Dragon Boy Chapter 8
Threesome
Drake and Marek quietly entered the pen
to find Tir still asleep with Ebony’s head resting on the ledge of the
platform, her mate curled up next to her. Both dragons looked over at the
two riders approaching the platform. Drake motioned over to the four
chairs and table that sat on the other end of the platform, and Marek
touched the mage light suspended above the platform to create a soft, pale
blue light illuminating the now darkening pen. Soon both men were sitting
down looking over at the sleeping boy.
"See, I told you we had time
to take care of that fat pig," Marek complained. "After all, the dragons
were here if the boy woke up."
"Don’t you think he is going to be
more than a little confused? Ebony and Feras are intelligent, caring
creatures, but unfortunately they can’t talk," Drake replied. "Besides
don’t you think Tir should be able to watch us beating the man?"
"I
guess you are right," grumbled Marek. "Well, now what?"
"I don’t
know. It’s not like I have all the answers. I really think we should let
Tristan know about him. After all, Tristan does visit Terma every so
often, it will be hard to hide the boy considering all of the gossip that
this little fiasco is going to cause, " Drake said with a
sigh.
"You have only yourself to blame for that., Tir is a bastard,
and I know Recura doesn’t look at bastards like we do, so why is Tir so
worried?" Marek asked.
"Because his step-father sold him and he is
concerned about what will happen to his half brothers. Slavery isn’t that
popular in Recura, if I remember right. It’s only allowed in the port
cities I think. Tir’s father would be in serious trouble if it were found
out he sold his son, let alone the prince’s bastard. I think he is also
afraid he would have to leave Terma," Drake answered.
"Why not do a
state visit to Recura then? As crown prince you could go after the eggs
have hatched and take Tir. That way the boy could talk to Tristan and
convince him of what he wanted. It’s not like Tristan is going to want the
boy in court anyway, considering he is a bastard and he can’t go back to
his father. As for his brothers, just bring them to Terma," Marek said
with a shrug.
"As what?" Drake asked.
"Who cares what they
want to be. It’s not like your father couldn’t foster two boys. Let them
chose."
"It has possibilities, but I have to wonder if that is what
Tir’s brothers would want. They must love their father after all. To see
him punished and forced to come to a foreign country might not sit well
with them," Drake mused.
"Well it’s just one possibility. After
all you don’t know what Tristan will do, but it’s not like Tir has to be
afraid of his heritage either," Marek said leaning back in his
chair.
"What about the boy? He isn’t a slave anymore Marek," Drake
warned.
"Obviously," Marek said rolling his eyes.
"What I am
getting at is he isn’t a harem boy to be used," Drake said, his eyes
narrowing slightly.
"Yes, but he isn’t your lover either Drake,"
Marek said is a lazily, tone not looking at Drake.
"Marek, I am not
going to let you . . ." Drake started but was interupted by a scream
coming from the boy.
He felt Ebony’s anxious yellow tones enter his
mind as both he and Marek rushed to Tir’s side. Drake looked at the
incredibly wide violet eyes that held fear and confusion as he looked at
the two riders on each side of his bed.
"Was it a dream or is this a dream?," Tir asked,
confused when he saw Ebony push Drake aside and move her head near Tir’s,
her huge body partly on the platform.
Tir reached
out and stroked Ebony’s eye ridges as he felt her long tongue lick his
face. Suddenly he felt a mix of blues and greens enter his mind, soothing
away some of his confusion. Then a gruff pebble voice echoed in his mind.
"Don’t be
afraid boy. Ebony and I helped to heal you, so now we are connected. Don’t
tell Drake and Marek right now, this is just between us. We will talk
later when they aren’t around. Just know that Ebony and I will protect you
and there is nothing to fear."
Tir felt the two very
distinct presences withdraw from his mind as he looked at Ebony with
wonder. He watched as her head withdrew from the platform letting Drake
back next to the boy’s side.
"Tir are you ok? You suddenly lost all
of your color," Drake asked as he perched on one side of the bed while
Marek sat on the other.
With those words Tir came back to himself,
still amazed that he had felt Ebony’s presence in his mind and heard
Feras’s words so very clearly. He didn’t know what was going on but he was
beginning to wonder if he was still dreaming. Knowing that Drake needed an
answer he tried to put the experience in the back of his mind and focus on
the conversation with the dragon rider.
"I just don’t understand.
The last thing I remember was Esper gloating a crossed from me and the
guard whipped me," Tir said, trembling a little with the
memory..
"Don’t worry about the little pig.
Drake knocked him against the wall and Drake, the dragons and I healed you up. You
don’t have to go back to the harem again," Marek said almost
cheerfully.
"What, you mean you are going to sell me?" Tir said
softly, tears filling his eyes as his still confused mind jumped to the
wrong conclusion..
Drake wrapped his arms around the boy, smoothing
his tangled hair. "No, of course not. You are going to stay here with
Ebony and Feras," Drake said looking over at Marek.
"Yeah, the King
has already agreed and Ebony and Feras aren’t going to let you out of
their sight," Marek said, trying to sooth the boy.
"I don’t
understand," Tir said softly, unable to believe that he had been whipped
to death only hours before and now everything he had ever wanted was
coming true.
"It’s simple little harem boy, you’re a bastard son of
a neighboring kingdom. The king isn’t going to risk having Tristan find
out about us keeping you as a sex slave, of all things. Ebony adores you
and since she is large with lots of teeth and enormous mood swings, being
pregnant, the King isn’t about to mess with what she wants. And finally,
he isn’t about to let his only son and heir come unglued because he put
you back into a harem the idiot doesn’t approve of anyway," Marek
explained with his sarcastic voice.
"His son, what does his son
have to do with me?" Tir asked, snuggled in Drake’s warm chest, unwilling
to let go of the comforting arms around him even for his curiosity.
Marek threw back his head and laughed as Drake looked over
at him in disapproval. Pulling Tir away from his chest Drake looked down
at the boy, brushing the tears from his eyes with a gentle hand.
"I
am the King’s son, but I don’t really think about it much. The old man and
me don’t get along the best anyway and most of the time avoid each other,"
Drake said.
"You mean you don’t like him?" Tir said looking up into
the black eyes.
"I don’t like his policies and tastes. I don’t hate
him or anything, he is my father and I do love him. He’s just infuriating
sometimes. When mother was alive it was better, she would often bridge the
gap between us, but she died a long time ago," Drake replied
softly.
"Yeah she was an incredible woman," Marek said in a
surprisingly serious voice. Both Tir and Drake looked over at the blonde
man, who blushed a little realizing what he had said.
"How do you
know her? She died eight years ago," Drake asked curiously.
"Well I
was in court when I was ten. I remember seeing her fly in on the sapphire
dragon, ; that almost blinded me with his beauty. I got loose of my nanny
and ran all the way to the dragon hallways looking for where the blue
dragon had landed. When I saw your mother stride out of the pen I just
knew that she was the rider of the giant beast. I couldn’t even move when
I saw her, I was so surprised by her own unique beauty and aura of
strength. She walked up to me smiling and before I knew it I was in the
pen with her dragon as she told me about him. I will always remember her
telling me that one day I would make a fine dragon rider. That brief
encounter is what made me come to Feras’s hatching and try to bond with a
dragon." Marek explained, losing himself in his memories of his encounter
with Drake’s mother. His emerald eyes very far away from both Tir and
Drake.
"Your mother was a dragon rider?" Tir asked in surprise,
forgetting for the moment all the shocking events of the day as his
curiosity got the better of him.
"Yes, it is rather rare for women
to be riders, but there are a few. It is even more rarer for the King’s
dragon to mate with a dragon with a woman rider. I think it has only
happened once since dragons became part of the fabric of the kingdom’s
history.
“It was a love match and both the dragons and my parents
remained together until Shokar, mother’s dragon, was shot out of the sky
in a border skirmish. It was a complete fluke that the arrow hit in the
vulnerable throat area. Mother plunged her sword into her body as Shokar
died. It is the way of dragon riders and dragons; very rarely do we live
when the other half of us died," Drake said quietly.
"I am sorry,
it must have been hard to lose her," Tir said thinking of his own mother
when she died. "So the King has a dragon too? I wouldn’t have guessed that
he was a rider."
"Yeah, she is older and doesn’t mate anymore. Once
her mate Shokar died, she didn’t want to mate again. Ebony was still a
little young to mate so there were about four years where no dragon’s were
born," Drake replied.
"Doesn’t that mean Feras wasn’t always
Ebony’s mate then?" Tir asked looking over at Feras, who winked at the
boy. Ebony snorted and lashed her tail lightly at her mate.
"No,
she was mated to a large brown dragon called Telas two years, and another
smaller green dragon named Eragon for the next two. Unlike father’s dragon
Ebony has never settled for one mate. Feras is the first mate that I have
ever felt her have strong feelings for." Drake said
affectionately.
Tir’s face screwed up in concentration, thinking
about the dragon’s and their mating. After a while he couldn’t help but
ask his question, hoping not to offend the dragons. "Umm aren’t they
interbreeding then?"
Marek started to laugh, looking at Drake and
then at Tir. "You’re the strangest boy I have ever meet, little harem boy.
You almost die, and your life has been completely altered and you are
asking about interbreeding amongst dragons?" Marek continued to laugh as
Tir blushed bright red, and Drake couldn’t help but smiled down at the
curious boy still next to him.
"Marek, quiet. No Tir because each
time a new heir turns sixteen they go out into the dessert and don’t come
back until they have bonded with a wild female dragon. All the females
born to Ebony will refuse to bond with anyone and by the time they turn
three months will fly away," Drake explained.
"So you went out
alone into the dessert, but what happens if you hadn’t bonded with Ebony
or if you had gotten killed?" Tir asked, finding it crazy to send the heir
to a country out by himself into a desert.
"Then I wouldn’t have
come back and Father would have had to have another child with mother or
stop the contraceptives with his harem girls," Drake replied.
Tir’s
eyes widened at that, very much glad that Ebony had chosen Drake. Tir’s
mind was filled with questions but it was also still trying to come to
terms with all of the events of the day. Without meaning to he yawned, and
heard Drake laugh for the first time since he had awakened.
"Maybe
it’s time for us all to go to bed, it has been a long day. Marek and I
will go back to our rooms and you can sleep here with the dragons," Drake
said as Marek arched his eyebrow at Drake’s sleeping
arrangements.
Tir looked at Drake for a moment before putting a
hesitant hand on the man’s arm, as he looked over at Marek.
"Would you both stay with
me?" Tir asked hesitantly, a blush creeping up his face.
Drake looked down at the little harem boy in surprise before
looking up at the smirking face of the Baron. Shaking his head he wondered
what the boy could be thinking of.
"Tir, the dragons will protect you. Nothing can touch
you here," Drake said patiently.
Drake was
startled by the intense violet eyes that looked up at him. He could see
that the boy wasn’t thinking of sleep, or of someone harming
him.
"Tir you have to be kidding," Drake said quietly.
"I
like his idea," Marek said, crawling across the bed to the two men on the
opposite side.
"But Tir you don’t have to . . ." Drake started but
was cut off by a firm kiss from Tir as the boy entangled himself around
the man.
Drake sat unresponsive for a moment then tried to push Tir away.
Suddenly he felt soft pink and rose colors enter his head. Turning in
shock he saw Ebony curled up with Feras. He felt Ebony’s mind pushing him
to the boy, encouraging him to take what was offered. By the time his
astonished mind had disconnected from his dragon he found himself half
undressed as Marek was busily undoing his pants and Tir’s mouth was
eagerly exploring his erect nipple..
"Hey wait. What are you doing
Marek?" Drake asked, surprised to find the Baron undressing him.
Marek looked up at Drake, a wicked grin spread across his face
before his burying his blonde head into Drakes groin, licking the confused
rider into hardness as Tir continued his work on his now sensitive
nipples. Unable to protest anymore at the sensations flooding him he
leaned back on his hands, giving the two men access to his body as he
vaguely heard his dragon purr in pleasure.
"Yes Marek go ahead,
suck me," Drake hissed, now totally lost in the sensual pleasures of his
body.
Tir moved up to kiss Drake, exploring his mouth anxiously as
tangled chestnut curls surrounding Drake’s face. He felt Tir gasp against
his lips. Drake let go of the kiss to see that the Baron had inserted a
saliva covered finger into the boy’s small ass and he continued to suck on
Drake’s now totally engorged organ. Drake lowered himself to catch Tir’s
leaking organ into his own mouth as the Baron continued to work Tir’s back
passage with long slim fingers.
Tir cried out in pleasure as both
riders began to work on his most sensitive regions. He looked up in
pleasure to see not only Ebony watching but Feras as well. A tremble ran
through his small body as he felt himself burst for with a large offering
of cream into Drake’s waiting mouth.
"That was quick," Drake
whispered as he let go of the somewhat deflated organ and moved up to kiss
Tir passionately, enjoying the panting boy’s soft lips.
"They’re
watching," Tir said against Drake’s lips.
"Yes, and they can feel
what we feel," Drake replied as Tir moaned softly.
Drake felt his
own organ twitching, aching for release as the Baron increased the suction
on his overwrought member. Drake pulled the blonde head off of him and
surprised the Baron by kissing him roughly, demanding possession of the
man’s lips.
Tir watched the two gorgeous men kiss, very turned on
by the sight. Tir moved between the two men, grabbing the Baron’s very
large member with two hands as his tongue circled the head. He felt the
man’s hips twitch and thrust slightly into his mouth as Drake’s hand
pinched the man’s pink nipples into hardness.
Drake moved around
behind Marek to push the willowy man to his knees. Marek looked back at
the lust filled animalistic eyes before getting on to his knees, lowering
himself to offer Drake open access to his vulnerable back passage. Drake
buried his face into the tight portal open before him. He licked around
the opening teasingly before wriggling his tongue into it. Marek gasped in
pleasure as he felt the wet tongue work his tight opening, and Tir
continued to swallow him, taking more and more of his long length down his
throat. Marek growled in pleasure, trying to force more of Drake’s
wiggling tongue into himself.
Marek felt the absence of Drake’s
wet tongue and groaned in protest only to feel a hard organ prod his back
passage. Wanting to feel it deep inside, Marek backed up, impaling himself
totally on Drake’s invading member with one thrust. The pain and pleasure
hit Marek at once and caused him to lose control of himself, crying out
his release into Tir’s surprised mouth.
Tir drank all of the
Baron’s hot offering before moving out from underneath the man to watch in
amazement as Drake grabbed the Baron’s lean hips and proceeded to take him
with hard, powerful thrusts, his long braid swinging wildly. Tir’s hand
moved down to his own now pulsing organ at the incredibly sexy sight of
Drake pounding into the panting Baron. His hands quickly stroked the
amazingly hard shaft as the other hand fondled his own ass.
It
wasn’t long before Marek felt Drake’s whole body tensed in pleasure of the
raven haired rider’s violent conquest of his body. He felt his own organ
that had already come once rise again from the hard pounding Drake had
given him. Moving out from under Drake’s panting body he crawled over to
the little harem boy stoking himself at the show the two rider’s had put
on for him.
Pushing the boy back he seized his lips with his own
as he slide his aching member into the boy, narrow hips bucking up against
the baron. Marek thrust gently into the boy at first, but soon couldn’t
help but increase the pace.
"This is what you wanted, wasn’t it?"
Marek growled.
"Yes, I wanted to be fucked. I wanted to be with
you," gasped Tir, looking up at the baron, a sexy little smile on his face
remembering the Baron on all fours for Drake.
Marek gasped in
pleasure as he reached his climax and Tir also spilled himself at the look
ion the Baron’s face.
All three men moved to the head of the bed
to lie down. Tir snuggled between the two very satisfied dragon riders.