Guarded by waters [wriolette]

Chapter 5 - Within Early Dawn Dreams

Notes:

Hey, I'm back again. Took longer than I thought to get this one out. Life threw a curveball at me, but that's how life is sometimes.

Anyway, this chapter starts off with some spice so this fic finally starts to earn its E rating, and we start to see what happens when a monsterfucker writes a/b/o. This amounts to Neuvi having some interesting anatomy. More or less he's intersex in a way and has both genitals. You know. Just Omega Dragon Things~

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Rough hands card through Neuvillette's sweaty hair, pulling it from his nape. Ticklish strands replaced by the brush of fangs and a phantom promise. The Dragon's claws carve through his fancy bedsheets as Wriothesley's fangs find purchase, but not where Neuvillette desires that mark, the one that will bond them together, the most.

No, instead Wriothesley teases. Prolongs their mating bond by nipping playfully along Neuvillette's shoulder. Tongue slipping over pale skin and iridescent scales to soothe over the bites and taste the sweat off of Neuvillette's heated body. Those rough palms path down Neuvillette's torso, blunt nails dragging right down to the Dragon's hips, where one hand stays, gripping possessively and pulling the Omega flush against the Alpha. Neuvillette has never been savored to this degree, this worshipfully, ever.

He wants more. He wants everything his Chosen mate can offer.

He wants Wriothesley.

"Wriothesley-" It's a croon, sweeter than any songbird, to say the name of his mate after all this time. After all these centuries of searching and waiting and longing. "Wriothesley, Please. Please, Beloved."

That beautiful, rumbling purr starts up in response to Neuvillette calling Wriothesley's name. The Omega can feel it in the Alpha's chest where they're pressed flush. Drowning each other in lust and love and sheer affection.

Wriothesley soothes Neuvillette with more soft, gentle licks up his shoulder and neck, though his hold on the Omega underneath him is anything but. It's possessive, like Neuvillette is a treasure long sought. That's perfectly fine with him.

It pleases the Draconic blood that flows through him. That which demands he covet and be coveted. Dragons love fiercely, after all. Their mates are their greatest treasure.

"Wrio-" Neuvillette starts to demand but is cut short by a moan as his mate pushes his free hand between his legs, to feel where the soft scales there start to split open.

Rough fingers trail over the seam of the Dragon's slit, curious and eager to explore, coaxing pleasure out of Neuvillette unlike anything he's ever earned from his own hands. The sheer euphoria of having his mate close, his mate touching him.

Neuvillette's hand finds that large, rough hand between his legs, pressing his fingers down over Wriothesley's so they dip deeper inside. Sinking barely into his wet core but sending an eager hunger for more shuddering through the Omega.

"Like this, Mon Ange, like this," he instructs through breathy gasps as Neuvillette shows Wriothesley how to touch him, and his Alpha proves to be a quick study.

Neuvillette's head falls back to rest on his Alpha's shoulder, turning his face to mouth at Wriothesley's jawline. His hips moving to meet the now confident press of Wriothesley's fingers deep inside. It feels wonderful, but the Dragon is greedy and craves more.

"Wriothesley," Neuvillette begs, pleads, his hips moving quicker of their own accord.

To entice his mate to join with him or to chase his own release, Neuvillette isn't quite sure anymore. The Omega's focus falls on nothing else but that floodgate holding him back from reaching sweet relief. Rutting his hips, a needy whine building in his throat-