The Mark Of A Dragon

Again

"Mhm, very good." Neuvillette kissed Wriothesley's lips, rubbing the other's chest slowly, tenderly and sensually. "Are you ready for round two, puppy? Do you think you can handle it, my good boy?" Neuvillette asked, leaning forward to breathe into Wriothesley's neck and ear with a grin.

"... I'll tap out if I pass out, not a minute sooner." Wriothesley replied, which would have sounded cocky if he didn't still have that shake to his voice. He did genuinely mean it. Even if his stamina was merely human, he'd take all Neuvillette was going to give him until his dragon was satisfied.

Listening to Wriothesley's words, Neuvillette nodded. "I'll try not to go so rough with you to the point you pass out, I want you to be able to hear and see me while I ruin you." Neuvillette smirked, growling in what he thought was a seductive manner.

He brushed his fingers through Neuvillette's hair, noticing how even now it wasn't tangled at all. Still perfect. Meanwhile Wriothesley was already a mess. Figures.

"... It'd be kind of sexy if you did fuck me that hard though," Wriothesley pointed out. He wasn't pouting. He was a grown man with an important job and responsibilities, and he did not pout.

He just genuinely enjoyed the idea of Neuvillette ruining him so thoroughly he passed out... and then probably continuing as soon as he was awake again.

"Could always splash me with some water if that happens." If this wasn't Neuvillette, he would have never agreed to even half the things that suddenly sounded incredibly appealing to Wriothesley.

The way Wriothesley's voice quivered definitely turned Neuvillette on, and the addition of Wriothesley's hand in his long, white hair only added to it.

Sure, in the moment, Wriothesley may not have appeared as pretty or as neat as Neuvillette, but the rugged, slightly disheveled appearance of his lover made him all the more eager to fuck him again.

To be completely at the mercy of someone like this would have been entirely terrifying. But, over the course of their friendship and the courtship that followed, Wriothesley had come to realize that Neuvillette was the only person he trusted fully and entirely.

Even when he was struggling against his instincts, even when he had just bitten down into his neck so hard that Wriothesley was pretty sure he had hit bone.

Neuvillette still had blood on his face, too, but somehow still managed to look regal.

"Yeah? Maybe I will be that rough then," He teased lightly. Neuvillette heard the faint element of want and desire in Wriothesley's voice.

"Any specific position you want, puppy? Anything you want to try before I entirely lose control, and with no hesitation or remorse, fuck you stupid?" Neuvillette asked, holding onto one of Wriothesley's arms and rubbing it gently.

Wriothesley bit his lip at the question, a dozen different ideas shooting through his mind instantly. Anything more elaborate would have to wait until Neuvillette got the initial breeding out of his system. "... This is good," He whispered, "it's good getting to see you. Just.. eventually, up against the wall? I'm pretty sure you could hold up my entire weight with just your dick. Fuck, you're strong."

"Against the wall? Of course." Neuvillette gave a silent chuckle. "Of course I'm strong, I'm a dragon." He paused, reaching out and cupping Wriothesley's face with a hand. "I love you, Puppy. And I thank you for.. everything."

"Three might mean we need a healer on standby.." Wriothesley murmured to himself, reaching up to wipe some of the blood off of the corner of Neuvillette's mouth. "You're already the biggest I've taken."

That suggestion made Neuvillette's eyes go wide, but then he smiled, now craving to be that rough.

Wriothesley smiled and turned his head a little to press a kiss to Neuvillette's palm. "I love you. Now, make me forget how to talk again."

A cocky challenge he might come to regret, but he did smirk at Neuvillette anyway, only faltering once his lover moved again. Wriothesley closed his eyes and breathed deeply. It was a little easier now that he had adjusted to the size, but that slow drag inside him was still that intoxicating mix of pleasure and painful.

Neuvillette leaned forward, making sure his dick was still entirely in Wriothesley before starting to move once again, slowly and gently. Neuvillette made sure to monitor Wriothesley's facial expressions, now that he could see the other's face.

Moving at a slow, steady pace, Neuvillette peered down at Wriothesley's dick, again starting to teasingly poke at it. The skin itself was delicate and soft, and Neuvillette rubbed it gently, admiring it.

"When you do really want to try taking all three, I'm sure I can arrange for a healer to stand outside, unless I'm too far into my heat and I'm unable to arrange that because of my state." Neuvillette smiled as Wriothesley wiped away the blood from his mouth. He grabbed the other's wrist, then licked the blood from Wriothesley's fingers.

"I'm not surprised. You know, you taste good." Neuvillette lifted his other hand that still had traces of Wriothesley's cum on it and licked it off, doing so with a growl. "I'll do exactly that, make you forget how to talk.  Don't be afraid to be loud either, I don't care of someone hears. You're mine, bad that's just proving that."

Neuvillette was so effortlessly sexy that it was unfair. Wriothesley's composure didn't stand a single chance against this.

He was sure that this image of his dragon, licking cum off his fingers while still covered in blood from marking him, would remain burned into his memory forever. For lonely nights when they were both busy and Wriothesley had to get himself off. It was inevitable.

Neuvillette leaned more forward, pressing his lips to Wriothesley's and kissing him deeply and passionately, speeding up his movements slightly. "I've claimed you and nobody can take you away from me. You're my puppy."