thrusts into the body beneath him.

The corner of Lucien's lips raised ever so slightly at the other's admission. Perhaps that was why he enjoyed the species so much. For their boldness. It was short lived though as his height came up. It wasn't often a topic of discussion as most knew better than to broach it with him. "You are too bold, Ryker." He said gripping the slave by the collar and pulling his face down to meet his own. "Tread carefully, before you find yourself in an even worse situation you're unable to escape." He shoved the other back. "Now it seems you have a lot to learn since manners are something you sorely lack. Come now, slave." He said gesturing for the Ryker to follow him.

The dragon turned hellhound isn't sure if his boldness was something that came with the change or something he kept hidden. Either way he was finding enjoyment in it even if it put him into a situation he may not like the outcome of. "So I've been told." He said, unwilling to let his own amusement fade from his face. It tickled him to see how upset they could get from words he can speak. "It wouldn't be much of a difference in the situation I already can't escape from." The shove did send him stepping back his strength impressive despite how he looked on the outside. He did bite back that dragons had no need for manners but kept that to himself as he followed. "So it seems."

Another noise escaped Manny's throat from Ryker's cool hands on his new assets. He shuddered in the other's lap; he wasn't sure if that came from the cold or the sensitivity. Both, most likely. He didn't need to be told twice, practically tearing Ryker's shirt up and over his head and then feverishly going for his pants next. He'd give him new clothes if any of these were damaged. Right now there higher priorities. They both were completely undressed in a matter of moments and Manny swarmed in again, an arm around Ryker's neck, bare bodies pressed flush together as he sealed their lips together in a heated, desperate kiss with a moan to match.

Now there was nothing in between them now to keep Manny from fully enjoying the sensitivity he was under. With an arm wrapped around his smaller waist he quickly flipped them around, laying him down onto the bed. Ryker wouldn't miss the chance to fully appreciate what the magic had done to the others body. His hands roamed wherever they could reach while moving Manny's leg up and over his shoulder. He broke the kiss long enough to see his reaction as he found his heat to sink inside him easily. He was met with a heat so tight he needed a moment to catch himself less he come undone right then and there. "Fuck, you're so tight."

Finn gasped at Ryker’s hand on his ass purely for display; it didn’t hurt at all beyond the normal sting that faded quickly. “As you wish,” he murmured, his mouth so close to the dragon’s they could almost share a kiss. He lingered there a beat and pulled back suddenly, sitting straight in Ryker’s lap with hands on his shoulders. He ground his hips nice and slow against that building heat beneath him. His hands smoothed down well-muscled arms to wrists, Finn moving Ryker’s hands up his bare torso, along his back exactly how he wanted. He sighed in pleasured content, his eyes fluttered closed, he rolled his head to the side. “Fuck, your hands feel good on me.”

A tease the dragon had come to know over the years he had been a prisoner within the castle. He often played it off as annoying yet beneath his tough exterior he found enjoyment in it. Especially now, as he moved and grinded against his lap, getting a full feel of how he affected the dragon. A large hand was on his waist as he moved, watching those hips with darkening eyes. Finn took his hands to move them over his body to his back where he would take back control, digging his fingers into the skin that laid there. "Mhm." He said as he took advantage of the exposed neck to bite down, drag his tongue over where he bit. He'd pull his hands away from him long enough to pull himself from his slacks, he wanted Finn sitting on him now. "You'll enjoy the way this feels so much better."

"Perfect timing," Manny said upon leaving the guard station and meeting Ryker exactly ten minutes later. He'd left his gear aside from the uniform cargo pants and black t-shirt in said station in a locker. He'd already sent the request for a rental so he tipped his head towards the stairs. "C'mon, my suite's not that far." He expected Ryker to follow him up it above ground and through the winding halls of the castle.

He looked a bit different without the gear he always seemed to wear on the clock. He eyed the station a moment before he followed behind the guard himself. It was pleasant being able to walk out of there after being down there as long as he had. He kept close to Manny while still taking the time to look around him maybe to memorize where he was going. It was a first for him to see where the staff was kept not as obscene as the masters suites he's seen.