Chapter 3

CHAPTER3

Opal could probably have spent all night making out with Tristan and frotting against him, except for one, teeny, tiny, issue.

Or maybe two rather big issues.

Even all drugged up, Tristan would probably notice that Opal was a bit better endowed than most humans. Especially now, as Opal’s two cocks started to swell and tent Opal’s skirt. This was why humans wore undergarments, wasn’t it—to hide any unfortunate erections?

“Wait,” Opal said, pulling away from Tristan. He had to keep an arm on Tristan to prevent him from continuing the kiss. “We should… get on the bed.”

Tristan blinked sluggishly at him, as though it took a moment for him to understand what Opal was saying. “Why should we get on the bed? I’m…” He frowned a little. “I don’t like men that way,” he said, which was not at all what his body was telling Opal.

“I think it would be more comfortable for us.” Opal motioned toward the bed, which was the largest the inn had to offer. It would probably fit two adult humans… or a human and a dragon. Opal almost reached up to scratch at his horns, until he remembered the spell keeping those out of sight. “I’ll ride you! Just your cock inside my tight hole. You won’t have to look at my co… my cock at all.”

Shoot, he’d almost said cocks. This was going to be tricky.

“I’m so drunk,” Tristan said, laughing. “I didn’t think I had that much to drink, but… Gods, I’m going to have a hangover tomorrow.”

Opal could see the way Tristan’s cock strained against his pants, and the knight rubbed it absently before going to flop down on the bed.

“C’mere,” Tristan said. “I don’t know what it is about you…”

Tristan seemed to be having trouble with his limbs. Opal might have kissed him a little too hard. It was fine, though. Opal could do all the work for both of them.

“Here, let me help you.” Opal approached Tristan and started to work his boots off. “You must be so uncomfortable in your clothes.” At least, that’s how it usually went with humans high on dragon fluids. Three kisses in, and every bit of clothing was far too constricting, and they were sensitive all over, and…

Opal looked up at Tristan’s flushed face. His skin was dark enough to not turn red, but his pupils were dilated and his lips were parted, and he looked absolutely gorgeous like that.

Tristan didn’t argue with him, though he threw his arm over his eyes. “Fuck,” he mumbled. “What am I doing? What are you doing?” He moved his arm so he could look down at Opal. “It’s hot. Are you hot? Can we open a window?”

Opal glanced at the window, but it was in the middle of fall, and it would get cold quickly. “I’m definitely feeling warmer. But it’s cold outside,” he said as he unbuckled Tristan’s belt. The partially erect cock underneath was definitely gratifying, although Opal couldn’t help but be wistful about what could have been. He’d wanted to be the one getting seduced.

Not that he had any problems being the seducer; it just wasn’t quite as romantic as he’d hoped.

Opal tugged Tristan’s breeches and underclothes off halfway and sighed when that glorious half-hard cock burst forth.

It was… probably large, for a human. Opal hadn’t been with enough humans to judge. It wasn’t larger than either of Opal’s cocks, but Opal wasn’t picky. He liked how thick Tristan was, at least, and he leaned down to breathe in Tristan’s musky scent.

“You smell really nice,” Opal said, darting his tongue out for a quick taste.

“I do? I’ve been travel—” Tristan started to say, but when Opal’s tongue found the head of his cock, the words quickly failed him. He moaned, grasping the sheets.

How long had it been since Tristan had been with someone? And he’d only ever been with humans. Opal would show Tristan such a good time that Tristan would absolutely forget all about his pesky hatred of dragons.

Opal widened his jaw and swallowed Tristan down, wrapping his tongue around Tristan all the way. He alternated between fluttering his tongue and sucking, drawing the most beautiful noises out of Tristan.

Tristan didn’t stand a chance between Opal’s saliva and his talent at sucking cock, unhampered by human gag reflexes. Opal was quite proud of himself for his abilities, and they were good enough to bring Tristan to full erection.

“Gods,” Tristan mumbled. “Gods, this isn’t…” Whatever he was going to say, he cut himself off as Opal took him even deeper into his throat. “Opal!”

The urgency of Tristan’s cry had Opal pause, and he reluctantly pulled back. “Are you coming already?” he asked, trying not to sound disappointed. “Can you go twice in one night? Because I really want to feel you inside me, so I don’t want to waste your only erection.”

“No. No, I’m not coming. I just…” Tristan let out a frustrated sound. “I’ve never done this with a man, and it feels strange, and I’m not sure I… can. I had too much to drink.”

“You can,” Opal assured him, mostly because he was absolutely certain his saliva would ensure it. He debated kissing Tristan a bit more and exchanging more spit with him, but… Opal pouted. It wouldn’t be fair if Tristan was so out of it that he couldn’t do anything at all. He sat up and stroked Tristan’s hot erection with one hand. “Look, you’re so hard already. Imagine how it’ll feel like inside me. I’ll be so tight, squeezing all around you, and you’re welcome to be as rough as you want. I’m not delicate like a—” Opal almost said human, “—a woman.”

Tristan furrowed his brow. “You’re pretty like one though. You don’t look like a tough guy at all. Those bandits could’ve snapped you in half.”

“You think I’m pretty?” Opal asked, beaming. Never mind the insinuations about his strength; he just wanted to know more about how infatuated Tristan already was.

“Well, yes,” Tristan said after a moment, his eyes taking a moment to focus on Opal. “I thought you were a woman at first. Why do you dress like a woman if you aren’t one?” he asked with all the tact of someone who was completely and thoroughly under the influence of alcohol—or dragon fluids.

“Because I like how it looks.” Opal sat back onto his haunches and shrugged his coat off, leaving himself in just his skirt and the loose shirt he wore over it. There was no mistaking the lack of breasts like this, of course, although Opal didn’t particularly want any. “And these clothes are comfortable! And…” Opal reached up to touch the corner of his eyes, where he’d meticulously applied the human cosmetics. “It’s pretty! I just like feeling pretty.”

Tristan nodded, as though that made perfect sense. “Well, you are. Pretty. Beautiful. Just…” He let out a short laugh. “Very forward. Not like a woman at all.” He reached out toward Opal, though he wasn’t in range to touch him.

Opal delicately scooted closer, holding the skirt so the fabric bunched up and disguised his erections. “Are women not allowed to be forward? You haven’t met my mother.” Shoot, if he faced Tristan, his double erections would definitely show through the skirt. “Here, how about I ride you the other way? My back probably looks a lot more feminine than my front.”

“They can be forward,” Tristan said. “But they usually aren’t, unless they’re—” He caught himself before he could finish a sentence Opal was sure wouldn’t be flattering at all. “All right. I’ll try it this once, but then… Then I’m going to go meet the guards for drinks.”

How utterly not romantic.

Opal scooted into place, lamenting that he wouldn’t be able to see Tristan’s beautiful brown eyes. But maybe this was for the best. He wouldn’t be tempted to kiss Tristan again, and Tristan might come to his senses enough to realize just how taken he was with Opal, all on his own.

“Wait,” Tristan said. “Don’t you… need to prepare? There’s…” His arm flopped onto the bed. “Oils?”

Oh, yes. Dammit. Opal gripped his erections through his skirt and groaned. It was very nice of Tristan to be so conscientious of him. Despite the fact that he was a little rough around the edges at moments, he was truly a very thoughtful knight… but right now, he was being too thoughtful. Opal just wanted to get Tristan’s dick inside him. His precum was probably slick enough that he could use it to oil himself up, but he really didn’t need it. Opal didn’t get as slick the way other magical creatures could, but he was naturally more lubricated than a human.

Which should have been an extra point in his favor. Look, dragons were better in bed all around!

“I’m fine!” Opal said quickly. “I can handle it. And I got your dick all slick with my spit, and…”

“Are you sure?” Tristan asked doubtfully, but his hands were already gripping Opal’s ass cheeks, spreading them.

Still clutching his erections with the fabric of his skirt, Opal lifted the rest of his skirt off his ass and tilted forward enough so Tristan could see his hole. “Yep! The stretch will feel so good!”

“This feels weird,” Tristan said. He laughed again. “I really am very drunk, Opal. I can barely see straight” The laughter faded.

“That’s all right! I can see well enough for both of us.” Opal smiled encouragingly, hoping to distract Tristan from whatever dark turn his thoughts had taken. “Just let me sink down on your cock. Look, my hole is so greedy and hungry for you already.” He clenched his ass, imagining just how good it would feel to have Tristan inside him.

“Really?” Tristan asked doubtfully, but he shifted so that Opal could better straddle him. “This feels so… impersonal, with you facing away from me.”

“Do you… want me to turn around?” Opal asked, both hopeful and torn. Maybe if he bent down and kissed Tristan, and made sure Tristan didn’t try to touch Opal’s cocks…

No, wait. He wasn’t supposed to kiss Tristan. But kissing him would ensure Tristan would remain into it, so maybe a few kisses here and there wouldn’t be a problem.

“I think so, yes.”

Opal couldn’t see Tristan’s face, but from his tone of voice, he could tell Tristan was probably frowning—and definitely thinking too hard. He needed Tristan to stop thinking about all of these things.

He turned around again and bent forward so Tristan wouldn’t be able to see his cocks straining underneath the skirt. That brought their faces closer together, and Opal smiled at Tristan. “My dashing knight,” Opal whispered, before placing a soft kiss on Tristan’s nose.

Tristan wasn’t looking at him too closely, and Opal supposed that his inexperience with another man would work. His knight might be gracious with a woman and seek to bring her pleasure, but Opal doubted he’d think to do the same with another man.

Tristan sought out Opal’s lips, seeking another kiss that lingered, and thrust his tongue into his mouth again. “Your taste,” Tristan mumbled. “How…”

“You taste divine too,” Opal answered. “And you smell so good, and—I’m sorry, I really need you in me right now.” He shifted his hips, reached back, and finally sank down onto that beautiful, thick cock.

Fuck, that was good. Opal started to arch back, just barely remembering he had to stay close enough that his erections wouldn’t be obvious. That meant he couldn’t get Tristan in as deep as he liked, but it was still Tristan, and that more than made up for the awkward angle.

Plus, being face to face like this was so romantic. Opal sighed happily and began moving his hips in small thrusts. Tristan groaned and gripped Opal’s hips, urging him to move faster.

“You’re—you’re teasing me—” Tristan growled. The sweat shone on his forehead; his eyes scrunched up in pleasure. “How are you so… so tight, so smooth…”

“Does it feel good?” Opal asked, squeezing tighter just so he could feel Tristan’s cock drag along his inside walls. Pleasure shot up his spine, and his right cock pulsed in arousal.

Tristan nodded, his fingers tightening on Opal’s hips. His eyes were glassy from the effects of Opal’s saliva, and they didn’t seem to be able to stay focused on Opal’s face—or anything else, for that matter. “I’ve never done this with a woman,” he admitted.

“You’ve never fucked a woman?” Opal asked, shocked. “But you’re so… dashing! And handsome! And brave, and—”

Tristan laughed, squeezing again. “I mean I’ve never had a woman’s arse before,” he said. “Of course I’ve had my romps. There’s no shortage of women who want to bed a knight.”

Oh, that was less exciting than the other interpretation, even if it did make more sense. “Well—” Opal clenched his hole again, drawing another pleasured moan from Tristan’s lips, “—I hope… I hope you’re enjoying it.” It was so hard to remember to keep himself raised up enough that Tristan wouldn’t feel his cocks, but not so high that Tristan might see them. It felt so good, and all Opal wanted was to lose himself to these sensations.

Maybe next time he would ask Tristan to bend him over a table to fuck him.

“It’s different,” Tristan said with a groan. “Tighter. Amazing. Move a little more.”

How lovely. Even flying as high as Tristan was from drink and saliva, he still took the time to appreciate Opal.

He really was the epitome of a dashing knight.

Opal rolled his hips and sped up his pace. He could already feel his own balls growing heavy with the need for release. The right cock was tightening in that familiar sensation, and if he just got a little more…

“Kiss me,” Opal murmured. “Please, kiss me, Tristan.”

Tristan obliged him without a word, without hesitation, eagerly pressing his lips to Opal’s and allowing even more of that addictive saliva to cross between them. He was shuddering, likely on the brink of a climax, and just as Opal had that thought, he felt Tristan’s release inside of him.

It was so warm, and something about Tristan’s scent changed and turned even headier. Opal reached under his skirt to give his right cock a few quick strokes before he was coming too, his seed spilling all over the inside of his skirt.

Opal sighed happily, the pleasure settling in his bones. He started to sink down—

And remembered that his left cock was still hard.

Fuck.

Tristan’s arms came up around Opal’s back and pulled him down, as if trying to press their bodies together.

“Come here,” Tristan murmured.

“No, um…” Opal slid off Tristan, delighting at the sensation of cum running down his thigh and lamenting that he couldn’t luxuriate in it. “My skirt is a mess. One second, I need to clean up or else the fabric will be ruined.” He hurried over to the little washbasin and made sure to keep his back to Tristan while he wiped his cocks clean. He also pinched his balls and left cock hard enough to make the erection subside, grimacing a little against the pain.

The things he did for love.

Tristan didn’t sit up, but he rolled onto his side to watch Opal. “Well,” he said, his voice still slurred a little. “That was interesting.”

“Good-interesting, right?” Opal said, grabbing the washcloth and bringing it back to the bed. He carefully wiped Tristan’s soft cock clean, watching Tristan’s expression closely. “You had a good time?”

“It was good,” Tristan said. His expression was still a little vacant, but he seemed to be telling the truth, at least. He’d enjoyed it, so obviously he’d want it to happen again.

Opal couldn’t wait until the next time they fucked. Now that Tristan had done this once, he would be even better at it. Opal discarded the cloth and slid into the bed next to Tristan, his back to the knight, and Tristan wrapped an arm around his waist.

“I’m so glad I met you.” Opal placed his hands over Tristan’s. “I feel like I’ve been waiting my whole life for you.”

Tristan hesitated a moment before saying in a slurred voice, “I think that’s… a little… um…”

“I’ve just always…” Opal trailed off, unsure how to word it. “I’ve read so many stories. The daring romances, the epic romances, the sort of boring romances… and I’ve seen how in love my parents are, and my siblings are all finding partners, and I just… I couldn’t stand the thought of being alone in my cave anymore.”

“In your cave,” Tristan repeated, and of course he had to latch on to that instead of the beautiful things Opal had said about romances and partners.

“My metaphorical cave.” Opal huffed a little and turned onto his back so he could look at Tristan. “It gets lonely. But when I saw you… You’re so perfect, Tristan. A true dashing hero. You stepped in to save me, and nobody has ever offered to save me before.” Opal laughed lightly. “Mostly they want to rescue others from me! As if I was some sort of beast out to devour their lovers!”

Tristan’s eyes were closed, and it was very possible he wasn’t hearing much of what Opal was saying. Still, he asked after a long moment, eyes still closed, “Why would anyone think they need to rescue anyone from you? You’re a beautiful damsel, in need of protection.”

Opal smiled sadly. “That’s what I always say! But nobody believes me.”

The only time Opal had gone out of his way to harm humans was after his favorite library had been burned down by vile arsonists. And instead of hailing Opal as the hero who had brought the villains to justice, they’d started crying about the dragon attack.

Opal snuggled closer to Tristan, even if it was a little awkward since he was the taller of them. “You’ll stay until morning, right? Please don’t vanish in the middle of the night.”

“I’m supposed to meet the guardsmen for drinks,” Tristan mumbled, but his arm was still wrapped around Opal’s waist, and he showed no signs of moving. “But maybe I’ve already had too much to drink. I’m so tired.”

“Exactly.” Opal allowed his own eyes to flutter closed. “I’m better than a drink anyway. I’m better than all those other men.”

“Guess you are,” Tristan answered with a yawn. “G’night.”

Opal smiled widely, rolling those words around in his head. Tristan said he was better than everybody else! How was he supposed to sleep now?

He spent most of the night just listening to Tristan’s soft breathing and memorizing the lines of his handsome face.