The Dragon Lord's Aide Wants to Quit [BL]-Chapter 318: Instinct and Study (M)

Nope.

Fuck wouldn’t be quite right as an expletive to describe what was happening to him. In truth, it should have been fucked.

Yes. Fucked. That was more like it.

Because thoroughly fucked was what he was going to be after the great golden dragon used all his brain power to process that he could most definitely take his mate like this.

Like a glorious revelation, Kael himself stiffened because of the possibilities. Both of them were extremely surprised by what had happened, and his twig even more so.

But the golden dragon sat there frozen for a good bit because he didn’t expect his mate’s insides to be like that.

As the personification of fire and heat, Kael Dravaryn didn’t expect his mate’s insides to have that staggering internal heat that even he could feel.

It was warm. Uniquely damp. And all around his fortunate finger came a tug that was impossible to ignore.

To think he barely had a bit of his finger in.

Kael had to bite his lip because if this was how his finger felt, then how would it feel with his entire length?

Would he survive this sensation?

Would he be able to stop?

His shaft stiffened at the very thought. His cock was as desperate as he was, and it didn’t help that when he looked at his extremely flushed mate, what he got in return was his twig opening his legs wider.

Yes. Despite feeling like the ground should just open to swallow him, Riley Hale Dravaryn, who had a finger up his newly deflowered ass, didn’t do as most would have normally done.

Instead of recoiling, considering such intense embarrassment that he would likely remember until the day he died, Riley just couldn’t help it.

He had to open up.

He just had to open up more when he could feel his own insides sucking up his dragon’s finger.

It was disastrous.

Unexpected.

And fucking obscene.

Riley really wanted to be fucked.

More importantly, it was as if his body were made for it.

So much for all the preparation he worried about. He had been concerned about how to relax so they could both enjoy the first time. He was extremely worried about getting injuries because he was certain Kael would stop or even castrate himself if Riley ended up getting hurt when they actually did it.

Unlike him, who expected it considering human anatomy, he was certain Kael wouldn’t be able to accept it.

So he worried a lot.

But with what was happening to him. To them. Riley couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief under all of the embarrassment.

And who really knows what was taking place, but his relief was showing a bit too much with how his body welcomed the sensation.

Riley looked at Kael, who was staring at him with such intensity. He initially wanted to look away, but then remembered they were married.

The man in front of him was his. Entirely.

Everything that had to do with Kael was his.

His mate’s joys were his.

His mate’s pain was his.

So just the same, Kael’s pleasure was his.

And he didn’t want to deny him anything. Just like he didn’t want to pretend he didn’t like this.

"Kael..." His voice was hoarse, not because he had been screaming but because he couldn’t help but mewl about what he was about to say.

"T-this is how you can loosen me up. A finger, then two... then maybe even three."

"So while we can’t do everything today. We can do this. We can prepare this early, so it would be fine when the time comes."

Riley said this like he was word-vomiting. His voice was getting softer and softer, but he still kept eye contact.

The air in the room seemed to vanish as the silence stretched between them.

Riley felt his heart hammering against his ribs, wondering if he had said too much or if he had somehow broken the spell of the moment. But then Kael leaned in closer, his gaze dropping to where his finger was still being swallowed by Riley’s heat.

Then the golden dragon spoke with a voice so deep that Riley’s tailbone practically trembled.

"Which position would be most comfortable for you?"

Huh?

Kael looked more than just determined.

And maybe Riley shouldn’t have answered.

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When the gods gave blessings to the people of Eryndra, they certainly didn’t leave any stone unturned for the glorious golden dragon lord.

If there was a specimen that Riley could confidently call gifted, it would have to be his very own husband, as he plugged him with the entire length of that middle finger.

"!!!"

Just like Riley told him.

But nothing like the ex-mortal ever expected.

The man who utilized the recorded compilation of human knowledge had actually said to go in gently. To coax when there’s a bit of resistance. And then, when possible, to maybe find a spot just about two inches in.

Those were Riley’s instructions.

But screw resistance when Kael, who did take it slow, managed to sink in deeper, sliding past the knuckle with a wet, squelching sound that echoed in the supposedly quiet room.

It felt like a hot brand was being pressed into his core.

Yet the pain he expected never came.

Instead, there was only a heavy, stretching fullness that seemed to vibrate in time with his racing heartbeat.

The ex-human, experiencing this for the very first time, prayed for strength.

Strength he most definitely needed when Kael curled his sinful finger.

"AHH!"

Riley’s eyes practically rolled back, and his hips gave a sharp, involuntary jerk.

Oh gods.

He found it.

The blooming and extremely sensitive ball of nerves lit up all at once, and Riley couldn’t help but yelp.

"Nnf—!"

He might actually die from this.

And yet there was no one else to blame.

He did this to himself, and he ought to accept it all.

If only he knew what that would entail.

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For one devoted dragon lord couldn’t dare accept anything subpar when it came to his mate.

And it started with extreme observation.

Kael’s golden eyes didn’t miss a thing.

Every twitch, every tremor, every shallow breath—he tracked it all like a predator with the precision of a scholar and the hunger of a mate who had waited far too long.

He noticed how a curl of his finger made Riley gasp. How a steady press caused his toes to lock like they were bracing for impact. And just like that, the great golden dragon started experimenting.

Slow, deliberate strokes.

Then, sudden, pinpoint pressure.

Every reaction, every shiver that ran down Riley’s body, was filed away like ancient scripture.

"Riley?" Kael’s voice rumbled low, like it came from the bones of the bed itself.

He noticed the biting. How Riley was pressing his mouth into the pillow so hard his lips had gone pale.

"Do you not like this? You’re so quiet."

He paused, finger still fully buried, unmoving now as he waited.

Riley looked wrecked and, honestly, was anything but quiet. However, to a certain golden dragon, his twig’s effort to stay sane was considered quiet.

The tight ring of pleasure looked like he was about to melt into the mattress from sheer mortification, face hidden in the pillow like he wanted to disappear.

"I... It’s not that!" Riley croaked, voice muffled and shaky. "It’s just... I can’t help it, Kael. I know no one else could hear us, but it’s just a reflexive response."

In fact, Riley’s entire body at that moment felt like one giant reflexive response.

The dragon lord seemed to take a moment, but didn’t pull away.

Instead, he leaned closer, his body towering until all Riley could feel was him. Then he heard a tactic that, for some reason, felt like déjà vu.

"Then if it’s not because you dislike it, then don’t hide them from me."

The dragon’s voice was soft.

Dangerously soft.

Sorry, but who was this?!

What happened to his monosyllabic husband?

"I need the sounds, Riley. I want to hear it all. If you stay silent, how am I supposed to know what brings you the most pleasure?"

"How am I to know I’m worshipping you properly?"

Riley wanted to scream. Not from pain. But from the absolute absurdity of that statement.

Because what part of this wasn’t clear?

He was arched like a bowstring, so tight that his own back felt like it might snap from tension. His cock had been weeping into the air for what felt like eternity. There were streaks of precum on his stomach that looked like surrender.

If this wasn’t enough proof, then Kael needed to get his dragon eyes checked.

But Riley couldn’t say any of that.

Because he was vibrating.

Literally shaking with how close he was.

And they weren’t even past two fingers.

Two.

If this was what two felt like, then what the hell was going to happen when Kael finally—

Oh gods.

Dammit!

Please!