Precious Gift Part 3
Precious Gift
A/N: Sorry this took so long to get out. This chapter was inspired by Game of Thrones :)
Sam's native language is in italics.
Warnings: Slash Sam/Dean, and future mpreg
I do not own anything!
Sam returned from the land of dreams in the early hours of the morning. He knew it was still very early because it was still silent around the camp. But it would not be long before the camp will be buzzing with the everyday morning rituals.
The Rājā glanced down at the tangle of limbs he was caught in. His Rānī was still fast asleep curled around him. Sam took a minute to study his queen for a minute. Dean was beyond beautiful with his adorable freckles on his handsome face, full pink lips, and the most amazing green eyes that could capture anyone. He was more enticing than Ruby or anyone else Sam had ever met. And he had to have the Phoenix Prince. It may have been the dragon blood rumored to run through his veins. Dragons only possessed the most prettiest of treasures, and the Rānī was always a Rājā's greatest treasure.
Sam's hand softly trailed Dean's side. His queen muttered something under his breath that the Rājā could not make out before shifting on his stomach and falling back into a peaceful slumber. Sam eyed his dried seed on his queen's inner thighs. The hazel-eyed ruler licked his lips. He wondered what Dean tasted like. Dean's eyes snapped opened as he felt something wet slide around the muscle that was his entrance. A moan slipped away from his lips. This was something he never had done to him, and it felt absolutely amazing or even better than that. Another swipe, and Dean jerked his hips toward that wet source of pleasure. He heard Sam moan behind him and smiled. It was pleasing to know his husband was lost in this as well.
"More Sammy," Dean pleaded.
Hearing his queen moan like that and then buck under his touches brought a moan from the lips of the powerful warrior. His queen was everything he ever wanted and more. The taste of his seed on Dean combined with the natural flavor that was all Dean was intoxicating. Sam's tongue circled the submissive male's rim, and the blond cried out. Dean's cock was hard and leaking trapped between his belly and the furs beneath him. He spread his legs wider to give his husband more access, and to feel more of that unbelievable pleasure. Strong powerful hands gripped the Rānī's inner thighs as the tongue licking him open pushed inside his entrance. In ecstasy, Dean screamed.
"Oh gods! Yes Sammy!"
Sam raised an eyebrow as Dean once again called him Sammy. The Rājā kind of liked the nickname. Of course he would only allow his Rānī to ever call him that though. It only seemed right that way, and it was something that only seemed special with his queen.
Dean felt so close to the edge, but he did not want his release to come unless his husband was buried balls deep inside of him, filling Dean up with his knot.
"Sammy please," the Rānī moaned, "Want you."
Yet Sam did not react right away as though he did not hear Dean. The green-eyed male silently cursed himself. Sam did not know the Common Tongue. Dean really needed to learn the native language of the Dragon Clan.
Acting fast, Dean raised himself onto his knees. He then pushed himself against his husband and brushed their lips together. He could taste himself and something else bitter on Sam's tongue. The Rājā easily dominated his queen in their lip lock. He wanted to be buried inside his submissive lover already. Sam's cock was leaking as well. Dean had no patience either. He did not want to take this coupling slow. But how to relay that to Sam? The answer easily came as the question. The blond man ground his ass into Sam's hard erection. Both men groaned at the sensation it brought them. Dean softly kissed his husband's lips and looked up into his hazel eyes with his half-lidded ones. Sam gazed into his queen's glassy emerald orbs. The Rājā could see what Dean wanted in those lust filled eyes. Grabbing the smaller man's hips, Sam thrusted himself inside balls deep in one smooth motion. Dean cried out as he came. The painful but pleasurable burn of his husband filling him finally brought out his release. Dean took a deep breath as the aftershocks soon dissipated. After he was finished, Dean let Sam have his way with him.
Sam moaned as Dean turned pliant underneath his fingertips. The taller of the two pulled out until only the head of his cock was still inside his lover. He then pushed back in harder. Sam was selfish with his own release now. He kept his pace hard and fast, and the only sounds were the heavy breathing from the two lovers. Dean groaned now and then at the feel of Sam's roughness. But he did not mind; Dean got more than enough pleasure from his husband and it was only fair Sam got the same. Feeling his knot begin to swell, Sam pulled the other male close to him so they touching back to chest. The Rājā had grown fond of the intimacy he shared with his Rānī. He never had intimacy with any of his other previous lovers. Sam's hands found themselves on Dean's stomach. Once again, the Rājā imagined his Rānī swollen with his child. But now there were different reasons the thought haunted him. He wanted this with Dean as a fruit of their union; something they created from their time together. Dean softly smiled as Sam began to fill him up with hot cum. This was everything Dean wanted.
Once again the Dragon Clan was on the move. The Rājā lead his tribe on his stallion at the front of the line while his Rānī was safely tucks in the center of the pack. But something was not right with the queen. Dean rode on his beautiful mare with Adam on his heels. The young man was now Dean's one and only personal slave. It was great to have someone who could speak the Common Tongue. Adam was the only person Dean really could have a conversation with. Gripping the reins of his horse tightly, Dean groaned. He has been feeling miserable all day, and riding on a horse was not helping. His stomach continued to flip flops. Gods, what was wrong with him?
Adam worriedly glanced up at the queen.
"Rānī, is everything alright?" the young man asked.
He noticed that there was something up with the queen. With another groan, Dean suddenly stopped his horse and jumped off. Adam ran off to follow him. Dean dropped to the knees by the bushes and emptied the contents of his stomach. Adam breathed a sigh in relief when Dean stopped running but then cringed at the sight of his queen vomiting. Dean felt Adam's hand on his shoulder but could not say anything as another wave of nausea hit him.
A small crowd stood behind and his slave. Adam turned his head to face the crowd.
"Somebody get the Rājā!" he shouted in the native language of the Dragon Clan.
The crowd easily broke away to fulfill the orders given. They may have come from a slave, but the Rānī did need the Rājā. Adam turned back around and soothingly rubbed a hand up and down his queen's back.
"It's okay," the slave muttered reassuringly.
Sam eyed his advisor wearily but continued to smile anyways.
"I think that your humor is drying out in your old age Bobby," the Rājā joked.
The older man, Bobby, glared at the younger one. Both men had their braids thrown over their shoulder as they rode.
"Or you're just too stubborn to admit I'm funny," Bobby responded.
Sam rolled his eyes and chuckled. Bobby was one of the closest confidents the young man had.
"Rājā!" a voice yelled from behind the pair.
The two men shared a glance before stopping their horses and turning them around. A stern glare appeared on the hazel-eyed ruler's face.
"What?" he demanded.
The woman carrying the voice stopped running at her ruler's horse and tried to catch her breath. Once she succeeded, she looked into her king's eyes.
"Come quick," she urgently spoke, "it is the Rānī."
A worried look overtook Sam's hardened expression. He glanced at his advisor. Bobby gave him a reassuring nod. It was just what the young man needed. Bobby knew how close the Rājā had gotten with his Rānī in the last few weeks.
"Lead me," Sam ordered as he pushed his stallion onwards.
Adam sighed in relief when he spotted his Rājā heading towards him on his powerful stallion. The slave cringed as he heard Dean vomit once more. One would think there would be nothing left in Dean's stomach by now.
"The Rājā is here," Adam spoke to the sick male beside him.
Hopefully the leader of the Dragon Clan could fix this.
Sam jumped off his horse and ran over to his fallen queen. "Dean," he called as he kneeled beside him.
He glanced at the slave who was kneeling beside his lover. "What happened?" he yelled.
Adam flinched at his king's tone.
"He has not been feeling well for a while now," the slave answered.
Sam turned to Bobby as he walked up behind him. "Have camp set up here tonight Bobby," the Rājā commanded.
Bobby nodded his head. He turned around and began shouting orders at the other members of the Dragon Clan.
Dean could not help but lean into Sam. Sam was here; he could help.
"Sammy," the blond groaned.
The Rājā wrapped his arms around his queen to help comfort the both of them. Once he was sure his queen's stomach was settled for the moment, Sam lifted his lover into his arms and headed to find his advisor. Adam followed his king. He too was concerned for the Rānī. But the Dragon clan has some of the best healers in all the lands.
Adam waited with Sam for any news about Dean's condition. Bobby had gathered the best healers the Clan had to heal the Rānī. They had been inside for over an hour with the queen. Sam had long ago left a trail where he paced back and forth outside the tent. The agitated concern the Rājā had for his Rānī was a sight to behold. Never has Sam acted this way towards anyone before. Bobby was truly grateful that it was someone like Dean that won the heart of their ruler. Dean was a good person, and a true equal for the Rājā of the Dragon Clan.
A little while later, the main healer, a woman by the name of Ellen, stepped outside of the tent. When the Rājā spotted her, he called her over with a wave of his hand.
"How is Dean?" he worriedly asked.
Ellen slightly bowed her head and stood beside Bobby.
"He is fine Rājā," she answered.
Sam sighed in relief. He was so grateful. He could not handle the thought of losing Dean. It was something the hazel-eyed warrior never felt before. All that he knew was that he needed Dean, and he could never lose him.
"So what then is the matter?" Bobby asked the woman beside him.
It was great news that the Rānī was alright, but then why was the queen sick?
Ellen sighed and looked into the eyes of her king. "The Rānī is with child," she stated.