Lord of Marym
A story of a father reconnecting with his son
Young little Salander was his father's favourite, even though he was not heir to the Lordship his father owned. It wasn't Salander who was supposed to rule, and become a just man who can put off his lust against his rights to the people. That boring life would be Armander's, his older brother. Father raised him well and taught him respect and duty. This didn't mean that they knew their father, they barely did. He was a Lord and usually had things to do. Now, however, Armander is officially Lord of Marym. The reason his father abdicated, so they told, was that he wanted to spend more time with his family. Their mother passed away years ago; Salander can't even remember her.
So it came that about two weeks after the abdication father sought to connect with his youngest son. Salander heard a soft knock on the door.
"Yes?" he asked.
"It's me, your father," a low voice replied.
"Do come in."
The door creaked and his father came in. He always remembered his father as a strong dragon, who could do about anything. He wasn't like other fat lords. His father took care of himself. It were his collarbones that reminisced Salander of that.
"Time to have a talk?"
"Sure, father."
"I have so much time now that Armander sits on the Great Chair. I deemed it best if we get to know each other better. You have grown up, my boy." As father said these words, Salander admitted to himself that he can't be mad at his father for not having a lot of contact with his other sons.
"I love you, Salander," he added.
"I... I love you too, father." As the words left his lips, he looked at his father, seeing details of him he has never seen. His father's clothing, made of linnen and leather, decorated with silver, swirled around his body, accentuating his toned muscles and shimmering scales. He could see every little hair in between his fathers facial scales, and then his radiant golden eyes. Suddenly their eyes met and Salander shook his tail, balancing his focus to the conversation again. Father noticed and continued speaking.
"You have grown up so quickly, you're an adult now. I.. I have b-barely had the chance to admire your body growing. Let me see your muscles..." he says getting off his sons leather clothing at his breast. As Salander reveals more of himself, his father loves every look he can make on his sons young body.
"I'm nowhere as muscled and strong as you are, though, father."
"You really think so?" he asks. Surprisingly, he starts to take his own clothing off, revealing his withered but strong pectoral muscles. Salander stares and suddenly gets the urge to feel what he sees. His hand finds his own way up and before he realised it he was stroking his fathers warm and scaled chest. He then realises what he is doing and takes his hand back.
"No, it's all right, Salander." He takes his son's hand and pushes it against his chest, while pushing his other hand on Salanders warm abdomen.
"But, father..." Before he could finish his sentence, his father kissed him and tasted his lips. Salander fell quiet. Shushed by his father's hands, he feels the urge to answer the love he is receiving. Before he knows it, his father is already almost lying over him, tasting his son's tongue. Suddenly, Salanders feels something heavy and hard falling unto his lower abdomen. Then he feels another one.
-To be continued?
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Kisses, Druzokti