Teige moved his hand to brush fingers over Viraj’s bobbing throat, swallowing as much as he was forced to take as a familiar scent of brimstone and smoke rose in the air, their dragons so very pleased.
Viraj choked and gulped, splattering cum growing in a puddle tinged with his saliva that grew by the moment. Teige growled. “Oh, fuck yess, Vivi. You swallow us all so well.”
Gatlin knew the coarse words were not only about Teige and himself, but rather Teige, Gatlin, and his dragon, the one whose name sigil meant savage.
And gods alive, it was no hardship to revel in Viraj’s shaking body, still taking every drop of cum that Gatlin had to offer, swallowing more from the other side.
Viraj’s cock erupted, streak after streak of spend hitting his hand and the floor until Gatlin cupped his palm and brought it up beneath their mate to press into the growing swell of his belly.
From the depths within, every kick of Gatlin’s cock increased the pressure, pushed his flesh out, made the surface that much tighter. And it was then that Gatlin’s dragon forced words from his lips. “You are ours, Dette. I will breed you until you bear a clutch larger than any other. You will swell with my seed now and again as I demand, and when you finally bear our eggs, they will be the true treasure in our hoard.”
Teige choked out a noise, and Viraj thrashed between them. Gatlin barely remembered to check for Viraj’s refusal, a knock to the floor, a wave to tell him to stop, but he forced himself to check, and Gatlin was eternally grateful to his dragon to allow that thread of restraint. He thought it stupid, but even his brute of a dragon understood that an unhappy mate was an unresponsive one.
Cum puddled beneath Viraj and his body spasmed, his struggle ebbing as Teige slid his hips back, maintaining his grip on their mate’s hair.
A drizzle of cum splattered to the floor before he coughed, sending a fresh splatter. Gatlin’s knot remained firm, still pulsing weak surges against an intense pressure within. He leaned down and rubbed a hand over Viraj’s full belly, rumbling with delight. “Spill a drop and I’ll have to pin you down and fill you even more.”
Viraj gave a hoarse whimper, the sound wet and gurgled in his throat; each cough he spluttered made his insides clench harder. Gatlinlovedit. His dragonreveredit. Teige, from the hungry look in his eyes, reveled in it. So, when Gatlin finally pulled free of Viraj with a gentle ease that did not befit their breeding, another side to their relationship flourished. The dragons, sated, receded to allow the man his voice.
Viraj held himself up on shaking limbs; his soft cheeks clenched tight.
Gatlin ran a finger down Viraj’s inner thigh, scooping up a trail of leaking seed to bring it to his cinched hole and prodded the finger in, as if he could push it back inside. Wishful thinking. Still, the slick intrusion made Viraj whimper.
“Good boy,” Gatlin rumbled and ran his sticky hands over Viraj’s ass and thighs, up and over his back and to his sides to shake his hips ever so gently. The jostling made his belly slosh audibly, and he choked, clenching up tight. He looked too fucking good on his hands and knees, belly full of cum.
Teige caught Gatlin’s gaze with a heated leer.
Their dragons exchanged words.
Soon.
Ours.
Clutch.
Pups.
Bigger.
The gentle swell of Viraj’s belly wasn’t all that obscene, rather like a Dette ready to lay blanks, maybe a few fertile. Still…
A well-stretched Dette can hold more.Gatlin’s dragon rumbled, and if it was true, he wasn’t certain, but Gatlin wanted it to be so.
“Please,” Viraj said, his entire body trembling. Neither could deny him when that soft whimper sent a shiver down their spines. His dragon within mewled.
“Go.” Gatlin almost purred as Viraj clenched and stood on shaking legs, clothes and hair an absolute fucked-out wreck as he shuffled on pinned legs to their private showers.
Teige caught Gatlin’s attention once more, a heated gaze stretching out before they nodded at one another. They’d give him a few minutes. After all…
“Let’s clean upourmess before we go pester him.” Teige stared at the perfect imprint of Viraj’s slick ass left against the new marble.
Gatlin had a desire to leave the print there as art, but propriety was a thing.
Unfortunately.
Chapter Seven
Viraj
