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Upon the throne made of seashells, Talbreth’s bride is heavenly.
Smelling of the rain that so recently beat down upon Talbreth's lagoon, blessing their wedding ceremony as is only right, he now sits splayed out on the wide seat, one hand on Talbreth’s head as Talbreth nuzzles into his lap, watching his bride’s every movement, every twitch of the strong muscles. His bride grins down at him every once in a while, and Talbreth exhales smoke in reply, his stomach curling with heat that has nowhere to go. “Soon, darling,” his bride murmurs to him when Talbreth curls tighter around the throne, his large body¨spilling out around it and preventing any of their guests from getting close.
Yes, he thinks, heavy eyelids sliding shut on a huff, soon.
It will be time.
The sun beats a heavy layer of warmth onto the beach, even as evening begins to set in, and Talbreth stretches, rolling his long body and eats the food offered from his bride’s hand. His bride is adorned in sparkling jewelry that effortlessly complements his dark skin, in necklaces and rings and gems of great magnificence, and Talbreth’s breath catches in his long throat when his bride moves, reaches out for a pitcher of water and more skin is bared, the many scars close enough for Talbreth to touch. He licks his lips with his forked tongue, hissing softly and adjusting his grip upon the ground, a pulsing within him that begs for something to quench it. Body rippling, water sliding over the mountains and caverns of his muscles, he raises his head a bit, levels it out with his bride and gets thoroughly lost in those pretty eyes.
His bride raises a dark eyebrow, tilting his head slightly, and hums a soft, “Yes, dear?” and surely he must know what that does to Talbreth. Surely, he must know the effect he has. Tal is left speechless before him, hasn’t been able to say a word since he first saw his bride at the wedding ceremony, and he can not do so now, either.
His bride’s eyes glitter, pools of ink that swirl with stars when the light from the candles him them just right, and Tal exhales a cloud of warm smoke between them. Laughing, his bride brushes a hand down Talbreth’s throat, skin rough and calloused, then pats his snout and pokes with the tip of a finger at Tal’s sharp teeth when he bears them, peeling his lips back. “Patience, dear,” his bride says, but Tal has none left; he growls, his whole body unwinding as he rises up to his full height meters above his bride’s head and glares down at his wedding guests—the entirety of his bride’s village and the one dragon whose presence Tal doesn’t mind, who graciously agreed to wed them and to whom Tal now owes a great debt.
His fellow dragon huffs, rolling his large, voluminous green eyes, “Yes, yes, you can abscond with your bride now.” The guests cheer, laughing and clapping their hands with mocking enthusiasm, whistling with good-natured glee, and Tal’s bride grin wide, rising from his seat and bowing theatrically, his loose robes swirling around his feet.
Tal bows as well, imitating him as best as able with his greater body, and his bride bursts out laughing. “Darling,” he says, and holds onto Tal’s snout as he steps down from the throne, “You’re a delight.”
You are too, Tal thinks, but can’t find his voice right now. Not with his bride looking at him like that, and he mourns he doesn’t know his bride’s name, that it is not an honor he has been offered. He would give his name to his bride in a heartbeat, as soon as his ability to speak returns, he thinks.
Nudging his bride with his snout toward Tal’s cave, his bride makes good progress. The sand crunches under his bare feet, and Tal takes care not to nudge him over any of the piles of seashells he’s been collecting.
Tal loses his breath, when his bride steps into his cave.
Oh, he thinks, heat burning through him from the tip of his tail to the edge of his sharp teeth, watching his bride walk through the dark tunnel, hand trailing along the murals on the walls. As he goes, his bride discards his clothing one by one, dropping them on the ground, and Tal can’t resist picking them up with his claw, hoarding them to his chest and inhaling the distinctive scent of his bride. His eyelids flutter, and then his second set of eyelids flutter too, and he huffs a breathing a to get himself back under control, his bride glancing back at him over a scarred shoulder.
“Well,” his bride says upon reaching the nest Tal prepared. His eyes linger on it, his feet sinking down into it as he turns to face Tal, the candlelight playing over his body. The nest big, covered in layers and layers of colorful blankets and pillows and furs, and there are *some—a very reasonable number—*seashells in there because Tal couldn’t resist, but they’re at the very bottom, he made sure. They won’t hurt his bride.
His bride, who is naked.
His bride, who looks at Tal and tilts his head, displays a strong throat and whose smile is gentle and kind despite the fact that Tal is a dragon big enough to eat him.
Tal whimpers, emotions clogging his throat, trying to make himself smaller as he sits beside the nest, keeping his eyes carefully to himself. They’re married, he reminds himself; his bride is his husband now, and Tal’s breath shakes as his stomach goes all gooey. He can look, he knows, and yet he finds himself unable to raise his gaze, his body drawing in tight upon himself.
His husband sighs, and Tal’s head shoots up, a growl building in the pit of one of his many stomachs, fear bursting through him like an avalanche. Has he done something wrong, he thinks, eyes wide, and his husband reaches for him, curls a hand around one of Tal’s large horns. Leans in, and rests his forehead against Tal’s throat, and the scales can’t be comfortable but Tal’s husband doesn’t say a word about it. Simply breathes, slow and steady, and Tal can’t tear his gaze away from him, bending his head to keep looking.
“I know I am hardly a prize,” his husband says, Tal’s eyes narrowing. “But we must, darling. So will you take me?” And his shoulders draw up to his bejeweled ears, his eyes shut and surely, surely he must know what he does to Tal? What Tal thought, when he looked at him during the wedding, knowing this man is his, now? Surely, he must be able to feel the unsteady beating of his pulse, sense the unevenness of his breath, see the way Tal’s body moves around him, already wanting to keep his husband in his grip.
Surely, he must know.
“I will take you, gladly,” says Tal, voice deeper than the cavern, then the bottom of the ocean, and it echoes around them; he burrows around his husband and surrounds him wholly with his large, sinuous body, his tongue flicking out, tasting the thick, heavy air. His husband gazes at him, then, silent and still, and Tal growls. “Gladly,” he repeats, huffing and puffing out more smoke, his great eyes blinking down at his husband—whose large body is both tall and wide, his muscles big and his scars a map of his life, his whole body thoroughly shaved. “Gladly,” Tal says a third times, and proves the truth ever more so.
His husband laughs, and it sounds somewhat wet. Brushing a hand over his eyes, he nods, flicks his gaze up to meet Tal’s, and then he stills, again. His hands shake a bit, and he rests them on his lap, gaze sliding over Tal’s large body, the way it is curled around him, keeping him trapped. He straightens his back a bit, voice strong as he says, “I give you my all, Talbreth of the Thundering Seas, and ask in return for the prosperity of my people for as long as I live and remain true to my word. Will you grant me this?”
“Yes,” says Tal, blinking. He tilts his head back, inhales his husband’s smell, and he rumbles from the tip of his horns to the end of his tail, body shaking, running up against the walls of the cavern. “Yes, I grant you this,” he says, voice rolling through the cave, and he looks at his husband and knows he can wait no more, the magic heavy in the air and mixing with the arousal simmering in his blood.
Tal leans in, leans down, and licks a stripe down his husband’s chest, the flesh soft under him, the thick layer of fat protecting his muscles and bones. He is a fragile human, after all; the more protection he has, the better. He should be covered in the thickest furs, wear the sparkliest gems; some of the jewelry is still on him, especially the earrings and the bracelets, but his necklaces have been removed now, as his rings and Tal mourns the loss.
Tal rumbles, pleased, as his sensitive tongue sweeps over the man’s hard nipple and downward, presses into the dip of his naval in his wide stomach, and he plants his claws on either side of his husband, uncertain when his husband lies down.
“I am neither young nor healthy,” his husband says aprops nothing, and Tal peels his lips back, displays his teeth. He doesn’t like that tone of voice, he decides; the laughter, the teasing, the mocking—all that suits his husband so much better. It captured Tal’s attention so easily, before, and it does so now, too. So he plops his head onto his husband’s chest in protest, feeling the rise and fall under him, and gazes at his husband in stubborn silence. His husband gazes back at him, his eyes still and deep, a well that Tal can’t breach.
Finally, his husband laughs softly, shaking his head and pressing his hand to his mouth. The scars on his knuckles must be old things; they’re small and the same color as the rest of his dark skin, and Tal’s gaze narrows in on them. He wants to lick them, he thinks, feel them beneath his tongue. But his husband effortlessly distracts him, saying a gentle “Ah, I am defenseless before you,” but his eyes are glittering again and the smile he bestows upon Tal is nothing less than treasure.
Tal can’t breathe.
His body seizes, muscles locking, and he flattens on top of his husband, his hearing peeled for intruders. Treasure, he thinks, staring into those beautiful, breathtaking, magnificent eyes, and he can’t look away, can’t blink, can’t bear to lose sight of his husband for so much as a second.
He wants those eyes, he thinks. And that smile. And that laugh. And that hand upon his head, fingers gently trailing over his scales; he wants it all. He doesn’t want to give his husband up, not ever, doesn’t want to surrender this—this man, he thinks, is treasure.
Tal does not surrender his treasures.
Wriggling his body in search of friction and pressure, his cocks slide out into the open, the warm air somehow still chilly upon them and he hisses between his large teeth, trying to drag his lower body closer to his husband, but he’s wired far too much around him to reach anything. Annoyed, he whines, sinking down onto his husband again and huffing out a bit of smoke, eyelids drooping as he stares forlornly at his new husband, the man’s eyes watching his every move. His husband pats Tal’s head, running his hand over Tal’s snout and then up to his horn again, scratching the base of it and trailing patterns onto it with the tip of a thick finger, and hums a soft melody. It is decidedly not what Tal was going for, but Tal isn’t upset about this, not at all; he allows himself to be distracted for a couple of minutes, content to simply listen to his husband’s rough voice. The melody is soothing, echoing around them, and Tal’s eyes shut as he drowns himself in it.
But still. Eventually, despite the comfort and pleasure he finds under his husband’s careful hands and attention, the delight of his husband’s voice washing over him, he grows impatient. They are newly married, after all, and the ceremony is not yet complete; the magic wears on him, grows heavy on his skin and demands its prize, the toll rolling through him, skimming down his scales and sinking into his many, many bones.
Tal opens his eyes, and he whimpers. The sound makes his husband still, his touch slowly withdrawing, and Tal fixes this easily by pressing into his husband’s hands. “No,” he says when his husband makes an inquisitive noise, and Tal snaps his teeth playfully, nipping gently on a finger that skims over his jaw. He ruts his hard cocks against the—barely harder—ground, the friction flicking pleasure up his long spine, a shuddering running through him, and he rises above his husband, stares down at him. “Now,” Tal declares, licking his lips and exhaling more smoke, tilting his head back and shoving it out into the air above them so he doesn’t hurt his husband with too much smoke inhalation, tongue long flickering out and catching the smells in the heavy, hot air.
His husband doesn’t smell aroused yet, nor is his dick hard, but that’s an easy thing to fix, Tal thinks, grinning and unwinding his body enough from his husband, splaying his large body out in the cave. He takes out nearly every part of it when he allows himself, his muscles flexing, his legs spreading on the ground, his claws digging into the earth. His husband is a treasure, under him, staring up at him with glimmering eyes and soft lips, his expression enraptured and just sa caught as Tal is.
“Now,” his husband agrees, and parts his legs under Tal’s body. His thighs are thick with muscles and fat, quivering even as he tries keeping them still, his hands holding them apart, and Tal wastes no more time, is entirely incapable of it; he noses his husband’s cock, feels the 0skin under his scales, exhales warm air onto it and stares up at his husband’s reaction, watching for every twitch of muscle, every shudder of his chest, every flutter of his eyelashes, every unsteady exhale. He is rewarded handsomely for his attention, and when he exhales warm air once more onto his husband’s cock, his husband whimpers.
The sound is—heavenly. Tal delights in it, wants to drown in it, his whole body undulating in pleasure as his dicks throb and his stomachs’ clench. His inhale is a raspy mess, cutting his throat on the way down, and he catalogs each and every one of his husband’s reactions for future consideration.
Tipping his head back with a soft groan, his husband displays his bare throat for Tal’s eyes, and Tal can of course not resist such a blatant invitation.
He moves slowly up his husband's body, delighting in the shudder that travels down his husband’s, and gently sets his open jaw upon his husband’s bared neck. The skin is soft under him, traces of old scars from animals and knives and fires upon him, and Tal is careful to not draw blood even though his teeth itch with the urge to bite down. Shuddering, his husband exhales slowly in his grip, his throat moving under Tal’s teeth, and his eyelashes flutter, fingers holding on to Tal, a blunt sort of pressure. They can’t hurt him, but the pressure is nice, the touch of his husband’s hands is everything, and he thrills inside, a rumbling noise echoing from him.
He draws back again, then, and sits up. Rearranges his body so he can get his dicks closer to his husband’s hole, staring as his husband’s legs spread wider, hands parting the globes of his ass-cheeks to display that marvelous for Tal’s greedy eyes. Tal rasps, again, rolling his whole body with it, and he flicks his tongue out again. His husband’s hole flutters, clenching down on nothing, and Tal—
Tal is a greedy, greedy dragon, and he wants.
He aches with it.
Turning his head back toward Tal, his husband’s gaze run over Tal’s body, and stops upon catching sight of Tal’s cocks. They’re hard and jutting out, and unmistakable. Tal’s husband freezes, eyes widening and he lets go of his ass, gets his arms under himself instead and raises his chest, continuing to stare. “Is that—?” his husband rasps, voice weakening, his legs falling so far open that his ass-cheeks part naturally again.
Preening, Tal says, “Yes.” He holds his head high, his body tall, and displays himself for his husband’s eyes. His dicks are good dicks, and he aches to get them inside his husband, to feel the tight heat surrounding them, to unload his seed inside him. His husband will smell like him, will carry Tal’s essence with him; Tal shudders, undulating, and presses in again, lowering himself over his husband, between the spread legs. His claws skim over them, feels the quiver in the muscles, and he hears his husband’s rattling breathing, watches his heaving chest.
“I think…” his husband says, licking his lips and looking into Tal’s eyes again, and some of that humor is bleeding back into him; he smiles gently, his eyes glittering as a soft huff escapes him. “That you’re changing the rules, darling.”
“Can’t I?” Tal asks, tilting his head. “You’re mine now. My husband. My sacrifice. What business is it of anybody else what I do with you?”
Laughing, his husband brushes a hand over his own face, drags a finger under his sparkling eyes, rubs away from of the liquid that dripped over them at some point. “Yes, of course,” he says, that hint of mocking in his tone that sends tingles down Tal’s spine. He tilts his head, grins, “It’s your magic, after all. Whatever you desire from me, I will give you. If you’re not going to eat me, that is your choice.”
“I never eat my sacrifices,” Tal mutters, a bit annoyed that his husband thinks so of him. But his husband hums, plants his feet firmly on the ground and rolls his hips right into Tal’s body, against his aching cocks, and Tal’s annoyance vanishes as it if was never there, his focus burning through him as his blood boils, his breath going uneven. “The blessing only lasts as long as my sacrifices live and hold true to their words,” he says, rough and deep, barely paying attention to his own words, instead touching his husband’s skin with his claws, watching avidly the changing colors from his touch when he lets his claws dig a bit too deep into the dark skin. The grooves return to normal soon enough, but the mere sight is still enough to ruin him, his control fraying further and further. He says, somewhat in a daze, “Naturally, you have to live long lives for that to make a difference.”
Humming, his husband drawls, “IS that so? I never would have guessed.” And his smile is gentle, his hands carefully in their exploration of Tal, a slow and steady progression. Tal is too big for his husband to be able to touch much of him at once, but his every graze is still enough to turn Tal inside out, his fire scorching him inside but he can’t let it out, so all he can do is hump his husband’s leg, drag his hard cocks over his skin and flesh and rattle inside as the fire turns into a flood.
Tal laughs, the sound hacking and far too revealing, amusement bursting through him like a rainbow. He sets his teeth upon his husband’s neck again to distract himself, forcing his body to still lest he releases too early, and into his skin he asks, somewhat muffled, “What’s your name?”
His husband stills. Tal ceases breathing, his body freezing; he shuts his eyes, doesn’t dare to look at his husband. It is not something he is owed, he knows. His husband is a willing sacrifice, giving himself to Tal for the prosperity of his people but Tal has no right to his identity, to his personhood. Has no right to ask for more than his husband is willing to give him. “Hm,” he says at last, turning his head just enough to look down at Tal without dislodging him. his gaze is heavy, and Tal can feel on it his scales, on his horns, but he is a coward and he can’t look.
“My name is Kasunyarata, darling. What’s yours?” his husband asks softly, running a hand down Tal’s neck, and Tal shivers. His body strains against the urge to thrust, to simply enter his husband—Kasunyarata, and oh, what a lovely name—and give the magic what it desires, what it wants from him and Kasunyarata both.
“You know my name,” Tal points out instead of doing any such thing, keeping himself still despite the energy running just below his scales, digging through him, twisting and turning inside him, his stomachs clenching and his dicks aching. They lie against Kasunyarata’s legs and it is a heavenly torture, to have his treasure right here and yet be forced to keep still, to not let go.
“I know your title,” Kasunyarata points out, rolling his hips in a distinctive fashion and oh, thinks Tal, perking up and raising himself again. He has begun to drip precome already, painting Kasunyarata’s skin with it, and he watches it, licking his lips and tasting the desire on the air. Kasunyarata is hard, now, too—his cock is a blessing, big and thick, and it juts out proudly, the head beginning to color from the strain.
Tal concedes, “You’re right,” but has no idea what he means by this, too occupied with visions of his husband’s legs around him, of being inside Kasunyarata and he really, really, really can’t wait any longer. “I must—” he says, but doesn’t finish it, shaking his head and rutting against Kasunyarata’s leg. “Please,” he begs, shutting his eyes against the wave of arousal simmering inside him.
He must, he thinks, panting open-mouthed against his husband’s skin.
Please.
“Enter me, then,” Kasunyarata says, and Tal stills. He stares at his husband; Kasunyaraata is on his back in the nest, splayed out like the most treasured of prizes, and he looks back at Tal with a challenge and a smile, his eyes glittering in the candlelight. Rolling his hips again, he drags his hand down his thigh and Tal’s eyes follow, his breath raspy, chest rattling. Kasunyarata smirks at him, then, and says, “I am yours for the taking,” and how could Tal possibly resist?
Exploding into motion, whole body rippling, Tal plants himself firmly between Kasunyarata’s legs, feels the muscles below him twitch and quiver as Tal grins down at his husband, undulating his body against him. The size of his cocks are unmistakable, and precome paints patterns onto Kasunyarata’s skin, and his husband whines, falling on his back and tilting his head to the side, his neck straining, chest heaving.
Tal rests the tip of his cock against his husband’s quivering hole, the rim of the pucker shaking under his touch, and he waits. Watches, observes his husband’s reactions until Kasunyarata’s eyes slide open again and glare up at him, and Kasunyarata demands, “Fuck me.”
And of course, Tal can not resist such a fervent demand from his husband on their wedding night.
Kasunyarata is a heavenly vision on the nest, seashells and his jewelry around him. In Tal’s embrace, next to Tals’ fervent red scales, he looks like a dream, and Tal can hardly believe he is real. But when Tal presses his cock against his husband’s asshole, forcing the very tip of it just into the tight rim, Kasunyarata moans and opens up for him, and then the head of one of Tal’s cocks is inside of him.
Inside of his husband.
Inside of Kasunyarata.
It is only the head of his cock, granted, but his other cock nestles between Kasunyarata’s ass-cheeks when Tal presses his smaller cock inside him, and that is good, too; regardless, his husband is warm around him, hot and gripping tight, and when he bears down with a grunt Tal slides an inch further. Kasunyarata blinks up at him, gets his hands on Tal's scales and holds tight, undulating his body as he bears down once more, and Tal gasps, chokes, groans as his eyelashes flutter.
Fuck, he thinks.
Oh, he’s never giving this up.
Still, he controls himself. Even his smaller cock is bigger than every human dick he’s seen, and he doesn’t know how prepared his husband is for this, so he lets Kasunyarata set the pace. Watches him, instead; Kasunyarata’s every expression is a thing of beauty, carefully cataloged in Tal’s mind. Every twitch of his muscles, every shudder and shiver something that Tal is sure he’ll remember for the rest of his days.
Kasunyarata’s hole strains around him, and Tal can feel the pulse in his cock. His other one pumps, too, and he bends over his husband, surrounds him as surely as he is able. Kasunyarata’s scrambling fingers dig into his scales, threathen to pull them off but that is a fine prize to pay, Tal thinks. And when his husband bears down once more and sinks another inch onto Tal’s cock, his wide stomach quaking, Tal rests his head beside him and says, “You can call me Tal, if you like.”
“Tal,” moans Kasunyarata, his voice rough and breaking at the end, and Tal hums, finally judging him to be ready enough. And so he thrusts, forcing his dick deeper into Kasunyarata, and his husband’s noises are beautiful, spilling from shimmering lips just as tears slowly spill from his eyes, trailing over his cheeks. His eyes are hazy when Tal rests his snout on his throat and stares into them; under his snout, he can feel the furious beating of his husband’s heart.
It is a thumping that goes right to his own, and he parts his lips so the smoke can escape before it suffocates him.
“More,” moans Kasunyarata, and of course Tal obeys. He forces his cock ever deeper into him, his other dragging between the soft, supple globes of his ass-cheeks, and Tal groans, too, then, as the tight squeeze of the channels hugs him so completely that it is nearly too overwhelming, stimulating him far too much. “More,” his husband brokenly whispers, arms embracing Tal’s neck tightly, and his flesh is soft under Tal’s scales, his breath unsteady in the air, sliding over him. Tal burrows into his hands as best as able, wants to stay like this forever, his mind going ever blanker as the pleasure builds inside him with every thrust.
Kasunyarata’s body rocks in his embrace, to his thrusts, and Tal loses the capacity for speech, for thought, burying himself into him again and again, punching noises out of him every time he pulls out and sinks back into him again. Kasunyarata is warm, his touches everything Tal desires, and when Kasunyarata comes he does so with a rough groan, back arching and tipping his head back, body going lax in Tal’s embrace.
So Tal fucks him harder, forces more noises and tears out of him, until at last he comes, too. It is a flood, this release inside his husband, and Kasunyarata willingly takes it, the magic loosening around them with a great bang that echoes in Tal’s skull. It rattles, the entirety of reality for a moment, then he feels only the warmth of his husband, can taste their come in the air, on them, inside Kasunyarata, and Tal opens his eyes thinking, treasure.
Treasure, treasure, treasure.
It echoes in his head, and he stares down at his husband. Kasunyarata stares up at him in turn with heavy eyelids, blinking slowly, and his smile is small but beautiful, gooey emotions clogging Tal’s throat too much for him to speak.
Neither of them says a word, when Tal rests his head on the nest beside Kasunyarata’s, and the sound of their breathing fills the air instead. The sound of their heartbeats. The movement of their muscles, of their flesh, the tiny motions sending ripples and echoes in the hot air of the cave.
Tal is still inside his husband, his cock still nestled in Kasunyarata’s hole, and he doesn’t want to move. Doesn’t want to pull out; desire already lives in his veins again, but he is content, for the moment, to simply lie here beside his husband, inside him, and listen to him breathe, feel the rise and fall of his chest under him. He is content, with his eyes shut and his mouth parted just enough for the smoke to curl out between his teeth, dancing on the faint wind before it settles, drifting out of the cave.
Kasunyarata says, after a long time, hole flexing around Tal’s dick and grinding slightly onto it, “They’ll wonder, why there aren’t any screams of despair.” And he adjusts his position slightly, Tal gasping before he bites on it.
“It is no business of theirs,” says Tal instead of remarking upon what Kasunyarata is doing. He concentrates on holding still, even as his husband hums and rocks his hips, and the sound of their slapping skin is downright filthy. Divine, Tal thinks.
Treasure.
Tal turns his head and gazes at Kasunyarata, his husband already looking back at him, and after a moment, Kasunyarata grins wildly at him, expression fierce and nigh-on frightening, telling a whole tale onto itself, and in a great heave of muscles he forces Tal onto the nest and its down upon his cock, his head tilting back toward the ceiling and his back arching, his hands holding onto Tal’s horns. And he grunts, as he begins to fuck himself on Tal’s cock again.
Treasure, thinks Tal, and bares his teeth, spreading out and bucking up into his husband, watching every inch of him and giving him all that he desires.
Tal does not let go of his treasures.