The sting was delicious, the burn combatting the one that drove him to be taken so roughly. Varis crooned as theemptiness filled with a better heat, a weighty one that occupied his need. “Mmh, fuck yes! Now move, dammit!”
“Impatient mate,” Ghreid said, placing a hand on Varis’s chest. Despite the restraint, he angled his hips and rocked them, trying to get the barest of friction.
“Mff! Yes. Yes!” Varis screamed in bliss. By the smallest motions alone, he came undone, his insides pulsing, cock kicking and releasing up his belly in a messy spill.
“Greedy little thing.” Ghreid’s growl gave Varis an involuntary shudder that coaxed a final spurt of cum up his bare chest before his powerful hips moved. “I’ll be sure to give you every drop of me if you give me the same. I will settle for nothing less.”
Varis wanted that. So much. “P-please!”
Ghreid pumped and thrusted, rocking his length inside Varis, sheathing himself fully. Every nerve on his body lit aflame. Gooseflesh prickled, his scales rippled, and Varis braced himself as Ghreid’s frenzied thrusts grew erratic and fierce. “I’ll give you more. I’ll give you my all.”
Varis squirmed and clenched his thighs, rocked his hips, and struggled under Ghreid’s intense fucking.
It wasn’t love, nor the passion between two. It wasn’t something sweet or the blissful sex where they cuddled into the night. It was primal, raw, and fearsome, driven by instinct and burning need alone. The orgasms were fantastic, but Varis preferred lust with breaks between. And sandwiches. That was nice, too. Perhaps cake and honeywine.
As Varis came once more, Ghreid bottomed out, his cock fattening, stretching him to that unbearable point as wet heat flooded his insides. And where it went, Varis was none the wiser, because it didn’t fill his channel and flood his belly as normal. It filled some dark recess that opened only to Ghreid. He couldfeelit. Life seed penetrated deep in his belly, and the thought madehim cry out in utter bliss. “You’re doing it. You’re breeding me… Keep going. I want nothing more. Fill me and I will give you all the children you could ever desire.”
Ghreid snarled and slammed home, his knot making Varis’s vision go double from sensation alone. “It is in my nature. I want. I demand. I desire. As many children as you will give me, I will take.”
And in the desperate pleasure rising in him, Varis knew he’d want to spend the rest of his life bearing eggs for the dragon rutting into him shamelessly.
Ghreid placed a hand over Varis’s belly. “I want your belly to swell with child for me.”
Varis came, cock kicking as he unloaded in impressively thick ropes. Ghreid leaned his head down and lapped at Varis’s chest, rumbling with utter delight between rocking motions of his hips.
Each drop of seed spilled into Varis quenched the fire within him bit by bit. By morning, Varis prayed to be nothing more than muddied soot.
Chapter Twenty
Ghreid
Such a lovely creature Varis was. Flitting about the estate in his new clothes made something glorious warm Ghreid’s heart.
The gold of the Draynarian silk had been split into trim, lapels, and accent pieces for many outfits that complemented Varis’s pallor. Gold looked good on him, and Ghreid barely resisted touching him at any given opportunity. That morning was no different when they slipped out of bed at Rydel’s demand.
Varis went about his duties—ones he’d self-appointed, making himself the face and voice of the new Saurian rule.
“My Liege.” Rydel knocked at Ghreid’s doorframe, drawing him out of a stack of paperwork thicker than the hard-on he wanted to give Varis right that moment merely thinking of him.
“Hmm?” Ghreid tilted his head up and frowned as two unfamiliar men of Kalish origin stared back, one the spitting image of an older—perhaps little portlier—Varis.
“Ghreid of Sauria,” a well-educated accent enunciated as what appeared to be an attendant bowed low. “Well met.”
Ghreid rose to pay his visitors respect as the second male did not bow, only strode in, eying his surroundings with a discerning gaze. “To whom might I extend my welcome?”
“I am the first Rashiz, Dal Finem.” The family resemblance must have been strong genes, as Varis’s family had been the third Rashiz.
“Well met. Welcome to my territory. How might I aid you?” Ghreid did not extend his hand, as they did not do so in Kaliman. He merely held his arm laterally as if he were to drape a towel and gave a nod of his head. The gesture was reciprocated, and Ghreid offered the two a seat.
As the Rashiz sat, he pulled a folded parchment letter from his jacket and extended it to Ghreid with a dour expression. “It is in regards to my son, Varis Dal Enon.”
“Forgive me if I am mistaken, but Varis spoke as if he was of thethirdRashiz. This would mean he was of the first…” Ghreid hesitated as Finem nodded once.
“Many have become ill and died. The succession has moved up.” He tented his fingers. “And my son needs to be returned.”
Ghreid hesitated, thinking of the correct words before resting his clawed hands flat on his desk to not give the appearance of a threat. “Returned to sacrifice to Alim, correct?”
An expression darkened Finem’s face as he shook his head slightly. “I would like to broker a deal with Sauria in regards to the ashen. I’ve long despised the tradition, and with my heir apparent one—the church was happy to allow Alim to ‘speak to them.’”
