14. Terms Of Breeding

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Quinlan had not expected the sheer size of Griff's personal bathtub.

It was huge. Like a small pool. And it was deep enough that a dragon could curl up in it comfortably.

There were four faucets; one for cold water, one for lukewarm, one for hot, one for sparkling. Three rows of mismatched bottles lined the far edge.

Hell, there was a waterfall pouring into the tub from near the ceiling, and apparently it could either summon fresh water, or reuse the current tub contents.

There was also a humongous rain-shower head that spanned the entire area of the tub, colorful sponges, brushes, and loofahs arranged in a row, and surround-sound speakers hidden away somewhere in the bathroom walls.

"Wow," Quinlan said, at a loss for words.

"Isn't it nice?" Griff preened. He carefully placed the sacks of sea salts on the bathroom counter. "Now, prepare a mixture enough for that tub, fireheart. I think you should write down the recipe so I can make it in the future."

Quinlan's heart skipped a beat. "You want to do all that for me."

Griff tilted his head to the side. "Of course I do. I want to take care of you."

That made Quinlan's throat grow tight. He opened the cabinets and found an unused mug. "Bring the sparkling kelp powder to the tub."

Griff brought it over obligingly.

One by one, Quinlan poured the powders in—sediment from undersea volcanoes, deep sea mushrooms and various shells, octopus ink and different mineral salts. He'd never prepared a mixture for this much water before, but it wasn't difficult to add more salts, either.

"There, that feels right," Quinlan said as water cascaded from the overhead spout to mix the salts together.

"Now we'll get in," Griff said excitedly. "I want to bathe you in it."

Quinlan flushed. He helped Griff move the sacks back to the counter, slowly slipping off his shirt and pants. Griff's gaze lingered on him.

When Quinlan's underwear fell to his ankles, he climbed carefully into the raised tub.

Griff groaned. "I can see your pretty hole from here. When your legs open."

A hot flush swept down Quinlan's body. He froze mid-climb with one foot on the edge of the tub and the other still on the floor, leaving his cheeks spread and his hole exposed.

Griff shrugged off his own clothes and prowled closer, lightly grasping Quinlan's hips with his large hands. He moved them to cup Quinlan's ass, gently squeezing, and his fingertips slipped between Quinlan's cheeks. Quinlan gasped.

"All for me," Griff whispered, prying apart Quinlan's cheeks, pressing a hot fingertip against his hole. All of Quinlan's attention focused on that one point of contact; Griff dragged his fingertip against it. "I love touching you here. Mine."

"Gods, you're indecent," Quinlan moaned.

Griff rubbed that bundle of muscle, sending a jolt up Quinlan's spine. "I want to see your tail."

Quinlan shivered. "Then you'll have to let me go."

"Mmm." Griff pushed his finger into Quinlan, forcing him to stretch until he'd buried his finger to the knuckle. "Wet for me."

"Fuck, that feels good," Quinlan moaned. Griff's finger wasn't anywhere close to the size of his cock, but it still felt so good to have him inside.

Griff thrust lightly, skimming over Quinlan's prostate before pulling out.

"You're such a damn tease," Quinlan muttered.

"Get in," Griff rumbled, patting his ass. "I want to touch your tail first."

"Then you'll fuck me?"

"Then we'll discuss our terms for breeding."

"Close enough," Quinlan said, diving head-first into the tub.

It took a moment for his body to realize it was in brine. But the moment it did, Quinlan felt as though he'd come alive.

Freshwater was dull and lacking in flavor, like a stew you'd barely begun cooking.

But seawater—seawater was in Quinlan's blood, with nuances of different animals and plant life, layers of history in the volcanic sediment and shells. It was like a stew that had been cooking for several hours, all the flavors blending into a harmonious symphony.

He had his tail out before he knew it, giving it a light pump to send himself to the bottom of the tub. He circled and twisted, water sliding against his skin, rushing through his hair.

It felt amazing. Like taking a breath of fresh air after being locked up in a musty attic for far too long.

When he broke the surface, he found Griff leaning over the tub, his hands braced against the tub's edge, a pleased smile on his mouth.

"How was that?" Griff asked breathlessly. "Your tail—it went from grey to bright pink."

Quinlan could've cried. "Good. So good. It's been too long since I felt this all over. I've only ever gotten to splash myself with Annie's bath water and that was not enough."

Griff frowned. "Would you rather take a swim in the sea?"

Quinlan swam backward to give Griff space to enter. Actual seawater would be even better than what he'd concocted here, but right now, Quinlan didn't care. "Here's safe. I don't mind staying here. It's not like you can draw up wards in the sea."

"Do you need wards there?" Griff frowned.

Quinlan shrugged. "Not all merfolk are good. Just like how not all dragons are good. Besides, there are monsters that climb out of the trenches to hunt merfolk and their babies. We're very juicy, apparently."

Griff narrowed his eyes. "I can't protect you there."

"No, you can't." When Griff still didn't step in, Quinlan wrapped his hand around the man's forearm, tugging lightly. "Join me."

Griff's hazel eyes darkened. He lifted one leg over the tub's edge, his cock thick and flushed, leaking at the tip.

Quinlan's mouth watered. He leaned in and closed his mouth around Griff's tip, sucking hungrily for more salty precum.

"Fuck." Griff groaned, cupping the back of Quinlan's head and fucking into his mouth. Quinlan's mouth was suddenly full of cock, thick and hard, and he grew hot all over. "I wasn't going to do this here," Griff growled. "I wanted to let you swim."

"Mmm," Quinlan said. He cupped Griff's heavy balls and squeezed, taking more of the man into his mouth.

Griff pulled out with a wet pop. He ran his thumb over Quinlan's wet lips, growling softly. "You look so good."

He sank into the water and sat on a shelf seat next to the tub's edge, so his shoulders were out of the water. It was as good an invitation as any.

Quinlan slid onto Griff's lap and settled in, wrapping his hand around Griff's cock.

Griff cursed; his cock jerked in Quinlan's fist.

They hadn't had time to do this properly on their trip. But now... Quinlan looked into Griff's eyes, taking the time to slide his fingers down Griff's entire length. Griff was thicker than anyone Quinlan had ever taken, with a bouncy blunt tip and veins down his length, so many inches of cock just there waiting to be pleasured. It would feel so good opening him up inside.

Griff jerked, his pupils blowing wide open. "Terms of breeding."

Quinlan laughed. "Why do we need terms?"

"Because I want to make sure I stuff you full of cum." Griff looked down, stroking his large hands down Quinlan's scales. He scooped up water and gently poured it over Quinlan's skin. "I want to knot you ten times, with all of my cum plugged inside between breedings."

"I can't fit ten loads inside me. It's going to leak out."

Griff smiled like a predator. "I'm going to try. Fit in every last drop so you know who you belong to."

Quinlan shivered. "What if I have to go to the bathroom?"

"Then we start all over again. I will hold you down in my nest and fuck you through the mattress. I will fuck your hole open, until it's loose and gaping. Ruined by my cock. You will scream and come. I'll make you come so many times, until you don't know your own name. Until your cock's dripping nonstop. I want to see my cock covered in cum when I pull out. When I've left ten loads inside you, I will remove the plug, and you will stand up. I want to see my cum drip down your thighs. All mine."

Quinlan began panting, his body growing hot with need. "Are we going to do that now?"

"Mm." Griff buried his face against Quinlan's neck, licking a stripe from his collarbone to his jaw. Then he closed his mouth over Quinlan's pulse point and sucked, and a whimper tore out of Quinlan's throat. "Yes, now. I want everyone to take one look at you, take a whiff of you, and know you're mine."

He trailed his hands over Quinlan's chest, lifting Quinlan so he could suck on his nipples. Like last night, Griff flicked them with his tongue; he sucked on them lightly and drank the milk that flowed out.

"I need to come," Quinlan whimpered, his nipples throbbing.

"You'll come when you take my cock into your wet little hole." Griff resumed sucking, grabbing Quinlan's hands when he tried to touch himself. Griff trapped Quinlan's hands against his shoulder and used his other hand to caress Quinlan's belly—Quinlan's muscles tightened. He followed the line of Quinlan's body to where his skin turned into scales. "So pretty, fireheart."

Griff stroked his heavy palm down Quinlan's tail. Quinlan gasped.

He'd never thought his tail could be sensitive to anything. It was just a tail. But Griff's warmth soaked through his scales, the pressure of his touch sending tingles all the way to his translucent fin.

"Mine," Griff whispered. He trailed his fingertips over the sturdy, iridescent webbing of Quinlan's fin, burying his face against Quinlan's shoulder as he dragged his hot palm back up, squeezing and massaging the muscles beneath Quinlan's scales.

Quinlan's eyes rolled back. Griff's touch was almost too much, the back-and-forth stroking, the heavy comfort of it. He tried to yank his hands away to show Griff where he needed to be touched, but Griff kept them pinned. Quinlan thrashed and tried to bite him.

"What do you want?" Griff murmured.

"Touch my tail." Quinlan hated that his voice was already ragged.

Griff rubbed Quinlan's tail back and forth, scooping brine onto his tail and belly and watching it cascade off his body. He stroked his fingertips lightly up Quinlan's body; he squeezed Quinlan's muscles on the way back down.

"Griff," Quinlan begged, yanking on Griff's cock, his own body feverish with need. "Please."

Griff licked his lips, his gaze all dark hunger. "Time to stretch you with my cock, fireheart."

Quinlan couldn't help it. He moaned long and loud, and Griff's cock jerked in his fist.

Griff stood with Quinlan in a bridal carry, climbing out of the tub. Water dripped all over the nice stone floors. But Griff didn't even stop to dry them off.

He walked downstairs to his cavern, laying Quinlan in the middle of his nest—blankets piled on top of a huge mattress. Both of them were still dripping wet. "Are you ready?"

Quinlan turned his tail back into human legs, spreading them.

Griff swore and caught Quinlan's knees, pushing his thighs wide open. Quinlan shuddered. Held open like this, he felt vulnerable and exposed—Griff could do anything to him.

"Every inch of you is perfect," Griff whispered. He licked his lips and rubbed his hot cock along Quinlan's inner thigh, his precum dripping onto Quinlan's skin. "I'm going to open you up, push my cock inside you. It'll feel so good."

Quinlan whimpered. "Stop making promises and get inside me."

Griff smiled. He covered Quinlan with his own body, sucking another love bite into Quinlan's neck. "Mine," Griff whispered, rubbing Quinlan's sensitive inner thigh. "Mine."

He lifted Quinlan's hips, tucking a pillow under his ass. Except this made Quinlan's legs open wider.

Griff rubbed his thumb along the rim of Quinlan's hole, panting. "Fuck. You're already all loose and puffy. Ready to stretch around me."

He pushed two fingertips into Quinlan to test him inside, pulling them out and dipping back in. Griff swore. Without warning, he crammed his fingers deep into Quinlan, finding his prostate with unnerving accuracy and hooking against it hard.

Quinlan's spine arched off the bed. He wheezed and clawed at the sheets, his cock aching, his entire body throbbing with need. "Wh-what?"

"Ready," Griff growled. "Finally mine."

He pulled his fingers out and crowded close, the heat of his body pressing into Quinlan's skin. His tip slid against Quinlan's thigh, higher and higher, until it reached the crease of his leg.

"Where should I put this?" Griff growled.

"Stop teasing," Quinlan hissed, reaching down to grab Griff's cock.

Griff tugged out of his hand with a smile. "Don't be impatient, fireheart."

"I need your cock inside me, right now," Quinlan snarled. "It hurts without you."

Griff swore. He pinned Quinlan's legs open. And he fitted his tip against Quinlan's entrance, rubbing his precum all over it, right before pushing in.

He stretched Quinlan with the first few inches. Quinlan choked on his moan, unable to think about anything but how perfectly Griff's cock opened him. "More, more, more—"

"I'll give you more," Griff murmured. He pulled out, then pushed back in and crammed his tip against Quinlan's prostate. Quinlan cried out breathlessly. Griff smiled. "All for you, fireheart. My cock is all yours."

He fucked in again, harder this time, grinding so hard against Quinlan's sweet spot that Quinlan clawed at the sheets.

Griff bent Quinlan in half. The next thrust landed perfectly against Quinlan's prostate, and he screamed, coming hard.

"That's it," Griff groaned. "You just clenched around me. Like you're begging for my cum."

He withdrew slightly and thrust in deeper. Quinlan tried to hold on. Except it felt so good when Griff pounded against that one spot over and over, sinking more and more of his cock inside until he was suddenly buried balls-deep.

There was so much cock inside Quinlan. He came again, his entire body tense, his hole stretched completely around Griff.

"Like my cock, fireheart?" Griff whispered, holding Quinlan down. And he began to slam in roughly, fitting his cock inside until Quinlan felt like he might burst.

He writhed and came again.

"Take it all," Griff said. "Feel how much you opened up for me, fireheart? You're so tight inside. Just squeezing around my cock all hot and slippery. But I need to make you wetter. With my cum. I want to fill you with so much cum, you're definitely going to get pregnant."

Quinlan scrunched his eyes shut, the need inside him too much to bear. "More."

"Of course." Griff hooked Quinlan's legs over his shoulders. And he began a relentless rhythm, grinding so forcefully against Quinlan's prostate that Quinlan couldn't breathe; he could only come again.

He felt Griff's calloused hands on his belly, his fingers sliding over Quinlan's cock, then his sac. And he felt Griff's touch between them, stroking along Quinlan's stretched hole, finding where they were joined.

"All mine," Griff whispered. "You're so open for me. So willing to take my cum."

"I want you to knot me," Quinlan pleaded.

Griff groaned and began thrusting harder, his breaths coming short and harsh. "Fuck, my cock hurts. I need to fill you up. Put my claim inside you. I want to knot you and fuck you with my knot. Until you're coming nonstop and you don't stop screaming."

He pounded Quinlan through more orgasms, until Quinlan floated in a haze of bliss, come-drunk. Then Griff snarled, pushing in deep, his cock swelling right before Quinlan's insides flooded with warmth.

Except Griff's cock didn't stop swelling. At the base, it grew rounder, thicker, until it was pressed snug against Quinlan's prostate.

"Oh, g-gods," Quinlan whimpered, his eyes rolling back.

"Do you like my knot?" Griff groaned and pushed deeper, his knot shoving against that sensitive spot.

Quinlan dug his nails into Griff, coming again. But Griff didn't stop there. He kept rolling his hips; he kept massaging that spot.

Quinlan came helplessly. And he came again. And again. Because Griff's knot didn't budge an inch from his prostate.

"That's it," Griff purred. "Come."

And he ground himself deep inside, his knot crammed tight against that sweet spot.

Quinlan's release stretched into a never-ending wave of pleasure, and he finally blacked out.

Quinlan woke up some time later to find Griff leaning over him worriedly. "Fireheart? Are you okay?"

"Fuck, that was so good," Quinlan moaned, his head lolling. "You can fuck me like that any time you want. Seriously. Anywhere. Just bend me over and slam your cock inside."

Griff lit up. He scooped Quinlan into his arms and flipped them over, so Quinlan was now on top of him. With each movement, Griff's knot tugged inside his body, and both of them groaned.

"I'm going to put a baby inside you," Griff said happily, rubbing Quinlan's belly gently. "You'll get round and full and even more beautiful."

Quinlan blushed under the intensity of his gaze. "You say that like you didn't already come inside me the other night."

Griff smiled. "I'm going to make sure it takes." He rolled his hips so his knot ground against Quinlan's prostate again; both of them groaned. "Until we know for sure you're with child, I'm not going to stop."

"Please don't stop even when we know," Quinlan said dryly. "Don't turn it into a punishment."

"Whatever my fireheart wishes." Griff cackled.

"I wonder if anyone's ever conceived like that before," Quinlan murmured. "If someone's a virgin but you open them with your fingers, and you shoot from outside their stretched hole. So they get pregnant, but they've never had a cock in them before."

Griff hummed. "But where's the fun in that? I want to fill you up with my cock. It goes so much deeper than my fingers ever can. It'll properly fill you."

Quinlan shivered pleasantly.

They lay together in companionable silence, until Griff tilted his head to the side. He was listening to something beyond this room. "Hex says I should read you a few pickup lines to welcome you home."

Quinlan winced. "Please tell me you don't have that book."

"He says it's under my pillow!"

"Hex," Quinlan growled.

Griff stuck his hand under his pillow and withdrew a pastel pink paperback. 699 Pickup Lines For My Wriggly Heart Muffin.

"Oh, gods," Quinlan whispered.

Blade's butler, Hong, had given Quinlan a copy, too. It was filled with the most cringe-worthy lines he'd ever laid his eyes upon.

Griff cracked it open to the first page and broke into a blinding smile. "Oh, oh! Here's one!" He looked into Quinlan's eyes as he read it aloud. "To prove our love, we should drive in different cars and lean out of the windows. When we pass each other on the street, we'll tangle our tongues into a knot so they fuse, and our cars fuse, and we shall become a single human with one tongue, two hearts, four legs, and four eyeballs."

"No," Quinlan said. "Just no. Don't even try to explain it to me."

"But it's amazing," Griff cried. "It's genius!"

How had Quinlan gotten himself tangled up with a dragon like this? He buried his face in his hands. "Let's just wait until I conceive. I think that'll give us a better pickup line than anything you can find in that book."

"Oooh! Maybe they have baby-related pickup lines," Griff said excitedly, flipping to the contents page.

Quinlan groaned.