by Tiegan Clyne
Sebastian moved abruptly, toppling the incubus onto his back. Christopher landed with a surprised “oof!” and the dragonel kissed him thoroughly. He worked his knee into the space between the demon’s thighs, and Christopher spread his legs to welcome him. Sebastian rubbed his leg against his lover’s burning shaft, gently rolling his balls until Christopher shuddered.
Sebastian smiled down at him. “You’re beautiful.”
“Look who’s talking.”
They kissed deeply, then Sebastian slid down his body until his trailing lips reached the tip of Christopher’s cock. He took the shaft in his hand and held it by the base, exerting gentle pressure like the mildest of cock rings. He flicked his tongue lightly over the tip, and Christopher moaned at the sensation.
“You’re salty, and you’re sweet,” Sebastian told him. “I could lick you all day.”
Christopher laughed breathlessly. “You’re welcome to try, but I don’t think I could last that long. Not with a mouth like yours.”
The dragonel smiled. He ran the tip of his tongue from cock head to balls and back again, then opened his mouth and took him in all the way. Christopher felt the muscles of Sebastian’s throat working around him, and when the dragonel swallowed, he nearly lost his mind. He snapped his hips once, then forced himself to still. “Sorry,” he gasped.
Sebastian pulled off his cock with a pop. “Don’t be.”
He held him in his hand but bent to lavish attention on his balls, licking and sucking them into his mouth one after the other. He rolled them on his tongue, and Christopher tipped his head back against the pillow, carried away with the pleasure of it all. The dragonel returned to suckle his cock again, his lips and tongue working magic.
“Shit,” he moaned. “Don’t ever stop doing that.”
“But if I don’t stop that,” Sebastian said, smiling, his breathing fast, “how can I do this?”
He shifted position again, and this time he positioned Christopher’s spit-slick cock at the puckered opening to his body. He looked into the demon’s eyes and pushed down, and the flared tip breached Sebastian’s body, pushing past the resistance of his ring of muscle.
Christopher took Sebastian’s hands in his, and their fingers intertwined while their gazes stayed locked. Sebastian rose and fell on his lover’s rod, fucking himself into delirium. Christopher started to thrust up into him, and soon they were rocking together, locked into the deepest of all possible embraces.
“I love you,” Sebastian gasped. “I didn’t want to. I didn’t want to let you in. But…”
Christopher bucked beneath him, the pleasure overtaking him, and then there was no more appetite for words. He fucked Sebastian, who rode him happily, his head falling back onto his shoulders. He groaned in the back of his throat when Christopher’s cock rubbed against his pleasure spot. With every thrust, the demon found the perfect angle, and Sebastian trembled. He clenched around him and came, spattering Christopher’s chest with white strings of cum. The sound of his climax was more than his lover could bear, and the demon followed him happily, tumbling into orgasm right behind him.
Sebastian collapsed into Christopher’s arms, the angle of his hips keeping them connected. Sated, still united, they fell asleep.
Sebastian dreamed.
He was walking down an ornate hallway with white marble walls shot through with gold. Gold sconces hung on the wall, each of them in the shape of a dragon holding glowing lights between their up-stretched wings. He was in uniform, white with gold braid, with a golden pin in the shape of a crown above his heart. Beside him was a handsome man with long blond hair, dressed in a formal suit of black satin with crystal accents that looked like ice. The other man turned to him and smiled.
“Are you ready?”
He knew this man, and he knew this hall. He turned and looked into the mirror, where he saw his own face looking back. The blond man stopped and put a hand onto his shoulder, watching while Sebastian fussed with the golden buttons on his tunic.
“You’re beautiful, my prince,” the man said. “And no matter where you go, I will always find you.”
He should have felt reassured, but the words filled him with a kind of dread that he couldn’t understand.
Before the sun had completely risen, everyone in the house was startled awake by high-pitched mechanical screaming that shattered the silence above the roof. Sebastian and Christopher disentangled themselves, and the demon went to the window.
“Oh, no.”
The sound of running feet echoed off the wooden floor of the veranda, and then the outside door exploded inward. Shouting voices filled the house.
“Find him!”
Men ran up the stairs, and Sebastian could hear Rupert’s whining and Patrice’s shocked voice calling out.
“Here, sir!”
The door to their bedroom shattered beneath the force of someone’s kick, and a squad of men in green uniforms with low-visored helmets swarmed in. They grabbed Christopher and put a silver collar around his neck, shoving him to his knees. They did the same to Sebastian, putting him on the floor beside his lover.
“This is the one,” the squad leader announced over his shoulder.
An officer strode in, his uniform blue with silver accents. His insignia looked like ice in the shape of a dragon, and his long blond hair was tied back at the nape of his neck. His cold eyes fell on Sebastian’s face, and the angry look blossomed into a smile of relief.
“Your Highness!” He turned to the soldier who had wrestled Sebastian to his knees. “What’s wrong with you? Unhand the Crown Prince!”
A gun fired upstairs. Something heavy hit the floor. Christopher, hands were roughly shackled behind his back, and he looked up at the officer.
“Please don’t kill them. They’re innocent.”
“What do you know about innocence, demon?” the officer snarled. He kicked Christopher in the face.
Sebastian shouted, “No!”
Two soldiers pulled Patrice into the room. She was pale, but her eyes burned with rage. “The one with the dark hair - that’s the Countess’s grandson. And the other is his pet.”
“The Crown Prince of Mythria is nobody’s pet,” the officer snapped. He turned to Sebastian, and he tried to smile, but the expression died before it reached his eyes. “You don’t remember me.”
Sebastian shook his head. The officer stepped forward and pulled him to his feet. His grip and the motion were strong but not rough.
“I am Prince Azanel of Mythria, and you?” He smiled, but his eyes were troubled. “You are my Mate.”
Azanel’s eyes swept over Sebastian’s nakedness, then over the bed and Christopher’s similar state of undress. His eyes turned silver and metallic, and when he spoke again, his teeth were sharp.
“Take that demon out to my ship and throw him and the felid in the hold.” He gripped Sebastian’s arms. “As for you, my beloved… you’re coming with me.”
THE END… FOR NOW
About the Author
Tiegan Clyne has been writing for longer than most of her friends have been alive. She loves music, dark fantasy, and telling stories. Tiegan is a crazy cat lady in training and an all-around good egg.
She has co-written the successful Reverse Harem Everafter Academy series with Scarlett Snow, and she can be stalked on Facebook: