16. Kitaro

Chapter 16

Kitaro

V anra was deep in sleep on top of the sheets when Kitaro returned to their room. The human must have been more tired from training than he let on to earlier.

As Kitaro came closer, he caught a whiff of the faint trace of sexual satisfaction that clung to Vanra in the aftermath of his release. He had understood the mage had been caught up in the teasing during training, but he hadn't realized it had brought him to the point of needing gratification. The reaction intrigued the shifter.

It piqued his curiosity enough to investigate the bathroom, where he could tell the actual event had taken place. His reward was a more concentrated aroma of Vanra's residual arousal. His blue eyes flashed silver as his dragon stirred with interest at the tantalizing smell surrounding them .

Kitaro had never really thought about what a human's release would smell like, but he never would have imagined it would be so delightfully delicious. As he breathed in the intoxicating aroma, Kitaro's own arousal stirred in response.

As a result of steadfastly opposing romantic entanglements, Kitaro was well acquainted with self-pleasure. He had no qualms about stripping down and getting into the hot bath to enjoy himself.

Kitaro was heady with the bliss he derived from Vanra's lingering sexual pheromones. He stroked himself while enjoying the mental image of Vanra doing the same. There was something wonderfully scandalous about imagining the mage indulging himself.

Kitaro could tell Vanra was attracted to him, but how much of that was biological versus actual interest was still up for debate. There also was the pesky issue of Vanra's traveling companion he was sexually involved with. But the fact that it no longer seemed to be a romantic relationship gave Kitaro a sense of hope he wasn't sure he should feel.

Rather than dwelling on Vanra's complicated relationship with someone so undeserving of him, Kitaro entertained himself with memories of what had happened between them during training. He imagined himself caressing the human more boldly than he had dared to in reality. The Vanra in Kitaro's fantasy was less reserved about accepting such actions. As they kissed in his mind, the shifter moaned softly as he arched under his own ministrations.

He imagined sending them tumbling to the ground, allowing him to pin Vanra's smaller frame beneath him. They heatedly kissed while rutting against each other. When Vanra moaned Kitaro's name in the fantasy, the shifter came in his hand. The smell of his release mixing with Vanra's once again made Kitaro's dragon stir with interest. His eyes rimmed with silver as he indulged in his more primitive self. Kitaro's dragon ached with a need for Vanra, but those were foolish thoughts. Vanra would never be his to enjoy in this era when he was trying to get back to his own. While such logic did not sway his dragon, Kitaro knew better.

He lingered for a little while longer, selfishly enjoying the scent of their combined arousals. Soon, he would awaken Vanra so that they could eat dinner. But for now, he was content to enjoy his private pleasure that satisfied both him and his dragon a great deal.