Dragon Boy Chapter 4
Dragon Desire
Drake sat on the white sand between
Ebony's forearms, resting against her chest. His eyes closed as his
complex thoughts sailed between Ebony and himself. He smiled for a moment
at her metal picture of his mating with Tir and her very obvious approval
of it. Still, his guilt of what he had done pervaded his thoughts; he felt
his dragon reaching for understanding of his guilt but failing. To her,
Drake had chosen to mate and Tir had accepted, so there should be no
guilt.
Drake knew the problem lay in the fact that Tir could be
punished, and harshly, for what Drake had initiated. Tir had obviously not
rejected Drake, in fact he had encouraged him with little moans of
pleasure and a hand entwined in Drake's hair, something that Drake had
found endearing. Still, he was not even sure whether the boy truly wanted
Drake, or if he was just going with the moment, responding to his job as a
harem boy.
Drake also knew that the more the boy came to Ebony's
pen, the more likely he would be caught. After tasting the boy and
sampling such a small part of him, Drake longed for more. He wanted Tir to
come despite the risks. He wanted to know how such a curious boy had ended
up in the King's harem, but more than that he wanted the boy naked and
spread out before him. He wanted to devour the little harem
boy.
Part of him realized that it was the dragon’s desire coursing
through his body. Ebony's mating would come soon and her own desire
coursed through his very being. That is why he had warned the little harem
boy to stay away for the next three days, afraid that he would be caught
if Ebony decided to mate while Tir was there. A very real possibility,
since Drake would not be able to keep his hands of the boy and his own
passion would spur the dragon's, one feeding into the other.
He
also worried about the boy himself, even if he wasn't discovered. He had
not missed the faded bruises on the boy's ass. He knew what the King was
doing with Tir, and was angry at him for using the boy in his perversions.
It had been five years since the King had indulged in such things. Drake
had been relieved when it had stopped after Simeon's dismissal from the
harem, and now it had started again. He had heard the rumors of the Baron
Marek Valas and the King, and he was almost positive that Marek was behind
the renewal of such indulgence. A woman similar to Marek had been the
instigation five years before with Simeon.
Marek was another
problem he didn't want to deal with, but probably would within the next
three days. The man was stunningly attractive, like a sculpture’s statue.
His beauty had even drawn Drake's eyes when he had first arrived at court.
He had a strange aura that drew people to him, even though he was almost
aloof and cold to them. Despite that, he had one of the tightest bonds
with his dragon that Drake had ever seen. That tight bond could not be
created unless there was more to the man than outward appearance.
At the thought of Marek, Ebony almost overwhelmed
his mind with images of Feras, Marek's own dragon. Humming softly, he
could feel her desire at the small, agile dragon and the beautiful flight
patterns he made in the sky. He could feel her outrage at Drake's
description of small when thinking of the scarlet dragon. Drake retracted
the thought and smiled at Ebony's delight in her perspective mate, even
though it would mean dealing with his rider, Marek.
Drake's mind
continued to worry about Tir and Marek; both were linked together. Both
were becoming a part of his life, without Drake even choosing it. Each man
posed a problem to him, and he hoped that things would turn out.
He
felt Ebony rumble behind him as soft colors of green surrounded his mind.
He smiled at her, knowing she was trying to sooth him, an equivalent to a
large embrace and the words that everything will be all right. He let her
sooth him, falling into the emerald green colors floating through his
mind, letting go of the thought of Tir. For the moment the boy was safe
from discovery, for he had sternly warned the boy not to come. As for
Marek, he decided to wait and see. Soon, Ebony would mate and then he
would deal with the puzzling Baron.
Ebony screamed as she took off from the ground, her
wings pumping powerfully as she took flight. Drake stood in the doorway of
her pen, his heart pounding as her emotions filled him. Behind him, he
could feel the presence of Marek as Ebony called for her chosen, Feras,
again. In the sky he could see a scarlet shape joining her as they both
took off flying away from the palace.
Marek's hand gripped Drake
from behind, leaving bruises on Drake's arm. Drake turned, looking into
the green, lust filled eyes.
"Let go and come on," Drake said,
easily breaking free of Marek's grip and walking quickly away from the
man.
Drake felt the dragon’s desire uncurling in him, and was
having a hard time not turning and pouncing on Marek, ripping his clothes
off. Marek seemed to be having the same problem as Drake looked down at
his now bruised arm. It took only two minutes to arrive at Drake's set of
rooms, but Drake had barely shut the door when he found himself pinned
against the wall and Marek's mouth pressed against his, Marek’s tongue
demanding entrance. Marek's body pushed against him demandingly as his
hands trapped Drake's over his head.
Drake admitted the Baron's
tongue in his mouth for a few moments, enjoying the passionate kiss before
breaking his hold on his arms. Drake immediately began working on getting
the man undressed. Marek looked in surprise at Drake, who had easily
broken Marek's hold on him, and felt a deep stirring inside himself to
dominate this man before him.
Drake had quickly undone Marek's
pants to find a leaking member already awaiting him. Without hesitation he
began to suck on its hardness, enjoying the juices flowing into his mouth.
Marek gasped in surprise at the skill of the man kneeling before him as he
expertly worked his member.
Drake felt the man trying to thrust
hard into his mouth, and he grabbed the Baron's lean waist, controlling
the man with his rock hard hands. When Marek grabbed his hair, Drake let
go of the man, rising up the length of his body and seizing his mouth in a
hard kiss. He felt the Baron's hand untying his pants and Drake removed
his shirt. Drake seized the soft mouth again only to feel the Baron's
hands on his nipples, playing with them. They hardened instantly in the
slim hands until Drake felt the slight pain of them being
twisted.
Drake picked up the tall man with ease, carrying him to
the next chamber where an oversized bed sat on a platform. Drake carried
the man up the stairs and threw him into the bed. Marek looked over at his
partner, surprised again at his strength and becoming, for the first time,
unsure of his chances of getting the upper hand with this
man.
Drake crawled into bed, his passion burning as his mind
circled the skies with Ebony and her partner. Drake’s black eyes met the
emerald green of the Baron’s as they both stared at each other for a
moment. Marek moved towards Drake, never breaking eye contact until there
was not a space between them. Marek moved his hand down the length of
Drake's body, feeling the hard, compact muscles down towards the
substantial erection now throbbing in Marek's hand.
Drake spanned
the inch between them, kissing the Baron, drawing his tongue into his
mouth. Drake wrapped his arms around the Baron, bringing him even closer
until the Baron sat on Drake's lap. Before Marek realized what was
happening he felt Drake's large organ slide into him. Marek gasped, with
surprise at first and then with pleasure, enjoying the hard organ as it
hit him just right. Marek began to move on Drake's lap, driving the man
deeper into him as he wrapped his arms around Drake, untying the man's
long, midnight hair.
Drake moaned with pleasure at the Baron's
tight passage gripping him like a vice. He grasped as the man's lean hips
increased the speed. Marek tightened his embrace, feeling pleasure course
through his body as Drake continued to work his ass. Drake's nails dug
into Marek's hips, leaving trails of red along the man's hip as both men
felt their dragons end their own mating dance.
Feeling Ebony's
emotions explode within him and Marek's deep, almost animalistic growls
sent Drake over the edge, and he lost himself deep inside his partner's
passage. Marek himself could not hold out any longer, also consumed by
Feras's swirling satisfaction at acquiring his mate, but also from the
powerful man who had managed not only to take the Baron, but give him so
much pleasure. Marek cried out as he felt himself explode between their
two bodies, even though he had not touched himself. His body tensed in
pleasure as Drake wrapped his arms around him.
Marek collapsed
against Drake's rather broad chest, panting. Drake continued to hold him
loosely, until Marek moved off of his lap to lie down next to him. Drake
looked down at the man, admiring his beauty but totally disgusted with his
attempts at domination.
"I am not some helpless harem boy, Marek.
If it weren't for Ebony I would not have you in my bed." Drake said
flatly.
"If it weren't for Feras I would not be here either. Yet
our dragons have chosen, and I must say that I did enjoy the sex, even if
it did turn out differently than I expected. I think you did as well."
Marek said, sitting up, his voice betraying no emotion.
"Yes, but I
suspect Ebony's desire played a part in that. I will not play your games
in my bedroom Marek, I warn you right now," Drake said sternly, getting up
from the bed to dress, his long hair trailing down his back
"I
know, the King warned me of that," Marek replied, eyeing the beautiful man
before he dressed.
"Then don't try it again. I can't refuse you the
place in my bed, because of tradition, but I can refuse to play your
games. Go to the King for that." Drake said, heading for the door as he
gathered up his hair to tie in a ponytail.
"Maybe, but I think
you will find that deep inside you there is a different answer awaiting
you," Marek said with a smile that Drake shut the door on
Tir once again stood
yawning before the King's door, with Esper in front of him. Tir looked at
his feet somewhat nervously despite his tiredness, and wondered what
awaited him beyond the door. It had been three days since he had last been
to the King's Chamber. His bruises had almost faded and he was finally
feeling more himself. Still, he was beginning to think he wanted nothing
to do with the Baron who provoked such a strange mix of
feelings.
Drake had changed his mind. Drake had been kind and
gentle to Tir, and he was a dragon rider of the beautiful Ebony. His
desire for Drake seemed straight and simple, with no complex emotions tied
to it like there was with the Baron. Both men drew Tir to them, but at the
moment it seemed a lot easier to deal with the straightforward desire he
felt for Drake, than the mix of fear and desire the Baron evoked within
him.
Still, he had no choice. Tir was property owned by the King.
His body could be used any way the King saw fit, and he had no option of
refusal. So Tir stood nervous before the King's door, waiting for what was
to come.
Esper ushered Tir inside to find the King and Baron both
seated next to the window, the full moon glowing outside. At his entrance
the King waved Esper off and beckoned Tir closer. Tir moved closer slowly
until he stood next to the King.
"Well, let’s see how you’re
looking, little one," the King said, turning Tir around and pulling his
wrap off. He felt the King's hands lightly stoke his ass.
"He looks
almost healed, too bad I am spent," remarked the Baron.
"Come on
Baron, surely there is something left in you," the King
laughed.
"No, nothing, Your Majesty. You know what the dragon
passion is like," the baron replied coolly, sipping a red
wine.
"Ah, to bad. I had hoped that seeing the boy would give it a
lift. Ah well, maybe some other time."
"You could of course enjoy
him without me," the Baron said, reaching out to stroke Tir's soft member
a little.
"No, it just isn't the same."
"I suppose not," the
Baron said with a shrug, letting go of Tir.
"Now that you are a
member of the council you will have access to the palace harem. I suppose
I will not be seeing you as much anymore," the King said as he guided Tir
to sit between his legs. Tir tried to remain awake to hear the interesting
conversation, but the King's hand stroking his head was making things
difficult.
"Ah, but now that you have made Tir your favorite harem
boy, he is now off limits to the council members," countered the Baron,
looking at the boy seated before his King.
"Maybe for you I will
make an exception, as long as you are still willing to play with me of
course," the King said grinning.
"I am always at your
service."
"Are you going to move into Drake's room? It is your
right, as his dragon partner."
Tir’s eyes opened at the sound of
Drake's name. He wondered what the King meant by dragon partner, and
wondered if it had something to do with Ebony mating. He tried to remember
what he knew of the Baron's dragon, but could not.
"Why bother? He
is just like me, we both sleep with our dragons more often than not. I
admit the thought had crossed my mind just to play with him, since I know
that it would irritate him. "
"Yes, I suppose it would. Still, I
would prefer if you don't irritate him too much, it would be better if you
two worked together," the King said worriedly.
"I don't know. There
is something about him that makes me want to push him a little," the Baron
mused, his finger tracing the rim of his glass.
"Whatever, just
don't get him angry. I don't want to have to deal with him," the King
said, frowning.
"Has the golden boy ever gotten angry? He always
seems so cheerful and mild-mannered."
The King shook his head,
looking down at Tir. Tir's wide, violet eyes stared back at
him.
"Get into my bed, little one, I will be there
shortly."
Tir reluctantly got up and left the room, desperately
wondering what the King was going to say to the Baron. Yet he had finally
learned enough caution not to ask. He climbed into the King's white oak
bed with a sigh and curled up. As he waited for the King to come, his mind
drifted between the two dragon riders until he fell asleep.
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