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Prologue: Part 3

Noah gulped as he felt the heat of Mortimer's breath on his lips. He couldn't fully think, not with being this close to to the larger male, whose scent consumed him, drowned him. "Fuck...I mean...I'm soaking wet and--"

"That's a problem how?" Mortimer grinned, and Noah swore that Rowan's smirk had nothing on this damn dragon's. Mortimer's thumb caressed the corners of Noah's jaw and under his chin, holding it up so that he couldn't escape his gaze. "Last I checked I'm a water dragon, so why would I be the least bit deterred by some wet fur?"

"I still would like to be dry and warm and..." His words faltered as he saw Mortimer's wings unfold and stretch around him.

The smirk on the dragon's face only grew at Noah's reaction. "You think far too much."

Noah didn't have a chance whisper a complaint before warmth spread across lips. The kiss wasn't anything like he had thought his first kiss would be. It wasn't loving and passionate, no, Mortimer was definitely not that kind of person. He was a dragon and in nature he took what he wanted, and he wanted Noah. The kiss was filled with hunger and power so strong that it drowned Noah with desire that he had never experienced.

A moan escaped Noah's muzzle when the pressure from Mortimer's leg pressed against Noah's tented pants. Sweet tension tightened around his shaft as he instinctively pressed his cock into the dragon's leg and felt a similar yet thicker sensation grinding against his stomach. He didn't have time to think of anything as Mortimer's paw left his chin and slid along his backside. Lightning flowed alongside those devious claws which awoke all the nerves in Noah's body as they stopped at the base of his tail.

Pulling away, Mortimer huffed heavily against Noah's lips. "Mmm maybe it would be better to get this shirt off you."

"Maybe we should head back to the cottage." Noah said, with less resolve than he thought he would have.

The smirk in Mortimer's eyes grew as he pressed his nose against Noah's, which sent shivers down his back and made his stomach tighten with a new kind of hunger. "Are you sure you want to head back?" Mortimer's fingers hooked around the bottom of Noah's shirt as he said every word with care against Noah's lips.

He could say no, it was just a simple word that shouldn't take any effort. Yet, the word was trapped in his throat as he looked at those eyes. Licking his lips, he could taste the remnants of Mortimer and he'd be a fool to say he didn't want to have those lips on his again. Hell, this dragon might as well be the finest wine the village had to offer, and Noah was slowly finding himself becoming intoxicated.

Seeing that Noah's didn't pull away, Mortimer tugged the shirt over the husky's head and smirked when he even lifted his arms without a complaint. The chill of the night air pressed against Noah's wet fur, however, he didn't feel a bit cold anymore, not with the dragon's hungry gaze on him.

Mortimer pulled him forward, and Noah leaned up, taking hold of Mortimer's lips. A low grumble of surprise was an unspoken treat, followed by a caress of tongues and need. Noah felt the bark of the tree press harder into his back when Mortimer deepened the kiss, becoming more urgent.

Noah whimpered into Mortimer's muzzle as he felt the pressure pull away from his bulge. Then there was a tug on his pants button, then zipper, followed by an encompassing heat of the dragons fingers coiling around his cock.

Flames rushed up Noah's flesh, but Mortimer didn't stop there. He worked his paw along his shaft, fully exploring it. The dragon set up a rhythm to it that sent waves of lust through Noah that almost brought him to his knees. He was never this sensitive when he worked away his own frustrations. But every move made by Mortimer sent waves of desire and need crashing into him.

Pulling back, Noah gasped for air as if he had been submerged underwater for too long. "Fuck."

Mortimer's chuckle was dark and deeply alluring. "That can wait for later. Come here. Let me get these pants off of you."

"Wait--" Noah nearly yelped as cool air surrounded his cock. He could only watch as Mortimer knelt down and yank his pants down to his ankles.

"What, is the pup being shy again?" Mortimer cocked his head to the side.

By the gods, he wanted to slap that smirk off that dragon's face so badly, however that thought quickly vanished as he caught sight of Mortimer muzzle close to his dick. Wait he couldn't be....

Mortimer's nose flared and his snout rested right beneath his sack, causing Noah's? stomach to clench with anticipation. "Looks like I might have been wrong. Seems the puppy is more eager than he wants to let on."

"I really can't stand you." Noah said, half-heartedly. This is some wicked dream. Getting a blowjob from an Immortal Plane Mystic was something of a fantasy, something that Noah could never even imagine in his wildest dreams.

Mortimer's eyes were like a predator that had its prey in its sight. Yet, there was hesitation that flickered in that amber gaze, as if waiting, hoping for a response from Noah that shows he wanted to be sent over the edge.

"I..." He couldn't find his voice, not under that overpowering gaze.

As if reading his mind, Mortimer smiled and rubbed his thumb over the crown of Noah's head, sending lightning through his veins once more. Mortimer kept his eyes on Noah. Last chance, pup, was the silent message he got from that wicked grin.

Noah nodded his head and Mortimer's grin widened as his mouth wrapped around the head of Noah's cock. The first thing that Noah quickly found out was that Mortimer wasn't just an amazing kisser. The silky velvet heat of the dragon's mouth around Noah's shaft caused every part of his body to come alive. "Meridia's breath!" Noah gasped. He grabbed hold of Mortimer's horns and bucked forward.

Mortimer didn't object in the slightest as he took down every last inch of Noah's cock, enveloping it in the wet softness of his mouth before pulling off it. Cool air coiled around Noah's cock, creating a chasm that could only be filled by Mortimer.

The dragon licked from the tip down to the base, nipping as he went. He mouthed Noah's sac and twirled each testicle around with his tongue before taking them into his hot lips. It was as if the dragon enjoyed driving Noah to the brink. Every time he grew close, Mortimer would back away and shift the pace. One second the dragon's hot lips were wrapped around the crown of his head, and the next he nipped down and along the sides of his inner thighs.

Not in his wildest dreams had he thought that a blowjob could be a mixture of heaven and hell. When Mortimer took every inch of Noah into his muzzle, pure utter bliss stole his words and breath. Yet, when Mortimer pulled away, the chasm in Noah only grew wider as the unending torture racked over his waist in the form of a serpent's tongue.

"Mortimer!"

"Hmm?" He smiled up at Noah.

"You're driving me insane here!"

The dragon snorted and smiled as he ran his tongue across the slit of Noah's head. Heat mixed with cold, the back and forth between the two made him feel like ice that couldn't melt. At this rate Mortimer really was going to kill him!

Finally relief had come. Mortimer grabbed the base of Noah's cock and wrapped his mouth around it. At first, he worked his muzzle up and down along the shaft slowly, as if savoring the taste before picking up the tempo. He was at the complete control of this dragon, unable to establish the pace even as every nerve in his body ached.

However, he reveled in the way that velvet tongue pressed against the underside of his shaft, bringing him the closest yet to orgasming..

Fuck! Noah moaned as Mortimer's hands slid around his waist and spread apart his ass. One moment he was basking in the depth of bliss from that muzzle, next he was thrusting back, wanting the finger that pressed against his entrance to push through. "Mortimer!" Like a dam that had broke, Noah screamed and squeezed hold of Mortimer's horns as bucked against his mouth.

A low guttural growl vibrated pleasure across Noah's cock as Mortimer milked out every bit of cum from it. "Mmm not bad. Not bad at all." Mortimer said after pulled off of Noah. The touch of the cold air quickly made Noah miss the feel of the dragon's mouth, until he saw Mortimer spit cum into his paw and slather it over that massive ridge-covered dragon cock.

"The hell?" He lifted his head and paused.

"You thought we were done?" Mortimer's words were like thunder in Noah's ears. "Don't forget, we have yet to even finalize the pact, and I plan on doing it in the most intense way possible."

Noah's ears laid back, and uncertainty started to bubble up in his gut.

"You're scared, aren't you?" Mortimer asked.

Scared? That was an understatement. Noah had been living by himself for too many years since his mom passed. To create a pact, which was more binding than any marriage, and open himself more completely to someone he barely knew was something that terrified him.

"I'd be a fool if I said no."

Mortimer paused for a moment before his smile soften. "You're right. You should be scared. Not only will you be tied to me and I to you, but you will live as long as I will. You won't be able to rest in this world like normal mortals. Old age will never come but those who want you for your gifts and powers will come in hordes. In fact, dying now maybe a better fate than what would await you once you make this pact."

There was an unusual softness in Mortimer's voice, as if he was speaking from experience. Noah's tail lost any bounce to it. "But, the easy way out is never the answer..."

Mortimer shook his head. "Never is," was all he said. His gaze lingered on Noah, again waiting for him to make the choice.

A choice that could decide rather they both would live or die, to experience hell or to let everything end. A choice, that Mortimer was leaving in Noah's paws. Any sane person wouldn't even think of letting an eighteen-year-old who had yet to become a real man decide their fate. Noah's gaze met Mortimer's, and he caught a glimpse of something he was too familiar with: weariness. His mom had had the same look when she was ready to join the spirits.

Just how long had Mortimer been stuck in that lake, hiding from gods know what? A few hundred years, centuries, or back to the fall of the dragon race? If Noah was stuck in such a situation, would he be able to be content with his life in a lake?

Clenching his fist and relaxing, Noah wrapped his arms around Mortimer's broad neck before pulling him down and capturing his lips. If he had to chose to die or grasp at a chance to live, he wouldn't shy away from what was in front of him.

Mortimer flinched for only a second. A low growl of contentment and need rumbled through Mortimer's chest and into Noah, easing the doubts that had lingered. This kiss didn't last as long.

Pulling back, Noah watched as Mortimer bit down on his tongue and a trickle of red could be seen under the light of the moon. Wait, you're not planning to... His thoughts were broken as Mortimer's lips came crashing down on Noah. Like a rushing river that couldn't be stopped, Noah gasped as he felt a prick of Mortimer's fangs against his tongue and the taste of copper in his mouth.

The moment their tongues intertwined, the world around them burst into life. Elemental energy flickered from the water beneath them, and surged from Mortimer into Noah. By the gods, was it possible to have so much energy in one person? Mortimer was like an ocean that drowned Noah, in not just his kiss but the elemental energy of water that lingered inside of him.

Yet, Noah was able to take it all in, never feeling completely full. No... needed more, more of what Mortimer had to offer.

Noah's muscles flinched as he felt a silky wet finger brush between the cleft of his ass. He didn't need to guess what was going to happen, nor did Mortimer give him time to. An all too familiar sensation rocked through Noah's body, setting every nerve alight. One finger slipped inside Noah followed by a second, both grazing against that sweet spot that made the world vanish from view.

Noah was torn, distraught. His mind was reeling in bliss with each thrust, making him want to be pounded, harder, deeper. He wrapped his legs around Mortimer's waist, allowing for those mind-blowing fingers deeper access. Elemental energy slithered along that damned dragon's tongue from his mouth to his ear. A light bite to the tip of his ear and a twist of those fingers, broke Noah. He thrusted back, wanting more than just those fingers inside of him.

A flood of overwhelming desire slammed into Noah's gut, and he knew it had come from Mortimer. It was like watching a battle where one side was fighting the eagerness of feeling the warmth of ass and the need to claim it as its own. While the other was wanting to be patient, to tease, and enjoy every bit of Noah's ecstasy as it absorbed even more elemental energy than Noah was receiving.

What do you want, pup. Mortimer's voice echoed through his mind. Tell me, what you want me to do and I'll do it. Do you want me to claim you, or... Noah moaned and clenched his paws around Mortimer's neck as he felt his hips push back voluntarily into the quickening tempo of the dragon's fingers. ...to make you dance along the edge of bliss?

Stop teasing me already and fuck me! His thoughts shot off before he had a chance to even think it over. He felt the deep, resounding chuckle in Mortimer's chest along with the emptiness that followed when his fingers pulled out. Excitement pounded against his chest when he heard the sound of spit hitting the dragon's palm.

Energy wound around Noah's spine as he felt the thick head of Mortimer's cock pressed against his taint. No doubts, no turning back. He wrapped his other leg around Mortimer's waist and the dragon pushed forward.

Noah gasped and dug his nails into the back of Mortimer's neck. The dragon was bigger than anything that Noah had used to fuck himself with. Pain mixed with pleasure rocked through Noah while Mortimer spread him open, touching every part that needed him.

Mortimer stopped when their hips met, which brought sparks to Noah's eyes. Breathe and relax pup. I've got you. Mortimer's thoughts were staggered like his breathing, but commanding. Noah nodded, but when he breathed it was like being drowned. Energy surged into him from everywhere, making his body far too sensitive.

Noah felt a wave of contentment coming from Mortimer, followed by him pulling back, then slowly pushing back in. With every thrust, waves of pleasure shifted and waned.

He was lost. Pain was pleasure, and pleasure was pain, and both melded together as a whirlpool that did not want him to escape. Noah panted into Mortimer's neck as he squirmed back with every thrust; falling in love with how the dragon's ridges rubbed against his passage, easing every muscle that tried to resist him. He could feel the triumph that emanated from the dragon as if his Prey had finally given into him.

By the gods, did he. Noah squeezed his legs around Mortimer's waist, forcing Mortimer to hilt up against him. Mortimer bit at Noah's neck. A growl laced with a warning. He was Mortimer's and Mortimer's was his, bound by the pact that now sealed them together.

Noah's vision tunneled and his back arched to better accommodate Mortimer. The pace quickly grew from slow and sensual up to Noah moaning every time he felt the dragon's sack slapping against his ass. He relinquished all control to the dragon. From the ridges brushing against his inner walls down to the way the dragon's tongue brushed against his throat, drowned him in bliss.

He wiggled his hips back into Mortimer's and squeezed his legs around the dragon, wanting to be closer to him, to feel the heat and energy rolling off Mortimer and onto him.

Mortimer, don't you dare stop. He wasn't sure if he said it or thought it, but he could feel himself nearing climax. Mortimer replied as he slammed deeper into Noah. Now he could feel Mortimer's sheath pressing in between the cleft of his ass, nestling against his taint before pulling back, leaving an emptiness that was dying to feel that full again.

Tangling his fingers into Mortimer's mane, Noah felt his balls tighten as he ground into the soft underbelly of the dragon. As if the energy from the water sensed them reaching the end, it wrapped around them. Unable to hold back, Noah cried out as he came even harder than he had the first time. He had never heard anything roar like the dragon did when he reached climax also. It shook the ground, the trees, even the wind seemed to shriek back in fright as Mortimer's hips met with Noah's, filling him with a new kind of heat that branded itself on his mind. Noah's mind went black from the force as he even forgot to breathe. "Fuck!" He panted, not wanting to let go of Mortimer.

A soft chuckle tickled his ear, followed by a caress of the tongue. "Indeed. I'm starting to feel more comfortable with the idea of this pact. At least now, I'll have you to keep me entertained."

Entertained? Noah huffed as he felt his body grow more relaxed. "I can say...the same...for you..." Noah's eyes closed as he basked in Mortimer's warmth. He wasn't sure if Mortimer said anything else. All he could see was the darkness that comforted him in his sleep.

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"Where the hell is Rowan at?" Noah eyes narrowed as he tapped his foot against the ground. The sun had risen nearly three hours ago, and still there was no sight of Rowan. Not that Noah had expected anything different from the mountain lion.

Aww getting upset that your crush is running late?

Noah cringed, but only for a second before rubbing his forehead. You can stop listening in on my thoughts. You know?

But it's fun to see you getting all flustered up.

He could feel the blood rushing up to his cheeks as he saw imagines of the other night thrown to the forefront of his mind. You bastard! With a thought he quickly closed the mental connection between them and punched the wall. Mortimer was having way too much fun with their connection! Every time Noah dropped his guard, Mortimer was quick to pry into his thoughts, and it was driving him insane.

Noah took a deep breath and readjusted himself before getting himself back together. His ears perked as he looked over at the sound of branches snapping and heavy panting coming his way. "Noah!"

"Took you long enough, Rowan." He smiled at the mountain lion jogging towards him. "Got in a fight with your dad or woke up late?"

"Both." Rowan smiled. "Dad chewed me out for waking up two hours late, and then chewed me out again for not being over here to see you off. Said if I missed you not only would he beat my ass but he'd force me to work overnight for the next three months."

"Maybe I should visit your dad and tell him to actually go ahead and put your lazy ass to work. Since I could have very well left by now."

Rowan's ears splayed back as his whiskers twitched. "Come on now. Leave me be! I didn't come unprepared!"

Cocking his brow, Noah looked down to see that Rowan held a traveling pack, one much larger than the one he already had. "The folks around town got together and put a few things in here for you. Like clothes, some herbs ,a few other knick-knacks, and some traveling money." Rowan tossed the pack over to him. "It's the least we can do for all you and your mom have done for us."

Noah caught the pack, then flinched, as it was a lot heavier than he had expected it to be. Glaring at Rowan, he smiled before reaching over and pulling the mountain lion into his arms. "Thank you, and tell everyone thanks for raising me."

Rowan was still for a moment before he returned the hug. "Ha! I'll make sure to let everyone know. Including Owen."

"Lord, definitely let Owen know. I don't need him haunting me." Noah shudders.

"I will." Rowan shifted his gaze over to where the lake. "So did your mom have any information about the whole dream?"

Noah's ears flipped back as he veered his gaze away from Rowan. "Yeah. It was a guardian of the lake. It's actually one of the reasons you don't see too many Mystics around here. So as long as you don't piss it off you're good."

"Really? Thank god! Everyone always said something was special about that place. Just never believed it!" Rowan sighed. "Thanks Noah."

"Anything for you guys."

Rowan paused for a brief second before he shoved his paws into his pockets. "You have to make sure you come back to see us. We'll need that barrier fixed up in the future."

Closing his eyes, Noah nodded, then smiled, before punching Rowan in the shoulder. "I'll be back, and I expect to see which dame finally laced you around her fingers."

Rowan laughed and shook his head, but that couldn't hide the sadness in his eyes. "Same. Bring back a handsome bloke that can keep even you in check!"

Oh, trust me, I will. Mortimer's voice echoed through Noah's mind.

Hush! Noah bit his lip as he felt heat rise up in his face. "We'll see what happens. Take care Rowan. See you later."

Rowan nodded and didn't say anything. He didn't need to. For someone like Rowan, goodbyes were something you say to someone who you'll never see again. Smiling softly, Noah walked off into the forest without looking back.

At one point in time, Noah had always thought that he would travel for only a few years before coming back to the village. However, since learning he was a druid, everything had changed. There was no guarantee he would ever come back to Crescent Lake again or that he would see any of the villagers. His cottage would most likely rot and everything inside would go to Rowan. The home he once called his own was no longer his, but the road and the world would be his new home.

Sighing softly, the husky stopped after walking for nearly a good thirty minutes. "You can come out, Morty."

"I really hate that name, you know?" Noah ears twitched before flinching at the feel of an arm wrapping around his waist, pulling him into a wall of heat. Staring up, he glared at the dragon. The wings that were once on his back had vanished as of this morning. When he had inquired about what happened to them, he only got out of the dragon was that he used magic to summon them when he needed them.

Chuckling, Mortimer looked down at Noah. "What? You don't look too happy to see me."

"Might be because you won't stop grabbing me up."

Mortimer snorted. "That's not happening. I'm not sure if your mother had told you a lot about us dragons, we are pretty damn possessive over what we consider ours, and Noah. You are my pact mate, and I am yours. Remember that."

The lingering lust and hunger from Mortimer's words made Noah shiver against his hold. "Fuck...what the hell have I gotten myself into..."

Mortimer laughed as he slapped Noah on the back before continuing down the mountain. Sighing, Noah shook his head and finally looked back to Crescent Lake Village, and swore if he could survive he'll come back.

Besides, he needed to see the look on Rowan's face when he brought back an overgrown lizard.