Dragon Boy Chapter 9
Feras's Request
Tir awoke to find himself buried in
Drake’s chest, one large arm draped over him. He could feel Baron’s warm
back pressed against his own and felt surprisingly content. He found
himself wide awake despite the still luminescent moon overhead. Laying
quietly, his mind turned over the previous day’s events slowly.
His mind winced away from the terror of his punishment at Esper’s
hands. Despite the wounds being miraculously healed, he could still
remember the agonizing pain of the whip. Esper’s little black eyes boring
into him as he laughed in pleasure at his screams still haunted him. He
felt his body shudder and the arm around him suddenly pulled him closer.
Looking up into Drake’s face it was obvious the man still slept, but must
have instinctively responded to Tir’s own body.
Pushing the
thoughts out of his mind not wanting to work himself up his thoughts
instantly turned to the dragons. He couldn’t believe he had heard and felt
them in his mind and couldn’t help but think it must have been his
imagination.
"No little one, it wasn’t your imagination," came a
soft, pebbly voice in his mind. Tir felt his body stiffening in surprise.
"Don’t get up, you will just wake everyone. Ebony sleeps as
well."
Tir lay quietly, wondering if the dragon could read his
thoughts, and blushed a little considering what he had been thinking about
only a few short hours ago. He had been extremely turned on by the
thoughts of the two dragons watching him with Drake and Marek and couldn’t
help be embarrassed.
A soft, dry laugh echoed in his mind. "Yes I
can hear your thoughts when you don’t shield them from me. You don’t have
to speak aloud, just think what you want to say to me. You three did give
us an interesting show, but unlike humans we only feel lust during mating.
"
Tir felt his whole face burn with embarrassment as he buried his
face into Drake’s muscular chest, although his curiosity was already
working in overdrive. "Why can I hear you?"
"That is a complicated
question. We are only able to communicate with the ones we bond with, but
Ebony and I did something that normally isn’t done. We used our powers to
heal you, forming a connection between the three of us. It couldn’t have
been done without Drake’s unique ability to funnel magical powers, so it
has never been tried before," Feras’s explained.
"I really don’t
understand magic, or dragons, so I guess it makes sense, but why have you
two not said anything to Drake and Marek?" Tir said
hesitantly.
"Because we want your help."
"Me!" squeaked Tir
aloud as Marek mumbled, turning in his sleep to curl around Tir.
"Yes,
you. Ebony has decided she wants me as her permanent mate, but Drake and
Marek don’t get along well. Neither of us wants our riders to be fighting,
it would be best if they actually got along; after all, they are our other
halves. You Tir, are the bridge between two very different men. They both
love you in their own way," Feras’s voice echoed through the stunned boy’s
mind.
"Love?"
"In their own way, yes. What we want of you
isn’t an easy thing, young one. It is very possible they could quarrel
over you since both have very different views on relationships. We want
you to try to bring them together," Feras said quietly in his mind.
"Although you haven’t shown us all of your thoughts, Ebony is sure that
you carry feelings for both of our riders."
Tir’s mind whirled at
Feras’s unexpected request. He wasn’t even totally sure what he felt for
the two men laying so close to him. He wasn’t even sure what love was. He
loved his mother and brothers, but that was different from the love Feras
talked about.
His feeling where so mixed, and almost
incomprehensible when it came to Marek. He had not even come to terms with
his own complex feelings with the discipline that the Baron applied to
him, let alone the man who sparked the confounding emotions. Only recently
had he begun to see a kinder, more caring side to the man.
As for
Drake it was even harder now that the man had revealed his true identity.
He was the crown prince who would one day rule this county. Tir was only a
slave now, how could he ever love a man so far above him? How could Drake
ever love him?
"Calm down little one," Feras’s dry voice cut
through his fury of thoughts. "It is very disconcerting to hear all of
those thoughts come at me in a tangle. Picture a wall."
"A wall?"
Tir said blankly.
"Yes picture a wall in your mind, any type,"
Feras said patiently.
Tir concentrated a moment, picturing the wall
that ran around the gardens of the home he grew up in. Suddenly he
couldn’t feel the presence of Feras anymore. Tir quickly realized what his
mental picture had done as he erased the wall from his mind.
"Very
good. Now you know how to shield me from your thoughts," Feras said with
approval.
"But isn’t it kind of hard to think of a wall and think
of other things?" Tir asked, his brow furrowing.
"It just takes
practice, although most of the time riders don’t shield their thoughts
from their dragons."
"So you don’t shield your thoughts from
Marek?" Tir asked surprised.
"Marek can’t read my mind, nor can any
rider. It is a gift that is only found within dragon’s blood. Humans who
bond with us have the ability to share some of our power, but it is
limited and varies from person to person. But we can talk of that another
time, the sun will rise soon," Feras said.
Shielded by the two
large men on either side, Tir had trouble seeing anything but was
unsurprised that dawn was approaching. He felt Drake stir next to him a
little and knew that the man would soon be awake. He felt colored patterns
enter his mind and realized that Ebony had awakened. The soft pastel pinks
and yellows were blending in his mind, and he felt a huge feeling that
could almost be a yawn reverberate through the gliding
colors.
Without any thought he sent his feelings of contentment and
happiness at her unique greeting out to her. He quickly felt surprise and
then the colors change to a brighter yellow and blue as he felt her return
his feelings.
"You catch on quick boy," Feras said. "Ebony you
will not be able to shield out. Her mind link deals with emotions and they
are the most primitive part of you."
"Oh, does that mean she can’t
talk?" Tir said, slightly disappointed.
"She can talk, just not
with humans. You will find she can express herself very well with
emotions," Feras said wryly.
"You’re awake."
Startled Tir
looked up to see Drake looking sleepily down at him, and the large man
blinked. He couldn’t help but smile at the sleepy-eyed look still on the
man’s face as he sat up on the bed. He heard Marek groan behind him as he
stirred as well.
"It’s way too early to be up. Don’t tell me you’re
like my confounded dragon, always up before the sun," Marek growled as he
pulled Tir close to him.
"Of course. Why waste the day sleeping?"
Drake said stretching a little, turning to look at the Baron snuggled up
to Tir in the bed.
"Come on Tir let’s go get cleaned up," Drake
said with a smile.
"Why doesn’t he just stay here and sleep for a
while? You have to fly patrol today anyway," Marek said with a
yawn.
"He’s been awake even before me, I doubt he wants to lay
awake in bed with you," Drake retorted, bending to pick up his discarded
clothes.
"Maybe he does," Marek said, his hand gliding up Tir’s
chest, bringing a shiver to the boy.
Tir listened
to the two, remembering Feras’s words he frowned for a moment.
"Why don’t we all
go together?" Tir asked hesitantly, wriggling around to face the Baron in
his rather tight embrace. Tir looked up into the emerald eyes, trying to
persuade the man without any words. "Please?"
Marek sighed, looking
down into the pleading wide eyes and let go of the boy. Without another
word he got up and began to dress as Tir crawled out of the bed with
relief. It wasn’t long before all three of them were walking into the
palace hallways toward the direction of the King’s set of rooms. Walking
past the door that Tir had entered countless times they soon arrived at
Drake’s set of rooms.
"Come on, Father will not be up for a few
hours so the King’s bath hall should be open," Drake said, strolling
through a wide door connecting his set of rooms to the shared bathing room
of the royal family.
Tir gazed around in wonder at the large,
sunken marble pool of water big enough to hold at least ten people,
complete with a splashing little waterfall. Green vine plants grew along
the walls and small containers of flowering plants created a wonderful
aroma surrounding the humid room.
Five bathing slaves glided a
crossed the white marble tiled floor to take their clothes and help them
into the bath. Three slim female slaves joined them, helping them to wash.
Tir looked at the dusky brown skinned girl with short black hair and a
curvy body come at him with wide eyes, and he backed away right into the
waterfall.
Both Marek and Drake laughed as Tir was quickly soaked
by the warm spray of water. He quickly came out of the waterfall, his hair
plastered to his very red face.
"Enough, leave us. Retrieve
clothes for the Baron and bring all of the clothes for Tir to my room."
Drake said, humor still evident in his deep voice.
The girls
quickly got out of the pool as the others hurried out of the room to obey
Drake’s command. It wasn’t long before all of the slaves had exited the
room, much to Tir’s relief.
"I take it you’re not into girls,"
Marek asked lazily, leaning against the wall of the pool a little ways
away from Drake.
"I have never been around them much," Tir
stammered, looking down, his face still very red.
"What about the
girls in the harem?" Marek asked.
"Enough Marek, don’t tease him
any more," Drake said, leaning back and closing his eyes in
contentment.
All three of them remained quiet for a while as they
relaxed in the warm waters. As Tir’s embarrassment faded he began to
wonder exactly what was going to happen to him. If he wasn’t to serve in
the harem anymore he wondered what he was going to do now. His curiosity
had distracted him the day before, and he really hadn’t found out what was
to become of him.
"Drake, what is going to happen to me?" Tir asked
hesitantly.
Drake opened his eyes and looked at the tense boy in
front of him. "What do you mean? Nothing is going to happen to you. You
aren’t in trouble or anything,"
"I think he means what is he going
to do now that he isn’t in the harem," Marek said lazily, his eyes still
closed.
Tir nodded, looking between the two riders.
"What
do you want to do Tir? What did you want to do before your mother died and
your life was altered?" Drake asked, looking at Tir with gentle eyes that
soothed the young boy.
"I wanted to be a scholar. I wanted to
study, but Father said that was a nobleman’s occupation and that the
family couldn’t afford it," Tir said quietly.
"Well then, become a
scholar if you wish. I think with your curiosity you would be well suited
for such an occupation," Drake said, closing his eyes again.
Marek
snorted, "Yeah, that curiosity is bigger than the boy
himself."
"But I’m a slave. I couldn’t. . ."
Both men
opened their eyes and looked at Tir, stopping him from saying any more as
the boy shifted uncomfortably in the warm waters.
"Tir you aren’t
a slave anymore. If you want we will arrange for you to go back to Recura.
That is, if you really wanted to," Drake said soothingly.
"I don’t
want to go home. I want to stay with Ebony and Feras and you two, but why
have you freed me? " Tir said instantly, without any hesitation, although
still confused about his place now.
"Idiot," Marek snorted. "I told
you yesterday didn’t I? You’re Tristan’s bastard. I didn’t talk to the man
that much when he was here but it was obvious that he had a lot of pride.
If he knew that we were knowingly keeping you as a slave," Marek shrugged
closing his eyes again, leaving the rest unsaid.
"It isn’t only
that Tir, Ebony and Feras both have taken an interest in you, something
that has never happened before. If you would like I will arrange for a set
of rooms for you in the palace, but I think both dragons would prefer it
if you stayed with them," Drake said, drifting over to the boy in the
water to look down at him.
"I would like to stay with them as
well," Tir said, smiling up at the man, very conscious of their naked
state. Tir couldn’t help but reach out to touch the wet, glistening bronze
skin lightly.
"Good. I don’t have all the answers right now Tir.
Let’s just take some time and find out where all this leads," Drake said,
taking the boy’s hand in his own.
"Yeah, let’s get those eggs laid
and hatched first, then straighten everything else out," Marek said,
getting out of the pool. "Don’t you fly patrol for the city
today?"
Drake turned to the beautiful blonde now drying off with a
small smile before leaning down to kiss Tir. The young boy instantly
leaned into the man, eager for his soft touch and already more than a
little turned on by both naked men.
"I take that as a no?" Marek
said archly.
Drake released Tir and climbed out of the pool,
leaving the very aroused and somewhat disappointed boy in the warm waters.
Drake grabbed a towel and began to dry off his tawny skin and black hair.
Tir couldn’t help but watch both men, amazed at their very different yet
equally attractive bodies. It was hard to believe that both of these
powerful, sexy men had feelings for him.
"Come on Tir, you’re going
to wrinkle if you stay in there much more," Marek said, turning to the
boy.
Tir shifted a little in the water, knowing his very obvious
arousal would be noticeable as soon as he got out of the water, yet he
couldn’t stay in there forever either. Slowly he rose from the water as
both men watched him. He could feel their eyes burning into him as he
finally stood next to them. He looked up, embarrassed, to see Marek’s
wicked eyes sparkling and Drake looking down him with a gentle smile. Tir
had a feeling that both men were thinking about two very different things
and unfortunately he didn’t know which one appealed to him
more.
Both men glanced at each other before walking over to the
young boy. Tir watched in hunger as Marek dropped down on to his knees in
front of him, lightly skimming the surface of his member with a hot
tongue, and Drake bent down to nip at his small nipple, bringing it to
hardness. Tir gasped as he felt Drake’s hands play with his smooth chest
as and his mouth moved along his neck, kissing and nipping. Marek’s
teasing tongue soon turned aggressive as his whole mouth descended on
Tir’s vulnerable organ.
Both men devoured the supple young body
under their hands as Tir moaned in pleasure. His mind went blank as the
sensations pouring through his body totally eclipsed everything. All his
senses focused on the large, warm hands that seemed everywhere and the
hot, eager mouth that clung to his own and the one working his flaming
sex.
"Sexy boy, did Drake’s little kiss turn you on that much?"
Marek asked as he stroked Tir’s organ slowly. looking up at the boy,
sending a shudder through him.
"You . . . both," Tir gasped. "With
both of you naked. . . " Tir tried again but failed as Drake seized his
lips, his tongue probing far into the young man’s mouth as Marek started
to work Tir’s organ with his amazing tongue and mouth. Tir felt Marek’s
graceful hands move up the back of his thighs as Tir spread his legs
further apart, inviting exploration.
When Tir felt a finger probe
his backside he gasped and pushed back against it. Soon the myriad
sensations began to overwhelm the boy and he felt his whole body tense in
pleasure as he cried out against Drake’s soft lip. He felt his climax in
every part of him as he shot a copious amount of liquid into the Baron’s
waiting mouth.
Unable to stand any longer, Tir sank to the ground
as both men let go of him. When he looked up he was surprised to see the
King standing in the entrance to the bathing hall, his own robe undone as
he work his throbbing erection between his still muscular legs. Tir
watched as the King let loose his own pent up desires with a series of
small grunts that brought the attention of Marek and Drake to the
voyeur.
"Father, really," Drake said with a frown.
"Don’t
even lecture me boy. This is my bath hall if I remember right," the King
said, closing his robe and heading over to the three. "I thought he wasn’t
a harem boy any longer?"
"He isn’t father," Drake said
shortly.
"He may not be a harem boy any longer, but that doesn’t
mean he has no desire, Your Majesty," Marek said smoothly, going over to
his clothes that were lying by the door.
"Here Tir," Marek said,
handing him his own set of clothing.
Tir took the clothing as he
got up from the ground rather shakily. Drake put out a hand to steady him
with a small smile before turning his attention to his father, who was
looking at the boy curiously.
"Are you happy with how things are?"
the King asked quietly.
Tir looked up at the man, his black eyes so
similar to Drake’s that Tir was surprised he didn’t notice sooner they
were related. Standing next to one another Tir couldn’t help but noticed
that both men were very similar, down to their deep voice.
"Yes,
Your Majesty. It was all I could have hoped for, to be able to see Ebony
every day, and Feras," Tir said as he bowed his head.
Tir felt the
King’s large hand lift his head to look into his eyes. "And my son and
Marek as well?" Tir’s eyes widened as he looked at the King’s face.
"Yes," Tir whispered blushing slightly.
"Don’t you have
patrols today? If not, you’re going to court with me," the King asked as
he let go of Tir and looked at his still naked son.
"I have patrol.
Marek, can you take care of things today?" Drake asked as he wrapped a
towel around himself, walking toward his room.
"Yeah," Marek
said, following behind Drake with a quick bow to the King before
leaving.
Tir
clutched at his clothes as he bowed deeply to the King and followed the
other two. It didn’t take long for Drake to put on some clothing as he
picked up a brush and comb through his black hair. Rummaging around in a
desk drawer to withdraw a silver chain with a circular pendant of black
onyx.
"Here, for the time being wear this Tir. It will mark you as
a personal servant of mine and will cut down on people trying to harass
you if you aren’t with Marek or I," Drake said, holding out the
pendant.
"You better get going," Marek said. "I’ll take the boy to
the library while I arrange for everything else," Marek said.
Drake
nodded and strode briskly out of the room, leaving the two of them alone.
Tir watched him go, somewhat sad that he was leaving along with Ebony.
Looking up at the Baron he wondered what all the man had to
arrange.
"Well come on. I take it you would like to spend the day
in the library?"
Tir nodded as he followed the man out of the room
and through the cool marble hallways to the library. Marek stopped at the
door and looked down at the boy.
"I will be back in a few hours. If
anyone tries to bother you, show them that pendant and tell them you are
Drake’s personal servant. Hopefully that will not happen, the last thing
we need is more rumors about you, but we haven’t had time to straighten
everything out yet," Marek explained.
Tir nodded and watched the
tall man leave before entering the library. Picking out a book, Tir sat
down and began to read. Determined to loose himself in the book in front
of him instead of brooding on the strange turn his life had
taken.
Luckily Tir’s thirst for knowledge made it easy for him to
forget his problems, and before he knew it Marek was shaking his shoulder.
Looking up from the book in confusion he was surprised to see that he was
halfway finished with it.
"You hungry?"
Tir realized he was more
than a little hungry and nodded. Marek held out his hand to help the boy
up out of the chair, his body stiff from sitting so long. Tir followed
behind the lean Baron to Feras’s pen. Once inside he saw the small crimson
dragon asleep in the sands as Marek lead him over to the table on the
platform where two covered plates sat.
Tir sat down on the plain wooden
chair and uncovered the plate to find meat rolls and a generous piece of
fluffy white cake. Tir ate half of the food before losing interest in
eating. He had never been one for eating a lot and the thought of stuffing
himself just didn’t appeal to him.
"Tir, come here," Marek command
as he went over to the bed.
Tir rose from his chair and walked over
to the Baron. He felt the blonde man pull him between his spread legs, his
hand gliding over Tir’s ass.
"You seemed to enjoy Drake taking me
last night," Marek said lightly, his sharp eyes penetrating
Tir.
"I... yes," Tir whispered, a shiver running through him at the
tone in Marek’s voice. He knew with certainty what the powerful man had in
mind just by the look in his eyes. Tir felt himself torn with the need to
push Marek away and refute the game he wanted to play, and the desire to
submit to the authoritative man looking up at him.
"Hmm, I think
you need to remember who you belong too," Marek said, his hand gently
slapping Tir’s ass, creating a loud crack. Before Tir could make up his
mind about what he really wanted he found himself over Marek’s knee in a
highly embarrassing position. Tir wriggled, trying to free himself from
the man as he began to spank him like a child.
"So you liked seeing
me on my knees for Drake? His muscular body overpowering my own?" Marek
asked as the blows rained down on the squirming ass under his hand.
"No, please stop," Tir pleaded, tears forming in his eyes not just
from the pain but from the embarrassment of being spanked like a naughty
little boy. With each blow the confusing mix of emotions filled him once
again as he stopped wriggling to concentrate on the flow of sensations
taking hold of his body.
"What the hells are you doing?" yelled a voice from
the door that Tir barely recognized.
Looking over he was
surprised to see Drake, his long braid swinging as he ran over and
promptly punch Marek in his face. Marek stood up, anger apparent in his
blazing eyes as Tir slide from the Baron’s lap and landed on the ground.
Looking up he saw both men staring at each other.
"Look at the
dragons, you conservative moron. Are they upset, is Ebony?" Marek growled
picking the boy up and facing him towards Drake. Marek’s hand slide down
Tir’s chest to his half erect organ that quickly hardened just by Marek’s
touch. "Look Drake."
Tir looked up at the confused, stormy black
eyes and felt the tears begin to fall from his eyes. Not from his recent
punishment but from embarrassment of his warped enjoyment of it. Elbowing
Marek in the stomach he found himself free of the man and quickly ran away from both men, unable to deal with
the look in either man’s face or his own confusing, embarrassing emotions.
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