Page 37 of Courting the Dragon King

Soft sounds escaped Wraith as they kissed unhurriedly. Konrad slipped his tongue into Wraith’s mouth. Wraith’s arms around his neck tightened. After a moment’s hesitation, Wraith’s tongue moved against Konrad’s.

He let Konrad lead completely. Konrad could not tell if this was a preference of Wraith’s or if he was as inexperienced as Konrad suspected. Either way, Wraith seemed to be enjoying this as much as Konrad.

Beneath the sheets, their naked bodies pressed together. Konrad slid his hand down the curve of Wraith’s back. He squeezed a plump arse cheek. Wraith wiggled closer. His cock pressed against Konrad’s thigh, and it was as hard as Konrad’s.

Konrad shoved a hand between them. He wrapped it around Wraith’s length and stroked. Wraith broke the kiss with a cry. His eyes widened as Konrad’s hand slid up and down his prick.

“Does that feel good?” Konrad asked.

“Yes.” Wraith closed his eyes and tucked his head into Konrad’s neck. He rocked his hips and whimpered.

Konrad smiled and pressed kisses to his hair. Wraith’s fingers spasmed against Konrad’s back as Konrad tightened his grip on Wraith’s dick.

Wraith’s moans grew louder. Pre-cum spilled, and Konrad stroked Wraith with greater ease.

With one smooth motion, Konrad rolled Wraith onto his back and slid down his body. Chest heaving, Wraith opened his eyes and watched. Konrad nuzzled the skin where groin met stomach. He inhaled Wraith’s musky scent.

Then he wrapped his hand around the base of Wraith’s throbbing dick and leaned forward. He took the tip of Wraith’s cock into his mouth. He ran his tongue around and around the swollen head. He tongued the slit. The salty taste of Wraith’s pre-cum filled his mouth. He sucked harder.

Wraith shouted, and his hands gripped the sheets as Konrad took more and more of his length into his mouth.

“Oh!” Wraith cried out. “Gods of the beyond!”

Konrad’s cheeks hollowed. He bobbed his head up and down. He placed a hand on Wraith’s thigh and felt the muscle trembling. Konrad rocked his hips against the bed, giving his own dick some desperately needed friction.

Wraith collapsed back, tugging at the sheets, yanking them. Meanwhile, Konrad reached down and stroked himself as he continued to watch Wraith lost in his pleasure. He was so open and so desperate. It was intoxicating.

Konrad bobbed his head faster, sucked harder, and tightened his grip as he stroked himself. He felt the bliss coiling tightly in his gut.

Wraith cried out. He thrust his hips. One of his legs kicked out as if the pleasure was all too much for him. He shouted. Hot spend filled Konrad’s mouth.

Konrad greedily swallowed every drop down. He released Wraith’s dick and knelt on the bed, stroking his own prick. Wraith blinked up at him, then his gaze fixed on Konrad’s dick.

He reached out tentatively. His hand wrapped around Konrad’s as he stroked. Almost immediately, Konrad came. His orgasm tore through him as his spend splattered across Wraith’s thighs, stomach, and cock.

Wraith dropped his hand.

After a second, Konrad stumbled to his feet. He grabbed two washcloths. He’d need to ask the servants to bring more. Then he dunked them in the fresh water in the basin on the dresser. He went back to the bed and handed one to Wraith.

“How was that for you?” Konrad sat on the bed and cleaned himself.

“Good.” Wraith wiped the cloth over his stomach and cock. Then he huffed. “Sex is much better with the living.”

Konrad froze. “What do you mean?”

Wraith’s hand stilled. His eyes widened, as if he had just realised what he’d said. “I mean … well … I⁠—”

Konrad rose and took a step away from the bed, and more importantly, from Wraith. “You’ve had sex with the dead?” He couldn’t keep the disgust from his voice. Not that he tried. “What do you do, bring them back and compel them to fuck you?”

Images of skeletons, reanimated corpses, and dread knights filled his mind. What sort of corrupted individual would fuck one? Just the thought made Konrad want to vomit.

Wraith sat up. “No! Nothing like that. But sometimes ghosts⁠—”

“That’s repulsive. Revolting,” Konrad spat.

Wraith’s mouth snapped shut. His face shuttered. He dropped his gaze. He squeezed the cloth in his hands. Water dripped from it onto his thighs, but he didn’t bother to wipe it away.

If Konrad weren’t so horrified, he might feel bad for what he’d said and Wraith’s response. But he didn’t.