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Stop Dragon It Out
By Victor Dalton
Beta: SoupDragon
Phantom would call Aragon a treacherous snake except he knew it was considered a slur to refer to a dragon as such. As it was, he didn't trust the man at all. He didn't know what game Aragon was playing by showing up in his court and trying to sweet talk him, but he wasn't going to join. He said his niceties and politely refused any gifts or deferred them to Fright Knight. When the prince continued trying to engage him in conversation, Phantom did his best to stay in conversations with others and have his back to Aragon, effectively shutting the man out.
He should have known better than to turn his back on Aragon.
As he was speaking to one of Pandora's messengers, he felt a tingle of warning before cold metal clicked closed around his neck. Phantom turned and backhanded Aragon before he had even fully processed what had happened.
The prince grinned up at Phantom from the floor, holding his marred cheek. "I'll prove you're less suited to rule than I am. That you're nothing but a raging beast at your core."
Phantom snarled as the transformation magic surged through him, forcing his form into a shape it didn't belong in. Around him, he could hear the assembled court evacuating. When he could open his eyes again, the room was empty except for Aragon and Fright Knight who had the prince restrained.
"My Liege?" called Fright Knight cautiously.
"Don't bother. He doesn't have the restraint to not rampage through this fetid castle," Aragon scoffed.
Anger and betrayal burned in Phantom's core, he wanted revenge. Except he knew better than to lash out at the world, particularly when the source of his ire was kneeling at his scaled feet. "Let. Go. Fright. I. Fight."
His sentence was broken around his new sharp teeth and snout, but clearly enough to convince this knight to back out of the way. Aragon quickly stood back up, angry now. "You think you can handle me, you dumb beast?"
Instead of bothering to speak, Phantom simply backhanded Aragon again, his hand now as big as the man himself. It sent Aragon crashing into a wall with a cry of pain. The prince quickly recovered and transformed into his own dragon form, launching himself at Phantom. They met in the middle of the room in a clash of claws and teeth.
Aragon had more experience fighting with extra limbs, a tail in particular, but Phantom had more experience fighting, period, and was still stronger. It meant that he did eventually pin the prince down, but they were both panting and he was pretty much holding Aragon down by wrapping himself around the black dragon. Fright Knight had stayed in the room but kept out of the way as they had fought, but he stepped closer now that it appeared that the fight was over.
"How?! You should be a mindless beast right now! You shouldn't have been able to beat me!" raged Aragon, thrashing in Phantom's grip and forcing the king to squeeze tighter.
"Used. To. It," Phantom said carefully.
"What?"
"I think his Majesty is referring to his preference for 'channeling misplaced aggression'," clarified Fright Knight.
"Fight. Ghost. Not. Bully."
"Well, that won't do you any good now! Only I can remove that collar and you can't fight me forever!" Aragon declared before launching into maniacal laughter.
The severe downside to having went through puberty at the same time as learning to fight ghosts was that there were other ways to blow off steam, particularly as the battles got easier and he hadn't always gotten all of his frustrations out before the fight was over. It wasn't helped by Aragon wriggling underneath him.
"Stop. Moving."
"I will not!"
"Problem. Stop."
"What are you on about, you simpleton?"
Aragon thrashed again and Phantom felt his length slide out of its sheath, rubbing against the prince's thigh. That got Aragon to hold still for a moment and then the thrashing increased.
"Let me go, you foul, hedonistic creature!"
"Collar. Off."
"I refuse! If this is your threat, then do your worst!"
That sounded oddly like an invitation rather than fear and refusal. Testing the waters, Phantom unwound himself from the prince's lower half so that he could arrange himself overtop of Aragon to line things up. It would have been the perfect time for a kick or escape attempt, but there was only some performative squirming. Confident that Aragon was accepting this, Phantom slid his cock under the prince's tail, pulling a satisfied groan out of Aragon as he thrust inside. He grinned and began moving his hips in earnest. This was not at all what he had expected out of the fight, but he wasn't surprised, given the other man's temperament, and he certainly wasn't complaining.
It didn't take very long for Aragon to cum, rumbling his release and flexing around Phantom's cock.
"Virgin?" asked Phantom as he unwound himself from the prince's upper half as well, so that he could change positions.
"I am not, you miscreant!" Aragon's blush said otherwise.
"Ass. Virgin."
"You foul-mouthed beast!" That wasn't a denial.
Shaking his scaly head, Phantom rolled the prince onto his belly and then yanked his rear end up, giving Phantom a perfect angle to grasp Aragon's wings as handles so that he could pound into the other's ass. Aragon groaned and took it, clawing onto the floor as their hips slammed together. It didn't take long for the prince to cum again, going limp under Phantom. His grip switched to Aragon's hips, since the other man couldn't manage to stay up, and he continued fucking into Aragon hard.
The prince whimpered and tried to draw away. "It's too much!"
"Weakling," Phantom teased. Still, he paused for a moment. The magic of the transformation still beat at him, fighting or fucking was all he do. "I stop. Collar. Off?"
"You think me so weak willed as to give in to your amorous ways?" demanded Aragon. It would have sounded a little more impressive if the other man didn't already sound fucked-out.
"Yes," he said simply before drawing back to the tip of his textured cock and slamming hilt deep again.
Aragon wailed and moaned and cried out as Phantom fucked him straight through his refractory period and into another orgasm. A little after that, Phantom finally managed his own peak, spilling copiously into the prince. He sagged, relaxing for a moment, but didn't let go of Aragon.
"I told you, I could outlast you!" declared the other man.
"Prince Aragon," interrupted Fright Knight. "I feel the need to point out that the effects of the artifact you have inflicted upon King Phantom do not abate until it is removed. Dragons are a hot-blooded race, but that does not always translate into rage, as you are aware."
Aragon's startle at being addressed showed that the other man had clearly forgotten that the knight was still there. Phantom hadn't forgotten. Fright Knight was there as his guard always, this was no different. As long as King Phantom was safe, it didn't matter if he was a dragon balls-deep in a rival. And, honestly, Phantom suspected that the knight could remove the collar, but was choosing not to so that Aragon could be properly taught a lesson.
"You cannot trick me into releasing him!"
Rolling his eyes, Phantom pulled out long enough to flip the prince over before slamming back into Aragon's leaking ass. At this point, he was sure the other man wasn't going to fight back. For as much as Aragon was complaining, it was clear that overstimulation and being used were the prince's kinks. Aragon wailed as Phantom fucked into him hard, the position change made new things be struck with the half-ghost's forceful thrusts.
Phantom fucked Aragon until the prince was a sobbing, spent mess and still the heat in his body burned. Aragon shifted back to his normal form, his midsection bulging around Phantom's massive cock. Even that didn't abate Phantom's drive, he simply grasped the prince carefully and used the man as a squirming fleshlight. He crooned in satisfaction at the sight of his length moving through Aragon and it fed into his desire for violence, making him fuck the prince that much harder. Aragon was limp in his grip and barely conscious by the time he came again. He panted, holding the other man in place as he came down from his nth orgasm.
"Enough," rasped Aragon, cum dribbling past his lips. "I will take the collar off. Cease this carnal madness."
It took far more effort than Phantom would like to admit to withdraw from the prince's used body. He angled his neck so that the exhausted ghost could reach the cursed collar, opening the metal and causing him to change back to his normal ghost form and then to his human form. Aragon grunted as he collapsed on top of the prince, his marathon of sex catching up to him all at once.
"Get off of me, you filthy beast," Aragon grumbled, no bite to his words.
"Hey, Fright. Can you drag both of us to the baths and then my bed?" he requested without lifting his head from the prince's chest.
"Of course, my Liege," answered the knight.
"How dare you! I will not be some bedwarmer to the king!" yelled Aragon while making zero attempts at shoving Danny off of him or escaping Fright Knight's grip as the knight picked both of them up.
Danny simply hummed an amused note at the clear suggestion. He hadn't thought any further than a nap after so much vigorous activity, but if Aragon wanted to be a fuckbuddy, a bedwarmer, he'd be down for that. Especially if it kept Aragon from pulling tricks like that while he was holding court. If quieting a rival simply meant letting the guy bounce on his dick sometimes… Well, there were worse fates.