Those two fingers pierced Caden and his hips lifted, arching off of the bed, as his mouth opened in a gasp of pleasure. Snow burst from his lips and lazy flakes fell down upon Valerius’ shoulders. When those two fingers spread apart, Caden moaned and tightened his hands around his knees. Ice formed, sticking his palms to his calves. Valerius’ breath though set him free.
A third finger delved into the place inside of him that was as hot as Raziel’s flames. Valerius thrust them all the way in then drew them slowly out, spreading them wide as he did so. Caden clenched his teeth and high whines escaped him. More snow began to fall even as waves of heat swirled all around them.
“Need you. In me. Now,” Caden got out.
Valerius flashed him a set of very white teeth. Those eyes filled with flames were also filled with love so even though both of them were on the edge of this precipice of desire, Valerius was careful. He was always so careful. He guided his large cock inside of Caden as if Caden was his most precious treasure. Caden had to remind him that he wasn’t a delicate treasure. So he unfolded his legs and wrapped them around Valerius’ waist. He dug his heels into that magnificent ass and speared himself on that beloved, thick cock.
Caden had to just hold Valerius inside of him then and breathe around the massive girth, allowing his half-prepared body to relax around the precious cock. Valerius held himself very still except for his fingers which twitched around Caden’s hips.
“Now you’ve done it,” Valerius chuckled.
“Yeah, I’ve got you. It’s like the dog who chases a car and catches one. But I know what to do with you,” Caden laughed. “Love me, Valerius. Love me always.”
Valerius’ eyelids shut tightly for a moment. When they opened, the flames roared.
And then he was moving. He gripped Caden’s hips as he slowly pulled out an inch before pushing back in. Each movement was careful, controlled, but those flames told Caden just how much Valerius was controlling himself.
“You don’t have to hold back. I’m not fragile. I’m made for you,” Caden reminded him.
Again, those eyes fluttered shut, but not completely and the glow of fire shone through his lashes. Then he was truly moving. Pulling all the way out and thrusting in. Caden’s body jolted with each inward push. Pleasure coiled around his spine and spiraled up with each and every movement. He let his head fall back on the pillows and opened his mouth to let out the moans and gasps and whines of pleasure that this loving gave him.
Valerius’ balls slapped against his ass as they worked up a rhythm that had the bed shaking. Snow swirled around them just as waves of heat did. Snow formed only to melt and then form again. A swirl of fire and ice.
Valerius delved deep inside of him, grinding their bodies together, as Caden threaded his fingers through Valerius’ hair. He pulled Valerius’ mouth to his. They breathed each other’s breaths. They drank each other’s scent. They were one.
Caden’s cock strained for Valerius. He frantically rubbed it against Valerius’ washboard stomach. Valerius’ thrusts inside of him became short and quick. Caden wrapped his arms around Valerius’ back and pushed them together as if he could form one body between them. Ice connected them. A flash of fire turned it to steam and they were awash in white.
Valerius’ cock was totally inside of him. They were as tightly connected as could be. Their mouths were against one another’s. Their arms were wound around each other. Their orgasms rolled through them like the bursting of a storm. Caden thought he heard a clap of thunder. There was definitely a flash of light from the helix as the red and white flared.
We’re going to hear about this tomorrow, Caden thought.
They’re just jealous, Valerius answered.
Valerius shook as he tried to keep above Caden and not crush him with his weight. Caden pulled him fully down and relished the weight of the Black Dragon King on top of him. The sweat. The heat. The musk. The reality that Valerius was here and his and this was forever.
This is forever, Caden smiled broadly over Valerius’ heaving shoulder. This is forever.
Valerius responded, Forever is not long enough.
They kissed as the helix spun and the stars burned until morning.
Dragons' Reign
“We’re here for the event of the century! Maybe the millennium! After all, how often do two Dragon Shifters fall in love and get married?” The blonde reporter burbled as her thousand-watt smile lit up the space as much as the lights did. Maybe more. “What are your thoughts, Ken, about this historic day?”
She was asking her co-host. The two of them were standing in the courtyard of High Reach. The gray stone castle looked imposing even in full sunlight, but was softened by the thousands of fairy lights that surrounded every door and window of the castle. White and red roses were woven together and linked with glittery, black velvet ribbon. There were huge, many layered vases of flowers so large that it would take a Dragon to lift them.
“I’ve always enjoyed weddings, Barbara, but I have to admit that there is something in the air today that’s a little more,” Ken, who resembled his doll counterpart with the perfectly coiffed brown hair and broad, Crest-white smile. “We’ve been given permission to go inside before the ceremony starts and show our audience everything. Even some of the back of the house business. But I do wish we could somehow translate this feeling.”
“I know exactly what you mean!” Barbara beamed. “It’s almost like the air is fizzing like champagne. The excitement and admiration for the Black and White Dragon Kings is just palpable. Maybe by taking our audience into the castle, we can give them a small taste of it. This way!”
The last was cried gaily to the camera operator who followed Barbara--in her icy, white dress with shining sequins and pearls--and Ken--in a black tuxedo with white cumberbund--as they clattered up the stairs and into the main hallway. As they moved inside of the castle, they were surrounded by staff and guests. The staff were moving at a brisk, if controlled pace, almost in a dance as they avoided the guests who already had glasses of champagne in one hand and a canape in the other.
“Every room on the first floor is open to guests,” Ken explained to the audience. “The actual wedding will take place in the throne room where after the ceremony is complete, both of our kings will take their thrones and begin their joint rule officially. But first, we’re going to check in on the dressing area where the Dragon Shifters are getting prepared!”
The camera followed them down the imposing arched hallways and rather baroque rooms with high bookcases, dark mahogany furniture, and leather sofas. Every fireplace was filled with logs, many already burning happily, crackling and popping as they were fed wood by a constant stream of staff. Elegantly dressed guests were seated on large leather and velvet sofas and chairs.
“Oh, look there! It’s President Goodfellow! Let’s have a bit of a word with her now,” Barbara enthused, leading them away from their dressing room destination.
