Page 94 of Scales ’N’ Spells: Volume Two

“Sorry, I don’t have a healer’s touch,” Ravi said to his left shoulder blade.

“You are perfect,” Sora sighed.

“And you are beautiful. Amazing. You steal my breath away,” Ravi replied, each stroke going a little bit deeper to loosen muscles. He pressed a second finger in, and the initial burn increased. “And tight. You feel incredible.”

This all felt wonderful, but Sora needed more. He didn’t want to rush Ravi’s exploration, but the burn had largely disappeared, and Ravi was grazing his prostate, driving him closer to orgasm.

“Ravi, sweetheart. Please.”

“Yes,” Ravi hissed. He didn’t need any additional prodding. He removed his fingers and snatched up the lube again to slather it on his dick.

Sora closed his eyes at the first touch of the blunt head, willing his body to relax. Not the easiest of tasks when he was so damn excited.

Pain returned as Ravi pushed inside ever so carefully. His dragon was treating him as if he were the most precious and fragile treasure. And he was, to Ravi. Sora could see it every time Ravi looked at him, feel it in every touch. He was truly cherished.

“More, please,” Sora moaned.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Ravi murmured. One hand gripped his hip while the other slid up and down his back in the sweetest caress.

“I’ll die if I don’t have all of you now.”

Ravi’s chuckle sounded strained, but he pushed in until he was fully seated, wringing a groan of pleasure out of both of them.

“Holy…fuck…so amazing.”

Sora wanted to say the same, but he was beyond words at that moment. Ravi was inside of him, filling him. Nothing else could ever feel so perfect.

And then he started moving, proving that it could get even more perfect.

Ravi thrust, and Sora shouted. It was like a dam broke. Sounds and broken words poured from his parted lips. The world narrowed down to the point where they were connected, where Ravi’s hand gripped and slid across sweaty skin. Sora’s brain shut off, and he simply wallowed in the overwhelming pleasure coursing through every nerve. He shoved back his building orgasm as best he could. This moment wasn’t allowed to end, ever.

His dragon proved he could shatter Sora completely. Gripping his hips hard, Ravi lifted his hips slightly, changing the angle just enough that the head of his dick hammered against Sora’s prostate, sending bolts of lightning screaming through his body. He swore he could feel the man’s dick swelling inside him, and Sora cried out. He was so close.

“You’re mine. My mage. Always mine,” Ravi snarled, his voice deeper.

Sora moaned as the sense of Ravi expanded. Some part of Sora’s brain swore that if he looked over his shoulder, he’d see both Ravi and his dragon behind him. He’d never known another dragon so closely in tune with his other half, but in that moment, Sora could feel himself being claimed by both Ravi the human and Ravi the dragon.

Sora’s tenuous hold on his orgasm slipped, and the world exploded. The feel of Ravi moving inside him, his words, the teasing friction of the pillow against his dick. It was all too much.

He was vaguely aware of Ravi shouting, as well, and a wonderful heat filling him, but it all felt so distant. Everything was blistering joy and pleasure.

A shiver ran through him from head to toe as he collapsed, limp, on the bed. Ravi carefully pulled free and dropped down beside him.

Sora used what little energy he had left to turn his head and take in his lover’s sweat-streaked face and enormous grin.

“Sounds like…I did…okay,” Ravi panted.

Sora laughed. “Incredible. So incredible that we’re going to do it again and again and again.”

He broke off at the sound of Ravi’s wonderful laugh. He loved it. He wanted that sound to fill his days and nights for the rest of his life.

Leaning close, Ravi pressed a sweet kiss to his lips and then the tip of his nose. “Be right back.”

The wind dragon jumped out of bed and darted for the bathroom, because of course Ravi had energy. Sora would have some soon enough. Right now, he just wanted to bask in the glow.

He closed his eyes and listened to the water turning on and off. The bed shifted near his legs, and Ravi was suddenly cleaning him off with a warm, damp cloth. Sora lifted his head enough to look over his shoulder. He saw Ravi was smiling, but his eyes were worried.

“Are you sure you’re okay? I wasn’t too rough?”