Chapter Nineteen
Varis
Atop the plateau of the wyverns’ stables, they gathered, seven brothers, the king of Monsmount, and a few local elected officials.
Amid them also milled a few nervous and out-of-place tradespeople who seemed utterly honored to be invited to such an occasion.
If anything, it was free liquor and a chance of a lifetime.
They wasted no time, Varis trembling with excitement, hardly able to control the draconic elements of himself. From the vaults, Rath had brought treasure, bands to fit on Varis’s horns, and the tool they used to tap it into place.
Ghreid presented two golden bands and held them aloft for Varis’s expression, and he knelt before him, head bowed to present his full, streamlined horns. “Before the fates and my family, you will bear your crown.”
Varis took a deep breath, tensing in wait as Ghreid fitted the bands and situated the tool. “And I accept them as a mark, to show all how proud I am to be loved by a dragon. To be possessed by greed itself.”
Ghreid rumbled with pleasure as he tapped the die down onto his horn, Varis flinching with each strike until it scuffed the nacre of his keratinous growths.
There, they situated, immovable, and Ghreid did not string a chain between them, but rather he attached charms at the posts, two instruments like a sistrum that would pay homage to his homeland.
He would be musical, and without the drag of a chain, he could swim freely.
Once done, Varis stared up at his mate and rose with a gesture. Ghreid rumbled his approval and took his hands. “You are my ashen, in my heart, I will be at your side always.”
“And you, I.” Varis closed his eyes, and Ghreid pulled away, his brothers gesturing their human guests to back away.
The spectacle of them shifting would be one so few humans would ever witness so close.
And with ease, Ghreid stripped and shifted, drawing from his heart his greater form.
The golden Draynarian silk spilled from his body and Rydel, his attendant, retrieved it even as Varis shed his own.
The gold silk flowing over his body with a longer tunic that echoed of his homeland’s culture, something he felt comfortable in.
Varis took a shuddering breath as Ghreid watched him.
His changing eyes, vision rippling, locked in on Ghreid, as his scales crawled in an itching wave over his growing form.
Arms lengthened, the pain an ache, tail stretched, spine popping as it echoed in his skull, and the rest of the world ceased to matter.
The weight of what must have been his sanguine horns strained his neck as the trinkets tiny at the tips of them jingled farther out, where they’d grown to meet his size.
Teeth like daggers bit against a thicker, longer tongue that crowded his mouth, each curved in a way that suggested he was meant for hunting fish.
He truly was the bane of his desires, to never eat fish again.
He was meant for water, and the instinct of his dragon knew it.
All at once around them, a multitude of fires shot into the air and cries of joy rang as Varis and Ghreid leaned their necks against one another, tilted their jaws upward, and spat their fires to the sky.
Ghreid’s molten fire, the golden shot of it spitting high, and Varis’s like steam, a shot of water boiling and targeted colliding with his own.
Flight would take time, but the two nuzzled their necks, licking and nibbling at one another until Ghreid whined in a way that professed an urge to mate right then and there.
Instead, he pulled back and shifted forms. Varis joined him, one thing on his mind as they stole away, bare before the world to seek refuge in their quarters.
“Ah, the ritual deflowering.” King Reigh politely clapped amid the gathered men and Falustus, his arguably horniest brother, coughed and informed him that there was no chance in hell that either of them had a flower left to spare.
But it was untrue.
In time, when his brothers had gone home, Ghreid would teach his mate to fly and fuck his dragon in the most primal of ways.
Until then?
The full moon called, and they could only pray that their union would be blessed.
It’d have to be.
Varis was made for it.
“A wedding without flowers of any variety,” Varis said, laughing as their bare forms slid into their familiar nest.
Varis trembled and drew Ghreid against him, familiar bodies insinuating themselves.
Unlike the passions they’d shared in the time since, this was different. Heat and ardor culminated in a low boil in his belly, laying over a buzzing sensation that made Varis curl his tail and clench his toes without being touched. “Ghreid. I need you.”
The response was nothing short of feral, a snarl and press of body against his own, powerful arms lifting a leg over his shoulder, clasping the other beneath his knee.
There, his cock would strike his innermost spot without fail.
And, as if prep were an afterthought, Ghreid reached between them to slick his fingers and play with Varis’s entrance, drawing back slick to coat his own cock.
“I don’t need it. I need you.” Varis whimpered and gasped when Ghreid complied, pushing forward with a slow stroke of his hips.
The sting was delicious, the burn combatting the one that drove him to be taken so roughly. Varis crooned as the emptiness 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 could feel it. Life seed penetrated deep in his belly, and the thought made him 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.