Prince Jules, the least favorite of the Dragon King's children, lives simply, banished to his rooms and the amazing adventures found in his books. He has never left the palace or shifted into his dragon form…he's never done anything.
Dragon shifter Lem is assigned to Jules as the prince's new bodyguard, and is determined to keep Jules safe from the Graithen, who killed the prince’s previous guardian. Lem grows to hate how the King hides Jules away, and longs to show him how to fly. His love for Jules also grows but it is forbidden, like so much in Jules' life.
When the Graithen attack again, though, everything changes.
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Smutty Excerpt:
Jules was going to have to call a physician. There were powders that you mixed with milk to assure that your baser urges did not overtake you. He’d discovered himself with an erection for three mornings in a row now. It was quite ridiculous.
Lem brought him a tray of fruit and a bowl of gruel sprinkled with sugar. “It’s delicious!” Lem licked his lips. “I hope you’re hungry this morning.”
Jules nodded, but he really only wanted the bites of sweet, ripe fruit. “You’ll have to share it.”
Lem nodded. “It would be my pleasure.” Lem sat and looked at him expectantly.
Jules chose a bite of fruit and told his body to stop being odd.
“You’re not sitting with me?” Lem asked. It sounded as if he was disappointed.
“Yes. Yes. My body is offensive right now. I will see the physician later and ask her to help me.”
Lem tilted his head. “Your body is not offensive to me.”
“No? I have... a swelling.” He could feel the color in his cheeks.
“A swelling? Where?” The tray of food was set aside, Lem beginning to examine him.
“It’s an offensive swelling. You shouldn’t look. There’s a medicine for it.” He did his best not to drop his hands to his crotch as that would only bring attention to his condition.
Lem’s eyes suddenly widened. “This?” Lem asked, fingertips sliding on his heavy cock.
Jules nodded, breath catching as the swelling got worse. Oh. Oh, dear. This wouldn’t do.
“This is not a bad thing, Jules. It’s... a healthy need.” Lem’s fingers wrapped around his swollen flesh. “Have you never come before?”
“No. No. I took the medicine for eons and then Mabon said there was no need.” He blinked down, staring at the odd sight of the shaft pushing from between his legs.
Lem began to move his hand along Jules’ hardness, sliding up and down.
“Lem? Lem, it is not shrinking.” And it should have hurt, but it didn’t. It didn’t hurt at all.
“No, you have to come first.” Lem continued moving his hand. It felt... it felt good.
“Come where?” Oh, he didn’t want this to stop. He was being petted. By Lem. And it felt so very good, not like a bad thing at all.
“That’s what it’s called when you spend.”
“I’m not allowed. What if they take my books?” What if they took Lem? Jules tried very hard not to panic, but it was becoming difficult not to.
“They will never know.” Lem didn’t stop, not at all. He just kept pulling, and it got bigger, better.
“Lem? Lem, my belly...” It felt so tight.
“Does it feel good, Jules?” Lem’s gaze met his own.
“I don’t know. I don’t know. Am I sick? I never swelled until you.”
“You’re not sick. And you make me swell, too.”
“I do? I’m sorry. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“It doesn’t hurt. Does this hurt?” Lem continued stroking him.
“No...” No, it felt forbidden, secret. He’d read about the act of mating, but he hadn’t experienced anything like this. He’d been a child when he’d first felt the swelling, and that had been the sign it was time for his medication.
“Then let me give you this pleasure, Jules.”
“Pleasure.” He’d assumed it only worked with your own mate and that was why it was stopped if you didn’t have one - to avoid unnecessary acts.
Lem nodded, smiling at him, looking almost as if he was the one receiving pleasure.
Jules sighed softly, tongue flicking out to wet his lips. Lem’s tongue echoed his, and the very tip of it flicked across his shaft. Jules’ breath caught, that tiny flash of heat making him sparkle.
“Jules?” Lem looked up at him, eyes wide.
“Your tongue.” The pleasure. God, the pleasure. Better even than the hand that stroked him so wonderfully.
Lem carefully stuck his tongue out again and licked across the top of Jules’ swelling. He whimpered softly, and his legs kicked out restlessly.
Lem backed off again immediately. “Did I hurt you?”
“No. No. Please, my heart.” This was not pain, not even close.
Lem’s nostrils flared, and he made a soft sound. Then he leaned back in to kiss the top of Jules’ shaft, hand squeezing tight around it. A storm built inside Jules, wild and sharp and fierce as Lem stroked and licked him, eyes flashing up to him again and again.
“Help me.” That was Lem’s lot in life, right? To help him? And surely he needed help with this. It grew bigger and bigger, and he didn’t know what to do.
“Yes, my prince. Always.” Lem moved his hand faster and wrapped hot lips around the head of Jules’ shaft.
His eyes rolled to the back of his head, his hips slamming up, as a rush of unbelievable energy flooded him. Lem swallowed around his shaft, then began to suck vigorously.
Jules’ dragon screamed, calling for freedom. Lem kept sucking, as if trying to pull it from him. He jammed his fist in his mouth, trying to force the noises back. The sensations continued to grow.
For a bright, terrifying second, Jules wavered between his beast form and his human form. Then the pressure exploded from him, pouring from his penis. Lem swallowed and swallowed around him, drinking down every drop that pushed out of him.
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