Page 64 of Courting the Dragon King

Wraith stepped into the bath and settled between Konrad’s legs. Konrad’s stiff prick pressed against his arse. Wraith shifted his hips, and Konrad moaned.

After a second, Konrad reached over the side of the tub. He grabbed a bottle of something and a washcloth. He poured the contents of the bottle on the cloth. A sweet-smelling scent with floral notes filled the air.

“Let me wash you.” Konrad wiped the washcloth over Wraith’s chest.

Wraith sighed. He tilted his head back, resting it on Konrad’s shoulder.

Konrad nipped at his jaw. “You really are lovely.” The cloth moved down beneath the water, washing his stomach. Wraith’s muscles tensed. Konrad’s other hand wandered, stroking Wraith’s pecs. “Every inch of you is stunning.” He pinched Wraith’s nipple.

Wraith cried out, back arching. He gripped Konrad’s thighs.

“And you are so responsive.” Fingers scraped along the skin of Wraith’s chest whilst Konrad’s other hand moved lower still, diving further beneath the water. The cloth slid, straight past Wraith’s dick. It moved to his thighs and then down to his balls, massaging them.

Wraith whimpered.

“And you smell so good. So intoxicating.” Konrad pressed a kiss to the side of his neck. His cock bumped and rubbed against Wraith’s arse. Wraith wiggled his hips, and Konrad’s cock moved between his arse cheeks, sliding between them.

The cloth moved up and wrapped around Wraith’s dick. Konrad squeezed.

“Ah!” Wraith cried out.

Konrad discarded the cloth, letting it float in the water. His hand circled Wraith’s prick and stroked. Wraith thrust his hips into the tight grip.

“You like that?” Konrad growled. “You like me stroking your cock?”

Wraith nodded as Konrad continued to work him. Words were beyond him. But he could manage the sounds of pleasure that kept falling from his lips.

“Dragon gods. The noises you make. They drive me wild. I could come just listening to you.” Konrad pressed kisses to the side of Wraith’s face. Then his tongue circled his ear. He nibbled on the lobe.

Wraith’s toes curled in the water as the pleasure built. Konrad’s grip of Wraith’s cock tightened. Water spilled over the side of the tub as Wraith thrust into Konrad’s fist. All the while, Konrad rocked his hips, rubbing his rigid dick between Wraith’s arse cheeks.

Whilst Konrad continued to stroke him, he reached down with his other hand and fondled Wraith’s balls, tugging on them gently. Wraith closed his eyes, lost in bliss.

“I want to fuck you again.” Konrad’s warm breath brushed Wraith’s ear.

Wraith shivered.

“I need to feel your tight heat gripping my dick. I need to spill my seed inside you. May I?”

“Yes!” Wraith cried out, pushing back against Konrad’s cock. He wanted Konrad filling him and coming inside him.

Konrad’s hand released Wraith’s prick. He gripped Wraith’s hips, urging him up. Water splashed, and Wraith gripped the sides of the bathtub as he lifted. His arse and dick hovered above the water. Konrad tugged Wraith’s arse cheeks apart.

Something warm swiped between his cheeks. Wraith yelped. Konrad’s tongue swirled around his entrance.

Wraith panted, fingers trembling against the bathtub. Konrad’s tongue teased his rim, swiping up and down, before pressing firmly against him. The tip slid inside.

Wraith shouted. He hadn’t known this was possible.

The tongue retreated, and Konrad reached for something by the tub. Wraith heard bottles and jars being knocked around. Then, a second later, a slippery finger pressed against Wraith’s entrance. It plunged inside.

“Gods. You’re so tight.” Konrad’s finger pressed deep and wiggled.

Wraith panted. He hung his head.

A second finger joined the first. They pushed deep. Konrad scissored them apart. “I can’t wait to be inside you. I’m so hard for you.” Suddenly his fingers disappeared, leaving Wraith gaping and empty.

“Hurry,” Wraith begged as Konrad fumbled beside the bath once more.