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  “We’re crazy doing this when we could be attacked any minute,” Jason said in a moment of sanity.

  “Kirfreda will give us sufficient warning.”

  As before, Guy lifted him by the hips as if he weighed nothing, leaving his chest and shoulders down, his ass in the air, legs under him, and proceeded to give him the most fantastic rim job he’d ever had. Without teasing, when Jason pushed the tight ring of muscle out to let him in, the ridged tongue penetrated deeper than Jason could ever image a tongue could go. The tip flickered back and forth over his prostate, making his semi-limp cock dance in jerks as it grew, pulsed, and threatened already to shoot off again.

  “Slow down,” he begged.

  “No, little one. I promised you more than one climax.”

  “Give me your cock.”

  “My cock is not yet to full erection.”

  With a peek over his shoulder, Jason gulped. What he’d had in his mouth, and what had already been one hell of a mouth full, was only half the size of what now hung between Guy’s legs. Jason had had some pretty good sized cocks up his ass, but nothing compared to that. He jerked when a finger replaced the tongue up his ass, tickling his prostate just the same. When it pressed instead of tickling the sensation was so intense, Jason didn’t realize a second finger had joined the first until the pressure released. Then Guy talked to him, fondling, stroking, kissing, and the stretching and burning increased with each new finger, and Jason stopped caring about everything else as his desire for more grew even faster.

  No man had ever made love to Jason. The act had never been more than methodical with getting off the only object. The way Guy talked to him and the way he touched him made a difference, adding a warm mental pleasure to the physical. Panting, Jason asked, “Are you enchanting me?”

  “No, my love. Tricks are not necessary for us.”

  Love? Jason questioned and forgot with a jerk. The wedge was in. All five fingers pumped in to stretch, out to relax—oh so briefly—before penetrating deeper in a slow, gentle push. Being prepared in a way that made Jason feel like a virgin, somewhere in the back of his mind—way back—he worried he wouldn’t be able to take Guy, not all of him. He stiffened when the finger wedge of Guy’s hand opened, stretching him more, and Jason groaned with the burn, ready to call for a withdrawal when the open fingers pulled away. The ring of Jason’s muscle snapped down on something hard, hot, and throbbing—Guy’s cock.

  “I will go gently,” Guy promised, easing in a bit farther, holding and waiting for Jason’s body to adjust to his girth before giving him more of his length.

  Yes, pain, but pleasure too, pleasure building to close out the pain. When heavy balls flopped against his ass, Jason knew Guy was at full depth, and damned if his body didn’t want more, using his arms to press back and drive that incredible cock deeper.

  “Yes, my love,” Guy crooned. “You have me now, all of me.”

  “Fuck me,” Jason groaned. “Hard, hard as you can.”

  Folding down over him, Guy intertwined his fingers with Jason’s. “Now you are strong enough to have all of me.”

  With almost violent intensity, Guy pummeled and Jason bucked, each hard thrust in met with a push back. Balls slapped Jason’s ass. His own cock flopped, wanting more than air to fuck, yet was satisfied when Guy’s body weight drove him that last possible depth on Guy’s cock. Guy clutched Jason cock and balls, holding him, squeezing him when his cock filled Jason’s ass. Jason’s reaction was to shoot cum to his chest, with Guy milking him to the very last drop.

  Once he could catch his breath, Jason asked, “Just what is a consort exactly?”

  “You would be my partner, similar to my spouse.”

  “Not a sex slave?”

  “Sex will never be forced on you.”

  “Then why are you playing with my cock?”

  “Because mine is still buried within you and I am not ready to stop. Are you, my love?”

  “No, can’t say I am.”

  Chapter Three

  Even though Jason felt like he could go on for the rest of the day, after his third climax, flat on his back with his legs wrapped around Guy’s waist, Jason finally turned his attention to practical matters. A wash in cold water and clothes first, and then he went to work setting his camp back into order. Guy helped, stacking what was too trashed to ever use again in a pile. The tent was worthless, but the fabric would make a decent lean-to, something they were going to need if the clouds rolling in turned into a storm.

  “How often is that going to happen to me?” Jason asked, tossing a flattened pot to the trash pile.

  “When you learn control, it will only happen when you wish it. Until then, it will happen whenever you feel threatened or overwhelmed for some reason.”

  “Better find a place as far away from people as possible then, huh?”

  “You must go to Vargr. It is the only safe place for you. The Goldleaf Clan will be very interested also in whoever it was who awakened your dragon gene and why. They will allow you into their territory long enough to train. Once they believe you are able to care for yourself, you must find you own territory.”

  “He called himself Victor. Big help, right?”

  “You are sure he was the one.”

  “When you’re stationed overseas and you don’t want anyone to know you’re gay, the choices are pretty small. I had some leave time, and he was the last one I was with before my first bout of rash. He used a condom so I don’t know how I got any of his bodily fluids, but he had to be the one. They’re pretty easy to sabotage, if he did it on purpose, and they do break occasionally. I’d like to find him and find out if it was on purpose and if so, why.”

  A shadow passed over them. Jason had to admit Kirfreda was an awesome sight. She drifted in a glide, using her tail and wings to control direction and landed in the small area without a sound. Wings folded up, the air shimmered, and the green woman stood before them.

  “You must leave here,” she said without preamble.

  “We’re waiting on someone,” Jason reminded.

  “Prince Leviathan sent me because of the threat. That Jason is a dragon, even of the Goldleaf Clan, is of great importance. Estacrewban has his scent now, and because of fairing so badly in the first attack, he has come with more. Prince Leviathan has ordered that Jason should be taken to Vargr where the battle will not be witnessed by so many human who will require memory adjustments.”

  “Adjustments?” Jason asked.

  “That was never an option for you,” she told him.

  Considering all the ramifications of being a dragon and being on Estacrewban’s hit list threw Jason into a depression. He dropped to sit right where he was amid the debris he’d created while a dragon, for God’s sake.

  Guy squatted in front of him. “You must not despair. Once you become accustomed to your new circumstances you will realize the benefits.”

  “Benefits?” he asked weakly and gave a laugh. “Before you came along my biggest fear was contracting AIDS because of a broken rubber. Now you’re telling me because I fucked with the wrong guy, I’m some kind of freaking monster.”

  Kirfreda took offense. “Dragons are not monsters! We are the greatest of the gods’ creations, feared for our power—”

  “Feared because you a fucking monster!”

  “Tread lightly,” Guy said in soft warning.

  “Heed well what he says,” she said, her warning loud and clear. “We are docile creatures until aroused.”

  “Guess it is the pot calling the kettle black,” Jason grumbled and raised his head. “The difference is I still look human. There’s no reason I can’t stay here.”

  “For now, in appearance only.”

  “What the hell does she mean?” he demanded of Guy.

  “You are a fledgling. Your appearance, both human and dragon will change as you mature. Soon you will appear as a normal human only when glamoured.”

  In the blin
k, Kirfreda changed into one of the most beautiful—make that the most beautiful human woman Jason had ever seen. “You must learn how,” she told him, “and how will you learn if you do not go to Vargr to be taught?”

  Guy was more pragmatic. “It is not fair of you to bring our battles to here where innocent humans maybe injured or killed. Estacrewban will show no mercy to any who are in his way or even too near.”

  “Fighting him here may set your forest on fire. I cannot scorch them without burning the forest as well.”

  “How much time to we have?” Guy asked.

  “The first blood gate they came through was found and closed.”

  “Then you don’t even know if they’re on the way?” Jason said with a scoff.

  Before she could answer, another voice did. “But we never left.”

  Jason and Guy lunged to their feet, spinning in the air. Estacrewban, the bastard, stood just a few feet within the tree line. Two more feet and he’d set off the trip wire. Four feet to his left, and Jason could reach his rifle. Fuck!

  Unperturbed, she stated, “Estacrewban.”

  “Kirfreda. I must say I do not know which surprises me more, that he would call to an ex-lover for help or that you would answer. Since when do dragons interfere in mundane matters of inferior races?”

  “You would be surprised to the answer to your question,” she told him with a smile.

  “I am no fool. I do not choose to battle when the odds are against me.”

  “Coward,” Jason called out in a taunt, hoping to drag Estacrewban in closer. If the bastard would come in just two more feet, he’d set off a trap. If not, waving his arms, inviting him in, Jason moved closer to his rifle. “You didn’t have any trouble attacking when it was just two of us. There’s only three now.”

  Instead of taking the lure and moving forward, Estcrewban moved back. “Ah, yes, but one is a dragon.”

  “Jason is correct,” Guy said, adding his taunts. “You are a coward.”

  Kirfreda chuckled softly before saying, “You were correct, also Estacrewban, when you said I do not interfere in mundane matters of those who are not of our own.”

  Jason cocked his head to the side to look at her. Did she mean what he thought she meant with her play on words? He asked, “What’s that mean? You’re just going to leave?”

  Guy touched him on the shoulder. “Dragons do not take sides when those of the different domains go to war unless for some reason they have a personal issue, such as someone attempting to harm one of their own.”

  Yeah, Jason understood correctly. Estacrewban didn’t know she had reason to take part in a battle. “That ought to satisfy you, coward,” Jason taunted again, moving in what he hoped looked like frustration and bravado when he was actually moving toward his weapons.

  It could damage your forest if you push him into battle, Kirfreda warned again.

  “I want it done with.”

  I must teach you to speak our way.

  At the same time, Estacrewban told him, “It will be done. You will beg for mercy before I kill you.”

  The smile he gave him turned Jason’s stomach, and the dragon on Jason’s arm tingled. Not even sure what that meant, Jason relied on what he knew and eased toward the automatic rifle he’d managed not to smash earlier. His warrior instinct and training had kicked in. He was ready for battle—as a human being.

  Still smiling, Estacrewban told him, “You cannot use that weapon quickly enough. You may wish to leave now, Kirfreda.”

  “You will soon learn the error of your ways.”

  For the first time, Estacrewban looked uncertain. Watching her shift, her bulk crowding Guy and Jason, he relaxed when she backed away from them, spread her wings and lifted. Uncertainty returned when she hovered above them instead of flying off.

  “Why did you chose me?” Jason asked of Estacrewban.

  Estacrewban looked from the hovering dragon to him. “The foretell warned that the one destined to be my enemy’s consort could become my enemy and destroy me and that I must destroy the avatar to remove the threat. As something about the idea intrigued me. I paid handsomely for a search of your location. I thought, I will have enjoyed myself while taking something important from my loving cousin.”

  “Avatar,” Jason questioned. “Like in the movie?”

  “I know not of a movie,” Guy answered, “but believe he means the embodiment of our principle beliefs.”

  “I knew I had succeeded in locating the predicted one when he prevented me from making you my own.” Estacrewban chuckled softly. “Not realizing he would prevent you from becoming his with a bonding when interfering with my enchainment, you are useless to him now. He cannot force you to his side, and he will live never completely fulfilled.” He cocked his head to study Jason for a moment before shrugging and adding, “It said there would be something magnificent about you that would affect all the realms. I fail to see it.”

  With a snap of his fingers the forest around them looked to come alive with the goblins waiting for a signal. Jason took one shot at Estacrewban, and his curse at missing was drowned out by the rapid fire of the rifle and explosions from goblins setting off the trip wires. Bodies flew from the explosion, fell from bullets, and screams filled the air. Guy reached the M4, fumbled a few seconds to remember what Jason had shown him on how to fire it, and then stood back to back with Jason, giving each a hundred and eight degree shooting range against those behind the one who set off the traps, climbing over parts of bodies and debris.

  During a rapid clip exchange, Jason shouted, “How many of those fuckers are there?”

  Hundreds, Kirfreda answered from above.

  Firing again, he screamed, “Why aren’t you doing something?”

  Patience, Fledgling. Our main objective has not yet made himself available.

  “I am having difficult,” Guy shouted. “The clip—”

  Jason jerked the empty rifle from Guy’s hands and slammed his loaded one in its place. Reversing the clip Guy was attempting to load backward, Jason fired, still not stopping the seemly unending rush of gapping, sharp-toothed mouths.

  Close to being overrun, Jason suffered his first doubt of success, until he saw how deadly a dragon really was. Streams of fire cut through the air, igniting trees, brush, and creatures. He sucked in a breath of hot air, gagging on the stench of burning flesh. The goblins, those that could, ran like hell, many in flames, the screeches of agony and fear ear-shattering.

  Jason took aim at one tower of flames. Estacrewban might be a son of a bitch, but burning to death was a damned hard way to go. He wasn’t sure if he was sorry he missed the shot though, when the living candle ran out of view.

  “Fuck,” Jason muttered, swiping at his singed hair. Everywhere the burning goblins ran set the forest on fire. “We’ll be lucky if we aren’t burned alive. Why the hell did she wait so long?”

  Behind him, Guy coughed and pointed. “Because Estacrewban waited until he thought they would take us for him. She waited for him to come from the trees.”

  I must inform Prince Levianthan of the current situation, Kirfreda told him, winging off in the distance.

  “He will not be happy,” Guy told him. “I’m sure he will insist you go to Vargr.”

  “Can he force me?”

  With a slight smile, Guy shrugged. “I doubt so if you go to your dragon. Even half-demons have some limits.”

  Looking at the smoldering bodies and burning forest, Jason commented, “Having a dragon on your side is a definite advantage.”

  Chapter Four

  “Though I am sure you are grateful for the rain putting out the fires, I find our current condition uncomfortable,” Guy complained.

  Huddled under a makeshift lean-to, Jason had to agree. Wrapping an arm around Guy’s shoulders, he told him. “It’s not so bad except for the smell. What are we going to do with all of those bodies?”

  “Kirfreda will inform Prince Leviathan of the need
for a cleansing. He will send a team.”

  Jason had a suggestion, with a wiggle of his eyebrows. “We can cuddle to warm up.” He wiggled a little closer. “Here we are, you and me, alone. We can get naked with nothing else to do.”

  “Does battle make you horny?”

  “With the adrenal rush it gives me, yeah.”

  Nodding, Guy stated, “I feel the same, and too, sex is the strongest affirmation of life after surviving a death threatening situation.”

  “You know, if you’re going to keep working on this side, you really need to learn to talk less like an alien in a bad movie.”

  “I doubt that I will. If Estacrewban survived, he will go into hiding now until he heals.”

  “Heals?” he croaked.

  “Elves heal quickly. It is possible he extinguished the flames before they did a sufficient amount of damage to cause his death. I will be needed at home.”

  “You sure know how to kill a hard-on. That’s just fucking great. If you’re just going to go home, why did you ask me to join WRAITH?”

  “I was instructed to in the event you did not agree to go to Vargr. Do you still refuse?”

  “I’ve got a life here,” Jason argued, refusing to look at the bodies and burnt debris surrounding them.

  “None of those you know would understand your new predicament. I am sorry, but your life as you knew it is quite impossible now. You need time to time about it.” Guy twisted to face him. “There is a thing you humans do that I have been most curious about. May I do it to you?”

  “Are you trying to change the subject?”

  “Not the first one.”

  Jason’s cock showed renewed interest. “Okay, what?”

  Guy showed him. Nearly nose to nose already, he had his mouth over Jason’s before Jason realized what he was doing. Jason’s first reflex to pull away stopped in an instant, but he had to chuckle and take over to show Guy just how he should do it. Running his tongue over Guy’s pressed-together lips, Jason pushed through, tapping his tongue on the teeth behind.

  Guy pulled back. “I am to open my mouth?”