Chapter Six

Chapter Six

At the first taste of Jazdon’s lips, Finn melted against him.

Jazdon continued to devour Finn’s mouth, first nipping at it and then sucking on his tongue. Finn felt the prince’s arms trembling a bit as they wrapped around him and lifted him up onto his lap. Finn turned to face him and almost of their own volition, his legs wrapped around Jazdon’s waist. He gave a soft, excited cry.

What the hell was happening to him?

He suddenly wanted Jazdon inside him and Jazdon must have felt the same way because he was ripping at Finn’s clothes.

Jazdon had managed to get his hands under Finn’s shirt. Those big hands roamed familiarly over his back, claiming him and pulling him closer and closer. All the time he was murmuring to Finn in that oddly musical language.

Suddenly, Jazdon pulled away to say something right in his face, his eyes frantically searching Finn’s, his words more like a rough purr. His mouth seemed to have too many teeth, but he was still so beautiful. Finn shook his head and looked again, but this time the teeth seemed bigger and sharper. His big hand brushed the hair from Finn’s face distractedly, then nuzzled the side of his face.

He kept talking in that strange language, no doubt telling him how crazy this all was, a sentiment Finn wholeheartedly agreed with, yet he couldn’t have stopped this if he’d tried. Even Jazdon’s voice was different—deeper and rougher. Finn tried to help him out by nodding his head up and down in agreement. Finn wanted to let him know that whatever he wanted was all right with him—just get on with it. He didn’t think he could wait much longer.

When Jazdon’s rough tongue traced along the rim of his ear, Finn shuddered and tried to move away, but Jazdon held him tightly. His tongue rasped over the rim again and again, making Finn squirm in his lap and cry out softly again. His ears had always been a weakness, and it seemed Jazdon was fully prepared to exploit it. Just when he thought he’d go mad, Jazdon finally relented, taking Finn’s mouth again, and Finn kissed him back. The prince tasted different, fiery hot and smoky. Sliding his hands into the waistband of Finn’s jeans, Jazdon stroked his hands across Finn’s ass and all coherent thought fled.

He wasn’t sure when Jazdon laid him down and where along the way his clothes had been removed, but the next thing he knew, he was lying naked with his legs splayed open with Jazdon bending over him, quickly divesting himself of his own clothing. Those big hands caught Finn by the ass, settling him where Jazdon wanted him on the sheets, as he loomed over him, a dark figure outlined in the dim afternoon light. His fingers began to roam over the most intimate parts of Finn’s body. Finn was aware of his cock pulsing and his chest heaved with his breaths. He was drowning in lust, and he tried to push at Jazdon’s chest, needing to slow this down before it killed them both, but Jazdon simply raised an eyebrow like he was asking him what the hell was wrong now.

“Don’t you want this?” Jazdon rasped, his voice rumbling so deep in his chest it was hard to understand.

“Yes, I do, but …” Finn panted, out of breath and unbearably excited by this unexpected turn. “What about a condom? Do we need one?”

Jazdon gazed down at him with tight desperation. “No. I carry no diseases.”

Finn didn’t either but was he wrong to trust him? Something told him he wasn’t wrong at all, and he had to remove that look of doubt from those beautiful eyes. He couldn’t allow this to end.

“Yes, I do want this.”

He wasn’t usually submissive and certainly no virgin, but he felt suddenly shy and moaned as Jazdon’s eager, yet careful fingers probed his entrance. He got another glimpse of that big cock between Jazdon’s muscular thighs, and his eyes widened in shock. He’d only thought it was fully erect before. Now that he got a look at it, he knew for sure Jazdon was not only the largest man he’d ever been with but unlike any other too.

As he’d become more erect, the head of his cock had hardened and was now more like a big, thick wedge, sort of like an arrow, in a way, or the barbed tail of a dragon. It was dripping with pre-cum and Finn gasped in surprise and then sucked in a sharp breath as Jazdon looked directly into his eyes and then guided himself into his body.

For a moment, Finn was transfixed with shock, not only at the size, but at how easily he’d slipped inside him without preparation. There seemed to be plenty of slick though. He wondered if Jazdon had applied lube to himself, but when had he had that chance?

He had little time to think about it though, because Jazdon’s oddly shaped tip had easily opened him up and now raked deliciously over his prostate, leaving behind an almost stinging sensation that quickly turned into spasms of pure, delicious, unadulterated pleasure.

It was intoxicating, and unlike anything he’d ever felt before. He arched up into it, breathing hard and clawing at Jazdon’s back. And everywhere he raked his nails, a shower of blue and gold sparks danced up off Jazdon’s skin. Little flames sparkled in his slanted eyes.

Finn lost himself.

He held on tightly as Jazdon thrust into him again and again, and he writhed beneath him in abandon. He reached for his cock, but Jazdon growled at him and reached for Finn’s wrist to stop him with a hand that had fingers tipped with long, black claws. Jazdon pushed Finn’s hand away, driving that wedged tip of his into his prostate again and again until Finn thought he’d lose his mind.

In the end, all Finn could do was hold on, clinging to the prince’s shoulders and burying his face in the fold between his shoulder and his neck so he could scream when the pleasure became too intense.  Jazdon continued to plunge into him again and again, until he couldn’t stand it another second. He cried out for Jazdon to help him and finally, Jazdon took pity on Finn and wrapped his big, claw-tipped hand around his cock.

“Come for me,” he said, in that rough, inhuman voice. Finn looked up at him and saw that his eyes had changed again. The pupil was elongated, like a black and unfathomable slit. “Come for me,” he growled again, his claw-tipped fingers clenching in Finn’s hair.

Finn’s hips bucked and every muscle in his body strained upward into him and locked on. As he began to come, Jazdon did too, and it was like being filled with burning lava or liquid flame and yet felt so impossibly wonderful that Finn thought he must be in a dream. He screamed again into Finn’s shoulder as his own cock spurted over and over, soaking the spaces between them with come. He strained upward and upward until his body seemed to seize. He gasped once for air and felt his consciousness slip away and spiral up into the air above him. He thought he heard Jazdon calling his name in that rasping voice.

He came to slowly and realized that he was gathered close to Jazdon’s massive chest, and Jazdon was stroking his half-hard cock. He’d never blacked out during sex before. He felt drained and hollowed out, and there was no way he could go again, but he turned in the prince’s arms, anyway, wrapping his arms around his neck and pressing his face close to his.

He was never like this after sex. Usually, he didn’t like anyone touching him afterward, especially his too-sensitive cock, but now all he wanted to do was to get even closer. Incredibly he felt himself getting hard again as Jazdon’s scent curled itself around him. He snuggled his half-hard cock against Jazdon’s and they both moaned. Finn kissed the underside of the prince’s jaw, nuzzling with his nose.

“Make love to me again,” he moaned.

“No, that’s enough for now,” Jazdon said quietly, easing away from him and holding onto his wrists.

“No, but I-I want to …”

“I know, but we have to wait. I have to …” He pushed Finn’s gently away and quickly got to his feet. “I’ll come back and talk to you. I promise, but this is …” He tore at his hair and groaned, “Gods, what the fuck did I do? I can’t even talk properly.” He quickly reached for his pants on the floor and pulled them on, then shrugged on his shirt. “Look, I need to speak to someone about—all of this. And you need to rest. You had a hard hit to your jaw.”

He reached down and let his hand graze Finn’s face, like he couldn’t be so close to him without touching him, and Finn shuddered at his touch, leaning into it. What the fuck was wrong with him?

“I promise I’ll be back. Just stay here and try to sleep. That’s it. Take a nap.”

“A nap?”

“Yes.”

“What the hell, Jaz? We need to talk. Those were dragons I saw. And don’t tell me I didn’t see them, because I know I did. I’m not crazy.”

“No, I know you’re not. But I can’t explain yet. I will, but I have to talk to, uh …” He waved a hand vaguely toward the door as he edged closer to it. “I’ll be back.” He strode rapidly to the door and was gone before Finn could stop him.

Finn looked down at the messy bed and scratched idly at the already drying, flaky come stains on his chest and stomach. He shifted his weight in the bed and an ache started up deliciously in his ass. He glanced down at himself, and his stupid cock was rising, rock hard and ready for action again.

“Well, shit,” he said, and fell back onto the tangled sheets.