The Dragon Lord's Aide Wants to Quit [BL]-Chapter 319: Mutual Worship (M)

Riley wanted release yesterday.

He felt he needed to release because if he didn’t come apart now, he was certain something would happen to him. His heart was a frantic bird trapped in his chest, and his skin felt three sizes too small for the lightning charging through his veins.

And he was really close, alright.

Just one mo—!

"!!!"

The thought shattered into a million jagged pieces.

Unexpectedly, Kael, who had been giving Riley’s behind all the attention in the world, shifted. The golden dragon didn’t just observe; he adapted. With a predatory grace that defied his usual stoicism, Kael leaned down and found Riley’s erect member with his mouth.

At the exact same moment, Kael’s long, sinful finger curled deep inside him hooking against that sensitive cluster of nerves with devastating precision.

Right there.

The spot.

The combination was a death knell for Riley’s self-control.

There was no fighting it. No resisting it. Between the heat and wetness of Kael’s mouth wrapped around his length and the thick fingers that honestly felt like they could impregnate him with their sheer depth and pressure, the poor newlywed didn’t stand a chance.

Riley’s world turned white.

His back arched so sharply it was a miracle he didn’t lift off the bed entirely. He felt his essence being drawn out of him, pulled by the suction of a god and pushed by the thrust of a master.

For a terrifying second, Riley thought he might actually faint.

His consciousness flickered, drifting into a dark, blissful void for a heartbeat before reality slammed back into focus.

When his eyes finally returned from almost blacking out, the first thing he saw were those golden eyes.

The sight was honestly overwhelming. The golden dragon was positioned between Riley’s legs, his shimmering hair framing his handsome, sharp face like a halo of spun sunlight. He looked like a divine being performing a sacred rite.

Only the rite was anything but holy.

Slowly, Kael’s mouth rose, freeing Riley’s pulsating and sensitive cock. As the shaft finally came out of the heat of Kael’s mouth, a thin, silver string of cum remained, connecting them for one shimmering second.

Then, Kael tilted his head.

With a deliberate, heavy gaze fixed on Riley, the golden dragon actually licked that string of pearly white fluid away. He didn’t look away, and he didn’t flinch. He just looked hungry.

Riley’s breath hitched in a broken sob as he realized the truth.

Kael had swallowed it.

He had taken every drop of Riley’s surrender and made it a part of himself.

And he wasn’t particularly done.

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Because how could the dragon lord be done with his mate?

He had been given instructions earlier. Go in gently, coax when there’s a bit of resistance, and find a spot just two inches in.

While he had done two of the three, Kael was certain he needed to do something about the very important part of coaxing when there’s a bit of resistance.

Riley, if he could hear his golden dragon’s thoughts, would have collapsed on the spot.

Resistance?

There was no resistance.

He was already as open as open could ever get. In fact, he was so welcoming that he would have shaken his own hips to entice said golden dragon if his muscles weren’t currently turned into useless jelly.

But Kael was adamant.

He wanted to coax Riley’s body into opening up to him completely. As if that weren’t already the case.

Kael wanted to remind his twig that there was an entire body he hadn’t gotten to look after today. He was apparently certain those other parts would need a lot of convincing.

They definitely didn’t!

Like Riley’s nipples, for example. Which had already hardened traitorously even before Kael had gotten anywhere near them. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

Kael shifted position, propping Riley up against a stack of plush pillows so he could see his mate properly. He wanted to see everything. Every twitch. Every flicker of emotion that crossed Riley’s face.

With his free hand, Kael reached for Riley’s chest.

He started simply. Just a thumb pressing over a sensitive peak. Not even pinching. Just enough pressure to make Riley’s breath hitch.

Then he pulled away.

Let the cool air kiss the damp skin.

Then did it again. Perfectly timed with the movement of his other hand, which was still steadily working Riley open.

The dual sensation was maddeningly slow.

Kael’s fingers slid in and out with an agonizing deliberation that felt far too intentional to be accidental. Every time that internal spot was brushed and every time a nipple was flicked by a calloused thumb, Riley’s leg actually jerked.

He couldn’t stop it.

His fingers clawed into the bedsheets and then into Kael’s back, needing something to anchor himself. To his surprise, the dragon’s skin didn’t feel like solid metal even under his grating nails. It was hot. Solid. Yet definitely flesh.

Riley was panting now, the sound ragged and desperate in the otherwise quiet room. The longer it took, the more the pressure built up in his abdomen, a heavy, molten weight that made him feel like he was about to go crazy.

More than that, he really wanted to remind his mate that no milk was going to come out of him, even if he sucked like the fate of Eryndra depended on it.

Unfortunately, that was exactly what Kael did next.

The dragon lord leaned down and took one hardened peak into his mouth.

Slowly.

Rhythmically.

He sucked with such intent that Riley thought if demons made contracts like this, people would sign away their souls without hesitation.

The focus Kael gave to such a small part of him was overwhelming. Riley’s vision blurred again, the world tilting at the edges.

But the ex-mortal also wanted to live.

He wanted to survive today. He wanted tomorrow. He wanted the coming weeks so he could get his inheritance and they could finally be free of inhibitions.

So he reached out.

And grabbed Kael’s wrist.

The same wrist attached to the fingers currently buried inside him.

The gesture stopped Kael momentarily.

The dragon lord looked up at his mate, and the sight was nothing short of breathtaking.

Riley looked beautiful in his disarray, his mouth partially opened and stained a deep red, his eyes watery with unshed tears of pleasure. His chest rose and fell in jagged heaves, and his neck was a map bearing witness to Kael’s earlier claims.

The dragon lord was prepared to be patient, but what came out from those trembling lips was entirely unexpected.

"Put in three."

"Huh?" Kael was actually confused at first, his golden eyes blinking in surprise before Riley repeated himself with more force.

"Put in three fingers."

"Three?"

"Yes, three. Because if I want to feel something even remotely like your cock, I need at least three."

"So please, give me three."

Riley was a beginner, a total newbie, only lucky to have a body that could accommodate as much as it did.

But at the same time, he was aware that he wasn’t just looking to be filled and fucked thoroughly. He was specifically looking forward to being done by his mate.

This was all because he wanted his mate, just Kael. And while he likely needed more than three to truly match Kael’s size, he was desperate for something. Anything that was close enough.

He just wanted to know what it would feel like to have what he’d been staring at since earlier finally inside him.

Kael, the obedient golden dragon, actually followed the command. He looked like he’d been hit by a meteor, but he added the third digit, filling Riley with an evident, staggering stretch.

"Haaaa!"

But to his surprise, his twig didn’t let go of his wrist. The dragon lord raised a brow in questioning, but he didn’t dare tell Riley to let go.

Then again, the determined ex-mortal didn’t have any plans of letting go. He didn’t want to experience another bout of coaxing when his body was practically craving something filthier.

With three fingers up his ass, Riley moved.

Back and forth.

Essentially fucking himself using his mate’s hand.

And Kael—Kael nearly stopped breathing.

It was a sight the newly married man didn’t expect to witness today, and an experience he couldn’t have anticipated. His mate was trusting him with places he could have kept secret, showing him every vulnerable, pleasurable spot.

Every time Riley would tense up and moan, Kael would realize it was a different angle. It was an angle Riley could have found with anything or even by himself, but he chose to do it with Kael’s fingers.

Kael’s breath caught in his throat.

The golden dragon repaid that trust in kind. Every time Riley looked at him, or rather, every time he eyed Kael’s cock, he had a dazed, feverish look.

He was clearly imagining it replacing the fingers inside him.

Kael’s heart pounded. His restraint wavered. His need burned.

Nothing could stir Kael’s mind, heart, and body more than knowing how much his mate desired him.

So he reached for himself.

Right in front of his mate.

With his free hand, Kael gripped his own cock. He began to stroke, matching the rhythm Riley set. Matching the speed. Matching the hunger.

Essentially, they were both masturbating to each other, locked in a cycle of mutual worship.

Riley’s eyes widened to the size of saucers.

He looked like he could have come again from the sight alone.

Kael’s cock twitched under his own touch, and Riley’s mouth parted in shock. In awe. He watched it all. He watched every pulse, every throb, every moment his dragon stroked himself harder because of him.

Riley ended up dazed, exceptionally feverish, and positively taken.

Sure enough, even like this, they were only each other’s.