Sweet Release
Kaisius lay draped across the bed. He held his head inclined with an idle arm. The warmth of the fire flushed the room. He hid his lower half under silks sheets but let his carved torso, his valley of abs and sculpted chest, lay public for the chamber's sole proprietor to see. There were rose petals scattered around him. Fragrant incense wafted from smoldering snap-sticks placed upon the mantle above the fire. His eyes burned their solar flare, so captivatingly orange, a contained, crystal wildfire. With his free hand he drank lazily from a goblet of wine. He posed like an ancient honor of glorious Gods. He was astounding.
Airius was frozen. He'd entered the room, tired from court hecklers and the endless business of the senate, to encounter his dragon propped in bed like a gift from the High Gods. His breath had stole from his throat, he had stopped at the portal, the doorway of his chambers, and stared.
Kaisius' horns glowed against the carved gold inlaid upon them. The bejewelled collar held loosely around his throat glittered in the candle and firelight. His chest rose as powerful lungs drank in air, then slimmed as he slowly, in a tantalizing display, let it free. His obsidian scales were that of water under moonlight, slick and reflecting. Never once had his eyes strayed from Airius, their smoldering, otherworldly glow urging him forward.
"This is...unexpected," were the first words to drift upon the air. They gathered around Kaisius with little reaction. He snorted, strings of smoke curling from his nostrils and dancing towards the ceiling. His eyelids half-shuttered, it was the closest way of an eye-roll as Airius would receive.
"The young, climbing senator surprised by his slave's thoughtfulness? You wound me..." Kaisius held the final word. Made Airius wait for it with trapped breath. It was used so little outside of public obeisance, it thrilled the senator to no end when the dragon used it alone. "Master."
Shrill excitement ran up Airius' spine. It lit his mind afire and found attention further below. With discomfort, he forced himself to enter the room. To walk, composed, past the bed and to the large mirror by his wardrobe. He considered retreating further to the washroom where he could expel the frenzied energy pooling in his stomach. But he held, forcing himself to gaze into the mirror and focus on undoing the legion of tie-downs and knots lining his garments. He could feel the dragon smirking at him, even spot the sly shimmer of it at the edge of his periphery. Damn the beast.
"Busy day?" The dragon asked. As if he wasn't now leaning against the bed frame. As if the dribble that gathered on his chin as he took another sip of wine didn't fall to his chest, as if it didn't slide down the valley of his pecs and abs, as if it didn't gather where Airius could easily clean it from his chiseled form-with his tongue. Kaisius spoke as if an acquaintance in the court, producing small talk to slay time. Airius spied all this from the mirror with a growing feeling he tried to suppress for a few beats more.
Gods.
Airius choked on an answer. Kaisius chuckled, deep and rumbling. Mind melting. He forced himself to begin, to speak benign, "Busy," he affirmed, "the lesser council believes we should be more forceful as response to the aggression in our Western territories, as if ignorance of tact will solve our issue. Facis especially, yearns to crush the rebellions with an overwhelming army." He focused on undoing a stubborn knot on his shoulder, ignoring the shifting Kaisius behind him. Or trying to, at least.
"And what of the higher Senate? The Emperor?" The dragon returned. Airius knew his slave had little care for politics, but he'd found quickly Kaisius had a skill for finding ways of relaxing the tense senator. As much as he seethed for unneeded talk, it was with the dragon he felt otherwise.
Airius said: "There is a reason the lesser council is lesser. The high Senate urges the Emperor to practice diplomacy. The Emperor is...being evasive on the matter. Some believe his long absences are to journey West, that he's enamored with a tribal prince past our borders. The halted retaliation towards the unrest is, rumored mind you, to be an excuse for such travels."
Kaisius purred at his musings. Airius had finally slipped his fingers through the knot and let his Senato robe fall in a messy pile on the floor. "Ah, you'd know such things of forbidden love. Of tribal love, hmm?" Teased Kaisius.
Airius tried to capture the blush before it painted crimson on his cheeks. His heart fluttered at the gravely, rough voice that felled each word with a sharp, draconic accent. Exotic, he would call it, crude and uncultured most would return.
But things were different here, in his chambers. Kaisius was more than a slave. Airius said, "We met on the battlefield, foe against foe, warrior against warrior, legate against warchief. What is between us has been cemented in trial. In blood. The Emperor could do away with such rumors, if they be true, by extending a dove's wing to those West. But he flags, and falters, preferring to keep his ambrosia, yet feast upon it too. You know this."
"That I do, Wolf," said Kaisius, "That I do."
Indeed they had met upon muddied earth and hallowed lands. Where the ground drank deep the blood of fighting men, and armies trampled life under an unending march. There they had faced, in a field of bodies, satin rain flowing like mist around them. Airius had gripped his blade, levying it at his foe. Kaisius had brandished his twin war axes. He had been known by another name then, once since abandoned and lost. They charged, metal met metal, sweat blossomed under sheer endurance. They fought for hours, jumping, spinning, gaining advantage then losing it. It became more than combat. It ascended past battle. It became a dance, rhythmic and primal. A fight for life.
They had each been wounded that day. Airius had the flesh of his shoulder wrent upon the sharp blade of Kaisius' axe, and Kaisius had taken Airius' blade to his stomach. When they fell, they fell in tandem. In a puddle of mud and their own crimson essence, they were a tangle of limbs and weak, final breaths. When Airius had been found, Kaisius, close to the gates of the underworld, had nearly been sent by a soldier. Airius had only been able to halt it with a weak yell.
When Airius woke, dragged back to his camp and treated, he found the dragon chained and beaten in a squat little prisoner's tent at the edge of the walls. He had been treated, but Airius' soldiers had taken their vengeance. He offered Kaisius freedom, thinking they had been well-met in battle. Instead, he bartered something else in return.
Airius, in all his years as a legate, had been entirely surprised.
"You're lost, sir." Kaisius wormed his way into his thoughts. His honey-dipped words tickled his ears. He retreated from the brief memory of a different time. When he had been a leader, not a politician.
"I must be," Airius conceded, "I'm growing old." He turned to glance at the dragon. Kaisius watched with a wry smile. His slitted pupils glittered. The wolf could get lost in them.
Kaisius shook his head, "You are a single harvest older than I, and you have many more until you reach even thirty. Bury those foolish thoughts." Then after a moment, he added, "I did not take great pains to display myself as an ivory statue for its muse to dwell on his past."
That, Airius could agree with. He stepped away from the mirror, his white fur flashing as it leapt from the frame. He wore only a bundled loin-cloth, bare chest tingling under the warm heat of the fire. Kaisius gazed at him the way a knight looked to his king. Admiration. Adoration.
"Handsome as ever, master." said the dragon, slyly.
Airius rolled his eyes and climbed onto the bed. He crept up the sheets until he rested on Kaisius' chest. His muzzle pressed against his slave's neck, careful of the collar. His head fur flattened as a chin lowered upon it. A strong, resolute heartbeat thrummed beneath dark scales and ebbed softly at his cheek.
For a moment, neither uttered a thing. The room became a painting. Two lover's pressed against one another, one with his arms draped against the other's chest, and the other's claws exploring the soft fur of his partner's back. Only the fire threw its crackling sound. Only the ashen wood dared interrupt the pleasant peace.
Airius cracked his lids and shifted his head. His dragon was warm, scales like soft metal. As he traced a claw along his left peck, he felt Kaisius hitch. A small gasp slipped his lips as he neared closer to his nipple. The wolf grinned, glancing along the swell of his throat to the face that lay above. It glanced down at him, excitement only betrayed by a slim, half-agape muzzle.
Airius stood smaller than Kaisius, who towered over all but the tallest of wolves. When they stood side by side, the wolf master was almost a head shorter than his dragon slave. But height didn't matter, nor did the warrior's physique, scarred and sacred, mean much compared to his lithe and athletic partner. No, because years of experience allowed Airius to make the dragon's dominant form quiver and writhe.
Airius pinched Kaisius' nipple between his thumb and forefinger. The hiss that spilled above was a strumming lyre to his ears. Its sound was more tantalizing than even the greatest melody. But he knew how to make his dragon sing.
He rubbed it between his fingers. Tweaked it. Played with it as if it were a grain of sand, rubbed back and forth to feel the texture against his fur. Kaisius tried to hide his whimpers of delight and halt his pitching chest, but every passing moment it became harder, then harder yet.
Airius stopped. He lifted his head equal to Kaisius'. Their muzzles met. There they clashed in a display of tongue and spit. The wolf pressed his mouth further, exploring every inch of the damp, slick interior. Eyes closed, Kaisius betrayed a light moan as Airius stole the advantage. His fingers roved the dragon's chest, massaging, kneading, toying with his sensitive flesh mercilessly. His tongue fought weakly for control, clashing with Airius only to be pinned, pressed down. Kaisus could do nothing but grip Airius' shoulders.
When they pulled away Kaisius only scarcely concealed his panting. Though try as he might, he couldn't cease his traitorous muzzle pursuing Airius as he pulled away. The wolf grinned, "Eager, aren't we?"
Kaisius winked, eyes half lidded, though not with confidence. "You expect something else?"
"With you? Never." Airius returned with a smirk. He rocked back to straddle the dragon's stomach. Something hard and warm pressed against his ass. He paused. Silk sheets did little to hide Kaisius it seemed.
"Bad dragon," Airius chided. He ground his backside against him, relishing the way Kaisus grit his teeth and humped the air.
"Needy dragon," Kaisius corrected.
Airius was only happy to please.
He sidled up Kaisius' chest, hooked his legs between the dragon's armpits and pressed the loin-cloth a scarce claw-length from his face. He rested his elbows against the wall and turned his gaze to his slave below. Draconic eyes darted between the loin-cloth and the owner above.
"Disrobe me," Airius ordered.
Smooth claws slithered up his thighs and hooked into the cloth. His dragon's warm breath brushed against his covered sheath. The touch, the closeness to that warm, wet mouth, made the tip of his cock peek out.
As Kaisius worked, Airius grew. His length, trapped by the soft cloth, pushed, eager to be freed. Droplets of pre stained his loin-cloth. He growled from the pleasurable restraint. But the long day and maddening senate gatherings made Airius impatient and wanting, even more so by the perfect face below him.
A sigh of relief escaped between grateful lips as it was finally undone. His member sprung forth, rubbing against his slave's nose. A drop of pre dribbled from his tip and smeared the bridge of his dragon's muzzle. Gods, he looked perfect underneath him.
"No, leave the loincloth," Airius growled as Kaisius held it in his claws.
He raised an eyebrow at the wolf but acquiesced, "Yes, master." They could both smell the overpowering musk of sweat and a long day. His cock, rubbed against his slave's cheek as he humped. Kaisius opened his mouth and dragged his long, snake-like tongue across the sensitive flesh.
Airius groaned.
Kaisius continued, slowly at first, tasting the salty-sweet flesh of his wolf, enjoying the pre rewarded with each successful touch. He inhaled the overpowering, all-surrounding scent of him, his lungs burning, eyes rolling back. It was better than nectar. Better than ambrosia. The smell was carnal. He needed what it promised.
Airius moved, planting his balls on his nose. His musk became heavier, brain melting. Kaisius began to pant. "Clean me, slave." The wolf ordered.
Kaisius lapped at his balls. He cleaned every inch with his tongue, the spicy-zinge of sweat driving him only deeper. He wanted more, and as he suckled and tongued and fondled Airius groaned above. It was music, and it made that deep lust, that need in his stomach grow.
He moved to the base of Airius' member. He wrapped his long, limber tongue around the red, pulsing flesh. Pre fell steadily in long, viscous drops that gathered on the dragon's muzzle or rolled down his chest. He cleaned up each strand with vigour, closing his lips around the head and urging more with a flick of his tongue.
Airius couldn't stand the teasing any longer. His member felt exposed, too out in the open and abandoned. Even then, the tightness in his sheath, the trapped bulb of his knot as it tried to expand, drove him mad with pleasure and discomfort. With what little contained thought he had, he pressed his paws against the back of Kaisius' head and guided him, gently, down the length of his cock.
He gasped, as the warmth and wetness of his slave's mouth enveloped his flesh. His eyes widened and he inclined his head in a long drawn out moan of appreciation.
Kaisius lowered his head slowly, tongue writhing against the bottom of his master's member. Airius' tip pressed against the back of his throat and sprayed a string of pre against the ceiling of his mouth. Kaisius purred, the rumbling sound vibrating along Airius' cock.
Airius wanted more. Needed more. He grasped his dragon's horns, composed at first, lowering his head further until hot breath washed against his pubic fur. He could feel his cockhead poking down his throat. He held there a moment, body shivering at the feeling of his sheathed sword.
Kaisius swallowed, a skill Airius had discovered he was particularly good at, and the wolf felt a ripple of tight flesh press against the tip of his length. At the same time his slave sucked in his cheeks and pressed his lips. He was hilted before, but now every inch of his dick was gripped with tight, slick, wet suction. Airius' legs quaked with pure bliss.
"Go-Good," Airius panted between groans. "Good pet."
Kaisius rumbled in response.
Airius pulled his hips back, watching with lust and joy as inch after inch of dick slipped from his slave's mouth. Strands of saliva strung from the dragon's muzzle to his wet crotch fur. He admired it, huffing at the tongue dancing along his member.
"You want more, slave?" He asked, there was force behind it. Domination.
Kaisius moaned like a good little pet.
"Good," he growled, and slammed himself full hilt into Kaisius' mouth. His lover's eyes widened then glazed, falling to a squint as he was lost in the moment.
Airius began again, using Kaisus' horns to bury his shaft then guiding him back up. His dragon bobbed his head in time, tongue never slowing as it ravaged anywhere it could. A coiling, tightening sensation grew in the wolf's cock, consuming the pleasure and turning it into something raw and hot.
Airius began to move Kaisius faster, adding his own thrusts in time. His balls tapped the dragon's chin with each hilt. Soaked in spit and drool, it wet his chin and left strands like silk. There was more pre with each passing second. It drenched Kaisius' throat or mixed with his spit. It tasted like sweetmeats and exotic fruit.
When Airius' knot popped from his sheath he nearly tied his slave's mouth. Sheer restraint and will halted him but he was left panting. He pressed his forehead against the cold stone wall. The two held for a moment, length half buried in warm mouth, his dragon's tongue spilling out as he panted above.
Heartbeats passed before he regained his composure.
"Close." His voice shook as his cock slipped from Kaisius' lips. Pre and drool dribbled upon his chin and fell to his chest. Airius' rod was slick and dripping, staining the sheets as he retreated towards the end of the bed. His knot ached. He was needy and the lust clouding his mind nearly broke his resolve.
Kaisius eyed him with his narrowed gaze. His draconic pupils burned with an intensity that made Airius' dick jump. His cock tented the sheets, a girthy outline with a glistening top. It pulsed with his heartbeat, smearing pre upon the expensive silk. Airius didn't care, he could get it replaced.
After a moment of rest, some semblance of sanity returned to his clouded mind. He spared a moment to clean his dragon's chest. His long, canine tongue pressed against the scales and tasted the sweat, spit and pre of their viscous display. Kaisius gasped and sighed. Airius stopped his slave's needy humping with a hand to his stomach, it's meaning made his dragon elicit a humiliating whine. No, the hand meant, you cannot pleasure yourself. Struggling, Kaisius managed to cease.
"Turn," came the only word as Airius backed away. He toyed with his member as Kaisius lay on all fours, tail facing him. He admired the view. The strong, muscular legs and tight ass. A weighty pair of balls and a smooth, delectable taint.
Kaisius groaned as Airius toyed with his flesh, squeezing and pulling and touching. His cock, now free from the sheets, stood at attention below him. It was knotted like his master's, but where the length was smooth, his was ribbed and textured.
Airius moved Kaisius' tail, spreading his cheeks to admire his hole. He wasn't a bad master, not one to leave his pet unattended and unprepared. Airius dug his tongue into Kaisius, relishing the boyish moans and quaking legs as he pushed deeper.
His hole was warm and tight, squeezing Airius' wet muscle as he probed. Airius squeezed his lover's balls in time with his tongue-fucking, feeling his cock pulse and pull, spraying pre onto the sheets. He massaged his ass with his paws. His dragon's tail draped over his shoulder as Kaisius failed to keep himself contained. His chest slumped against the bed. His tongue lolled, his eyes rolled with pure bliss.
Airius continued the tongue fucking until he could feel Kaisius tighten. Could see his arms pull back, his claws grip the frame of the bed. He watched his slave grit his teeth and squeeze his eyes shut. His balls tightened in his hand, he was close to exploding with seed.
Airius pulled back. He let go of Kaisius' balls.
Kaisius, mouth half-agape with an impending orgasm, stayed a moment. Confusion sowed his face and he turned, slowly, to glare at the wolf.
Airius laughed.
"You...you," he tried to sputter, losing the high, the absolute pleasure. He squirmed, found the words. They were draconic and strung along. Creative curses Airius failed to understand, but that didn't matter, the heat behind it was clear enough.
"You know only good slaves find release," Airius said when he had calmed down. The dragon grumbled. He presented his ass to the wolf with little fanfare and little embarrassment. They both knew what was coming next. Both wanted it. Both needed it.
"Good dragon, serve your master well and it'll be worthwhile."
Kaisius rolled his eyes.
"But first," Airius continued. He held up the musky, dirty loincloth, "put this in your mouth."
Kaisius had the gall to be shocked. "You can't be serious!" It was a weak retort. The dragon revelled in his scent. He worshipped it. The disobedience was all part of the game.
"Would you like to feel me filling you with my seed, to get your chance to spray your own? Or would you refuse my order?" Airius smirked.
Kaisius growled and nodded reluctantly.
Airius pressed his hips against his dragon's ass. His length slid between his muscular flesh. He lent forward, distracing Kaisius with dogged thrusting, both moaning with the pleasurable friction. Airius seized his slave's head and pressed his dirty loin-cloth into his mouth. Kaisus did little to resist but grunt and drink in the heady scent of his master.
"Good boy," Airius cooed to his gagged lover. He enjoyed grinding his rod between the slick flesh. The friction drove him to want more.
There was little need for oils as Airius pressed his head against Kaisius' entrance. His cock was slick with spit and pre, perfect for forcing his way into his dragon's tight passage. His paws held to either side of Kaisius' torso. He pushed in, eager, horny, but still considerate.
Airius watched as inch after inch of his member vanished into the groaning, panting dragon beneath him. Kaisius was tight. Warm. Like a pleasant bath. Airius grunted with pleasure, God's, God's it was incredible. Even after breeding him time and time again, he was still as tight as ever. Still incredibly warm. It was one of the perks of a dragon slave.
His thrusts started slow. Savouring. He enjoyed the way Kaisius tried to milk him, enjoyed the way the muscles of his back tightened and tensed. His adorable sounds were muffled by the musky cloth, but seeing Kaisius, like that, drove him faster.
The sounds of their pleasure mixed with the crackling fire. The slick clash of their bodies mixed with their groans to make a paradise of pleasure. Airius' balls slapped against Kaisius'. His slave's walls rippled as his body tried to push Airius out. But neither cared to listen. The wolf found the dragon grinding against him, trying to press him deeper with every thrust.
Kaisius' cock pulsed pre in a growing puddle on the bed. Each hilt of his master's cock made his eyes widen and his member jump. It was heavenly, mind washing. Neither could think, nor speak, nor do anything but press themselves against each other, desperately trying to entwine further. To reach the peak. To satisfy that tightening feeling in their balls. It was primal, intimate, another dance. Another fight. But where one ended with pain and misery, the other promised pleasure.
Airius found himself hunched over Kaisius. He hooked his arms underneath his slave's arm-pits and wrapped them around his shoulder for better purchase. He pressed his chest against his back, thrusting deeper and deeper, pressing over and over and over against Kaisius' prostate.
His knot ground against his dragon's entrance. Each thrust made Airius groan louder, then louder. He could do little to stop his knot from desperately trying to push within. Kaisius did little to stop it either, with his back arched and his attempts to get his wolf deeper, to scratch an itch that was nearly teetering on the edge.
Airius gripped his slave's length in the frenzy. He began to stroke him, faster and faster and faster. Kaisius squeezed around his cock tighter as pleasure flooded from everywhere at once. His shoulders arched, he spasmed beneath the wolf. The edge was there, tantalizing, wanting, offering explosive release and mind melting pleasure.
"Cum you stupid lizard," Airius roared. He bit into his dragon's shoulder, marking him, making him his. Mating him like he had many times before. His thrusting became shallow and sharp. He pressed his knot against the yielding hole, mounting one final push.
With a pop he was fully hilted.
Kaisius howled through the gag as Airius gripped his knot. All at once the white hot flash of an orgasm bleached his mind. The wolf refused to stop stroking and squeezing his knot. Rope after rope splashed onto the bed, coating Kaisius' thighs and arms in the torrent. Thick, hot seed painted Airius' hand.
With a half-yell, half-moan, Airius drove as deep as he could. His cock spasmed, his balls tightened, and after a precious moment of tightrope pleasure, he sprayed his litter into the slave, milked for all he was worth as his dragon finished his own. Kaisius arched against Airius as he was filled to the brim. The warmth spread through him like a river of fire.
Kaisius finally collapsed. Seed drench his chest. Airius moaned at the pressure around his knot. With a sigh he, too, fell on top of the dragon. They lay their, breathing in the smell of their sex, basking in the warm afterglow.
Minutes later, still tied, Airius huffed a breath. "The Emperor is most definitely breeding a dragon prince."
Kaisus nodded below him, chin resting against a pillow, eyes closed.
"Most definitely."