Chosen by the Beasts, Claimed by the Dragon-Chapter 29: Best friends

(CW: some tit-play, no actual sex)

A/N: I hope this answers some of the anatomical questions a few of my readers have been having!

—ZORYN—

"Roan, can you help wash my back? I can feel the sand fusing with my skin," I hold the rag out to him.

We are sitting in my tent with a basin of what used to be clean water, and I have been scrubbing blood and grime off myself for twenty minutes, and all that’s left is my back.

Roan nods shakily and takes the rag from my hand. He has been carefully avoiding looking at me since I took my top off, but he seems to have steeled his resolve. My friend stands behind me, gently brushing my hair away to gain full access to my back.

"You’re already healing up," he notes, taking a gentle swipe at my skin.

"Duh, I’m a dragon," I say, leaning forward slightly to offer more skin. "Scrub harder, no blood will come off like that."

Roan sighs and laughs, "I didn’t want to rub the sand further into your flesh, but if you say you want me to scrub harder, your wish is my command... freak."

"Speaking of freaks," I say, glancing back at him slightly. "Roan, dragonkin totally do have dicks! Dad lied to us that time!"

"What?!" Roan makes a noise of surprise.

He’s more surprised than I was. After finding out I was a woman a few days ago, and realizing the binding I wore without question was to hide being a woman—I already started to doubt most things about myself anatomically, including my genitalia. Then, last night with Ren, my assumption was confirmed—because he definitely has one.

When I was a kid, Dad had told me (and Roan, because he was there when I asked) that dragonkin men don’t always have penises.

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I was about five years old at the time, and Dad took me and Roan to the river to play. I was never allowed to show my body when others were around, so I had a pair of shorts and a shirt on.

Roan wasn’t bound by the same rule. When we got there, Roan immediately got naked and ran into the water—and that’s when I noticed it for the first time.

"What is THAT?!" I asked him immediately, shocked by what I was seeing. I pointed directly at it.

He looked at me with a frown. "Um... Dad told me it’s called a weenie. Why? Where’s yours?"

I frowned without answering, stomping straight to my father. Roan waddled behind, curious as well.

"Dad, why does Roan have a weenie, but I don’t?" I asked with a pout. I hated losing, even back then.

Dad looked at us and sighed bemusedly. "Dragon men don’t always have one. You’re special that way."

I puffed my chest out proudly, "Oh. I’m special."

"Wow, that’s pretty cool, little bro," Roan nodded.

"But, listen to me you two—dragons are the only ones like that, and it’s a big, important secret. Other beastmen almost all have... weenies, except for us," Dad spoke seriously. "You mustn’t speak of this to anyone else. Promise me."

Feeling like we were let in on some huge conspiracy, Roan and I zipped our lips and never talked about it again. We took his word as gospel, and moved on. The two of us have always been this way—simple.

When we were older, learning anatomy, we only learned about the normal beastmen, not the divine beastmen (dragons).

The dragonkin have always been reclusive, never allowing anyone to study them, and hardly visiting the lower lands at all—so no one knew any better, and I had no reason to doubt it in the first place.

Ren is the first dragon besides myself and Dad that I’ve ever met, and obviously Dad never showed me his—that would be weird.

And when we learned about beastwomen, we learned that all of them, without exception, have a birthmark over their womb in the shape of an eye... which I, for some reason, do not have. Maybe because my mother was human, who knows.

So I had even less reason to question it.

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"Yeah, deadass. He just told us that so I wouldn’t notice I was a girl," I sigh. "I probably should have questioned more things growing up, huh?"

Roan continues to wash my back, "I dunno. We were happy kids, weren’t we? Maybe it was for the best. Sure, he should have told you sooner than this, but I think being in the dark wasn’t a bad thing."

I hum in thought. I guess he’s right. I think growing up as a boy was better for me, as a person, anyway. I can’t imagine not being able to spar and shit. The beastwomen we have (the unawakened, mostly humanlike ones) are far too weak to participate in sports and combat.

"Yeah, you’re right. I’d have killed myself if I couldn’t throw down whenever I got mad," I chuckle.

Roan nods. "Absolutely. How’d you find this out, anyway?"

"Oh, last night, I found out that Ren has one," I answer.

"...Right, the mating thing," he says, clearing his throat slightly. "Well, how was your first time?"

"Really good," I nod. "It was his first, too." 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

"Lord Zarenien was a virgin all this time? I know he’s over a hundred years old at least," Roan asks incredulously. "That’s impressive. Me and Ewen lost ours together when we were... fifteen? Our first time wasn’t very good, he didn’t know what he was doing and neither did I."

"I don’t think Ren is into guys," I say. "Not positive, though. As for why he never had sex with a woman, though, I have no idea. I guess there aren’t many to choose from?"

"Wow, that would be lonely," Roan replied, his voice full of empathy. "At least he has you, now."

I roll my eyes, "You’re such a sap."

Roan tosses the used rag into the dirtier basin, "This sap just washed your back. You should be grateful."

"Of course, I’m grateful," I chuckle, standing from my spot to get a new shirt.

I feel him tense, and I glance to the side at Roan to see what’s wrong. "You good?" Then, I see his gaze is eye level with my chest when he’s sitting down.

Ohhh... right. Boobs. I forgot that men liked them so much—I love women, but I never quite loved tits the same as the other guys did. Mine are currently littered with now-fading bites and hickeys, but he doesn’t seem to care.

Roan’s brows raise and he averts his eyes, "Sorry, didn’t mean to stare... it’s just... different. And hot. It’s kind of really weird when your best guy friend is suddenly your hot woman best friend."

"Want to touch?" I ask with a laugh, turning to face him full on. "I know you had a huge crush on that one lion woman a few years ago with huge boobs, but you didn’t get a chance with her."

"You’re being serious?" he asks.

"Why not?" I shrug.

Roan gets this look in his eyes that I’ve never seen before—a darkness, a hunger—and it sends ice down my spine. It’s so unfamiliar and thrilling, but I can tell the soft bear in him is still in there, which is a comfort.

He looks at me, silently asking permission once more, waiting until I nod before he reaches one of his large, calloused hands out. He gives one of my tits a tentative squeeze, then rubs his thumb over my nipple. The roughness of his finger against the sensitive bud makes my skin rise with goosebumps.

Roan sighs contentedly, "Normal women are beautiful, but you’re even better."

"Pfff, whatever. You’re biased," I scoff, but my words come out a little more breathless than I intended.

He hums and playfully pulls me closer to him. Since he’s sitting and I’m standing, he takes advantage of our positions by guiding me onto his lap, which puts my chest directly in his face.

Roan’s lips part slightly, only an inch from my untouched nipple, and he breathes out, "...Can I?"

His hot breath against my skin makes my nipples harden, and a wave of excitement rolls through me. I nod, "Yeah."

His mouth is against my skin instantly, and he drags his tongue over my breast slowly, as if he’s savoring the taste. I shudder beneath his touch, warmth building in my core with each flick of his tongue.

Roan pulls back a little, then presses my boobs together so they’re squished against one another. He puts his face between them and starts kissing them both ravenously, while still stimulating my nipples with his thumbs.

I make a small yelp of surprise when he suddenly bites one of my nipples, "Oh?— Hngh..."

He keeps his bite firm and tugs slightly, pulling on me. It stings, but... in a good way. Then he does it to my other side.

"Have to keep it symmetrical, right?" He chuckles after he’s done. Roan gently removes me from his lap and stands, adjusting his pants as he does. "Thanks for letting me..."

"Of course, I wouldn’t ban my tit-enthusiast best friend from having access to mine," I laugh, though I’m still catching my breath.

"You’re the best." Roan tosses a clean shirt at me, "Get dressed. There’s food we need to eat."

"Alright, alright."