Chapter Nine
Varis
He wouldn’t need it? The bloody fuck he wouldn’t! Varis struggled as Ghreid jerked his trousers down, the cloth hanging from one foot as he unbuttoned his breeches and pulled out the most mouthwatering cock he’d ever seen. “That is not going inside me without oi—”
Ghreid was a man of many talents, as it appeared, sinking down to his knees, face at groin level. Varis didn’t know when he’d gotten hard, or if he’d even been soft, since walking into that dining room. “I’ll have all of you, and more still. When I’ve had it all, then I’ll take my fill.”
“Wh—” Varis’s heart skipped a beat, and skin flushed with pleasure as between the soft breath of surprise and the moan that followed, Ghreid hungrily engulfed his rigidity.
Of all the tasteless, classless things—fornicating on the dinner table. Varis couldn’t hold back. So long out alone, unbothered and unbridled, had given him so little inhibition, moaning and crying out without a damn care in the world.
Varis had experience with males giving him oral, but the mouth of a dragon, fanged and dangerous, held heat that sweltered to just the point beneath discomfort, like that of a steaming bath, and the tongue…
Varis lacked the ability to describe what his tongue did.
It moved slowly at first, wrapping his length as if it were longer, thinner, stronger.
The sensation of being jerked off by a tongue made his hips lift off the table as cool air greeted his backside, wetness pooling.
Part of Varis wondered if Ghreid’s saliva had dripped there, following the inner creases of his thighs, dripping his balls, gathering perfectly for Ghreid’s exploring fingers to circle and open him with gentle caresses.
Glory be to all the gods, he is willing to prepare the taker. And taker, I very much am. Varis could take and take some more. He would take until a male had nothing left to give and beg for more. Ghreid suited him, too.
As warm, slick digits prized him open, they sank deep and curled, seeking out his secret spot, the spot within him so few males took the time to treasure.
And treasure it, Ghreid did. He rucked his fingers back and forth over it, circled it, worshiped that little glandule in ways that had Varis’s cock aching.
Between the fingers there and the expert mouth, Varis teetered on a precipice with a whimper.
And in his native tongue, he called out, I release!
Fortunately, Ghreid seemed to understand the announcement, and he suckled hungrily, swallowing as Varis’s inner core pulsed and pleasure shot through his spine.
Each harsh throb carried with it a wave of pleasure that Ghreid coaxed higher and higher still, stroking his gland with each wave.
And when Varis had no more to spill, Ghreid didn’t stop, merely slowed, letting Varis find only the barest relief.
It had to have been magic, because Ghreid worked over Varis’s cock, sucking him to full mast again, then once more, each time wringing free an orgasm that made him scream.
So, when Varis swore he could take no more, babbling and pleading in breathless whimpers, Ghreid stood, his eyes dark seas of endless night, a golden orb of intense desire pinning him with wild slits.
He licked his lips, a predatory growl dying in his throat before he leaned over Varis to kiss, the salty and sweet musk of his spend shared between them.
Ghreid rumbled as he pulled his face back, a string of drool connecting their mouths. “You have more for me.”
No, I am fucking well certain I do not! Varis wanted to say it, but words failed him, coming out as weak whimpers.
“I should warn you… How much do you know about dragons?” Ghreid fisted his cock and insinuated his hips between Varis’s legs. His flagging cock lit with sparks of pleasure as he rubbed his length against his, their balls brushing one another, his fuller and so much hotter.
“Barely anything. You’re the only one I’ve met.” Varis panted as Ghreid pulled back and guided his cock between his legs. Wetness pooled, far too thick and plentiful to be only spit. It would hurt when he—Ghreid pushed in, gently nudging his head against Varis’s opening.
“And how are you with surprises?” Ghreid pushed in, the head breaching his opening with a delicious sting that made his insides squeeze with delight.
Varis’s mind whited out for a moment as Ghreid’s cock slid in more, nudging against that overstimulated spot. “I like surprises!”
“Good.” Ghreid sheathed himself in a gentle stroke, filling Varis so deliciously.
If Varis thought himself done, he stood corrected. In the space between one breath and the next, his cock rose to attention once more. “Wh—what?”
“You are my mate. You are a dragon, and you are made to please me.” Ghreid caged Varis in with his arms and thrust, the table legs scooting on the stone floor with a note of protest and loud clack that rattled the rafters.
Ghreid reached between them, fisting Varis’s cock with the gentlest of caresses. The grip was less about stroking him off and more about keeping his bobbing length from overstimulating. He had a perfect balance and groaned into his heated thrusts.
“Ghreid! Oh, fuck… You’re making… I’m gonna…” Varis wailed with pleasure, locking his legs over Ghreid’s hips.
A roar, raw and primal, crawled from Ghreid’s throat, finishing in a snarl as his aggressive pace stuttered. “Last a little longer, my mate.”
Varis didn’t think he could. “I can’t! I—I’m—” Varis wailed as Ghreid squeezed his cock.
The pain brought him close to a precipice before dragging him back, grounding him for several long seconds before something changed.
Ghreid’s cock pulsed, but each throb brought with it a sting, the girth of it swelling and stretching Varis bit by bit.
Varis’s vision whited out. Pleasure like nothing he’d ever experienced before engulfed him, shot from the tips of his toes to the root of his hair. Every pore on his body tingled and his cock pulsed in Ghreid’s fist fruitlessly. If he had anything left to give, he’d be surprised.
His head thumped back against the table, rattling the items left on it for a brief tinkle of glassware. A satisfied groan transformed into a rough noise, almost a purr, in Ghreid’s throat. So very proud of himself.
“You’re still hard, Lord Dragon. I love sitting here full of you and pinned.” Varis shifted uncomfortably and found Ghreid’s cock anchored inside of him, bulged beyond the point of easy removal. “Stuck.”
“A dragon must ensure their mate soaks in their seed when they unite. It ensures breeding and bonding.” Ghreid closed his eyes, his face a mask of beatific pleasure. “We bear what is called a knot. It ties us this very moment.”
“I dare ask if it is possible to breed another male since you insist on surprising me?” Varis shuddered at the thought of bearing young. The prospect of it had always been lecherous and fantastic, a mere fetish of a male pinning him and professing his intent to breed.
“One of us should have that ability.” Ghreid rolled his hips, his husky voice a dry rasp in his throat. “I intend for it to be you, and you produce wetness for me with so little provocation.”
“And I do not swell up so fantastically so inside of a partner.” Varis shuddered with pleasure at the continued sensation.
“Not yet, you do not. If you should ever want to sink yourself into me, it’ll be so.” Ghreid’s eyes, golden and magical, flared as he spoke. Varis, indeed, would want to.
“Not this evening but soon, I will.” Varis groaned as Ghreid scooped his legs up, pinned him with his weight, and worked his hips, as if he desperately wanted to come again.
Days prior, Varis wouldn’t have known it possible to come so many times.
Beneath Ghreid, he knew better. He would only stop coming when they damn well pleased.
Ghreid rode into Varis like an animal, teeth bared.
Those sharp fangs glinted in a way that made Varis gasp in something like fear, almost, but not quite.
Scared and aroused. Scaroused? Was such a thing po—Varis’s mind whited out once more as Ghreid slammed home and snarled, his entire body shaking with effort as a final thud let Varis know the table had hit the wall opposite…
He’d fucked them clear across the floor.
In the lull of bliss that came only after a particularly fearsome bout of sex, Ghreid hoisted Varis to sit up, guiding him to hook limp legs over the dragon’s hips.
In an exhausted voice, he announced himself. “Anyone milling about best find themselves behind closed doors. I am in a state of undress, and I am in no mood to spare feelings!”
A door or two closed and silence followed as Ghreid took one gentle step after another, whisking them away as cooling cum slid down Varis’s chest and the gods knew where.
Varis wanted to ask about the oil that Ghreid used, about many things, but each jostling step rocked the firm knot against his deepest spot, forcing Varis to come to terms with his ability to restrain an orgasm. “Mnnf… Fuck…”
Ghreid hissed between his teeth and leaned over Varis’s shoulder, nipping as he walked. “Tell me. When I bed you and pull my cock free of your tight ass, will you stay with me?”
Varis wanted to argue, wanted to tell him he had no choice, that the deal he offered was too good to walk away, to say any number of things. Instead, Varis only whispered in his native tongue, I promise you my heart and more.