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Neuvillette didn't remember the last time he had felt so panicked. During the prophecy, perhaps, as they were desperately trying to save Fontaine from its impending doom.
But even then, it could not compare to the sheer terror he felt as he hurried on his way towards Meropide.
There's something wrong with His Grace. You should come to his private quarters as quickly as you can.
Those had been Sigewinne's written words that he received less than an hour ago in his office. Something was wrong with Wriothesley. His lover, his mate. He wished Sigewinne could have told him more in her notice, but the Iudex guessed it might have been sensitive information.
It did nothing to quell his worry.
The way from the Court of Fontaine to Meropide had never seemed so excruciatingly long before. When finally, the Iudex arrived at the administrative area of the fortress, he forced himself to appear cool and collected, not wanting to alert anyone in the prison about something being wrong with Wriothesley.
The guards let him enter Wriothesley's office unannounced, aware that he was the only one along with Sigewinne that Wriothesley had authorized to do so. Neuvillette quickly climbed the stairs to the main floor and walked towards the small door next to Wriothesley's desk that led to the duke's personal quarters. He knocked quickly and entered.
“Wriothesley?!” exclaimed Neuvillette, not able to hide the concern in his voice.
“In the bedroom!” came Sigewinne's voice from the direction of said bedroom.
Neuvillette quickly traversed the small living room and went straight to the bedroom door that was slightly ajar. He pushed it open and gasped audibly at the sight that graced his eyes.
Nothing could have prepared him for that.
Wriothesley sat on the bed, thankfully looking unharmed and healthy. But atop his head, were horns. Long and curling inwards majestically, blood-red at the base, turning an icy blue towards the tips. His icy blue pupils were now slitted like Neuvillette's, and his ears had become pointed. His nails had turned into sharp claws, black at the tip. Last but not least, growing from the small of his back, resting lazily on the bed beside him was a tail.
A beautiful tail made of white scales and fins like ice.
A dragon, supplied Neuvillette's mind. But how... how was that possible?! And not any dragon; the elemental energy exuding from Wriothesley was on par with his own, oddly similar to... A Sovereign.
“What happened?” asked Neuvillette breathlessly as he slowly approached his mate, eyes roaming over his draconic features.
“We don't know,” answered Sigewinne from her place sitting on the chair by the work desk.
Wriothesley ran a hand through his hair and heaved a sigh. “I've been having a bad fever for the past two days. When I woke up this morning, the fever was gone, and I looked like this.” He gestured to his body.
“Two days ago... since we performed the mating bite?” asked Neuvillette with a frown.
Two days ago, they had celebrated their first anniversary as a couple. Wriothesley had taken the plunge shortly after the Prophecy came to pass, admitting his long-harbored feelings towards Neuvillette. Facing such a heartfelt confession, Neuvillette had quickly realized the depth of his own feelings for his sweet duke. Since then, they have kept their relationship secret from the public, to avoid any scandal. But their love ran deep, and only grew deeper as the months went by.
It had not taken long for Neuvillette to realize Wriothesley was the one for him. That he would be the only one for him. Thus, he had proposed performing a mating bite with Wriothesley, signifying to him how deeply he meant to him. Unfortunately, since Wriothesley couldn't give him his own mating bite, it would be more symbolic than anything else; for their two souls to bind for eternity, they both needed to wear the other's mating bite.
But it had been enough for Neuvillette. Wriothesley was enough, even if he was human. Neuvillette did not regret choosing him as his mate, even though it had meant he would cruelly lose him to the passage of time.
Wriothesley's voice pulled him out of his thoughts; “Yeah. I'm guessing it's not a coincidence. And look.” The duke opened his palm to show Neuvillette something he had been cradling.
The Iudex stepped close enough to his mate to look at the object. Wriothesley's vision. At least, what was left of it.
“Your vision has extinguished itself? Can you still use your elemental powers?” asked Neuvillette with concern.
In lieu of a response, Wriothesley turned his other palm up, and a sphere of condensed ice formed in his hand.
Neuvillette was stunned into silence. He began thinking furiously. As far as he was aware, a vision died only when its owner passed away. For one to die on its own, might mean that the powers awarded by the Heavenly Principles were clashing with Wriothesley's new source of power. It only further strengthened his theory about what was happening to Wriothesley.
“You look like you have an idea of what is happening to His Grace, Monsieur Neuvillette,” said Sigewinne, after the tense silence had stretched on for too long.
Neuvillette nodded. He rested his chin on his knuckles in a thinking pose. He spoke in a contemplative tone as he looked at his lover; “This is pure speculation, of course... but maybe you have always been a dragon. Maybe, for a reason that I ignore, your draconic side laid dormant all this time, and it awakened in response to the mating bite with another dragon.”
Wriothesley stayed silent, absorbing Neuvillette's theory. The Iudex went on to say; “And judging from your cryo powers and the strong elemental energy you're exuding that feels very similar to my own, I'm thinking you might be the reincarnation of the Cryo Dragon Sovereign. He too, like me, had been slain during the war. It is highly probable that he would also reincarnate as I did.”
This time, Wriothesley hung his head low and looked at his hands, adorned with claws. “That's... a lot to take in,” said the duke with a nervous chuckle.
Neuvillette went to sit on the bed next to his mate and he gently held his hand, lacing their fingers together. “I know, beloved,” whispered Neuvillette soothingly.
“So if what you're saying is true, then we should expect His Grace's current appearance to stay like that?” said Sigewinne as she frowned.
Neuvillette looked at his dear Melusine as he answered; “It's hard to tell. I can control some of it. Like my tail, my claws and my scales. They stay hidden unless I wish it otherwise. Wriothesley might be able to control parts of his appearance too, given enough time.”
The only time Neuvillette couldn't control his appearance was when he experienced his heat. But Wriothesley was obviously neither in heat nor rut. He would not be lucid like he was now if that was the case. As for other symptoms...
“Are you feeling alright, darling?” asked Neuvillette with concern as he turned his attention back on his mate.
Wriothesley smiled softly at Neuvillette. He leaned in to lay a kiss on his cheek. “Yeah, oddly enough. Physically, I feel better than ever. It's just... it will take me some time to get used to all of this. And I can't really show myself like this to the whole fortress...”
“That will indeed be problematic,” said Neuvillette pensively.
Sigewinne chimed in; “It will be okay for the time being. When His Grace falls ill, Estienne takes over his duties. I will tell him that His Grace is currently sick, so nobody will question his absence for a couple of days. But if it goes beyond that, we'll have to think of something.”
“Hopefully you will be able to hide most of your draconic features by then,” commented Neuvillette as his fingers glided over the sharp claws.
Wriothesley's hand twitched under the Iudex's touch, but he let him do as he pleased.
Sigewinne hopped down from the chair. “Were you staying for a while Monsieur?”
“I was planning to, yes.” By the time he would make it back to the surface, the workday would be over, so there was not much use going back to his office now. Besides, he couldn't leave his mate like this alone. Even though Wriothesley wasn't in distress, Neuvillette's draconic instincts screamed at him to take care of his mate, to be there for him. If he was to leave, he would only worry.
“I'll go back to the infirmary, then! I have other patients waiting for me. Please come get me if there are any more changes to His Grace!” said Sigewinne.
“Thanks, Sige,” said Wriothesley with a soft smile as the Melusine bid them farewell and left Wriothesley's private quarters.
Silence fell over them, and Neuvillette took the time to admire his mate's new attributes closely. He looked so handsome. He always had been in his eyes, but peering at a fellow dragon appealed strongly to his draconic side.
“You don't think it's weird?” said Wriothesley quietly, a hint of self-consciousness in his voice.
Oh, Neuvillette would have none of that. He moved quickly, pivoting his body and swinging his leg across his partner's hips, straddling him in one smooth move.
Before Wriothesley could do anything, Neuvillette cupped his face and kissed him tenderly, pouring all his love into the press of their lips. The Iudex smiled when he felt his beloved's arms wrap around his waist and bring him closer.
When they broke their kiss, Neuvillette pressed their foreheads together and whispered in the space between their lips; “Nonsense. You are magnificent, beloved. The perfect mate for me, no matter what you look like...”
His words seemed to appease the duke's worry. Neuvillette noted with amusement how his tail began to sway lazily on the bed, seemingly pleased. “Sometimes, I wonder how I managed to steal your heart. You are too good for me, sweetheart,” whispered Wriothesley.
Neuvillette shook his head with a fond sigh, but he didn't rebuke his beloved's words. He knew better but to try and convince Wriothesley that he was worth much, much more than he gave himself credit for.
One of Neuvillette's hands left Wriothesley's cheek to caress the shell of his pointed ear, making his mate shiver under the gentle caress. “I'm more worried that you might be mad at me for possibly causing this,” admitted Neuvillette with a hint of sadness.
Wriothesley's hands left Neuvillette's waist to caress up and down his thighs in slow, teasing caresses. “Silly, I would never be mad at you for that. It's not like you knew. Besides, if you are right, and this... form was dormant in me, it might have manifested itself eventually even without your interference,” reasoned the duke, his slitted eyes looking at Neuvillette with such tenderness and love that it stocked a fire in the Iudex's belly.
Neuvillette recognized it as the embers of lust. How could it be any different, when Wriothesley looked like that?
Neuvillette let his hand travel higher, until his fingers were rubbing curiously at the base of a sturdy horn. Wriothesley groaned at the feeling, and his hands gripped Neuvillette's thighs so hard it would certainly leave bruises.
The Iudex moved his head until he could whisper in his beloved's ear; “I'm glad. But if I am right... Do you know what this means?”
Wriothesley stayed silent, his body tense as he waited for Neuvillette to keep talking. The Iudex playfully bit at the pointed tip of Wriothesley's ear and whispered words that he knew would rile his mate up, would make lust flare up in his veins; “This means we could be together forever. I could love you to the end of time. We could build a family together. I could give you little dragonlings, as many as you want. Would you like that, mate?”
It wasn't just meaningless words; they had talked about possibly having children in the future. Wriothesley had been ecstatic when learning Neuvillette could give him biological children. Though there was no denying that the idea of breeding him also spiced things up in the bedroom.
Wriothesley growled. It took Neuvillette by surprise at how animalistic it sounded. Wriothesley had never made such a sound in the past. The duke's tail wrapped around their waists, trapping them together. He grabbed a handful of silver hair at Neuvillette's nape and forced his head to tip backwards. He latched his mouth right beneath Neuvillette's jaw to playfully bite at his skin, his sharp fangs coming close to piercing his flesh.
“If you keep saying things like that, I won't be able to stop myself from doing very inappropriate things to you right now,” growled Wriothesley against his neck.
Neuvillette smiled to himself, knowing that he had his mate almost where he wanted him. He spoke breathlessly; “Why not? No one will bother us for a while. I, for one, yearn for your mating bite in return to mine. Will you be cruel and deny me what I crave? Will you leave me wanting?”
These words snapped what was left of Wriothesley's restraint. With a twist of his hips, he toppled Neuvillette on the bed and trapped him against the bedding. “You minx. You know I could never refuse you anything when you speak like that,” whispered Wriothesley, lust burning in his slitted pupils.
Neuvillette smiled sensually and brought his mate down in a heated kiss. He moaned when Wriothesley pushed his serpentine tongue past his lips to tangle with his own, just as his calloused hands began to roam aimlessly all over his body, making him loathe their current clothed state.
He wanted their clothes off. Now.
As Wriothesley devoured his mouth like a man starved, making him lightheaded, Neuvillette pulled harshly at Wriothesley's clothes in an effort to get them off. Wriothesley broke the kiss at the sound of one of his vest's buttons getting ripped off.
Wriothesley chuckled. “What an eager little thing you are today, love. I rarely get to see you like that.”
Neuvillette flushed. “Can you blame me? This is all so new. I want to see all of you. Feel all of you.”
Wriothesley pushed himself closer to Neuvillette, forcing his thighs wider apart, and began to lazily roll his hips against Neuvillette.
The Iudex moaned at the feeling of his beloved's half-hard cock against his core through their clothes. Heat began to slowly pool in his belly like the most alluring of promises.
“And I want to take my time savoring you. Be patient for me, sweetheart, and I'll reward you,” whispered Wriothesley against Neuvillette's ear. He nipped at the lobe, making Neuvillette shiver and sink further into the mattress as he submitted to Wriothesley.
He knew his mate well by now. Wriothesley was so stubborn. When he had an idea in mind, it was nearly impossible to make him let go.
So Neuvillette allowed Wriothesley to do as he pleased. He allowed him to remove piece after piece of his clothing and accessories in a torturously slow manner, as if he was unwrapping a present. Every time a new patch of Neuvillette's skin was revealed, the duke would cover it with kisses and bites, all the while never stopping the slow roll of his hips, stocking the fire burning in Neuvillette's belly.
Neuvillette didn't stay idle either. His hands roamed over every expense of skin he could reach as Wriothesley removed the clothes from his own upper body, and the duke groaned when Neuvillette's nails raked down his naked back.
By the time they were both down to their pants only, Neuvillette was so aroused that his underwear was damp with his slick. He could feel his two cocks beginning to emerge from his vent.
Neuvillette grabbed his mate's belt with shaking hands, only to be stopped by Wriothesley holding his wrists. Neuvillette frowned and looked at his mate.
“A little warning. I changed down there too,” said the duke softly. He released Neuvillette's wrists, allowing him to unfasten his belt.
Neuvillette was curious, but being a dragon himself, he had a good idea of what he would be seeing. The Iudex helped Wriothesley out of his pants and underwear, and his eyes immediately locked onto his sex.
Two cocks, just like he expected. They were big, ridged and tapered at the tip. Wriothesley had already been well-endowed prior to his change, and Neuvillette had always loved how full it made him feel when his cock sank deep into his vent. Now seeing two of them... He could feel himself salivating, wanting nothing more but to taste them.
Neuvillette brought Wriothesley up to kiss him hungrily. He nipped at his lower lip, earning a groan from the duke. “Oh... you are perfect, darling,” said Neuvillette breathlessly.
Wriothesley dove in for another kiss, and Neuvillette could sense his gratitude through the press of their lips. Silly duke. There was no need to worry. As if Neuvillette could ever find him anything less than perfect.
The duke broke the kiss to latch his mouth to Neuvillette's neck instead, sucking and biting at his fair skin in the way he knew drove Neuvillette's draconic instincts wild. He whined at the pain-pleasure he felt at the duke's antics, bucking his hips up to silently ask his mate to move things along.
Wriothesley decided to have pity on him. He unbuttoned and pulled on the Iudex's pants, and the latter lifted his hips to help his lover remove them along with his ruined underwear.
When Wriothesley pushed his bare skin flush against him, grinding their cocks together in a slow, teasing pace, Neuvillette whined and shook at the pleasure running through his veins. His cocks fully slipped out of his vent, wet with his slick.
“Look at you, sweetheart. You are gorgeous, and all for me,” whispered the duke as a wandering hand slipped between their bodies to grab at their cocks, adding more friction as they moved together wantonly. Neuvillette looked down, and lust flared up in his veins at seeing the size difference and contrast between them. While his own cocks were blue and average sized, Wriothesley's were blood-red and dwarfed his own by comparison. It drove the Iudex wild with need.
Neuvillette held on tightly to Wriothesley's shoulders and buried his face in the crook of his beloved's neck to muffle his soft moans of pleasure as their hips rocked together. Wriothesley groaned, and his pace faltered when Neuvillette's devilish tongue lapped at the scar of his mating bite, sending violent shivers down the duke's spine.
In retribution, Wriothesley let go of their cocks to sneak his fingers lower, rubbing at the soaked entrance of his vent in a teasing caress. Neuvillette squeezed his thighs against his beloved's hips in a silent request to get those fingers inside of him, but the duke was in a rather playful mood tonight.
“What do you want, my love?” asked Wriothesley with a teasing lilt to his voice.
Neuvillette growled and bit at his beloved's neck hard enough to leave a mark, making Wriothesley groan in pleasure. Neuvillette pushed his hips down against his beloved's fingers, trying to get them inside, but the duke still would not budge.
“Use your words, sweetheart, and I'll give it to you...” whispered Wriothesley, his hot breath against Neuvillette's ear.
Usually, Neuvillette would put in more of a fight before submitting to his mate's demands, but today he desperately needed to feel one of Wriothesley's new cocks inside of him. Neuvillette leaned back to claim a kiss from his lover, and when they parted, he whispered in the space between their lips; “I want to be stretched on your fingers. And then, I want to feel one of your cocks deep inside, as deep as it can go. I want you to breed me...”
He knew it was just talk. Neuvillette wasn't in heat; he wasn't carrying a clutch of eggs, so there would be no chance of impregnating him this time around. But both of them really enjoyed the thought of it regardless.
Wriothesley smiled sweetly. He rewarded Neuvillette with a kiss, and then he slowly crawled down Neuvillette's body until he was face to face with his two cocks, oozing precum. But he did not pay attention to them; instead he dove lower, and lapped at his vent, tasting the copious amount of slick that had seeped out.
Neuvillette moaned loudly and grabbed handfuls of soft black hair, blindly pulling Wriothesley closer, wanting more of those wonderful sensations. The duke complied, and he began eagerly eating Neuvillette out, lapping and sucking at his vent. Neuvillette bucked his hips, forcing Wriothesley to hold him down with a hand over his stomach.
Wriothesley doubled his efforts, pushing his tongue inside Neuvillette's soaked vent, feeling the muscles contract around his tongue as a fresh wave of slick escaped the tight opening. That devious tongue never failed to make Neuvillette go wild with arousal as it mimicked the movements Wriothesley's cock would soon make.
Neuvillette moaned and trashed against the bed as two fingers soon joined that tongue, carefully sinking in his wet heat and thrusting leisurely in and out of his gushing opening. Neuvillette tightened his hold on his mate's hair as he felt an orgasm slowly build up in his belly, taking over all of his senses. He held on as much as he could, wanting to savor the feeling of being spread open in preparation for his mate's cock.
Two fingers soon turned to three, and Wriothesley sped up the pace of their thrusting, plunging them as deep as they could go into Neuvillette's wet walls. The obscene wet sounds they made along with the sound of Wriothesley's tongue lapping and slurping at his vent made his ears burn. Wriothesley's fingers suddenly deliberately grazed that bundle of nerves that made Neuvillette see stars. The Iudex whined at the pleasure shooting up his spine and he could hold on no longer.
Another thrust dead on that pleasure spot was the end of him. He screamed Wriothesley's name as he came, slick gushing out of him to soak Wriothesley's chin and the bedding. He spasmed, his vent constricting tightly around Wriothesley's fingers and tongue. His cocks throbbed and shot their spent all over his own belly.
Wriothesley milked his orgasm as much as he could, thrusting his fingers slowly in a gentle manner until Neuvillette melted against the mattress, shaking and breathless. Only then did Wriothesley pull his tongue out of his vent and wiped the slick off his lips and chin with the back of his hand.
His fingers were still lodged in Neuvillette's vent, and only then did the Iudex realize there were four fingers now inside of him, stretching him wide. He purred at the feeling of being so full. Yet, four fingers were nothing compared to what it would feel like to have one of Wriothesley's cocks plugging him full instead.
Wriothesley crawled back up and kissed him deeply, letting Neuvillette taste himself on his tongue. How filthy, but it somehow reignited the fire inside of him that got sated with his first orgasm.
Wriothesley pulled back to whisper; “You did so well, baby. You taste delicious, as always. I love seeing you lose control like that. I think you deserve a reward now...”
The duke lazily moved his fingers, carefully scrapping his claws against Neuvillette's sensitive walls. Neuvillette's back arched off the bed. He moaned weakly and said; “Sit on the bed. I want to taste you too...”
Wriothesley groaned, eyes flashing with lust as he understood Neuvillette's demand. He pulled his fingers out of the Iudex's soaked vent, and brought his hand up to lick it clean. Neuvillette's cheeks burned at the filthy gesture.
Once he was done, Wriothesley sat against the headboard, and Neuvillette wasted no time crawling between his mate's legs. His gaze locked on those cocks, now an angry red and leaking precum. He closed his hand around one of them, giving it a few experimental strokes. Wriothesley moaned and closed his eyes, clearly enjoying the attention. Neuvillette began to lazily stroke the throbbing length as he leaned his head closer to the second cock to give a few kitten licks on the cockhead, tasting the salty precum gathered there.
Wriothesley bucked his hips with a gasp, and Neuvillette gave into his desire. He wrapped his lips around the tip of the engorged cock and playfully sucked on it, wrapping his long draconic tongue around its girth in a sensual massage.
“Sovereigns, sweetheart, you're killing me with that move...” cursed the duke as he grabbed the back of Neuvillette's head, putting a gentle pressure there.
The Iudex got the message. He relaxed his throat and slowly sank his mouth down as far as he could go, moaning loudly as the tip of his mate's cock hit the back of his throat. Wriothesley groaned and tipped his head back against the headboard, overwhelmed by the sudden heat and tightness around his cock.
Neuvillette sank his nails – claws now, when did they change? - into the meat of Wriothesley's thigh to anchor himself as he began bobbing his head up and down on Wriothesley's cock, enjoying the feel and taste of it as it fucked his mouth. He always loved Wriothesley's cock, but this new version was even more delicious with the ridges catching on his lips every time he sank down on it.
Neuvillette could feel how tense Wriothesley was, how much restraint he exerted not to take control and fuck his mouth wildly. Instead, the duke distracted himself by caressing Neuvillette's hair as he eagerly sucked him off.
Neuvillette moaned filthily when Wriothesley's other hand stroked gently over his throat, feeling the shape of himself as he thrust in and out of his mouth. Neuvillette felt a fresh batch of slick roll down his thighs at how excited he was.
He needed Wriothesley in him. Now.
Neuvillette pulled off his mate's cock with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting his lips to the cockhead. He looked at Wriothesley, only to see the wild look in his eyes. The next thing he knew, he was pulled up into the duke's lap and his mouth was devoured by his fellow dragon. Neuvillette moaned as he felt those cocks nestled between his ass cheeks, so close and yet so far.
Neuvillette rolled his hips against those drooling cocks in an attempt to entice his mate to finally claim him. Wriothesley groaned at his antics, and sank his fangs in the meat of Neuvillette's bottom lip, hard enough to draw blood. Neuvillette whined at the pain-pleasure, and he sank further against his mate's chest as Wriothesley licked at the pearl of blood that seeped from his lip.
When they broke their kiss, Wriothesley whispered heatedly against Neuvillette's lips; “Turn around, baby.”
Neuvillette complied, and with Wriothesley's help, he positioned himself with his back flush with his mate's chest, straddling his muscled thighs. The duke's cocks teasingly rubbed against his stretched vent and the underside of Neuvillette's cocks. The Iudex moaned at the teasing sensation.
Wriothesley presented his hand to him. “Can I have some hydro, sweetheart?”
Neuvillette hastily complied, and summoned a more viscous form of hydro into his beloved's hand. The hand disappeared from view, and judging by Wriothesley's heavy breathing, he was coating one of his cocks with it.
Next thing Neuvillette knew, one of his thighs was grabbed firmly and lifted in the air, which obliged him to grab onto Wriothesley's own thighs for support. And then finally, finally, the Iudex could feel the tapered head of the duke's cocks pressing against his soaked vent.
Wait... cocks??
Before he could say anything, the gentle pressure became more insistent until the head of one of those cocks popped into his vent. Neuvillette moaned at the sudden penetration, his vent clenching erratically around the girth piercing him. Wriothesley stilled with only the head of his cock buried in Neuvillette's wet, pulsing heat.
“Relax,” shushed Wriothesley as he grabbed his second thigh and lifted it as well, shifting Neuvillette's center of gravity, making him unable to do anything but take what Wriothesley was giving him.
And then Neuvillette felt it. The second cock pressing insistently against his already stretched vent, trying to carve its way inside him alongside its twin.
“Wriothesley! You're not supposed to put both in at the same time!” exclaimed Neuvillette, shocked, his words fading into a moan as Wriothesley bit and licked at his nape, trying to make him relax.
It did work. Neuvillette relaxed, and the more he felt the gentle and insistent pressure of that second cock against his opening, the more he wanted it despite his earlier protest. He wanted all that Wriothesley had to offer, to be a good mate for him, to take both of his cocks deep inside his vent.
“I'm sorry, baby. It's just too tempting. I'm sure you can take all of me, hum?” whispered Wriothesley against Neuvillette's flushed skin.
Neuvillette nodded weakly, and he sank his claws in his beloved's thighs, hard enough to draw blood, bracing himself for the inevitable penetration that would follow. He didn't think his body could allow it, but it did. Soon, the head of that second cock popped into his vent, and Neuvillette screamed at the sudden stretch, pain and pleasure mixing in his veins in an addictive cocktail.
Only the heads were in, and he felt so full already. Wriothesley stood still once more, panting harshly against his nape as he let Neuvillette get used to the feeling. When the pain eventually turned into a low dull, the Iudex nodded weakly, and moaned as those two wonderful cocks slid deeper and deeper into him, slowly and carefully.
In this position, Neuvillette could do nothing but take his mate's cocks, and every time they sank deeper into his vent, little whines and moans were punched out of his throat at the uncomfortable, but oh so pleasurable stretching.
“Shh, I'm sorry. But you're taking me so well, sweetheart. Just a little bit more,” encouraged Wriothesley, biting and sucking hickeys into his nape to distract him.
Neuvillette felt like he was going mad. He was stretched beyond his limit, and by the time Wriothesley was settled completely inside him, the Iudex had drenched Wriothesley's lap with his slick, excited as he was by the prospect of being taken apart by his beloved's twin cocks.
“So full... ahh!” moaned Neuvillette loudly, his face burning with a deep flush.
“See? I knew you could do it. You were made for me, after all... My mate,” growled Wriothesley, and his engorged cocks throbbed inside Neuvillette.
“Yes! Yes, yours!!” moaned Neuvillette, completely taken over by lust. He turned his face to the side and saw the flush adorning his partner's cheeks, surely due to the effort it took him to hold Neuvillette in this position and to stop himself from moving. He was waiting for Neuvillette to adjust to his size.
But Neuvillette wanted him to move now.
He claimed Wriothesley's lips in an awkward kiss due to the angle and moaned against his lips. “Wrio, move... take me... Breed me...”
Wriothesley growled again. He pushed forward, and Neuvillette yelped as he suddenly found himself on his hands and knees. Wriothesley's cocks slipped out of him at the brusque movement, and Neuvillette whined at the sudden emptiness. He need not to, as Wriothesley grabbed Neuvillette's hips and yanked him closer, burying his cocks in the Iudex's gaping vent in one smooth move, as deep as they could go. Neuvillette screamed and collapsed on his forearms at the feeling of being so full once again, delighting in those wonderful cocks throbbing inside him.
Wriothesley cursed. He grabbed one of Neuvillette's hands and brought it to rest on his stomach. “You're so tight and wet, so good for me... Can you feel how deep I am in you?” whispered the duke breathlessly.
Sovereigns, he did. He could feel his stomach bulging a little from the shape of his mate's cocks. Neuvillette moaned filthily. Wriothesley didn't give Neuvillette time to breathe. He started to move his hips, slowly at first, testing the give of Neuvillette's vent. The friction was maddening. Neuvillette was so full, those ridged cocks were rubbing against all of his pleasure spots every time they sank home.
He wanted more. Neuvillette pushed his hips back, wordlessly begging his mate to take him harder, to pound him into the mattress until he forgot everything but this maddening pleasure coursing through his veins.
Wriothesley delivered. He grabbed Neuvillette's nape, pinning his head against the mattress, forcing his back into an sensual bow. He picked up the pace, snapping his hips against Neuvillette's ass almost savagely, precum and slick seeping out of Neuvillette's vent with every thrust. The room was soon filled with the filthy sounds of their wet fucking and their moans and groans of pleasure.
Neuvillette was so overwhelmed with pleasure that he didn't realize his tail had materialized before Wriothesley had grabbed the sensitive base of it, using it as a rein to yank his hips back every time those two cocks thrust deep inside him, grazing his sweet spot with deadly accuracy.
Neuvillette moaned loudly, and a second orgasm was pried out of him. He came all around Wriothesley's cocks, his spent soiling the sheets beneath him.
Wriothesley groaned at how tightly Neuvillette's vent gripped him, and he kept fucking him through his orgasm. Neuvillette whined as he quickly grew overstimulated, tears gathering at the corners of his eyes.
The duke slowed down the pace a little, thrusting shallowly inside Neuvillette's twitching heat, allowing him a reprieve from the pain of overstimulation. The hand gripping Neuvillette's hip went to his ass instead and spread his cheeks apart, giving Wriothesley a full view of his puffy vent stretched wide around his cocks. Neuvillette flushed shamefully at feeling his mate's heated gaze glued on where they were so intimately connected.
Wriothesley's thumb stroked over the wet, abused rim, and Neuvillette moaned his name weakly, his own cocks dribbling cum over the sheets. “You are perfect, baby. You should see yourself, taking my cocks so well. You are the most beautiful thing I've ever laid eyes on. Keep singing my name like that,” groaned Wriothesley lustfully, his cocks twitching inside Neuvillette.
The flush on Neuvillette's cheeks deepened. Wriothesley knew dirty talk and praise were his weaknesses and he made sure to use this knowledge to his advantage to rile him up again. Neuvillette tightened around Wriothesley's cocks and more slick seeped out of his abused vent.
Wriothesley leaned over Neuvillette, and gradually resumed the quick pace of his hips as he whispered sultrily in Neuvillette's ear; “Can you be a good mate and come for me again?”
“Yes, I'll be good... Please, Wrio... breed me...” begged Neuvillette, tears of overstimulation finally rolling down his cheeks.
Wriothesley licked his tears away and whispered; “Yeah? I'll pump you full of my cum until you are round with our little dragonlings. Is that what you want?”
Neuvillette moaned loudly, pushing his ass back against his mate's hips, chasing more of that intoxicating pleasure. Wriothesley complied with his silent wish. He wrapped an arm around Neuvillette's waist and yanked him up, his other hand wrapping loosely around his neck to keep him upright.
And then, Wriothesley began fucking him savagely, his cocks driving hard and fast in Neuvillette's wet heat, deeper than he could have thought possible. He lost himself in the overwhelming pleasure, his tail trashing against the bed and his claws sinking in his beloved's arm as he shook. Neuvillette whined and cried his mate's name over and over again, coming dangerously close to a third orgasm.
It didn't help that Wriothesley was nosing against his neck and whispering filthy praises in his ear, holding him up with a surprising show of strength.
“Wrio... I'm – I'm close!” whined Neuvillette, moaning as those cocks kept stroking his pleasure spot repeatedly.
“Yeah, me too... Can you take my knots, I wonder?” said Wriothesley breathlessly, licking over the spot on Neuvillette's shoulder that mirrored the one where Neuvillette had performed the mating bite on him.
...Knots? Would they fit? Neuvillette was so far gone, so deep in his pleasure that he couldn't bring himself to worry about it. All he cared about was being plugged full and filled to the brim with his mate's cum, to be bred and sated.
He could feel them; the knots bumping insistently against his drooling vent every time Wriothesley sank home.
“Yes... yes! Breed me... mate me!” whined Neuvillette, forcing his body to relax and try to accept the two knots in his body.
“Your wish is my command, my love.” It was the last thing Neuvillette heard before those knots forcefully popped into his vent, pain and pleasure taking over his body in a heady cocktail. At the same time, Wriothesley viciously sank his fangs in Neuvillette's neck in a mating bite.
Neuvillette screamed, and his body seized, overwhelmed by all the sensations washing over him; how deep Wriothesley was, how widely his vent was stretched around the knots plugging him full, the warm cum filling his insides and the pain of the mating bite.
It was too much for Neuvillette. He came hard, squirting around his mate's cocks, and his own cocks ejaculated a pathetic amount of cum onto the sheets in a valiant, last effort.
When he finally came down from his blissed out state, shaking and overstimulated, Wriothesley's cocks were still throbbing and cumming inside him in short spurts. Neuvillette whined weakly at how warm and full he felt as he leaned back against his mate's chest. Wriothesley was busy cleaning the blood around the mating bite, soothing the twin wounds with his tongue.
Wriothesley moved them gently until they laid on the bed with the soft pillows under their heads, so they could rest in a more comfortable position while they waited for the duke's knots to deflate. Neuvillette sighed in pure delight as Wriothesley nosed at his neck and laid soft kisses on his damp skin, while one of his hands softly caressed Neuvillette's slightly bloated belly.
Neuvillette began to purr. He was content and sated. He could safely say this had been the most mind-blowing round of sex he had ever experienced. While Wriothesley had always taken care of his needs in his mortal form, to have his mate be a dragon like him satisfied all of his draconic instincts that, unfortunately, had always felt like there was something missing up until now.
“Sorry baby. I went a little bit overboard. I hope I didn't hurt you,” whispered Wriothesley softly as he peppered soft kisses all over Neuvillette's shoulder.
Neuvillette hummed and shook his head sleepily. He covered Wriothesley's hand on his stomach and laced their fingers together. “No, my love. You were wonderful. I would have stopped you if you were hurting me,” reassured Neuvillette.
“Good. I'm glad,” answered the duke quietly.
Soon, Wriothesley's knots deflated enough that he could slip his cocks out of Neuvillette's vent. The latter grimaced as he felt slick and cum ooze out of his sore entrance to roll down the inside of his thighs. Wriothesley noticed his discomfort. He grabbed a towel lying on the nightstand. Neuvillette wet it with a burst of his powers, and he sleepily laid there as Wriothesley took to gently clean them both up. He was especially careful as he cleaned the mess between Neuvillette's thighs, knowing how raw he must feel.
Once he was done, he dropped the towel on the floor and they both sank under the sheets, Neuvillette nestled close against his mate's chest, purring in delight as those strong arms wrapped around him in a warm embrace. Their tails intertwined together, just like their legs did.
“I love you, dearest,” whispered Neuvillette sleepily against Wriothesley's chest.
His forehead was kissed and Wriothesley whispered back as he tightened his embrace; “I love you too, sweetheart. My mate...”
Neuvillette smiled. Yes. They were both mated now, as dragons. Neuvillette would get to spend the rest of eternity with his beloved at his side. He didn't know how he came to be this blessed, but he was thankful.
He fell asleep with a smile on his lips and a promise of eternity at his mate's side.