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  “I-I-” Jason stammered.

  “Yes, I know,” Victor said, patting Jason’s arm. Incotricortriney will accompany us. A male dragon requires more than one lover and as you and he have mated he will be our third.”

  Jason managed to get his back bone straight again. “You don’t just decide something like that for someone else.”

  “Ask him.”

  So engrossed in his own reactions, Jason hadn’t registered Guy’s. One glance at his crotch answered without any words needed, but Guy, no matter how hard he was, did protest.

  “I cannot go with you. I have my duties in court.”

  “Menial tasks insulting to you as punishment for your affair with Kirfreda,” Victor retorted. “If King Egill objects, he may take the matter up with me later. We will go now.” He arched an eyebrow at Prince Leviathan. “Or do you object?”

  “It is what we expected,” Levi answered with the same arrogant air. “You will keep us informed?”

  “I will permit Incotricortriney to function as an emissary.”

  “How generous of you.” A trace of a sneer was in Levi’s tone, but he kept his features bland. “You could begin by telling us why after so long a time you found it necessary to procreate.”

  “What?” Jason exclaimed. “You mean he’s like my father? No fucking way. That’s incest.”

  Victor gave a long, put upon sigh. “You have so much to learn. I did not father you. It would seem you have been misinformed. The embryo, passed from generation to generation, joined with the human fetus and laid dormant within the DNA until awaken by contact with a mature dragon. Any time we inter-react with humans, the chance of an awakening exists though it is quite rare.”

  “It was a fucking accident?”

  “Not so much an accident as not by design. I simply found you attractive. Even more so now.”

  Victory backed several feet, shook, grew, dropped to all fours, and shifted into a terrifying and, Jason had to admit, gorgeous golden dragon. Not wanting to seen too impressed, even though he was, Jason retorted, “What, no cloud of gold mist?”

  Kirfreda excels at dramatics. I do not feel the need for them.

  He had him there. Jason had to agree, but then he’d say Kirfreda didn’t need them either. Shifting from human, or at least a human form, to dragon was mind blowing enough. Victor, kneeling down and stretching out one wing in what Jason took as invitation, was as well.

  “We’re supposed to ride you?”

  How else are you to travel to my home?

  Backhanding Guy in the shoulder, Jason asked, “Did you ever ride Kirfreda?”

  Leviathan snorted, but Cole giggled before saying, “In more ways than one.”

  Jason didn’t appreciate the humor. “I’m not climbing on there.”

  Have it your way. Victor said, lifting off the ground. Even faster than Kirfreda had, he disappeared over the top of trees surrounding them.

  “I believe you will regret that,” Leviathan commented, pulling Cole a safer distance away from them.

  “Prepare yourself,” Guy warned.

  “For wh—”

  His question ended in a scream of outrage. Victor swooped down. Two fingers of one front claw clamped over Jason’s shoulder, curling under each arm. The equivalent to a thumb encircled his waist. The second claw did the same to Guy.

  “Next time,” Guy shouted, “please chose to ride!”

  * * * *

  “I’m not talking to you, you smartass bastard,” Jason shouted from where he landed on the ground.

  “It would be better to not antagonize him,” Guy said, picking himself up from the heap he’d landed in.

  Victor, shifting back to one sexy, stiff cock-bobbing, human formed man, crooked a finger at them to follow.

  “A castle? Sure, why not?” Jason retorted, checking out the surroundings and not following.

  “Now! It is meal time,” Victor ordered.

  Though he had never seen an actual castle, Jason had seen pictures, and from where he stood, it seemed pretty typical. High stone walls surrounded the courtyard Victor had dropped them in. Through an open gateway, Jason could see a freaking, believe it or not, draw bridge and moot. The walk to the front portal of the castle looked to be a good half mile away, making Jason wonder what would be moved inside those wall to protect if that bridge was drawn. As far as he could see, there wasn’t another living whatever in sight.

  As if reading his mind, Guy told him, “Though solitary, when they do counsel, much room is needed.”

  “I can see how that would be, but he could have dropped us closer to the fucking door.”

  “I must warn you, dragons are not fond of such language.”

  “That’s too fucking bad.”

  “You are a fledgling. He is an ancient. Your position with him will be much like mine to you, a submissive.”

  “I don’t think so,” Jason retorted even though at times in the past he’d enjoyed the submissive role as much as the dominant. “I hope to hell you things eat regular food.”

  “Things?” Guy asked with hurt in his voice. “I am an elf, Jason, a proud and noble race.”

  Jason threw his arm around Guy’s shoulders and hugged him to his side as they walked. “I know. I apologize. It’s just all of this being thrown at me so fucking fast has my head spinning. I don’t know what to call anyone, elf, demon, fairy, dragon.”

  “Man, men, woman, women work fine.”

  “Okay, but he better not have human brains for desert.”

  “As there are no humans on this side other than consorts, they eat domestic animals.”

  “Cooked, I hope.”

  “I have no knowledge of his preferences though many do prefer raw. When in counsel, both are served.”

  “How often do they counsel?” Jason asked with a grimace as they reached the door.

  “Not often. The last was I believe a hundred and sixty years ago. Though I suspect a consul will be called to introduce the new member.”

  “Oh goody.” Inside, the castle was of the same enormous proportions. “Wow! Who cleans all of this?” Jason asked.

  “I huff and I puff, and I blow the dust out,” Victor told him.

  “You made a joke?”

  “In an attempt to make you more at ease. We will dine in my chambers.”

  Up long stairs and down even longer halls, they finally entered a massive room with a fireplace big enough to roast an entire cow in. A fire, tiny by comparison, burned in the middle with a tripod of sorts holding a black pot, reminiscent of a witch’s caldron.

  “Don’t throw anymore horror movie monsters at me, okay? I don’t think I can take anymore without running in a full out scream.”

  “Strip and settle yourself on the divan,” Victor told Jason, and then told Guy. “Strip and take your position at his feet.”

  “That’s not necessary,” Jason retorted.

  “It’s expected,” Guy told him softly.

  “You are allowed to sit beside me as a dragon, even a fledgling. Do not challenge me or you will kneel on the floor as well,” Victor warned.

  Jason’s hackles went up, but Guy’s light touch to his arm stayed his angry response. “Your dominance grows with each minute. You must learn to regulate it with respect for the laws of what you have become.”

  “What laws?”

  “Obey him for both our sakes.”

  “Good advice,” Victor stated.

  Jason cupped his hand to Guy’s cheek. “My place is to protect you. If he orders anything you are unwilling to do, you say your safe word. Understand?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Guy disrobed and dropped the glamor shield. His hairless body glowed softly, and Jason’s cock responded.

  “May I, Sir?” Guy asked, pointing to the buttons of Jason’s shirt.

  “You may.”

  With deliberate slowness, Guy opened each button and worked his hand under the free materia
l, caressing from gut to shoulders where he pushed the shirt down Jason’s arms, the touch of his palms warm and tickling. With the same sensuous pace, he opened the snap and fly of Jason’s pants, running his hands inside the elastic band of his briefs to his hips and down, stroking from hips to ankles, lowering himself to his knees. Unlacing first one boot and easing it off Jason’s foot, Guy worked the pooled pants free, and then moved to the other.

  As soon as he had the second boot off, Victor gave an order. “Remain on your knees and take him in your mouth.”

  Guy didn’t hesitate a split second. Jason didn’t object even though public displays had never been his thing - not that he hadn’t watched several. Guy’s hot wet mouth sucking his stiff cock earned a long, slow blown out breath. With Guy deep-throating him, Jason’s hip went into action. From the first time he had set eyes on Victor in his golden glow, his cock had ached with wanting attention. Guy gave it with such expertise Jason doubted he’d last long. Hands fisted in Guy’s hair, Jason fucked his lover’s mouth and fucked hard, his balls drawing up on the verge of exploding when Victor pulled Guy back.

  “On your back,” he told Guy. “You,” he told Jason, “on your hands and knees over him, your face to his cock.”

  Another sixty-nine. Jason was okay with that. He positioned himself over Guy, reached for Guy’s cock and received a sharp swat to his exposed ass.

  “Wait for instructions,” Victor told him.

  “I don’t need lessons on how—Ow!”

  The second swat was harder, nearly shoving him off his knees. His ass stung, and his cock throbbed. He’d been a submissive in a scene more than once and knew he could be as responsive to receiving punishment as to giving it at different times. Told he was an odd combination of sadist and masochist, or a switch. Jason had never cared. He’d always done just whatever pleased him at the moment, the same as he either topped or bottomed depending on his mood. He knew that about himself. He didn’t expect Victor to, but then he had bottomed when he had sex with Victor and hadn’t complained when Victor had been more than a little rough.

  “Take him in your mouth now. For every swat I give you, you will bite.”

  Jason took Guy’s long cock in to just past the flange, swirling his tongue over the dripping head. The third swat hit him, dead center on the ass, His jaw snapped and released as much in reaction as being ordered. Beneath him, Guy moaned, his hands gripped Jason’s knees, and his hips flexed, driving his cock deeper, giving Jason’s teeth a new spot to clench on when the next swat hit his right cheek. Nails dug into his knees, the cock went deeper for a new spot for the next bite and swat.

  Jason breathed a sigh when a hand soothed his heated ass, his own cock painfully protesting its neglect and threatening to spill without it. What happened next, he nearly cried with joy over. Victor’s cock slid down the crack between his burning cheeks, slicking the way with pre-cum. It nudged his hole, and Jason pushed out, begging for penetration. Instead, Victor pulled back, slipping his cock between Jason’s legs to mock fuck his balls and press a finger into his hole, finding and teasing his prostate. Victor knew he had him ready to come, his fingers from the other hand pinching and pulling Jason’s balls.

  Leaning over him, Victor blew in his ear and licked on his neck. Jason’s hips went crazy, fucking air, his cock begging for friction and his ass begging for more. At the same time, Guy flexed his hips reminding Jason he was failing his duties. Sucking hard and deep throating Guy’s cock in his mouth, Jason welcomed a second finger up his ass, stretching, adding burn to the pleasure.

  “Little elf, you may come,” Victor said. “You, my fledgling will take every drop or there will be no cock for you.”

  To emphasize his threat, the fingers left Jason’s desperate ass. The cock between his legs slipped away. He nearly sobbed.

  “Bite,” Victor ordered. “Bring him to fulfillment.”

  Jason clamped his teeth down and dragged them from the base of Guy’s cock up. He never made it to the flange before Guy’s balls exploded, filling his mouth with streams of thick, hot cum, and so help him, as hard as he tried, Jason couldn’t swallow fast enough to take it all down.

  Leaning on one arm beside them, Victor watched, his hand rubbing circles on Jason’s heated ass. Jason swallowed until the shots hitting his throat stopped. He licked, his tongue taking up any that dribbled down Guy’s rapidly softening cock or spilled to his hairless groin. Jason needed that cock up his ass.

  “Very good.”

  Victor pulled Jason up, swung him around, and dropped him belly down over an ottoman. No sooner did Jason’s belly hit the soft fabric than a cock going up his ass shoved him forward. Hands braced, Jason spread his legs even farther apart, letting his balls hang free, and his own weight and Victor’s trap his cock against his belly to give it friction. That, however, was not what Victor intended. One pull of Victor’s strong hands at each hip had only Jason’s shoulders on the ottoman. Jason reached for his cock and received another hard slap on the ass.

  “Little elf, your turn.”

  Guy wasted not a second in going to his back, wiggling up between Victor’s legs and taking Jason in his mouth. Heaven or hell, Jason wasn’t sure. His body was going crazy. One lover sucked and bit on Jason’s cock and pinched and pulled on his balls, all while a pile driver pumped his ass. Jason’s hips sought one and then the other, never seeming to hit maximum with either until Guy and Victor hit a rhythm. Faster and faster, harder and harder, until he cried out.

  “More, give me more!”

  Panting hard in his ear, Victor’s tongue first dipped inside, around, down and his teeth clamped hard on Jason’s shoulder. Jason cried out in relief, stiffened with the first shot of cum, relaxed and stiffened again with the second, over and over with each contraction a little less than the first until he was limp, savoring the sucking and licking Guy was giving him.

  Victor rolled him from the ottoman to his back on the floor. Guy followed, finishing the job of licking him clean.

  “Now, little fledgling, what was it you were going to say when I gave an order?”

  “Fuck you,” Jason said barely able to hear his own weak voice.

  “That I will not allow.”

  “Well hell, if sex is going to be that good without it, I guess I’ll just fuck Guy.”

  * * * *

  At least he had plenty of room to thrash around. Guy, wisely, stayed at the portal to the castle to watch while Victor gave instructions on how to voluntarily change to a dragon. More than a little leery of doing so, Jason was having some problems accomplishing it.

  “Imagine yourself as a dragon,” Victor instructed.

  “I don’t know what I looked like.”

  “Picture yourself as you saw me.”

  “What I could see of myself wasn’t golden.”

  With an inpatient sweep of his hand, Victor told him, “Stop making excuses and concentrate.”

  “It wasn’t a very pleasant experience.”

  “Do you wish punishment?”

  Jason gave him his best “go to hell” look before he closed his eyes. He could envision how Victor had looked easily enough. Transferring Victor’s to how Jason remembered how little of himself he’d been able to see wasn’t working. Turning gold to green in the mind picture of Victor wasn’t as easy, but once done, the hair on Jason’s arms raised from what felt like worms crawling under his skin. He opened his eyes to see the tattoo moving. Panic gripped him; his heart rate kicked up, he gasped for breath, and no telling what he would have done if Victor hadn’t clamped his hands over his eyes.

  “Feel your dragon grow. Feel it cover your body and take control.”

  The same paralysis Kirfreda’s hands over his eyes had caused held him immobile. The sensation spread over him, and he whimpered from the pain of bones growing, distorting, and his skin burning. Jason’s back ripped open, and Victor, keeping one hand over Jason’s eyes, pushed the sprouting wings apart. Staying behind him, V
ictor rode Jason’s back as his body grew, and Jason flattened on the ground.

  “In a moment, I will remove my hand,” Victor told him. “You will not panic. You will not thrash, but will wait for my instructions.” Easing his hands away, Victor continued to talk. “Incotricortriney will come to us now. He will do as I instruct; as will you. You will not move until given permission.”

  Jason didn’t move his body. He did his eyes, though. Long scale-covered legs sprawled out before him, four fingers with claws at the end. Straining his eyes to the sides, he could see wings, long floppy wings reminding him too much of bat wings—except for the color—and extending for no less than ten feet to each side.

  Standing in front of him, Guy said, “You are beautiful.”

  Jason snorted, surprising himself with managing something so simple, surprising because the sound had been a reflex action that came without thought.

  Victor chuckled, stroking his head between what had to be horns. “You feel that, yes? You know where I touch you?”

  Jason nodded, again surprised with how easily the reflex action came to him.

  “Incotricortriney will walk around you, stroking your limbs so your brain will associate and connect with what is new to it.”

  Jason did okay with his arms—legs now— and he pretty much enjoyed the feel of Guy’s hand stroking him. The scales weren’t hard or brittle, but soft and sensitive, ruffling much like feathers as Guy’s hand passed over them. He’d expected them to be hard, more like armor, not fluffing up for more attention.

  After Guy stroked the second leg, Victor told him, “Think only of how you fold your arms to your shoulders and draw your front limbs now to under you.”

  Again, reflex made it easy. Jason didn’t have to stop and think of how he would have to lift his dragon body to obey. His brain responded, lifting his shoulders and chest to fold his new legs under him, resting his weight on what had once been his elbows and forearms. The back legs, once Guy stroked each one, responded as easily, adjusting to the different angles to fold them under his belly, even with the addition appendages weighing him down.