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In a foresight, Nibelung doesn’t know – doesn’t even remember – how this all happened.
The beech burning in the fireplace, if circumstances were different, would warm him just enough; if not for how corroded his body became, even in this form, with limbs darkened and face not sharing any of the warmth it had before.
He didn’t even remember properly how that wretched thing got into the chamber – but here was Phanes, sitting on his bed now. He was well aware of his presence in the room.
The staff–sword– was held against his back, poking him slightly, as Nibelung sat here, facing the fire. The touch was electrifying – he wondered if he should turn and throw the weapon out of the Usurper’s hands, or if he should stay still. A strike in spine wouldn’t be deadly, not one like this and this isn’t what got the dragon king worried; but Phanes was definitely playing something, a messed up game – leading his own rhythm in this dance of destruction and Nibelung wondered if it was smart enough to follow. He swallowed, feeling the staff slightly move, lowering slowly, until it rapidly came upward. Nibelung tucked a sharp breath, letting his composure slip for a second.
He should’ve– Aeons above, he had an upper hand here, didn’t he?– done something, anything, to stop the man; he should just crush him, and yet.
He decided to indulge Phanes in whatever he was doing for now. Two can play this game.
Nibelung turned his face around, the vertical iris fixating on the illuminated figure as he blinked. The chamber– His mind– was plunged so deep into the darkness, physically, that Phanes really seemed to stand out, giving light to guide others – but it was just a mere illusion so he could play a hero that he wanted everyone to see.
The dragon could tell that despite wings covering the Usurper’s eyes, he was observing him very carefully, scanning the human-like body with interest – or at least, that’s how Nibelung interpreted it, given all he could see of the Usurper’s face were slightly furrowed brows and that smile, dismissive and daring. Like he didn’t care for the suffering he bought them.
„I would say, if not for these features, you’d make a handsome person. But they– You poison it. The perfect image of humans.”
Nibelung felt his right eye twitch.
Even when donning a disguise of a human, he wasn't trying to fully pass as one – the tail, horns, split eyes and fangs and claws, a face that got more and more uncanny as you looked at it, they were all a stark reminder that this was a dragon king and not just some human of high status.
Being called “nearly human” was not as much of an insult to him as the Usurper would have thought. But oh, this thing loved to judge everything by its own lights.
And how much poisoning this ‘perfect’ imagine of humans that Phanes adored would be just satisfying. Claiming what’s not yours can go both ways, after all.
„Pray tell, why are you here? I don’t think you’d seek my company just to chat, or that you’d seek it at all, no?” he asked finally, after chewing the words in his mind long enough to decide he won’t reply to Phanes’ last comment; it was a bait he didn’t take.
The sword retreated, thrown somewhere behind them with a soft thud – and then, instead of answering, Phanes shifted closer, his arms wrapped around Nibelung’s shoulder, pressing his body against the dragon’s back. Nibelung visibly tensed. Hands quickly closed around his larynx.
Instantly, the king moved – he tried to grab the Usurper, switch their positions by throwing him around his shoulder, put that scum in his place, but Phanes was faster. As he dodged, in a few swift yet powerful moves, the blond managed to pin Nibelung under him, straddling the larger man’s thighs. The hands found their way to dragon’s throat yet again, pressing roughly as Nibelung still trashed under him.
What a pathetic look it must've been, the king of all dragons pinned by an Usurper on his own bed – bizarre too. He should be more than glad no one else was here to witness it.
Nibelung tried to move again, sitting up a bit – the push on his throat restricted breathing, but he was still conscious enough – suddenly, he stopped, eyes widening. The realization must’ve been what made the Usurper retreat his hands too because–
Phanes was hard. Their wrangling session made him hard. Nibelung could feel it as he straightened up. He looked at him with a baffled expression.
„You–” Nibelung spoke, disbelief mixed with disgust, „This turns you on?”
Phanes hummed, “I'm afraid this ought to happen when one is wrangling with another man, who’s wearing nothing more than a linen shirt, so they can perfectly feel him.”
To prove his point even more, he rocked his hips once, a soft gasp that almost couldn’t be heard escaping his lips.
„This is why you’re here? Seeking company of an enemy for pleasure like a common whore?” the dragon spat out the words, not even sure if he was more angry or shocked at the situation unraveling in front of him, “Or are you depraved enough that choking someone gets you off?”
„Humans, if it wasn’t clear to you, just simply react to such stimuli. They enjoy having sex. Unlike your kind…”
He trailed off, head shifting in a way that Nibelung could interpret only as the Usurper looking attentively at the thrashing dragon tail, clearly irritated.
The smirk on Phanes’ face only widened.
„Now, dragon king…” the title, with sarcasm seeping through the words aside, felt so wrong coming from the lips of the Usurper, “Wouldn’t that be an interesting experience for you?”
Nibelung was well aware of the way Phanes straddled him, the feathered wings giving some shelter and privacy to them both – from who exactly, he didn’t know. Maybe his own shame and the thought of his children. The man put a hand on Nibelung’s shoulder; the skin was soft, warm, but not as hot as some dragons’ could get.
“We only mate to bring offspring to this world,” the dragon deadpanned.
Phanes snorted.
“Shame. I don’t think I can give you children.”
Nibelung’s face twisted with a mix of disgust and anger, “You’re crazy,” but the grip on Phanes’ pelvis– he wondered when he exactly put his hands on it, must’ve been an impulse– didn’t falter; quite the contrary, the claws dig deeper the skin of man above him.
“No more than you or your filthy kind,” the Usurper’s mouth was a thin line as he tilted his head.
You vermin, Nibelung opened his mouth to speak, but instead, Phanes seized the moment and lunged forward, crashing their lips together, thus silencing the dragon. The man shifted his weight, pinning Nibelung into the ground with full force, even if the king’s current form was still significantly taller than the Usurper’s. One porcelain-like hand was kept on the shoulder, while the other squeezed the dragon’s side, just where ribcage was.
The kiss wasn’t sweet or even slow– Nibelung didn’t expect that treatment from this thing, anyway–as Phanes bit the other’s lower lip, drawing thick, dark blood.
He shuddered as he tasted his own blood while pushing his tongue into the man’s mouth. The tongue, long and forked, with its sandpaper texture explored Phanes’ mouth and teeth. Flat, not made for tearing flesh apart easily; and yet here they were, connected by a string of saliva mixed with blood when the blond pulled away.
They kissed again, open mouthed; Nibelung felt as their spit, mixed, was dripping from their mouths, onto the messy overgarnment he was wearing. Phanes’ hands kept groping at his shoulder and side, but then they slowly began to wander – one downward, the other upward, meeting at his chest. The fingers started to fiddle with the buttons, and after a few moments a hand slipped under the bliaut. A touch so fleeting, because as quickly as fingers brushed over Nibelung’s chest and nipple, they were gone.
Panting, Phanes tried to grind against Nibelung. The dragon, in answer, bucked his hips instinctively, meeting their crotches together, which resolved in a shaky gasp from the blond – Nibelung, instead, gritted his teeth.
Such a pitiable state he was reduced to by the Usurper.
“Eager now, are we?” the winged one breathed, grinding once again.
“Speak for yourself, you…,” Nibelung’s words died in his throat, reduced to just a growl no other creature in this or any other world would be able to make.
They both can – and will – destroy each other.
Is this not just another way?
Nibelung closed his eyes for a brief moment, painfully aware of their hot bodies pressed against each other, of their erections and every small movement Phanes made just to rile him up; he really expected that in these few seconds, the man hovering above him would try to choke him again, smash something on his head, stab him, but he did nothing.
So now, he was the one to take advantage of it, just like in a normal battle – where one hesitates, the other wouldn’t, turning it to their favor. The dragon’s patience was wearing thin.
“I’ve had enough of your games,” Nibelung said finally and that was his last thread of sanity gone; he pushed the Usurper off from his lap and quickly found himself towering over the man, for the first time this night; Phanes for sure did not expect that, yelp escaping his mouth as he was manhandled. While one hand was still kept on Phanes’ hip, claws definitely leaving marks, the other grabbed his jaw, making sure Phanes looks directly at Nibelung.
“We only mate to bring offspring to this world”, the Usurper mimicked Nibelung’s voice and words, taunting him, despite the bruising grip on his jaw, “then what are you trying to do right now? You truly are nothing more than a beast, aren’t you? Animals like you wouldn’t pass an opportunity to br–“
The dragon silenced him with a hungry kiss, pushing his tongue into the velvety mouth once again. He could hear and feel the man underneath him gag as the long tongue just went deeper, trying something new.
“You talk too much,” he muttered after the tongue retreated, between shorter kisses, and the grip on Phanes’ jaw didn’t falter at all. If it won’t break the pristine skin, at least it will leave it bruised. Good.
With the other hand, Nibelung reached for the belt of his bliaut and undid it in one swift motion, shedding the overgarment – now slightly dirty, unthought of a High King among the dragons in any other circumstance – and tossing it somewhere behind him. Phanes rocked underneath him, hoping for any friction – thighs brushed against Nibelung’s bare erection, half-hard, heavy pre-cum beads already forming on the tip. An Abyss-corrupted hand grabbed the ankle to keep him completely in place.
Only then the hand on Phanes’ jaw retreated; Nibelung leaned back, straightening up and looked at the Usurper sprawled underneath him, chest heaving. Fuck, his own breathing was uneven; he could hear the rush of blood and ringing in his ears, already sensitive as they were.
But Phanes was too overdressed. In fact, his figure was still fully clothed – Nibelung wasn’t as considerate with the clothes of the Usurper as with his own, opting for simply tearing them apart. Too complicated and too many folds, anyway. The man was to protest, his swollen lips already ready to snarl back at the dragon, but what Nibelung did instead– he lunged forward, biting a sensitive spot on Phanes’ throat. Hard. He could taste the blood on his tongue. Any words Phanes had, disappeared, turning into a loud moan.
The man’s hands reached for the dragon on top, mapping their way up, touching the dragon’s spine, dragging fingers across each vertebra. Nibelung breathed out, hot air hitting the sensitive skin of Phanes’ neck, already marked. The dragon whimpered.
Nibelung stilled, his body as if frozen, taken aback by the sound he just made. In this time, Phanes’ hands found their way to the top of his head, pulling at the horns, forcing his head away from the Usurper’s neck. A growl escaped his lips, drops of saliva left not only on the neck but also Phanes’ chest as the mouth retreated.
While one hand gripped one dragon horn tightly, the other stroked the second, fingers going back from the horn base to the tip, nails scraping the horn sheath; for the first time this night, the Usurper’s actions could’ve been considered gentle – as gentle as this could be, because, oh, it was driving Nibelung crazy.
Their members brushed together, twitching at the touch. Phanes let go of one horn, instead opting for taking both cocks in his hand. Which, to be fair, was quite a challenge – Nibelung was huge, the pristine hand could barely hold them both together. Biting his lip, he gave them a few strokes, resulting in a moan escaping from Nibelung's lips. A finger slowly dragged across the tip.
Phanes snorted, which shortly turned into a raspy laughter. Despite that, the tremble of irritation was still clear in his voice, “Just fuck me already, you– you bastard– or I might just get the work done myself.”
“And why do you think– Ah– think we’ll be going at your pace?” his own body betrayed him, a small moan escaped his throat as Phanes tugged on the horn with his other hand. The stimulation was becoming a bit too much.
„Still fighting yourself? Hah– That’s just self-inflicted torture.”
And fuck, this vermin was actually right. For once.
He was so, so achingly hard. And fighting the primal urge to just fuck–breed – the man below him, even though he himself never even had an urge to take a mate nor he ever needed to; same went for fathering a clutch – his people were his children, even if metaphorically. That was enough for him.
And yet.
Here he was, with the Usurper sprawled out on the sheets – the man he hated the most, the one he should just kill – as Nibelung was to lay him.
The blond couldn’t even get pregnant, and yet, pleasant images of breeding him flashed in Nibelung’s mind. He must’ve been sick. Gone insane… but the thought itself turned him on incredibly.
It could’ve been the stress and anger in his body. The Abyss. Yes, that was definitely it – all three of it – making him act like that. Irrationally.
He took a shaky, deep breath; Phanes’ breathing was just as uneven as Nibelung’s, his thighs resting on each side of the dragon, spreading just enough. All for the king to take. Nibelung took his cock in his hand – he hissed as his claws brushed the ridges and nodules on the underside, aligning it with the entrance of man below him.
What left Phanes’ mouth as Nibelung slid into him in one motion could be described only as a wail; and Nibelung, in return, moaned loudly as he bottomed out in the blond.
One of the pasty hands let go of the horn, falling on the bed, gripping the torn clothes in frantic motion, trying to grab anything and relieve the pain; the second held onto the horn, causing slight discomfort for the dragon – everything felt good and wrong at the same time. He barely fit in Phanes.
„You– You fucker– You beast, how do you even– Hah– Fucking mindless animal, you only know how to breed– It– Hah! – Hurts,” Phanes gasped, mumbling as he tried to accommodate to the size of the dick inside him. Nothing from the cocky façade from before was left now. Good. Don’t he dare think he’ll get only pleasure from this.
„You were the one to complain about fucking you, pest. You’re getting what you asked for. Or did you miss your judgment and it’s too much now?”
„…just move already,” the Usurper said through gritted teeth, a command.
And move Nibelung did.
That wretched thing shouldn’t be commanding him.
Nibelung could feel the knot swell up as he moved his hips, locking them together, even if not properly – after all, Phanes did not have the anatomy for it. He couldn’t possibly breed him – just the thought of it evoked two different emotions in him, but in the end, disgust was what probably also turned him on in this case. It didn’t take him long to fall into into a steady rhythm, the sound of skin slapping filling his ears, along with small moans and heavy breaths – both his and the Usurper’s. It all became louder than the ringing in his head, now nothing than a dull pain and pull at the back of his skull.
Everything felt so… weird. So good.
As the dragon thrust in, Phanes threw his legs around the dragon’s waist, pulling him closer, right into the heat. Trapping him –
Nibelung stopped for a few moments, looking at the blond beneath him – back arched, the whole body glistening with sweat. But the wings… They still covered the face. Phanes’ mouth twisted in displeasure as he noticed the dragon stopped moving. Instantly, he bucked his hips a few times, urging him to keep going. Nibelung could feel how he clenched around him (if it was even possible with size of Nibelung’s cock) just to feel any kind of movement.
“Who told you to stop? Quit staring.”
He could tell it was painful for Phanes– all dragon intercourses were painful to some degree, and the Usurper was definitely not accustomed.
“Oh– shut up.”
He began to move again – this time his thrusts were slow, deliberate. He dragged his hips in an agonizingly slow pace. He closed his eyes, a moan slipping away, low, rumbling– if not for his more human-like appearance, someone could mistake it for an animal sound.
For the Usurper, that’s what he was.
An idea flashed in his head, his darkened eyes shooting open. He grabbed Phanes’ by ankles and pulled him closer, putting the feet on his shoulders, moving their position– their weight shifted. The Usurper was practically folded in half as the dragon slowly but steadily rocked his hips.
And as Phanes opened his mouth to speak, Nibelung sped up – any words the Usurper wanted to articulate turned into an obscene moan then turned into whimpers.
Black hair fell over the shoulders, shielding both of them like a curtain. Nibelung leaned in, presumably for a kiss– but his mouth only ghosted over the man’s lips, moving past. Moving up.
For a few seconds, hot breath ghosted over one of the wings covering the glossy eyes, but before Phanes could even react – in sync with a thrust in, sharp fangs bit into it, just like one would bite into moments before tearing apart the flesh of their prey.
At this point, Nibelung didn’t even know which one of them was the „prey” – he might’ve an upper hand now, but it was still a trap that he had fallen into.
He sped up, biting into the wing. His movements became more aggressive, smashing his pelvis into the man underneath him, letting out moans and whimpers. He lost his own pace. He could feel a warm feeling brooding in his stomach, he was close, so close. He was– almost– But then–
A hand forcefully grabbed him by his dark hair, pulling him away, separating their bodies as much as the position allowed. A stark reminder that despite the height difference – it wasn’t even about the posture anymore; Nibelung was a shadow of his past self – Phanes still was on par with him. For a second, Nibelung could swear he saw eyes of Usurper before the wings covered them again. They were–
„We will be going by my rules, you filthy animal,” Phanes snapped, using the fact that the dragon needed to catch his breath– and get out of the haze– to lounge at him and switch their positions.
And with that, Nibelung was lying underneath Phanes, just like before.
They stayed still for a moment, chests heaving; Nibelung was getting closer to come already, now his own needs pushed back. The Usurper’s wings unfolded, and he began to move, setting the tempo they both followed. It wasn’t too slow, but clearly, Phanes only cared about his own pleasure – and now, Nibelung felt like being led by the other.
Nibelung’s tail thrashed as they both picked up the pace again; Phanes rode him as the dragon bucket his hips right into tight heat, just for once in their timeline cooperating perfectly – both their movements made the cock slip deeper, if it was even possible. Their moans, shallow breaths and sound of skin slapping skin filled the room. Ringing in Nibelung’s ears.
„Hah– I’m close…” the Usurper leaned in, putting his hands on the dragon’s chest, his words no louder than a whisper, „…Nibelung, don’t stop.”
And despite the man’s words, Nibelung stopped, if just for a moment – his eyes widened as he heard his own name coming from Phanes’ mouth. It felt… almost intimate. After all the degrading, it felt… Different. Weird. Almost if Phanes was not supposed to say it, never use it, for it was not name he should use – none of his subjects ever used it without proper titles. Even the Sovereigns barely did. If the Usurper thought he could just… after everything….
Something cracked inside him. Again and again.
He grabbed Phanes by hips, claws digging into the skin so forcefully he drew blood and smashed their lips together. The pace he picked up was brutal, yet moans were swallowed as they kissed deeply, open mouthed, tongues intertwining, saliva dripping down the chin. Phanes choked on the other’s tongue as his long fingers grabbed his own dick, attempting to bring himself his own release, to stimulate himself further, just to cum already.
Next thing he knew, Phanes’ other hand found its way to his throat, grabbing it, nails scratching against the skin roughly, his hips moving faster and faster in a frantic way as his right hand moved up and down the penis. A prolonged whimper left the blond’s mouth as a darkened hand, bigger, enveloped his, moving along the shaft together.
“You slut– Wretched thing. I would never in this lifetime think that you are– Hah— so good at taking cock. Dragon one,” he grumbled against the other’s lips, “How does it feel? Do your beloved humans or daughters know that secretly you are riding the dragon king? That his cock is–”
It was now Phanes’ turn to silence him with a kiss. The dragon could feel the man’s body spasm, then still abruptly as he came on their abandonments with a muffled cry.
Oh, how Nibelung wished he could just devour him in this moment.
Their lips separated not long after that, with the man taking shallow and heavy breaths, trying to calm himself while he was still being fucked through his orgasm – Nibelung didn’t slow down, didn’t stop, didn’t intend to go easy on him. He knew, he needed the man to break.
„How are you s– Hah–„ the man’s body went slightly limp, tired and trying not to slip out of consciousness. He didn’t even try to move on his own anymore, instead allowing Nibelung to do as he pleases with his body. Trying to stay upright and not collapse on the man below him, Phanes threw his head back, panting, gasping for air.
That thing praised himself to be above them, dragons – beasts, mindless animals – but now, getting fucked by a dragon cock, he was acting as nothing more than a bitch in a heat.
Exactly like an animal, too.
The dragon felt he was close. Nibelung’s thrusts became more chaotic, losing the rhythm as he began to just chase after his own release. Used for nothing more than his own pleasure and to vent out his frustration, Phanes felt so good with his insides stretched by the dragon’s cock, bruised up, all sloppy, and oh– how his moans and cries were music to him, how–
He had enough.
Pulling himself together for one last time this evening, he sped up, obscene sound of skin slapping against skin out of rhythm, until his hips stilled, finally coming in hot spurts inside the other man; he felt the Usurper’s muscles tense as they stayed like that, filling him with his cum, not even intending to pull out.
He looked at the blond; Phanes shivered, trying to regain his strength and move. He was absolutely disheveled, body bruised, muscles glistening with sweat and come on his lower body.
Phanes leaned forward, putting his weight over one hand, lips so close yet barely touching the other man’s, “Nibe… Nibelung…,” was all he could mumble, trying to somehow make a coherent sentence.
Nibelung wanted to say anything – try to, considering how he was just taking shallow breaths, calming himself – but in the end he decided saying anything in this situation was futile. He just fucked his greatest enemy and, oh Aeons, he needed more. It felt like Phanes– this vessel he was using– was made for him, to stuff him with his cock and seed.
Fuck, he experienced cycles before, but never he had the urge breed someone, let alone someone who cannot bear his children. It was making him dizzy.
It was all the Abyssal powers’ fault. It wasn’t his own doing.
Phanes was the first to regain his clarity, at least somehow, to lash on the dragon, „You– What gave you the idea you could cum inside?! You should have pulled out– Mindless beast.”
And maybe if it was someone else, Nibelung would’ve felt sorry for overstepping the boundaries.
Definitely not with Usurper, though.
He just turned his head on the side, exhaling loudly as he finally came to his senses. He closed his eyes, feeling the pounding in his skull, again.
„You clearly enjoyed it, slut,” he snorted, „and besides– Given our anatomy, I don’t think it would be possible to pull out.”
He cracked one eye open, looking at the blond’s face, somehow even more blushed now, biting his lower lip at the mere mention of knotting.
Saying nothing, instead he tried to lift himself off the bigger man with what little strength he had left. He almost collapsed, catching his breath, come leaking out of the abused hole. With that and bloodied lips, he was a sight to behold. Destroyed. Just in another way than Nibelung would imagine at first.
„…you’re unbelievable,” the other man’s voice snapped Nibelung back to the present, heavy with exhaustion, „You– You really are. Still half hard after that?”
Nibelung didn’t pay particular attention; he was still coming from his own high, chest heaving, the ringing in skull even more clear. But he was still hard. He still could go a couple of rounds, he could...
Another idea flashed in his mind.
„Then put that foul mouth of yours into proper use,” the dragon shifted his position, propping himself on one of his elbows as he got up.
The Usurper left out a wheeze, „What?”
„You heard me,” his hand reached for the blond head as he gave his short reply, bringing it close to his cock with one swift motion; yet, he didn’t force Phanes’ mouth into it – no, the man understood.
He rolled out his tongue and let it press flat against the underside nodules of the dragon cock. His heavy, hot breath ghosted over the dick, and that alone was driving Nibelung crazy – what he didn’t expect is that he had to fully stop himself from bucking his hips and smashing Phanes’ head onto his cock with his hand just as the usurper finally decided to move his tongue, licking straight from the base to the tip, reddened, slightly swollen.
Nibelung knew the man was doing it on purpose, to rile him up – but at this point, the dragon couldn’t stand it anymore. It was too little, too slow. He needed more. He grabbed a fistful of blond hair and forced the man’s face down, making him choke on the cock – he could feel the Usurper gag as it was shoved deep into his throat, thick, hard, long. Nibelung held him like that for a few seconds, until Phanes began to struggle for air, trashing until Nibelung loosened the grip and let the man lift his head, cock falling from mouth with a pop.
„Know what to do?” he rhetorically asked the Usurper, slowly petting his hair. Despite wings covering the eyes, the dragon could tell he was looking at him with rage – brows furrowed, mouth twisted in displeasure.
And yet, he compelled – he took the cock in his mouth again, slowly, deeply, until he swallowed it wholly, his chin meeting the balls. For a short while, he stayed like that. Nibelung could feel the man try to relax his throat around the dick.
When Phanes began to bob his head – oh, Nibelung could swear he’s seen galaxies before his eyes. In pure ecstasy, he just let out moans mixed with heavy breaths and panting, not even ashamed of letting the feral instincts take ahold of him.
He knew he wouldn’t last long this time; the dragon bucked his hips, making Phanes lose his rhythm and almost choke again. What he didn’t expect, though, was Phanes completely retreating his head, fat string of saliva mixed with pre-cum and drool connecting his lips to the swollen dick. Nibelung was about to complain, but then he noticed Phanes moved around, shifting, and – oh Aeons above – began to hump his tail, hips snapping. His mouth instantly swallowed the dick again, letting it hit the back of his throat. Just by doing this Phanes reached his climax again, this time coming untouched.
He couldn’t do it anymore.
Blackened hand grabbed the Usurper’s hair and forcefully held it in place, fucking his mouth restlessly. But when Nibelung felt like he was about to cum – the hold on Phanes’ head faltered, letting him retreat; the blond did just in time, gasping for air as spurts of come landed on his face and in open mouth.
He stayed like that, bewilderment in his eyes – he uncovered them, his wings folded neatly despite the rest of his body being messy – so visible, coming from his second high.
They both stared at each other, catching their breaths. And here Nibelung thought that Phanes would spit the come out, not wanting any of the dirt inside him; yet, the blond licked his lips and swallowed it, throat bobbing – all Nibelung could do as a reaction was to throw his head on the pillow with a soft groan, burrowing eyebrows, putting a hand to feverish temple. He really did not need to get hard again, instead trying to focus on anything else.
He could hear and feel the man shift, sitting up next to Nibelung, breathing deeply as he tried to stay upright. In the end, the man decided to prop himself on his elbow, tired beyond comprehension, yet still eyes drilling into Nibelung’s face, studying it. For a moment, they both just lied here, calmly.
Maybe to an oblivious outsider it could’ve been a serene scene, not knowing who both of them were. What happened already and what was going to happen.
„I think you overstayed your welcome enough,” the dragon finally breathed out, not able to stand the feel of the Usurper’s eyes on him anymore.
The man let out a laugh, followed by cough – he was still tired, fucked through two orgasms, “Was I even welcome in the first place?”
The dragon just scoffed. Twice this night he was cornered by the Usurper’s witty tongue.
Phanes looked at his torn clothes, now dirty with cum– he wasn’t looking any better, skin glistening with sweat, come drying on body, bruised and marked. A complete mess.
“Least you could’ve done was clean any of us,” the Usurper said after a while of silence, “or are you lizards so animalistic in your copulations you don’t do any aftercare?”
“You think you deserve this treatment? Laughable. You come into my chamber, my bed and–”
“Ah, I see how it is,” Phanes interrupted, “you can use my body all you want, but I cannot? Such hypocrisy.”
Something twirled in Nibelung’s stomach.
“Or is it shame that–”
“Just get out.”
The Usurper let out a theatrical sigh, shaking his head. As Nibelung regained his sense slowly, he really didn’t want to put up with Phanes and his theatrics, especially as both of them were still naked. The Usurper picked up fabrics and turned his head.
“You will pay back for this,” was all that he had to say in the end.
A flash of star-shaped light illuminated the room – and like that, Nibelung was left alone.
The dragon’s forked tongue flickered, licking the bloodied lips and bringing the claws to his mouth afterwards.
Nibelung didn’t even realize he left out a raspy laugh, but oh, he will definitely think about all that happened here from time to time. And the promise he will pay back for this.
He truly gone insane.