Page 33 of Courting the Dragon King

Konrad shoved a cushion beneath him. The bed shifted. Konrad moved in behind him, his legs pressing against Wraith’s inner thighs. Something bigger and blunter than a finger pressed against his entrance.

Wraith dug his fingers into the sheets. The pressure against his rim increased. The head popped inside him. He gasped.

Konrad’s hand slid up Wraith’s spine. Konrad held completely still, just the tip inside Wraith. “Fuck,” he groaned. For several moments, he didn’t move. Then he slowly began to push forward.

Wraith’s mouth hung open as Konrad stretched his hole wide with his dick. It felt like it just kept going and going, filling him up and stretching him wide. But finally, Konrad stopped, buried completely inside Wraith.

“You’re so tight,” Konrad said. “You feel so incredible.” His hands gripped Wraith’s arse cheeks and squeezed. “Are you okay?”

Wraith nodded. “Yes.”

“Can I move?”

Wraith nodded again.

Konrad began a slow rhythm, dick sliding out, before thrusting forward. He did it over and over, and slowly Wraith’s body got used to the motion. He moaned and angled his hips. Konrad hit that spot inside him again, and Wraith cried out.

His cock rubbed against the cushion. Slowly, Konrad began to increase his thrusts, shoving into Wraith faster.

Grunting, Konrad repeatedly struck that magic spot inside Wraith. His hands on Wraith’s hips tightened as he pistoned his hips, shoving his hard dick into Wraith’s hole over and over. Konrad growled as he thrust.

Wraith whimpered. This was nothing like fucking a ghost. It was so much more. Wraith reached down, shoving his hand between his body and the cushion. He wrapped his fingers around his own length and stroked.

His balls tingled. Heat swam in his veins, and his muscles tensed. Konrad’s balls slapped against him. The smell of arousal, sweat, and musk floated in the air.

Wraith’s muscles tightened as his orgasm approached. He shouted, his pleasure peaking. His dick jerked in his hand, and he came. Pulse after pulse of spend shot from his cock.

Konrad’s hands on Wraith’s hips tightened. He thrust forward, burying himself deep inside Wraith as he filled Wraith with hot cum.

After a moment, Konrad withdrew. Wraith lay on his back, shoving the soiled cushion aside. He stared up at the ceiling as he took deep breaths. Konrad rose. His footsteps moved around the room. Then Konrad returned and handed Wraith a damp cloth.

“Thank you.” Wraith used the cloth to clean himself.

Then Konrad handed him a glass of water. “Here.”

Wraith drank, surprised at the simple gesture. It seemed that even though Konrad could be harsh, he still had some kindness in him and was willing to extend it to the husband he despised. Konrad took the empty glass from Wraith and moved around once again.

Wraith lay in bed, his body heavy and sated. He’d leave in a second. Then he’d return to his room and leave Konrad in peace. They’d done their duty and consummated the marriage. There was nothing left for them to do. He had no reason to remain.

He yawned and closed his eyes, just wanting to rest them for half a second. Then he’d leave.

Wraith’s eyes snapped open. The candles and lanterns had been put out. The room was dark. But something had woken Wraith.

“The bloodline is weakening,” a hoarse voice muttered in the shadows. “The bloodline is damaged. The bloodline is failing. It must be saved. I cannot have a weak bloodline.”

Chapter

Eighteen

“Imust save it. I must ensure the bloodline prevails and the kingdom remains strong and unbreakable,” the voice said.

This was not the first time a ghost had woken Wraith. He could not see the figure in the darkness, but he’d bet it was the dead dragon king.

Wraith turned to his right. He couldn’t see, but Konrad’s steady, deep breathing alerted Wraith to his presence. His skin prickled with mortification. He’d fallen asleep when he shouldn’t have.

It would have been polite for him just to leave rather than impose his detestable presence on Konrad. Especially because Konrad had shown him kindness when he did not need to. Part of him was actually surprised that Konrad had not woken him to kick him out.

Wraith touched the blanket on top of him, stroking the soft fabric. Konrad must have covered him. That probably meant that Konrad was not too annoyed with him for falling asleep instead of leaving. At least Wraith hoped that to be the case.