Dancing with the Dragon, Chosen

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Dancing with the Dragon: Chapter 40, Exposure, Copyright 2018 Tripp Savidge. All rights are reserved. Do not duplicate or distribute in any form without express permission of the author.

Dancing with the Dragon Chapter 40: Exposure by Tripp Savidge

Author note: When reading Scene 3, listen to your favorite dance music. It will help set the mood for the story.

• Scene 1 *

Skye could see the city through the window as he lay in bed. The sun was bright and created almost blinding reflections off some of the skyscrapers. He just couldn't find the energy to move, even though it was the middle of the afternoon. Maybe it was the gorgeous blond surfer dude with his arm draped over his chest, and the erection pressed into Skye's thigh.

"Hey!" Skye objected as a finger flicked his nipple causing a jolt to his dick.

"You were too deep in thought," Mica said leaning up on his elbow and looking Skye in the eyes.

Skye lifted up and kissed him. "You were amazing, thank you."

"I'm only amazing when I'm with you."

"Maybe you could teach Garrett about modesty." Skye reached down and stroked him. He wasn't really trying to start anything. They'd already made love several times - taking turns on who got to top.

"Sorry, that's beyond my skills. So, what's got you thinking so hard?"

"I had this delusion that I didn't need to be afraid anymore. Big all- powerful dragon with magic and mind powers. Then someone traps me in an elevator, and I'm totally helpless. They could have done anything to us, and there was nothing I could do."

"Maybe that's a good lesson. We all have weaknesses, and it's good to remember that sometimes the simplest things can bring us down. When you start thinking you're invincible is when you're at most at risk."

"I guess. It was terrifying."

"For me too, and I could give you a long list of things that would bring me down."

"Aren't you just a cheery dragon," Skye scoffed.

Mica rolled over on top of Skye pressing their bodies together. "Yup. But I'm also a realistic dragon and knowing my weaknesses makes me more cautious. You know..." He ran his tongue along Skye's lips. "Like how certain, very sexy blonds make me forget about everything, and I have to be on my guard - lest they seduce me into a stupor."

Skye wrapped his arms around Mica and kissed back letting their tongues dance. Skye pulled back and licked Mica's nose. "What? You mean all that sex and I haven't? Guess I'll have to try harder."

Mica licked down Skye's chest and bit his nipple. "Don't you dare! I'm not sure I could take it, and besides, I'm supposed to be protecting you. This was supposed to make tonight easier. If anything, I think it will make it harder."

"You don't have to be on duty every minute, you could swap out for a little..."

"I couldn't live with myself if anything happened. No. I can't. Four guards always focused on keeping you safe, and two focused on keeping you happy."

"But you already said you'd rotate," Skye accused.

"They will. Not me. You and Garrett put me in charge of the guards, I will stay on duty." Mica rolled over so he was beside Skye again.

"Fine. Be that way. Do you know what you're wearing?" Skye asked.

"No. Dillon said he'd pick something out for me. Have you heard anything more from Garrett?"

"Not directly. I can still feel him, and sometimes I'll get random thoughts or emotions through the bond. I'm trying really hard not to distract him so I'm shielding. When we spoke mind to mind earlier, it wasn't all that different even with the distance. I can still feel Kwill and Beck too. I know they've left the station, but I haven't picked up anything significant."

"Any news from the Palace?" Mica asked.

"Corbin and Leesai had to strong-arm Fiske into a healing pod. He was pretty grumpy and didn't want to go."

"Sounds like Fiske."

"I haven't tried to reach out to Rilien again. I probably should."

"While you do that, I should go and check that everything's ready for tonight." Mica kissed Skye and climbed off the bed, gathering his clothes.

Skye watched the golden muscled dragon, enjoying the view of his athletic form and nicely defined muscles. Not to mention his round bubble butt and thick cock, which was growing thicker and longer as Skye watched. He licked his lips remembering what it tasted like.

"Skye, quit. I'm going to need you to not think about fucking me tonight when we're out. It makes it really difficult to concentrate."

"Uh-huh. Don't think that's gonna work. I can't look at you without thinking about sex."

"Try. Please," Mica begged.

"What if Mistral thinks it instead?"

"Come on Skye. You or your dragon, thoughts like that come through our connection. Even if I can't read you like a human anymore, I now get the direct feed because we're bonded. How does Garrett get anything done?"

"I have to shield."

"Fine. Then please shield."

"Maybe. Depends on how good you look," Skye teased.

"Arrgghh. You're impossible!" Mica yelled as he stepped out of the room.

Skye went to the bath and grabbed a cloth to wipe up a bit. He knew he'd have to shower before they went out later. He pulled out a pair of soft leggings and a matching shirt. It was the closest thing he'd found to sweats since coming to Draga. After a quick check, he found everyone doing pretty mundane things. Well, not counting River. From the sounds, someone was getting a pounding. Dillon, Jos, and Gilian weren't back yet.

Skye found an unoccupied lounge chair and sat. He closed his eyes and reached out to Dillon. Hey. Everything okay? You've been gone a while.

Almost done, Skye. Gilian's deciding on what color lace she likes best, and we need to find a pair of matching high tops for Jos. Then we'll head back.

Be careful, Skye sent. Lace? Gilian's not going tonight. Who are they going to put in lace? Skye shook his head realizing it was pointless to guess. He focused on his bond with Rilien.

Ril?

Skye?

You're awake. You doing okay? Skye asked.

Sort of awake. They keep giving me this stuff to drink that makes me feel weird and floaty. I'm in bed now. They took me out of the pod this morning, but they keep making me sleep.

Are my guys taking good care of you? Skye asked.

Corbin was here for a while. Chris or Willow were trying to stay with me, but Pater said they had to give me space so I could sleep. I think something's wrong with Willow. Did he get hurt too?

No, Willow stayed at the Palace. What's wrong with him?

Just not himself. He's so sad. Willow's never sad.

I think he misses us. Maybe he'll be better when we get back. Skye was betting that it had more to do with Jos than the rest of the wing.

Are you on your way home? Rilien asked.

Not until tomorrow, but I promise you'll be my first stop when I get there. Are you alone?

Nope. Grandma's here with me. Gram gram just left. Before that it was Pater.

Gram gram's there? In the Palace?

Mmm-hmm. She's a friend of Pater's. She's really sweet, I like her. She said she knows you. Grandma's scowling at me, just a second. There was a strange shift in the connection, but Skye could still "hear" Rilien. I'm not having a nightmare. I'm talking to Skye. In my head.

Skye picked up on what Rilien was saying as if he were in the room. Too bad it was a one-sided conversation. With Garrett, the connection was strong enough he could hear what Garrett did.

Grandma says to say hello. She sends her love and says you'll do just great tonight. There was a slight pause. Grandma, what's tonight? Ohhhh. Rilien asked.

Skye felt the heat rush to his face as he felt Rilien's reaction to learning of tonight's event.

Skye, it sounds like the Moon Festival, but with dragons, Rilien sent with a bit of excitement in his mental voice.

I guess. Hopefully, it goes better than that did. You take care of yourself and do what they tell you, okay?

I don't have much choice, do I? Fine, but you come home soon, okay? I need you, Skye.

Promise. Love you, Ril.

Love you, Skye.

Skye was sad as their conversation ended. He wished he could be there with Rilien. And he felt a little apprehensive learning Lady Telawyn was at the palace. I wonder if Tally is there too.

Skye noticed Mistral stir as he sat back in the chair and took a moment to himself. Mistral, is there something we can do for Rilien when we get back?

'I do not understand. It will help him to be surrounded by the wing. He will feel the love and support of his brothers. Is that what you meant?'

No, I mean is there a way to help him heal and get over what happened?

'Kwill can soften the memories as he did for River. We are not yet skilled enough to do that on our own. Someday, perhaps. Knowing that we do not see him as less or that we do not consider him soiled from their touch is very important.'

Yeah, I can see that. So we need to love him up really good.

'Yes, it is a burden, but we shall rise to the challenge,' Mistral delivered with mock seriousness.

Skye snickered.

"It does make a person wonder when you sit there silently then start snickering to yourself," Venci said, bringing Skye out of his thoughts.

"Sorry. Mistral made a joke. I wasn't expecting that since he's usually so matter of fact and serious."

"That's good. It means you are developing a rapport with your dragon. It's part of what we all go through. I still remember when I reached the point where I considered my dragon a friend and not just a voice in my head."

"Can you be friends with yourself?" Skye asked.

"Don't get caught up in the language. It's just a way of putting it in a context that can be explained. Shifters have to do the same. Like Gregg, he is both wolf and man. He has to have a way to deal with his 'wolf' having a different perspective and priorities. It's still Gregg, he's both... and... he needs to balance their needs and wants."

They were interrupted by a commotion from the other side of the suite. "Dillon must be back," Skye said.

"I'm sure the guys want to see what they picked out for them," Venci said.

"Were they getting something for you too?"

"No. I brought my own." Venci stood from where he'd been kneeling on the floor and offered a hand to Skye.

"You going to tell me, or better yet, show me?" Skye asked.

"Nope. You'll have to figure it out. I'm going in disguise." Venci winked before he sauntered off.

Skye was on his way to greet Dillon, Jos, and Gilian when Braden stepped in front of him with hands out.

"Sorry, no peeking. You'll have to wait," Braden said gripping Skye's shoulders and gently turning him.

"Why?"

"Group decision. You don't get to see until they've cleaned up and are all in their ensembles for this evening. Dillon said they'll do a quick show before you leave."

• Scene 2 *

"Almost done," Dillon said turning Skye toward the light and brushing one more time over his nipples with the applicator.

"I guess it could be worse. You didn't pull out the dragon milk leeches."

"There wasn't time, and I thought it would make you grumpy," Dillon snickered. "And so you know, this stuff is food safe and waterproof so there's no issue if someone is sucking on your nipples or playing with them. Let's do the pants first."

Skye lifted the shimmery blue metallic fabric and turned it in his hands. "What the heck?"

"Sit down and I'll start them. It's not as complicated as it looks."

"Says you," Skye grumbled. Dillon slid the fabric over Skye's feet.

"Okay, stand up."

"We forgot undergarments."

Dillon sighed. "No, we didn't. You don't wear anything under these."

Skye looked down skeptically, trying to understand what he was about to wear. Sure don't look like pants.

"Look up," Dillon said tersely as he pulled the fabric into Skye's crotch and ass. "A couple adjustments, give me a second."

Skye waited and could swear the pants tightened to his legs and ass. It felt like someone just wedgied him. He snuck a peek and gasped.

"Damn, those look good," Dillon said in admiration.

"You expect me to go out in public?" Skye asked, looking over his shoulder at his reflection behind him. "Oh, God. That's obscene! It looks like you painted my ass blue! And you missed some." The fabric stretched over his ass cheeks like a second skin, even conforming to his ass crack. But the very top of his cheeks were still bare, revealing some cleavage. The sides of the pants were laced like a corset from the top all the way down to his ankle showing a wide swath of flesh down his entire leg.

"You need adjusting." Dillon put his hand between Skye's legs, running his finger from Skye's taint up and over the crotch and the pouch of the pants opened up letting his junk spill out.

"They ripped!"

"No. It's a magic seam. Like what Kuai has in a lot of his pants. It's sort of like a zipper but based on molecular attraction. Just run your finger along the seam and it opens, do it again and it closes."

"What if it falls open," Skye asked, sure that it would fail at the most inopportune time.

"They don't fail. They've been around forever and are used all the time. There's one up the seat too. Dillon fluffed Skye's balls and then tugged on his cock, placing it carefully, so it hung exactly centered over his pouch. Then he slid his finger back along the seam, closing it. "Better."

"You can see my cock!" Skye looked in horror as the shimmery metallic fabric clung to his cock and balls giving a very clear image of what was beneath. He tried tugging the pants up, but they weren't budging. The front "just" covered the root of his cock - if he still had pubes, they'd be in full view.

"You're supposed to. It looks good and when you get hard, the fabric will conform so it won't be uncomfortable. Let's do the shoes next."

Okay, well at least those aren't obscene, Skye thought as he slid the matching low boots on to his feet. They appeared to be the same material but were much heavier and had similar corset lacing up the sides.

"Now for the top." Dillon held up a really long piece of cloth - same fabric as the pants - but Skye couldn't see how it was going to work. "Give me your right arm."

Skye extended his arm and watched as Dillon pulled the fabric up and over his shoulder. It was snug at the wrist and had the same open weave as the pants leaving a good band of his skin visible between the lacing. He felt the fabric stretch over his shoulder blades.

"Other arm," Dillon said taking Skye's left arm and sliding it in.

"Um... Dillon... it doesn't cover anything..."

"Sure it does," Dillon said as he adjusted the fabric over Skye's collarbone. "Sort of cool seeing your bond mark peek out through the lacings."

Skye looked in the mirror and felt more than a little nervous. Yes it covered the top of his shoulders and sort of covered his arms, but his entire chest and abs were naked all the way down to the root of his cock. Sadly, now Skye understood why Dillon had dusted his skin with the metallic looking powder and added the glittery stuff to his nipples.

"You're all set. Ready to see the other guys?"

No, I'm not ready. But it's not going to change anything.

'I think we look really good,' Mistral volunteered. 'If you saw someone else wearing this and looking the same, would you think it was bad?'

No, Mistral. I'd think it was incredibly hot. I'm not used to thinking of myself this way or having a body that... you know.

'Will you stop complaining if your men think nice things about us when they see?' Mistral asked.

Skye laughed out loud. Nice things, right. You were thinking more like if they want to immediately have sex with us and open the magic seams.

'Perhaps,' Mistral conceded.

Skye noticed Dillon holding out his long bathrobe. "So we don't get delayed. I'm afraid if they see you beforehand, you'll never make it to the club."

"Oh. Guess we're going out into the common room?" So much for seeing a reaction, Mistral. Skye followed Dillon and was surprised that only Braden was there.

"Aww, not fair. You're all covered," Braden said.

Skye felt the internal nudge from Mistral. "Shouldn't you be changing, Braden?"

"No, sir. We decided that Jos should go instead of me. I'm staying here and monitoring the media and what they post. Venci will be on site with you."

Skye felt a little disappointed; he was looking forward to seeing Braden sexed up a bit.

"It's almost time to go, so this is going to be quick," Gilian announced. "You stand still, and we'll do a quick reveal. You'll get an up close and personal look when you're at the club. Venci already left."

"Oh..." Skye tried to be patient. His nerves were already shot, and most of his extra energy was being spent on keeping River shielded. At least he wasn't going with them.

"Mica wants to go first so he can focus on getting everyone loaded up," Gilian said.

Skye didn't care, and the curiosity was starting to get to him. Then he saw a flash of gold and turned.

"Oh, my," Skye whispered. Okay, Mistral unless you've got some magic distraction powers I don't know about there's no way I'm not thinking about sex with him.

Mica walked in and did a quick turn. "You approve?"

"Do we have time..."

"NO. Remember, you said you'd try." Mica scowled which did nothing to take away the hotness. He was wearing gold metallic short shorts that clung to his bulge just like Skye's pants and a "jacket" with a collar that had full sleeves but only covered half of his back and his sides under his arms. The front was completely open. He had matching gold boots. "Next," Mica called out as he left.

Skye turned to Dillon. "Tell me those shorts have the magic seam like my pants."

"They do. Anything for clubbing has to have easy access - front and rear. Next up is Bryan."

Bryan walked in and Skye decided he at least needed to lean against something if he wasn't going to sit. Bryan gave a smirk and quirked one eyebrow as he turned. His was obviously a fetish version of the Protectorate Patrol. His black utility jacket had fake shielding and pockets on the sleeves, but it was cut short like Mica's and didn't cover much of his muscled chest. He had a black utility belt and what appeared to be a black armored jock strap underneath, leaving his ass bare except for the straps over the sides. The utility boots extended above the knees as if you'd cut off the armor above.

"The armor plating is actually all padding, so no issues for him spending time on his knees," Dillon explained.

Skye felt the heat rush to his face picturing his ginger guard on his knees. Damn this is going to be a long night. Skye caught his breath and let out a bit of a whimper when Gregg walked in. "How do they even have that on Draga?"

"Oh, you'd be amazed at what we found. I just thought it fit our wolf," Dillon said.

Gregg didn't walk in, he strutted - a hot gay lumberjack right out of Skye's fantasies. He was wearing extremely short, worn denim shorts and a flannel shirt that had been cut off or tied, so it left most of his hairy chest uncovered. He turned, and Skye saw that one of the back pockets was partially ripped giving a peek at Gregg's muscled ass cheek. He was wearing hiking boots which seemed to show off his legs and God, there was so much leg. Skye wondered if the shorts even covered his taint because there was a bit of ass cheek peeking out below the back. With his close- cropped beard and tousled dark hair, he looked rugged and totally fuckable.

"That is really hot, Gregg," Skye said at which point Gregg bent over at the waist, with his backside toward Skye. The shorts shifted even higher, and Gregg's furry hole winked at Skye as the seam slid to the side. "Oh, God."

"Hey, there's more. Hang in there, Skye. You'll be with them all night," Dillon said. "Jos is up."

"You're kidding!" Skye exclaimed as Jos walked in. He was wearing a shiny royal blue vinyl wrestler's singlet. Or maybe a porn-wrestler's singlet because the scoop in the front went almost down to his crotch and it was just as clingy as Skye and Mica's. His cock was clearly visible pointing off to one side. He also had matching royal blue high tops.

"Ready?" Jos asked.

Skye nodded and bit his lip when Jos turned to show that the singlet was open over his ass, framing his bubble butt and covering nothing. "Is it really warm in here?"

"Only two left," Dillon encouraged.

Skye realized he was holding his breath as he waited for the next guy to step out. A little squeak escaped when Jayce stepped in.

"Okay, so that's the lace... God, you are stunning." Skye would have thought it would make Jayce look feminine, but that wasn't the case at all. Jayce's golden curls were loose around his shoulders, just brushing against the sheer black lace crop top. It covered his shoulders and upper chest, but his nipples and the bottom of his pecs peeked out below. From the front it looked like he was wearing sheer black lace trunks but when he turned, the back was a thong; the lace covered the top of each mound and created a "v" where it went between his cheeks. He turned back facing Skye.

"Too much?" Jayce asked.

"No, you look... wow." Skye felt even warmer as Jayce's cock swelled pushing against the lace, which was sheer enough that it was more a tease than a covering.

"Last one. You ready?" Dillon asked.

"I think I may need to steal some of River's nectar or I'm not going to make it to the club."

"Okay, Chaz will be quick."

Skye turned back and then grabbed the wall. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he muttered.

Chaz walked in, did a quick turn and left, but the image was burned into Skye's mind. Like Jayce, Chaz's long hair was loose. His dark beard sculpting his face. Of all the guys it seemed Chaz was wearing the least. A black leather thong, matching harness, wrist cuffs, collar, and tall black boots. His gorgeous ass appeared completely bare, with just the string waistband of the thong visible.

"Now it's time to go clubbing," Dillon said with a laugh as he nudged Skye.

"I'm going to totally embarrass myself, I just know it." Skye turned to look at Dillon, giving a silent plea for help.

"Don't worry. We've got you covered. Trust the guys to take care of you and if you can, pretend no one else is there. I'd suggest letting them buy you some drinks. The club will have some specially formulated for dragons that will help relax you and get you in the mood."

"You mean like dragon berry wine?" Skye asked skeptically.

"Very much. Dragons don't get drunk and aren't easily affected. The guys know what will work and help you. If you have to do this, at least you can enjoy it."

"Oh, God," Skye moaned.

"Hey, do you think your wing would let anything happen to you? Trust them."

• Scene 3 *

Skye kept his eyes focused on the passing night scenery. Any glances at his companions just made his lust worse.

'I told you we looked good,' Mistral purred in satisfaction.

Please, I am trying really hard not to think about it, Skye responded to the voice in his head. Yes, his men liked how he turned out for their adventure. Liked it a lot. Liked it to the point Skye downed a bottle of nectar and shielded himself like Fort Knox. Not that it wasn't flattering - it was, but...

"There it is," Mica called out.

Skye looked up and felt his stomach flip. The Lust Factory. He took in the building, lights, and crowds and wondered again how he ended up in this situation. The Lust Factory was huge. Not a hole in the wall, low- key club. It was ten-plus stories of one of the big towers in Caris. The Factory portion was a somewhat narrower section sitting on the soaring tower, creating an apron at the base of the club. That's where the entrance was and where he saw the crowds of people queuing up, hoping to get into one of the hottest night spots in the Empire. Huge spotlights situated at the corners danced across the building and the night sky.

River would love this. Not that I'm suggesting we come back, Skye thought to Mistral. The upper portion of the tower appeared to be a turn of the century, Earth factory. The brick facade with huge sectioned glass windows and smokestacks was a stark contrast to the rest of the tower and surrounding modern buildings.

The air limo landed at the front of the club entrance on what appeared to be a mock cobblestone street.

"It really looks like an old-world factory," Skye said as the doors slid open and his guards piled out. He was the last to exit the limo. He stood and looked over at the crowds held back by glowing rails. The bouncers at the door looked like huge burly steelworkers in period attire.

Mica told them to wait as he approached one of the bouncers and had a conversation including some hand gestures and all the bouncers turned to look their way. Mica waved them up.

The five guards positioned themselves around Skye as they approached the entrance.

"The invite is programmed into your unit. He said to put your hand on the reader," Mica instructed.

Skye saw the waist-high pole with the volleyball sized globe on the top. He put his hand on the orb and lights swirled through the ball and the pole. It vibrated, lights he hadn't noticed before illuminated over the front of the building creating a hypnotic swirling pattern with the entrance at the center. Skye was about to say something when a loud air siren sounded, making him jump back. The crowd started screaming and Skye looked for a threat.

"It's okay Skye," Mica said putting his hand on Skye's arm. "They're announcing your arrival."

"What? Why?" Skye asked as his ears continued to roar even after the siren stopped.

"Special guest," Mica said as he pulled Skye through the entrance, the other guards followed. When they stepped in, Skye was distracted by all the things to look at as Mica checked in with the host. The entrance looked like a factory floor, complete with moving gears bigger than Skye, pipes, steam, moving machines, furnaces, and shirtless workers shoveling something into the fiery mouths on the equipment.

"It is an honor Prince Skye, to welcome you and your entourage. The Lust Factory is committed to making your evening memorable. Of course, your party will have a box on the reserved level and a dedicated server. Mack will escort you," the host, who was dressed like a shop foreman, said. "Before you enter, please register your bio-comms and ensure that your preferences have been set. You wouldn't want any unwelcome interest."

Skye looked at Mica who was standing near a terminal beckoning them over. "What's this about?"

"Not everyone packs their own, Skye. Many guests come to find a hook up. Put your hand on the pad and then select what if any items interest you. If you want to just stick with your guards, then you select 'taken.'"

Skye looked at the screen and saw a menu of choices. From race and species to what you wanted to do with them. Every fetish and kink Skye could think of and some he never would have thought of - but then again, he wasn't used to thinking of tentacles, antennae, or suckers. Skye selected taken and the screen asked him to confirm. A lighted diode slid out on a small tray.

"Place it somewhere on your neck. For you, ear would work well. It just has to be visible," Mica advised.

The others all lined up and each made their selections. Skye was curious what they chose and wondered if Gregg had indicated he'd bottom and for whom. Mica was the last to place the diode on his ear. It looked like a piercing once he had it secured.

Mica leaned in and whispered in Skye's ear. "Thought you'd want to know, they all said they were taken. Seems they're only interested in you."

Skye blushed and got a nice warm feeling inside. I kinda like that, Mistral.

'Yes, but then it means we need to satisfy them.'

Shit, I didn't think about that. I wonder how much of a show Pater wanted.

Their escort, Mack, stepped out from between two of the huge machines and came up to them. "Please, follow me."

Skye stared for a moment, he couldn't help it. Mack was sort of dressed like a welder, with the helmet and gloves, even the heavy boots. But what was left of his coveralls gave the impression he'd been mauled. His muscled upper body was shiny and covered with dark streaks, the lower half of what was left of his pants were in tatters. He turned for them to follow and Skye saw that one ass cheek and upper thigh was in full view.

I can do this, Skye reminded himself and followed. Mack led them through several industrial looking hallways to a floorless lift like they had at the summer house. They stepped in and rose several levels before Mack led them out. Skye could hear the music now and was surprised it sounded familiar. Mack walked out onto a balcony. Skye stifled a gasp as he saw the scale of The Lust Factory.

"Your server for this evening is Cazzie. They'll be attending you shortly. Please enjoy," Mack shouted over the music before he turned and walked back the way they'd come.

Skye looked around the space feeling small and a bit overwhelmed. They may have had a dedicated box but there was nothing private. It opened onto the core of the club, a multi-level anti-grav dance floor several stories high. It was surrounded by balconies each set back a little farther than the one below like a giant bowl. Everyone above could see down into their space. The industrial factory theme seemed to be prevalent throughout the club. Huge pipes snaked in and around, with gauges and valves - spitting steam. There was a huge pipe that came out of the floor into their box with shut-off valves on top holding up a glass bar top.

Behind Skye was a huge, curved couch and a few metal crates that could be used for seating, and a low metal table. Skye was a little nervous as he approached the front of the balcony since there was no rail. He could see the main bar on the level below his. It looked both amazing and crowded. There also appeared to be a full restaurant.

"WELCOME! WELCOME!" A loud male voice announced loud enough Skye felt it in his bones. He jumped back and Mica caught him before he fell.

"THE BLOODY PRINCE IS IIINNNNN THE HOUSE! Hope you are all ready to PAARRTTYY and get it ON! In honor of our special guest, tonight is Earther night. I know you'll love it as much as I do. And theeeeerrrrreee he IS!"

A blinding light hit Skye and he blinked as he saw larger than life holograms of himself illuminate over the dance floor. It took about two seconds to register before Skye realized the holos were live.

'Come on Skye, give 'em the look we give Garrett. Turn and show off,' Mistral said.

Deep breath, Skye told himself. He stepped forward and waved turning to the crowds cheering around the hall. The light went out and Skye stepped back, relieved it was over.

"Good job. You look amazing," Mica encouraged, "this is Cazzie, they'll be getting us food and drinks tonight."

Skye turned and stopped. Cazzie was not human, humanoid maybe. She or he, Skye wasn't sure which, had an overall female look but there was either a tentacle or male member hanging between Cazzie's legs. Cazzie's skin was pale blue with pink irregular spots and had a rubbery appearance like a dolphin. The top of their head looked more like a pink sea anemone, with tiny tubes moving on their own. To Skye's mind, Cazzie was naked. Yes there were some white vinyl looking straps, sort of like you'd kept the edges from a one-piece swimming suit. But all the straps appeared to do was accentuate their sex, like lifting their large round breasts up and making them and the dark blue nipples stick out obscenely, or the strap on the groin pointing like an arrow and gripping the root of their member so it was more obvious.

"You okay if I order? I was thinking both snacks and drinks," Mica asked making Skye realize he'd been staring.

"Yes, thank you. It's a pleasure to meet you, Cazzie." Skye stole another glance, trying not to be too obvious as Mica ordered for everyone. Skye swallowed a startled yelp when he saw Cazzie take Mica's hand and wrap it around her phallus, before whispering to him.

Skye turned and looked at his guys who were checking out the club to see if anyone else noticed.

"Relax, Skye. Cazzie is a dophan, they are hermaphrodites, and they were just making it clear that they were part of the 'service.'" Mica explained leaning in close so that Skye could hear.

"Service?"

"Cazzie would really like to have sex with us, you especially."

"Okay, now you're..." Skye stopped speaking as he realized Mica couldn't hear him and switched to telepathy. Mica, you can't be serious? I just got myself psyched up to have sex in public with my wing-mates, and now you want me to do a stranger?

Mica gave a guilty smile. No, I was explaining it was an option and what Cazzie wanted. You don't have to do anything with them. But it probably would be good if at least one of us took them up on their offer. Don't worry, dophans can't get pregnant from shifters or dragons.

Well, I'll let you guys figure that out. Skye turned to look out on the dance floor, well technically floors. The base appeared to be one large illuminated floor with a circular ramp around the edge of the "bowl." There were additional smaller dance floors above, set up like steps, each one higher than the last, but they didn't appear to be solid - just planes of undulating light. Some guests appeared to be floating between the floors while most danced on one of the lit sections.

Mica, how do they dance if there's no gravity?

It's low gravity, not 'no' gravity. Enough to pull you to one of the floors but you can jump between levels or do moves that you couldn't otherwise, like holding up your partner with one hand.

I could do that, Skye said rolling his eyes.

We don't all have super dragon strength.

But you do have a super dragon ass. You sure I can't convince you to take a break sometime this evening? Skye gazed longingly at the shiny gold shorts and how they hugged Mica's hips like a second skin. His golden dragon skin glimmered in the dance club lights.

You won't give up will you? Go ogle Chaz or Jayce, they both have amazing asses, and they're not on guard duty.

I will, but don't think you've escaped me. Skye felt a twinge of guilt. He knew he was picking on Mica because his gold dragon was telling him no. Somehow that made him even more alluring.

"Come on, Skye. Let's go dance," Chaz shouted.

Skye turned into Chaz and felt Mistral stir as they felt a mental touch from their mate.

Garrett?

You look fucking fantastic, babe. I just saw the images of your arrival and you waving to the crowd. Please save that outfit for when I'm back. I want to strip you out of it... with my tongue.

Skye felt the heat rush to his face as he let Chaz take his hand. Thank you, Garrett. I'm so friggin' nervous. Chaz is trying to drag me out to dance.

Do it. You love those guys, and even from here I can feel how horny they all are for you. I'd love to be there with you, but this is hardly going to be the last opportunity.

Wait. What? You mean I'll have to do this again!

Yeah. But next time I plan on being one of your conquests and will be beside you for every dance and naughty thing you get up to. Let go, Skye and enjoy yourself. If you have to, think of it as a mission.

Fine. I love you and I'm going to start working with Dillon on what you'll get to wear.

"You okay, Skye?" Chaz shouted.

Hey, Chaz... I'm fine. Just talking with Garrett. I think mind-to-mind will work better while we're here. I'll open up to all the guards so no one has to shout. Skye tweaked his shields and then realized the downside to his idea. The wave of lust from his men would have made him stumble if he weren't already hanging on to Chaz.

I apologize, Mistral, you were right. Whether I agree with them or not, they are all very distracted by how I look.

'You mean, how "we" look. And we look fucking hot,' Mistral chided. 'Now can we dance?'

Skye let Chaz lead him to the edge of the balcony and thought he was showing amazing levels of trust when he stepped off the edge. He held his breath as they slowly floated down to the dance floor, other guests moved aside to give them space. They'd barely touched down when Jayce joined them.

The music was familiar, and it was easy to close his eyes and start moving to the beat. Skye smiled as the song took him back to other memories of being back on Earth. Skye twitched when he felt Chaz's hands on his hips and Jayce's breath on his neck. He could feel the heat from their bodies as they sandwiched him. That was something that most certainly never happened when he was on Earth.

You can call me your 'Boo' whenever you want, Chaz teased, grinding against Skye.

And I'll be naked in your bed no matter what you call me, Jayce sent as he licked up Skye's neck.

Fuck. Skye thought. His men were already starting to wear him down, and this was his first dance. If they commented on every song he'd likely have no problems banging every one of them before the night was over.

Skye looked around the dance floor at the other dancers, trying to spot Venci. It looked like it was a hopeless effort. The attire ranged from body paint and feathers to nothing with every variation in between. Leather, vinyl, rubber, metalics, silks, lace, you name it, it was there. About the only common theme was erotic.

The song shifted and Chaz took Skye's hand, spinning him out where Jayce caught him, leaning him down and kissing him before standing him back up and turning him into Chaz's arms.

'That was nice,' Mistral chirped.

Yeah, it was. Skye was touched and surprised that Jayce was so forward. He was usually so shy. The tempo of the new song was slower and Skye reveled in watching his partners as they moved. No question that both Chaz and Jayce were gorgeous enough to have their own queues of admirers.

The voice came back with "DANCERS in the HOUSE!"

The beat changed and Chaz directed Skye's attention to the "Lust" dancers who appeared in clear tubes of light around the dance floor. Male and female, wearing next to nothing. The mini platforms moved above their head, giving them an impressive view of the dancers. Skye tried to mimic some of the moves they were doing and could feel Chaz's and Jayce's lust spike.

Skye watched Jayce spin in front of him, showing his lace covered body, glistening with a slight sheen, his muscles flexing and moving as he danced. Geez, Mistral, that is one hot dragon. I can't believe he's mine. Just as he thought it, Jayce turned and his eyes bored into Skye's - he strutted and swayed his hips as he approached, putting his arms on Skye's shoulders. Jayce started matching Skye's moves, moving in sync. As he lost himself in Jayce, he felt Chaz behind him, running his hands up and down Skye's ass and legs. Okay, maybe having sex in front of everyone won't be so hard.

Jayce leaned in and kissed Skye again, letting their tongues play as their bodies ground against each other. Chaz pressed against Skye's back, letting Skye feel his erection pressed into his ass.

Another shift and Chaz turned Skye and claimed his mouth, before breaking apart to show his own moves. Chaz wasn't just dancing, he was putting on a show in time to the music, mouthing the words - emphasizing the ones that stirred Skye's blood.

I know you want me... Chaz purred in his mind.

Oh, God. You have no idea. Skye realized he was losing himself in how much fun he was having. Maybe Dillon's advice about ignoring everyone was working.

They continued to dance, Skye's eyes glued to the way Chaz moved his hips and abs. It was hypnotic and made Skye very aware of the black leather bulge. Then Chaz would turn and flex that beautiful ass, grinding and twisting as if showing Skye what he had planned for him. The harness hid nothing, and Skye could see every muscle move and flex. The string back of the thong teased him. It would be so easy to move.

**Let's go back for a drink,**Jayce interrupted before jumping.

Skye watched as his wing-mate floated up and stepped onto their balcony. He turned to Chaz, and debated for a moment. He really enjoyed watching his were-dagger. So I just jump?

Yup. On the count of three. One, two, three. They jumped and Chaz kept hold of Skye's hand as they floated up. He stepped onto the balcony as Jos pulled him into his arms.

Hey, sexy man, Jos said as he pulled Skye's hands down and placed them on his bare ass.

Are you trying to seduce me? Skye asked feeling the warm, firm globes in his grip. He had to admit it was erotic to be feeling Jos up in public.

Most definitely. If I start now then by the time it's my break, maybe you'll fuck me on the dance floor. Jos wagged his eyebrows then stepped away and returned with a glowing rainbow drink. He put it in Skye's hands and nodded.

I trust them. I trust them. Skye repeated in his head and took a sip. It tingled on his tongue - fruity and slightly sweet and then it hit. A slow burn down his throat and in his gut and then it spread making him feel a little dizzy. He took another sip.

Gregg stepped up holding a small plate of food. You should eat something.

Skye looked at the wolf and admired the strong muscled chest, dusted with dark hair. He couldn't resist reaching out and running his hands up Gregg's abs up and over the firm pec, teasing his nipple. Damn, he's hot. Skye took another sip and then pulled the flannel back a little as he licked over the hard nub.

Your tongue is cold, Gregg sent. Maybe you should taste the other one?

Skye obliged licking the other nipple before grabbing Gregg's denim-clad ass. He didn't do it on purpose, but his hand slid in the pocket tear and gripped raw flesh as he pulled them together.

Nice. Skye licked Gregg's bottom lip while his fingers slid down Gregg's crack, finding his hole and teasing it lightly.

Gregg kissed back gently. I'm more than happy to volunteer as the first fuck of the evening, though I'll need to let either Chaz or Jayce know we're switching out.

Not yet, I'm just getting you primed, Skye teased. Has anyone seen Venci? He directed his thoughts to the whole group.

No. But Venci said we weren't allowed to tell you if we figured it out before you did, Mica responded.

Fine. Skye gave a mental harrumph. There was no question he could "feel" Venci's presence, he just couldn't pinpoint it with so many people creating interference. He turned to look back out over the dance floors. If he'd thought their attire for the evening was over the top, one look at the crowd set him straight. There were variants of all their ensembles, many showing a lot more skin and some just used to frame targets. He hadn't seen any outright sex yet, but the night was still young, and if the people dancing were any indication, it wouldn't be long.

See something you like? Bryan asked stepping up beside Skye.

Skye turned to look at the ginger. Nothing as hot as the men I brought with me. Skye's eyes trailed down Bryan's bodybuilder physique, pausing at the crotch. Sadly, the Protectorate Patrol styled codpiece had enough structure that it concealed the goodness. Now - the ass, on the other hand. Skye ran his hand over the smooth globe. Bryan turned and bent over, pulling his cheeks apart.

Skye realized that he was sorely tempted to stick his tongue into the winking dragon hole. Even here, his dragon could smell that Bryan was aroused and ready. Skye settled for running his finger around the rosebud. He couldn't resist bringing his finger to his mouth to taste Bryan.

You do know I want you, right? Just because I'm not burying my face in your ass or pounding you right this moment doesn't mean I'm not thinking about it. Skye teased the opening again before Bryan stood and turned around, gently laying a kiss on Skye's cheek.

Yeah. I like this bond thing. I know exactly what you were thinking. Bryan pressed into Skye and licked up his neck before nibbling on his earlobe. Trust us, Skye. By the time things need to happen, you'll be more than ready to fuck every one of us.

"Oh, God," Skye moaned realizing with how loud the music was, that no one would hear him.

Mica, I thought there was supposed to be all sorts of media coverage and people trying to get pictures of me... er... us?

Mica walked over and put his arm over Skye's shoulder turning him back to the dance floors. They are and have been. I've been checking in with Braden. There are already hundreds of images out there. You're doing great, he said many of them have gone viral. Especially ones with you kissing or... Mica paused and Skye could tell he was speaking with Braden through his comm. Ha ha, the image of you fingering Bryan just hit. It's already got over a million shares.

Here. Jos handed Skye a shot-sized drink and a small plate of food.

Skye ate some of the food and held up the drink, it was blood red and had a subtle glow. He threw back the shot. Skye gasped and coughed as the liquid burned down his throat. He wondered if he'd have any insides left. Then it hit. Skye grabbed on to Jos, his solid body holding him up.

'Whoa...' Mistral whispered. 'We feel strange, Skye.'

He pulled Jos in closer, setting the empty plate and glass aside, he wrapped his arms around the man's waist and pressed their bodies together. The rubber singlet felt strange against his skin. His hands slid inside and the flesh felt better. He captured Jos's mouth and kissed as his hands slid down inside the suit, finding Jos's cock. He squeezed and stroked it until Jos was leaking.

Skye, I'm on duty, Jos reminded him.

Yeah, you're guarding the front of my body. Skye liked the hot, hard flesh in his hand. He wanted it in his mouth.

Whoa there, boss-man, Chaz said pressing into Skye's back. His hands slid around, cupping Skye's crotch and stroking him through the fabric.

Jos carefully extracted Skye's hands before stepping away. Skye was about to complain when Jayce stepped into his place. Let's dance some more. Venci said they want more pictures of you moving, though the groping shots have been good.

Wait, you saw him?

No, comm unit, Jayce said tapping his ear before pulling Skye forward.

Skye decided he was in a daze because next, he realized he was dancing on one of the upper light floors. Watching Jayce and Chaz spin around him. It was a nice view. He tried looking for Venci, but with some of the outrageous costumes, he had no idea which one his assistant was.

The words were echoing in his head and he realized that if it was "raining men" he'd want it to be his wing. After all, he did have one of almost every variety, and they were all so hot. He watched Chaz's bubble butt moving in front of him, the sweat slicking down the bit of dark hair down his crack. Damn, he wanted to lick that. Chaz had an amazing ass and he'd managed to resist the last dance, but no longer. He dropped to his knees and grabbed his were-dagger, pulling the slender hips to his face. He buried his tongue in the crevice managing to find the sweet opening on the first try.

FUCK! Skye... Chaz mentally shouted in surprise.

Skye didn't care. He wanted that sweet hole and he licked and sucked massaging the round cheeks as he gripped firmly getting as deep as he could. He was vaguely aware of the people around him but his focus was on his dagger. His tasty, sexy, can't get enough of this ass, were-dagger. Skye lost himself in the pleasure of eating Chaz's ass.

Skye felt Jayce's touch and turned to see his concerned face as he knelt next to them. Unless you want Chaz to orgasm all over the dance floor, I think they've got enough pictures. Would you dance with me?

Skye felt dazed as he stood and let Jayce pull him in. He glanced back at Chaz's ass longingly and then noticed that Gregg and Jos were on the dance floor with them.

They're doing their job. Otherwise, you might have had a queue of men offering their asses after Chaz, Jayce said.

Skye felt the heat rush to his face as he realized he'd just rimmed his guard in the middle of a dance floor and would have still been there if Jayce hadn't pulled him away. Jayce danced with him a bit then turned Skye out, directly into Chaz's waiting arms.

That was amazing. Chaz pulled Skye in and kissed him. Now dance.

How appropriate Skye thought as the French song pounded through him. Allez vous faire. Yeah. That's what I'm thinking.

'I think we'll make Pater very happy,' Mistral volunteered.

"Mmm." Skye moaned as he kissed Chaz, still moving somewhat to the music. He couldn't keep his hips and feet from moving to the beat and soon they pulled apart, still holding hands as they danced.

Jayce stepped in behind, mimicking Sky's moves and letting his hand shadow over him as they danced. Then with the shift to a new song, Jayce pulled Skye into a faster dance, facing him with Chaz behind. The DJ interrupted again, announcing the dancers' return. Skye saw them out of the corner of his eye. Still in their protective tubes, but now they appeared oiled and wearing G-strings.

He got caught up watching one man with dark ebony skin, and pointed ears, wondering if the white G-string would hold as he shook his booty. He shook it really, really well. It was an impressive booty. Skye wondered what he'd taste like...

Jayce grabbed Skye's face and kissed him, bringing him back. Hey. You got two very hot dragons right here that are all yours. Don't be lusting after that black dragon. Jayce openly groped Skye's crotch and then spun him into Chaz who grabbed Skye's nipples and tugged. As he squatted and placed his face into Skye's crotch rubbing against the bulge.

Chaz nipped up Skye's chest and then pushed him back to Jayce. Jayce grabbed Skye's hands and guided them over his body, letting Skye feel how aroused he was.

Skye growled. Only miracle I'm feeling right now is holding back from ripping that lace and getting my hands on you, Jayce.

Think we may need another break Chaz, Jayce sent to his teammate.

Not yet, my turn. Chaz took Skye's other hand and slid it into the leather pouch of his thong, All yours, Skye.

Mistral, I'm seriously about to lose it.

'Watch the dancers, maybe we can distract ourselves.'

Yeah, right with Chaz's dick in my hand? But damn, those dancers. Chaz slid Skye's hand back out and turned him so Chaz was against his back now. The dancers were bad enough before but being oiled added a whole new kink. One of tubes floated close enough Skye thought he could reach out and touch the copper-skinned dancer painted in intricate patterns. The paint made him look exotic and alien, accentuating his spiked auburn hair and ripped body. His dark eyes were glued to Skye as he gyrated. The song echoed strangely in Skye's head as the words seemed to repeat over and over - give it to me I'm worth it... The dancer pulled off his G-string and Skye gasped and froze. There was something about the dancer, he could swear he could sense the thoughts - and they were so nasty.

He likes you, Chaz said in Skye's head.

I like him. Fuck that's a nice cock and that ass! How does he move that way? Mistral, I'm almost embarrassed at what he was thinking of doing with me. He felt, familiar... Just as Skye was about to reach out to the dancer, the tube moved away.

Mistral snickered giving Skye a chill. 'You should have looked closer, Skye.'

Chaz put his hand on the back of Skye's head interrupting his conversation with Mistral and turned Skye to look at him. Watch.

Chaz repeated the dance move twerking his ass making it jiggle and bounce.

Someone have lube? Skye mentally shouted. He felt more than saw Bryan come up behind him.

Utility belt, Bryan sent, handing Skye the lube.

MICA! I can't hold out. Can I do this now? Skye sent to the gold.

Go for it. I'll let Venci know the dagger's going down.

Skye praised Dillon for the magic seam as he opened his pants, pulled out his raging hardon and slicked up. Chaz was still twerking and Skye grabbed his were-dagger's hips, slid the leather strap aside and pressed himself into the hot crack.

Chaz froze for a second. Then started sliding up and down against Skye in time to the music. Fuck me, Skye.

Skye pushed inside and reached around Chaz, holding the harness as he began to pound the sexy man. His ass was hot and tight and squeezed just right. The music still vibrated in his bones. He set his rhythm to the beat and did the most erotic dance of his life.

Fuck, yeah. That's so hot, Skye. You two look amazing together, Jayce encouraged, keeping the onlookers back far enough to give them space.

Skye, this is Venci. Pull Chaz's dick out and stroke him while you fuck. You're doing great.

Skye didn't need to be told twice. One of the guards must have helped because all of a sudden, the leather thong was gone. Skye gripped Chaz's thick cock and almost lost it. He was so horny and Chaz's ass felt so good. The song's tempo let him go a little slower, and he stroked his wing-mate, caught up in their joint pleasure. Skye pulled his magic and began adding to Chaz's sensations.

Skye was vaguely aware that his remaining guards had joined providing a protective circle. He and Mistral were too caught up in Chaz to pay attention. Skye felt his and Chaz's orgasm building and didn't fight it. His body exploded in rapture. He could feel his seed pumping into Chaz's hot tunnel as the were-dagger erupted, creating a fountain of man seed all over the dance floor. A few of the other guests, went to their knees capturing the cum in their mouths before it ever landed. Some of it floated in the air and dancers stuck out their tongues capturing it and drinking it in.

Skye held onto Chaz for a minute as his heart calmed. Chaz, I love you. That was friggin amazing.

I love you too, Skye. Best sex I've had since the last time you fucked me. But maybe we could get a drink? I'm feeling a little wobbly.

The guys escorted Chaz and Skye back to their space. Jos again pushed more food into his hands and did the same with Chaz. Cazzie had returned with another tray of drinks. This time they were blue.

Skye accepted one and took a tentative sip. Surprisingly it was more spicy than sweet, but it felt real nice going down. He took another sip and ate some meat pastry things. He figured as long as they tasted good, he didn't want to know "what" they were.

Jayce came up to him and Skye found himself lusting after the pretty dragon. How can I still be so horny, Mistral? We barely finished with Chaz.

'I believe there are additives in the food and drinks. I think we're also getting some spillover from our brother.'

Skye realized that at some point he'd gotten distracted enough that he'd stopped shielding River. When he thought about it, he could feel the need coming through their bond. Oh well, I guess it serves a purpose.

Mica, have you heard from Venci? Are we doing okay?

Mica came up and wrapped his arm around Skye, leaning in and kissing along his chin to his ear. He's said to tell you that was fucking hot and if you ever want to do that with him, he's all in. Yes, the media is having a field day. They're loving it. But between you and me, I'm really regretting my decision.

Not too late to change your mind.

Maybe next time. I'm thinking of putting you between me and Garrett.

Oh, God. The reminder was enough for Skye to check on his mate. Garrett?

Well, glad you remembered me. You're doing amazing, baby. Jerrick and Taleel are with me, and we're watching live feeds from the club. Believe me, we all wish we were there with you. That was so freakishly hot. You're doing this to make me suffer, aren't you?

No, I'm doing what I was told. You know, trying to make the best of it. Skye teased.

You do that. Just keep in mind that I'm going to take you clubbing next chance we get and we'll make this look like an old lady's tea party.

I might hold you to that. Guess I better go back and try a little harder. Love you.

Skye snickered as he picked up Garrett's frustration through their bond. Skye finished his drink and had to take a second look at his mates. Cazzie was on the couch, legs in the air with Bryan fingering their hole while he stroked their dick. Mica was still beside Skye and gave a meaningful glance.

He's going to take care of them. He's the most versatile of your guys, Mica explained.

"PARTY, PARTY! It's time for a show!" the voice boomed.

Skye turned to look as a light runway appeared, close to their balcony. He went to the edge as the music shifted and all eyes focused on the narrow bridge. The lights shifted and strobed, and then the new dancer stepped out.

"Holy, shit," Skye muttered seeing the colorful man step out onto the runway. The guy reminded him of the pleasure worker they'd seen at the Pleasure Dome with Claudius. He was mostly blue but as colorful as a rainbow as if he'd been covered in gems and he moved with amazing grace. Skye hadn't noticed before, but the runway ended in a larger rounded dance floor. The blue guy began to perform, then more dancers strutted down the runway after him creating a line of beefcake, flexing and dancing. Not a stitch of clothing on any of them. He looked for the painted copper guy again but didn't see him on the runway.

The crowds moved in closer to get a better view. Skye moved farther forward. He found the blue guy fascinating. The dance moves he was making were bold and exotic. The performers obviously had no inhibitions and some of the guests were now close enough to the runway to reach up and touch the gyrating bodies.

You want to get closer? Mica asked, and Skye nodded agreement. He found himself being guided to the end of the runway. The crowd parted somewhat to let him through, hands and arms reaching out for a chance to touch the bloody prince. Skye's guards kept most of them back, but a few still groped and grabbed at him. Then he was there, standing just below the blue glittering dancer.

Skye wasn't sure why he felt drawn in. He wanted to run his hands over the dancer. The blue guy glanced down seeing Skye in the spotlight that seemed to follow him whenever he stepped out of their space. The dancer froze. His eyes went wide and Skye felt a wave of terror and panic. It was at that moment that Skye realized he was "the" pleasure worker and right now, he thought Skye was there to finish him off.

Skye didn't even think before he jumped up onto the runway. The crowd screamed and cheered assuming he was joining the show. Skye reached out with his magic and dove into the terrified mind, as he physically approached the dancer.

Skye began dancing, moving to the music as he circled the startled dancer. It's okay, you're safe. This is just coincidence and I promise we don't intend you any harm. But right now, the entire Empire is watching. Let's give them a show, and then I'll answer any questions.

You aren't going to kill me?

Promise. Skye sent a wave of calm into the man. He could tell immediately it worked as the pleasure worker began dancing with him, sometimes matching and sometimes complementing his moves.

You are beautiful, Skye sent.

Thank you, but I'm the one who should feel honored. Not everyone gets to dance with the Bloody Prince. My name is Treor.

I'm Skye, by the way. Nice to meet you Treor. Skye spun around the dancer and noted they were close to the same height, but Treor was fine boned and much more slender. The music changed again, and Skye found his concentration on moving and watching Treor. There was something incredibly seductive about him, and Skye found himself doing moves that he'd never tried.

You are an empath, Treor sent. I can feel it. You don't just speak in my mind, I feel you.

The dance was too fast to think. Skye just let himself feel and follow, letting Treor take the lead. He was the professional after all. They moved closer and closer until there was barely a breath separating them as they moved together. Skye knew he was hard as a rock and it was even more obvious that Treor was right there with him.

He didn't know him, he wasn't a wing-mate, but Skye wanted him. He let his hands trail over the rainbow of gems and was surprised to find Treor silky smooth. Treor's hands seduced and traced every curve and muscle. There was no longer space between them, Skye was behind the dancer, pressing firmly into his body from head to toe. His hands trailing up and down as they moved. He even surprised himself when he held Treor's cock in his hand and stroked it as they danced.

Skye leaned in and kissed Treor's neck. He felt a wave of lust crash over him. What was that?

'Don't stop now. He wants us.'

Skye bit at Treor's ear as he felt his magic rise.

Fuck me, PLEASE! Treor begged pushing against him.

Oh, shit, I'm sure this is a mistake of epic proportions. Skye slid his hand down and opened the seam on his pants.

'No, Skye. This feels right. Take him,' Mistral argued.

Skye spun Treor around, lifting him into the air as they spun then he bent back and slammed Treor down on his cock, sliding inside the tight opening all the way to the root as Treor wrapped his legs around Skye's hips. Skye could tell from the shimmers and sparkles glancing off Treor's skin that his eyes were glowing.

The alien's tight tunnel hugged him snuggly, and Treor began sliding up and down, fucking himself.

"YES!" Treor cried out, throwing his head back.

Skye left himself open and tried to figure out how he could make this better for his partner. He didn't know anything about their physiology, but he could react to what Treor thought felt good. He let his magic flood into the dancer as they moved. The crowd seemed to be going wild. Skye caught glances as they moved and he realized that several of the runway dancers were fucking guests on the bridge.

Treor was very talented. He moved and gyrated on Skye's shaft while keeping his legs wrapped around Skye's waist. Skye pulled him in to his chest and kissed his nipples, he licked over one and felt the tunnel squeeze his cock. He took the tit in his mouth and sucked. Treor vibrated in pleasure, bringing Skye to the edge.

Holy cow, Mistral. It's like fucking a vibrator. Skye used his powers to stimulate both of Treor's nipples while also stroking the dancer's cock. Treor vibrated faster and then Skye felt the wetness as his partner orgasmed, shooting his seed over Skye's chest, some of the jets hitting his chin.

It was enough to bring Skye to orgasm and he filled Treor's ass with his seed. He held Treor to him as the dancer seemed to melt and cling to him. Before he could worry about how to get back, his guards were there, leading them back to their box. Skye wasn't even sure how they got there, but he was sitting on the couch with a new drink in his hand. The blue dancer was curled in the corner of the couch, apparently asleep.

Impressive, Jayce said kneeling between Skye's legs.

Thanks, I um... sort of got caught up in the moment. I stole their dancer.

You were great. The crowd loved it, and I promise you, Skye, that was VERY dragon-like. I've already cleared it with management. They don't mind at all and said he can stay with us as long as we want him, Mica said sitting down beside Skye.

I think Mistral pushed me a little and it almost felt like Treor fed my lust.

It's okay, Skye. We all felt it. Your resistance is pretty low right now to help you with tonight... so it's not really surprising. We'll take care of him, don't worry. Mica squeezed Skye's knee and stood.

Skye took a sip of the new drink Jayce had given him. He felt the warmth spread through him and looked down at Jayce, running his fingers through the soft golden brown curls. Mistral, I really want to fuck Jayce, but I don't think his dads would be too pleased about that.

Jayce surprised Skye when he stood and then straddled his lap, putting a knee on either side as he leaned in and kissed him. Jayce slid a hand between Skye's legs, opening the seam on his crotch, then reached behind his ass and pulled the thong strap to the side as he slowly slid down on Skye.

What... what are you doing, Jayce?

If you can't tell, then I'm doing something wrong. Jayce flexed and wiggled with Skye firmly seated deep in his dragon hole.

But, cameras. Your dads. I don't want...

Jayce's tongue drove the thought from Skye's mind as it dove into his mouth and Jayce began sliding up and down. My dads wished me luck and promised they'd all ask Father Dragon for you to fuck me tonight where the whole Empire could see I belong to you.

Skye lifted Jayce up and turned putting him on his back on the couch. He leaned over and kissed as he began fucking his pretty gold dragon in earnest. You are beautiful.

They kissed and Skye forgot about the outside world, the music, the cameras, the media, and made love to Jayce. Can't disappoint your dads. I'll gladly fuck you whenever you want.

Skye realized what he'd just said and decided he was okay with it. Jayce was his, just like Chaz and the others. He'd do anything for his wing- mates and making love to them and giving of himself was what they needed. He really wished Garrett was with him to share this.

This time the orgasm was gentle but warm and loving. Skye stayed buried in Jayce as they kissed. The dragon felt good in his arms, their bodies connected as well as their minds.

Don't move. I want them to get really good pictures of your cock buried in my ass.

Jayce! What a perv. Skye pulled back enough to look in Jayce's eyes. He saw the flames burning in the depths.

I guess now, I'll have to be on duty and let someone else have a turn. Jayce squeezed his ass, milking a few more drops out of Skye. Don't want to. Want to hog you all to myself.

Oh, dear, you got cum in your lace. Not to worry, I got this, Skye sent as he gently pulled out and began licking up Jayce's spilled seed. He sucked on the lace over his base of his cock until it was clean, though it had mostly landed on his chest, his manhood breaking free over the top of the underwear. Skye licked up every drop and made sure to lick all the warm flesh in between, right up to Jayce's full pecs. Delicious.

They shared a brief loving kiss before Skye stood. Jos was there, another drink in hand.

Are you sure? I've had quite a few, Skye asked.

Love, you're burnin' through it as fast as I get it in you. Trust me, Jos said.

Skye's eyes trailed over Jos's bronzed body, down the straps of his singlet and saw how hard his guy was. The vinyl pulled obscenely over his erection, outlining it perfectly. Skye licked his lips and his eyes rose to meet Jos's blue orbs. You next?

We thought maybe Gregg should go next. Don't want you doing too many gold dragons. Though the lorikean was a nice touch.

What's a lorikean?

Treor. That's the name for his race. They're empaths by the way. Not as strong as psions, but there's a reason they're renown pleasure servants.

So maybe he did feed my lust. I guess I'm supposed to go dance again. What about Bryan? Should he take Chaz's place?

Take Chaz for now, Mica interrupted. Jos is staying here with our unconscious friend, but the rest of us will be with you. Bryan can trade off with Chaz when he's done. Mica paused and looked off to the side as if having another conversation. Something else to look for, Venci said it would be good if you could dance with another guest or two. Do some pictures with them, show them you're approachable. You don't 'have' to have sex, but if you want to, Venci said it would be awesome and very 'dragon' of you.

Skye couldn't help but scowl. He was becoming all too familiar with "dragon-like" behavior. And where is our helpful Venci? Probably hiding from me so I don't whoop his ass.

Skye felt a mental tickle. If I let you spank me, will you fuck me too? Venci mentally whispered.

Now you speak to me? Skye asked feeling a little perturbed.

It was an opportunity to secure future favors, Venci responded.

You know I can't resist you, especially once you get those magic hands on me. I've been meaning to ask you, did the Emperor or Prince Argos give you a list of suggestions or something?

Skye heard and felt Venci's laugh like a ripple through their connection. Better, Argos has my personal comm and has been giving me direct... um... feedback. He said he now sees why you and Darius think Chaz is so hot.

Shit, shit, shit. No one could make this up, Skye mentally shouted to Mistral. Okay, Venci, I'll see what I can do. But, Venci... you owe me. And I will collect.

Father Dragon, I hope so.

'Are you really surprised, Skye? About Pater?' Mistral asked.

That's what makes it worse. No, not surprised at all. I should have known and expected it. I wonder if he trained with Machiavelli.

Ready? Gregg asked.

Skye could feel Gregg's excitement and smiled. Let's go, sexy. Skye squeezed Gregg's ass as he passed.

Once back on the main dance floor, Skye let his senses scan the crowd around them. It took a couple of songs before he picked up on something interesting. He turned to try and find the source of the thoughts. It was a group of four young dragons, all dramatically decked out for their big night. It was someone's birthday. But one of the four wasn't just watching Skye in admiration, it had moved into hero-worship.

A bit embarrassing, but he's adorable. What do you think, Mistral?

'All four look tasty. Can we fuck them? From what you picked up, they're all more than willing. Imagine the bragging rights we'd give them.'

Mistral! No, we're talking about dancing with them. Skye could feel his dragon's disappointment and something that bordered on disgust with Skye. Skye tried to ignore his dragon and reached out to Mica, who happened to be closest to the group in question.

Mica, see the group of four dragons behind you to your left? I want to dance with the guy with green spiked hair. They are old enough, right?

Skye, if they're in the club, they're old enough. He's cute. Actually, they all are and if my senses aren't off, all chromas.

Yeah, he's a green - look at those eyes. They don't even look real. Make sure he's okay with the publicity and being splashed all over the media, Skye said before turning his attention to Gregg and Chaz as he filled them in on what he was doing.

Skye watched Mica approach the group and lean in to the green haired boy. Even in the club lights and from a distance, Skye saw the shock spread across the young dragon's face. His eyes went wide and his mouth dropped open. The hero worship evaporated and was replaced with fear of embarrassing himself. His friends appeared equally surprised but were actively encouraging him. Some things, Skye decided, transcended galaxy and race.

Skye held out his hand to the young dragon as Mica guided him over. The poor guy was vibrating with nervousness. Skye pulled on his magic and let the power flow into the green, calming him.

Skye, this is Leif. Mica sent.

Hey, Leif, I'm Skye, Skye sent mentally.

Father Dragon! He's in my head!

I'm a telepath, I thought it might be easier than yelling over the music. That is, if it's okay with you.

Leif nodded. Can you hear me if I think back at you?

I can, would you dance with me?

Sure. They began to move to the music. Father Dragon, does that mean he can read my thoughts? Oh, shit! What if he knows I'm thinking how bad I want him to fuck me? Father Dragon, I'd just die!

Skye held his mental snicker and pretended he didn't pick up on Leif's thoughts. Technically, reading minds wasn't the same as telepathy. But they didn't have the time to explain all the nuances. He watched Leif and continued to let his magic reduce the green's anxiety. Leif was pretty, smaller than most of his guards. He was around five foot five, slender but well-toned, his hair was sparkly and green but Skye guessed it was something he'd added since his eyebrows were blond. His eyes were the most stunning shade of green, even brighter than Dillon's.

Ready to give them some good photo ops? Skye asked.

I guess. What does that mean?

Are you okay if I touch you, get a little more personal in our dance moves? Sort of work with the song? Skye noted that Jessie J's song 'Play' seemed appropriate to the moment.

YES! Leif's eyes went wide but Skye wasn't sure the enthusiasm of his answer was intended for Skye or just a gut reaction.

Skye pulled Leif into him, turning Leif so Skye was pressed into the green's back, grinding against him. There was a brief flash of guilt, but Mistral pushed it down quickly. Skye reached around Leif and ran his hands up and down the smooth, firm flesh. Most of which was exposed. Leif was wearing an even briefer version of Jos's singlet. More like a G- string with a neck strap - in bright green vinyl. It covered his crotch and not much else, the back was a very long strap that disappeared between his ass cheeks.

The good part of the green singlet was that Skye could touch a lot of Leif. He could feel Leif's lust building. The green pushed back trying to get Skye's covered erection wedged in his crack. Skye licked up Leif's shoulder and nibbled on his ear.

You enjoying this.

Father Dragon... yes. Even in his mental voice Leif's moan of pleasure and lust came through clearly.

Skye turned Leif so they were frotting as they danced and kissed. So are you celebrating something special?

Bosci's birthday. He's my friend over there. The one in the yellow straps with feathers in his hair.

Cute, but... not as hot as you.

If Skye didn't have such a firm grip on Leif's ass, he was afraid the young dragon might have melted to the floor. He kissed him again. Venci, how we doing?

I'm with Mica. Agreeing to abstain this evening was the worst fucking decision of my life. That's so hot. The kid's a goner - I think you've fried his brain. The pictures and vids are awesome, they're eating it up.

I'm not sure Leif can take much more without cuming in his singlet. What about bringing in the other three and having my guys help put moves on them? Skye asked.

Might want to think about inviting them back to the box after. Don't want to look like you're just using them. Think of it as making their lives a little more exciting, Venci suggested.

I like that. Skye quickly reached out to his guards and told them all at the same time. He did feel Jos's disappointment at not getting in on it. As Mica went to pull in the other boys, Skye reached out to Jos alone.

I'll make it up to you. Promise, Skye sent and felt the immediate joy coming back through their bond.

Gregg had come up behind Skye and was rubbing against him while Skye danced with Leif. Skye caught Leif's curiosity in the lumberjack behind him.

That's Gregg. You like him?

He's sexy. Not a dragon, but he's listed himself as taken, so it won't tell me what he is.

Gregg's a wolf shifter. Very nicely endowed and quite skilled as well. Skye felt the interest climb a little as Leif wondered if a wolf would be interested in a twink dragon.

Gregg, I have an idea if you're up for it.

Greg gave little nips up Skye's neck, burying his nose in Skye's platinum waves. Tell me.

Gregg nuzzling sent little chills down Skye's spine. Most of his wing were very scent focused and all spend time sniffing and rubbing him to capture his scent. He'd long ago adjusted, finding it erotic and a turn on.

I know you have concerns about Alpha Wolf and how you're seen. I want to fuck you but don't want it to cause problems. What if you buried your big dick in Leif? He wants it bad. Would being in the middle...

Skye groaned as Gregg had his hands down to Skye's crotch and was squeezing and rubbing as he licked Skye's ear. I don't give a fuck what anyone thinks when it comes to you. You want to fuck me in the middle of the dance floor, then fuck me. But if you want to give the green dragon a night to remember, yeah... I'd plow that cute little ass - for you.

Skye caught Chaz out of the corner of his eye. Leif's friends were now in the center of their group with his were-dagger. Chaz was turning them all into simpering little whores. He was seducing each one of them, a touch here, a grind there, a lick of the tongue, a grope and a squeeze. And they were doing everything they could to return each touch.

Skye pulled Gregg in front of him and moved behind Leif so Leif and Gregg were dancing face to face. Skye used a touch of his magic and helped prep Leif for what was going to happen. He and Gregg were full out tongue fucking each other as hands slid over each other's bodies. Skye helped guide Gregg's hand to Leif's opening, and as soon as his finger hit the dragon hole, Skye knew there was no turning back.

Gregg's shorts were off within seconds, and he had his thick cock inside Leif. Skye fingered Gregg and used his magic to open up his shifter. It took more with them than it did dragons, but from the slick he found, Gregg must have been planning ahead. Skye opened his fly and moved in behind the wolf. Soon they had a daisy chain going with Gregg being fucked while he gave Leif the night of his life.

Skye had just found his rhythm when he felt hands on his ass. Nibbles on his back and then he felt the cool air as the seam over his butt opened and a tongue found his hole. Skye groaned and froze for a moment. Gregg objected.

Chaz...

You don't mind, do you? Chaz asked.

Just hurry up and get inside me, Skye begged. No question Chaz's cock was one of his favorites. Not that he didn't have lots of favorites, but still it was special. Then it was sliding inside and Skye forgot where he was, what he was doing and just enjoyed the sensations Chaz gave him.

It took a few minutes for Skye to focus and start fucking his wolf. Well, if this doesn't give Pater what he wanted, then I'm out of ideas. Skye was aware that Mistral was very happy and enjoying the evening immensely. It didn't take long before Chaz brought Skye to a powerful, mind-blowing orgasm and he filled Gregg with a solid load. It seemed that was the trigger and Chaz and Gregg quickly followed as Leif created his own fountain.

Skye was surprised to see Bryan on his knees taking Leif into his mouth to capture every drop the young green produced.

Skye turned his head and caught Chaz for a kiss before he reached and turned Gregg in to kiss him as well. Guys, maybe we should get these boys up to our box and chill for a few?

Good idea, Mica said. Great show by the way.

Yeah, too bad you couldn't be part of it.

"Time for the DANCERS! Give it up Dragons - a little action to our friend Olly! Yeah, what dragon wouldn't want that boy for a mate? Am I RIGHT?"

The crowd screamed and shouted in response and the runway as well as the floating dance tubes moved out. Skye looked in surprise as most of the tubes had not one, but two dancers, naked and full-on making out.

The dancers on the runway were pulling up guests and getting "real" personal. He probably would have missed their balcony if they guys weren't guiding him. Maybe I shouldn't be surprised, but... oh my. Skye thought, as the dancers were fucking the guests they'd pulled onto the runway.

When they got back to their box, Jos was looking a little frantic but handed him another drink. Skye didn't need an explanation of what was up with Jos. He downed the drink and pushed Jos down on the couch, lifting his legs to his shoulders before dropping to his knees. He winked at Jos and started licking.

Father Dragon... Skye...

I'd never forget you, Jos. I hope that drink works fast.

Skye startled when he felt Bryan's tongue on his hole. I love Chaz's seed. You don't mind do you? Bryan continued to eat Skye's ass all the way through him putting his ball juice deep in Jos's guts.

By the time Skye finished fucking Jos, he was feeling strangely floaty. He'd collapsed on the couch, holding Jos in his lap, and leisurely kissed his guard while he fingered his cum filled hole. Mica was still standing guard diligently but had given leave for all the other guys to let go.

So, Mistral. Is this what you were planning? Skye thought to his dragon as he watched the full out orgy around him. Gregg was in his own little heaven as he eagerly took one fuck after another. He'd already had the four dragon guests and now was riding Bryan while Chaz fucked Leif. Their blue friend Treor was awake again and entertaining two of the young dragons. Jayce was plowing the birthday boy, who from his thoughts was having the best night of his life.

'Not planning but I think it's going nicely. Too bad Venci isn't with us. I really wanted to get my claws on that dick. I liked the paint.'

What! What are you talking about Mistral? But Skye realized he knew - the dancer. The one he'd really been tempted by. That was Venci. As if on cue, Venci stepped into their box.

Skye squeezed Jos a little harder.

Go get 'em, tiger, Jos teased climbing off Skye's lap.

Venci? Skye walked to the edge of their balcony and looked up and down at the man standing before him. Even this close, Skye doubted.

The man leaned forward and kissed Skye. Thank you. High praise indeed if I can fool you.

Skye gripped Venci's hips and stared into the dark eyes. The face paint had completely changed his appearance. But those eyes, he knew those eyes. He looked at the lips and extended his tongue licking along the pouty bottom lip. Skye felt more than heard Mistral growl.

The G-string was back on, but Skye remembered very clearly how good Venci had looked when he was dancing for him. Again - the body paint. It had to have taken hours, changing the planes and angles of Venci's ripped body.

I cheated, Venci said pulling Skye's hand to his pouch.

Skye struggled to drag his eyes away from the white bulge and look back into Venci's eyes.

Cheated?

A little blue friend of ours gave me a special item that dampens my 'mental signature.' He said in a crowd it makes it next to impossible to separate the wearer from the others.

Skye grabbed the back of Venci's neck and pulled him in for a kiss. Venci opened and Skye's tongue explored the copper dragon. He tasted spicy, like the drink Skye had earlier. Mistral whispered an idea to Skye of what they could do with Venci. Skye considered and realized that he'd maybe had too much of the helpful drinks because it sounded completely reasonable.

But I've found you now. Skye mentally whispered. Time to pay for your 'bad' behavior. Are you still on duty?

Are you kidding? Prince Argos is going to throw you a party when you get back. The media's gone apeshit over what you've given them. Fucking the chromas was icing on the cake. Anything more at this point is bragging.

Skye lifted Venci and threw him over his shoulder. Good. Skye walked over to the couch and found an open spot. He tossed Venci down, making sure to keep a hold of the G-string, which tore from Venci's body. Better.

Father Dragon... Venci's eyes went wide and began to glow with the tell-tale inner fire.

Skye dropped to his knees and took his copper to the root on the first try. He sucked and licked until he could tell that Venci was close. Mmm. Thank you, Venci. For all you do. Skye slid his finger inside Venci, finding his dragon hole wet and ready.

If you really want to thank me... Venci started and stopped when Skye buried his tongue in Venci's hole. It was hard to talk and scream at the same time.

Oh, I'm going to thank you. Then when I'm done, Jos is going to thank you, then Jayce, then Chaz, then Bryan and when we get back to the room, Mica.

Not Gregg? Even with his mental voice, Venci sounded a little raspy.

Oh, yeah. He's going to say thank you. But he's helping me so guess it counts as the same time.

Venci looked up as Skye took Gregg's hand and guided him over. Gregg swung his leg over Venci and squatted over his chest. Skye snickered as Venci realized what was going down. Mainly Gregg.

Skye helped guide Venci's hard cock into Gregg's ass as Skye pushed into Venci's tight hole. Oh, Mistral, we're going to make our copper scream tonight. Too bad no one will hear him. Skye reached out with his magic, helping both his wolf and Venci reach new heights.

Skye! SKYE! Venci cried out in his mind.

Shhh, Venci. Bad dragons need to be punished. Take your medicine.

"ARRRGGGHHHHH! FUCK! FUCK!" Venci screamed.

No one heard him. Though it did seem to make Gregg move faster.

• Scene 4 *

"Time to get up!" Dillon's cheerful voice broke through.

"Oh, God. Just shoot me instead. Crap, I think I ate my pillow." Skye tried to get his arm under him to push up.

"Ow. Careful," Chaz objected as Skye's hand caught in the were-daggers' hair.

"Foot!" Jayce complained as Skye accidentally kicked him.

Dillon laughed. "You guys are so cute."

"Oh, Father Dragon... I feel like I got fucked by a Centaur," Jos moaned.

"I'm sure you'll all feel better after a shower and some breakfast," Dillon said encouragingly.

"Ew... food," Jos groaned.

"Sad isn't it. Dragons just can't handle their enhanced liquor," Mica's voice broke in.

"I guess wolves and were-daggers can't either. Not sure how Gregg ended up on the floor," Dillon observed.

"I was pushed," Gregg muttered.

"You didn't have to all climb in the same bed," Mica said.

"You're just spiteful 'cause you didn't get any!" Skye accused.

"He's got you there, surfer dude," Dillon teased.

"Yeah, well time to pull up your big boy pants and get moving. The shuttle will be here before too long." Mica turned and left the bedroom.

Skye managed to sit up and stared at Dillon trying to get his eyes to focus. "Um... I don't really remember coming back. Did we lose anyone?"

"Ha ha, no. All wing member safely accounted for. Actually, we're up by one lorikean. Word from the Palace was to bring him home with us. Also, your new fanboys all got home safely, and we have their contact information. Am I forgetting anyone?" Dillon tapped his chin with his pointer finger.

"We're taking Treor with us?" Skye asked still trying to process. Mistral, he was the lorikean, right?

'I'm resting. Don't bother me.'

"Yes. Although I'm not sure now is the time to go into it, you're not thinking clearly. Oh, and Braden said The Lust Factory owners sent flowers and a thank you. You are officially a lifetime VIP member and welcome anytime you want. They said it was their best night ever."

Skye groaned. "Chaz... I... um... oh fuck..." Chaz had wrapped himself around Skye and buried his face in Skye's crotch. Jos was kissing up Skye's leg, and Jayce had moved in behind and was kissing up Skye's spine.

"Guys. Don't start what you can't finish," Dillon warned.

"But he smells so good," Chaz said as he tenderly licked up Skye's shaft.

"What the fuck?" River burst out as he stepped into the room.

"Hey, River," Skye got out before another moan escaped.

"Not another word from you about my oversexed ways, big brother. Obviously, you've taken it to a new level, it's time to get your ass moving. And I don't mean on one of their dicks!"

"I told you, River" Dillon smirked.

"Geez, what did they give him? I've never seen him like this. Are we sure it's my brother? Can you feel it through your bond, Dillon? It's like they're all lust drunk. If last night wasn't bad enough. Damn, even my balls ache."

"Yeah, Mica thinks it's because of the bonds. He's guessing it's some kind of feedback loop that made it last longer. A shower and food should really help." Dillon walked over and extended his hand to Skye who reluctantly accepted and pulled him out of his wing-mate pile.

"I hope so, or the ride back to Capital City is going to be... rough."

"Dillon, where's Venci?" Skye asked.

Dillon snorted and pointed back to the bed. Skye turned - his eyes still weren't focusing so well. "Oh." Venci was there after all, he was somewhat underneath Jayce.

"I told you, everyone made it back."

"Yeah, I think maybe Gilian and Braden should be in charge today."

"They're doing okay. But I'll warn you now, they're grumpy. I don't even want to guess what our other wing-mates are going to have to say. At some point, you stopped shielding us out and um... shared. Good thing we have our own laundry service," Dillon snickered.

Skye's eyes went wide. "Oh, shit..."

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The Family:

• Argos D' Or Drakken, human, Prince, bond-mate to Darius, 'Pater' of Garrett, Zopyros, Kleitos, & Nikias. Adoptive father of Christos. Born on Earth - Greece. Has some characteristics and magic of a red dragon but not a dragon form. Artist.

• Christos D' Or Drakken, were-panther, Prince (without rights of succession), adopted son of Darius and Argos. Born on Draga. Student. A member of Skye's wing.

• Claudius D' Or Drakken, gold dragon, without royal rank, brother of Darius. Executed for Treason.

• Darius D' Or Drakken, gold dragon, Emperor, Father of Garrett, Zopyros, Kleitos, and Nikias, Adoptive father of Christos and bond-mated to Argos.

• Garrett D' Or Drakken, gold dragon, Prince, oldest son of Darius/Argos, heir apparent to the Empire, bond-mate to Skye Tomas Eklund. Commander within Galicon. A member of Skye's wing.

• Kleitos D' Or Drakken, gold dragon, Prince, third son of Darius/Argos. Medic. A member of Skye's wing.

• Nikias D' Or Drakken, gold dragon, Prince, fourth son of Darius/Argos, bond-mate to River Markus Eklund. Student. A member of Skye's wing. Temero: Astrogation and Engineering

• River Markus Eklund D'Or Drakken, platinum dragon. Prince, bond-mate to Nikias. Born human on Earth - U.S.A. Student. A member of Skye's wing. Temero: Tactical and Weapons

• Skye Tomas Eklund D'Or Drakken, platinum dragon, Prince, bond-mate to Garrett. Born human on Earth - U.S.A. Temero: Communications and Medical

• Tiev D' Or Drakken, blue dragon, partner of Claudius. Executed for Treason.

• Zopyros D' Or Drakken, gold dragon, currently without royal rank, second son of Darius/Argos. Medic specializing in non-dragon/magical species. Being held by the priesthood in penance for crimes against the Royal family.

• Charlie Eklund, human, grandfather of Skye and River, married to Nancy. Born on Earth - U.S.A.

• Nancy Eklund, human, grandmother of Skye and River, married to Charlie. Born on Earth - U.S.A.

• Rilien Eklund, (formerly Rilien Meadowdove), Elf, 5'6" often described as delicate and pretty with fair skin, ash-blond hair, and green eyes. He has a slender, fit build. Rilien has magical ability and is expected to become a mage. His father was a high elf mage, his mother was a meadow elf married to Tiberius Meadowdove. Skye's ward and a member of his wing.

• Willow Eklund, Nymph, 5'10" muscular and voluptuous, large dark nipples, with golden green skin, blue and green eyes, and greenish blond hair. Skye's ward and member of his wing.

Skye's Wing: (excluding family relations)

• Beckus "Beck," psion, 4'7" (138.4 cm), blue skin, blue eyes, and white hair. Bonded as a pair with River and also a member of Skye's wing. Son of Kwill.

• Braden Thomas, Ensign, gold dragon, 5'10" robust, dark blond hair, round face, pale gold skin, light blue eyes - Personal Assistant to Prince Skye and Prince Garrett. Member of Skye's wing. Previously served in HealthCorps.

• Bryan O'Dell, gold dragon, 5'10", bodybuilder, red hair, pale complexion, and emerald green eyes. Member of the guard and Skye's wing. Temero: Biology and Anthropology

• Chaz Blackclaw, were-dagger, 6'1", Ranger - athletic build, medium complexion, shoulder-length dark brown, wavy hair, chiseled face with dark brows and lashes, a neatly trimmed beard and striking blue eyes. Member of the guard and Skye's wing. Temero: Security

• Corey Armstrong, human. College mate of Skye from earth. 5'11", fit, athletic build, dark tan, brown hair, brown eyes. Former Prince Consort to King Tertian of Pembra. Bonded to Ronan D'Or Talon, a gold dragon. Member of Skye's wing.

• Dillon, Elf, 5'9" slender and fit with auburn hair and green eyes. Grandson of the former Queen Caladwen and brother of Gilian. Serve's as Skye and Garrett's valet but is treated more like family. Biologically changed by Skye's magic - enabling him to bond and carry a dragonling. A member of Skye's wing.

• Lord Eluf Sorenson - formerly human, Vampire King. 6'2", lean, fit build with white blond hair and blue eyes. Dark ivory skin. Distant ancestor of Skye and River. Due to bonding with Skye must feed on dragon blood. Member of Skye's wing.

• Feired Fornay, silver dragon, 5' 11", slender swimmer's build, pale complexion, silver-white shoulder-length, straight hair, pale blue eyes. Member of the guard and Skye's wing. Temero: Food Services

• Fiske Abusson, gold dragon, 6', lean muscled swimmer's build, warm gold skin, slender hips, thick, straight shoulder-length brown hair, blue eyes. Member of the guard and Skye's wing. Temero: Surveillance and Data Analysis

• Gilian, elf, Ranger, 5'4", slender athletic build, long, rich brown hair and brilliant green eyes. Sister of Dillon and granddaughter of Queen Caladwen. Member of the guard and Skye's wing. Temero: Botany

• Greggory Wolf, werewolf, 6', muscled athletic build, short dark beard, dark hair, and pale green eyes. Member of the guard and Skye's wing. Temero: Geology and Archeology

• Jayce Roberts, gold dragon, 5'10", pretty, ripped athletic build, notable 'v' torso, curly shoulder-length, golden brown hair, brown eyes with gold starburst. Member of the guard and Skye's wing. Temero: Medical

• Jerrick Lopez, copper dragon, long auburn braids, 6'1", ripped, swimmers build, copper skin, dark brown eyes. Part of Protectorate Patrol and a medic. Member of Skye's wing.

• Jos Trall, gold dragon, 5'9", bodybuilder, red-gold hair, skin more bronze than gold, blue eyes. Member of the guard and Skye's wing. Temero: Ship's Systems

• Kuai Lung, Chinese gold dragon, Asian in appearance, 5'6", ripped, slender build, black shoulder length hair, large dark eyes, and a pretty face. Member of the guard and Skye's wing. Temero: Ship's Systems and Programming

• Kwill, psion, 4'8" (143.5 cm), blue skin, black hair, bonded partner with Skye. Member of Skye's wing.

• Leesai Tedurian, Felecian, female 6'6", muscled and ripped, skin is a deep golden brown and has a mane of light brown hair, yellow cat's eyes, a little larger and set farther apart, cheekbones more pronounced than a human's, has a tail. Member of the guard and Skye's wing. Temero: Security

• Mica Kaber, gold dragon, 6'2", lean athletic build, shoulder-plus length, blond hair, blue eyes, Skye refers to him as his "surfer dude." Leader of Skye's guard and member of his wing. Temero: Engineering and Maintenance

• Quinn Corbin, gold dragon, 5'11", muscled athletic build, short-cropped dark brown hair, dark brown eyes. Member of the guard and Skye's wing. Temero: Tactical and Weapons

• Taleel Del Nuit - General, black dragon, 6'3", ebony skin, pointed ears, silver/mercury colored eyes, shiny, straight black hair often worn in a top knot with ponytail. Bodybuilder physique. Part of Protectorate Patrol and decorated General in Ground Forces. Member of Skye's wing.

• Teak Swallowfly, fairy, with a human form 5'11", large colorful wings that become a tattoo when he shifts to human. Athletic build, golden brown, curly hair to his shoulders, bright blue eyes, rich, warm brown skin. Former thief and spy and noted hacker. Now works with Pater's agents on clandestine research and spying for Skye. Member of Skye's wing.

• Venci Lopez, copper dragon, lean, slender build, auburn pompadour, copper skin, dark brown eyes. Senior Personal Assistant to Prince Skye and Prince Garrett. Member of Skye's wing. 46