Chapter 30
My Mate
Ernest
In the morning, we woke up to a cloudy sky but without rain, so we went flying.
The few sunbeams that made it through the clouds painted the forest and lakes like oversized stage lights on the most spectacular scene the world provided.
Lawrie whooped when we chased an eagle, flying above it before it noticed us and dove down.
We followed the ribbon of the Koksoak River, and I zigzagged along its sandy shores, making the flight a bit more interesting for Lawrie.
“Ernest, it’s amazing, but slow down. I’ve never had motion sickness, and I’m not interested in trying it out.”
“Sorry. I’ll be good.”
He patted the base of my neck as if I were a horse, and it made me laugh.
The area was perfect for flying, but I turned us around before we got too far north. I wanted Lawrie safe in the cabin in good time for the next wave.
After today, we’d probably be confined to the cabin for most of the heat.
Lawrie had eaten his lunch under protest—he wasn’t hungry, but I convinced him to finish half his usual portion.
The heat didn’t help his appetite, but he needed something more substantial than just shakes and granola bars. Those would come in handy later.
Naked, he was napping in my arms when the second heat wave came. He blinked awake and sucked in a breath. I wouldn’t let him get uncomfortable. Sneaking my hand between his ass cheeks, I found his dilated hole and slid two fingers inside. He hummed, slowly humping my thigh.
“So loose and wet. Big, warm hole for my knot.”
Lawrie’s teeth grazed my neck, and I added a third finger.
“I love how soft you are on the inside, sweetheart. A horny, eager dragon mate. My little omega in heat.”
My mate raised his round, glassy eyes to me, looking almost innocent, and moaned softly.
“Will you breed me, alpha, please?”
My Lawrie wanted to play.
The needy, docile look on his face set my balls on fire. And I already knew how I’d do it. There was one position that had seemed to make Lawrie ecstatic even before the heat. My cockhead had hit the mouth to his womb at the perfect angle. I’d try it now and fuck him open like that.
“Can you lie on your back, love, and pinch your nipples for me?”
Lawrie obeyed instantly. The heat made him a little submissive, and the alpha in me loved that.
He spread his legs wide and caught the tips of his nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.
He squeezed and whimpered, then pinched again.
His hard cock twitched where it lay on his underbelly, and his hole let out a large dollop of oily slick. Hell, the scent!
“I’m empty. Need your cum in my womb. Please.”
The weepy edge in his voice got me moving. I stuffed two pillows under his ass, and when that seemed too low, I rolled up the duvet. Finally, Lawrie was almost upside down, his ass high in the air, knees nearly touching his shoulders.
I crouched above him and pointed my cock at his rim.
It worked. My cock dragged along the front wall of his hole until it reached the soft barrier deep inside. I poked at it experimentally, and Lawrie moaned.
“There it is. Your body still doesn’t understand it’s mine, but I’ll make it yield.”
Lawrie let out a loud groan and tugged on his nipples when I thrust harder. On the next thrust, he came. His cum stained his face in this position, and he licked his lips, looking almost feral.
“Look at you. So horny. You can’t even last a few thrusts before you come all over yourself.”
“I exist for your cock. Your knot.”
I barely recognized his voice.
“That’s right. You’re just a horny hole, aren’t you?”
“Yes, alpha.”
Fuck, my Lawrie was deadly sexy when in heat.
I pressed into the mouth to his womb, and one climax after another, he melted into the mattress.
He got so lax and pliant; his body rocked as if he were caught in a tide.
Droplets of sweat covered his face and chest, glittering in the light of the fire.
Then suddenly, the oversensitive tip of my cock slid a little deeper, the softest tissue hugging it.
“I feel your womb opening up, Lawrie.”
He cried out in response.
“You want it? Say it. I need you to say it, my little mate. Do you want me to fuck into your womb and knock you up?”
“Er…Ernest.”
I paused, poised above him, about to thrust harder than ever.
“Give yourself to me, Lawrie. Give me everything. Say it.”
“I’m nothing without you.” He panted and shivered. “Need your cum to live. Breed me, Ernest. Please.”
“My obedient little mate.”
I pressed hard, and Lawrie whined. My cockhead burrowed deeper.
“It aches. Please, it aches so much. So empty.”
“I’ll heal you. Make you whole.”
My spine tingled, and my muscles burned. This was it, and my body knew. It didn’t care about any man-made inventions like contraceptives. It was about to fulfill its purpose, and I already knew the reward would feel devastatingly good.
“Ernest!” Lawrie cried, and his erection jerked with another release.
His seed dribbled down to his chest toward his collarbones while his slick ran through the creases of his groin and down his sides.
He looked so decadent, upside down, doused with his own bodily fluids, coming his brains out for the umpteenth time. He gasped for air, begging for my knot.
On the next thrust, the tight mouth deep inside Lawrie’s hole opened, slid over my cockhead, and clamped on to the sensitive ridges underneath. It spasmed rhythmically, creating an almost sucking sensation while Lawrie’s hole squeezed my length.
Lawrie’s body pulled the cum out of me with the power of his breeding orgasm.
The dragon roared, my bones vibrating as if I were about to shift. Heavenly sensations spilled all over my erection, the knot growing swiftly. My cum burst out of me in pulses, pouring into my mate’s most intimate place, straight into his very core.
“Love you. Ernest, I love you. I love you so much.” My darling chanted those words like a prayer.
I smoothed my hands all over his thighs, caressing him where I could reach while my knot throbbed.
The channel to Lawrie’s womb hugged my cockhead, the silkiest tissue cradling the exposed tip, and it pulsated and suckled, luring more cum out of me.
When I thought I had nothing more to give, Lawrie’s inner muscles clenched around me, and it set me off again.
Lawrie looked delirious. Eyelids fluttering, lips moving but no sound coming out, limbs twitching fitfully… A long string of liquid connected his shaft to his chest. I swiped at it and licked my finger.
Mmm. My mate’s heat cum. From a breeding orgasm.
“I love you too. Lawrie. My mate.”
It took a while before I was capable of thinking a little. I rolled onto my back, bringing Lawrie with me. Locked in breeding as we were, our most sensitive body parts connected, the movement sent currents of pleasure through us both.
Lawrie sat up, clumsy and uncoordinated, and rolled his hips slowly. His underbelly bulged with my knot.
“Oh fuck,” he whined. “Fuck, Ernest.”
“Don’t move, love. It’ll get too much.”
“Just a little.”
He wiggled again and threw his head back. “You’re fucking everywhere.”
“Shh. Come here.”
I cradled him to my chest and smoothed my hands up and down his back.
“It feels so good, Ernest. I thought I was going insane from pleasure.”
I kissed his forehead. “My cum is in your womb.”
“It’s like my lower body is still orgasming.”
“But you’re coherent again.”
“Uh-huh. I want to stay like this forever.”
“My little omega likes being bred, hm?”
“Oh yes. Keep knocking me up and order me around and talk dirty to me.”
Later, we figured out that breeding was just as easy when I took Lawrie on his knees from behind. I held him upright with my arm around his chest, and he slumped in my embrace, staining the floor with slick and cum.
I told him everything he wanted to hear.
How wet he was for my dick, how horny he acted, how his slutty womb sucked me dry, how much I would stretch his ass with my knot.
I talked about breeding him over and over, about his big, round belly, swollen pecs, and bitten nipples, and about tasting his chest milk.
I promised to fuck him while pregnant, fist him, and stretch his hole open wide so he could give birth to my young.
Lawrie went into a state of complete euphoria, coming endlessly and chanting promises.
We lay on our sides afterward, locked together, my cock up the channel to his womb, my knot holding me safely inside him, and Lawrie stroked my thigh lazily. I cupped his swollen belly and pressed gently where his womb nestled.
“It’s so full of cum I can feel it,” he murmured. “This heavy pressure deep in there, like a damned water balloon.”
“That doesn’t sound pleasant.”
“Oh, but it is. It’s the most satisfying thing under the sun.”
“Then I’ll keep adding more, love.”
He was quiet for a long moment, and I wondered if he was thinking the same as I was.
“I know it’s irrational,” he whispered. “But I almost wish I didn’t have the device inside me right now.”
I sighed. “Me too. But I also know it’s mostly the heat.”
“And the bond.”
“How?”
“You’re the center of my universe, Ernest,” he said softly, making my eyes burn. “And I want to give you every piece of me. I want to keep the life you’ve poured into me and nourish it.”
“We’ll do it, love. We’ll have plenty of children together. I don’t regret you’ve decided to wait. It gives me more time to spoil you rotten.”
He chuckled, stirring our connection, and we both moaned. “You’re right. I know you’re right.”
I kissed his nape. “We have four more days of this, love.”
“I want to try more kinky stuff.”
“Like?”
“You could breed me tied up.”
“I can do that.”
“And I like the dirty talk.”
“I noticed.”
“But what do you like?”
“I like how you turn into this obedient little animal when a heat wave starts.”
“You like it when I’m obedient?”
“Not outside of bed, God forbid.”
“Because I like it too. Feeling helpless, like you own me… Maybe we could play around with that?”
Ideas were already popping up in my head.
We tried everything we could dream up, some of which made even me blush when I thought of it. My mate was a damned incubus, and he had me wrapped around his little finger.
He held his ass cheeks open for me and begged me to rip him apart.
He rode my knot, painting my torso with his cum.
I bred him with his hands tied up on his lower back, then I took him bent over the back of the couch, spread out on the kitchen table, and once even holding him up in the air in the middle of the room.
We fucked like the world was about to end.
Even between waves, Lawrie had lost all his inhibitions and unashamedly asked for the most outrageous things, burning my synapses with how hot he was.
If he was still awake when my knot went down, he suckled on my half-hard cock, fingering himself, and then he slept with his face tucked in my groin.
He even asked me to spank him, which I reluctantly did, overly careful, and then with less care when he moaned and wiggled his ass for more.
On the fifth day, I was finishing my morning coffee when he climbed onto the table in front of me and spread his legs.
He cupped the back of my head and brought my face to his soft dick.
I took it in my mouth, and he sighed contentedly, combing his fingers through my hair.
I suckled for a while, and it didn’t make him hard, but the soft noises he let out made it clear it brought him pleasure.
Then he lay back, bracing his feet on my shoulders, and showed me his used hole.
This late in the heat, his opening was nothing like the little pink pucker I’d first kissed on New Year’s.
I’d stretched it, fucked it out, and it had adjusted for me.
The ring of muscle was swollen, loose, and always slick.
I kissed it open-mouthed, and Lawrie groaned happily.
I didn’t finger him between waves—that would probably be too much—but I licked, kissed, and tonguefucked him as deep as anatomy allowed.
During heat, his slick tasted like choice port wine.
Sweet, rich, and intoxicating. I could do this for hours.
So I did. I took breaks to hydrate and feed Lawrie, but otherwise, I just played with his body, gently or more intensely, licking his hole, nuzzling his balls, biting his nipples… I brought a couch cushion to put under his hips for comfort and better access.
Another heat wave made his scent heighten, and he arched his spine, keening. I pulled him onto my cock, making him slump with relief. He fumbled for the edge of the table, but I didn’t need him to brace himself. I could easily hold his lean body in place.
“Milk yourself for me,” I ordered, and Lawrie’s pupils flared, the black almost eclipsing the dark honey of his irises.
He pinched his nipples and massaged his pecs, kneading them forcefully while I fucked him just hard enough not to break the table under him.
“When you’re pregnant and have milk again, I’ll drink it while I fist your hole. I’ll shove my hand up your guts, sweetheart, and you’ll come from that so hard. The milk will squirt from your nipples, and I’ll lick it all off…”
He came screaming when I knotted him.
My knees weak, I sat down into the chair with him in my lap. Tied to me most intimately, he kissed me, laving my tongue with his. I stroked his rounded stomach, full of my cum and knot, and imagined my baby in there. One day.
Lawrie laid his head on my shoulder, playing with the hair at my nape, and we sat in complete quiet. I could feel his heartbeat in my cock.
“I love you,” he whispered.
“I love you too, sweetheart, so much.”
“You don’t get it,” he mumbled sleepily.
“I don’t?”
He sighed, nuzzling my skin. “I adore you, Ernest,” he said, the tone of his voice piercing my heart. “I don’t know how to say it so you understand just how much I love you.”
Kissing his temple, I took a deep breath. His scent surrounded me and permeated my being.
“I think I understand, Lawrie. I feel the same.”
“Good.” He was already half-asleep.
Tucked in his soft body, I sat unmoving so he could rest. Since I’d met Lawrie, I’d thought many times I was experiencing the happiest moment of my life. It seemed things could always get even better.