I’d seen him naked a few times, when he transformed, but not up here. Not since that first time. He just came to keep an eye on me.
It was strange to stand before him, completely naked, when he was fully dressed.
Dressed not only in the cloaks the dragons sometimes wore right after transforming, but with trousers and everything.
I don’t know what I was expecting—maybe rough hands to turn me around in place until he was convinced that there was nothing significant wrong with me.
Instead, he pulled on my hand until my knees hit the outside of his thigh. His eyebrows inched up his forehead as he stared at me, and I only got his meaning when he pulled on my wrist and I nearly tipped over into his lap.
That was, apparently, right where he wanted me.
With a deep breath and butterflies in my stomach, I lowered myself over his thighs. My right arm was pinned against him, but the one that hung over his knees, I held out and bent back.
“Do you want—” I wiggled my hand, figuring he’d want to pin it down or retie me.
He breathed out his nose, short and annoyed. “Just use it to cushion your head while I look.”
“Oh... all right.” I bent that free arm beneath me and set my forehead down, relieved to hide my hot cheeks from him while he was so intent on looking me over.
“He shouldn’t have held you so tightly,” Andreas said, running a hand over the yellowing bruises on my hips. More than anything, it made my skin feel shivery and nice.
“I didn’t mind. I usually don’t mind a bit of rough treatment, and Harri seems like he has some frustrations to work out. If I can help him with that—” I shrugged. I’d never imagined myself playing concubine to a handful of dragons out in the middle of nowhere, but I liked the idea that I was doing something worthwhile.
Of course, I was probably ascribing more value to letting a bunch of dragons come in my ass than the act deserved, but I was still a prince. I wasn’t meant to live a pointless life.
Andreas only hummed, and I got the vague sense he wasn’t quite satisfied with that, and I didn’t know why.
He spread his hands over my asscheeks, gently using his thumbs to pull them apart.
He sighed, and I shivered at the exposure.
“You’re still a little swollen. Does this hurt?” He ran the pad of his thumb against my hole, and my toes curled. It didn’t hurt, but he was right—I wasn’t quite recovered from the other night, and my skin felt puffy and sensitive there. His careful touch was a delicious torture.
“No,” I said, voice tight and slightly choked. “No, it definitely doesn’t hurt.”
Another hum was the only response I got, and I bit my lip, pressing my face down hard against my bent arm. This would be over soon. I just had to hold it together until for a few minutes and not turn into a sobbing, begging mess.
Iwantedhim to keep touching me. More of whatever he was doing, the careful prodding and attentive inspection and?—
All right, I didn’t normally go so long without at least relieving myself, but with my hands tied, I hadn’t been able.
He lifted his hand, but his finger returned a moment later, spit-slick and warm. He worked it into me slowly, and it was all I could do to keep my mouth shut while my cock twitched against my belly.
Could he feel the tip pressing against his thigh? Did I want him to?
I wasn’t sure, but I tried to go lax, to loosen my legs and just—just not think about it because what I wanted this to be wasn’t what it was and?—
“It doesn’t feel like there’s anything wrong.” He’d curled his finger to feel the inside, and?—
Fuck me, his fingertip grazed my swollen prostate.
I whined, pressing my teeth against my forearm to muffle the sound. It wasn’t that I was embarrassed, exactly, but I worried that if I were too loud, if I drew too much attention, he’d stop. Andreas didn’t want me the same way that the others did, and I?—
Well, I’d have to be significantly more daft than I was not to want him.
He was tall and beautiful in a way that wasn’tquitehuman. Yes, he mostly looked like us, but there was a metallic sheen to his deep blue eyes that I’d never seen before, and his body looked like it’d been carved intentionally, over and over, each time he transformed.
I’d never seen anyone so perfect.
