Chapter 11 Dragon’s Tail
Dragon’s Tail
TERRANCE
The air was still mild after it rained, and it smelled fresh, for once free from the ever-present Ardaine dust. I stared at the beautiful view from Lothair’s patio, breathing in the clean scent of grass clippings while pleasure gathered in my underbelly.
Lothair’s tongue danced along the underside of my dick. I didn’t want to look at him, or it’d be over too soon. He was so hungry and eager the powerful suction threatened to pull the cum out of my balls any second. He gagged but fought through it and took me even deeper.
Fuck.
Then he pulled off, looked up at me, panting, eyes glazed, lips red…
“Give it to me, please, Terry.”
And he swallowed me to the root again.
So I gathered his hair in my fist and looked my fill. Moaning and grunting, he bobbed his head, his lips stretched thin, his throat working. God, he was so hungry for me. Watching him suck my cock like he’d die without it, I couldn’t last.
Lothair came onto the patio floor while he swallowed my cum. Which was a damned shame because I’d wanted to eat his. He licked my cock clean and kissed up my chest before climbing onto the sofa next to me.
“Dragon cum just tastes better, doesn’t it?” He licked the corner of my mouth, so I parted my lips for a kiss. I tasted myself on his tongue and hummed in agreement.
Things I didn’t want to think about loomed in the back of my mind.
But then Lothair plastered himself to my side, threw one leg over mine, and petted my chest, giving me teasing nips and kisses.
I wouldn’t have pegged him for a cuddler.
Breathing deeply, I relaxed into the cushions.
Lothair kissed down my throat, grazing my tendons with his teeth.
I couldn’t resist finding his hole with my fingers. I stroked the dry star with my fingertips, and he awarded me his crooked smirk.
“Later, Terry.” Another kiss, this time to my ear. “Tonight, I’ll bend over for you and moan like a slut in heat.”
The fucking tease. “Why not now?”
“Let’s go flying first.”
He was restless, like always. I raised an eyebrow at him. “We’ll have to wait until sundown.”
“We can drive to Cross River National Park after lunch and hike for a bit before it gets dark. Then we fly back.”
It seemed I’d have to wait for the promised fuck. “Okay.”
“Lunch will be ready in a couple of hours.” He tweaked my nipple, still smirking.
“And what should we do until then?”
Lothair sighed, pretending to think hard. “What should two naked men with dragon stamina do to entertain themselves for two hours?”
A smile tugged at my lips. “I don’t know. It’s a riddle.”
My dick was getting hypersensitive, especially under the cockhead and on the underside. It was understandable with how much action it had been getting for the past two days.
When Lothair took me into his mouth for the fourth time that morning, kneeling in the middle of his oversized living room, every flick of his tongue felt like a jolt of electricity.
I had to lean back against a wall for support, or I’d have doubled over. Lothair knee-walked after me and slurped me up, getting me straight into his throat again. He gripped his cock with both hands.
“Don’t touch yourself!” I snapped.
Shining violet eyes gazed up at me. He spread his arms in surrender and bobbed his head eagerly, not taking his gaze off me.
He looked…beautiful. Lips stretched around my cock, cheeks flushed, huge muscular body slumped submissively, his leviathan dick curving up.
I cupped his nape and thrust slowly. I didn’t rush it. Not this time. I savored every smooth suck, every little moan and choking sound he made.
When I started coming, Lothair shook.
He was trembling for me.
He gulped, his eyes falling shut and his chest rumbling with pleasure.
When I was done, I grabbed him under his arms and threw him onto the nearest piece of furniture. I swallowed his dick to the root, my throat protesting, and he bowed off the armchair.
He came in seconds.
The creamy substance filled me, and I groaned with relief. It was getting better each time. If I weren’t careful, I’d get addicted to sucking Lothair’s dick. I couldn’t get enough of the flavor.
After lunch, we sixty-nined on the kitchen floor. I lost myself for a while, his scent permeating every cell in my body, his drugging precum and the sensation of his mouth on me gaining dreamlike qualities.
I could feel his hungry gaze on me as I drove us to Cross River in the evening.
When we stripped in the mountains, ready to shift, he fell to his knees in the dirt and brought me to orgasm so fast I got dizzy. My cock tingled and throbbed more than ever before, but it felt amazing, so I didn’t question it. He came into his hand and gave me his palm to lick.
And then we flew.
This time, there were no silly games. We soared in companionable silence and landed on the mountain range, where I tried the quick-shifting trick he’d shown me last time.
It was indeed a matter of practice. I was pretty sure I could get the hang of it if I worked on it regularly.
But after five attempts, I tumbled half-shifted into a groove, scraping my wing on a sharp rock, so I called it off for the day.
Lothair didn’t mock me. We rested in human form on the mountaintop, watching the stars and the flickering lights in the distance, the cool breeze caressing our naked skin. The night was bright, with an almost full moon illuminating the surrounding mountain peaks.
“It took me a year to pull off the shift mid-jump,” Lothair said, breaking the quiet. He sounded kind and the least pretentious I’d ever heard him.
He seemed to be in an honest mood for once, and I couldn’t resist prying a little. “Why do you do it, Lothair?” I asked.
“Do what?”
“All of it. The stunts, all the publicity, the movies. Fishing for more attention. Most dragon shifters prefer privacy.”
“I guess, but I’m not most shifters.”
“You don’t need the money anymore, do you?”
He shrugged, looking down. He poked at a small rock on the ground between his bare feet, then he took two pebbles and began juggling them in one hand.
“Well, in a way, I do need more money. Once you’re famous, your life gets pricier, the most expensive thing being privacy.
The property costs thousands a month to maintain.
Then my staff and security.” He winked at me, still juggling the stones effortlessly.
“Fame earns you a fortune but costs a fortune. So I’ve invested in some businesses on the side.
Nothing risky. If things go south, and I get myself ousted from the industry, I’ve got a few golden eggs stashed in a safe nest.”
“Where’s your family?”
He looked at me with his eyebrows raised, letting the stones fall to the ground. “My family? I thought that was common knowledge.”
“I don’t read the tabloids, sorry.”
“That’s a good thing. Don’t apologize.”
“So?”
“I don’t have one.”
I frowned. How was that possible? He was a shifter. All dragons came from huge families and had many children in turn. “Are you estranged, or do they live abroad?”
“I was born from a forced bond.”
I blinked. That was a thing of the past, wasn’t it? “What?”
“My alpha father was fifty-five and still hadn’t found a mate.
He got desperate, so he dated my dad. Knowing they weren’t mates, he knocked him up.
He didn’t even tell him about shifters until after the heat.
Predictably, it didn’t work out. He met his true mate shortly after that, and my dad was left seven months pregnant with a dragon baby on the way.
My alpha father offered to raise me, to take me off his hands,”—Lothair made quotation marks in the air—“but my dad refused to give me up.”
“Where’s your omega dad now?”
Lothair shrugged. “Got cancer and died when I was twenty-one.”
My chest tightened and my stomach turned. “Shit. I’m sorry, Lothair. And your alpha father?”
“Somewhere in New Zealand. Neither of us cares enough to keep up with each other.”
What was I supposed to say to that? “I’m really sorry.”
He sighed and stretched his legs out in front of him, leaning back. He looked up at the moon. A small cloud drifted by the shining orb, its edges glowing silver.
“I wasn’t into shifting at first,” Lothair said.
“I spent my childhood hiding all my skills. At school, I ran slower, jumped shorter, and got beaten up like every other kid, not defending myself the way I could have. I hated being a shifter. My omega dad explained what he could, but he wasn’t part of the community, and I didn’t want to be.
To my teenage mind, you all seemed like a bunch of selfish jerks.
” He smiled apologetically. “Then I got hung up on superhero movies, but not because of saving the world or helping the poor and whatnot. I was more pragmatic than that. I realized I could use my skills to earn money. That way, something good could come out of my useless heritage. I didn’t have to be a dragon, but I could be superhuman, and I loved that. The rush was intoxicating. Addictive.”
He looked at me, smirking like he always did.
“My omega dad was already sick, but at least he saw me become successful. I got my first big contract at twenty and paid off our mortgage. He was so proud of me.” He swallowed and exhaled slowly.
“I got him the best care. He had his own room at the hospital, and they were really nice to him. I visited as much as I could and… I was there for him. I held his hand when he died. I’m grateful I could do that. ”
“You were a good son,” I said. It sounded inadequate to my own ears.
He gave a jerky nod. “So, there it is. My pathetic life story as you can read it anywhere online. Just without the dragon detail.”
“I had no idea forced bonds were still a thing.”
“It’s rare, I hear.”
Stunned, I recapped what he said. Suddenly, so much about Lothair began making sense.
“Being a shifter must mean something different to you than it does to me.”