Then we fly to him and carry him home.Teige sat back in peace and inhaled deeply, relishing the scent his dragon followed as Gatlin twirled midair and set his nose in direction of a hillside, the face of it not tall enough to be a mountain but enough for a dragon to claim.
From memory, they landed, shuffling their large forms in one by one into the cavern to follow the winding paths to a usually blocked-off tunnel that curved and led into a less stable tunnel system meant only for Viraj’smoments. And the moments more when his mates came to his side, when he needn’t be alone any longer.
Teige’s dragon mewled, the tone echoing and low in his throat. There wasn’t a word for the trill, only the desperation of submissive want for his mate. Gatlin echoed the call, a chastened thing pleading for their mate to come back. Despite their dominance in fornication, their relationship was rather equal, if not pandering to Viraj. Their dragons sought his approval,as a good Drake should have sought a Dette’s choice. A Dette’s approval.
“Boys?” Viraj’s soft voice, human form weak and breathy, echoed in the dark as Teige’s eyes adjusted.
Their mate lay on a span of blankets he’d brought into the space over time, the smell less than fresh, but not unclean. Their servants saw to the periodic airing out and washing of them, which kept their mate’s scent strong above all.
We come to claim.Gatlin’s purr rumbled through the room, not a Dette’s purr but a rumble of delight.
We have made a nest for you. Show us your approval.Teige’s dragon practically sat up and begged as he focused in on their mate lying prone amid the blankets, his scent as alluring as anything. Teige couldn’t help but approach and sniff lightly, nuzzling along his side.
Viraj rolled onto his back and lavished in Teige’s gentle nuzzles, humming as his shirt rucked up his toned belly. The soft flesh slicked along a quick dart of Teige’s tongue where salt and sweetness coated his taste buds. Pure perfume engulfed his senses, all sweet and alluring, having an undertone with masculine musk that sent a bolt of desire rocketing through him. Familiar, but a thousand times stronger.
“I already told you I loved your nest. It’s beautiful.” Viraj’s arrogant tone didn’t give Teige any reassurance.
Why will our mate not stay in our nest? You shouldn’t spend your heat in this hole.The way Teige’s dragon referred to Viraj’s personal little nest curled in his tone, the dragon snarling at the end.
“My nest doesn’t need treasure or fine stones! It’s not for that. It’s mine. Nobody made this for me.” Viraj rolled over, turning away from Teige as Gatlin approached, sniffing and pawing at the blankets, then Viraj in turn, his tail swishingexcitedly. “It wasn’t made to impress you two. It was made to comfortme.”
Gatlin cowered lightly.
We will comfort you more in our nest for you.
“Or you’ll comfort me here and I’ll decideifI want to go to your nest. Doesn’t matter how many shinies you try to impress me with, if I’m unhappy. I don’t exist to tickle your fancies.” Viraj grumbled as he rested his long, slender fingers rested over his groin. “Can barely tickle my own.”
I could tickle.Teige nosed against Viraj until he lay on his back, hands reaching up to cradle the dragon’s jawline. His tongue, pointed and strong, slithered free and nudged Viraj’s side, digging just under his ribs until he earned a stifled laugh.
“You know what I mean, brute.” Viraj huffed and shrugged Teige away, only to be met with another tongue, Gatlin nuzzling under his arm to tickle there. “Ah!”
Teige took the opportunity to nuzzle his bare feet, snorting hot air before tugging his loose pants free, multiplying the delicious scent.If you will not come to our nest, we shall appreciate yours. It is comfortable and dark. You deserve many gems and shinies. But a Dette is the best treasure a nest could hold.
Most beautiful treasure. Glorious treasure,Gatlin echoed as he nipped buttons on the front of Viraj’s loosely fastened shirt and tugged the thin material away to expose his firm, slender chest.
It had to be imposing, two lustful dragons hovering over such an amorous Dette. Teige’s dragon grudgingly recognized it and surrendered to the human, letting him shift, his bare body coming to rest on all fours before crawling over to cage his mate in. “Gatlin, don’t hover. Kiss our mate stupid while I make him come everywhere.”
Gatlin shifted in a heartbeat, his glorious green scales constricting, browning, swirling over flesh until it spread, letting freckled flesh spread over his pale form. Under his thick mane of hair, long lashes flitted; eyes like emeralds gilded in gold peeked up, hazel beauties that made Teige fall in love every time he saw them. “Stoor A stór.”Stoor, my treasure.
“Mo ghrá,” Gatlin purred before glancing back to Viraj, leaning in for a kiss as he chuckled. “And I cannot forget about you, Séad.”My love. Precious gem.
Viraj melted into a kiss, his body ripe for the taking, distracted into submission as Teige crawled over and straddled Viraj’s hips.
The heated presence there made Viraj reach to cover his cock with a protective hand, but he let it be brushed away with minimal protest.Ignore it. It’s too small to fuss over.Teige could imagine Viraj’s self-conscious words.
He had plenty. After all, females had far less to work with, and their male partners seemed satisfied. Usually. He guessed… Still. Teige lined his cock up with Viraj’s, the slick heads of their members touching, leaking against one another with a gentle rub.
Teige fisted them together, letting the tips of their cocks peek just from the ring of his fingers, tucking his pinkie and forefinger to give the illusion of sameness, to let Viraj have that sense of equality. Teige had learned Viraj’s nervous glances always paused when he did that, focusing in on his short strokes, tips leaking there. With gentle nudges of his hips, Teige’s balls meshed against Viraj’s, giving delicious pressure and comfort.
A muffled moan escaped Viraj’s lips, swallowed by Gatlin’s fierce kisses, the noise sharpened by a paw of a hand reaching out to pinch and roll one of Viraj’s dark nipples. So, when Gatlin pulled away, letting Viraj see Teige’s work, both their eyes flared. Gatlin’s sparkling hazel and Viraj’s burning gold.
“Mnf!” Viraj pulled his face from Gatlin’s hips, rising to grind himself against Teige. “No! Stop. Don’t stop. I mean…”
Teige pulled away, raising his hands as he inched back on his knees, and Gatlin pulled away.
“No! Just…” Viraj snarled and sat up, bringing with him a wave of that heady scent. “I need to be fucked. Please.”
“Here or home?” Teige palmed his erection and pinned it up against himself with a slow rub.
