The Mark Of A Dragon

A Moment Of Peace

After standing with Wriothesley still in his arms, he turned to lay Wriothesley back on the bed. "Of course I can show you the collar. You can even try it on if you'd like, puppy. But, I'm going to pull out now, let me know if you feel any discomfort." Neuvillette slowly pulled himself away from his mate, his eyes flickering from Wriothesley's ass to his face.

Having Neuvillette not at his side was somehow deeply unsettling. He reached up to wrap both arms around Neuvillette's neck as he stood, holding on until he was put back down.

Of course he'd known that he'd need to pull out eventually, but that didn't stop the soft sound of displeasure he made when he felt that incredible fullness leave him.

As soon as Neuvillette had pulled out far enough, cum started dripping out beside his dick, and once it was out completely, it turned into a steady trickle, slowly running out of Wriothesley's wrecked, loose hole that was spasming with the effort to keep it in.

Giving Wriothesley's chest a gentle, soothing rub as he pulled out, the dragon stared longingly at the stream of cum that followed his dick out of Wriothesley's gaped hole. Watching wasn't enough for him.

Neuvillette got onto his knees and held Wriothesley's thighs gently, licking up the cum that dripped from Wriothesley, even giving the twitching orifice from which it spilled a few gentle licks.

The sudden emptiness made him feel like he was missing something, and even the cum leaving him was unpleasant.

The sight of Neuvillette going down on his knees to clean up the mess was almost enough to make up for the fact that Wriothesley would still have preferred to have it inside.

Then, he felt a warm lick at his hole, and suddenly he found that he was no longer able to be upset about anything.
He frowned up at Neuvillette, though once again he was a little too dazed to come across with any force and it looked more like a pout. "I want you to at least stay in me when we sleep tonight."

Standing again, Neuvillette's eyes met those of the pouting Wriothesley. "So.. you want me to keep one of my dicks inside you while we sleep? But of course. You can be a good puppy and keep it warm for me while we cuddle and rest. Is that what you want?" Neuvillette teased, licking his lips.

Wriothesley managed to push himself up on trembling elbows, watching Neuvillette as he rose. "Yeah," he confirmed, nodding a little too eagerly.

"... You know, there's rumors that you can read thoughts. I was sure they were exaggerated, but you're really good at knowing exactly what I want, so maybe this is a new talent of yours."

"Reading thoughts? If you want to know, I can. Not very well, sort of just flashes of what someone is thinking, or more commonly, what they're craving. Though, if I focus, I can get more complete thoughts. That's one way I can tell who's guilty." He paused, then chuckled softly.

"Sometimes, I see some pretty ridiculous thoughts, and struggle not to laugh." Neuvillette replied.

Slowly, he picked Wriothesley up again and carried him to the bathroom. Starting the bath, Neuvillette made sure it was a warm temperature before adding the soap to make  bubbles.

Wriothesley wrapped his arms around Neuvillette again, wincing as he was lifted up. But he occupied himself by sucking at his mate's neck, leaving a nice, red mark in its wake. There. Now they matched at least a little.

Neuvillette looked down at the mark Wriothesley gave to his neck, smiling.

"Wait, what? Really?" Wriothesley had been half-joking. Neuvillette sensing emotions alone had been more plausible, but to think he could actually read thoughts.. it would have been unsettling If it wasn't, well, Neuvillette.

Rubbing Wriothesley's back, he watched the bath fill, which it took a little longer than Neuvillette wanted due to how large the bath was. Neuvillette had it this way as he preferred to completely submerge himself.

"Sounds useful. And like a bit of a pain, depending on whose thoughts your reading. You know, I have a handful of inmates that are infatuated with you.."

Wriothesley let himself drift a little again, feeling pleasantly sleepy but not so exhausted that he actually wanted to fall asleep. They had more items on the itinerary for the rest of the day, after all.

The thought of Neuvillette reading the mind of someone who was thinking dirty things about him and needing to keep a straight face made Wriothesley laugh.

"I'm sure their thoughts are ones I definitely wouldn't want to see. Though, who knows. It could give me ideas of what to do during upcoming visits.  Not to mention, I'm sure we'll be having sex even after my heat's concluded. Although, Probably nowhere near as exhausting or physically demanding." Neuvillette replied.

"You don't need them to give you ideas, I have plenty you could draw from," Wriothesley assured, "Though it doesn't seem like you need my help."

For someone who was entirely inexperienced, Neuvillette sure had an easy time getting creative, even when he was half losing his mind to his heat.

His wonderful mind would likely be even more clever without those natural urges to be prioritized. Wriothesley found himself entirely happy to go along for the ride.

The thought of arriving topside and entering  Neuvillette's quarters without any idea of what to expect was thrilling in itself.

Once it had filled, he shut off the water, and climbed in, holding Wriothesley against him still. With gentle pressure, Neuvillette rinsed Wriothesley's stomach off using his power and hands.

"Is the water a good temperature? Too hot? Too cold?" He questioned, gently rubbing the warm, soapy water over Wriothesley's skin.

The bath did wonders to wake him up again, warmth seeping into his sore muscles immediately. He groaned deeply at the feeling, leaning against Neuvillette, into the touch.