Chapter Twenty-Five
Varis
“I really want to go for a flight, dear.” Varis sighed as he leaned against a silk cushion, staring at the sparse ships bobbing in the bay’s gentle waters.
In just the weeks since the Rammolian convoy had arrived, so many things had happened.
And even more had grown. Varis rubbed a hand over the fullness of his belly, pushing out over the belt of his pants with a firm, aching quality and slightly misshapen in a way that made it difficult to breathe at times.
Because they owed a debt to a dragon, Rammolia was under their control, in a way. Their entire shipping network, state funded, would forever and always be owned in part by Sauria. Silly humans. Even Varis knew that much.
Never bargain with the fae nor owe a debt to a dragon.
“You need to lay there, relax, and enjoy the sedentary luxuries, my love. Birthing eggs isn’t an easy task, nor is carrying them.” Ghreid, ever the doting mate, swept from his place nearby with a ledger and notebook and placed the well-worn leather down on expensive velvet with hypnotizing grace.
“Sedentary?” Varis lifted a brow and hummed as a heavy knee sank into the goose down and horsehair stuffing.
A quill somewhere poked Varis, and he adjusted his hips, the gesture immediately mistaken for something far more erotic than it was if the heat in Ghreid’s golden eyes flaring to life had anything to comment.
A win is a win. Varis’s thoughts didn’t stray far from his belly full of eggs and his mate.
And since his fathers had gone back to Kaliman, it was easy to take their leisure in any room they desired.
Especially when Ghreid caged him in with shaking arms, breath heated and drawing free in little flutters, as if he were sniffing the air around him for some hidden sign.
“Speak, dragon. What is it you wish of your lowly mate?” Varis feigned as he leaned his head back and yelped as clawed fingers struggled to draw his fitted trousers to his knees.
The material rolled on its way as already-stretched lacings slacked.
“Do not speak ill of my treasure. You are my crowned jewels.” Ghreid bristled as he leaned down, still sniffing, hand wandering his flank with the barest of pricking nails.
With a gentle ripple, a change overcame the hand on Varis’s outer thigh, and newly blunted fingertips dug into soft and ample flesh.
The scent of arousal, musky flesh, and sweetness caressed Varis’s senses.
Each beat of his heart pulsed and pushed blood south.
And carrying eggs had made him far more amorous.
Scientifically, there should have been a reason, a need to be with his mate that way.
“Well, your scepter could use some polishing.”
“You’ve not let a patina gather on it a day since you realized you were carrying.
” Ghreid leaned down to kiss Varis’s neck as he roughly pinned Varis’s legs in the tangled trousers, pushed him onto his side and engaged his fingers in a gentle journey over his ass and back.
They glided between his cheeks, his rough digits no doubt finding his slickness.
“And you’ve not left me alone, either.” Varis closed his eyes, the dimming light from outside throwing a beautiful sunset of colors that made Ghreid sparkle at the right angle.
So, when Varis peeked over his shoulder to take it all in, he lost himself in adoring eyes and tense jawline, holding back from having his way as rough as the animal he could be.
“C-can’t leave you alone. I need you.” Ghreid slid two fingers into his waiting channel, rocking them gently into his inner gland.
Lightning shot up his spine, intense sensation aching in his cock with every nudge. “Ghreid… Don’t. Get inside me, please. I won’t last like this…”
“What’s wrong, love?” Ghreid drew his fingers back and guided his cock into place.
He could use more prep, always could, but in the heat of the moment, Varis felt things so intensely that he couldn’t handle foreplay at times.
A finger alone pushing against that magical spot had his entire core tightening, winding like a wringer, squeezing cum from him in a way like nothing else could.
“Gonna—” Varis threw his head back with a wild moan, his entire body shaking. “I’m…”
“Not yet!” Ghreid adjusted Varis’s legs, pinning his knees together just enough to make things uncomfortable. The pressure kept him stable, pleasure quivering at the tip of his peak, where one wrong move would inevitably send him falling.
Sweat, tickling his brow, beaded, a wet rivulet sliding down his neck.
Both Ghreid’s hands pushed into view, clenching the cushion of the couch with one hand and the back with another, a strained look dominating his wild face.
“If you weren’t already filled with my eggs, I feel I could do it again right on the spot. ”
Varis gasped and flinched as his cock pulsed a streak of pre-cum, balls aching for release. Even still, he held back. Magic told him to. With each passing moment, the urge grew stronger, and Ghreid sheathed himself in Varis with a few gentle strokes of his hips.
There. That was heaven.
Pleasure boiled through Varis, a maze of it that he navigated with breathless ease. The prickle of the odd quill bit into his back, a reminder he still lay on that plane, cock pulsing to the rhythm of Ghreid’s desperate thrusts.
The jangle of chains, glinting in evening light, swung and drew Varis’s gaze, hypnotizing him into holding back, riding pleasure for the sake of it until he lost track of the moments.
Into darkness, Varis sank, behind heavy eyelids as he took heavy breaths and welcomed Ghreid’s generous strokes.
He gave pleasure as much as he received, a bedmate worthy of a creature like himself.
A glorious moment of peace enveloped Varis, a dip before the ramp of pleasure that shot through him, jerking hard behind his navel.
His cock, inconsequentially erupted, spilling over his tunic and exposed flesh—no doubt the couch as well.
Their attendants would be cleaning that later and they were paid very generously, but still, Varis felt immense guilt twisting in the second orgasm that followed, one that swallowed his entirety, emanating from his core and exacerbated by Ghreid’s firm grip palming his cock for long, fervent strokes.
Time stretched as Ghreid slammed home, his heartbeat thundering in Varis’s ass. Each pulse made him feel fuller, knot and seed swimming in harmony within him as a final sigh of pleasure drew his eyes open.
With hedonistic gazes, they stared at one another.
Wonder and desperation welled in Ghreid’s face, obscuring by a waterfall of golden hair as he dipped his head down to breathe in sawing breaths.
Every motion tugged his knot, and every breath made it redouble.
His body truly wanted to breed Varis. Fingertips, sharp as daggers, traced a gentle line down Varis’s temple before combing through thick locks cut into a somewhat-stylized mane to complement his horns, and Varis hummed.
“You are so beautiful right after I fuck you senseless.” Ghreid’s breathless voice held a husk in it that rumbled as if his dragon lurked right beneath his flesh. “Even when I’m not.”
Varis couldn’t contain his smile. Unrestrained, it stretched his lips until his face nearly hurt.
Ghreid was so alien, humanoid in appearance, certainly, but his face was godlike, chiseled and gorgeous.
High cheekbones and eyes so golden made Varis wonder who their little ones would favor.
Though, with dragons, hair and eye color were irrelevant and more akin to the chromatic nature of their being.
Ghreid was gold, and Varis? Jewel tones of fluorite and amethyst. He was a creature of the sea, like pearls and abalone nacre.
But where best did a treasure like him fit than set inside gold?
Ghreid adjusted his hips and aided, with a finger, a gentle slide from Varis’s tender hole. Cum leaked, pooling on the cushion where audible drips told him it hit the floor. A contented rumble involuntarily erupted from Varis’s chest.
“I love you more than anything.” Ghreid leaned down to give him a gentle kiss.
“I love you too.” Varis had something witty on the tip of his tongue. But, like a dandelion seed in a breeze, it scattered away into a smile to be someone else’s problem later. Or sooner.
“Want to love me just a little less?” Ghreid sighed and gave him a pitying look.
“What? Nooooo!” Varis leaned his head back.
“I’m afraid so. Family is coming and it may be our last night to be rowdy for a minute.
” Ghreid leaned down to nose along his cheek.
“Rath wants more guards here for the time being. Something tells me he’s got more intel than he’s handing over.
Plus, he’s having to drag Falustus over and Lapryda is no better.
Such a homebody. And since Graylan is coming and Asha and Rath—”
“Slath?” Varis sighed in relief. He loved Asha, but Slath was more fun, though he seemed to find Asha good company, too.
“And Lyss—you might like her.” Ghreid chuckled, and Varis tilted his head. He’d heard tales of the woman, but meeting her would surely be an experience.
Varis sighed. As much as he really wanted to have company once more, with weeks to go before his eventual laying, sex would be scarce after. Supposedly. And he also wondered how sex would work with hatchlings running around. Certainly, they’d need to be more discreet.
Ghreid rubbed a hand over the slow well of Varis’s belly. “You were made to carry our young, you know? Certainly Asha never filled out this well.”
Varis rolled onto his back and accepted the gentle touches. “Was Asha not this big this far in?”
“No. He struggled to eat at times, though.” Ghreid leaned down to kiss Varis’s belly. As if on cue, it gave an audible growl. “And that, you have no problems with.”
“Hmm, all to the belly, I’m afraid. Wouldn’t mind a little extra on my bottom, though. You can be rough riding me, love.” Varis shifted his hips as Ghreid pulled his pants back into place, taking care to rake his hand over his plump but soft cock.
“Well, you know the chef left you a second plate in the warming oven for when you’re ready.” Ghreid leaned in to give Varis the sweetest of kisses, and if Varis could live on those alone, he would. And he’d grow fat on them.
“I love Carlton so very much.” Varis moaned as the ache in his stomach gnawed at him so deeply.
“I feel jealous.” Ghreid laughed and stood, scooping Varis into his arms with a gentle sway. “I must do something spectacular to compete with him, mustn’t I?”
And Varis would never complain. No treasure laid upon him, no sweet words, nothing could make Varis love him more.