Page 59 of The Wrath of Ashes
So, when a blast of sweetness exploded over Rath’s tongue with no announcement, he gave a heated chuckle, bobbing ever so gently to work an apologetic Asha down, drawing him into delicious complacency. He swallowed, relishing the taste, the finest honey and splash of salt like his skin. “It’s customary to warn a partner before you spill.”
“J-Jeron didn’t tell me to…” Asha’s broken whisper of a voice drew Rath away from his groin, rising along his body to cage him in with tense arms. “I’m sorry I—don’t know what I’m doing.”
“That’s okay. Tell me when you’re at your limit. I can pull back and build your pleasure.” Rath traced pointed claw tips along Asha’s cheek before making a show of twisting his hand in view. With a simple gesture, Rath’s claw tips rescinded, blunt fingertips in their place. Asha stared in wonder until Rath licked two fingers in a gentle display and reached low, palming his mate’s groin. With a tremble of sensitive desire, Rath sought out Asha’s crease, sliding back to circle his hole—finding it clenched tight. “Relax.”
Asha choked on a breath and spread his legs, his hole twitching against Rath’s gentle pressure for long seconds until those two digits slipped in, discovering a dam of pent-up slick that coated his fingers. Rath circled the pads of his fingers, searching out Asha’s spot as he relished the natural lubricant. If anything, Rath knew it was Asha’s designation was meant to be bearer. Not that there was any doubt beforehand. His nature and color were too obvious.
In moments, gentle strokes of his fingers settled into a pace that had Asha’s face flaming red with embarrassment and blood flow. Lewd, slick noises, presumably the cause of his shame, heralded pitiable whimpers of pleasure, each one opening him a little more. “Taking a dragon is no small feat, but you can do it, my mate. You are made for a dragon.”
Asha only mewled in response, gasping when Rath withdrew his fingers and coated his cock in the ample slick coating his digits.
His thick, flared head glistened pink at the tip, the scales there so much finer and slick when his sheath pulled back. And Asha, in his pleasured stupor, froze when Rath braced himself. “Please.”
Rath leaned down to kiss his lips with a mere brush of skin to skin. “Relax. Deep breath, and let me in. I’m going to fill you.”
The wounded whimper that escaped Asha’s mouth had Rath’s leaking cock pulsing with arousal. Not even as a new adult upon his first bedmate did Rath feel such lack of control. With a gentle glide of his hand, he pointed his cock toward Asha’s heat, tilted his hips forward, and pushed.
Rath’s mate’s eyes flew wide, his entire body tensing up with sheer surprise at the first breech. Pressure increased, his voice choked out, and the flared head popped just beyond Asha’s tight ring. “Haa! Fuck. Ba—Rath! Rath.”
As Asha’s stumble endeared Rath’s nature, he couldn’t be bothered to punish him just yet. This wasn’t the time to train his mate. It was the time to learn. Still. He growled, lips pressed into Asha’s, “Only. My. Name.”
“Rath,” Asha whimpered.
“Rath, what?” Rath punctuated his words with a nip to Asha’s lower lip and a nudge of his cock deeper.
“Fuck me! Bury yourself in me. Make me so full. I need you.” Tears welled in Asha’s eyes as he angled his hips and flung his legs around Rath’s hips unexpectedly. With a wrenching gesture of his tail, he latched onto Rath’s thigh and pulled him flush with a searing, tight glide of velvety pleasure.
Rath, thrown off-kilter, cried out, hissing through teeth that sharpened unintentionally. Every muscle in his body tensed. His loins burned, and balls ached to release. The rising sense of need and instinct slammed against his personal barriers.Breed him!Rath’s instincts roared in his mind, obscuring everything for a blinding few seconds as he slammed his hips back in heated retaliation. “Easy. I’m… I can’t—you’re too much, Asha. You taunt the beast in me.”
“You are the beast. And I have my own.” Asha angled his hips and tightened his tail with a skill he had no right to have so soon. But when Rath stared into his watering eyes, there was nomore simpering shame or uncertainty. Asha had given himself to his nature. “Breed me.”
Those last two words were all it took. Rath braced himself, planting clawed fingertips into the cushions above his shoulders. His wrists acted as a barrier to keep from fucking Asha across the room, their solid meat slapping into his forearms with every thrust of his hips. No words came from his lips, no moans of pleasure. In the maddened, possessive state he was in, Rath could only fuck. He had to drive his seed deep. Lock it in.
Asha reached around Rath’s back, drawing sharp nails across his tough scales, the rasp and sting of it enough to start a burning urgency at the bottom of his spine.
Rath wasn’t certain when Asha’s cute whimpers and needy moans turned into snarls of harsh breath sawing out of him, but it suited him. Sweat traced his cheeks and neck, hair stringy around his face as sharpening teeth displayed proudly. Inside Asha was the dragon he’d always meant to be and he embraced it. And Rath needed to reward him for it—with his progeny.
Rath roared, the sound filling the room and entwining with Asha’s own as they locked together. Rath’s knot inflated, stretching Asha’s tender entrance until he could move no more. Hot cum boiled deep within his sac, gushed along his tract until the first volley pumped its way into Asha’s heated core. “Take it. Take me. I’ll fill you deeper than any male. I’ll make you mine. My mark will lay in your belly, and if it doesn’t take, I’ll throw you down beneath every full moon until the fates say it so.”
Asha’s thighs tightened, body bowed off the cushions and cried out until he could bring one hand between them and stroke his rigid length. A mere flutter of movement had sweet, sticky cum plastering their bellies. The warm liquid slick between them added to the sensation, another tactile point of contact that drove Rath to new heights.
Knotting was only the beginning, after all.
Rath slammed his hips to work the knot deeper.Breeding frenzy, that was what his tutor had called it. The shameful few months of education he received before being allowed to select his first bedservant had cemented certain things in his mind. The older bedservant that hadbroken him in, so to speak, had been very conscientious in his education. It made little sense until Asha’s snarl of bliss broke into a hissing pant, his inner walls spasming in a different kind of orgasm.
For his part, Rath couldn’t stop, though. With thoughtless force, he wrenched Asha’s legs from his hips, pressed them back to splay his legs so wide open that in any other scenario, it might have hurt. Spreading his pelvis like that, letting his spent cock plump once more had Rath incensed as he worked the barest inch deeper that the position afforded him. Because, once a dragon started, they did not stop.
“More, my love?” Rath’s tail pried at Asha’s, loosening his hold as his hips hammered. He’d wanted it to be sweet and sacred. Their lovemaking for the first time should have been a peaceful union, but Asha had the moon on his side, and Rath hadn’t fulfilled himself in far too long. He’d not touched Jeron since his mind had touched Asha’s. He’d not even been able to stroke himself off to any fulfilling capacity. But, locked into Asha’s prone form, screwing him into their nest, he spilled every drop he had and then some, pumping his hips furiously, flesh slapping flesh with bruising force.
In Asha’s delirium, he prayed, words choked between harsh cries of pleasure, and to Rath’s immense satisfaction, instead of Baltheir’s name, blessings unto him—it was to Rath. Rath would settle his spirit, bring him fortune and love. Rath would hold his hand by rough waters and bless his union with life.
So, in the wee hours of the morning, when Rath spilled into him for the last time he was able, Asha’s body did something so beautiful. He rolled with Rath to ride him. They’d been lockedfor hours, but Asha still wanted, and Rath still had the urge to give. When he tossed his sweat-stringed hair back and lifted his chin, elegant neck on full pale display, a shift in his colors caught Rath’s eye.Metachrosis.His white scales sheened with a rainbow flushed a pale and beautiful lavender, a ripple of creamy orange in its place. Inside, his body opened for Rath, sucking him in, easing the pressure while simultaneously milking him for the last of his seed.
As if his job were done, Rath’s cock softened and slid free as Asha’s chest heaved, pert nipples kinked into the tightest nubs. He wondered if Asha would make milk for his young—it was a hit or miss with Ashen male bearers. Dragonlings could subsist on blood for a time. Rath couldn’t resist reaching up to trace his fingers over them. Asha, understandably, shuddered and hissed, head flopping down to his chest as he laughed. “And now you worship me?”
“I do.” Rath reached up to tilt Asha’s chin, catching his pale eyes slitted with his dragon’s wonder. “I lay with you and look up to you. I give you my all and beg your blessings. I need you and kiss your feet. What is holy but you, and what is profane but the distance between us?”
Asha’s shoulders shook in what could have easily been a sob as much as a laugh. He lifted one hand and pushed stringy locks from his face, and the dichotomy of expressions on his face made Rath pause. His eyes held tears, but his lips held a smile. “Finally.”
