by TJ Cross
But this was a thought that was instantly dashed. Brandon was blown away by how Gurney seamlessly jerked him off with a need that spelled out just exactly how much the dragon wanted to pleasure him in every possible way.
And now Gurney was licking the middle finger of his own right hand...
Elation ripped through Brandon's body as he comprehended just how much he wanted Gurney inside him. Finger, tongue, cock... if there was any way to have the entirety of the dragon penetrate him, he would have been happy to do that.
Gurney began sliding the wet tip of his middle finger down between Brandon's ass cheeks, teasing him in such a way that made the younger man's cock feel ready to explode and launch off into a new level of sexual pleasure.
"God, yes," Brandon murmured, as Gurney tested the tightness of his hole with the finger. He had to relax, now, relax to let Gurney in.
Brandon exhaled and felt the contradictory tension of the finger going inside his ass just as he relaxed and let all the air out of his lungs, his body shuddering from the incredible spike of pleasure that came from being taken in such a powerful way. Here he could have screamed aloud in pleasure, but even in the haze of so much sexual joy, he knew better than to alert everyone in the park to their antics.
Time moved so incredibly quickly as Brandon began feeling the contents of his ball sack pulse upwards, inch by inch by inch, to the tip of his cock, edging and making every touch by Gurney's smooth, talented hand feel absolutely unbearable.
Not to mention the way that incredible finger kept delving deeper and deeper into him, until Brandon felt his ass take both knuckles and the base of the finger joining it to the hand, with the other fingers all laid flat against the surface of his ass.
"Oh my God," Brandon whispered tensely. His orgasm was upon him already and he already knew he would be ready for round two even before his cum was cold on the grass.
Gurney's ministrations to Brandon's cock brought him to the very finish line just as he arched forward, pain and pleasure alike jolting through him as he began to shoot, with the sort of shotgun blast and arduous re-cock that came with his orgasm, all his cum down to the grass.
He smelled like freshly cut grass, the way Gurney leaned down to kiss Brandon as he convulsed from the sheer intensity of the orgasm... the first of tonight's.
The thought of falling together into bed didn't even come to him. Brandon fully understood the primal need Gurney had been possessed with, and that meant he needed Gurney to fuck him right there and then, even with his cock half-soft in recovery from the impossibly powerful orgasm he had. His abdomen felt like he had just gone through the most intense workout in his life.
And Gurney knew just as well, too. He began to turn Brandon around, pressing the younger man's front against the grass while he revealed his own cock, large enough that both his hands couldn't cover a third of the length.
He's got a fucking third leg! Brandon wanted to scream in delight, his head turning to see the massive, sexy tool in Gurney's hands.
Brandon's ass was already ready for Gurney, and the sight of his large size made it even more arousing, not less -- he wasn't afraid of being impaled alive, not after Gurney had gotten him ready with a wet finger that seemed to extract heaven out of his most base of body parts.
"I'm going to fuck you so good you'll only be able to say one word for the rest of your life," Gurney growled, sounding rougher than he had ever been in Brandon's presence. He sounded wild and dangerous and it made Brandon appreciate the draconic side of him even more.
Now the dragon was poised, the thick head of his cock already ready to breach Brandon, waiting for the consent that came from the arching of his back, the tensing of the back of his thighs, the omega's eyes closed in anticipation.
"Oh, fuck!" Brandon exclaimed, biting his lip, grateful that his mouth hovered over the ground so the grass could catch the shout of pleasure instead of the open air and the still park. This is incredible!
Gurney placed his hands down on Brandon's shoulders, pushing him and pulling him to build a rocking seesaw of friction and momentum between their two bodies. His cock took no prisoners whatsoever, immediately thrusting with his full length all the way until he bottomed out as far deep in Brandon's ass as he could.
The strangest sensation came over Brandon now as his cock, instantly hard again and rubbing against blades of fresh grass coated in his own cum, made him all too aware of the incredible size of the alpha inside him.
"Fuck me like a dragon does," Brandon whispered hoarsely, his body filled with a luxurious warmth that now spread all over him, although it began from the tightness that Gurney repeatedly thrusted in and out of.
Anyone who stumbled on the scene would be shocked to see how rough Gurney was now getting into Brandon, holding him upwards and wrapping his arms around the captive omega's torso, trapping him while his hips rocked forward and backward, providing an uninterrupted show of his cock withdrawing all the way until it was only his head inside Brandon, and then sliding right back in smoothly.
But even as Brandon started feeling his second orgasm start to reap its call in a matter of seconds, something seemed to change inside him -- not him, per se, but Gurney. Gurney's cock seemed to grow larger, become more powerful, the shape of it staying but in an inexplicable way meld into a brand new level of arousal. He was swollen inside Brandon, the thickening of his girth centering midway up his cock.
"Fuck, you turn me on so much," Gurney growled in Brandon's ear. "You're making me want to knot you."
Brandon had no idea what this meant, but it turned him on so much. It sounded primal, sounded dangerous... it sounded like something that he wanted, very, very much. They were both flaming hot, singeing and searing the area around them, as Gurney began to make his thrusts into Brandon's ass take a smaller distance. It was almost as if he was trapped inside the omega, locked into place by the incredible tightness of Brandon's ass...
And the tightness gave Brandon a way to mentally sketch out the way Gurney's cock now worked, a rigid thickness taking over the shifting shape of his cock that, in his mind, now resembled a fetish dildo -- but dildos were that way because they could give the submissive user a chance to experience supernatural, extraordinary sex when it didn't exist.
But the dragon definitely existed. He was here. He was never more alive than when he was inside Brandon.
And Brandon loved Gurney right in that moment, knowing just how much he had brought into his life. In the short time they had known each other he had always been in his thoughts.
Love.
Sex.
Power.
Gurney pulled right out of Brandon with some struggle, panting as he held his cock, squeezing his massive cock as Brandon looked with awe at the dragon.
"You were fucking me with that?"
Brandon saw Gurney's eyes flash with delight. "I'm going to cum," Gurney warned. "I can't do it inside you..."
"No, you can," Brandon said, overcome with lust. The thought of Gurney ejaculating anywhere else after fucking his ass with such artistry made him want to cry. "You can cum inside me."
"You'd get pregnant, Brandon!"
It was past him caring. He was a man, after all, and Brandon was fairly certain he would not get pregnant. He was lost in lust, and he saw that Gurney was barely holding himself together too. A flame inside the omega had taken him so fully, so naturally, and the flame demanded that Gurney finish what he started.
All Brandon had to do to coax Gurney was to change his position, so he was now on his hands and knees, his ass desperately pointing towards Gurney's cock, squeezed tight in his hands.
Brandon saw Gurney close his eyes, as if mentally asking himself an important question, but when he reopened them, the omega saw nothing but alpha determination -- not indecision, not a man who was unsure of what to do.
And that determination told him to continue fucking Brandon.
"God, yes!" Brandon bubbled from his mouth as Gurney started fucking him with a revive
d roughness. It was almost as if the dragon had used every moment of their sex together to identify exactly how much tolerance Brandon had for pain -- a lot -- and he knew he was in safe hands, knowing that Gurney's cock, swelling back to its impossibly large erection inside him again, would use him and use him and use him until he edged right against the very limit of what Brandon could take.
But nothing was as passionately delicious as the way Gurney growled wordlessly as his body began to reflexively hold back the oncoming flood of their matching orgasms. Brandon was already having a fresh orgasm, one that started from his prostate and pulsing outward, but it peaked when Gurney offered his own to the clashing, colliding orgasms.
And Gurney was frenzied when he came, relieving himself of sexual frustration built up over goddamn centuries, pumping Brandon full, literally full, until he pulled out and felt the cum practically squirt out before dribbling, leaking, releasing out into the ground.
"Don't you fucking dare let it all run out of you," Gurney growled, wild. Brandon loved the passion in his now-red face, recognizing dominance and not confusing it for anger.
Brandon caught his breath, pressing his fingers against his ass to stem the release of cum out of him. He felt impossibly full, like nothing else, giving him a sense of love and sex that he had never once managed to enjoy.
And distantly, as they both flopped down to the ground next to each other, touching each other, he felt a sense of magic come over him -- a strange and foreign energy rising in him, alien yet familiar... and then he realized he remembered the first time he had felt that: when he woke up from the surgery, following the accident.
They were bonded together in a way Brandon would soon have to learn carefully. Mates, but not just mates -- soulmates.
CHAPTER NINE
Gurney
The sun streamed through the windows of Gurney's loft, finally filling the dragon's face with light -- urging him to wake up. What time was it? He sat up, almost surprised to find Brandon was still curled up next to him, and found that he was truly, truly happy.
After their steamy rendezvous in the park, Gurney had brought Brandon back to his place, where their lust for each other continued to override all other considerations. They pressed against each other, alpha needing omega, omega needing alpha, and it was well into the early hours of the morning before they finally collapsed, completely exhausted.
I could have done more, though, Gurney thought with a smile, glad for his dragon endurance. Without it, he would have been severely tested by the marathon sex they had gone with.
Brandon woke up as Gurney rustled in bed to sit up, blinking away the night before as he opened his eyes with a smile.
"It wasn't a dream, then," Brandon said, wiping his eyes.
"No, my dear, it wasn't." Gurney regarded his new omega with incredible passion, feeling a love that was already coming over him upon seeing the younger man wake up.
"I wish I could've slept with my arms wrapped around you," Brandon said, a tone of complaint filtering in as he knocked his immobile cast arm against his right knee. "This is just so frustrating."
Gurney looked at the cast, thinking carefully before speaking. "Did you know that you don't need that anymore?"
"I broke it... don't you think I'll be out for months? I'm not exactly going to be able to take it off three days in, Doctor," Brandon answered sarcastically.
The knowing smirk on Gurney's face made Brandon question whether he was right, and that was a victory enough for Gurney. He asked for permission to treat Brandon, and held his hands down against the cast, squeezing it, channeling his strength to snap it cleanly in half, revealing Brandon's healed arm.
"What? How?" Brandon sputtered, confused. There was no pain, no distorted, twisted ache in his arm now.
Gurney led him to the bathroom. "Let's wash this first," he said, placing Brandon's right arm under the flow of the tap, smoothing the skin over with his medically gifted hands.
Brandon reached for a hand towel to dry his arm, still trying to piece together what had happened. "I don't understand. Did I not need the cast to begin with?"
"Sort of."
"Why?" Brandon asked.
Gurney decided this was the time to be as honest as possible to his omega. "Because I saved your arm by using dragon magic... blood magic."
"What are you even talking about?" Brandon said, sitting up. Humor had drained from his face, replaced by a panic built from being weirded out by this inhuman concept he did not understand.
"You would have been in a lot of pain, and there were some people questioning if you would even have been able to keep the arm, so... I went ahead and used some of my blood to heal you, channeling the powers of blood and fire inherent in every dragon, so you would never be deprived of your arm just because of one drunk, stupid mistake one night," Gurney explained. "I'm aware I didn't ask for your permission to do so beforehand, but... you were unconscious. And I took one look at you and didn't want you to be in any pain at all, let alone to hurt and be inconvenienced for months to come. You had already been through so much."
Gurney's words were registering in Brandon now, who stood up and picked his clothes from the floor. Naked, with his cast removed, he was the image of perfect beauty that Gurney had craved.
"I'm... really not sure what to think," Brandon confessed. "I feel... like that isn't right. But it also feels like if not for that fact, we probably wouldn't have had the chance to get to know each other, to experience the sort of a strong, intense bond the way we have now. Right?"
Gurney only nodded.
The dragon watched patiently without intervention as Brandon began to dress quickly, freaked out from the discovery that some strange magic had healed him in the hospital. "I... want to see you again, my alpha," Brandon said. "But maybe I also need some time to process my thoughts, you know? I'm sorry. I'm so incredibly happy I've met you, but I feel like I can't be around you right now. Or else I'd become addicted."
"I understand," Gurney said.
"And knowing now that you did... something... to my arm with your blood, that's -- I don't know. More than that, I don't know if I'm okay with that. I'm sorry. I'll go now, don't chase after me, I'll get a cab and I'll be okay, I promise."
"Brandon..."
"I want to see you again. And I will. But right now, can I have that little bit of space first?" Brandon pleaded. "I'm your omega. I'm definitely, absolutely your omega. Nothing can ever change that. I promise you."
"Yes," Gurney nodded with finality. He gestured to allow Brandon to walk away.
Watching the omega walk downstairs to the living area, sheepishly leaving, Gurney only had one thought he had left unspoken. But he knew speaking it aloud would not make things better right now.
Brandon, I'm in love with you.
CHAPTER TEN
Brandon
"God, it's like... there's never anything good on Netflix. Hey Brandon, you want a beer?" the bro-voice asked, leaning back into the overly soft couch in front of the TV.
Brandon sat facing Zara and Frank, entwined together on the couch, and waved away the offer. "All good, thanks."
"Frank!" Zara chastised. "You can't offer him any beer, did you not just listen to me tell you that a week ago he had a terrible accident?"
"Yeah, yeah, I remember," Frank said, apologizing. "Crazy that your arm's all fine now, though. Must have not been as bad of a crash as Zara described. The way she told the story, it was like you were flung back and smashed to the road."
Zara took her phone out, showing a photo of the twisted metal wreck of Brandon's bike. They all huddled in front of her screen, looking at the picture. "Well, that does look pretty bad," Frank conceded.