Fill: Treasure Me (7/?)
anonymous
August 6 2011, 22:13:01 UTC
Smauglock took that hand and drew the fingers into his mouth, his tongue circling the tips, cleaning them and Johnbo moaned. Smauglock spoke against his wet digits, “Don’t act so fragile. It’s unbecoming.”
“You hurt me!”
“Only a fraction. I also healed you. Be grateful, most dragons are not so forgiving.”
“I don’t…why are you doing this? Why me?”
“Why not you?” Smauglock whispered into the nape of his neck as he began licking at the spot he had bitten again. The tip of his nose glided along Johnbo’s back and he placed kisses along his spine, “I find mating with my own kind distasteful. There are not many of us left and the ones that remain are idiotic and tedious. Granted, almost everyone is an idiot, you included, but you at least have…well, I suppose the best way to put it would be to say you have a sense of adventure.”
Johnbo didn’t have time to feel insulted as Smauglock had reached the dip of his lower back, his tongue circling obscenely there to make him shiver, so much so that he only vaguely became aware of the fact that Smauglock’s tail had begun to wrap itself around his middle once more, lifting him ever so slightly. Smauglock's tongue licked back upwards in one smooth, straight stripe before he drew away and took hold of one of the pillows near the top of the bed. He positioned it beneath Johnbo’s hips, his tail drawing away and Johnbo started to realize he was being positioned, his arse slightly raised, tilted up and he felt his throat constrict, with what he didn’t know. Fear? Anticipation? Both?
His mind returned to panic mode, gibbering and shouting, demanding that he beg for release, for mercy, that he didn’t really want to do this because he had never done this before. Up until now the incredible improbability of everything that had happened (and happened so quickly) had overridden his good sense, but now, propped up like this, he became starkly aware that this was real and going to happen and that he had to stop it.
“Smauglock,” Johnbo breathed, recognizing that this was the first time he had spoken the dragon’s name, “I’ve…never…done this before. I can’t possibly satisfy you.”
Johnbo couldn’t see Smauglock’s face but he could hear the amusement in his tone, “But you’ve already satisfied me, my little thief. Your tears, your fear, your fight against your mounting lust…it has all been quite diverting. We’ve come much too far to stop now. As I said earlier, you owe me. I will take your purity, your innocence, but as I promised, you will enjoy it. Better yet, you will cry out for more.”
With that Smauglock’s hands started caressing his legs, rubbing his calves before drawing away only for Johnbo to feel the brush of lips against the back of one of his knees. His first reaction was a startled laugh after which he immediately stilled, afraid of inciting the dragon’s ire. But Smauglock did not seem affronted. Quite the opposite, as Johnbo could feel him smiling against his flesh, his tongue starting to sweep there and Johnbo found his laughter giving over to disquieting sounds of pleasure.
He would never have thought the back of his knees to be so…erogenous. But as Smauglock peppered kisses from one to the other he found himself growing restless. He wanted…something. He didn’t know what and so couldn’t vocalize it, but the muted gasps coming from him must have signaled Smauglock because he drew away, his hands now stroking up and down the entire length of him, once more reminding Johnbo of how much smaller he was - short and stocky - and even in human form Smauglock easily blanketed him, tall and lithe, and for the briefest of moments Johnbo felt a deep dissatisfaction with his own looks in comparison.
“Ridiculous.” Smauglock breathed, once more so innately aware of Johnbo’s thoughts that the hobbit couldn’t help but ask, “Can you read minds?”
“No, amongst my many skills that is one that I do not possess. You are simply easy to read.” Smauglock’s grip now settled on Johnbo’s buttocks, one hand upon each firm cheek, claws biting in gently as he asked, “How do you feel?”
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anonymous
August 6 2011, 22:21:25 UTC
There was a resounding silence and Johnbo suddenly felt his skin prickle, sweat starting to form as anxiety settled in. He couldn’t see Smauglock’s face but somehow, somehow, he felt he had not only made a glaring confession but that the dragon was absurdly pleased that he had. He could not see him but he knew the dragon was most likely wearing a self-satisfied expression. He imagined the glint in his wicked eyes as his hands moved, parting his arse cheeks, opening him, exposing him, and when Johnbo felt the brush of breath against his hole he thought of renewing his struggle for freedom.
As if sensing this, the claws bit down harder and Johnbo winced, pain distracting him and then thought was completely impossible because Smauglock’s tongue was touching his entrance, pushing inside, lapping at him, circling and pressing and it was insane, insane…
Johnbo buried his face back into the pillow beneath his head and moaned wantonly into it, the sound muffled and as desperate as he felt. He would have never, in a million years, have thought of such an act. He was aware of sex and how it worked - but this, this…
It was obscene, utterly filthy and unbearably erotic. Johnbo’s first real sexual experience…and it started like this. The dragon seemed as though he would be content to stay there forever, the point of his tongue working over him, moving languidly along the crack and in and out of the sensitive ring of muscle, savoring each shocked, blissful sound that worked its way out of Johnbo’s mouth.
Johnbo could feel his length, hard and aching, wedged beneath him, resting uncomfortably between his belly and the pillow under his hips. It took all of his willpower to not start rutting against the bed, the need for friction becoming close to unbearable. His entire body was covered in a light sheen of perspiration and an unmistakable wetness was growing beneath him.
It got to such a fevered pitch that he couldn’t help himself, voice cracking as he pleaded, “Smauglock…please…”
Air puffed against his damp skin, “Yes?”
“I-I need…”
“What? What do you need?” The words were purred with such delight that Johnbo wanted to curse. But only momentarily, his thoughts focused solely on his bodily desires as he arched back and, oh! Yes! Finally some blessed, blessed friction but the dragon suddenly pushed his hands down hard on Johnbo’s hips, pinning him, making him immobile and Johnbo couldn’t stop the whine of despair that escaped him.
Now the purr became a growl, “Tell me what you need! Ask for it. No, better yet, beg for it.”
“S-Smauglock…”
“I will give you what you wish, Johnbo…all you have to do is beg…”
“No, no, no…” Johnbo chanted in soft anguish.
“Are you ashamed, hobbit? Is that it?”
That was exactly it and before Johnbo could even think of a way to say so, Smauglock’s mouth went to the nape of his neck, sucking warmly on the skin there, “Yessss…I like your shame. Oh, but you do please me greatly, Johnbo Watson.”
Johnbo felt his eyes sting again when he unexpectedly felt Smauglock’s body press fully against his own, the dragon covering him as he sighed, “Is this better? Would you rather we rest here, comfortable and secure like lovers? No more fire, no more heat, no more passion…”
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anonymous
August 6 2011, 22:27:28 UTC
“No?” the dragon asked with the sort of patronizing tone that set the hobbit’s teeth on edge as he snapped, “No! You-you know what I want…”
“Do I?”
“Yes!”
“Perhaps, but again you must-”
“Oh, for the love of-! I want you to-to f-f-fuck me.” Johnbo stumbled over the obscenity but it was obviously the right thing to say because Smauglock suddenly drew away and flipped Johnbo over so they were face to face. His jaw clenched as he snarled, “Beg!”
Johnbo let out a strangled sound and Smauglock answered with his claws trailing over his chest, sharp tips flicking against his nipples and the hobbit couldn’t help himself, words leaving him without thought, “God! Yes! Yes! Please!”
“Fuck me!” Johnbo nearly wailed and Smauglock was upon him, savage and unhinged, his mouth latching on to where his neck met his shoulder and once more there was the painful nip of fangs and Johnbo writhed beneath him, struggling like a trapped animal. The dragon found his wrists, drew them above his head and held him down as his mouth continued to bite and when he drew back Johnbo saw that all of his teeth sported pointed little ends, blood painting his lips.
He licked them and the blood vanished as did the points to his teeth. He then licked at the spot he had marked and once again Johnbo felt cool relief as the dragon healed the bite he’d inflicted, lips dragging along his skin, “Yes, the fire in you…that’s what I like to hear, not the sad sniveling. You have the blood of a dragon in you, Johnbo, no need to fight it.”
Johnbo didn’t know what that meant but for some reason it filled him with dread. It made him think of the cup he had consumed earlier, the scent of copper beforehand, but he had no time to contemplate it because Smauglock’s mouth was now gliding wetly down to one of his nipples. His tongue brushed flatly against it before trailing over to the other and then back again. He switched between the two of them steadily increasing his attention until he was sucking and nipping the hardened peaks and Johnbo’s hips were thrusting upwards, his still neglected cock throbbing as he grunted, “I…begged you, begged you…please, please…”
“Yes, yes, you begged me, my little thief. You begged me and now I answer. I could just fuck you, true, but there is so much more you’ve never experienced before, isn’t there? So much you have to learn…to feel,” as he said this, Smauglock slid his body downward, his head hovering near Johnbo’s cock, mouth above the precome-beaded tip.
“Ahhh, little jewels…” Smauglock remarked and his tongue swiped out, wiping away any trace of fluid, making Johnbo’s breath catch as he squirmed against the alien feeling. This sexual act he certainly knew more about but he had never thought to one day receive it under such circumstances, much less from such an individual.
One of Smauglock’s hands rose up; claws retracted as he took hold of Johnbo’s length and languidly stroked him. Johnbo shuddered at the feel of those long, elegant fingers wrapped around him and it took all of his resolve not to start bucking up into the touch, even more so when Smauglock’s other hand found his already taunt balls and gently fondled them.
Still, while his touch was wonderful, Johnbo found himself eager for more of his tongue and, much to his own surprise, was emboldened enough to say so albeit haltingly, “I…would you…I want…that is, I want you to-to take me into your-your mouth.”
Smauglock regarded him with something so akin to rapture that Johnbo felt his cheeks flush. Smauglock’s hands started running up and down the length of his thighs, “Indeed?”
“Yes...I,” Johnbo searched his mind and felt his blush grow worse as he whispered; “I want you to-to suck me.”
Smauglock let out a noise that Johnbo took to be a hum of approval, “Very well. Guide me.”
“Sorry?”
“I will do as you ask. In fact, I welcome your command. I want you to spill into my mouth, I want you to shoot down my throat but first you must show me how.”
“How?”
“Yes, how do you want it, little hobbit? Slow and sweet? Fast and rough? Ease yourself between my lips…”
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anonymous
August 6 2011, 22:37:19 UTC
Johnbo’s mind struggled momentarily before, somehow, light seemed to break through and he understood. He took hold of his own cock and the moment he touched himself, oh, how he wanted to stroke himself to completion. But he knew better. Instead he guided himself into Smauglock’s mouth. The dragon looked up at him through his eyelashes and it was obvious that he enjoyed Johnbo’s interpretation of what he had said. Even more so when, once the hobbit was in his mouth, Johnbo’s hands moved to Smauglock’s head, fingers curling in the dark hair and tugging lightly, urging him to move up and then down and then up again.
Smauglock started bobbing his sleek head and Johnbo had expected the dragon to approach this act with some level of sophistication or technique but instead found it to be something else entirely - hot and wet and wild; Smauglock’s tongue was everywhere on his cock, tracing the thick vein of the underside, curling about the head, easing into the slit and Johnbo’s fingers were now close to tearing at his scalp, hands finally taking hold of his horns and gripping them so tightly he worried momentarily about hurting him.
But Smauglock gave no indication that it did and, what’s more, seemed to sink further down on his length to the point where the tip of his nose pressed against the crush of hair above Johnbo’s shaft and the hobbit moaned with reckless abandon. He couldn’t fathom how the dragon was not gagging and then he felt hands around his hips, urging movement and a keening sound started deep in the back of his throat as his hips began to pump upwards. It was all too much. The sweet slick slide, the heat, the realization that Smauglock was essentially swallowing his entire length...
Johnbo had been spiraling so gradually towards his climax that when it struck it nearly blindsided him. He was incoherent, past speech, past thought, past sanity. All his being was centered below and with a ragged cry, he felt himself coming wetly down Smauglock’s throat as one long endless implosion seemed to lead into the next and he wondered if it would ever end or if he would merely dissolve into madness as he trembled uncontrollably.
Eventually the shocks seemed to subside and Smauglock slowly released his sticky, spent length into the open air. Johnbo sluggishly became cognizant of the fact that he was still clutching to Smauglock’s horns and he carefully unhooked his hands from them as he fell bonelessly back against the bed.
“Mmm, my treasure, how sweet you taste.” Smauglock murmured as he started dropping short kisses all over Johnbo’s tingling body, “And we’ve only just begun…”
Johnbo started sputtering at the very idea, finally managing, “What can we possibly do now?”
The look he received was unmistakably sinister as Smauglock took hold of one of his wrists and guided his hand downwards, making his fingers brush along the dragon’s arousal, “My own needs have yet to be met.”
Johnbo’s eyes widened and he was instantly flooded with a variety of different emotions. There was the bizarre sense of guilt at the knowledge that he had selfishly achieved his own release without any thought to his partner, there was the disbelief at the very idea of the dragon being considered his ‘partner’, and lastly there was nervousness at the thought of even attempting to address Smauglock’s needs.
Thus far Smauglock had insisted that Johnbo’s inexperience was what drew him but surely this could be nothing but a deterrent going forward. Johnbo had no idea what to do or even how to begin and as he started racking his brain Smauglock smiled and rose off the bed and onto his feet, standing at the edge of the bed. He bent down and took gentle hold of Johnbo’s wrists, tugging him upwards, “Rise.”
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anonymous
August 6 2011, 22:44:53 UTC
Slowly Johnbo came to stand, legs shaking and he was quite positive he would have collapsed as a quivering heap on the floor if not for Smauglock’s hold. Smauglock reversed their positions and sat back down on the edge of the bed, tail primly raised. Once comfortably seated his tail skirted off towards one side of the bed and found the stem of the cup it had carried over earlier, drawing it close. He rested the cup near his feet and peering down Johnbo could see that it was filled to the brim with some amber colored oil.
He licked his lips at the sight, his mind racing as to what that was going to be used for. Seeing as he was distracted, he did not notice that Smauglock had released his wrists to let his arms fall back to his sides, the dragon’s hands now going for the much abused pillow from earlier. He tossed it down to the floor near Johnbo’s feet, “Kneel.”
Johnbo obeyed the directive, wobbling knees more than relived to kneel upon the now cushioned floor. He was positioned between Smauglock’s knees and Smauglock cupped his face once more, peering down into it. The dragon’s expression was indiscernible but Johnbo steeled himself to not look away, meeting his eyes dead on and after a time the dragon broke, one of his thumbs running along Johnbo’s bottom lip, “Such a lovely mouth…”
Johnbo felt his breathing grow heavier at that heady statement and he suddenly knew exactly what Smauglock wanted. He willed his hands not to quiver as he raised them to the dragon’s knees and parted them. It seemed silly to be intimidated by this but considering he had never done it before he didn’t judge himself too harshly.
The sight before him was daunting. The dragon’s cock was full and gloriously hard. It stood rigid, the tip just brushing against his stomach. Johnbo contemplated it quietly for a few moments before Smauglock’s hands left his face to tangle in his hair, gently pushing his head closer. Taking the hint, Johnbo tentatively grasped his erection and brought it away from where it rested to his lips.
His eyelids lowered as he enveloped the tip of Smauglock’s cock in his mouth and when his tongue touched him, the dragon’s hips jerked. Johnbo felt the glow of triumph and then, as he started to take in more, as he heard Smauglock release a hiss of ecstasy, he realized he felt powerful. Powerful in a way he had never felt in his whole life.
He could control a man this way, he could control this man, this dragon, and he glanced up to see that Smauglock was watching him as he licked and sucked him, his grayish blue eyes no longer cool but glittering with barely leashed fire, his fingers flexing in the hobbit’s hair. Johnbo let his eyes close as he brought his mouth down as far as he could over Smauglock’s length then he slowly pulled up, pursing his lips and sucking on the thick shaft as it withdrew from his mouth.
Johnbo heard Smauglock moan and his pelvis arched reflexively as the hobbit licked around the ridge below the velvety head. Much to his surprise, Johnbo found he enjoyed what he was doing. He enjoyed all of it - the feel, the weight, the taste - and, most importantly, the power and he started earnestly stroking every inch with his tongue.
He was so consumed with his task he didn’t even notice when Smauglock’s tail moved around his hips and back, directing him, positioning him, and then the tip furled, becoming smaller and sleeker before dipping into the nearby cup, coating itself in oil before moving behind him, easing its way inside him. Johnbo gasped around Smauglock’s cock, the length momentarily falling out of his mouth as he reacted to the feel of the tail’s tip stretching him, teasing him.
His body involuntarily vaulted backward, moving with the unexpected intrusion, the action welcoming it instead of rejecting it, and the sound that left Smauglock could be described as nothing else but an approving growl, one that grew strained as Johnbo resumed his ministrations, his mouth and tongue once more working tirelessly over the dragon’s length.
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anonymous
August 6 2011, 22:51:53 UTC
But there was now a tension to Johnbo’s efforts, one part of his mind focused on the task at hand, while the other marveled at the feel of the tail exploring him, opening him, darting in and out, and then it began to surge deeper, deeper, deeper…rotating…fuck…
Johnbo had been continuously moaning since the tail had first been introduced but as it flicked against his prostate the sounds changed pitch, becoming higher, frantic, and he wriggled in excitement, body damp and slick, throbbing almost in time with each groan that escaped Smauglock, who was as close to mindless as he.
The dragon’s hips were moving rhythmically as Johnbo worked him and the sensuous liquid sounds of Johnbo’s mouth upon on his body seemed overly explicit in the still room. Suddenly Smauglock bucked, gasping, and tried to withdraw from Johnbo’s mouth but the hobbit wanted to feel his finish, wanted to be with him at his most vulnerable and so held on, sucking more strongly until a tangy warmth filled his mouth.
Johnbo dutifully swallowed everything, whimpering in disappointment when he felt the dragon’s tail leave him, but his disappointment was short lived as he was soon drawn up by a strong grip and pulled into waiting arms. He found himself crushed against a sweat slickened chest, Smauglock easing them to lie back against the bed, hands roaming all over his body, clutching at him. The dragon was muttering something under his breath, a threadbare chant, and Johnbo couldn’t make out the words. Instead he pressed one of his ears to the dragon’s chest and heard his mighty heartbeat ease from a wild tempo to something more manageable.
Johnbo distinctly became aware of the fact that he was hard once again and felt his face heat. Smauglock had not been lying. The drink did indeed shorten his refractory period. It was hard to believe - the dragon had literally meant it when he had said again and again and…
Smauglock suddenly drew away, sitting up, and Johnbo was astonished to see that the dragon too, was aroused. Smauglock, reacting to either his earlier thoughts, the shocked expression on his face, or both spoke with a black humor that tainted his every word, “Yes…again and again.”
He moved quickly, finding the cup with the oil, coating his fingers, then his cock and Johnbo watched, his heart pounding, something filling him and he was terribly alarmed when he realized it was growing exhilaration as he breathed, “You…how-?”
“I told you. Insatiable.” Smauglock said as he drew the hobbit over, supernaturally strong hands lifting him up, higher and higher, shifting and turning and suddenly Johnbo’s legs were over his shoulders, one ankle on either side of his neck and Johnbo could feel himself being lowered, hands on his arse, cheeks parted and then the silky blunt feel of the dragon’s cock against his entrance, easing in gradually, and he cried out.
“It’s alright…you can take it…I know you can…” Smauglock groaned, “Fit so well...Oh, yes…perfect. Wonderful. Gorgeous. So tight…”
“Smauglock!”
“I’m inside you, Johnbo…and I haven’t even started. I’m going to take you - deep and hard and fast - I’m going to fill you, fuck you, just as you begged me to earlier. I’m going to pound into you relentlessly until my needs are met. I’m making you mine, do you understand? Mine.” The last word was said with such vicious certainty that Johnbo felt his whole body quake and then, then, the dragon began to move, thrusting, and Johnbo could only release animalistic sounds, his body completely helpless to the sensations it was experiencing.
His hands fumbled outward, having nothing to catch on to, nothing to cling to, and then his eyes shot open, a sound perilously close to a sharp shriek leaving him as the dragon’s mouth closed over his bobbing erection. The dual sensation of Smauglock’s cock buried deep within him, hips pumping mindlessly upward, and Smauglock’s mouth insistently sucking downward on his aching cock was too much.
Falling back with his hands outstretched, he gave himself over with reckless abandon, his entire body coiling, growing hotter and tighter and reaching and the dragon was moving so fast and so deep and repeatedly hitting his prostate dead on while drinking him in and it was too much, too much…
Fill: Treasure Me (13/?)
anonymous
August 6 2011, 23:00:00 UTC
The scream that escaped him was earsplitting and it seemed like a long time before Johnbo returned to any sort of reasonable consciousness. When he did, he was aware of the fact that his hands were weakly tugging on the ends of his shirt and, until this moment, he had completely forgotten he was even still wearing it. Once more the sound of ripping cloth rent the air and Johnbo felt his shirt fell away from him in tatters, leaving him entirely nude, cool air comforting him as it licked at his sticky skin.
Then he realized he was being repositioned, pushed and pulled, until he was on his elbows and knees, head hanging low between his arms and it felt like such a primitive position to be in. And then he felt Smauglock’s erection against the back of one of his thighs and stiffened, eyes widening.
How was that even possible? The dragon had come inside him just now, hadn’t he? Johnbo knew he had come, so how was it possible for him to be hard again? But there it was, hot and full against him, and Smauglock was behind him, audibly panting, “My little thief, my treasure…you’re mine, Johnbo Watson, say it!”
“Yours.” Johnbo managed weakly.
“Again!”
“Yours, yours, yours!” Johnbo wailed, voice hoarse, as Smauglock took hold of his cock and guided it to the hobbit's still wet entrance, thrusting hard and deep and with an unbelievable amount of force. So much so that the bed beneath them groaned and squeaked in protest. In fact, Johnbo’s arms gave out momentarily. He caught himself, braced himself, before closing his eyes and simply feeling the strong slide of the length moving in and out of him. He gave himself over to the demanding pleasure, his heated cries growing more feverish and while he had only come mere moments ago he could feel himself gearing up again, reaching for another peak.
Smauglock’s tail entered the proceedings but this time, this time, it came around Johnbo’s front, brushing his nipples before going lower, finding his erection, coiling around it and stroking him, caressing him, and Johnbo was positive he’d lost his mind, “Yours…Smauglock…all yours…”
He felt his climax - could no longer hold out against it - and it washed over him with the force of a great wave, whiting out his vision as almost painful jets of pleasure shot throughout him. Smauglock held him close, groaning against her ear, teeth scraping his earlobe, “Mine, Johnbo…forever…”
Johnbo couldn’t reply but it did not matter, the dragon’s eyes closed as he flung his head back and nearly roared as his own release clamped down on him.
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anonymous
August 6 2011, 23:06:54 UTC
Johnbo did not know how long he slept but when he finally awoke he found he was resting on his side, Smauglock huddled up behind him, hands tenderly running along his still trembling form. Smauglock pressed gentle kisses into the nape of his neck, “Fine?”
Johnbo snorted, unsure of how to even begin to answer that question.
Smauglock spoke for him, “Johnbo, Johnbo, Johnbo…finally I have a treasure within my possession that has value.”
Johnbo frowned and worried his lower lip between his teeth, “I…don’t belong to you.”
The dragon merely laughed, “Oh, but you do, my treasure.”
“Smauglock…”
“It was agreed upon. Deviously, perhaps, but you are bound to me.” Smauglock said firmly and Johnbo felt a sinking suspicion inside him as he heard himself ask, “That…earlier, in that cup I drank you-you said it would give me stamina and make my,” he shook his head and jumped to the question he really wanted to ask, “What was in it?”
“You know exactly what was in that cup.” Smauglock replied smoothly, “You may not be terribly observant, but you know.”
Johnbo turned to face him, his mouth dry, “It…was your blood, wasn’t it?”
Smauglock propped himself up on one elbow, eyes looking over the hobbit appraisingly, “And if it was?”
“Then…that’s…gross?”
The dragon’s laughter was unexpected and smoky, “It raised your virility, making our extended mating possible, and, in many circles, it is considered a symbolic act of unification.”
Johnbo scowled, “I didn’t agree to that.”
“No? You claimed yourself as mine; you gave yourself to me-”
“I didn’t have much choice, did I?” Johnbo interrupted, crossed between being furious and being hysterical. Smauglock shushed him, hands gently stroking him, “Did you not enjoy our mating?”
“I…no, I enjoyed it. Obviously I enjoyed it. But-”
“Was it not something you would wish to repeat?”
Johnbo nearly choked on his tongue at the very idea. The whole experience had been so mind blowing he was torn between wondering whether or not he could survive a second round and demanding that they try right this instant.
This left him to merely making choked noises and Smauglock grinned smugly, “I rest my case. You are mine, Johnbo. My greatest treasure. The only one worth having.”
Johnbo recognize the compliment but still sulked, “You shouldn’t have tricked me.”
“You shouldn’t have stolen from me three times but here we are.”
“Okay, yes, but you stole my freedom! You’ve-you’ve bonded us together against my will, and-and made me your-your mate or treasure or plaything or-”
“All those definitions fit but I assure you,” Smauglock interrupted, tone casual, “you are free to leave whenever you wish.”
Johnbo seriously doubted that and, to prove it, rose as if to leave. Smauglock did not react whatsoever, instead rolling onto his back, eyes closed as if to sleep. Johnbo looked at him, recognized how it would be so very, very dangerous to get back into that bed, to stay with him, to be with him…
So dangerous…
Johnbo sighed and got back into the bed, huddling up against him, “I hate you.”
“Do you?”
“Yes.”
“That’s not what it sounds like.”
“Well, I do!”
“Are you sure it is not the exact opposite?”
“Yes!” Johnbo insisted but he knew how petulant and insincere he sounded, even more so when Smauglock hauntingly replied, “In time it will be, my treasure, it will be.”
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anonymous
August 9 2011, 00:18:42 UTC
Dragons are becoming a bulletproof kink of mine. What the hell.
Sweet Jesus, but this was hot. The dirty talk alone (just reading all that in Cumberbatch's voice hnnnngh) and then the rimming and the tail-fucking and guh. Yes. So much yes.
Re: Fill: Treasure Me (14/14) END!liz_moAugust 10 2011, 21:11:42 UTC
Oh my. Oh my, oh my. I don't have words for what that was. Is. Because hot and awesome don't really cut it.
P.s: I know you were working of the art the OP linked but all in all, with the horns and the tail and things Smauglock reminded me more of a devil/demon than a dragon turned human. Not that I mind, mind. :)
“You hurt me!”
“Only a fraction. I also healed you. Be grateful, most dragons are not so forgiving.”
“I don’t…why are you doing this? Why me?”
“Why not you?” Smauglock whispered into the nape of his neck as he began licking at the spot he had bitten again. The tip of his nose glided along Johnbo’s back and he placed kisses along his spine, “I find mating with my own kind distasteful. There are not many of us left and the ones that remain are idiotic and tedious. Granted, almost everyone is an idiot, you included, but you at least have…well, I suppose the best way to put it would be to say you have a sense of adventure.”
Johnbo didn’t have time to feel insulted as Smauglock had reached the dip of his lower back, his tongue circling obscenely there to make him shiver, so much so that he only vaguely became aware of the fact that Smauglock’s tail had begun to wrap itself around his middle once more, lifting him ever so slightly. Smauglock's tongue licked back upwards in one smooth, straight stripe before he drew away and took hold of one of the pillows near the top of the bed. He positioned it beneath Johnbo’s hips, his tail drawing away and Johnbo started to realize he was being positioned, his arse slightly raised, tilted up and he felt his throat constrict, with what he didn’t know. Fear? Anticipation? Both?
His mind returned to panic mode, gibbering and shouting, demanding that he beg for release, for mercy, that he didn’t really want to do this because he had never done this before. Up until now the incredible improbability of everything that had happened (and happened so quickly) had overridden his good sense, but now, propped up like this, he became starkly aware that this was real and going to happen and that he had to stop it.
“Smauglock,” Johnbo breathed, recognizing that this was the first time he had spoken the dragon’s name, “I’ve…never…done this before. I can’t possibly satisfy you.”
Johnbo couldn’t see Smauglock’s face but he could hear the amusement in his tone, “But you’ve already satisfied me, my little thief. Your tears, your fear, your fight against your mounting lust…it has all been quite diverting. We’ve come much too far to stop now. As I said earlier, you owe me. I will take your purity, your innocence, but as I promised, you will enjoy it. Better yet, you will cry out for more.”
With that Smauglock’s hands started caressing his legs, rubbing his calves before drawing away only for Johnbo to feel the brush of lips against the back of one of his knees. His first reaction was a startled laugh after which he immediately stilled, afraid of inciting the dragon’s ire. But Smauglock did not seem affronted. Quite the opposite, as Johnbo could feel him smiling against his flesh, his tongue starting to sweep there and Johnbo found his laughter giving over to disquieting sounds of pleasure.
He would never have thought the back of his knees to be so…erogenous. But as Smauglock peppered kisses from one to the other he found himself growing restless. He wanted…something. He didn’t know what and so couldn’t vocalize it, but the muted gasps coming from him must have signaled Smauglock because he drew away, his hands now stroking up and down the entire length of him, once more reminding Johnbo of how much smaller he was - short and stocky - and even in human form Smauglock easily blanketed him, tall and lithe, and for the briefest of moments Johnbo felt a deep dissatisfaction with his own looks in comparison.
“Ridiculous.” Smauglock breathed, once more so innately aware of Johnbo’s thoughts that the hobbit couldn’t help but ask, “Can you read minds?”
“No, amongst my many skills that is one that I do not possess. You are simply easy to read.” Smauglock’s grip now settled on Johnbo’s buttocks, one hand upon each firm cheek, claws biting in gently as he asked, “How do you feel?”
“I…dunno…”
“Relaxed?”
“Suppose so.”
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As if sensing this, the claws bit down harder and Johnbo winced, pain distracting him and then thought was completely impossible because Smauglock’s tongue was touching his entrance, pushing inside, lapping at him, circling and pressing and it was insane, insane…
Johnbo buried his face back into the pillow beneath his head and moaned wantonly into it, the sound muffled and as desperate as he felt. He would have never, in a million years, have thought of such an act. He was aware of sex and how it worked - but this, this…
It was obscene, utterly filthy and unbearably erotic. Johnbo’s first real sexual experience…and it started like this. The dragon seemed as though he would be content to stay there forever, the point of his tongue working over him, moving languidly along the crack and in and out of the sensitive ring of muscle, savoring each shocked, blissful sound that worked its way out of Johnbo’s mouth.
Johnbo could feel his length, hard and aching, wedged beneath him, resting uncomfortably between his belly and the pillow under his hips. It took all of his willpower to not start rutting against the bed, the need for friction becoming close to unbearable. His entire body was covered in a light sheen of perspiration and an unmistakable wetness was growing beneath him.
It got to such a fevered pitch that he couldn’t help himself, voice cracking as he pleaded, “Smauglock…please…”
Air puffed against his damp skin, “Yes?”
“I-I need…”
“What? What do you need?” The words were purred with such delight that Johnbo wanted to curse. But only momentarily, his thoughts focused solely on his bodily desires as he arched back and, oh! Yes! Finally some blessed, blessed friction but the dragon suddenly pushed his hands down hard on Johnbo’s hips, pinning him, making him immobile and Johnbo couldn’t stop the whine of despair that escaped him.
Now the purr became a growl, “Tell me what you need! Ask for it. No, better yet, beg for it.”
“S-Smauglock…”
“I will give you what you wish, Johnbo…all you have to do is beg…”
“No, no, no…” Johnbo chanted in soft anguish.
“Are you ashamed, hobbit? Is that it?”
That was exactly it and before Johnbo could even think of a way to say so, Smauglock’s mouth went to the nape of his neck, sucking warmly on the skin there, “Yessss…I like your shame. Oh, but you do please me greatly, Johnbo Watson.”
Johnbo felt his eyes sting again when he unexpectedly felt Smauglock’s body press fully against his own, the dragon covering him as he sighed, “Is this better? Would you rather we rest here, comfortable and secure like lovers? No more fire, no more heat, no more passion…”
“I…” Johnbo’s throat worked, “N-no.”
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“Do I?”
“Yes!”
“Perhaps, but again you must-”
“Oh, for the love of-! I want you to-to f-f-fuck me.” Johnbo stumbled over the obscenity but it was obviously the right thing to say because Smauglock suddenly drew away and flipped Johnbo over so they were face to face. His jaw clenched as he snarled, “Beg!”
Johnbo let out a strangled sound and Smauglock answered with his claws trailing over his chest, sharp tips flicking against his nipples and the hobbit couldn’t help himself, words leaving him without thought, “God! Yes! Yes! Please!”
“Please what?”
“Pl-please, please, Smauglock. Please, please, please f-fuck me.”
“Say it! Say it and mean it!”
“Fuck me!” Johnbo nearly wailed and Smauglock was upon him, savage and unhinged, his mouth latching on to where his neck met his shoulder and once more there was the painful nip of fangs and Johnbo writhed beneath him, struggling like a trapped animal. The dragon found his wrists, drew them above his head and held him down as his mouth continued to bite and when he drew back Johnbo saw that all of his teeth sported pointed little ends, blood painting his lips.
He licked them and the blood vanished as did the points to his teeth. He then licked at the spot he had marked and once again Johnbo felt cool relief as the dragon healed the bite he’d inflicted, lips dragging along his skin, “Yes, the fire in you…that’s what I like to hear, not the sad sniveling. You have the blood of a dragon in you, Johnbo, no need to fight it.”
Johnbo didn’t know what that meant but for some reason it filled him with dread. It made him think of the cup he had consumed earlier, the scent of copper beforehand, but he had no time to contemplate it because Smauglock’s mouth was now gliding wetly down to one of his nipples. His tongue brushed flatly against it before trailing over to the other and then back again. He switched between the two of them steadily increasing his attention until he was sucking and nipping the hardened peaks and Johnbo’s hips were thrusting upwards, his still neglected cock throbbing as he grunted, “I…begged you, begged you…please, please…”
“Yes, yes, you begged me, my little thief. You begged me and now I answer. I could just fuck you, true, but there is so much more you’ve never experienced before, isn’t there? So much you have to learn…to feel,” as he said this, Smauglock slid his body downward, his head hovering near Johnbo’s cock, mouth above the precome-beaded tip.
“Ahhh, little jewels…” Smauglock remarked and his tongue swiped out, wiping away any trace of fluid, making Johnbo’s breath catch as he squirmed against the alien feeling. This sexual act he certainly knew more about but he had never thought to one day receive it under such circumstances, much less from such an individual.
One of Smauglock’s hands rose up; claws retracted as he took hold of Johnbo’s length and languidly stroked him. Johnbo shuddered at the feel of those long, elegant fingers wrapped around him and it took all of his resolve not to start bucking up into the touch, even more so when Smauglock’s other hand found his already taunt balls and gently fondled them.
Still, while his touch was wonderful, Johnbo found himself eager for more of his tongue and, much to his own surprise, was emboldened enough to say so albeit haltingly, “I…would you…I want…that is, I want you to-to take me into your-your mouth.”
Smauglock regarded him with something so akin to rapture that Johnbo felt his cheeks flush. Smauglock’s hands started running up and down the length of his thighs, “Indeed?”
“Yes...I,” Johnbo searched his mind and felt his blush grow worse as he whispered; “I want you to-to suck me.”
Smauglock let out a noise that Johnbo took to be a hum of approval, “Very well. Guide me.”
“Sorry?”
“I will do as you ask. In fact, I welcome your command. I want you to spill into my mouth, I want you to shoot down my throat but first you must show me how.”
“How?”
“Yes, how do you want it, little hobbit? Slow and sweet? Fast and rough? Ease yourself between my lips…”
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Smauglock started bobbing his sleek head and Johnbo had expected the dragon to approach this act with some level of sophistication or technique but instead found it to be something else entirely - hot and wet and wild; Smauglock’s tongue was everywhere on his cock, tracing the thick vein of the underside, curling about the head, easing into the slit and Johnbo’s fingers were now close to tearing at his scalp, hands finally taking hold of his horns and gripping them so tightly he worried momentarily about hurting him.
But Smauglock gave no indication that it did and, what’s more, seemed to sink further down on his length to the point where the tip of his nose pressed against the crush of hair above Johnbo’s shaft and the hobbit moaned with reckless abandon. He couldn’t fathom how the dragon was not gagging and then he felt hands around his hips, urging movement and a keening sound started deep in the back of his throat as his hips began to pump upwards. It was all too much. The sweet slick slide, the heat, the realization that Smauglock was essentially swallowing his entire length...
Johnbo had been spiraling so gradually towards his climax that when it struck it nearly blindsided him. He was incoherent, past speech, past thought, past sanity. All his being was centered below and with a ragged cry, he felt himself coming wetly down Smauglock’s throat as one long endless implosion seemed to lead into the next and he wondered if it would ever end or if he would merely dissolve into madness as he trembled uncontrollably.
Eventually the shocks seemed to subside and Smauglock slowly released his sticky, spent length into the open air. Johnbo sluggishly became cognizant of the fact that he was still clutching to Smauglock’s horns and he carefully unhooked his hands from them as he fell bonelessly back against the bed.
“Mmm, my treasure, how sweet you taste.” Smauglock murmured as he started dropping short kisses all over Johnbo’s tingling body, “And we’ve only just begun…”
Johnbo started sputtering at the very idea, finally managing, “What can we possibly do now?”
The look he received was unmistakably sinister as Smauglock took hold of one of his wrists and guided his hand downwards, making his fingers brush along the dragon’s arousal, “My own needs have yet to be met.”
Johnbo’s eyes widened and he was instantly flooded with a variety of different emotions. There was the bizarre sense of guilt at the knowledge that he had selfishly achieved his own release without any thought to his partner, there was the disbelief at the very idea of the dragon being considered his ‘partner’, and lastly there was nervousness at the thought of even attempting to address Smauglock’s needs.
Thus far Smauglock had insisted that Johnbo’s inexperience was what drew him but surely this could be nothing but a deterrent going forward. Johnbo had no idea what to do or even how to begin and as he started racking his brain Smauglock smiled and rose off the bed and onto his feet, standing at the edge of the bed. He bent down and took gentle hold of Johnbo’s wrists, tugging him upwards, “Rise.”
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He licked his lips at the sight, his mind racing as to what that was going to be used for. Seeing as he was distracted, he did not notice that Smauglock had released his wrists to let his arms fall back to his sides, the dragon’s hands now going for the much abused pillow from earlier. He tossed it down to the floor near Johnbo’s feet, “Kneel.”
Johnbo obeyed the directive, wobbling knees more than relived to kneel upon the now cushioned floor. He was positioned between Smauglock’s knees and Smauglock cupped his face once more, peering down into it. The dragon’s expression was indiscernible but Johnbo steeled himself to not look away, meeting his eyes dead on and after a time the dragon broke, one of his thumbs running along Johnbo’s bottom lip, “Such a lovely mouth…”
Johnbo felt his breathing grow heavier at that heady statement and he suddenly knew exactly what Smauglock wanted. He willed his hands not to quiver as he raised them to the dragon’s knees and parted them. It seemed silly to be intimidated by this but considering he had never done it before he didn’t judge himself too harshly.
The sight before him was daunting. The dragon’s cock was full and gloriously hard. It stood rigid, the tip just brushing against his stomach. Johnbo contemplated it quietly for a few moments before Smauglock’s hands left his face to tangle in his hair, gently pushing his head closer. Taking the hint, Johnbo tentatively grasped his erection and brought it away from where it rested to his lips.
His eyelids lowered as he enveloped the tip of Smauglock’s cock in his mouth and when his tongue touched him, the dragon’s hips jerked. Johnbo felt the glow of triumph and then, as he started to take in more, as he heard Smauglock release a hiss of ecstasy, he realized he felt powerful. Powerful in a way he had never felt in his whole life.
He could control a man this way, he could control this man, this dragon, and he glanced up to see that Smauglock was watching him as he licked and sucked him, his grayish blue eyes no longer cool but glittering with barely leashed fire, his fingers flexing in the hobbit’s hair. Johnbo let his eyes close as he brought his mouth down as far as he could over Smauglock’s length then he slowly pulled up, pursing his lips and sucking on the thick shaft as it withdrew from his mouth.
Johnbo heard Smauglock moan and his pelvis arched reflexively as the hobbit licked around the ridge below the velvety head. Much to his surprise, Johnbo found he enjoyed what he was doing. He enjoyed all of it - the feel, the weight, the taste - and, most importantly, the power and he started earnestly stroking every inch with his tongue.
He was so consumed with his task he didn’t even notice when Smauglock’s tail moved around his hips and back, directing him, positioning him, and then the tip furled, becoming smaller and sleeker before dipping into the nearby cup, coating itself in oil before moving behind him, easing its way inside him. Johnbo gasped around Smauglock’s cock, the length momentarily falling out of his mouth as he reacted to the feel of the tail’s tip stretching him, teasing him.
His body involuntarily vaulted backward, moving with the unexpected intrusion, the action welcoming it instead of rejecting it, and the sound that left Smauglock could be described as nothing else but an approving growl, one that grew strained as Johnbo resumed his ministrations, his mouth and tongue once more working tirelessly over the dragon’s length.
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Johnbo had been continuously moaning since the tail had first been introduced but as it flicked against his prostate the sounds changed pitch, becoming higher, frantic, and he wriggled in excitement, body damp and slick, throbbing almost in time with each groan that escaped Smauglock, who was as close to mindless as he.
The dragon’s hips were moving rhythmically as Johnbo worked him and the sensuous liquid sounds of Johnbo’s mouth upon on his body seemed overly explicit in the still room. Suddenly Smauglock bucked, gasping, and tried to withdraw from Johnbo’s mouth but the hobbit wanted to feel his finish, wanted to be with him at his most vulnerable and so held on, sucking more strongly until a tangy warmth filled his mouth.
Johnbo dutifully swallowed everything, whimpering in disappointment when he felt the dragon’s tail leave him, but his disappointment was short lived as he was soon drawn up by a strong grip and pulled into waiting arms. He found himself crushed against a sweat slickened chest, Smauglock easing them to lie back against the bed, hands roaming all over his body, clutching at him. The dragon was muttering something under his breath, a threadbare chant, and Johnbo couldn’t make out the words. Instead he pressed one of his ears to the dragon’s chest and heard his mighty heartbeat ease from a wild tempo to something more manageable.
Johnbo distinctly became aware of the fact that he was hard once again and felt his face heat. Smauglock had not been lying. The drink did indeed shorten his refractory period. It was hard to believe - the dragon had literally meant it when he had said again and again and…
Smauglock suddenly drew away, sitting up, and Johnbo was astonished to see that the dragon too, was aroused. Smauglock, reacting to either his earlier thoughts, the shocked expression on his face, or both spoke with a black humor that tainted his every word, “Yes…again and again.”
He moved quickly, finding the cup with the oil, coating his fingers, then his cock and Johnbo watched, his heart pounding, something filling him and he was terribly alarmed when he realized it was growing exhilaration as he breathed, “You…how-?”
“I told you. Insatiable.” Smauglock said as he drew the hobbit over, supernaturally strong hands lifting him up, higher and higher, shifting and turning and suddenly Johnbo’s legs were over his shoulders, one ankle on either side of his neck and Johnbo could feel himself being lowered, hands on his arse, cheeks parted and then the silky blunt feel of the dragon’s cock against his entrance, easing in gradually, and he cried out.
“It’s alright…you can take it…I know you can…” Smauglock groaned, “Fit so well...Oh, yes…perfect. Wonderful. Gorgeous. So tight…”
“Smauglock!”
“I’m inside you, Johnbo…and I haven’t even started. I’m going to take you - deep and hard and fast - I’m going to fill you, fuck you, just as you begged me to earlier. I’m going to pound into you relentlessly until my needs are met. I’m making you mine, do you understand? Mine.” The last word was said with such vicious certainty that Johnbo felt his whole body quake and then, then, the dragon began to move, thrusting, and Johnbo could only release animalistic sounds, his body completely helpless to the sensations it was experiencing.
His hands fumbled outward, having nothing to catch on to, nothing to cling to, and then his eyes shot open, a sound perilously close to a sharp shriek leaving him as the dragon’s mouth closed over his bobbing erection. The dual sensation of Smauglock’s cock buried deep within him, hips pumping mindlessly upward, and Smauglock’s mouth insistently sucking downward on his aching cock was too much.
Falling back with his hands outstretched, he gave himself over with reckless abandon, his entire body coiling, growing hotter and tighter and reaching and the dragon was moving so fast and so deep and repeatedly hitting his prostate dead on while drinking him in and it was too much, too much…
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Then he realized he was being repositioned, pushed and pulled, until he was on his elbows and knees, head hanging low between his arms and it felt like such a primitive position to be in. And then he felt Smauglock’s erection against the back of one of his thighs and stiffened, eyes widening.
How was that even possible? The dragon had come inside him just now, hadn’t he? Johnbo knew he had come, so how was it possible for him to be hard again? But there it was, hot and full against him, and Smauglock was behind him, audibly panting, “My little thief, my treasure…you’re mine, Johnbo Watson, say it!”
“Yours.” Johnbo managed weakly.
“Again!”
“Yours, yours, yours!” Johnbo wailed, voice hoarse, as Smauglock took hold of his cock and guided it to the hobbit's still wet entrance, thrusting hard and deep and with an unbelievable amount of force. So much so that the bed beneath them groaned and squeaked in protest. In fact, Johnbo’s arms gave out momentarily. He caught himself, braced himself, before closing his eyes and simply feeling the strong slide of the length moving in and out of him. He gave himself over to the demanding pleasure, his heated cries growing more feverish and while he had only come mere moments ago he could feel himself gearing up again, reaching for another peak.
Smauglock’s tail entered the proceedings but this time, this time, it came around Johnbo’s front, brushing his nipples before going lower, finding his erection, coiling around it and stroking him, caressing him, and Johnbo was positive he’d lost his mind, “Yours…Smauglock…all yours…”
He felt his climax - could no longer hold out against it - and it washed over him with the force of a great wave, whiting out his vision as almost painful jets of pleasure shot throughout him. Smauglock held him close, groaning against her ear, teeth scraping his earlobe, “Mine, Johnbo…forever…”
Johnbo couldn’t reply but it did not matter, the dragon’s eyes closed as he flung his head back and nearly roared as his own release clamped down on him.
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Johnbo snorted, unsure of how to even begin to answer that question.
Smauglock spoke for him, “Johnbo, Johnbo, Johnbo…finally I have a treasure within my possession that has value.”
Johnbo frowned and worried his lower lip between his teeth, “I…don’t belong to you.”
The dragon merely laughed, “Oh, but you do, my treasure.”
“Smauglock…”
“It was agreed upon. Deviously, perhaps, but you are bound to me.” Smauglock said firmly and Johnbo felt a sinking suspicion inside him as he heard himself ask, “That…earlier, in that cup I drank you-you said it would give me stamina and make my,” he shook his head and jumped to the question he really wanted to ask, “What was in it?”
“You know exactly what was in that cup.” Smauglock replied smoothly, “You may not be terribly observant, but you know.”
Johnbo turned to face him, his mouth dry, “It…was your blood, wasn’t it?”
Smauglock propped himself up on one elbow, eyes looking over the hobbit appraisingly, “And if it was?”
“Then…that’s…gross?”
The dragon’s laughter was unexpected and smoky, “It raised your virility, making our extended mating possible, and, in many circles, it is considered a symbolic act of unification.”
Johnbo scowled, “I didn’t agree to that.”
“No? You claimed yourself as mine; you gave yourself to me-”
“I didn’t have much choice, did I?” Johnbo interrupted, crossed between being furious and being hysterical. Smauglock shushed him, hands gently stroking him, “Did you not enjoy our mating?”
“I…no, I enjoyed it. Obviously I enjoyed it. But-”
“Was it not something you would wish to repeat?”
Johnbo nearly choked on his tongue at the very idea. The whole experience had been so mind blowing he was torn between wondering whether or not he could survive a second round and demanding that they try right this instant.
This left him to merely making choked noises and Smauglock grinned smugly, “I rest my case. You are mine, Johnbo. My greatest treasure. The only one worth having.”
Johnbo recognize the compliment but still sulked, “You shouldn’t have tricked me.”
“You shouldn’t have stolen from me three times but here we are.”
“Okay, yes, but you stole my freedom! You’ve-you’ve bonded us together against my will, and-and made me your-your mate or treasure or plaything or-”
“All those definitions fit but I assure you,” Smauglock interrupted, tone casual, “you are free to leave whenever you wish.”
Johnbo seriously doubted that and, to prove it, rose as if to leave. Smauglock did not react whatsoever, instead rolling onto his back, eyes closed as if to sleep. Johnbo looked at him, recognized how it would be so very, very dangerous to get back into that bed, to stay with him, to be with him…
So dangerous…
Johnbo sighed and got back into the bed, huddling up against him, “I hate you.”
“Do you?”
“Yes.”
“That’s not what it sounds like.”
“Well, I do!”
“Are you sure it is not the exact opposite?”
“Yes!” Johnbo insisted but he knew how petulant and insincere he sounded, even more so when Smauglock hauntingly replied, “In time it will be, my treasure, it will be.”
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Really, Anon, you've outdone yourself. THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU.
Hnng. All the things he did with that tail are making me drool everywhere. Damn.
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Sweet Jesus, but this was hot. The dirty talk alone (just reading all that in Cumberbatch's voice hnnnngh) and then the rimming and the tail-fucking and guh. Yes. So much yes.
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Maannn I had my doubts about this but...just..nggggggggg.unf
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I don't have words for what that was. Is.
Because hot and awesome don't really cut it.
P.s: I know you were working of the art the OP linked but all in all, with the horns and the tail and things Smauglock reminded me more of a devil/demon than a dragon turned human. Not that I mind, mind. :)
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