The Dragon Prince: A Dumb Lump and Salty Dragon

Surprise (18+)

Pyrrah smiled as she walked over to her mate, standing by his side and taking hold of his hand. "Guess what a little bird just told me?" she asked playfully. That was quite a rare sight.

Soren simply shrugged. "No idea. What?"

"That it's your birthday in a few days. So, you got any plans?"

"Work," he sighed, "Since the war...I haven't really celebrated my birthday."

She realised that without his sister or father, he had no family to celebrate with. Pyrrah frowned, but had a determined look in her eye. "Well, birthdays are a big deal to dragons. So you're getting something from me. You're my mate after all. What do you want?"

He chuckled lightly, reaching over and stroking her hair back. "I don't need anything Pyrrah, honest."

"Come on, anything? You name it!"

He smiled, leaning over and kissing her cheek. "Whatever you get me, I'm sure I'll love it. Why don't you surprise me?"

She stared at him, a little upset at his indecision, but then huffed a puff of smoke in his face. "Fine. I'll surprise you then."

Turning on her heel, the dragoness walked away, leaving Soren both curious and concerned. With Pyrrah being a dragon, he desperately hoped she wouldn't drop a dead deer at his feet. He'd probably cook it up into a nice stew anyway, but still. If he was familiar with anything, it was a dragon's unpredictability.

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The next few days passed and it was finally Soren's birthday. He received a few small gifts from his close friends, including Rayla, Callum, Ezran, and oddly, Amaya, but Pyrrah hadn't given him hers until he finished all the rest. Even then, her gift was in a small, black box.

She smirked as she gave it to him, watching carefully. "Well? You going to open it or not?"

He stared at her, then opened it, pulling out a thick, black strip of fabric. "It's...a tie?"

"Sort of," she teased, moving closer. "You tie it over your eyes."

"A blindfold?"

She hummed affirmatively. Then, leaning in, she gently kissed his cheek. "Put it on."

"What?"

"Put it on and I'll take you to your present."

"I thought this was my present." He raised a brow, looking at the blindfold again.

"Put it on Soren." She smirked. "Don't you trust me?"

Rolling his eyes, a small smile played on his lips. He slowly brought the fabric up to his eyes, tying it in the back so it'd stay in place. "Alright Pyr, lead the way." Soren held out his hand and felt a soft, smaller one grab onto his own.

"This way."

Soren felt himself being tugged around the halls of the castle, occasionally hearing another guard pass by. The dragoness eventually stopped and he heard her open a door. Being blindfolded, he had no idea where they were, but he followed her inside anyway. She let go of his hand and gently pushed him forward. Once the front of his knees hit what he assumed was a bed, he sat down and waited patiently.

"Alright Pyrrah, I'm ready. What's the surprise?"

Silence.

Only when he heard the click of a door lock did he start to get suspicious.

"Pyrrah, what are you doing?" Soren lifted his hands to remove the blindfold, but gasped once he felt his wrists being pulled away and shoved into shackles. "Wh-what-" Lips smashed into his own, and he moaned into the passionate kiss. He heard his mate's mischievous chuckle once she pulled away. Her presence was absent for only a few seconds before he heard a deep, rumbling purr send vibrations through the room.