Adrissu curled around him protectively, as if his naked body were also part of his hoard. Braern settled closer to him, his back against Adrissu’s side, as he sighed heavily.
“I love you,” Braern murmured, stroking the softer scales on the underside of his belly. Adrissu rumbled deep in his chest in response, curving his long neck around to start licking Braern clean. The elf laughed, startled at first, but made no move to resist. Adrissu started between his neck and shoulders, tasting the sweat and salt of his skin. He could feel the rapid thrum of his heartbeat, still quickened by adrenaline, and kept licking him in slow, long movements until his pulse began to ease back into a more normal rate.
Adrissu moved lower, across his chest and sternum; when his rough tongue passed over Braern’s nipples, the elf groaned and squirmed against him, fingernails scraping against his scales. His soft moans coaxed Adrissu’s member fully from its sheath. Braern leaned toward it, shifting so that Adrissu’s tongue now dragged along his ribs and his back; he began to carefully touch the soft scales on the head, then felt along its length. His hands were small, and his tongue even smaller, but a shiver of pleasure still shot up Adrissu’s spine as Braern licked away the bead of precome that had welled up on the tip of his cock.
“Gods, you’re boiling hot,” Braern groaned, leaning back against Adrissu.
“Spread your legs,” Adrissu murmured, and without missing a beat Braern obeyed, spreading his legs wide as Adrissu lowered his head. He first licked one long stripe up the length of Braern’s cock, making him gasp; then teased him with smaller licks along the junction of each of his thighs; then tongued his balls and the sensitive skin beneath them.
“Adrissu,” Braern panted as Adrissu’s tongue dipped lower, tasting his slick that now steadily leaked from his asshole. The fluid had a different taste from the rest of him, salty like his come, but muskier too. “Nngh—there, yes, right there—”
Adrissu groaned as his tongue slid easily into Braern’s entrance; he had only intended to lick over it, but his body was so open and ready beneath him that he slipped in effortlessly. Braern moaned; Adrissu gave him a few more exploratory licks, pushing a little deeper each time, until finally he pulled away to growl,
“Touch yourself. I’m going to make you come just like this.”
He lowered his head once more as Braern nodded, panting. The elf’s fingers brushed against his tongue as he gathered some of his own slick onto his hand, then stifled a cry as Adrissu’s tongue plunged into him again at the same moment he began to stroke himself.
Adrissu’s tail had curled protectively around Braern’s body; with his free hand, the elf absently grasped and squeezed at it, the other working his cock in time with the shallow, quick motions of Adrissu’s tongue inside him. The taste of him was addicting: dark and salty and herbal, the way he smelled, only far more concentrated here.
“Adrissu,” Braern panted, hips bucking against him. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
Adrissu growled, a deep sound from the pit of his chest that reverberated through the room. Braern yelped, tightening around Adrissu’s tongue—he liked the danger, Adrissu thought, so he growled again just to hear Braern moan.
“I’m close,” Braern said breathlessly, trembling. “D-Don’t stop.”
Adrissu growled again, wishing he could speak only so he could tell Braern that he absolutely would not stop. But that seemed to be enough—Braern gasped, contracting around him. A flood of slick coated his tongue as Braern came, his hand stuttering to a stop around his cock as he shot his release up his chest.
“I love you,” Braern panted, when his body finally shuddered and relaxed around him. “I love you, I love you.”
Carefully, Adrissu withdrew, slick and saliva dripping from his maw. “You’re mine,” he rumbled, nuzzling just under Braern’s jaw as he repositioned himself. “I’ll never let anyone hurt you again.”
“Yours,” Braern agreed breathlessly, eyelids flickering. “Yours.”
“Don’t get too comfortable, I’m not done with you yet,” Adrissu teased. He grasped Braern’s legs just below the knee to push them up and press his thighs together, careful not to break skin with his claws. “Still want me like this?”
“Gods, yes,” Braern laughed, eyes full of adoration as he looked up at Adrissu with a blissed-out smile. “Just like this. Just as you are.”
Warmth seeped through every inch of Adrissu’s body, as he smiled back down at Braern. His true form should have terrified him—even his smile, with his rows of razor teeth, should have been unsettling—but Braern looked up at him with no less love and affection than he had when they were both elves in his tower bed.
“Mine,” Adrissu sighed, lowering himself over Braern’s body to push his cock between his thighs. He would never truly fit inside Braern in this form, but his thighs were slick with his own lubrication, and his torso was painted with come, creating enough pressure and friction that Adrissu could rut against him. He could not really be dignified or tender—his body was far too long to look at Braern from this position, and if he was too rough, he could easily crush Braern beneath him. But he could glide his cock through the silky pressure of his legs, and if Braern wanted him this way, then this way he would remain.
“Here,” Braern panted, reaching past his bent legs with one hand. “You liked this before, didn’t you?” Adrissu groaned as Braern’s hands found the base of his cock: the tender fold of skin and scales where his cock emerged from his body and the sensitive flesh within. The elf’s fingers skimmed the soft surface, but even that feather-light touch set his body aflame.
“Braern,” he moaned, forcing himself not to rut harder against him.
“You do like this,” Braern murmured, sounding far too pleased with himself, as he leaned forward to dip his fingers further into the slit. Adrissu grit his teeth, embers fluttering at the back of his throat as pleasure overtook him. Of all the things he could have remembered from his past lives, of course it would bethis. “I want to watch you come like this, make you come all over me.”
“B-Braern,” Adrissu grunted again, this time as a warning. He turned his head to the side to try and stifle the threat of his fiery breath that rose in the back of his throat, tongue lolling and claws scrabbling on the stone floor. He was mindless, utterly overcome with the need to mate, to mark. Braern’s fingers rubbed insistently at the base of his cock and the sensitive walls around it, and he was undone. Adrissu growled and roared as his orgasm shuddered through him, barely registering Braern’s gasp when he pumped his load across the length of his body. This washismate, the most primal part of Adrissu’s mind purred—completely and utterly his, marked with his seed and bound to him by fate. He would never let anyone touch him again.
When he could focus, Adrissu pushed himself off Braern with trembling limbs. The same adoring smile was on his face, entirely unbothered with the mess all over his torso and legs—and, Adrissu noticed with a scowl, some even past his head and onto the nearest pile of gems.Thatwould be a frustrating clean-up, a problem for the future.
“Dirty boy,” he grumbled deep in his chest, then he set to work licking Braern clean again. “You’d die trying to take my cock.”
“That doesn’t make me want it any less,” Braern laughed, catching Adrissu’s head between his hands to hold him still as their eyes met. “I love you. I lovethis. I feel like I should... I don’t know, be afraid or upset or... Or regret what we did. But I don’t, not at all. I want this forever. I want to be bonded toyou,Adrissu.”
Adrissu paused, meeting the elf’s earnest gaze for a long moment. The idea of the elven bond was strange to him, but the admission seemed tender and honest. It filled him with affection, knowing Braern had essentially asked for them to be married. The idea of marriage meant nothing in draconic society, which was why in his past lives they had never formally been married, but he knew mortals held the concept in high regard.
Of course, Braern was asking him thisnow, when he had just coated his mate in come—after they had just, essentially, killed his former husband. It was an understandable question, but not something Adrissu thought he should answer anytime soon.
