Dragon Bound

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Chapter Six

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Lune waded out of the pool, the warm water lapping at his legs. The wet clothing was rapidly becoming cold and uncomfortable. Jason looked once over his shoulder and gave him a knowing look. Lune glared back to cover his own nervousness. He was still reeling from the kiss, still couldn’t quite believe it had happened.

His body dripped as he walked, arms hugging his torso. He simply had no idea that human riders had this kind of relationship with their dragons. It was slow going back along the corridors, back up the winding stairs in the near darkness. He stayed close to Damon’s heel, distrustful of the leaping shadows on the walls.

He felt confused. He wanted to be angry but the fuel for that fire just wasn’t there. He wanted to be free but his was frustrated because he didn’t entirely want to kill Jason to get that freedom. What did that mean? Was he weak? His teeth were starting to chatter as they moved through the blustering top floor corridor. The feel of eyes on him through the stall doors made him shrink up against Damon’s back.

‘Come on,’ Damon murmured, taking his wrist, and pulling him on. They climbed more stairs, the muscles in Lune’s human legs were burning. They finally reached a large heavy wooden door. Jason stepped up and pulled out a large brass key to open it.

‘This is home,’ Jason said, pushing the door open.

Home.

Lune let his curiosity get the better of him and peeked inside. It was a large room with a roaring fire and a huge, dappled fur rug in the centre of the neatly stoned floor. Tapestries of different designs and colours decorated the grey stone walls, and several heavy pieces of furniture dominated the space. On the far wall was a massive four poster bed. There were three stained glass windows, each with a diamond pattern. Lune padded inside after them and Damon shut the door.

‘Take off those clothes, you’re dripping water everywhere,’ Jason said as he walked over to a hefty mahogany table. The table had several large silver platters, each covered with a metal cloche. Lune froze, feeling his vulnerability. The fear crept up his spine. Jason turned to look at him then.

‘Have I hurt you, Lune?’ the rider asked. Lune glared weakly at him.

‘You pulled out my scales,’ he replied, shivering.

Jason nodded. ‘I did. But not out of cruelty. Every dragon that is brought to this keep must undergo the same procedure. With those scales the medics can determine if you are healthy. You could be carrying an illness that could infect the other dragons. It also helps us determine your age as well as your preferred diet as well as make sure you are not deficient in anything.’ Lune shifted on the spot. He wasn’t sure what the word ‘deficient’ meant but the rest made him pause.

‘You couldn’t have done that with the scales on my body?’ Lune grumbled.

Jason nodded again. ‘Yes. We could have but it would mean several more magic users invading your aura and casting directly on your body. I thought it would be best and less stressful to just have them take the scales and run the tests separately,’ Jason explained. Lune winced. It was bad enough to be forcibly bonded to Jason and Damon. The idea of more humans invading his aura or touching him was deeply unsettling.

‘Take the clothes off Lune and I’ll give you something dry to wear.’ The human padded over to a set of drawers and pulled out one of Damon’s undershirts that he never wore. It would be like a dress on Lune but that hardly mattered.

Slowly and with much reluctance, Lune pulled off the wet material. It hit the floor with a slap and Lune instantly curled in on himself, deeply aware of Damon’s piercing gaze from where the black dragon stood by the fire. Jason came over and held out the shirt. Lune quickly snatched it up and put it on.

‘Now come sit by the fire. I need to dry and comb your hair properly.’ Jason gently tugged on Lune’s hand and the little dragon went. He sat on a nearby stool as Jason picked up an ivory comb. His shoulders were tense and his jaw tight when Jason started to run the comb through his long white hair. When there was no angry pulling or slinking hands Lune began to relax. Damon headed back over to the table and poured out three mugs of dark liquid. He took a long drink from the first mug as he watched his master work.

Lune fell into a sought of trance. He stared into the heat of the dancing flames as Jason carefully worked the knots from his hair. The gentle tugs and sweeping fingers felt wonderful against his sore and sensitive scalp. It was like being groomed as a dragon. Jason combed the soft snowy tresses again and again, gently touching Lune’s jaw, his cheek, and his neck. Slowly, Lune’s shivering subsided. He slumped a little on the stool, his eyes half closed. Jason put down the comb and ran his fingers along Lune’s scalp, massaging and tugging gently. The little dragon was half asleep by the time he had folded the soft hair into a loose braid.

Jason guided his sleepy dragon over to the table and sat him in a chair. He looked even smaller in the bulky chair. Even in his tired state, the rumble of the boy’s stomach was easily heard over the crackling fire. Damon sat next to him and pulled the platters close.

‘You need to eat,’ Jason said, gently shaking his shoulder. Lune blinked a few times, clearing his head.

‘Every dragon is different when they are changed into human form. I wasn’t sure how your stomach would feel or what sought of foods you would be drawn to, so I ordered a selection of things,’ Jason murmured, pulling himself up a chair and lifting the first cloche. Underneath was a selection of cut fruit, creamy cheese, and sweet meats. Damon had been an utter pain to teach any sought of table manners to. The only thing he would eat for the first few weeks as a human was medium rare steaks. He also had refused to use cutlery, eating with his hands, and making a mess of himself. Jason had a feeling that Lune would be different though.

Indeed, the little dragon’s head turned this way and that as he looked at the various dishes with some interest. Damon took off another cloche and picked up a bread parcel from the platter.

‘These are pretty good,’ Damon grunted, passing it to Lune. Lune took it as though it were fine china. He held it gingerly, his face sceptical. Lune sniffed. It smelt good. He bit experimentally. The warm bread burst open. Inside was seasoned ground meat and melted cheese and it was undeniably fantastic.

Lune took a larger bite and yelped in pain as the hot liquid cheese coating his tongue burnt his mouth.

Burnt his mouth….

‘Your species is absolutely ridiculous!’ Lune howled, throwing the bread down. Damon’s booming laughter filled the room. Jason’s quiet chuckle joined him. Lune scowled at them both, moving his now sore tongue about in his mouth. The idea of a dragon burning his own tongue was just stupid. Jason reached over to a small wooden pail in the centre of the table and drew out a small piece of ice.

‘Open your mouth,’ Jason ordered. Lune, still glaring angrily, did as he was told. He gasped when Jason placed the ice on his tongue. He moved it around his mouth, the icy burn relieving some of the pain.

‘Let’s try something a little easier,’ the rider muttered. He picked up a small bowl of warm pumpkin and bacon soup. He spooned a little up.

‘Try this, slowly this time,’ Lune reluctantly took the wooden spoon. He held it at arm’s length for a moment as the though the liquid would bubble to life and go for his eyes. Slowly, he brought the spoon to his mouth and took a sip. A look of surprised pleasure appeared on his face. Jason breathed a small sigh of relief and passed the bowl to Lune who took it with some eagerness. The dragon fumbled with the spoon a bit before he worked out how to hold it comfortably before he started to feed himself.

‘Just goes to show how much of a pig you really were,’ Jason said snidely to his black dragon. Damon shot him a nasty look and yanked a plate of sausages towards himself.

‘You humans and your ludicrous utensils. What’s wrong with just using your damn hands?’ Damon sneered, plucking up a fat sausage and taking a large bite. Jason rolled his eyes and grinned. He watched as Lune delicately sipped at his soup. He couldn’t look stop staring at Lune. It was hard not to. His little white dragon really was gorgeous. The soft white hair in its neat braid and those shy lilac eyes, paired with the smooth young cherub like face. Jason was used to being master. He enjoyed his control over Damon, but Damon was also dominant. They were both beginning to understand that Lune was not. Lune scratched an itch in their dynamic that neither of them had been able to reach.

It was the reason Jason had made up his mind to search for a second dragon. He and Damon had become agitated, out of sync, which in the battlefield, could be life threatening. He knew that Damon needed to breed, to dominate but Jason was too possessive to allow him to mate with just any dragon. It was selfish and ridiculous, but he didn’t want to share Damon. Lune was different though. He was theirs.

Sensing that he was being watched, Lune looked up from his bowl, pale cheeks colouring a little as Damon let out a low possessive rumble.

‘Here,’ Jason murmured, ripping off a piece of soft warm bread and passing it to him. He watched, fascinated as Lune sniffed the bread and dipped it into the soup before popping it in his mouth.

‘What do you think?’ he asked as Lune’s cheeks grew darker.

‘Human food is… it tastes good,’ Lune admittedly. He jumped a little in his seat as Jason gently brushed back a stray lock of hair that had escaped the braid.

‘If there is anything you want to try let me know and I will try and get it for you,’ the rider promised. Lune put his bowl down.

‘I… I miss eating fish,’ he said quietly, shrinking in on himself a little.

‘Is that what you ate back with your clanmates?’ Damon asked curiously. He was on his fifth sausage. Lune nodded.

‘Yes. Fish, shellfish, and birds primarily. I loved fishing the river with my half-brothers,’ he admitted. Jason was barely breathing. This could be the first piece of information on the lifestyle of wild Kagame dragons in hundreds of years.

Honestly it made sense. Lune was not built anything like Damon. Damon was all hard muscle and bulk. His kind were made for swooping down in the black of night and carrying off braying water buffalo. Lune, however, was sleek, graceful, and finely built. He was made for lightning speed and slinking movements with longer hooking claws and an elegant snout. Fishing was probably a specialty for the species.

‘Tomorrow night we can have fish,’ Jason promised.

Lune looked all the more hesitant. ‘Tomorrow? How long will you make me stay as a human?’ he asked. He stumbled out of his chair as Jason stood. There was a quickening of the boy’s breath as Lune hastily backed away from him.

‘Stay back!’ Lune shouted. The food was left forgotten as the tension in the room increased. Damon rose slowly, anticipation and arousal thick in his aura.

‘You shouldn’t back away like that. It makes you look like prey,’ Damon growled. Lune stood near the bed like a cornered rabbit. Jason prowled towards him as Damon circled around to block off the other side of the room. Seeming to understand that he was trapped Lune grabbed for the nearest object, a heavy tome on the side table, and threw it at Jason. Jason caught it with a laugh and dropped it on the floor as he dove. Lune shrieked, kicking out as he was scooped up by the waist and dumped into the middle of the massive bed.

‘I’m not going to hurt you Lune,’ Jason said as the little dragon wiggled and thrashed. He felt the bed dip as Damon crept over to them. Together they manoeuvred the struggling boy into Damon’s lap, pinning the boy’s wrists together. Jason could feel the first true flutters of terror in Lune’s mind.

‘Let go. Please,’ Lune sobbed.

Jason hushed him, gently cupping his face. ‘Breathe Lune. Just breathe,’ he said. A deep rumbling purr left Damon’s massive chest. He was leaning comfortably against the headboard with Lune tucked against him. The purr vibrated through Lune’s spine, and he shivered. One minute passed, then another as Jason touched the wild dragon’s face and hair, soothing him. He felt his resolve crack as Lune’s gaze dropped to his lips and back to up several times. Slowly, he leant forward. Lune shrank back against Damon’s warm bulk. The kiss started off as gentle as the first. Jason’s hand slid down the boy’s exposed throat, feeling the quickening pulse. Fuck it.

Damon growled thickly as his rider pressed in, the kiss becoming deeper. Lune made a noise of muffled surprise. He opened his mouth as Jason swept his tongue along Lune’s, feeling and hearing the whimper escape him. When he broke the kiss, he turned Lune’s chin to one side and sought out the soft skin of his neck. Lune gasped as the kisses turned to a bite. Jason sucked hard on the patch of skin just behind Lune’s ear.

‘He likes that,’ Damon hissed, watching Lune’s eyes become unfocused. The boy was panting. The thin sleep shirt had ridden up in their struggles and the boy’s cock was half hard against his thigh. Damon’s own ridged erection was fast becoming painful in the confines of his shorts. His free hand found one of the small nipples under the shirt, twisting it gently. Lune’s cry was breathy, his back arching. His insides were squirming, his belly doing flips. Lune could feel the blood pounding in his own ears. Their combined hands had him pinned and splayed out across Damon’s form.

Jason moved back, appreciating the large bruise that had formed there. Cheeks red, braid messy and chest heaving, Lune looked like the cheapest sought of rent boy. He was trembling all over, pupils blown wide.

‘You’re so gorgeous,’ Jason whispered. Damon lost a little of his control, letting go of the boy’s wrists to grab at his chin and force his head back. Damon’s kisses weren’t anything like his master’s. They were all force and hardness just like the rest of him. Lune whimpered as Damon nipped hard at his bottom lip. He had only the vaguest understanding of what was happening, of what he was feeling.

Lune knew that male dragons bred with one another. In the off season, when the females weren’t in heat, males often fought mock battles and even bred with one another. Lune had never really taken much notice because he had never been old enough. He had never had anyone look at him the way Jason and Damon were looking at him now. They wanted him. It was both thrilling and terrifying. His own cock was hard. He had never been so conscious of it before. He swallowed as Damon pulled back. His lips felt sore.

‘Lune,’ Jason breathed. The little dragon looked at him.

‘Are you uncomfortable?’ the man asked.

Lune shivered. ‘Yes,’ his voice was hoarse.

‘Touch it,’ Jason growled.

Lune went completely scarlet. ‘What?’ he squeaked. He gasped as Jason reached down and gently wrapped his fingers around Lune’s length.

‘Wait-’ Damon cut him off with another brutal kiss, leaving Lune to writhe and whimper between them. Jason mouth filled with saliva as he slowly stroked the warm hard flesh. He was paying close attention to the boy’s thoughts and emotions. Lune wasn’t really trying to get away, didn’t really want them to stop. Of that, Jason was sure. He was a lot of things, but he would never be a rapist, nor would he ever allow Damon to be either. Lune was so young, he doubted the little dragon had even experienced an orgasm before. That thought made Jason groan.

‘Let me,’ Damon grit out. Jason eyed him for a moment and then nodded.

‘Pass him here.’ Jason opened his arms. Lune half fell, half crawled away from Damon, panting. If he could just put some space between them… He squeaked as Jason tugged him closer. Tangled in the rider’s powerful grip, Lune he felt his own eyes bulge as Damon shoved his legs apart. The black dragon gave him one slow filthy smirk before diving down and taking his cock into his mouth. The noise that came from Lune’s throat was somewhere between a yelp and moan. Gasping, he collapsed back against Jason’s torso.

‘Relax Lune. Let us look after you. Relax,’ Jason purred. Lune whined, the muscles in his thighs twitching. He had never felt anything like this. He was shaking from ear to toe and Damon slowly drew off his length before taking it back down to the base, his nose buried in the white curls. Pleasure raked hot from his groin outwards, Damon’s powerful hands stopped him from closing his legs. He yelped again when strong fingers gently cupped his tightening balls.

‘I…it…’ Lune panted.

‘Are you going to come for us little one?’ Jason tilted Lune’s face. He gave into his own urges and turned Lune’s head so he could go for that bruise again. Between the small edge of pain from Jason’s teeth, coupled with the hot tongue tracing his cock, Lune felt like he was going mad. He squeezed his eyes shut, the pleasure so intense he felt like something inside him was going to snap.

Damon gave a low growl. He felt the organ buck and knew his new mate was not going to last very long which was hardly surprising given his age. He shoved his own shorts down and fisted his own cock hard, already able to vividly imagine what it would be like to force Lune to his hands and knees and mount him. He could hear Lune’s breathless cries and how it would feel for the little dragon to milk him dry and leave his cum deep inside Lune’s tight ass. Damon sucked harder, running his tongue over the leaking cap as his hand pinned Lune’s straining pale hips.

Lune’s orgasm was abrupt and without warning. With a shout, Lune hit his peak. Damon swallowed him down his throat as the boy convulsed, purring. He lapped at the still twitching organ as he pulled away.

Lune lay splayed out lewdly and desperately trying to catch his breath. Sweat dripped from his forehead, his sleep shirt stuck to his chest.

‘Open your eyes and watch,’ Jason growled into his ear. Lune’s eyes flew open. Damon was still kneeling in front of him, his hand wrapped around his own massive cock. Lune stared in shock as the other dragon stroked himself almost brutally, clear fluid leaking thickly from the uncut cock. Damon shuddered as he ran his thumb over the slit. He was so worked up, he knew it wouldn’t take him long.

‘Faster Damon,’ Jason purred. Damon snarled, handsome features twisting as he gritted his teeth. The sound of wet skin and the scent of sex was heavy in the air. The hand moved faster, strokes long and cruel.

‘Are you close?’ Jason asked. Damon nodded, hoping that his master wouldn’t order him to stop.

‘Answer me,’ Jason barked. Damon growled. The rider was in an obvious mindset.

‘Yes, master, I am close,’ he managed to spit out. Lune watched, awestruck at the corded muscles and unfocused eyes of the creature in front of him.

‘Give us a show then Damon. Cum,’ Jason ordered. Damon let out a snarl and his hips bucked forward, cum spurting from his jumping cock. It streaked thickly over the bedspread, some even reaching Lune’s legs. Lune stared wide eyed at the creamy whiteness that had splashed him.

‘Good boy. My perfect, good boys,’ Jason purred. His kissed Lune again, then reached forward and grabbed Damon, yanking him forward to kiss him too. Jason slowly eased Lune off his lap before going to retrieve a washcloth. Lune looked thoroughly ravished and utterly confused. Damon stayed close to the younger dragon, reassuring him with his deep rumbling purrs. Jason moved about, cleaning up and putting the kettle over the fire to boil. His own erection was still deeply uncomfortable, but he did nothing to try and relieve it.

Not this time. No, this time had to be all about Lune and Damon. He needed them to bond. Water boiled, he grabbed several jars and opened the corks.

‘Which one?’ he asked Lune softly. Lune timidly reached for each jar with a trembling hand to sniff the tea leaves inside.

‘This one.’ Lune handed the jar back. He had picked the sweetest, one that contained vanilla and dried strawberries. Damon rolled his eyes but said nothing. Jason put the tea leaves in the pot and added the boiling water.

‘Lune, I’m about to ask you a difficult question. You can stay here tonight with me, but you will have to remain human. Your other option is to go back to stables. You will be able to change back but if you decide this then you will be sharing a stall with Damon. Think about it whilst you finish your tea.’ Jason explained, handing the white-haired boy a steaming mug.

‘I can’t go back to my own stall?’ Lune asked meekly.

Jason shook his head. ‘No.’ Lune considered this for a long minute, staring into his tea. He watched as Jason blew into his mug and copied him before taking a small sip.

Jason owned two larger stalls. They were for breeding dragons or expectant mothers. He had only ever used them when his filly dragon went into heat. They were quite similar to the regular stalls except they opened out onto a small piece of land outside which was enclosed by a dome of iron bars.

‘I would like to go back to the stables,’ Lune said finally.

Jason nodded. ‘Come on then.’ He held out his hand and after a few moments, Lune took it. Jason gave him a pair of pants to wear. They were way too big and Lune had to hold onto the front of them so they wouldn’t fall down his lean hips.

‘I’m going to have to get some clothes tailored for you,’ Jason said softly, appreciating the sight of the willowy frame. He led the way out of his chambers and back through the chilly winding corridors. They went left once they reached the stable, away from their usual stalls. Lune was struggling to keep his eyes open. The sun had long since gone down and he had gone through a very long confusing day. When Jason stopped at an open stall door, Lune just went inside without being told.

‘Take off your clothes,’ Damon said as he stepped in beside him, already stripping off his meagre spoiled shorts. Lune did as he was told, shivering.

The spell was different this time. There was still the orange fog, the scent of sunlight, leather, and honey but this time there was no pain. It was like a steady release of tension, a taut strip of rubber finally allowed to relax into its original shape. Lune shut his eyes and as he did so, he felt the human layer of himself dissolve. His body grew and stretched. He leant forward onto four legs and his four feathered wings arched from his shoulders.

When his lilac eyes opened again, he was, once more, a dragon. There was a deep huff from beside him. Damon too, was back to his original form. Jason stood before them, arms full of their folded clothes.

‘Sleep well you two,’ he said he before turned and slid the enormous stall door closed. Lune stretched, deeply grateful and happy to be back to his true form. He froze at the sight of the big black beside him. Dragons didn’t often share their nests with other dragons unless they were mated. He wondered nervously if Damon might attack him. The larger male reached out with his muzzle, snuffling him gently. Sleep.

Damon wanted to sleep. The black dragon butted Lune lightly towards the section of heated stone floor with its covering of bamboo mats. Relieved, Lune went. He circled about a few times before laying down, his wings folded neatly as he curled himself up much like a house cat. Damon came over to join him. The massive dragon cocooned himself around Lune. The feathers that ran down the spine of the little dragon made a perfectly comfortable pillow. Damon yawned once before laying his head over Lune’s shoulders, utterly content for the first time in months.

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