Matheau s2: Double Ceremony
Matheau s2: Double Ceremony
To all my loyal fans that didnt abandon me with the sad demise of Matheau and Beijore, i make this new series in your honor. I think that i may have finally gotten my drive for writing back. A New Beginning was, in truth, made a short time after The Legacy Ends. But i failed to post it until i thought everyone was ready for the new Matheau. So, without futher adeu....This story is intended for reading by a mature audience of 18 years or older due to sexual acts between dragons. If you dont like, dont read. I cant be held accountable for your actions. Enjoy the story! :)
A few weeks went by, and Matheau slowly recovered in bed. Well actually, he was pretty much healed by the second day, but the healers and advisors insisted that he stayed in bed until they were certain viruses and such nasty things wouldnt infect his wounds. Beijara came and visited him often, staying with him for hours, sometimes even a few days at a time. He really loved her, and he would do anything for her. He could see the love in her eyes for him as clearly as he was sure she could see his love for her in his own crimson/emerald eyes. She told him many stories about her parents, and the things that they had acheived and done while alive. His heart was still heavy with sorrow that they were gone. But for that brief instant that he had seen them, for that whisper of a moment that his mother had held him in his arms....He would always remember it. And he would cherish that memory forever. But he also felt guilt as well. Guilt for his feelings that he had felt before he knew. The hatred that he had felt for his parents before everything was told to him and the situation made clear. After the defeat of the false king Jared, he thought he could hear his parents whispering to him, telling him how proud they were of him. He could swear that he could feel his mother's lips on his forehead, and his siblings' presence right there beside him. They may have been gone from this plane of existance, but he knew that they were in his heart. He could feel their strength within him. And he also knew that they were waiting there for him to join him when his time came.
He sat up in bed and rolled out, his talons clicked softly on the floor. Almost as if on cue, a small black dragon stepped out of the shadows. "Sire! You know that the healers said that you are not suppost to be out of bed yet!" He was young. Younger than he himself was. "If the healers find out that you were out of bed, they'll have my hide!" "Oh, they can stuff there tails up their hind ends! Im sick of being in bed. I dont even have a wound on my body anymore!" He haughed angrily. "Do you know where Beijara is? I want to see her." "Sire, if you'll please just get back in bed....i will summon her immediately...." Matheau shot him a glare foul enough to wilt a rose. "You'll not summon anyone, and i'll not get back in that bed." Matheau said coldly. "I'll go find her myself then.....If anyone asks, just tell them i hit you." Matheau proceeded to walk out the door, despite the protests of the youngling. "But Sire!....." He was cut off as Matheau slammed the door into his face. "There!" Matheau called as he walked down the hallway. "Now it will look like i really DID hit you!" He couldnt help but chuckle at the irony in that. Technically it wasnt HIM that had hit the youngling, but the door. Matheau walked out onto one of the castles many balconys and stretched himself for the first time in days, mrrrring in approval as his bones cricked and cracked. He opened his wings fully to soak up some of the early morning sun's rays. It was still a little chill, but he didnt even feel it, being a dragon and all. He took off for his first flight in weeks, and it felt great to be back in the air. The wind flowed over his sleek red and blue body. He was proud to bear the colors of both his mother and his father on his body. He sort of wished that he was rainbow colored, so that he may bear the colors of his entire family, but he was happy with the way he was.
He was so absorded in his thoughts that he almost crashed right into Beijara in mid-flight. He was glad he looked up in time. It would have been a very bad thing for the both of them. A tangled flight could have resulted in both of their deaths. Definately not a good thing. He pulled back from her by backwinging a few feet and smiled. "Hey Beijara! How are you today?" he asked politely. She responded by bowing her head. "Please dont do that...." Matheau said softly. "You are my friend, Beijara. You dont have to bow your head to me." She raised her head. "Of course i do, my lord." She said softly. "Anyhow, did the healers let you go?" Matheau shook his head and chuckled. "No, i just sort of ran away. I couldnt stand staying in that bed another minute. I was healed weeks ago." Beijara nodded. "I imagine so. I dont even know how you stayed in bed as long as you did in the first place." She seemed different to him somehow now. He knew that she loved him, but she seemed unable to show it now. Perhaps she thought that now that he was king, she couldnt show her love for him openly? That had to be it. To make matters worse, his coronation as king was today. He had so many different things running through his mind, he thought that it would explode. He told himself to take things one step at a time, but it seemed like things were blending themselves all into one thing, and concentrating on it was.....oh boy, he was doing it again. He could almost literally feel his eyes crossing. When he snapped back to reality, Beijara was giggling and pointing. "It looks like we have some company, your majesty. You need to get ready for your coronation. Its very soon you know." She flew foreward and kissed him softly on the lips, purring. "I'll see you at the coronation, my king." Then she turned and flew off in a hurry. Matheau's shoulders slumped slightly, disappointed. Perhaps she didnt love him after all? Maybe he was wrong about her.....but he knew the feelings he had for her were real.
"Your majesty!" A large bronze female called. "what are you doing out of bed? Well....no matter. Come, it is time to get you ready for your coronation! Its before sundown this eve, you knew that!" One would think he was just a peasant the way the large bronze grabbed him and all but dragged him back to the palace. They went into a special chamber, were all the ornamental garments were kept. He was mezmerized by a particular set of what looked like battle armor. Large steel plates that slid over the wings, and a large steel plate that would protect his breast and underbelly, fastened with straps that came up to tie around his back. The was also a steel helmet that would protect the top of his head and under his chin. It all looked so heavy, he wondered how any dragon could expect to fly in it. It all shined golden, and was well maintained and highly polished. As if sensing his curiosity, the bronze dragon, whos name he came to know as Lilith, started to speak. "That is the battle armor that your father wore. After he first became king, we had a few small wars with wyverns, and no one was more active than your father." She got a distant look, as if recalling a wonderful memory. He did that alot, especially when he thought of his few moments with his family. "That armor is heavy, yes. But your father never lost any of his grace in flight with that armor. He was very strong." She sighed softly. "If your father would not have been married to your mother, he would have had any pick of the dragonesses in the kingdom. I myself would have thrown myself at him." Somehow Matheau wasnt surprised by that. As far as dragons went, the bronze dragon was a rather homely looking dragon. She couldnt hold a torch to Beijara. She was measuring him carefully, and he didnt know why. Dragons didnt wear cloths, so what was she fitting him for? Certainly not that armor.....he'd never even be able to move in that stuff! She started to reach under his belly and he jumped away from her quickly. "Oh, there is no need to be shy now, Matheau." She laughed softly. "You dont have anything that i havent ever seen before, i assure you."
"Thats not the point, Lilith." Matheau said in as commanding a tone as possible. "My point is, i am saving myself for someone special, and i want to save the first touch of......that, for her." She stared at him, her eyes judging and reading him, before she finally shrugged. "Of course, my king...." She said and went back to measuring his body, avoiding his sides and underbelly altogether. After awhile, the few garments that he would be required to wear at the coronation were brought in. A flowing golden silk robe was tied around his neck with a silver chain. He had to admit, he liked the feel of the silk against his scales. Next, a crown was brought in. Most people think of crowns that human kings wear that cover the whole top of their head. But for Matheau, it was different. The small points of his horns were wrapped with small leaves of gold. It wrapped comletely around his head. A series of rings were slipped onto his foreclaws, and to Matheau, that made it a bit different to walk. Also, a golden anklet was clasped to each foreclaw, and each ankle. As the final hour approached, Matheau took a peep outside of the window and saw the hundreds, maybe thousands of dragons packing the courtyard. It was so full in fact, that Matheau could see the definative shapes of dragons back on the castle walls! He gulped. So many dragons here to see him sworn in as the new and rightful king. What if they were disappointed with him? What if he couldnt live up to their expectations? He knew they would be high, because he was his father's child. All of a sudden, Matheau pitched foreward, and everything went black.
Matheau groaned and sat up, rubbing the back of his head. He couldnt say that he hurt, because he actually felt quite refreshed. But he wondered what had happened. "I must apologize, my lord." A deep voice said from behind him. Matheau turned around to stare at a blue dragon that was quite possibly ten times his own size. The blue craned his head down and crooned to him. "You needed your rest, m'lord. You were jittery. So i casted a sleeping spell upon you to let you get some rest. But now it is time for your coronation, m' lord. Please, follow me." Matheau got to his feet and followed, feeling energized, but no less nervous than before. They approached a large blue curtain, and Matheau could hear someone speaking on the other side. They must have arrived at the curtain precisely on time, because as they approached, the voice said, "And now, to you i introduce our new king. A king that bears the name of a previous king that we all knew and loved. A righteous and couragous king. And our new king is the surviving son of that great king. Ladies and gentleman, i give you the new king, Matheau Stratford!" The crowd of dragons roared in approval, cheering and crying out. Some of them were just plain crying with happiness as suddenly, without sudden warning, the big blue nudged Matheau from behind, pushing him through the curtain and in front of the crowd of dragons. Matheau practically quaked in fear. So much for being couragous......Matheau lifted a claw and waved sheepishly, and the cheers and roars got even louder. Behind Matheau was the throne. All he wanted to do was sink into it and disappear from this crowd. A dragon priest stood next to the throne, holding the draconic book of the oath of kinghood as he stood next to the throne. The dragon was male, and rainbow colored. How Matheau envied that colorful dragon. Matheau looked out into the crowd, and he saw her. Beijara......she was there. Right in the middle of the crowd. She was unmistakeable. Of all the white dragons in the crowd, he could make her out the best. And he saw that she was one of those weeping. Matheau found his confidence then, and strode with pride to the priest.
The priest then ordered for silence, as they were about to begin. He held up the book and Matheau laid his claw instinctively on the book. The priest nodded in approval. "Here at the kingdom of Alexandria, we have all gathered as a singular race, to crown our new king unto power. With the fall of the king Jarod, our new king rises to take power, and guide us into a time of peace, and tranquility." The ceremony went on for what seemed like ever, the priest reciting the old texts of the very book Matheau had laid his claw upon. Matheau guessed that this dragon must have done this quite a few times. All through the ceremony, and even before today, an idea had been forming in his head. And he knew that it was almost time to go through with it. Something that would alter his life even more than it already had been, but he was ready. Just a little longer before the question was asked......."Do you, Matheau Stratford, son of the great Matheau William Stratford, swear to use your power as king only for good and never for evil? Do you swear upon your honor that you will lead us with fairness, with respect, and with the honor of your father?" That last part caught him by surprise, but if that caught HIM by surprise, he was really going to get them. Matheau shook his head and said simply, "No, i do not." A loud gasp ran through the crowd, and sudden shouts of treason and hate were thrown. Matheau held up his claws to get their attention and shouted loudly to make sure he was heard. The crowd fell silent instantly. "My people, i say no, not because i will not rule like my father did. Nay, i will try my best to rule exactly as he did. Like he would have continued to do. However.....i cannot accept my station as king......without my queen by my side." Another loud gasp, and then dead silence until cheers rang through the crowd. Matheau held his claw out to the crowd, his eyes dead locked on Beijara. "Come foreward, my queen...." He said softly, lovingly. "You know well who you are.....we may not be mates yet....but with this priest up here, im sure he can fix it so we'll be mates and king and queen in no time." The crowd followed his gaze, but it seemed to pass right over Beijara. Beijara was crying harder now. Matheau knew not if it was from saddness or from happiness, until Beijara pushed herself from the crowd and ran up to the throne, throwing her arms around him and kissing him deeply. The crowd cheered and roared in approval. A double ceremony!! Something like this had never happened in the entire history of the kingdom of Alexandria!! A flowing cape was quickly put on Beijara, and a makeshift tiara.
"My lord, we can make you king and queen, but im afraid we dont have a mating band.....well have to wait until we can make one before we can officially mate you." Matheau shook his head. "No need....." Matheau reached into his wingpouch and pulled out a long cloth. Half of the cloth was pure white, as Beijara's scales were. And the other half was red/blue, representing his own scales. Matheau merely grinned. "When your stuck in bed for weeks on end with nothing to do, you tend to get bored. The priest nodded and took the cloth from him and restated his question with Matheau giving his oath as a king, and turning to Beijara and asking her the same question, and she too, gave her solemn oath without question. Then the priest turned back to Matheau. "Do you, Matheau, take the dragoness, Queen Beijara now as your mate, for now and forever, as your mate, your lifepartner?" Matheau nodded. "I do so take Beijara, my lovely Beijara, as my mate. I just want to say this.....when i first came to this kingdom, Beijara was the first dragoness i laid eyes upon. And i knew from that moment that i was in love with her, and that i wanted her to be my mate. And now, after all that has happened, i finally get to express it to you, Beijara, in front of the kingdom.....our kingdom." The crowd remained silent, though Matheau could tell that they were ready to explode again. The priest nodded his approval, and tied the white end of the cloth to Matheau's right forearm. "And do you, Beijara, take this dragon, King Matheau, to be your mate, your life partner now and forever?" Beijara nodded, still in tears. "Yes....i do. I knew that when i first saw Matheau, that i loved him too. But i couldnt tell him then. Because i knew who he was....and i knew that it was more important to dethrone the vile one that to give in to my own selfish feelings and avert him from his task, his destiny." The priest nodded and tied the red/blue end of the cloth to Beijara's left forearm. "Then let it be known now, in the kingdom of Alexandria, That you are now Mates, and King and Queen Stratford!" At this proclomation, the entire kingdom lost it, cheering and crying out loudly, even shooting off flames into the air. There would be a big celebration for tonight. But not for Matheau and Beijara. The new king and queen, but more importantly, the new mates. They took off into the air, slightly awkward being joined together by the mating band. Then they flew off together, wingtip to wingtip, into the setting sun.
As the light faded from the land, and the sounds of the happy celebration floated to them, Matheau was for once grateful of the cave where Jarod had put him. It seemed fitting that they should go there, the place where she told him everything. Except this time was different. They were mates now. And this was their honeymoon. They were alone. And as they walked inside, Beijara moved to cut the band, but Matheau stopped her, shaking his head. "No darling......leave it on until we are finished....." Beijara was about to ask what they were going to finish when he kissed her deeply, passionately. She moaned softly, half in surprise, half in pleasure at this unexpected move, but quickly fell into it, pushing her body against his. He slid his claws carefully over her chest, which was not well rounded yet, but she was still young and had pleanty of time to grow. Another moan escaped her throat as she broke the kiss and slide her tongue over his neck. This made him purr softly, and he could feel his heavy sheath swelling. He was well endowed, of that he was sure. When Beijara slide her head under his body, she gasped and he could smell her scent getting thicker as she ran her tongue along his sheath, his large, red member sliding free at last. She took him into her mouth and suckled him softly, slowly, bobbing her head on his length as he moaned. He had gotten his wish. She was the first to touch him there, and he was enjoying it immensely. But he would not let her have all the fun. He lowered his head under her body and inhaled the scent of her deeply, snaking out his long and agile tongue to lick teasingly across her slit, making her whimper and moan as she nursed from his throbbing shaft. Groaning in the pleasure of her heated mouth against his sensitive flesh, Matheau slipped his tounge deep inside of Beijara's dripping cunny, making her moan loudly and take Matheau deeper into her throat. She almost came with just that one action. She was so ready for him, and he for her. But they were enjoying their oral minstrations to each other far too much to stop now. Matheau began to pump his tounge in and out of Beijara's sex as if it were his cock mating her, and that was all it took to set her off. Beijara squealed and came hard, her inner muscles squeezeing Matheau's tongue and sending her sweet juices right into Matheau's waiting muzzle. He lapped it all up eagerly, groaning as he tried to warn Beijara of his climax. She knew, and she want it, all of it. She sucked faster and harder, and with a few more strokes, Matheau pulled his tounge from Beijara's slit and roared out as he came, shooting his hot load of Draconic seed down Beijara's waiting throat. She drank it down eagerly, swallowing every last drop and making sure she had gotten it all before releasing his pulsing member.
But the were yet through. He lay her gently on her back and crawled atop her, the question clear in his eyes. Beijara smiled softly up to her love and nodded. "Yes, my darling. I am ready for you. I have been ready since the day we met....but this is my first mating.....please be gentle with me." Matheau nodded and took her lips in another deep kiss, his tounge pushing into her mouth, and their tounges intertwined into an intricate dance. They could taste each other's juices in the kiss, but they didnt care. Matheau lined his still hard member up with Beijara's sex and pushed foreward slowly. Her sex took him in and stretched to fit him. Beijore grunted and groaned in the mixture of pain and pleasure. Matheau reached her hymen and stopped, breaking the kiss. He was halfway into her. "Beijara....this is going to hurt for a moment, i know......but i am here with you, and i love you." He took her claws in his, their fingers interlacing, and Beijara nodded. Matheau thrusted through her barrier and buried himself completely into Beijara with a single thrust. She hissed and whined in the moment of pain. Matheau rested himself inside of her tight warmth to allow her to adjust to him and let the pain pass. He kept kissing her and whispering words of love into her ear. When she nodded that she was read to continue, Matheau rocked his hips slowly back and forth, burying himself within her, then withdrawing, the pushing back in again, in a slow, steady rythm. Before long, Beijara's hind legs were wrapped around Matheau's hips, trying to push him further inside of her as they both moaned and panted loudly in the passionate lovemakeing. Their tails were intertwined, their fingers interlocked as Matheau started to thrust harder and faster inside of her. "YESSSS......MATHEAU......PLEEEASEEEE....." Beijara screamed out, burying her head into his chest as he took her virginity, but in return, giving her his. They both came silmotaniously, their roars filling the night air loud enough for the celebrating dragon kingdom to hear. Matheau thrusted hard one last time and held himself tight against her hips as he emtied his seed deep inside of his mate, his queen, his love. Beijara's inner muscles squeezed and caressed and stroked and milked Matheau's throbbing member for every last drop of his seed. She could feel the warmth of it filling her womb, and she purred loudly. Matheau started to pull out of her, but she pulled him back atop her, pushing him all the way back inside of her.
"Please Matheau......lets sleep like this tonight, love....." She said softly, already falling asleep. Matheau nodded in agreement and spread his wings out and over them, covering them completely. He yawned softly and kissed her lips softly. "Alright darling.....Goodnight, my love. Tommorrow is a new day. And Perhaps we can start on a family of our own soon....." As he drifted off to sleep, Matheau knew that somewhere, his family was watching. They had watched everything. And he knew that they were proud of him. And of everything that he had done. And though they werent there in body, they would always be with him in spirit