ice ice baby

"I'll allow it," Henri said. He didn't care one way or the other, especially not in heat. He turned and backed into the room, pulling Ryker by the back of the neck with him as they met for another kiss. Henri knew precisely how many steps from the door to his bed and allowed himself to fall back onto it, bringing Ryker down on top of him still in their kiss. Once settled, he squirmed and wriggled and kicked his pants off his legs and the bed, then helped the younger dragon with the same much as he could to get the thing he needed sooner than later freed. "Take me however you like, I can handle it."

He couldn't help the snort at being allowed to top, it never ceased to amaze him the things he could be allowed to do. Had he been of clearer head he would have said something about it yet he was not. So the dragon let it go for now as he was brought down into a heated kiss. All thoughts on anything else was washed away as he fought for dominance within that kiss. At the bed he was pulled down to be on top of the other, catching himself easily as he hovered over him. He deepens the kiss the best he could as they both wriggled out of clothing that stood between them. He only needed to push his down some to pull himself free, hard and ready to sink inside the master. "However I like, huh?" He says smoothly as he spits into his palm. Using that to lather his cock as his other hand spread Henri's legs wider. Finding his entrance he pushed up against that ring of muscle until it gave way to him. Then after he pushed until he was fully sheathed, groaning at the tightness that now surrounded him. "Fuck, so tight."

The glare didn't last since the dragon was in next to nothing by the time he looked at him next. "I'm..." It was all Lucien got out when Ryker was so close and starting to help him with a process he'd forgotten he should be doing too busy watching the way the muscles moved under the dark skin. Any semblance of control he was trying to hold onto left the moment the dragon brought their lips together. That the last bit needed to push Lucien off the precipice. Claws dug into the slaves skin as he pulled the other down further against him. A set clinked against the collar proving it was just going to get in the way so was unlocked and discarded.

It brought the dragon great pleasure at the way the other easily allowed himself to let go of his control. He felt it even in the kiss, Ryker became more demanding as their lips moved against the others. Those claws did nothing to dissuade him from what he wanted now, he's had a taste he was going to enjoy the rest of him too. Even more so once the collar around his neck was loosened, then fell away from his neck. His own claws coming out to play, to slice clothes that Lucien still wore around his hips. His touch turning icy, when he pulled from the kiss his breath could be seen. He uses his hold on him to pull him flush against his mostly naked form, guiding him towards the first thing he could take him on. "Here or the bed." He says, giving him a second to choose.

Henri returned the kiss with equal fervor. His hands fell on Ryker’s waist to pull him flush against his heated body, the older dragon groaning into the other man’s mouth. He parted his lips, tongue begging for entrance, enjoying the flavor. He broke away after a few moments and tugged Ryker in the direction of his bedroom. “What’s your preference, top or bottom?”

He needn't have to beg long before Ryker is parting his lips for him. Their tongues met soon after his own taking what he could of his taste wanting to enjoy it for as long as they could allow it. He moved at the tug as they moved towards wherever the other wanted them to be. "Top." He answered easily, it was and will always be his preference no matter who his partner happened to be.

Finn soon settled in Ryker's lap as his orgasm waned. He exhaled slowly and rested his head on the dragon's shoulder, his own chest heaving with labored breaths. "Fuck, that was... good," he panted. He sat up so he could look the younger slave in the eye now with a lopsided, lazy grin. "Was it good for you too?"

Ryker also needed a moment to catch his own breath as he held the familiar against him. The came the toothy grin as he settled down, his heart easing back down to the normal beats as he spoke. "Always good for me." He said, looking at him a moment before he pulled him down for a brief kiss. "Up for another round?" He asked with the knowledge the answer was likely yes. He could go for another, especially with how good he felt tightly wrapped around his dick.

Manny’s eyes grew larger if such a thing were possible at this moment, his face paling at the realization that Ryker was really going to use this spell as intended. It was probably dramatic but he felt like he might die… and Manny knew what death felt like. “Ryker, please,” he moaned. His eyes rolled back, his hips rocked down desperately to meet the dragon’s thrusts, the berserker erratically attempting to chase that orgasm not too far off. Tears of frustration pricked at the corners of his eyes. “C’mon, please, please, please, I can’t take it any more.”

The dragon waited for as long as he needed to so he could reach his at the same time. He was enjoying how desperate Manny was for his release, the way he begged was almost too good to be true. It also left him with the choice of keeping him in this state or giving him what he wanted. "Fuck." He grunted, his thrusting grew more erratic as he chased his own pleasure, using the body beneath him just for that. "Sound so pretty like that." He said, grinning down at him as he slammed his hips against the other. "Go on, then, cum for me Manny." He says just moments before he explodes deep inside his heat. Groaning out his own pleasure as he filled the guard with a few extra thrusts.

"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.