0 comments/ 16499 views/ 0 favorites Guests Cum First Ch. 01 By: SweetSexySwitch Four days of, what? Sexual bliss, torture, healthy sexual recreation or intense sexual education, pick one or all it didn't matter. What did matter is that Mikal was as wiped as if he'd just gone through his own first cycle again. He closed his eyes and just let the hot water run over his body. That was bliss right now. For the first time in four days he let his mind relax and drift back over the events. ***************************** He'd been helping Keellan grade final exam papers. Kee had started asking for his help when there started to be more then one or two with a decidedly homosexual theme. Every early spring he'd assign a paper like this, asking his students to write a clear, concise paper regarding their deepest sexual fantasy. The reason was simple enough. Keellan taught a group of students that had yet to go through a first cycle, but were damn close. A basic sex ed for dragons as it were. The writing assignment would help pinpoint any problems or fears or preferences in advance. It wasn't a perfect system, but it worked well enough. Kee had started asking Mikal's assistance because Mikal was the resident expert that could see beyond the words. Mikal laughed to himself as he made a half dozen correction marks on the paper, then froze, lifting his head. His vibrant blue eyes flickered to a searing electric blue as a silent plea swept though him again, charged with sexual hunger and need on an astounding level. Oh hell, he thought shakily, whoever it is, it's gonna be a hell of a ride. Mikal took a deep breath, listening and waiting to see if the call would repeat itself, more focused. The pen in his hand snapped as the repeat of the call screamed across his nerve endings. Fuck me running, he thought, slamming up the heavy filters on the life-bond link with Wind and standing. At 6'4" with an athletic build, cobalt blue eyes and dark wavy hair Mikal DeVey was a yummy sight indeed and it wasn't unusual at all to see women sighing when he walked into a room. Sighing however was about all they could do. It wasn't a secret that Mikal had chosen to prefer the intimate touch of men over women after he'd lost his wife Matty years before. Thankfully his gentle nature and wry humor eased the heartbreak of his not being attainable. Mikal stood still, his head cocked slightly, taking deep steady breaths. No doubt that the call is from a male, he thought. ~Where?~ He sent the single thought in the general direct he'd felt the need come from. The response had him reeling for a moment. No words, but images being thrown at a frantic rate. Images coming so fast he couldn't decipher them. ~Slow down. Breath. Where?~ He kept his mind as steady as he could, bracing himself on the desk, waiting for the response. The mind he'd touched had been burning with hunger, but not the hunger of a cycle. That didn't really matter though and wasn't that unusual either. Homosexuality in dragons was rare enough that when there was a need it was met by someone. As there were only three known currently in residence at Sanctuary, Mikal, Wind and StarsDream, picking up a call like this that wasn't just an idle daydream meant it was deliberate. This time the images were slower, clearer. Mikal swallowed. Guest wing. Guests were not a common event, but they did happen. Usually from a different region passing through, or sometimes visiting teachers. Mikal hadn't been aware of anyone, but then again he'd been tangled up in grading and the like for a few days too and yet he responded, sending a response that consisted of a feeling rather then words as he left his room and headed toward the mind. He'd worry about names later but for now he knew only that he needed to get to this visitor damn fast. By the time he reached the room his body was coated in a light sweat. The guest hadn't let up on his need one damn bit, and Mikal found that he was having a hell of a time maintaining some semblance of control. The door was damn near yanked off its hinges as Mikal reached it. Before Mikal could open his mouth or in fact say a single word a strong hand grabbed him by the upper arm and jerked him into the room. Off balance, both mentally and physically Mikal found himself slammed against the door, effectively closing it and then a hard, hot unfamiliar mouth covered his hungrily. Mikal almost lost control under the needy assault. He gave a strangled groan, returning the kiss even as he tried to gentle it. He brought a hand up to the back of his assailants neck, letting his strong fingers trace along the jaw even as he set his other hand on the lean, powerful hip of the matching body that had effectively pinned him. Bare skin met his sensitive fingers, bare hot silken skin. Oh damn, was Mikal's half formed thought. Abruptly the kiss ended, leaving him and the guest breathing hard. Full body contact left little to hide, and it wasn't just the breathing that was hard. Mikal managed to open his eyes and look finally at who had been so frantically needy. A strong face, with burning amber eyes and an almost cruel mouth, framed by waves of pale blond hair. Inside, Mikal shivered at the implications of that mouth that had so recently assaulted his. That's a demanding mouth, he thought, a determined, demanding mouth. Even as Mikal studied the man's face, his hands slid along his bare skin. Like super heated velvet over whipcord steel, he thought. Mikal almost groaned as a wave of hunger washed through him. Hunger that wanted to run his mouth over every single heated inch of that skin. Mikal suddenly was hyper aware of every contact point of their bodies, from the pressing touch of the man's hips to the slick velvet of his cock resting against his own. Mikal never wondered at his clothing vanishing, as it could have been either one of them that had done that with a thought. There was never a doubt that this man had the ability to make clothing vanish with a thought. The non-gifted rarely if ever were housed in these guest quarters. Whatever else this guest might be, he had enough mental abilities to warrant these guest rooms. He shifted his weight ever so slightly, causing an almost caress with and of the guest's cock. Both of them were hard as hard could get, both slicked with pre-cum. Shaft slid across shaft, head rubbed head and both of them shivered and sighed as amber eyes met cobalt. ~I'm not a child and I don't break, dragon. What I do is need.. a great deal.~ The guests voice rippled through Mikal's mind like molten honey, leaving in it's wake a searing hunger. Mikal drew a hissing breath, his eyes flashing. No, whoever he was, he wasn't a child, Mikal thought to himself. Need he could easily handle. The guests substantial cock though might be a bit of a delicious challenge. Mikal wasn't exactly tiny in that department, most dragon's even in human form were well endowed, however the guest put Mikal's 9 ½ inches almost to shame. Not so much in length but in width. Length they were close to equal from what Mikal had felt, width however was a vastly different ballgame as the guest was as thick as a small child's wrist. ~A great deal of..?~ Mikal's mental tone took on an almost mocking-teasing tone. Had this been a student he wouldn't have dared, but it wasn't, so taking the tone he would with say Wind, seemed to be safe enough. Even as he fired off the reply, Mikal leaned toward the guest and slowly ran his tongue along the man's collar bone, leaving his own trace of sizzling hunger. Sweet goddess, Mikal thought with a shiver. The skin was as warm and velvety to the tongue as to the touch and tasted both honey sweet and yet slightly of almost paprika. ~You.~ The mental reply came with an audible hiss and a hand winding through Mikal's dark silken hair. The hand tightened and pulled Mikal back to meet those amber eyes then exerted downward pressure, leaving no doubt as to what was wanted. For a moment Mikal felt the hot flash of anger that he squashed back into passion. It's been said a few times that the only thing greater then a dragons rage is his passion, however anger and lust are close cousins. Mikal slid his hand from the guests neck down across his shoulder before wrapping it around the wrist of the hand in his hair in an iron grip. ~Asking works better then demanding, especially with me.~ Mikal kept his mental tone as even as possible, but still there was a warning. For a long moment their eyes met and held, the tension hot and tight between them. Then the guest gave a half smile and relaxed his hand in Mikal's hair. That smile sent another shiver through Mikal on a visceral level, but so subtle that it was lost in the searing hunger between them. Mikal smiled a smoldering half smile even as he turned his head briefly to place a single kiss on the inside of the guests wrist, giving what some might call a coy little lick to the warm skin. With a silent understanding in place, Mikal gave in to the urge to taste as much of the guests velvety sweet-spicy skin as possible. Starting at his broad shoulders, Mikal methodically began to lick, kiss and caress his way downward. Where he couldn't lick he kissed with slow suckling kisses, and where he couldn't easily reach with his mouth he ran his hands. He lingered over the guests broad chest, deliberately teasing each nipple with teeth and tongue to pebble hardness before moving downward, his skilled hands following for a moment, before returning to their exploration of the mans back. Every lick brought another rush of sweet-spice, heady to the point of intoxicating. The beauty of this sort of thing was that one could loose ones self in the moment and yet not completely loose ones self. A temporary sort of a bond, one that allowed for ease of communication of needs without being permanently binding. Dragons are hedonistic creatures and Mikal was no exception. He reveled in the taste, smell, feel of the guests skin and in the reveling his hunger grew exponentially. Mikal paused as he reached the rippled stomach and looked back up the mans body, his eyes almost glowing. The look on the mans face brought a smug smile to Mikal's lips. He was braced against the closed door, his breathing coming in ragged deep breaths now. Mikal gave a suckling kiss to his hip and shifted his sight briefly to infrared, using thermography to see deeper levels of heat then with the normal eye. The riot of oranges and yellows with spots of white was glorious in its implications. Mikal glanced down at his target and licked his lips. Almost white in its heat. Mikal blinked, shifting back to normal vision and dipped his head to run a teasing tongue along the top. The world seemed to implode. Heat, need, hunger and spice all swirled through him, ripping a guttural groan from Mikal. In the blink of an eye his deliberateness vanished and he pounced, engulfing as much of that broad heavy cock as he could in one mouthful. Both of them shuddered and the guest gave an almost anguished groan, dropping a hand to Mikal's hair once more. Mikal ran his tongue along the shaft and circled the massive head, his hands flat against the guests hips. Another almost gulp took several more inches. Mikal moaned at the bliss and ignored the thickness. He'd damn near dislocate his jaw to get every single delectable inch of this monster in his mouth and down his throat. He closed his eyes, letting a hand slid from where it rested to encircle the base of the addicting monster cock, then gulped another inch. The feel alone was heaven, silky hard and velvet all at the same time. The heavy veins only added to the mix. Combine that with sweet-spicy and a touch of salt. Mikal hadn't tasted or felt anything like this ever, but he'd never forget it. The need to feel more was over-whelming and with a thought born of hunger, his tongue flickered and shifted to something much better equipped to taste every inch. Long, flexible and forked. Mikal never felt the hand tighten in his hair, never felt his head connect with the door, never heard the animalistic howl that was torn from the guests throat. Draconian tongue wrapped around the heavy twitching cock in his mouth he squeezed, delighting in getting the rest in his mouth and down his throat. He almost whimpered as the glorious monster started to pull away, flexing his tongue around it in a silent plea to stay. Mikal had lost count of how many times he'd wrung a delighted, startled yelping groan from students and howls of sheer bliss from Wind with this technique. His tongue twined around the shaft, flexing and releasing while applying pulsating suction was mind blowing. He'd showed Wind the trick and suffered delightfully for that ever since. Deep throat a cock on top of that and you could guarantee orgasm shortly thereafter. He relaxed his tongue, feeling his new suck toy coming back. A tickle of soft but wiry pubic hair had him drop his hand from around the massive shaft, letting it drift to caress the heavy balls before sliding around to rest on the solid muscle of his ass. For a long moment they stayed like that, the guest's cock buried to the hilt down Mikal's throat. The guest kept one hand tangled in the dark hair, looking down at a sight he'd never thought to see. ~Pretty dragon... brave dragon... but are you clever enough to satisfy my incredible need to shoot my load down your little throat?~ The guests voice burned through Mikal's mind, even as he tightened his hold on Mikal's hair and flexed carefully. Mikal slowly opened his eyes and looked up the length of the guests body, vaguely surprised he was against the door, then contracted his tongue and trilled in the back of his throat. ~Clever enough for you oh amber eyed one?~ Clever smever, Mikal wanted that load desperately, and if he had to pull out every trick in the book to wring it from the guy, then he would. Mikal's answer came suddenly and almost savagely. Mikal had been mouth fucked a hell of a lot, hell he loved it, but this mouth fucking was beyond anything he'd ever experienced. He would have sworn he had every last inch of cock down his throat, but with a hard short thrust he realized that he'd been wrong. Mikal's eyes rolled back for half a second then slid closed as he fought to find the right rhythm. Four hard thrusts and he found it. Trilling deep in his throat, his tongue flexing in perfect rhythm to the thrusts. A half dozen more, with enough power behind them that anyone other then a dragon would have had their skull shattered like an over-ripe melon, and he felt the first vibrations of imminent orgasm. He changed the rhythm of his tongue seconds before his head slammed hard into the door, a howling groan exploded from the guests throat and the first searing spurt of cum was shot down his throat. Mikal gulped, shuddered and gulped again, all the while using that flexible, forked tongue to milk every single drop. Time seemed to slow. Only four shots, but each one added to the power of the previous one. Like spiced creamed honey they slid down Mikal's hungry throat and in truth he almost wanted to cry when they were all gone. He shuddered, letting his tongue caressingly release it's hold on the beautiful but softening cock in his mouth and sighed when it was extracted completely from his mouth, lazily licking his lips. "What thoughtful hosts to get the guest off and leave themselves still hard and needy." Amber Eyes finally spoke out loud, his voice sounding like his cum had tasted, that of cream, honey and spice. Guests Cum First Ch. 02 Mikal chuckled low in his throat, running his hands lazily up the back of Amber Eye's well muscled, powerful legs, "Seems terribly rude to not do a simple thing that a guest asks, don't you think?" Despite his effort at humor, Mikal ached. He'd never actually gone to his knees but rather had ended up crouched, braced against the door with his back, the head of his cock brushing the inside of his thigh. He had no intentions of letting the situation stand as it currently was however. As a carver Mikal's fingers were very agile and sensitive. Learning to carve when one is blind tends to have that odd side effect. Though it had been years and years ago that he'd learned and years since his sight had returned, the sensitivity remained. As Mikal ran his hands up the back of Amber Eye's legs, those sensitive fingers traced every lean muscle line, skimmed the underside of his sculpted ass, then almost lazily drifted across his hips and swept downward to his ankles. Sweet goddess, Mikal thought, I thought I knew buff but, dayyyum. "And even ruder to not say thank you, pretty dragon." Mikal hissed as Amber Eyes' hand, still tangled in his hair, tugged upward. Not being given much room, Mikal kept his back against the door as he stood up, his hands running up Amber Eyes' body for balance as much as anything else. Their eyes met again, Mikal's flashing with irritation or hunger, or perhaps both and for a long moment there was a silent battle of wills. Mikal's eyes flicked to Amber Eye's mouth and as he saw the corner twitch up in an almost smile; he knew he'd lost that round. Mikal shifted his weight ever so slightly, and, in doing so, brushed his still achingly hard cock across the velvety soft skin of Amber Eyes' swiftly hardening member. Amber Eyes moved with fluid speed, his mouth descending to Mikal's as one hand wrapped around Mikal's steel hard cock, wringing a muffled half groan from him. ~The kiss is the thank you, pretty.. the rest of this is why I needed You.~ Amber Eyes mental voice was as searing as his solid hold on Mikal's twitching cock. In the heat of passion clear metal imagery is rare, it usually consists of emotions or even sensations. What burned into Mikal's mind however was as crystal clear as if he were staring at it. He saw himself pinned against a wall, Amber Eyes running his tongue down the shimmering dragon outline on Mikal's back; him pinned still face first against the door, Amber Eyes buried to the hilt in his ass. On the bed, on his back, taking what could only be called a brutal pounding. Image after image, accompanied by sensations. Mikal's hands slapped flat against Amber Eyes broad, solid chest, with no result save for the ringing sound echoing through the room. "He can't be serious," was Mikal's barely formed thought. "Please, goddess, don't let him be serious." It wasn't fear behind the frantic half formed thoughts, not by a long shot. The visions had instead ignited a hunger in Mikal that was as close to the hunger of a Cycle without actually being a Cycle as one could get. Gasping and shaking Mikal managed to actually break the kiss, his eyes searing electric blue as they met Amber Eye's. "No." The single word came out as a choked whisper, but sounded more like a plea. "You don't... want.. to go down... this..path... with me." Amber Eyes smiled and kissed his temple. "Bet me, pretty dragon. It hadn't been in my plans originally, but you... are... delightful." Each softly spoken word punctuated by trailed kisses along the side of Mikal's face, ending with a sharp nip on his earlobe and a caressing squeeze to Mikal's still captive member. Two words, two simple words that represented a huge challenge. In his heightened state of arousal Mikal heard the challenge and shivered. This is a really really bad idea, he thought. The solid warmth of Amber Eyes chest under his hands though called, like a siren song. Everything about this man called out a challenge, an almost dare and Mikal rarely turned down a dare or a challenge. With a whispered sigh Mikal took the challenge. Letting his hands roam again, sliding up the silken hard plains of Amber Eyes broad chest to tangle in the shimmering blond waves of his hair. Aw, fuck me, was Mikal's single, pained thought, he has to have hair that a guy could die in. "So what had been your plans, oh, amber eyed one?" Mikal's hands continued to wander and explore as best they could, as Amber Eyes stood a couple inches taller then him. "A nap actually." Amber Eyes voice was an almost amused rumbling purr against Mikal's skin, his mouth lazily wandering to explore the line of Mikal's jaw, his hand now idly stroking Mikal while his other arm braced against the door. As these sort of things go Mikal was, under normal circumstances, pretty much always alpha in encounters. Truth be told, he'd yielded to only two people, ever. The first had been his friend and first male lover Dyveed and the second was to Kerwind, his soul-mate. Everyone else didn't stand a chance. For all that Mikal was an exceptional Healer and overall gentle, quiet spoken guy, when it came to a romp in bed, he became almost opposite. He might give the impression of yielding, but that was a ruse which worked quite well for him under normal circumstances. Mikal shivered, his eyes almost closing, his fingers running over Amber Eyes' skin, leaving an almost electric tingle in their wake. A growling, purring trill rumbled in his chest at the feel of Amber Eyes hand that was solidly wrapped around his sensitive cock. Mikal's fingers swept downward, across Amber Eyes' hip, seeking to return the favor, even as the rest of his body seemed to act of its own accord, thrusting not so subtly into that delicious hand. "Apparently, that's changed." Mikal's voice was barely audible and slightly husky as he fought to keep from melting completely under the sensations. His fingers had barely brushed their goal, a single slick searing touch and then the game changed. With his free hand, Amber Eyes grabbed Mikal's wrist, stopping him from reaching his goal. He then pulled and spun Mikal, putting him face first against the door with a force and speed that cleared Mikal's head, almost. "It would seem that the infamous Master Carver DeVey is observant." There was an iron strength in the fingers that wrapped about Mikal's wrist, and which now held it twisted across his back. Amber Eyes shifted so that his body pinned Mikal close enough to the door that most movement was nigh impossible, bending his head to brush his lips across Mikal's ear. That sensual mocking reply was the equivalent of a bucket of ice water being thrown over Mikal. The words sent a icy chill through him. It wasn't that this guest knew him, or at least one part of him. That was easy enough to comprehend, as he was well known in over a dozen different regions, either on sight or by his work. No, perhaps it was the tone that chilled him. Like a faded nightmare that one couldn't fully recall. Despite this, Mikal's body still hungered, even as his mind raced to make sense of the change in the game. Okay, okay.. not the first time I've been tagged because of notoriety, Mikal thought, trying to ignore the growing heat along his back, I can handle this, right? Gracing the sleek, powerful muscles of Mikal's back was what many assumed to simply be a fantastic tattoo of a dragon in flight, in some sort of iridescent blue ink, starting at the top of his neck with the wings spanning his broad shoulders and ending with the slightly coiled tail at the very top curve of his well defined ass. The dragon was in no way a simple tattoo, but rather the outward reflection of his inner dragon self and deliciously sensitive to the point of near agony in erotic situations. The feel of something warm and wet running over his right shoulder almost undid Mikal's resolve, as Amber Eyes slowly licked Mikal's shoulder, tracing the upper edge of the wing. "What? No clever reply... Malcovitch?" Mikal gave a strangled snarl, lust flashing to fury in seconds. There were a handful of people that knew his full first name and this guest was most assuredly not one of those he counted. It wasn't really a big secret, but it was so rate that Mikal actually heard his full first name that the sound of it was more of a warning of danger than anything. Instinct had him trying to turn, to shove backwards, anything to throw Amber Eyes off balance. Amber Eyes gave a low, wicked chuckle, slamming Mikal hard against the door. "Hit a sore spot there, pretty dragon? Don't bother to answer, I can feel well enough that I did." He gave another slow lick, tracing another section of the shimmering wing on Mikal's shoulder before continuing, "I'm thinking you need a different sore spot." Mikal found he was shaking, though whether in fury or hunger he wasn't completely certain. Every brush of Amber Eyes tongue sent burning tingles through his entire body. This combined with the hyper-awareness of his skin to the feel and weight of Amber Eyes body where it touched his and the sweetly torturous grip he maintained on his almost pulsing cock were cause enough to shake. Amber Eyes' words however elicited an almost whimper. Overpowering him, bad idea, he thought raggedly, but I'll be damned if I'm yielding to this son-of-a-bitch. Mikal held onto what little fury remained in an effort to dodge looking at the full implications of Amber Eyes last comment. Even as these thoughts flashed through Mikal's mind an image flashed, recalled suddenly from earlier. Him, pinned against the door and Amber Eyes running his tongue down his back. Mikal's stomach lurched and he realized two things. One, he could feel the glistening strands of pre-cum dripping and two, that image was accurate ... currently and blatantly accurate. Guests Cum First Ch. 03 "Mmmmm... you remember that little idea of mine. How delicious." Amber Eyes mouth never left the highly sensitive skin of Mikal's back. "That alone gives me a starting place." Almost lazily Amber Eyes ran his tongue across the back of Mikal's neck. "Oh yes... before you start screaming, let me give you a name to scream..... Xanthus." Mikal's skin quivered under the meticulous tongue of Xanthus, but he managed to keep from loosing it completely. He still had some control, despite the almost purred words against his skin. Mikal knew that as long as he held onto some tiny shred of control that he could ride out damn near anything. It didn't surprise him that his thoughts were transparent. He'd expected that, as his mental shields were pretty much quivering jello, save for the one that encased his life-bond with Wind;that shield was solid and impenetrable regardless of anything else. Everyone has a super sensitive place on their body that just makes them crazy when touched. For some it's feet, or the backs of their knees. Just the simple act of caressing or kissing it makes their head spin and renders them a quivering puddle of pliability. In Mikal's case that spot was the back of his neck. Most of the time, in most situations, it never came into play. Certainly not in a true teaching situation, as Mikal would have control. Rarely with Wind, though he knew exactly where it was; save for the handful of times that Wind had warned him beforehand. Wind learned to warn after the first accidental time of finding it. Mikal's reaction had been the equivalent of shoving a vibrating cattle prod up his ass. Mikal's reaction this time wasn't quite as dramatic, thankfully. Xanthus's name and the sensation hit simultaneously, wringing a hissing indrawn gasp from Mikal, and a noticeable change in body language. A single name, a simple touch and Mikal caved like aged sandstone. In the blink of an eye the last traces of lingering stubbornness and control were swept aside, replaced with need, blinding, almost whorish need. "Xanthus..." The name slipped from Mikal's lips in an anguished, half whispered plea for something he himself wasn't consciously aware he begged for. For his part, Xanthus arched a brow at the instantaneous change in Mikal then smiled an almost feral smile, before relaxing his grip on Mikal's wrist and running his hand down Mikal's back. This was going to be a very interesting four days indeed. He rarely traveled, but when he did, he did so alone. He had his own reasons for doing so, however it did mean he needed to find "playmates". It was pure luck he'd chosen to stay over here while the infamous and delicious Mikal DeVey happen to be around. The rumors did abound about him, but Xanthus paid those little mind, preferring instead to answer his questions his own way. Apparently he'd found the key to this controlled man. Xanthus chuckled softly, releasing his grip on Mikal's cock slowly then bent in to begin a methodical exploration of that fascinating outline on Mikal's back. Mikal felt the hands release him and started to almost whimper. He could feel Xanthus behind him, feel every single, golden, glorious inch of his body. The hot moistness of a tongue wrung a soft moan from the back of his throat. He was so beyond any sort of control now that contact and heat and hunger were all he was able to focus on, that and how much he needed that tongue to drop lower still. He could feel it caressing his shoulders, dancing down his spine, flicking teasingly along one hip. He knew the velvet heat of hands following in the wake, hands he craved would touch him anywhere. Mikal was rapidly becoming lost in a haze of pure sensation, arching and writhing slowly toward each new touch. A brush of silken gold hair along his shoulder wrung a soft whimper from him. A firm hand caressing along a hip brought an half cry from the back of his throat. The subtle searing flick of a tongue at the top of the crack of his ass finally wrung words from him, words he was no longer conscious of saying. "Xan..thus.... please.." Strangled, pleading words even as his body arched toward the sensations that it craved. "Please what... Mikal?" Xanthus set one hand on Mikal's sleek hip and waited, his own breathing not quite steady. Exquisite was far to shallow a word for this man, he thought hungrily. "Take... please.... gods... neeed.." Every single nerve ending in his body felt like it was on fire, achingly on fire. Xanthus closed his eyes and shuddered at the raw lust in Mikal's words. Not trusting his own voice he took a deep breath and ran his tongue slowly down that oh so delectable heated crevice, even as he slid one hand up along the front of Mikal's body. He savored the tingling spicy tang from Mikal's skin as his strong fingers found and teased one of Mikal's pebble hard nipples. Slowly he brought his tongue back up, pausing to place a hungry, suckling kiss at the very top, just shy of the end of the dragons tail. Mikal's world narrowed to Xanthus's touch. He wasn't aware of his hands curling against the door, nor of how his dark hair fell across his face, he could only focus of the building, growing hunger of draconian proportions. Xanthus gave another deft tweak to the hard, sensitive fleshy pebble between his fingers and even as Mikal gave an inarticulate cry, stood and pressed his body the length of Mikal's, his heavy, hard glistening cock coming to rest just below the top of Mikal's ass. He kept a strong arm across Mikal's chest as he brushed his hair off of his face, those burning amber eyes drinking in the beauty of needful lust on Mikal's face. "Is this what you are hungering for, pretty dragon?" Xanthus dropped a tortuous kiss behind Mikal's ear and gave a not so subtle flex of his hips, more of a tightening of muscles then true movement, but enough to make his point. He smiled when Mikal pushed back, almost grindingly with a moan. Mikal heard the question, he felt the question but was beyond the ability to articulate. He let his eyes flutter open, blazing electric blue with hunger and barely human. Those eyes met ones of smoldering amber and held them for what seemed an eternity. Mikal couldn't remember the last time he'd been this hungry, nor did he care. Slowly some semblance of speech returned, enough to reply, even if it was monosyllabic. "Yesss!" Xanthus chuckled, running the back of his hand down Mikal's face. "Of course it is, but even I'm not such a fool as to rip that fuckable ass to shreds. Patience." Guests Cum First Ch. 04 This is my personal triumph, that I share with you dear readers. It has been 15 years since I actually finished a story from begining to end from my own heart and mind. As we reach the climactic end, I have to thank my beautiful, if sometimes distracted, editor Teknight, who bravely plowed through this to correct and clarify. On to the next one baby! -SSS *************************** Xanthus knew he had to take his own suggestion of patience, however hard that might be. He dropped another kiss behind Mikal's ear, then let his mouth drift to the back of his neck. Yes, this would be worth employing patience for. With a sensual methodicalness that belied his burning need to just bury himself balls deep in Mikal's ass and pound him into a quivering puddle, he returned to his exploration of the shimmering dragon on Mikal's back. He slid the arm that was around Mikal's chest to the back of his neck, sliding his body to Mikal's side, his fingers both caressing and at the same time holding him still, as he ran his other hand down the center of the shimmering outline, noting in passing it's edges were now slightly raised. This time though he didn't stop at the top of Mikal's ass but let his fingers continue their path into the warm, slightly damp cleft of his ass, stopping briefly to run his fingers around the tight pucker. Mikal managed some sort of a shaky breath, his head spinning. Xanthus's words seemed to come from far away. Patience, the word zinged around Mikal's head as he tried to make sense of it. He shifted his weight, shivering as Xanthus's heavy cock twitched against his hip. The change in Xanthus's grip and position forced him to brace himself once more against the heavy door with his hands. Mikal damn near came unglued with the feel of Xanthus's hand down the outline though. It had been a very long time since Mikal had been this close to shifting to dragon uncontrolled. He drew in a hissing breath through his teeth and let it out with something close to a groaned whimper as Xanthus's fingers teased his ass. Xanthus's patience was just about at an end. He took a deep breath and shivered. He'd played nice long enough. He knew if he let go Mikal would melt or turn on him. He wasn't completely sure which and it didn't really matter. His amber eyes swept the room and settled on an inconspicuous looking jar on the dresser. With a flicker of thought, a dollop of the contents appeared on two of the fingers of his free hand. With a smile he bent his head toward Mikal's ear, changed his grip from the back of his neck to a solid handful of silky, dark hair and slid the coated fingers back down between Mikal's ass cheeks. "Insurance against shredding." Xanthus gave a low, sensually rumbling chuckle by Mikal's ear even as he made very sure that he coated the delightful pucker under his fingers and then slid one finger in to the first knuckle. He shuddered lightly as the feel of the initial resistance was followed by the snug, moist, searing velvet of his passage. He paused for a fraction, savoring the feel, then slid his finger the rest of the way. "Oh yes... definitely don't want to shred something this sweet." Mikal's cock twitched hard and he quivered under the duel assault. He knew he was on the edge of a situation that was going to rapidly get both out of control and dangerously intense. He also knew that whatever else happened, Xanthus was going to push him beyond anything remotely like a civilized fuck. While his body might well delight in it, his mind made one last ditch effort to hold some veneer of civility to the romp. "Xan... thus.... please..." He wasn't even sure if the words were audible and when Xanthus slid his finger home he didn't care. Civility crumbled, leaving pure, raw draconic lust. "Please what? Please stop, maybe..? Xanthus twitched his finger slightly, savoring the quiver that followed, "Noo... couldn't be that could it pretty dragon. Mmmm... lets see..." even as he practically purred the words in Mikal's ear he began a slow rhythmic finger fucking of Mikal's ass. "Perhaps you want more?" Deftly he added a second finger and drew a deep breath at the result. Mikal didn't want more, Mikal demanded it. The dragon in him demanded it. Not with words, which were so beyond him now, but with his body. First yielding then pulling, the addition of the second finger was like heaven, wringing a starved sounding noise from his throat, even as he began to meet each thrust, matching the rhythm. Xanthus had learned patience over the centuries, but this pushed even his patience. The aching thrum in his own steel hard cock was almost painful and the lure of Mikal's ass a powerful draw. He knew he should wait, wait at least until he had him opened more. When Mikal began matching the rhythm of his hand though, it was almost too much. "I could take that as a yes... Mikal... but... say it." His own code of ethics wouldn't let him just ravage the seemingly willing, he had to hear the request. That his tone was an almost plea meant nothing. The rational part of Mikal had been buried under the roaring demand of the dragon. Whatever else this was though, it was no cycle. It was so much more, primal to it's very core. "Fuck me...now!" The voice that rippled through the room wasn't human, it was pure dragon, laced with both fury and hunger. Fury at being teased, hunger for what was offered. There was no rational thought to size or the potential of tearing. That was request enough for Xanthus. That the tonal quality of the voice was draconic only added to his own desires. Extracting his fingers from Mikal's ass, he took a thought to acquire and apply a generous amount of lube to his own aching member before lining it up to replace his fingers. It was at that moment that Mikal chose to wiggle. Normally the feel and vision of such a luscious ass wiggling would have delighted him, the timing on it in this instance could have been detrimental. Xanthus actually growled, a low guttural growl filled with warning and delivered a ringing slap to Mikal's hip. "Be still, Mikal." He didn't bother with making it a request, it was a command, plain and simple. The slap both cleared Mikal's head slightly and infuriated the dragon. For a fraction of a second he found the strength to rear back against Xanthus's restraining hand, a snarl rippling from him. Mikal was barely aware of surroundings, almost aware of the situation, then the draconic fury blazed through him and it all became a world of crimson. Xanthus learned right then that a dragon aroused and pinned is not a dragon rendered into pliable putty. Those amber eyes flashed dangerously and he tightened his jaw before he flexed his arm and slammed Mikal back against the door, "Stay." Without another word, he lined up again and with a smile that could only be called calculating buried himself half way into Mikals ass. Thus impaled, he set his free hand on Mikals hip; the same one he'd slapped not moments before; and drew half the impaled length out, hissing at the power of Mikal's muscles locking around his cock. He paused, glancing down at a glorious sight, then leaned forward to brush his lips across the back of Mikals neck and drove himself three quarters of the way in, groaning at the heated, velvety vise that encased him. Mikal grunted slightly as he found himself face planted against the door, then drew a hissing breath as Xanthus' massive cock invaded, "Ahhhhh.... yessssss..." The last word ended in what could only be called an impassioned squeak as Xanthus partially withdrew. The feel of lips across the back of his neck sent a shiver so deep that normally he would have wiggled, however, even in the half oblivion of lust, the dragon part remembered the harsh slap and the command to "be still". The feel of three quarters of Xanthus's cock driving into him following so close on the heels of those lips left him dizzy and breathless. Time seemed to freeze as he could feel every single ridge, vein and pulse deep in his quivering bowels. Xanthus drew a shaky breath and swallowed hard. The rippling pulses that engulfed his cock were almost beyond comprehension. He flexed his fingers against Mikal's hip, and then let his eyes flutter half closed, savoring. Had someone caught sight of the two at that moment, they would have been struck by the sheer exotic/erotic contrast of the two men. Mikal, lean and almost delicate looking, spread eagle against the dark oaken door, his hair curling about his face, an expression of inhuman lustful rapture upon it. Xanthus towering over him, looking like a sculpted piece of golden marble, partially buried in Mikal's feminine shaped ass while a single hand held Mikal's body against the door, the other hand resting possessively on Mikal's sleek hip. Then the moment broke and Xanthus gave into the desire to bury himself fully in Mikal's ass. A single easy thrust, a pull on Mikal's hip and he plowed his cock all the way into Mikal's ass with a hissing groan. Mikal couldn't have moved if he'd wanted to. He counted himself lucky to be breathing, even if that breathing consisted of panting. It would be the last full awareness of self for days. When Xanthus drove the rest of pulsing cock into him the world and himself as he'd ever known it vanished in a wave of blinding carnal lust and heat. He never felt his head slam into Xanthus' shoulder, nor felt his back meet Xanthus' chest. He was oblivious to the howling whimper wrung from him, a single word, though whether it was a plea or homage would be anyone's guess, "Gods." Xanthus smiled, dipping his head to brush his lips across Mikal's temple, "Yes Mikal." Xanthus manged a husky chuckle before tightening his hold on Mikal's hip; Mikal would bear the impression of his hand for days afterwards; while setting Mikal against the door again. Patience time was done. Once more he withdrew, albeit with a shudder, and then drove himself deep in a single thrust. The feel of Mikal's ass rippling and pulsing around his cock drove any last semblance of humanity from him. Xanthus' eyes practically glowed as he used the sheer force of his strokes to hold Mikal's slender body against the door, slamming into Mikal's ass with such speed that the sound of flesh meeting flesh was a single, constant sound. With each thrust Xanthus's eyes glowed brighter and Mikal's dragon outline seemed to take on a life of it's own. Amber and deep electric blue met in the air between their bodies, twining around each other like some mystical whirlpool of energy. Faster and faster it whirled, even as Xanthus spiraled closer and closer to cumming. A dream, an amazing surreal dream. That was the only rational Mikal's lust fevered mind could put together. His entire body screamed for release, and yet he could not find it. Search though he might in this dream, all he could find was an abyss of amber and blue. Desperate, he reached to touch it. His fingers brushed the edges and everything slid sideways. A flash showed him a room, a door, and what some part of him knew to be himself against that door, being brutally and methodically fucked by what appeared to be a god-like being, whose amber eyes burned with need. A sense of falling, a wall of amber fire as he called out a name that he did not recall, "Xanthus!", and then he knew nothing. Xanthus was so close to the edge, so damn close to doing what he'd wanted to do from the moment he'd laid eyes on Mikal, namely fill his glorious ass with enough cum that it would over flow. A pulse in the whirlpool of energy between them; a single tendril of blue moving toward and colliding with a swirl of amber; like fingers brushing the length of his cock was all it took to send him over that edge. Xanthus threw his head back howling in release even as Mikal screamed his name. ***** Something soft and cool against his skin was the first sensation that Mikal became aware of. It took him a moment to recognize the texture as a sheet. He drew a deep breath and was a bit surprised at how shaky it felt. What the hell, was the only thought he could manage at the moment. He didn't think opening his eyes would be a good idea, so he listened instead. The sound of breathing, of cloth moving against cloth. Neither of these gave him much to go on. He waited for other hints, as he became aware of the aches in his body namely his hip and his ass, and upon not getting further information dared to crack an eye. "Ah.. you're awake.", Xanthus smiled as he saw a glimmer of cobalt beneath Mikal's dark lashes. Once he regained his breath and the ability to stand, he'd gathered Mikal in his arms and carried him to the bed. Xanthus wasn't surprised that Mikal had passed out. Most did. He'd carefully cleaned them both, and settled back to wait. He didn't really need sleep, so while he'd laid down in the massive bed, he hadn't slept but rather had watched Mikal. At the sound of Xanthus' voice Mikal opened both eyes and started to sit up, until his body objected. Okay, note to self, he thought as he carefully shifted to his side, do not sit up. He winced as he found the sore spot on his hip. "Mmph... ow... apparently yeah." Mikal managed a wry, weak laugh. "Dare I ask how I got to the bed?" Xanthus grinned wolfishly as he slid out of the bed and walked over to a small table ladened with fresh fruits and juices. "I carried you. You weren't exactly in any condition to walk Mikal." Xanthus lazily grabbed some blueberries and popped them in his mouth. He knew what the next questions would be, the same as they usually were, but it was amusing to let them be asked. Mikal blinked, trying to recall earlier and then frowned when he came up with nothing. "Huh... that seems odd... I should be able to remember." "Can't recall much of anything when you pass out." Xanthus replied blandly. "Thirsty?" "When you... ", Mikal shivered, watching Xanthus. He knew he was missing something important, but the play of light across Xanthus' powerfully sculpted ass distracted him from pondering it. "Huh.. oh... yeah actually." Mikal attempted to sit up and managed to without too many winces. Xanthus lazily poured a glass of white grape juice and walked over to where Mikal sat on the edge of the bed. With an arrogant sort of smile held the glass out to him. With the height of the bed and Xanthus' own height combined it put his hips and subsequently his cock, at just about Mikal's jaw. Mikal looked up and started to reach for the glass. His hand froze in motion though as his eyes landed on Xanthus half hard cock, twitching lazily, inches away from his face. Blinking, he made his hand take the glass, forcing himself to look away as he took a sip. Xanthus gave a low chuckle, seeing Mikal choose. "The juice will rehydrate you far better then I will.... Malcovitch." Finding Mikal's full first name hadn't been hard, and it was amusing to see the reaction to the use of it. Mikal half choked on the mouthful of juice at the sound of his full first name. It wasn't that he hated it, though it held some less then pleasant memories, it was the way it sounded coming from Xanthus' mouth. Both a caress and a curse at once. The sound sent odd shivers through him. He wasn't sure if he wanted to deck Xanthus, not that he thought realistically he had any chance of doing that, or devour him. Mikal managed to swallow most of the juice and give Xanthus a sharp look, "Not if I can't actually get it in me!", his tone as sharp as the look. Xanthus blinked then threw his head back and laughed in delight. Mikal still has fight in him, he thought delightedly, excellent. When he finally managed to get the laughter under control again, he bent and slowly licked some of the juice off Mikal's chin. "Good point." The feel of Xanthus' tongue against his skin brought flashes of half memories, which elicited a strangled groan from him as he dropped the glass and reached for the mass of golden hair, "This isn't helping Xanthus.. not in the least." "Dropped your juiced Mikal.", Xanthus said, sliding his mouth along Mikals jaw. "Not yet..", Mikal's fingers tangled in Xanthus's hair. Xanthus pulled back to look at Mikal, ignoring the tug on his hair. He read the look in Mikal's eyes and sighed to himself. He knew that look well, the look that said they wanted to return the favor of being well and thoroughly fucked. "Not the way you want either, I fear, Pretty Dragon." Xanthus' voice softened and was actually tinged with a trace of regret. Something about Mikal touched him deeply. Perhaps it was that of all his playmates over the years Mikal was one of the few whose past he knew and could actually empathize with or perhaps it was simply how beautiful Mikal was, both inside and out. Certainly few had had much in the way of pluck the day after, yet Mikal had snapped at him with more than lackadaisical energy. Whatever it was, Xanthus was sorely tempted to break his own cardinal rule on never being taken by anyone. The change in Xanthus' tone caused Mikal's throat to tighten. Regret, he thought, but why? He let the silken strands of Xanthus' hair slid through his fingers, "Why not Xan? I'm...", Mikal started to say he was stronger than he looked, then stopped. He knew, suddenly and clearly, that he wasn't necessarily stronger than he looked, at least not strong enough to take Xanthus. "Exactly Mikal." It was a harsh pill to force anyone to swallow, that, no matter how much they wanted to, one couldn't always have what they desired. Xanthus needed to stop this conversation, before it got someone out of their depth. Xanthus used the most expedient way available to him, he leaned in and captured Mikals mouth in a kiss that was designed to both distract and melt. Mikal had started to again ask a question, but found Xanthus's mouth attached to his in a kiss that wiped out any sort of thought. His eyes rolled back in his head and with a whimpering groan let the rising hunger envelope him. The hours that followed were a molten blur, during which he had only a handful of crystal clear recollections. He recalled Xanthus sucking him off three times in quick succession; he recalled begging repeatedly to be allowed to fuck Xanthus;he recalled Xanthus finally letting him feel why the answer to his frantic pleas was no, the literal skin blistering heat of Xanthus' anal passage more than any mortal flesh should withstand and he recalled all too clearly Xanthus laying him back on the bed and pile driving into his ass. What he didn't recall was the passage of time. Was it one day, two? That memory was an inconsequential blur. ***** Xanthus sighed softly as he tossed Mikal's shirt at him. Pity to cover him up, he thought as he watched Mikal finally dress. Through hooded eyes he studied his every move, as he had for the past hour or so. He'd feared for a time that he'd taken him too far, that he'd over stepped what even a dragon's mind could handle. Xanthus was all too aware that his being allowed to use Sanctuary as a way point on his travels was conditional upon him doing no lasting harm to any of the inhabitants. Xanthus took a deep breath and relaxed as he saw that, although he was exhausted and dazed, Mikal was intact both physically and mentally. Mikal caught his shirt mid-air and pulled it on. He didn't bother with laces or with tucking it in. It felt so odd against his skin, almost foreign. He twitched his shoulders and looked over at Xanthus, who hadn't taken his eyes off of him since they'd, or rather he'd, awoken earlier. Neither had said a word until now, "You're leaving today." Mikal frowned at the sound of his own voice so calm. "Yes." "Safe travels then.", said Mikal. The farewell came automatically and sounded flat to his ears. Xanthus closed his eyes for a moment, then walked over to where Mikal stood and did something rare, he wrapped Mikal in a gentle hug. "May the wind never falter beneath your wings Pretty Dragon." The response came from a time long before, when he'd first visited this place, the softness of the words however was a soothing balm. Xanthus took a deep breath, memorizing the very scent of Mikal's hair, before releasing him and stepping back. Guests Cum First Ch. 04 Something in Mikal relaxed and sighed at the hug and the formal parting. Like some great conflict had been resolved. Smiling as Xanthus released him from the hug, he turned and walked out of the room, headed for a shower. ***** Xanthus looked back over his shoulder at the mountain behind him. The lake at his feet murmured softly as it lapped the pristine white beach. A breeze ruffled his hair softly, like a parting caress. Smiling to himself, he pulled a small set of what were known as pan pipes from beneath his forest green cloak, and playing a hauntingly playful little tune, set out across the surface of the lake, his feet leaving no impression as he vanished into the glare of the rising sun. ###