Chapter Seven
Viraj
Avoiding his mates had been difficult. Emotionally, physically… Ethically? His heart ached to be with them, but the bombshell they’d dropped on him mid-sex a few evenings before had made his soul weep.
So, Viraj did what anyone else would do… He shifted, flew off with a bare handful of belongings, and camped out in one of their mines.
Not only had he been a Dette… A Dette that should have been bartered and sold like his brother. He’d been a broken Dette, which seemed worse than being Hijada somehow. Perhaps it explained his size. He’d never seen a Dette’s cock before, discounting his own, so perhaps they were small, too.
He sighed heavily and stared at his phone; his brother’s number had been hovering on the screen for hours. Hours he’d never get back as the battery to his phone dwindled into the teens.
I’ll leave it up to chance. He closed his eyes, circled his finger hovering in the air, and stabbed aimlessly in the direction of his phone. His finger collided with the screen with a soft beep, and nothing happened for a long few seconds.
He opened his eyes as he sighed in relief. Well, Chance said not to call hi—
It rang.
Viraj fumbled with the phone, trying to hang up before his brother’s voice answered. “Viraj?”
Viraj cleared his throat a few times, voice cracking as he thought of all the things he wanted to say, all the things he wanted to ask.
“Brother? What’s wrong? Here, let me go somewhere private and get you off speakerphone.
” A groan of multiple males petered out in the background as Ryan fussed at someone whose finger was somewhere he really wished he hadn’t heard him being admonished for.
A muttered, “And no finishing until I’m back. ”
Well, if Viraj had a mood, it was ruined.
“Viraj?” Ryan came back onto the phone, and Viraj’s mind blanked.
“How big is your coc—”
“Excuse me!” Ryan spluttered on the other end. “Do fucking what? How big is my—Viraj!”
“I need to know if it’s small! If mine’s small… Do Dettes have tiny penises?” The words tumbled out and Ryan remained silent for a long moment.
“Are you drunk? High? How much nestblossom have you smoked?” Ryan coughed as if he’d been drinking something.
“You can smoke it?” That had Viraj’s attention.
“Smoke it, snort it, drink teas of it. You can even take a suppository—” Ryan rattled off before huffing. “But no, why are you asking about my dick?”
“I found out… Gaspard… I’m…” Viraj cleared his throat.
“You’re concerned about your size and thought I’d be the person to ask? You’re a Drake, of course it’s bigger than mine, I’ll say that much!” Ryan grumbled on the other end. “Is that why you won’t look for a Dette? You thinking they’ll be bigger than you?”
“I am a Dette!” The words spat free of his lips, a secret slipping through the cracks in his facade. Nothing he did could draw those words back or prevent them from hanging there in silence.
“What?” Ryan remained quiet. “Explain.”
“I—I have spines and things, so they assumed I was a Drake. I thought I was Hijada and Gaspard told Gatlin and Teige that I’m a Dette. Something to do with hormonal balances…thing.” Viraj cleared his throat anxiously. “I never knew.”
“So, you should have had a pin put in you from the beginning?” Ryan’s voice went cold.
“Should? No. I miraculously escaped the fate, but I’m uncertain of the details of my malady and I’ve always been small.” Viraj cleared his throat.
“Your dragon is at least a quarter bigger than mine.” Ryan scoffed.
“Small.” Viraj emphasized.
“Oh. Well, Dettes aren’t as impressive as Drakes. We’re—from what I’ve seen and what is documented in the textbooks… Normal is about three to six inches.” Ryan’s nervous huff fluttered in the phone’s speaker, tickling Viraj’s ear.
Viraj exhaled slowly. “I’m…at the lower end of that scale.”
Ryan clicked his tongue. “And?”
“It’s embarrassing?”
“I mean, I’m right in the middle somewhere. I got enough to get in there and tag a Drake’s pro—”
“Okay!” Viraj cleared his throat. “I’ve never had much interest in that.”
“Most Dettes don’t. Well, save for Frik—nevermind.”
“Frikka is not a normal Dette by any stretch of—” Viraj hesitated. “But he is older and more educated and knows more of the taboo.”
“You know what? Excellent idea. Call Frikka. I don’t need to hear about your sex, you don’t need to hear about mi—” Ryan hesitated. “Do you go into heat?”
“Supposedly I have times I scent strong and—”
“Oh, like Bastien…”
“Yeah.” Viraj sighed. “And I get w-wet.”
“Well, at least there’s that. Go call Frikka. My heat is starting soon, so give me a call in…oh two weeks?”
“You last that long?” Viraj swallowed hard. “If I have a full one…with the medicines they gave me.”
“Sometimes. Sometimes not. I’m on suppressants.” Ryan hummed. “You should be, too.”
“Why?”
“First heat is always the worst. Anyways, ta-ta. Marc is available if you need anything. Bastien’s in for the spring. I’ll be by tomorrow evening, I’m certain. You’re likely due soon, too, I suppose.” And at that, Ryan hung up.
Viraj checked his battery and saw he had 11 percent left, so he could either read a dirty fanfiction or… He bit the bullet and pulled Frikka’s number up.
He answered on the first ring with a jovial Hallo.
“Frikka, it’s Viraj Vritra clan Silverton Stoor.” Viraj announced his station and earned a huff in response.
“I had some Dette questions.” Viraj cleared his throat nervously.
“Figured it out? I know your Drakes are stupid, but I thought you might catch the hint sooner. Pretending to be Drake pretending to be other.” Frikka spat somewhere, making Viraj flinch.
“Couldn’t anyone have thought to tell me?”
“I made assumption you liked being a Drake, and it’s rude to correct someone. Not my business what goes in your bum or on your cock, as long as everyone consents.” Frikka sucked at his teeth on the other end. “As long as they’re of age. Otherwise, I may pay you a visit.”
“Nope. Everyone of age. I—I didn’t know.” Viraj took a deep breath.
“I figured that out, eventually. Then I thought you were maybe other, and then you just happened to shift one day around me and I knew right away. You’re a little imbalanced, but nothing old healing and medicine couldn’t fix.
I wanted to offer to help you, but I didn’t know what those mates of yours would do once they figured it out.
” Frikka’s voice echoed as if he entered another room with bare walls.
“What more do you need to know to have some fun as a Dette?”
“Gaspard and Bastien—”
“They healed and gave you medicine. Your heat will come soon. Lots of slick. Stinking drunk on love. You’ll know you’re deep in it when you think of a Drake other than your mate and your dragon gives you the eh, maybe? And not the fuck off and die.”
Viraj did his best to think of other Drakes and while they didn’t seem appealing, his dragon gave a sneer of distaste—not quite a fuck off, which concerned him.
“What do I do?” Viraj sat and huffed. “I—”
“Do you want pups?” Frikka’s tone went flat as the tinkle of water running interrupted their call.
“Of course. I would…” Viraj rested a hand on his belly, thinking of bearing a full clutch of eggs, how good it felt to have his mates fill him with cum, despite how much of a mess it made things.
Hot cum swimming in his belly sounded amazing, and his cock stirred. “I would like to give my mates pups.”
“But do you want the pups? You will be the one raising them. Drakes can make a sword of their incompetence. The weaponed incompetence!”
“Weaponized incompetence?”
“Eh, one of those things.” Frikka huffed and silenced as a loud flush interrupted them, followed by a rustle and the running of a sink.
“I’m sorry, did I call at a bad—”
“I’m in heat! I am taking break, having a piss and letting the asshole get some sleep before he fucks me again.” Frikka’s phone rustled some more, having likely shouldered it to his head to wash his hands.
Awfully civilized.
“Wait, how are you coherent in heat?” Viraj had heard that heats made Dettes inconsolable and stupid, mentally gone.
“Because I am amazing and I know herbs. I am not ready for another clutch. My pups are plenty.” The echoing continued as he spoke.
“Pack some snacks and drinks. Make sure they give you baths. If you don’t want pups, tell me and I’ll have someone send something over.
If pups happen and you do not want—we can make arrangements.
Plenty of dragons want pups and it’s not unheard of for a Dette to lay large blanks if we can keep the Drakes from bonding to them.
” Frikka put a lot of his life at risk to help others.
“I want pups. I really do.” Viraj’s voice went soft as he thought about his great-nephews and how wonderful it was to play with them. Memories of his time in the harems circled back, and the joy of a dozen pups running about made his heart sing. “As many as the goddess gives me.”
Frikka whistled. “Do not say this. Have you seen the mess Hallr and Leo have? They drive a bus! Do you know how hard it is to find a nice bus to drive?”
“You forget where I grew up.”
“True. Your dragon will know what to do. Keep some extra lube around.” Frikka yawned on the other end, and his voice grew quiet. “What do you intend to do if you cannot have pups? Will they have objections?”
“No.” Viraj sighed. “I’m all they want.”
“Ever had two knots at once?” Frikka’s tone grew a little thirsty on the other end. Maybe he was in heat. The clarity was still disturbing, though.
“Yes,” Viraj said quickly, cutting himself off before saying that the act was particularly satisfying.
“Neat. You can always fuck one of them if you need to.” Frikka purred as his tone deepened.
Viraj remained silent for a long moment before responding. “I’m not… I’m not really big enough to.”
“Some Dettes are, some Dettes aren’t. There’s a reason why we say hung like a Dette.” Frikka sighed. “What’s a shame is, if you are small and love to fuck Drakes!”
“I don’t really have an inclination to. It bothers me, my size, but it’s never been a priority to.” Viraj reached toward his groin and palmed his burgeoning erection, mind still focused on his mates, their fat cocks, the lust they shared, the nest they made.
“Eh, as long as you can shoot the ropes on their face, it’s good.” Frikka had a way of making everyone feel better, awkward but better.
“I’ll bear that in mind.” Viraj stared at the floor and checked his phone’s battery. The numbers were dwindling.
“But remember this, Viraj. A Dette is a dragon. A Drake is a dragon. Hijada are dragons—even if you mutilate them.” The serious tone in Frikka’s voice gave Viraj pause.
“Just because you lay blank eggs or bear young does not make you less. Drakes need us. We don’t need them.
No Dette will be incomplete without furthering some asshole’s legacy.
And any Drake will be happy to spend a heat with an omega, even if they fuck off after.
We can have babies and never bother them again. ”
It was a solid point. Dettes could self-service and be happy. Drakes… They were desperate to fuck and be fucked. Viraj twisted his lips. “Any advice for if I really want to have pups?”
“Your desire to have pups often plays a part. If the nest is good, the Dette is calm, and they really want pups, they make more pups.” Frikka groaned and yawned, a tense moment buried in his exhaustion before he huffed.
“And like I know things, I know your phone is about to lose the battery, so go to your Drakes and get f—”
Viraj’s call dropped. He still had 3 percent left, and his brow furrowed. “He hung up… His timing was off.”
As Viraj thumbed his phone, thinking about resting a little, a wave of desire flushed through him in a rolling cloud of heat that seemed to permeate his blood. He needed to call Teige and Gatlin… Panic settled in as he realized he had 3 percent left.
Maybe Frikka’s timing wasn’t off at all.