PRISONER: A Paranormal Yaoi Romance

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The next day is spent in a haze of love-making, only interrupted to eat and sleep. They hardly even leave the luxurious four-poster bed. Daeron uses his magic to make banquets out of thin air for the two hungry Dragons. Not only are they ravenous from their time in the pit, but Dragons have appetites like no other because of the fire that burns in their bellies.

They eat as though they have not eaten in months. They take food from one another’s mouths, fingers and bodies. All the while, Anaire is moaning orgiastically. Daeron delights in his pleasure and in the simple act of providing for his mate. He conjures delicacies from all across the globe for his treasure to enjoy- from the sweetest fruits to the tenderest, juiciest of meats. That, he cooks with his own fiery breath, showing off for his pretty mate. Hot blue flame bursts from his throat.

He sears the meat just the way Dragons like best, crispy on the outside and raw on the inside, and then he feeds it by hand to his beloved boy. Finally, after several hours of eating, their Dragon-sized hungers are quenched. Anaire falls back against the pillows with a happy sigh. His belly is pooching from all the food and Daeron smiles as he trails his fingers over Anaire’s rounded stomach. He leans down and presses a kiss to the bulge, at which point, Anaire’s head suddenly jerks up in alarm.

“If I’m your mate, does that mean you can get me-” Daeron finishes his sentence with a smirk, “Pregnant?” The older Dragon’s eyes light up. He loves that idea. He grins mysteriously, “A Dragon’s magic is very powerful.” The boy bites his lip in concern. His eyes fill with worry. He has only just gained his freedom after a lifetime of slavery. There is too much to see and to do. He is not ready to be bound again.

Daeron senses his thoughts and cups his cheek in his palm so that he can look into his eyes. “Your magic is powerful too and it will ever seek to serve you and to bring you your heart’s desires. It will only happen if babies are what you really and truly want, deep in your heart, and not until then.” Anaire’s beautiful smile spreads across his face and lights the inside of the cave. To Daeron’s eye, he sparkles brighter than the brightest diamond.

His bright one. His greatest treasure. “Good! Because I have lots of exploring to do first,” Anaire exclaims, rolling to his feet and walking across the cave. He spreads his arms wide at the view laid at his feet, “I want to see the whole world.” Daeron rolls to rest on his back. He props his hands under his head as he watches his mate move. The seductive roll of those slender hips is calling to him like a Siren’s song. The way Anaire walks ought to be outlawed.

His dick twitches where it rests heavy on his thigh. Blue eyes sparkle merrily as Anaire looks back over his shoulder, reading his mind. He holds up one delicate finger and wags it at Daeron, “No, no. Enough of that for now. Come watch the sunset with me.” Daeron moves to his feet and comes to stand by him. He rests his enormous muscular arm lightly on the boy’s slender shoulders as they watch the sun slide down into the distant ocean.

Their extraordinary eyes can see far, far beyond what a human’s can but even still, it truly looks as though the sun is setting IN the water. The water even seems to shimmer and boil around it as it sinks. Anaire gasps in astonishment. It is the first sunset he has ever seen from behind the city’s tall walls. “Where does it go?” he cries in rapture. The older Dragon, of course, knows the sun isn’t actually sinking in the ocean, but he shields the knowledge from Anaire. He wants the joy of discovery to be his. He smiles down at him, “Why don’t you go and find out?” Anaire nods eagerly.

As Daeron begins to go into a basic flying lesson about the best way to take off and how to catch the air in one’s wings, the boy just grins, backs up and takes a running jump off the edge of the cliff. He leaps out into thin air with his arms outstretched. He plummets towards the ground. Daeron gasps and goes running to the edge to peer over. He isn’t worried that the boy will get injured, he is immortal, but it is still bound to hurt a bit when he finds the bottom. A great ‘WHOOSH!” sends him stumbling back from the edge as enormous wings push a great wall of air back towards him.

They catch the wind and propel the White Dragon’s lean body onwards and upwards. Daeron’s jaw drops as he marvels at the magnificence of his mate. Anaire has not only completed the transformation midair, he has also skillfully caught his own fall. He spins and twirls in the sky, recklessly letting himself fall back towards the ground and then swooping his giant wings open and catching himself with ease.

Daeron shakes his head in bemusement at his mate’s bravery and daring. He shows an incredible natural aptitude for flight. Finally, Anaire turns back towards the cave. He hovers in midair with his wings and arches his neck down towards Daeron. The White Dragon’s face curves into an all-too-familiar cheeky grin, “Well, old man, aren’t you coming with me?” Dark brows rise high in astonishment; old man? The young Dragon sticks his tongue out tauntingly and then whips around and takes off like a shot. OLD MAN?! The older Dragon shakes his head again in astonishment as his body grows and lengthens.

His massive tail flicks out, his neck rises and his giant wings spread until the mouth of the cave can barely contain him. He takes off with one powerful downward thrust, easily and gracefully lifting from the ground. Once airborne, he throws his head back in a great roar of joy. It is like happy thunder. The very earth shakes from the sound. The mountains quake, snow tumbles off ledges, and the trees tremble in a shivering ripple. Daeron flexes his big muscles as he hurries to catch up to the younger Dragon.

He thoroughly enjoys the sensation of pushing them to their limits, stretching them in a way he has not for centuries. His body thrums with joy as he beholds the endless blue sky above him, the green earth below him and all that is between. The world feels new and endless and full of possibility and adventure. The wind rips through his scales as he pounds the air, soaring ever-higher.

Daeron’s wings are larger, but Anaire’s enthusiasm is greater. They are equally matched and stay neck and neck as they race towards the setting sun. Suddenly, the land is gone and beneath them is the blue ocean. He had forgotten the taste of salt spray and the rush of a sea wind under his wings. Daeron looks over to see Anaire.

His mate’s pale body glows with the radiance of the setting sun. His golden scales flicker like fire. The White Dragon looks like a radiant beam of light shooting through the sky. Anaire soars through the clouds as if it was what he was born to do.

Joy is written all over his beautiful face. Daeron’s heart pounds as he watches him. It is almost painful in his chest; aching with love, exploding with joy, exhilarated by the thrill of the chase and the promise of a new day, every day. He is finally free. They both are.