“Oh fuck,” Pollux panted, his cock twitching wildly. “Oh, gods, fuck, Adrissu, fuck, it’s so—it’s so much.” His cries melted into wordless sounds as Adrissu pulled back just a tiny bit, then pushed back in just as slowly—but this seemed to be more than enough for the elf, overstimulated and desperate as he was. He clenched hard around Adrissu’s hand, and his spent cock twitched and leaked a few meager drops of come that dripped down his length and mixed with the copious slick coating the rest of him.
“Tell me if you want me to stop,” Adrissu murmured, but Pollux shook his head vehemently.
“Don’t stop,” he choked out. “Don’t stop, Adrissu, it feels so good.”
Adrissu smirked. “If that’s what you want...”
“Please,” he repeated, and Adrissu began to move in earnest this time. Pollux wailed, shuddering against him, eyes rolling back in pleasure. He was slick and wet and impossibly tight around Adrissu; yet his hole stretched so easily around the widest part of his hand that for a little while, Adrissu entertained the idea that he might even be able to take the first few inches of his cock as a dragon. The thought reinvigorated him, but he was much more interested in seeing how far he could push Pollux’s limits now to want to do anything else.
Pollux never stopped making noise, his voice becoming hoarse as he moaned and sobbed and gasped. He came a second time without even needing to touch his cock; but when it had been several minutes without another orgasm, Adrissu very gently reached with his free hand to lightly stroke Pollux’s cock, making his mate shudder and gasp as he came unexpectedly.
“Don’t stop,” he begged, even though he already looked absolutely wrecked. “Gods, just like this, don’t stop.”
And so Adrissu continued, pulling his hand out to his fingertips, then pushing it back in up to his wrist at an even pace, stroking Pollux’s cock at the same speed. The elf was mindless with pleasure, begging to come again immediately after his orgasm tore through him, but it was easy to oblige. His face was streaked with tears and his body stained with come and slick, but still he urged Adrissu to keep going.
Adrissu’s wrist was sore, and his cock painfully hard, by the time Pollux’s wild sounds of pleasure were punctuated by a pained groan—one hand coming up to the muscles of his abdomen, a telltale sign he was reaching his limit.
“Think you’ll ever want my cock again after this?” Adrissu teased, slowing the movements of his hand. Tired as he was, Pollux nodded weakly, his eyes flickering between where the hand disappeared inside him and Adrissu’s cock.
“Yes,” he croaked. “But I—I think I’m almost done.”
“Will you come one last time around my cock for me?” Adrissu murmured, pulling back. Pollux moaned as the thickest part of his hand stretched him wide and slipped out of him, then nodded.
“Want your come,” he mumbled, as Adrissu fully withdrew, using the slick dripping from his fingers to coat his cock. “Want it inside me.”
“I know you do, greedy boy. You’re going to get it,” Adrissu assured him, positioning himself between his spread legs. First, he leaned down to kiss Pollux deeply. The elf had submitted to him entirely—every trace of his cold, defiant facade long gone—and his mouth opened easily against Adrissu’s tongue. Pollux raised his arms to wrap them around Adrissu’s torso, filling his chest with tender warmth—as intense as it all had been, he still wanted the comfort of Adrissu’s embrace.
“I love you,” he murmured against Pollux’s skin when he broke their kiss. “More than anything in this world.”
“I love you,” Pollux echoed softly, gasping as Adrissu pushed his cock inside, sliding in with no resistance at all. “I love you.”
“I know you do,” Adrissu panted as he began to set a quick pace, knowing Pollux was at his limit. He wouldn’t last, not with how long his cock had gone untended. “So good—so good for me, you did so well, taking every last bit of me...”
Pollux nodded, moaning with each breath—this too was a constant with his mate, how readily he responded to Adrissu’s praise.
“I’m going to come inside you,” Adrissu groaned, and Pollux groaned in response, his hole twitching around Adrissu’s length. “Ready for me?”
“Please,” Pollux murmured, exhaustion tinging his voice. But he rocked his hips in answer to each of Adrissu’s thrusts, his spent cock still hard where it was trapped between them. “Want to—to feel you.”
Adrissu nodded, moaning wordlessly as he chased his orgasm, driving himself into the warm depths of his mate until all the heat building up inside him released with a burst of pleasure, which raced through his body and left him shuddering and gasping. Pollux cried out in response, his cock twitching as he came one last time, his voice broken in half-pain and half-pleasure.
Utterly exhausted, Adrissu remained exactly where he was for a long while, until his cock had softened and slipped out of its own accord. His breathing slowed, and his heart began to beat normally. Beneath him, Pollux’s eyes were closed, his lashes damp and sticking together, but they flicked back open as Adrissu extricated himself and stood.
“Stay there,” he said hoarsely, and Pollux nodded, unmoving. “I’ll get you cleaned up.”
What they really needed was a long bath now, but it would have to wait. Adrissu managed to get them mostly wiped clean and coaxed Pollux into drinking a bit of water, downing what he didn’t drink. Exhaustion overtook him, and he slept with his mate curled up in his arms.
The intensity of what they had done seemed to satisfy the rest of Pollux’s heat. He woke the next morning tired, but without the single-minded need for Adrissu to be inside him. They ate and bathed, and Pollux murmured he should get back to work; but Adrissu forced him to stay home and rest. Pollux protested only once, but afterwards he seemed quite pleased to have Adrissu taking care of him.
Adrissu wasn’t sure if he would ever understand why Pollux seemed to push him away and pull him closer all in the same breath, but he was glad to have his mate all to himself for a day. When Pollux went back to his workshop the next day, he was more cheerful and affectionate with Adrissu than he had been before, and Adrissu was loath to let him leave when he was in such a good mood. But he still seemed happy and content over the next several days, so Adrissu made a mental note that when Pollux was being particularly prickly, the problem could likely be solved by fucking him with his fist again.
This delayed the production of the weapon about a week, but still Pollux managed to get the first prototype to Willow exactly when he had promised. He became a little more withdrawn after he’d handed it over, but if he regretted what he had done now that the weapon was in the world, Adrissu could only guess. He had learned soon enough that Pollux would only share his emotions with him if and when he wanted to, so Adrissu wouldn’t ask him directly. And Adrissu’s plan to improve his mood did work, though not quite as well as it had during his heat—not that Pollux complained.
By the time a year had passed, he created all five weapons and handed them over to the Elafaer family. Pollux reported that they had been given only to those directly responsible for the protection of Willow and the family patriarch. That was a small comfort, though Adrissu hadn’t even realized that he’d been nervous about it. He knew the weapons were scaled down, designed to harm mortals and not him, but some part of his primal brain must have still been shaken by the very existence of such a threatening piece of work.
It was around this time that a reply appeared from Naydruun on their shared parchment—Adrissu was unsure how long it had been there when he spotted it, but the message was not exactly confidence-inspiring.
Thank you for the notice. It also seems to me nothing more can be done. I will alert others so we can spread the message that humans should be avoided as much as possible going forward. The weapon will only continue to spread over time. We will do our best to be prepared.
