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Rath roared, the sound filling the room and entwining with Asha’s own as they locked together.

Rath’s knot inflated, stretching Asha’s tender entrance until he could move no more.

Hot cum boiled deep within his sac, gushed along his tract until the first volley pumped its way into Asha’s heated core.

“Take it. Take me. I’ll fill you deeper than any male.

I’ll make you mine. My mark will lay in your belly, and if it doesn’t take, I’ll throw you down beneath every full moon until the fates say it so. ”

Asha’s thighs tightened, body bowed off the cushions and cried out until he could bring one hand between them and stroke his rigid length.

A mere flutter of movement had sweet, sticky cum plastering their bellies.

The warm liquid slick between them added to the sensation, another tactile point of contact that drove Rath to new heights.

Knotting was only the beginning, after all.

Rath slammed his hips to work the knot deeper.

Breeding frenzy , that was what his tutor had called it.

The shameful few months of education he received before being allowed to select his first bedservant had cemented certain things in his mind.

The older bedservant that had broken him in , so to speak, had been very conscientious in his education.

It made little sense until Asha’s snarl of bliss broke into a hissing pant, his inner walls spasming in a different kind of orgasm.

For his part, Rath couldn’t stop, though.

With thoughtless force, he wrenched Asha’s legs from his hips, pressed them back to splay his legs so wide open that in any other scenario, it might have hurt.

Spreading his pelvis like that, letting his spent cock plump once more had Rath incensed as he worked the barest inch deeper that the position afforded him.

Because, once a dragon started, they did not stop.

“More, my love?” Rath’s tail pried at Asha’s, loosening his hold as his hips hammered.

He’d wanted it to be sweet and sacred. Their lovemaking for the first time should have been a peaceful union, but Asha had the moon on his side, and Rath hadn’t fulfilled himself in far too long.

He’d not touched Jeron since his mind had touched Asha’s.

He’d not even been able to stroke himself off to any fulfilling capacity.

But, locked into Asha’s prone form, screwing him into their nest, he spilled every drop he had and then some, pumping his hips furiously, flesh slapping flesh with bruising force.

In Asha’s delirium, he prayed, words choked between harsh cries of pleasure, and to Rath’s immense satisfaction, instead of Baltheir’s name, blessings unto him—it was to Rath.

Rath would settle his spirit, bring him fortune and love.

Rath would hold his hand by rough waters and bless his union with life.

So, in the wee hours of the morning, when Rath spilled into him for the last time he was able, Asha’s body did something so beautiful.

He rolled with Rath to ride him. They’d been locked for hours, but Asha still wanted, and Rath still had the urge to give.

When he tossed his sweat-stringed hair back and lifted his chin, elegant neck on full pale display, a shift in his colors caught Rath’s eye.

Metachrosis. His white scales sheened with a rainbow flushed a pale and beautiful lavender, a ripple of creamy orange in its place.

Inside, his body opened for Rath, sucking him in, easing the pressure while simultaneously milking him for the last of his seed.

As if his job were done, Rath’s cock softened and slid free as Asha’s chest heaved, pert nipples kinked into the tightest nubs.

He wondered if Asha would make milk for his young—it was a hit or miss with Ashen male bearers.

Dragonlings could subsist on blood for a time.

Rath couldn’t resist reaching up to trace his fingers over them.

Asha, understandably, shuddered and hissed, head flopping down to his chest as he laughed. “And now you worship me?”

“I do.” Rath reached up to tilt Asha’s chin, catching his pale eyes slitted with his dragon’s wonder. “I lay with you and look up to you. I give you my all and beg your blessings. I need you and kiss your feet. What is holy but you, and what is profane but the distance between us?”

Asha’s shoulders shook in what could have easily been a sob as much as a laugh. He lifted one hand and pushed stringy locks from his face, and the dichotomy of expressions on his face made Rath pause. His eyes held tears, but his lips held a smile. “Finally.”

“And like that, your pesky virginity is no more.” Rath watched with half interest as Asha picked his hand up and brought it to his lips for a kiss.

“Poor thing never stood a chance.” Asha drew Rath’s hand down his neck, chest, and lower to rest over his navel. “Do you promise?”

“Promise what?” Rath rubbed the firm flatness of Asha’s belly, relishing the magic and heat that flowed there so purposefully.

“That we’ll have children?”

“I cannot promise that, but I promise I’ll keep trying.

Though, you were receptive.” Rath couldn’t be certain, but all the right things had happened.

It’d be a shame if they didn’t, but such was life.

So much magic flowed through Asha, and as if fate and glory rode him, Rath channeled some of his own life into Asha.

With but a gentle push, their souls preened against one another, and if it was fate to happen, Rath accepted.

“No complaints.” Asha laughed and shuddered, stretching out so languidly atop Rath. His bare body, new scales and gorgeous tail all that Rath could ask for.