Scales and Hooves (BxB) (Unicorn X Dragon)

Ch. 17 Sweet Treats (NSFW)

 Molten walked passed the kitchen table and grabbed another piece of chewy candy from the bright orange jack-o'-lantern bowl that sat in the middle of it. It was Halloween, the 31 of October, just like every other year. He wore a black hoodie and jeans to keep himself warm.

It was around midday and the autumn cold had already crawled into his cold cottage—he was already starting to wear fluffy pyjamas, which no one else ever saw. Not even CJ, with whom he was still sharing the home with.

"If you keep eating the sweets, we'll have nothing for the Trick or Treat-ers," CJ stated, taking a piece of his own.

"If you keep sleeping with my sister under the same roof as me, I'll have to kick you out." Molten replied with the same blank voice.

"You said you were ok with it," CJ said, "so that's on you." Molten turned around.

"Not every second night," he shot back.

"It's not every second night. Besides, I thought you'd understand, having your own chosen one and all," CJ said.

"Don't bring me and Zion into your straight couple stuff." He sighed. "I'm not against you two being together—if anything I'm happy 'Strike has found someone as decent as you, just... do it somewhere else, alright?" He said, draining off the last of his morning mocha. He placed it in the sink as the Halloween themed doorbell out front ran. His brow furrowed as he wondered who it might be. He looked to CJ, who shrugged.

Molten made his way towards the front door and opened it. On the other side was Zion, dressed in a dark jumper and pale scarf.

"You and your surprises," Molten muttered.

"Happy Halloween to you too," Zion replied, reaching up to peck Molten on the cheek.

CJ sighed audibly and passed the two, heading towards his dusty Volkswagen Golf. "We're not done with that," he stated.

Zion looked at Molten. "Don't ask," Molten said dryly. Zion shrugged and headed inside.

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"Finally," Molten sighed. It had gone past 9, and they had run out of sweets. He slouched into the sofa, right beside Zion, in front of the stove fireplace and the on-wall TV. The opening credits to The Nightmare Before Christmas ended as he put his arm around Zion.

"What did you think of the take out?" Molten asked, dimming the lights with a small remote and placing it on the table. Food in Wyrmia had a lot more flavour than Roanian food—in Molten's opinion.

"Different," he said, "but nice." He cuddled into Molten's side. "By the way, I'll have something for you later," he whispered, teleporting a bowl of warm popcorn onto the coffee table.

"And what type of something is that?" Molten asked, seduced.

"You'll see," Zion replied smugly.

Over an hour later, when the movie was finished, Zion disappeared as Molten cleared up the sitting room, popping the kernels with his fire breath and eating them.

Come to the bedroom... Zion said in Molten's head, seductively.

Molten brought the bowl back to the kitchen and headed towards the bedroom. When he opened the door, Zion wore a red and white cheerleader outfit, consisting of a crop top and skirt. Molten's cheeks flushed a dark shade of blue. "Fuck," he whispered, feeling himself get hard. He had always liked Zion's curves, and he had always found skirts arousing—no matter the gender of the person who wore them.

Zion giggled and came closer, closing the door with his gold magic. "Someone seems excited," he teased, putting a hand on Molten's bulge.

"Fuck you," Molten said.

"Well, that's kind of the plan," Zion smirked, putting Molten's hand on his hips.

Molten put his arm around Zion's waist. "You better finish what you started," he said, bringing him closer.

"I plan to," he replied. He turned around and Molten brought him back towards him, so his bulge rested in between Zion's cheeks. He kept his hands on his hips. He could feel an undergarment under the skirt and picked at it with his nail.

"Take it off," he whispered, "I want you bare under that skirt," he said, kissing Zion's neck.

"Yes, Daddy," Zion whispered back, letting out a whimper. Molten moved back as he reached under the skirt and slipped off a red thong. He dropped it on the floor and pressing himself against Molten. "It feels nice to have that off," he sighed, practically grinding on Molten.

Molten smirked. "Prince colours all the way, huh?" He placed his hands on Zion's hip. Zion groaned and grabbed the back of his neck, Molten slid one hand up Zion's torso, under his crop top.

"I like to keep it traditional," Zion teased. Gold magic wrapped around his horn as he chanted something in Roana tongue—the Magic Language mages called it. Zion removed his clothes, and Molten felt a sudden chill as the cool air of his bedroom hit his scales. A shiver ran through him, just before Zion pressed himself against his scales.

Molten started by kissing Zion's neck and nipping at it, getting soft moans from him. Zion moved his hand from his neck to his cheek. "Lay on the bed," Molten ordered. Zion did as he was told and sat on the bed. He sat with his knees bent and separated. As Molten got near him, he saw a clear viscous liquid ooze from his hole. He gave him a questioning look.

"I'm all prepared for you, Daddy," he said seductively. Molten leaned in and captured his lips.

"Are you ready for a ride, Horsey?" He asked in a teasing tone.

Zion moaned. "Always for you, Daddy."