“F-Fuck!” Varis grabbed pillows and silk, fingers twisting sheets as his legs spread wide while his tail curled and flickedwith uncontrolled motions, each a gesture of come-hither and lust.
If only.Ghreid brought a hand between Varis’s legs, cradling his sack with a gentle palm and stroke of his perineum. And perhaps it wasn’t a surprise, but the sheer amount of wetness that pooled from Varis’s ass made Ghreid snarl, sucking harder as his fingers rocked and slid back, circling his entrance with a teasing stroke.
Something convoluted bubbled free of Varis’s lips, a plea to Alim that Ghreid silenced by sliding a single finger into Varis’s entrance to press purposefully into the tender spot within. The foreign male’s hips shot up from the bed with a shaking cry as Ghreid pulled his face away with a hoarse snarl. “Alim no longer matters to you. You cry to dragons and your own kind. If you must cry a name, cry mine.”
Varis clenched desperately around Ghreid’s finger as he worked a second in and reseated his mouth over the poor male’s aching cock. Ghreid bobbed his head and worked Varis into a frenzy, making come-hither motions that abused that poor gland within his innermost depths until he spasmed, cried a choked word that Ghreid didn’t catch, and spilled.
Thathe did catch.
Ghreid swallowed and kept bobbing his head, continued abusing his mate’s gland and when he spilled for a second time with a near scream of pleasure, Ghreid pulled away and let the male fall asleep, deep and content to rest until his body settled.
“Rest well, my mate.” Ghreid lapped over his fingers, tasting sweet slick, and watched with a purr before deciding to take care of himself. Ghreid lay back in bed, watching his sleeping mate, using the spilled slick still remaining on his fingers to stroke himself off into a slow and powerful orgasm. “You’re perfect.”
Chapter Nineteen
Varis
Atop the plateau of the wyverns’ stables, they gathered, seven brothers, the king of Monsmount, and a few local elected officials. Amid them also milled a few nervous and out-of-place tradespeople who seemed utterly honored to be invited to such an occasion. If anything, it was free liquor and a chance of a lifetime.
They wasted no time, Varis trembling with excitement, hardly able to control the draconic elements of himself. From the vaults, Rath had brought treasure, bands to fit on Varis’s horns, and the tool they used to tap it into place.
Ghreid presented two golden bands and held them aloft for Varis’s expression, and he knelt before him, head bowed to present his full, streamlined horns. “Before the fates and my family, you will bear your crown.”
Varis took a deep breath, tensing in wait as Ghreid fitted the bands and situated the tool. “And I accept them as a mark, to show all how proud I am to be loved by a dragon. To be possessed by greed itself.”
Ghreid rumbled with pleasure as he tapped the die down onto his horn, Varis flinching with each strike until it scuffed the nacre of his keratinous growths. There, they situated, immovable, and Ghreid did not string a chain between them, but rather he attached charms at the posts, two instruments like a sistrum that would pay homage to his homeland. He would be musical, and without the drag of a chain, he could swim freely.
Once done, Varis stared up at his mate and rose with a gesture. Ghreid rumbled his approval and took his hands. “You are my ashen, in my heart, I will be at your side always.”
“And you, I.” Varis closed his eyes, and Ghreid pulled away, his brothers gesturing their human guests to back away. The spectacle of them shifting would be one so few humans would ever witness so close. And with ease, Ghreid stripped and shifted, drawing from his heart his greater form. The golden Draynarian silk spilled from his body and Rydel, his attendant, retrieved it even as Varis shed his own. The gold silk flowing over his body with a longer tunic that echoed of his homeland’s culture, something he felt comfortable in.
Varis took a shuddering breath as Ghreid watched him. His changing eyes, vision rippling, locked in on Ghreid, as his scales crawled in an itching wave over his growing form. Arms lengthened, the pain an ache, tail stretched, spine popping as it echoed in his skull, and the rest of the world ceased to matter. The weight of what must have been his sanguine horns strained his neck as the trinkets tiny at the tips of them jingled farther out, where they’d grown to meet his size. Teeth like daggers bit against a thicker, longer tongue that crowded his mouth, each curved in a way that suggested he was meant for hunting fish. He truly was the bane of his desires, to never eat fish again. He was meant for water, and the instinct of his dragon knew it.
All at once around them, a multitude of fires shot into the air and cries of joy rang as Varis and Ghreid leaned their necks against one another, tilted their jaws upward, and spat their fires to the sky. Ghreid’s molten fire, the golden shot of it spitting high, and Varis’s like steam, a shot of water boiling and targeted colliding with his own. Flight would take time, but the two nuzzled their necks, licking and nibbling at one another until Ghreid whined in a way that professed an urge to mate right then and there. Instead, he pulled back and shifted forms. Varis joined him, one thing on his mind as they stole away, bare before the world to seek refuge in their quarters.
“Ah, the ritual deflowering.” King Reigh politely clapped amid the gathered men and Falustus, his arguably horniest brother, coughed and informed him that there was no chance in hell that either of them had a flower left to spare.
But it was untrue.
In time, when his brothers had gone home, Ghreid would teach his mate to fly and fuck his dragon in the most primal of ways.
Until then?
The full moon called, and they could only pray that their union would be blessed.
It’d have to be.
Varis wasmadefor it.
“A wedding without flowers of any variety,” Varis said, laughing as their bare forms slid into their familiar nest.
Varis trembled and drew Ghreid against him, familiar bodies insinuating themselves.
Unlike the passions they’d shared in the time since, this was different. Heat and ardor culminated in a low boil in his belly, laying over a buzzing sensation that made Varis curl his tail and clench his toes without being touched. “Ghreid. I need you.”
The response was nothing short of feral, a snarl and press of body against his own, powerful arms lifting a leg over his shoulder, clasping the other beneath his knee. There, his cock would strike his innermost spot without fail. And, as if prep were an afterthought, Ghreid reached between them to slick his fingers and play with Varis’s entrance, drawing back slick to coat his own cock.
“I don’t need it. I needyou.” Varis whimpered and gasped when Ghreid complied, pushing forward with a slow stroke of his hips.
