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Rath

The prospect of young didn’t phase him as much as it should have, would normally. It was a fact of life. One found their mate and had children. The only step missing was taking Asha to his nest and doing his best to make nature proud.

Their hearts beat as one—which could have either been part of their union magic or the fact that their hearts beat so fast that one was indistinguishable from the other.

Fooling around and kissing was one thing, but Rath needed Asha, needed to be inside him, to lick and taste him. “My eager mate. I’ll make you regret waiting for me.”

“I already regret it, but I am so glad you waited.” Asha leaned into him and gasped as Rath hoisted the male against him. A quick pat and adjustment later had Asha’s thighs locking over his hips. “Baltheir’s sake, I forget how strong you are.”

The flush over Asha’s cheeks combined with the sweet giggle of surprise made all the difference in the world, to Rath’s certainty. Asha’s nerves were quelled.

The tower they’d landed on had a few convoluted passageways for servants, as they were indecent and becoming more so by the second. Rath had a cockstand that could scratch glass, pointed rigidly against his belly and pressed in by Asha’s weight.

His tail wrapped around Rath’s waist, the scales so cool and comforting.

Rath could stare at those scales for hours, lost in their chromatic undertones.

The cool shade of it complemented the opalescent flame.

Given a few months, and he’d have a good shed, and they’d be more vibrant, a show to behold.

He’d make other dragons look upon him with favor and jealousy.

Rath sped. His feet carried him unerringly through the servants’ way toward his wing of the estate. Swift steps brought him within a few doors, slipping out from behind a tapestry.

“Normal couples would be enjoying cake and dinner about now.” Asha laughed.

“Human couples. We’re not human. We’re normal dragons.” Rath swept on bare feet into his room, eying his nest. Asha had made his own spot in it, not in Rath’s indention but next to it. Shamefully, he’d watched Asha sleep, imagining being with him on an occasion—or three.

“What do normal dragons do, then?”

“Each other, mostly.” Rath offered his most lascivious smile and Asha’s breath hitched.

When he stepped into their nest, Asha’s grip loosened until Rath tumbled down atop him with a gentle glide of his hips. Their cocks, plump with interest, brushed one another where Rath’s sparse hair brushed the bareness of Asha’s groin. It gave Rath pause, and he pulled back to glance down again.

Asha’s cheeks pinkened. “Jeron suggested it. It feels very nice.”

“There’s no need to shave on my account unless you want to do so.” Rath nuzzled along Asha’s neck and chest, planting hungry kisses. His hand roved Asha’s side, circling his hip to grip his thigh, all while his tail thrashed impatiently.

“I was not shaven. I was sugared. They ripped the hairs out so it was smoother.” Asha groaned and rolled his hips, breath catching when Rath reached his navel with a slow lick around the divot, his long tongue tracing idle circles.

His thighs clenched, the muscles beneath his taut flesh dancing to the tune of every flick of his tongue. “That’s too much!”

“Or not enough?” Rath relented, ceasing the flicks of his tongue as he trailed his nose farther down, relishing the hot brand of Asha’s cock against his neck.

“I—I want that. That, please.” Asha’s strained voice made Rath chuckle for but a moment before he dipped and captured the poor male’s cock between his lips. The slick tip dripped over his tongue, twitching a sugary pulse free. “Baltheir’s blessings!”

Rath halted and pulled away. “Don’t cry the name of that infernal human god. You cry my name, alone, my Ashen one. We worship the fates and speak for them. Worship me.”

“Tell me how to pray, so that you might answer me. Because I crave your mouth in unholy places and I demand your body atop mine, your manhood buried deep in me.” Asha’s choked words went right to Rath’s head.

Rath unfurled his tongue, letting the dragon have him just a little more, the pointed length of his tongue thickening and curling to wrap about Asha’s pulsing length. In the space between one gasp and the next, Rath took Asha to root and bobbed his head, giving him what he’d prayed for.

“Rath! Rath…” Asha pulled his fist to his mouth, biting down over his knuckle to stifle his whimpers of pleasure that choked out into a breathy cry.

So, when a blast of sweetness exploded over Rath’s tongue with no announcement, he gave a heated chuckle, bobbing ever so gently to work an apologetic Asha down, drawing him into delicious complacency.

He swallowed, relishing the taste, the finest honey and splash of salt like his skin.

“It’s customary to warn a partner before you spill. ”

“J-Jeron didn’t tell me to…” Asha’s broken whisper of a voice drew Rath away from his groin, rising along his body to cage him in with tense arms. “I’m sorry I—don’t know what I’m doing.”

“That’s okay. Tell me when you’re at your limit.

I can pull back and build your pleasure.

” Rath traced pointed claw tips along Asha’s cheek before making a show of twisting his hand in view.

With a simple gesture, Rath’s claw tips rescinded, blunt fingertips in their place.

Asha stared in wonder until Rath licked two fingers in a gentle display and reached low, palming his mate’s groin.

With a tremble of sensitive desire, Rath sought out Asha’s crease, sliding back to circle his hole—finding it clenched tight. “Relax.”

Asha choked on a breath and spread his legs, his hole twitching against Rath’s gentle pressure for long seconds until those two digits slipped in, discovering a dam of pent-up slick that coated his fingers.

Rath circled the pads of his fingers, searching out Asha’s spot as he relished the natural lubricant.

If anything, Rath knew it was Asha’s designation was meant to be bearer.

Not that there was any doubt beforehand. His nature and color were too obvious.

In moments, gentle strokes of his fingers settled into a pace that had Asha’s face flaming red with embarrassment and blood flow.

Lewd, slick noises, presumably the cause of his shame, heralded pitiable whimpers of pleasure, each one opening him a little more.

“Taking a dragon is no small feat, but you can do it, my mate. You are made for a dragon.”

Asha only mewled in response, gasping when Rath withdrew his fingers and coated his cock in the ample slick coating his digits.

His thick, flared head glistened pink at the tip, the scales there so much finer and slick when his sheath pulled back. And Asha, in his pleasured stupor, froze when Rath braced himself. “Please.”

Rath leaned down to kiss his lips with a mere brush of skin to skin. “Relax. Deep breath, and let me in. I’m going to fill you.”

The wounded whimper that escaped Asha’s mouth had Rath’s leaking cock pulsing with arousal. Not even as a new adult upon his first bedmate did Rath feel such lack of control. With a gentle glide of his hand, he pointed his cock toward Asha’s heat, tilted his hips forward, and pushed.

Rath’s mate’s eyes flew wide, his entire body tensing up with sheer surprise at the first breech. Pressure increased, his voice choked out, and the flared head popped just beyond Asha’s tight ring. “Haa! Fuck. Ba—Rath! Rath.”

As Asha’s stumble endeared Rath’s nature, he couldn’t be bothered to punish him just yet. This wasn’t the time to train his mate. It was the time to learn. Still. He growled, lips pressed into Asha’s, “Only. My. Name.”

“Rath,” Asha whimpered.

“Rath, what?” Rath punctuated his words with a nip to Asha’s lower lip and a nudge of his cock deeper.

“Fuck me! Bury yourself in me. Make me so full. I need you.” Tears welled in Asha’s eyes as he angled his hips and flung his legs around Rath’s hips unexpectedly. With a wrenching gesture of his tail, he latched onto Rath’s thigh and pulled him flush with a searing, tight glide of velvety pleasure.

Rath, thrown off-kilter, cried out, hissing through teeth that sharpened unintentionally.

Every muscle in his body tensed. His loins burned, and balls ached to release.

The rising sense of need and instinct slammed against his personal barriers.

Breed him! Rath’s instincts roared in his mind, obscuring everything for a blinding few seconds as he slammed his hips back in heated retaliation.

“Easy. I’m… I can’t—you’re too much, Asha. You taunt the beast in me.”

“You are the beast. And I have my own.” Asha angled his hips and tightened his tail with a skill he had no right to have so soon. But when Rath stared into his watering eyes, there was no more simpering shame or uncertainty. Asha had given himself to his nature. “Breed me.”

Those last two words were all it took. Rath braced himself, planting clawed fingertips into the cushions above his shoulders.

His wrists acted as a barrier to keep from fucking Asha across the room, their solid meat slapping into his forearms with every thrust of his hips.

No words came from his lips, no moans of pleasure.

In the maddened, possessive state he was in, Rath could only fuck.

He had to drive his seed deep. Lock it in.

Asha reached around Rath’s back, drawing sharp nails across his tough scales, the rasp and sting of it enough to start a burning urgency at the bottom of his spine.

Rath wasn’t certain when Asha’s cute whimpers and needy moans turned into snarls of harsh breath sawing out of him, but it suited him.

Sweat traced his cheeks and neck, hair stringy around his face as sharpening teeth displayed proudly.

Inside Asha was the dragon he’d always meant to be and he embraced it.

And Rath needed to reward him for it—with his progeny.