Page 76 of Theoden
I looked at him and licked my lips again.
“Yes, quite spectacular,” he said, then he leaned forward, kissing me. His tongue slipped into my mouth, demanding I give into him, and I did. I loved the way he kissed, he even rivaled Ara. He broke away and I frowned, as I wasn’t ready to give up the taste of him or the touch of his lips against mine.
He grabbed my cock again, stroking it lightly. “This flesh has definitely been blessed by a god.” He laughed at his comment.
“Are… are dragons… where… ahhhh.” I was so lost in the pleasure of his hand on my cock, I couldn’t form the words I wanted to say.
He looked at me. “Are you curious as to where dragons come from?”
I nodded. “We have always been here. We came before vampires and werewolves. We evolved as humans began to appear on the earth. As the story goes, as it has been passed down from generation to generation, a dragon raped a human woman when he saw her for the first time, and she bore his child, known as a dragon-morta. It is a term seldom used these days, but it means human with dragon. Others did the same, and more dragon-mortas were born.”
“Like me, Sir?” I asked.
“More like me and our King,” he corrected. “I have a human visage, as that is how I was born looking. But once I had my Rite of Passage, I gained all of my dormant dragon powers.”
“If human blood has been in the dragon line for so long, then why am I considered an abomination, Sir?”
“Because of what followed. Those children grew up to mate with more human women and the dragon blood became diluted. Throughout time, those human/dragon children began to hunt the original dragons, killing them all. That is what you are, and why your kind is reviled.”
“But, because a human helped make you, you are not a full-blooded dragon, either, Sir,” I said, catching a certain detail he let slip… or had he.
Tylendel smirked. “Your tone suggests you think you have something over me, let me assure you, child… you do not. Those dragons who can take the full form are elevated over all, because they can become Kings. But your kind, who has but a fraction of our full powers cannot claim to be full-blooded as I can. I was born of a dragon King and the Queen. That is what separates us, how much blood of a dragon flows through our veins.”
Well, that did kind of sting, his truth. I decided to move on, at least his father and King allowed me to take my Rite of Passage and survive.
“Were there many dragons?” I asked, then quaked as my balls began to tighten again.
Tylendel shook his head. “There were only twenty-five. But before they were all destroyed, the remaining six each took several of the female dragon-morta children. They shared their essences with them, giving them power and making them Queens. They then each mated until every queen bore a child, thus thickening the dragon blood in their lines. Offspring from these children are the ones who can fully transform into the dragons of old. But not every child the queen gives birth to is born with the special abilities to become a dragon King.”
I was paying as close attention to his words as I could, but it was getting more difficult for me to concentrate since I was about to release into his hand. My muscles tensed and he continued to stroke me harder and faster.
“Ahhh, I am… cumming!” I cried out.
“Not yet, you are not,” he said, and it was as if he had cursed me. My cock was swollen with the need to spill my seed, but it was as if my climax was held at the brink. My seed dripped from my slit as if it was straining to burst free.
I growled in frustration and glared at Tylendel.
“Oooh, so fierce. I would be intimidated by that look if I were a vampire you were going to execute. But I am not.” He smirked, and then I felt something shoot through me and I screamed. The pleasure was so intense, I couldn’t describe it if I tried. I thrashed against the chains and grunted as my cock ached to let loose all that was inside of me.
“Please… please!!! Please let me cum!” I begged Tylendel. I knew he was doing something to me. Making me feel such sexual bliss only to keep me on the precipice of release.
“Let me get back to my story. Now, pay attention,” Tylendel said, completely ignoring my pleas. He held me on that edge, keeping me suspended as he sent wave after wave of pleasure coursing through me so intense, I began to cry.
“Please…” I begged once more.
“You were the one who decided to ask the question at this time. I was kind enough to give you the answers you seek. Now, as I’ve said, pay attention,” Tylendel said, then continued. “All dragons come from the females the Queens gave birth to who are thousands of years old. The Queens are highly protected and revered. Kings change, they do not. If unfortunately, a Queen does die, one of her daughters, a princess who has the ability to take her mother’s place, will become the new Queen. So far as I know, that has only happened once.”
“I—I… please,” I begged again. My face was soaked with my tears and sweat, my chin wet with my drool. I was desperate to release the pent-up seed in my aching balls.
“Now you know how dragons were born,” Tylendel said, then he removed his hand and all the pleasure I had been feeling disappeared, leaving me gasping. The first emotion I felt was disappointment, then anger. How dare he treat me this way only to deny me the pleasure of a climax.
“Anger, that is impressive for one so young. I could crush you without giving it much effort, and yet, you are fearless.” Tylendel poured himself a cup of wine, then laid across his bed. “We have hours ahead of us, dear boy. You will not be put to rest when the sun rises, so prepare yourself.”
I had already felt like hours had passed while he tortured me with sexual bliss. Just what in the hell did he have in store for me?
“How old are you, Sir?” I asked, because I really wanted to know. It also helped take my mind off of the pleasure he was denying me.
“Older than you think and most certainly older than I look.” He took a sip of his wine, then smiled. “Cum.”
