“Easy,” I murmur, cradling him close. Blood seeps through his sleeve where the arrow grazed him. My dragon snarls at the scent.
The boy laughs, shaky. “We’re alive.”
“Barely.” I carry him into the hollow—a circle of stones, a small fire already banked by my earlier preparations, furs spread thick. I set him down, strip his cloak and tunic with careful hands. The graze is shallow but angry. I clean it with water from my flask, smear dragon-blood salve. He hisses, then sighs as the pain ebbs.
“You were magnificent,” Gamble says, eyes shining. “My dragon.”
“You werereckless,” I counter, but there’s no anger in it. I kiss the bandage, then his wrist, then the inside of his elbow. “Riding into battle on my back like some elven warlord.”
“Jealous of my flair?” He tugs me down until I’m stretched over him, furs soft beneath us, firelight dancing across his skin.
“Terrified,” I admit against his throat. “Every second you were up there, I thought?—”
He silences me with a kiss—slow, deep, tasting of smoke and cider and him. His hands slide under my shirt, nails scraping down my back.
“I need you,” he whispers. “I need to feel you.Allof you.”
I pull back just enough to meet his eyes. “Here?”
“Here.” He arches up, grinding against me. “Now. Please, Daddy.”
The plea undoes me. The boy wants this as much as I do. And I’m going to make sure he gets it too.
I strip him bare, then myself, until there’s nothing between us but firelight and want. His skin is furnace-hot under my palms; the fire stone lies forgotten on the furs, quiet for once. I kiss every inch of him—collarbone, ribs, the hollow of his hip—until he’s writhing, begging in broken elvish.
As Gamble’s cock thumps and twitches, I take my own rock-hard cock and slap it back and forth against the boy’s smooth, milky-white stomach.
“Daddy’s going to show you how a dragon fucks,” I growl. “Do you think you can handle it?”
Gamble nods and sinks to his knees.
“I’ll show you that I can handle anything,” Gamble says, a slight hint of nerves in his voice just before he presses his puckered lips up against the engorged tip of my cock and lays a soft, wet kiss there.
“Good boy,” I roar, my balls tightening as I feel Gamble reach behind and grab my ass as he opens his mouth wide and takes my entire length inside his mouth. “Get it nice and wet. Trustme, you’re going to need all the lube you can get when I take that naughty little ass and make it mine.”
Gamble makes a muffled reply as he begins to bounce his mouth up and down my shaft, spittle flying out the side of his mouth as he works hard and fast, just the way I like it.
But if the boy thinks that he’s going to be leading the way on this, he’s got another thing coming. I’m his Dragon Daddy, and it’s time to show the sassy elf who’s the boss…
Chapter 7
Gamble
“Will you…change… when it’s time?” I ask, licking my lips to the taste of Sarak’s veins, hard cock.
I don’t need to wait long for an answer as my Daddy’s wings and tail reveal themselves to the sound of his roar. I’m surrounded by him. I couldn’t run, even if I wanted to. I feel so small, so submissive… and I love it.
“You’re mine now,” Sarak bellows, his wet cock bouncing menacingly as he steps closer and grabs me underneath the arms and lifts me upward toward his chest. “You know there’s no going back, don’t you?”
I nod and smile, my eyes wide with desire as I feel Sarak grab my ass cheeks and lower my ass hole onto the tip of his wet cock.
“Just do it,” I say, bracing myself. “Spilt me in half. Fill me up. Fuck me until I don’t know where I am. I’m yours, Daddy.”
And Sarak does just that.
I let out a long, high cry of pleasure and pain as my Daddy lowers me fully onto his wet manhood, my entire body trembling and convulsing as I feel him go all the way inside me.But before long, the discomfort is replaced by something else altogether…
“That’s it, you like it, don’t you?” Sarak growls, a knowing look in his eyes. “You like the feeling of a dragon’s dick buried all the way inside your tight little elven ass hole.”
