Page 97 of Courting the Dragon King

“And you want to try it here?”

Wraith nodded again. “I thought it might be fun having sex in one of these rooms. Elias put the idea in my head. He even gave me some ointment to … smooth the way.” He pulled out the jar.

Konrad laughed. “He did, did he? I have to say, I think Elias is a good influence on you. So how does this aphrodisiac work?”

“Well, there is enough in there for one person. So one of us will drink it. Then the other person can look after them and their … needs.”

Konrad rotated the vial. The pink liquid sloshed inside. “So, when you imagined taking this, how did you see that going? Did you wish to drink this?”

“Only if that’s okay with you. I thought I could drink it and then …” Wraith trailed off. He had fantasies. But putting them into words seemed like a lot.

“I would look after you?” Konrad asked, voice low.

Wraith’s cock, already hard, pulsed. “Yes.”

“Hmmm. Then I suppose you better drink up.” Konrad uncorked the vial. He held it to Wraith’s lips.

Wraith tipped back his head. The thick, sweet, syrupy liquid slid into his mouth and down his throat. He swallowed.

Konrad took the bottle away. “Any idea how long it takes to have an effect?”

“No.” Wraith shook his head.

“We’ll just have to wait and see.” Then Konrad kissed him. He threw the empty vial onto a settee and gripped Wraith’s waist, pulling him close.

Following Konrad’s lead, Wraith tossed the jar of ointment onto the settee as well. Then Wraith slid his hands up into Konrad’s hair, burying them in the short strands.

Their mouths moved. Their tongues entwined. Konrad guided him towards the settee. The backs of Wraith’s legs hit it, and Konrad lowered him down. His hands caressed Wraith’s body, over the robes and corset. For several minutes, they just kissed and touched, hands wandering.

Konrad went to his knees before Wraith. Breath speeding up, Wraith leaned back. Konrad removed Wraith’s silk shoes. Then his hands slid up beneath the fabric of Wraith’s robes, caressing his bare legs. Konrad gripped his drawers and tugged them down, casting them aside.

Wraith’s head felt light. His whole body tingled.

Konrad’s green eyes studied Wraith’s face. “Is it starting to take effect? Your pupils are very large.”

“I think …” Wraith licked his lips. “Yes.” He squirmed. He gasped at the sensation of his robes sliding against his throbbing dick. “I think it might be working.”

Konrad’s hands rested on his thighs. So close but so far from where Wraith wanted them to be.

“Konrad. Please. I need you.” Every touch and sensation felt amplified. Wraith could hear his own heartbeat, pounding in his ears. He yearned. “Konrad, I need you now.”

Konrad smiled, a wicked, hungry smile. Then he lifted Wraith’s robes, and his head disappeared beneath the dark fabric. Wraith spread his legs wide. Warm, hot breath brushed Wraith’s skin. Then a calloused hand wrapped around his dick.

“Konrad!” Wraith cried out. He had no doubt the guards outside the door could hear him, but Wraith did not care.

Soft lips slid down Wraith’s cock. Wraith whimpered.

Konrad’s head bobbed beneath Wraith’s robes. Konrad removed his hand from around the base of Wraith’s dick and took him into his throat.

Wraith threw a hand over his face. He thrust his hips, unable to control or stop himself from shoving his dick into Konrad’s welcoming mouth.

But Konrad didn’t seem to mind. He gripped Wraith’s hips, tugging them and urging Wraith to fuck his throat. Wraith’s feet pressed against the carpet as he pistoned his hips.

“Oh! Konrad. I can’t— I … Please.” With both hands, Wraith gripped Konrad’s head. Moans and half-formed pleas fell from his lips. He squeezed his eyes shut. He felt lost in lust and the desperate need to come.

His toes curled. His legs trembled. He threw back his head, and he thrust his hips once more, spilling his seed. Konrad swallowed around his cock, drinking down Wraith’s cum.

Wraith sagged. Konrad released him from his mouth. He threw the robes back. His hair was a mess, his cheeks flushed and lips swollen.