My Mate VI: The Fountain (His Love)
Story by CaptainMemes on SoFurry
"...Life is just a candle..."
"...And a dream must give it flame..."
The night was still young.
The Moon had long orbited around Earth, but only partway into its never-ending journey with the Sun.
Hours had passed, but there was still plenty of time left for the celestial body that still glowed moonlight upon the world.
Like in the window.
It shined upon them, now man and drake.
The stack of pillows in the middle were split off into two places in front of the headboard, the man lying face up and with eyes shut as he slept calmly on the right one and the drake on the left, body and face on the pillow on the left side, facing the man as the whole frame was curled a little. The two were covered in a nice and wooly blanket as it engulfed them, especially the human as he wasn't wearing anything.
They were just breathing, slumber after the night's events of eternal matehood, bodies obviously low on energy upon the climax of their first time.
Although, they were still a mess.
The man had clear patches, remnants of pre from their frotting, long since dried up and stuck to the flesh. Although that was only little compared to the drake, who not only had the same stickiness upon his lower breast, but had once fresh ejaculate crusted and now flaking upon his lower half, especially from where his genital slit had opened tonight, his member long since retracted into his body.
It happened.
John Fitzgerald the man and Marlo the psychic drake were now mates, now finally united and one heart, one soul, a pact between them forever unbreakable.
John had the draconic equivalent of a husband, and Marlo was no longer just…Marlo, but now, from this point forward, Marlo Fitzgerald.
Such a gracious privilege was eternal as a name, something to never be forsaken.
This realization dawned on them right when they began to wake up from this moment that was nothing but pure magic from their creators.
Marlo awoke first, the roof of his mouth clicking as his tongue stuck to its roof before relaxing and finally settling on his lower jaw, caged by his incising teeth. However, his eyes underneath the lids no longer saw pitch black darkness as he resumed consciousness, his mind telling him to wake up.
He did as his brain told him, as he peeled his orbs as he twisted his neck towards the ceiling, blue eyes squinting even with no sleep dust in them.
He blinked.
Was…
Was this…John's bedroom?
Wha…
W-Why was he here again? What…
Then…it slowly came to him.
He…
H-He…
H-He mated John.
He mated John.
H-He mated John!
H-He…h-he had a mate.
He was no longer alone.
He…
H-He finally had a family to call his own…
And then…
The night's events came back to him, even though his energy-deprived thoughts moved at a snail's pace.
It all hit him.
All at once.
The mating…
I-It was…
Bahamut…
H-He was new to this, and yet, it was…
It was…beautiful.
John first touched upon his drakehood, the most sensitive part of him, and began jerking his hands gripped around it.
Then, he tasted him, the feeling on his tastebuds not overly repulsed by it, but the moistness was something that he would definitely remember if John was on the receiving end again.
And finally, the mating itself.
His body was simply a miracle of nature. The way it held onto his sacred tool with each straight push of his hips, the magma-like sensation of your lover's insides feeling you…
And each time he removed himself, it he dragged along his appendage, pulling him, wanting him to stay.
And that, he will, forever and ever…
Speaking of which, he felt the fluids of their union on his lower half, his drakehood now disappeared into its sheath.
He remembered.
He saw John get knocked out, and rightfully so, as he had just had this special point of their lives for the first time and his body couldn't handle it any longer and went into hibernation to compensate.
Marlo had then gazed down where they connected, the marking complete, and slowly began to drag his now spent member out of him. His rear legs gained some mobility, although not a whole lot, as the best he could do was to have them bent while they shook akin to feeling a tundra as he backed up and remove himself from his new mate.
His drakehood had long since deflated now that its sole purpose has been fulfilled, the shaft sliding out from his lover's rectum, his life's work dribbling out of him as his sex came out.
However, before that, the head, the thickest part, took some deliberation on the dragon's part, but after a failed attempt, he finally yanked out his burning hot member as it flopped around, flaccid as it was completely coated in white from the dragon's liquid love saved for John. Like a cork from a bottle, once the tip popped out, an excess of the dragon's precious semen leaked profusely out of the man's hole, staining the bed with their essence, the thick fluid now mixed with their touch upon feeling the man's insides.
He didn't remember much beyond that. His deeper side likely changed the orientation of the head cushions to let them finally nap on the bed.
This…
This experience was simply unforgettable.
His touch, his voice, his hands, his mouth upon his, his body, his heat.
It was…
I-It was…
Speechless.
He was speechless.
His heart fluttered upon it all.
He was now this man's mate, one who he would love for all of time.
However, his attention as drawn upon the man letting out a groan.
Like the drake, he began to detach from the realm of the dreams with stretch or two of his spine.
His brows were furrowed as he let out an exhale from his nose and slowly lifted his eyelids, letting out a bit of a groan.
Why?
He felt an incredibly strong and uncomfortable ache in his lower half the entire portion buzzing with fire upon his mind returning to reality.
And worst of all, it all felt numb.
Then, reminiscent memories took shape despite his neurons once leaving him lethargic in pleasure.
He…
H-He…Him…Marlo…
Marlo…
H-He…He…They…
He…
H-He…had sex…with a dragon…a drake…
H-He had intercourse with a drake…Marlo…
It was all fuzzy like cotton stuffing his skull where the brain should be as it came back, ever so slowly, but the sheer impact of it all…
Marlo…uh…mated him.
He was Marlo's…m-mate…
They…
T-They were now partners, souls forever attached as if they were both sewn with the same needle and thread in a tapestry.
And…
And…
H-He could help but feel…
…Happy?
He felt…happy?
Yes…
Yes…he did feel happy…
When was the last time he felt happy?
H-He's never felt this was since…since…
It all started with Marlo.
The dragon, a myth, a legend, sharing a bed with him in bonding physically and spiritually.
And yet, those thoughts of gratefulness that he finally had someone to stand with him were put on the shelf in his mind as he felt phantom memories of earlier in the night.
The drake…
Oh…
Oh Lord Above…
Marlo was…
Amazing…
First of all, his tongue! He felt it entangled with his own in soft kisses, but…on…in him?
In…that way?
God, it was…
H-How could a dragon do that?
He remembered the flexible muscle slither its way into his rearend and open him up in supreme warmness, sensing him all around his wall as he could do nothing but squirm as he couldn't see it and could only feel.
And the sexual intercourse…
It was…
It was a net positive, but it was by no means perfect, as all first times are, as it hurt like hell when he first barged in despite his best attempts at gentleness, and it unfortunately lingered as it went on.
He's never felt such pain in his entire life, and as such, it could never be understated nor forgotten.
However, it slowly withered down into a very dull ache that kept on snapping at him, but the sheer amount of emotion from the axons and bundles of nerve endings were simply astronomical and stellar.
It began to make him feel good, and really good at that. The dragon utterly filled him to his max capacity and gave him a damn great time despite the fact that they'd never done this before.
He even had glimpses of when the dragon ejaculated inside of him as he began to get drowsy, hearing his voice upon an overshadowing sting in his head…
Oh…
It was…
Great.
But it would only get better and better as he got used to the drake's presence that way now that they were together.
Although, he surmised that his hole and pelvic region would widen more with each romp with the dragon.
Oof…
However, what mattered most was that their bond was now official, as the dragon marked him from the inside, as evidenced by the stickiness in between his gluts and a bit of leftover sexual fluid left inside his gut that wasn't flushed out yet.
“Ughhhh…", John groaned, blinking a bunch to get his eyes adjusted to the room as he tried to prop his upper body up with his arms becoming support.
The drake saw the man as he heard his grunt in his earholes, leaning on his bent forelegs, paws flat on the sheets.
Bahamut…
He…
H-He was probably getting to grips with the aftermath of their…
Wait.
He felt it…
In his head…
Oh, that's right…
A psychic dragon, upon mating, creates the everlasting bond between minds after such important and sacred ritual.
And he sensed the inescapable idea that he found it unpleasant.
Did he dislike this?
Was this mating… a…bad memory?
He gained a concerned face upon his maw. He didn't want John to regret it! H-He loved him, and he felt that he loved him back, but…
He spoke.
“John? Are you okay?"
John heard him, but didn't respond at first. He was trying to sit up the bed the best he could despite not feeling any muscle movements in lower limbs.
He let out a deep sigh before responding back, the drake's worrying gaze on his figure.
“I-I'm alright. Although…", he said, obviously laboring, very much likely due to the motor whiplash on his being after such an event.
The next thing he said though made the purple dragon feel even worse.
“I-I don't think I can feel my legs..."
Marlo's scaled eyebrows made a bridge as he gained a frown, regretful.
He didn't want it to hurt him. It was inevitable! How…
How could you indulge in such an act if it meant that you would hurt them every single time?
No amount of licking could ever save him from such a fate.
He felt bad, real bad.
He was ashamed to ever cause such agony, even if it morphed into unhinged pleasure.
He kept on blaming himself, asking how he could've done such a thing.
Not knowing that John began to sense some of those self-directed insults.
Truly sad.
Marlo…felt…bad?
“I-I'm so sorry John. I…"
“No, no. Don't blame yourself. It wasn't your fault. I knew what we were getting into. Besides, I…"
He drifted off as he began to admit that…
He enjoyed being intimate with him.
“I-I liked it. Really, I did.", he said as he drowned in the blues of the dragon's sapphire orbs, ones in which he would be happy to dive into any day.
Marlo heard him and…
He…
H-He liked it? Despite the pain? From him?
Wha…
No, it was honest. He felt it through the link. It was genuine.
Well, he had no doubt that it was not fun at all at the start when you were on the receiving end, underneath a dragon nevertheless, but he…liked the mating despite all of that?
Now that was true love.
Perhaps that is what made the bond ever so stronger, one that was exclusive to such a relationship.
He…
He felt…
Happy…
H-Happy…
He gained a light smile on his maw as he felt the man's kind words.
And…
And…he wanted…to…
He closed his blue gemstones of his.
He opened his mouth a bit as it flew towards the man, whether it was to give a loving lather from his tongue or kiss the man on his warm lips, and…
And…
And…
“No, no. You are not touching me with that until you get some mouthwash."
He heard John deny him as he peeled his lids open upon the man twisting his head to avoid such a contact.
He pulled back his skull, and was…bewildered, baffled.
Confused.
His mouth was slightly open as he let out a blink upon trying to comprehend what the reasoning was, like he was a child seeing a magic trick.
W-Wha…?
W-What?
After acting like John grew a head upon those words being spoke, his eyes then widened.
Oh.
That's right.
“Oh! Uh…heh, heh…" he said, sheepishly and nervously as he looked to his left in embarrassment, redness appearing on his cheek-bound scales. He then took his right paw to brush behind his neck before returning it to the queen-sized bed.
However, the unease was only temporary as his eyes returned to the man he was mated to, maw slowly turned to face him head on.
His…
He…
H-He gained a light smile, the ends of his mouth curving up, showing some of his pearly whites, but still relatively hidden.
Why?
The grin…quivered, but only for a few seconds.
He…
H-He…
H-H-He…
He was filled with…
Warmness.
Happiness.
Elation.
His mate was…
H-He was a light that just kept on shining.
H-He…
H-He has a mate. He was no longer alone anymore, no longer cold, but…
Happy…
H-Happy…
Happy…
His eyes began to get puffy as they blurred a little upon moisture forming on them.
H-He was just so…overwhelmed by…by…
By…
Being complete.
With love.
“L-Love you…John.", he said, voice shaky and emotional with some softness, overwhelmed by his Bahamut-given gift to feel such things.
I-It…
I-It was just so much, he…
He couldn't describe it, he…
H-He…
H-He found his mate, the one his creator chose for him to find.
That person was John. Now his John, just as much as he was his dragon.
John saw it and felt all the swirling roller coaster of eternal happiness. He knew that Marlo held back the wetness forming on his eyes, as he tried to focus on the one who fell for him, that ever so blunt, yet caring and compassionate man.
The one who saved him.
John could only say one thing in return.
“L-Love you too."
Then, he gave the drake a feeling, a touch, something which he forgot all his life until now.
John raised his right hand in a calculated movement and slid it behind the dragon's head.
Marlo's eyes widened like fine china platters.
He…
H-H-H-He…
He felt his…
H-He felt his hand on…
On his left horn.
The second the soft flesh came into contact with the precious bone growing outwards from his skull, he…
He froze up.
H-He…
He…
H-He…couldn't hold it anymore.
The glistening upon his eyes came out as fresh tears of the utmost silent joy, spilling from over his purple draconic cheeks as they splattered on the bed. He tilted his head towards his mate's arm and palm, eyes and body mellow as he melted into his loving touch.
No creature should ever touch those sacred horns except their mate.
And now that he had one, he felt the hardened cartilage be touched for the first time in his life.
John had accepted Marlo as his mate, and he received and accepted him back.
I-It…
I-It just was all too much.
His heart was pounding, exploding out of his ribcage upon his gentle touch, the man witnessing fresh dragon tears splattering on his bare arm.
Marlo truly loved him, more than anything.
The man had long realized that, and the dragon did too.
Then…
He felt the drake lift his right foreleg over him and pressure the mattress from the other side of him as he snuck his left one under him.
He was trying to embrace him.
As such, he obliged.
The dragon drew close to him as John crawled his hands over the drake's amethyst scales and behind his neck as he began to see the pale chest plate of his partner, the drake also drawing him in with his rear legs, bending them to engulf the man as much as he could.
He felt the long and textile tail of his wrap and spiral up his left leg.
He felt Marlo drop his head on its left side above his lying own, a sniffle being heard as he shed more tears upon this soul-changing moment that was true bliss in the circle of life.
However, after some more salty teardrops leaked from his ducts, he closed his blurry eyes, and so did John.
Their hearts beat not as two, but in sync as one.
They then fled into the world of dreams, a beautiful night-lit oasis, hugging in a loving embrace for the first time as mates.
They finally had a home, made from their undying love for each other, for the truest of all attractions care not for differences, nor similarities, for such a thing held no bounds.
It was a blessing to witness such a thing, such an act of compassion, one uncaring of such rules of the mortal coil, for the possibilities of expanding the pantheon of unities was infinite, like the universe.
Humans, a species always driving forwards into the great unknown, and dragons, forever entwined with them as once mere fantasy, and now faithful companions, regardless of how deep a relationship may become.
It was the ability to accept such a once distant fiction as reality, accepting it as a part of yourself.
It was when you overlook what they are and see who they are.
They were a mirror of yourself, of your heart, of your soul.
Yes…
Heart's mirror…
And so, they would see you back, yourself, and yet, not, for they shared your spirit.
Your values.
Your desires.
Your hopes.
Your dreams.
It didn't matter that it was another vessel, for it was one that was a part of you regardless, one in which you openly embraced for all that its worth.
They were now together.
One whole.
This was a brave new world, one meant to be conquered.
Don't dwell in fear, for how were you to realize the truth of it all and reach your full potential otherwise?
Such looks into the future require another, a lover, another piece of yourself.
And so, they would face the unknown together, without backing down, for that was true matehood.
For that was true honesty, and, most of all, love.