Kian's passion soaked brain fought those words. “No. I'm—I'm just horny and desperate, desperate to come."
"Oh yeah, that's all? Huh.” Garon's beefy hands reached underneath Kian and flipped him over, exposing his sensitive flesh to the chill in the air. “Raise your legs for me now."
Kian didn't even hesitate, automatically raising his legs eager to expose his entry hole to the Dom. A subtle rumble of laughter bubbled up from Garon's chest as Kian realized how easily he'd done as told. When he would have protested Garon plunged two fingers deep into his body setting off every nerve ending he had. His entire being trembled with lust and a greedy need.
"Come for me, Dragon. Come for me now!” At Garon's command Kian could no longer hold back and howled as his release spurted out of his cock, thick and creamy, coating his belly and chest. Stream after stream of proof that he indeed was a good little Dragon more than willing to submit.
* * * *
Kian awoke to the sun shining brightly on an empty bed. He twisted his head, searching the room for Garon but found himself completely alone. Swinging his legs off the edge of the bed, he winced as lingering pain from the night's activities reminded him of the many lessons that Garon had taught him the night before.
Over and over he'd spanked, fucked, and whipped him into submission. And with a chilling clarity Kian realized that not once after their first time did Garon let himself come. No matter how much Kian had begged for come, Garon refused to allow it. A constant reminder through the experience who was the Dominant and who the submissive.
"Oh, and what do we have here?” Kian jerked at the unfamiliar voice. Oh, crap. Prince Cirdan, cousin to Garon and second in line for the throne, stood in the doorway, observing Kian and the scene from the night before.
Like all of the Seelie males, he towered well over six feet and filled the doorway with the breadth of his build. His waist length black hair framed one of the most handsome faces Kian had ever seen except for the eyes. His fierce green eyes appeared downright scary and went along well with the rumors surrounding the prince. The Fae was a sadist, one who took all his pleasure in the infliction of pain, consensual or not.
Despite being found in the nude in Garon's bed, Kian would not cower or hide. “I've been assigned to the prince for training Sir."
"Yes, I'd heard Garon was training a Dominant Dragon and I had to come and see for myself.” His cold gaze raked across Kian's body. “But from the look of you I would say a different kind of training is going on here."
Kian looked down at himself, realizing that he had many red marks and bruises from the flogging he'd received. Under different circumstances he'd be remembering them all fondly, but under the disdainful eye of Cirdan he was embarrassed by them.
"Did he turn you into a whimpering little Dragon boy?” The malice skittered down Kian's spine as heat flared in his belly. “I'm not surprised really. He's been looking for some kind of payback for years against your kind. Looks like he's finally found it. By tricking you into becoming his submissive, he gets to fuck you until he's done with you and then drop you back to your clan like the worthless trash dragons are."
Kian's skin tightened as anger and humiliation warred within him. “You don't know what you're talking about, Cirdan. What the fuck is your problem?"
"You think not? Maybe you should ask him what happened to the Black Dragon that toyed with him last. Looks like you're just the latest novelty.” Sensitive to fury and violence, Kian looked down to see his skin had already darkened to a shade close black. His shift was imminent and there was no way to stop it.
Blood of a bitch.
Cirdan glared at him with burning, reproachful eyes. Kian's teeth lengthened to sharp points as the familiar pain of the shift engulfed him. The texture of his skin hardened as bones crackled and stretched to accommodate the Dragon. Talons erupted from his fingers as the blaze of his heat burned in his eyes. Shift complete, he turned to face Cirdan with murderous intent.
"It would be a fatal mistake on your part, Dragon.” The Fae warrior stood ready for combat, weapons in hand, prepared to do battle.
Kian hesitated to give one last thought to the consequence of his actions when a sudden pain sensation burned through the length of his arm from the sword of the Prince. The warmth of his blood covering his slick scales set him off. Instinct kicked in and all ability for reason was lost.
Kian launched himself into the prince, knocking him back into the far wall. He sprang back onto his feet. “You think it's going to be that easy, Dragon? You are already dead, but I on the other hand will be the one walking away from this. Was it worth it? Was becoming a dragon bitch to a stupid prince worth dying for?” Kian roared in anguish, flames licking the nearby surfaces in the room. The frantic pace of his wings propelled him towards Cirdan for another attack. The prince anticipated his move and escaped his grasp, but not before Kian knocked his sword across the room.
Left with only his small hand sword, Cirdan circled the Dragon. The triumphant glow in the prince's eyes was the final blow to Kian as he unleashed the full power of his fury towards Cirdan. He sank his fangs into the prince's shoulder, feeling the rush of Fae blood down his parched throat as he crushed the arm, holding the sword pushing him to the ground. Cirdan's anguished roar of pain fed his natural impulses as his vision grew from brick red to black as the impulse to kill overtook him. Cirdan laughed, a wicked thunderous noise as the Dragon raised his claws to the neck of the prince.
"Kian, stop!” Garon's voice bellowed through the room seconds before he appeared next to the fallen prince. “Kill him now and I will run you through with this sword as you do. A slow death will be your immediate punishment.” Kian looked towards Garon while keeping a tight hold on Cirdan. He wasn't about to release the prince only to die anyway.
Betrayal washed through him as he watched Garon advance with his sword. The pain unbearable as he watched his lover prepare to kill him. The tentative bond between Dominant and submissive snapped and he roared in the direction of Garon.
"Kian, let him go. Please. Don't make me do this.” The plea from Garon's lips broke his will to kill and he released the prince, quickly shifting back to human form.
Cirdan surged to his feet. “Garon, I demand this Dragon's life right here and right now by your hand.” Kian sank to his knees to await his fate. Cirdan was right. By attacking the warrior he had signed his own death warrant. With ice spreading through his stomach, all he could hope for now was a swift death. He raised his head to face his assassin and was shocked by the naked pain and despair visible in Garon's eyes.
"No, I won't do it.” Garon faced Cirdan with a violent and defiant stare.
"You must. By law of decree, any creature who threatens the life of a member of the royal family is to be exterminated swiftly and without repercussion.” Cirdan's face was alight with a satisfaction and eagerness Kian did not understand.
"There is another way.” Garon said. Kian knew of no other outcome in a situation like this. If he did not pay for this act of defiance here on the spot his entire clan would be shunned from both the Seelie and the Unseelie. And he would become a hunted man.
Cirdan shook his head violently. “No, there is no other way."
"A trade could be made."
"No, the Dragon has nothing that could appease me."
"But I do."
"What? What could you possibly give me that would be worth a Dragon's life?"
"Me.” Kian leapt to his feet, uncaring that the sword at his chest sliced into his skin.
"No. I won't allow that. A warrior does not trade his life for another."
"Simmer down, Dragon. You didn't let me finish.” He gripped Kian's arms to hold him down. “Not my life. Something more important to Cirdan and less important to me. My crown."
"What?” Both Cirdan and Kian questioned in unison.
"I will trade you his life for my place as future king."
"You value the life of this Dragon over your crown? What the hell
has happened to you? No dragon is worth that."
Garon lifted his sword pressing the sharp point into Cirdan's throat. “This is a one time offer cousin. Take it or leave it.
"I'll take it, you fool."
"Wait. No. Garon you can't do this. It's not right."
"Watch yourself, Dragon. Did you not learn your place last night?” Kian hissed in protest but wisely shut up. His confusion swelled as the implications of Garon's sacrifice unfolded. He watched in awe as blood oaths were exchanged between the Fae, forever revoking Garon's status of heir to the throne.
The fragile bonds that Kian had thought were earlier broken were now forged in steel. He owed Garon his life and even more important, he realized with a sense of pride, he was now owned by Garon.
Chapter Five
Relief coursed through Kian when Garon finally exited the council doors. He and Cirdan had entered the chamber more than sixteen hours prior. Shortly thereafter he'd been called in to give his testimony to the events that had transpired. After that, nothing. His nerves had stretched to the breaking point, waiting for the results.
The king and the court had been in an uproar when they'd found out about the exchange. Although, if truth be told, the king had seemed disingenuous with his concerns. And Garon of all people had seemed relieved by the transfer.
"Don't look so sad, Dragon. I wasn't joking when I said I was glad to transfer the crown to my cousin. He may be a little bastard, but he loves the kingdom in his own way. Besides, the old coot isn't going anywhere anytime soon. Cirdan has hundreds of years to wait for his time to rule. With any luck his mate will come along and put him in his place. Fate has an interesting way of weaving her plan in the least expected ways.” Kian smiled at the thought of what fate had done to him.
Garon grabbed his shoulder and steered him towards the door. “Let's go home. I think we've got some more training to do."
* * * *
"How are you doing in there, Dragon?” Garon's voice shot through him with a wave of desire as the water from the shower sluiced over his chest and groin. After all the hours of waiting and thinking over their situation, he'd grown more nervous than aroused. A rush of cold air blew across his heated cock when Garon opened the shower door stepping in behind him.
"What's wrong, Kian?” Garon smoothed his hand across his shoulders and back. “What are you feeling?"
"A little nervous."
"Why nervous?"
"You sacrificed everything for me. That's a lot to live up to."
Garon massaged the tense muscles in Kian's neck. The color and texture a dream under his hands. “What I did wasn't a sacrifice, Kian. I got exactly what I wanted. What I needed."
"But—"
"Enough. Quit thinking about it and just feel. My cock is hard for you.” He rocked his hips forward, pressing himself tight against Kian's buttocks.
"Mmmmm."
"I need you, Kian. Need your gift. Your gift of submission.” Kian shivered in his hands bringing a satisfied smile to his face. He didn't need Kian's words to know how he felt. It was obvious in each of his reactions. With every quiver and sigh, Kian communicated his pleasure and need.
Garon brought his lips to Kian's ear, placing gentle kisses along the sensitive skin. “Masturbate for me, Dragon.” Kian groaned, a wild longing sound. Garon loosely gripped Kian's hips, pulling his heated body tighter against his own. “Do it. Now."
Garon watched over Kian's shoulder as the Dragon wrapped his longer fingers around his rock hard staff, pushing his hand the full length before caressing it back. He repeated the process several times, taking his time as pre come leaked from the purpled head. Kian's moans grew louder as his head dropped back against Garon's shoulder. Garon pumped his own hard cock between the dragon's ass cheeks. Teasing his entrance without breaching it. The hot water of the shower enflamed the need to control the Dragon. As Kian's breathing grew labored his moans turned to needy little whimpers.
"Garon, please—"
"No! Stop!” He pulled Kian's hands away from his cock and replaced them with his own. But instead of jerking him to completion, he simply gripped his balls in a tight vise.
"I can't."
"Tell me what you want,” Garon demanded.
"I want to come, Sir.” Kian's voice came out in a choked whisper.
"Beg for it."
"Please, Sir. Please. Please, may I come?"
"Again."
"Oh Goddess, please. Please, I can't hold it."
"Come, Kian. Come now.” Garon reveled in the moans and struggles of his lover as his cock burst and jets of cum rushed from his cock. Knowing that he owned Kian heart and soul struck him deeply as his own feelings of love and pride slipped into place.
Kian turned in Garon's arms to face him hip to hip, chest to chest. His legs were weak from his incredible controlled orgasm, so he gripped Garon's arms to steady himself. Garon was only a couple of inches taller than himself, but being wrapped up in his embrace, warm water coating their bodies was comforting as he recovered himself from their loving.
When Garon's cock pulsed and nudged up against his own, it reminded Kian that Garon had not come since the first time they'd been together. Well, now is the time to take matters in my own hands. He couldn't hide a huge grin when he looked at Garon.
"What?"
Kian shook his head. “Let me show you.” He knelt down in front of Garon placing his mouth at the perfect angle to take him in, waiting for permission.
"No hands.” Garon said. Kian put his hands down to his side, taking care to follow Garon's directions. Garon's cock jerked and prodded his lips demanding entry.
Holy Hell. The reality of having Garon in his mouth was to die for. All that soft skin over solid steel, how would it all fit? Swirling his tongue along the length his taste buds exploded over the unique salty flavor. He couldn't get enough, fast enough. He relaxed his throat to accommodate more.
"Ohhh. Yes. Like that."
Kian moaned along the length vibrating his mouth in his attempt to get Garon to lose control. I need you to feel a little bit of what I do when you drive me wild. Breathing was difficult with the length of him encased in his mouth and the shower water spraying around his head and shoulders. But everything became secondary as Garon pumped his hips, picking up speed. When Garon grabbed his head pulling him even further onto his dick he suckled frantically. The sample of salty essence leaking from Garon's tip drove him mad.
"Kian. Kian. Kian I'm going to ... come.” No sooner than the word was out and a roar of release came from Garon as he tasted the explosion of Garon's unique flavor. Still, he didn't stop stroking Garon with his tongue and mouth until Garon pushed him on his shoulder to stop him. Kian looked up to see him leaning against the shower wall, body quivering from the release.
Kian stood to turn off the now cool water they hadn't even noticed during the heated exchange. His own body overwhelmed from the ache of unspoken feelings. He turned with a start when Garon touched his arm.
"Mine.” The emotion in Garon's eyes was clear and startling.
"Yes, yours.” Kian said.
* * * *
That night Kian dreamt of the woman cloaked in gray. She carried a bag that rattled with every step. She had the face of a beautiful young woman, but her eyes appeared wise beyond her years. He couldn't tell where they were, it was too dark. A chill worked over him raising goose bumps on his skin. With every step she drew closer, and Kian involuntarily stepped back unable to explain his clammy hands and hesitation.
"Fear not, Dragon.” An old woman's hand clenched in a tight fist appeared from within the cloak and reached out to him. She opened her fingers to reveal some bones laid out in a symmetrical pattern. “You are where you're supposed to be.” The Oracle is still not clear, but one thing is for certain...
"Your journey is not done."
Heads Or Tails
by Jamie Hill
Chapter One
It wasn't the best sex he'd ever had, but it was decent. A
ny sex is good sex, his friends would say, and Jeff Roberts tended to agree. But lately, something was different. He rolled away from his fiancée, pretending to be asleep.
When he heard her steady, rhythmic breathing, he rolled back over. Lana Birdwell looked peaceful in slumber, and much quieter than she ever was when she was awake. Long, blond curls framed her face, giving her a deceivingly angelic appearance. He bit back a chuckle at the thought—no one who knew Lana would ever confuse her with an angel.
A ‘bubbly personality’ was how her father described her, and that was putting it mildly in Jeff's estimation. She was an outgoing, opinionated girl who liked to hear her own voice. Her slight stature might indicate frailty or shyness, but he knew she was tough as nails—a real saleswoman without a shy bone in her body.
But what a body, he thought, glancing at her round, perfectly formed breasts. They sat high atop her slender torso, which also sported bikini-worthy abs. Her legs were long and shapely, converging at a neatly trimmed apex of soft blond hair. Jeff looked at the V-shaped patch of fuzz and wondered why the sight didn't arouse him as much as it used to.
With a flick of his wrist, he tossed the sheet and covered her body. Lana sighed and snuggled into her pillow without waking. Jeff rolled over and tugged the sheet up to his neck, willing sleep to overtake him.
* * * *
"Rise and shine,” Lana murmured in his ear, planting a kiss on his temple.
Jeff opened his eyes, unsure of when he actually fell asleep. The last time he noticed the clock it was three a.m. He'd tossed and turned half the night, and now felt like hell. “Ugh,” he grunted.
"Didn't sleep well?” She stood, fastening a large earring on her left lobe. “Seemed like you were up a lot."
"Yeah.” He threw one arm across his forehead.
She went to the dresser and picked up her other earring. Looking in the bureau mirror, she put the hoop on and glanced at him. “You always stress out about month's end. Running all the paperwork, making sure everything balances—which it always does, by the way. I don't know why you worry so much."
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