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The rest of Neuvillette's rut was all a beautiful, desperate blur. It wasn't until the final day, as Wriothesley slowly began to come back to his senses, that it all sunk in again.

They had bonded. He was Neuvillette's mate.

His mate, whose cocks were buried in both his holes right now as Wriothesley sat in his lap, back pressed to Neuvillette's chest. Neuvillette was scenting over his bond mark again and again with the end of his tail curled around one of Wriothesley's legs, purring as Wriothesley ground down against him, still desperately seeking pleasure.

But he felt... more together. A little less dazed. He'd laid most of their eggs at Neuvillette's coaxing, two buckets full of them sitting on the floor by the bed, only a small clutch sitting in his womb now, and a few buried deep in his ass. That, Wriothesley had insisted on. He wanted to keep some of them, at least until the very end. It would ache too much, to be empty during his heat.

Neuvillette groaned as he thrust up and came inside him. It was a shame that he was still using Hydro to catch his cum instead of spilling that seed into Wriothesley's body.

Ah, but with thoughts like that, maybe he wasn't as coherent as he thought he was.

"Neuvillette," he asked softly, leaning his head back on his mate's shoulder. "I want to get off with my cock this time."

"Of course," his mate purred, sliding his long fingers between Wriothesley's legs, rubbing gently at the base of his cock. Ah, that was good. A different sort of orgasm that gave him a different sort of sense of completion. He'd asked for it a few times to try to shake off more of the heat, and Neuvillette was more than happy to oblige.

The bond only made it easier. Neuvillette could envision what Wriothesley wanted more clearly as Wriothesley whimpered and pushed it through to him. A big cock in Neuvillette's hand... he wanted to watch his mate touch him while he bred him nice and deep.

Neuvillette was learning very quickly the extent of Wriothesley's desires, only magnified by his heat, and Wriothesley had seen much more of Neuvillette's, too. In his rut-driven mind, it was almost entirely a sort of obsession but there were layers upon layers beneath that. Not only to breed Wriothesley, to mark him, to possess him, but a desperation to be close to him, to hold him and please him, to touch and be touched. It was a ravenous, unending hunger, one that he tried to suppress but both the rut and Wriothesley brought forth.

Neuvillette's fingers brushed his cock and pulled upwards, forming Hydro in their wake in the shape of a thick, hefty cock. When Neuvillette squeezed the length, he could feel it and he moaned, throwing his head back.

Oh that was so good. He absolutely should have had Neuvillette doing this more often, but the craving had only struck him again midway through his heat—the desire to be pleasured in absolutely every way possible.

Neuvillette's talented fingers stroked the length of it, pulling the Hydro that sucked on Wriothesley's cock like it really was just an extension of himself. When he looked back down, the sight of Neuvillette pumping and squeezing such a big cock was almost enough to bring him to completion.

"Hurt me more," he whispered, "Mark me up." His eyes glazed over, and Neuvillette's claws dragged across one nipple in reply, fangs biting down over his bond mark.

Wriothesley cried out as he came, watching Neuvillette's palm squeeze the head of his cock, feeling that wave of release. He shuddered, clenching up around the cocks inside him, body twitching as the orgasms rolled over him.

"Fuck me," he moaned, and Neuvillette did, rutting deep inside him, hitting his cervix and the eggs inside him just perfectly.

His pleasure was so hot and bright through the bond that Neuvillette moaned, a little orgasm of his own shuddering through him, hips jerking as he spilled just a little bit more deep inside Wriothesley's body.

"Wriothesley," Neuvillette whispered against his skin, hand curling gently around Wriothesley's throat.

He moaned at the feel of it, at the possessiveness of it, closing his eyes for just a moment, leaning back against his mate and pushing love and contentment through the bond. I'm yours, he assured him, again and again. Yours, and only yours.

Neuvillette's fingers flexed around his throat, squeezing momentarily, holding onto him. He nuzzled at Wriothesley's bond mark, scenting over it. Mine.

Reaching back, Wriothesley gently grabbed Neuvillette's hips, tilting his head to offer his mate more of his neck to scent. Neuvillette was still holding his cock, and Wriothsley stared at it a long moment. Even made out of Hydro, he liked it. It looked good on him, like this. It looked good with Neuvillette's long fingers wrapped around it, and he couldn't help but smile.

Slowly, Neuvillette dragged his hand up and down the length of it and Wriothesley shuddered. As he came down from his orgasm, it began to flag and soften just as his actual cock softened a little beneath it. "How do you do that?" he whispered.

Neuvillette snorted at him. "As if I am not intimately aware of every function of your body. I merely ask the Hydro to replicate what you are experiencing only... larger."

"Hot," he muttered. Because it was. Both Neuvillette's awareness of his arousal and every fluid his body possessed, and that he used that knowledge to do this. For him.

But at the vaguest thought that Wriothesley didn't do nearly enough for Neuvillette in return, his mate growled at him. "Wriothesley, you have cared for me more than I can say. The very least I can do is to give you what you desire."

Wriothesley just let out a quiet breath and smiled. "Yeah. I know." He did know. It was just... well. He, too, was still in many ways new to being in a relationship like this.

Closing his eyes again, he relaxed and leaned his head back, letting his mate hold and scent him. Neuvillette wasn't going to lay anymore eggs this rut. They had, somehow or other, found what appeared to be his body's absolute limit. A day or so ago he'd just... stopped forming them.

Neuvillette suspected it was to keep from taking away too many necessary nutrients from his body, which made sense. Wriothesley didn't mind it too much, anyway. The week-long heat had him exhausted and aching as it was, and even then he was still horny.

It was easing off, though. Slowly.

Before he ended up dozing again, Neuvillette gently pulled Wriothesley off his cocks, setting him between his legs instead, despite Wriothesley's grunts of protest. Too empty... but he was sore, too, and his mate knew that as well as he did. He needed a break.

Neuvillette left the Hydro cock though, and Wriothesley got a wonderful sort of delight watching it soften further between his thighs as he rested against his mate. Neuvillette purred as he held him, claws scraping through Wriothesley's chest hair and down over the swell of his hairy belly, then back up again. That long, soft tongue licked at his bond mark in between purrs, his lips brushing against it.

It was nice. Very nice.

Their bed nest was cozy now too, many more clothes and blankets having been piled up in it over the course of the week, and he really had no desire to leave it at all, unless Neuvillette wanted to take them back to his underwater nest instead.

"You ought to lay that clutch," Neuvillette pointed out quietly after a few minutes had passed.

Wriothesley sighed through his teeth and Neuvillette gave him a reassuring nip at his bond mark. "You don't have to. But as my rut comes to its end, I'm afraid I will have to demand that you do so for your own health."

Wriothesley groaned at that, but there was an edge to Neuvillette's voice—a hint of the tone he used in court, and when he was domming—and there was little Wriothesley could do but obey.

He placed one hand gently over his belly. "All right. I'll lay them."

Neuvillette purred particularly loud at that, nuzzling beneath his ear. "That's my good boy."

Wriothesley laughed a little, squeezing Neuvillette's hip. He sort of wanted his collar... wanted to melt into his mate and let Neuvillette use him in whatever way he liked. But if they were about to go to the bath to lay his clutch, that wasn't a good idea.

Still, Neuvillette hummed thoughtfully, clearly picking up on the picture in his mind. "You want to be my little dog while you lay my clutch, beloved? Would you like that?"

"Yes?" Wriothesley perked up at once, sitting forward, but Neuvillette grabbed him by the tits and pulled him back against his chest, nuzzling into his hair.

Wriothesley grinned, laughed, and squirmed a little as Neuvillette squeezed him closer. "There are other ways I can give you a collar. Or have you forgotten what we did the very first time you asked for this?"

No, he hadn't forgotten. He preferred the real thing, the one Neuvillette bought for him, but... he had a fair point.

"Actually..." Wriothesley grinned a little wider, an idea quickly forming in his mind, born from his own reluctance to lay the clutch in the first place. He glanced over at Neuvillette, and he could see from the look in his mate's eyes that he'd received the concept loud and clear.

"You want me to force you to lay them?" Neuvillette asked, just to clarify. He didn't seem put off by it, though. Just... intrigued.

Wriothesley shrugged. "You don't have to be too mean about it, I just think... if you made me, it would be hot. If I was just your stupid dog, too out of it to properly lay the clutch on my own..."

"You want me to degrade you, Wriothesley?" Neuvillette raised one eyebrow.

"Obviously." He grinned and winked.

Neuvillette hummed in thought, and Wriothesley could feel those thoughts churning in his mind. Nothing against the idea, more just... trying to figure it out. He knew Wriothesley liked a little degradation but... so many things were still a little bit new to them.

This was new, too—the feeling of Neuvillette prodding at the bond. Not so much pushing his own thoughts and feelings through it, but seeking Wriothesley's. Not that Wriothesley had thought it through much himself. He just thought it would be hot, and might help shake off the rest of his heat.

"Very well," Neuvillette said at last, fingers reaching once more for Wriothesley's throat. "Then I don't want to hear you speak anymore, dog. I only want to hear you whine and bark, and if you need something, to inform me through the bond."

"Yes, sir," Wriothesley said with a pleased smile as a cool collar of Hydro formed around his neck. Between his legs, he realized he still had a Hydro cock as well, and Neuvillette seemed to have no intention of removing it. Not for now, at least.

Neuvillette's tail unwound from around Wriothesley's leg, flicking back and forth. Long fingers slid up under Wriothesley's chin, and Wriothesley turned his head, his eyes already half-closed. He wanted Neuvillette to kiss him, and pushed that need right through the bond, a burning, desperate ache.

Their lips met, soft at first, then hard and burning. Wriothesley opened his mouth to let Neuvillette's tongue slip inside, pressing against his own as they both moaned into their kiss.

Breath picking up, Wriothesley whined, turning partway in his arms so he could press one hand to Neuvillette's remarkably flat but exceptionally soft chest, dragging his fingers over little patches of delicate white scales. He reached for his mate's hair with his other hand, trying to tug him closer, arching his body towards Neuvillette's.

"Be a good dog," Neuvillette whispered against his lips as they parted, and Wriothesley whimpered. He could be a good dog, wanted to be a good dog for his mate. He would be a good dog.

Leaning in again, he parted his lips, closing his eyes, and nipped gently at Neuvillette's mouth, letting out a needy little growl as he bit at his lips over and over.

Neuvillette growled back in return, low and possessive, and with just a hint of a warning laced within as he tolerated those bites. That sound... it made Wriothesley shudder, his cock pulsing between his thighs. Fuck, his mate was so hot, and there was something about those growls... they made his heart race in his chest. He'd always found those sounds alluring but now... now, he was having more of a physical reaction to them than he'd ever had before, like his body just knew what they meant.

Letting out a soft, whining growl of submission, he dragged himself closer, tangled one hand into Neuvillette's hair and arched himself harder towards his mate, urging him into another kiss.

Neuvillette let Wriothesley kiss him, their lips moving together for a long moment before Neuvillette was licking in between his teeth again. Then, with a low rumbling growl, Neuvillette rotated the two of them around, shoving Wriothesley down into their nest and folding his body over him, his tail curled tight around Wriothesley's thigh.

Wriothesley gasped, breaking their kiss to moan, wrapping his legs up around Neuvillette's waist and dragging his fingers along his back.

"Dog," Neuvillette ground out quietly as they parted again. Wriothesley only whined and offered Neuvillette his throat. "I should amend my earlier statement," he muttered, trailing his lips along Wriothesley's jaw and down the middle scar that marked his neck, dragging his claws down Wriothesley's side and making him gasp as he drew gentle red marks upon his skin. "You may say 'yes, sir' and 'please'." Winding his fingers into Wriothesley's thick hair, he pulled. "I want to hear you beg for me."

Wriothesley sucked in a shaky breath. "Please," he whispered, rocking his hips, trying to grind them up against Neuvillette's and gasping for breath. His cock was hard between his thighs again, the thick Hydro length resting against the joint of his hip. He could feel his pussy just beneath it, open and wet and far too empty.

With a quiet growl, Neuvillette pulled harder on Wriothesley's hair until he whined. "I will not fuck you until you lay my clutch." He pressed his hand to Wriothesley's belly, pressing down over the eggs inside him, and Wriothesley let out a strangled sob, biting his lip and drawing his knees up further as he shuddered. "Understand?"

"Yes, sir," he gasped.

Neuvillette growled low in his throat again, staring Wriothesley down a long moment. "Pathetic, needy creature, aren't you?"

"Yes, sir," Wriothesley moaned, his breath caught in his chest, those words like daggers of pure arousal shoved straight into his gut. His nails dug into Neuvillette's shoulder blades, his head tilted back towards the hand that pulled on his hair, his neck and chest bared and arched towards Neuvillette. "Please sir."

Neuvillette growled louder, his eyes beginning to glow. "I said no, dog," he ground out, baring his fangs, and fuck Wriothesley was so hard it burned. "You are coming with me to the bath now."

"Yes, sir." He shuddered, whimpering and moaning, aching between his legs. Neuvillette shoved harder on his stomach and Wriothesley let out a broken wail at the feel of it, of having the clutch inside him pressed down like that. Then Neuvillette dragged him up by his hair, snarling in his face as Wriothesley sobbed and slumped before him, eyes glazed and half-closed, his skin far too hot as he tried to catch his breath, his cock throbbing and his pussy clenching pathetically around nothing.

Neuvillette gave him one more quiet warning growl, reminding him to behave, before pulling Wriothesley's chest tight against his own, picking him up like he weighed absolutely nothing at all, and descending from the bed to the floor with an elegant ease.

His tail dragged along behind him as he carried Wriothesley back to the bath, Wriothesley's legs wrapped around his waist, his face tucked against the side of his mate's neck, breathing him in. Neuvillette's pheromones weren't as strong as they had been at the height of his rut, but they were still very much present, and he drank them down eagerly, reveling in the feel of them washing over him along with the subspace that was already blissfully fogging his mind.

All he could manage to push through the bond was his own aching need, his burning arousal, and a quiet litany of yes, yes, yes, to let Neuvillette know how much he already loved every second of this. In return, he could feel a reassurance and a warmth from Neuvillette, a quiet trill letting Wriothesley know that his mate intended to take very good care of him.

"Please," Wriothesley whispered when they were halfway there, arms hanging loosely around Neuvillette's neck. Neuvillette only growled softly, urging him to be patient as he nosed at the base of his ear, dragging his tongue along that soft, sensitive skin before trailing tender kisses down his neck.

In his arms, Wriothesley quieted.

--

As Neuvillette carried his mate to the bath, one arm beneath Wriothesley's ass and the other around his shoulders, he soaked in absolutely every emotion that Wriothesley poured through the bond. Every ounce of arousal and desperation, the emotions so thick he felt as though he were swimming through them as he strode forward, the increasing familiarity of his tail moving along behind him, white scales scraping at the floor.

His mate was so very lovely in this blissed-out state, and so very vulnerable. He had been this way through most of his heat, and it was Neuvillette's pleasure to tend to him. It sated his instincts wonderfully, especially when Wriothesley was filled with his clutch.

Now, though, caring for him meant coaxing him to lay that clutch. Or, as Wriothesley had requested, to force him to do so. That, Neuvillette was more than happy to provide. Though the idea wasn't one he would have come up with on his own, Wriothesley had shown him very clearly through the bond what he wanted, and it piqued his interest more than he could say.

His sweet mate wanted it so very badly, too, evidenced by just how quickly he'd dropped into subspace once he'd been collared.

Wriothesley was still whimpering on occasion, begging softly against the shell of his ear, and Neuvillette let out little growling purrs to soothe him, cupping the back of his mate's neck over his Hydro collar.

Rather than deal with the lip of the tub, he made use of his authority and simply floated, rising up over the edge of it before lowering them down into the water near the center of the pool. It rippled out around them as they settled, Wriothesley clinging to him so very tight. Then, with a quiet sigh, he let them sink beneath the surface.

Wriothesley's eyes closed and Neuvillette held him, stroking his hair as their bodies eased into the quiet depths. But while it was devoid of sounds from the surface, he pointed ears picked up on the movements of the fish, the waving romaritime flowers that lit up the floor below them, even the occasional shifting of a lumitoile. And of course, there were Wriothesley's emotions, tangled with his own and resonating with him here more than they ever did outside of the water's depths, even with the aid of the bond.

Taking his mate by the chin, he pulled him into a kiss, and Wriothesley opened up to him so very willingly, as he always did. His mouth opening, his tongue moving out of the way to let Neuvillette's in, his moan absolutely delicious.

Wriothesley begged through the bond and through the water, begged for more as he tugged at Neuvillette's hair, clawing at his back, sending little waves of pleasure rippling across his skin. Neuvillette growled quietly to try to urge him to be patient, swallowing his echoing whimpers. His mate was an absolute mess of need, his thoughts and emotions disjointed and desperate, not entirely knowing what he wanted except for Neuvillette to claim him, to bite him and manhandle him and be rough with him, but to be sweet with him, too. He craved praise like he needed it to breathe, craved touch, craved the release of this, of being vulnerable while knowing he was safe. He had always been that way, but Neuvillette could see it all so much more clearly now.

And Wriothesley could see him too, he knew. His mate was well aware of his own insecurities, of his self-doubt, how unsure he was after so many years of loneliness, and after Vautrin. But he didn't want to think of Vautrin when he was here with Wriothesley now. Only him, only his beautiful mate.

He kissed him again, deeper, unfurling his tongue into the back of Wriothesley's throat, tasting him, touching him. He just wanted to see... to see more of what it was Wriothesley desired.

Feeding those desires helped. Helped his rut, helped his confidence, and... there was more to it than that, of course. He enjoyed it, though it was often difficult to admit to such things. To admit to himself that he enjoyed being in absolute control of Wriothesley like this. That it was not just a means to pleasure his mate, or to ease his own frustrations as it had the night he'd been working through his research into their bond. That it felt good to want something and simply take it. To give in to the more draconic side of himself.

Wriothesley could sense his hesitation, he knew. And his mate provided. Oh, did he provide. So many images of Neuvillette shoving him down or holding him still, pushing on his stomach until he laid his clutch or reaching his hand inside him to pull them free. Neuvillette tugging the lips of his entrance aside to see how open he was, plunging his tongue in, sucking on his cock, and... that did admittedly give him some ideas of his own. The moment Wriothesley sensed that, he stiffened, his moan growing louder into their kiss.

Then his mate was begging again, a silent please, please, please, please, that Neuvillette couldn't help but oblige.

"Enough," he growled, the word rippling through the waters around them as he pulled his tongue out, biting at Wriothesley's lips.

Wriothesley growled back at him for just a moment, smirking at him with a little glint in his clear blue eyes, just enough of a challenge to make Neuvillette bite down on his lower lip until he drew blood, snarling and bristling.

His mate let out a choked-off sound against his mouth, shuddering, submitting to him so very easily, and Neuvillette thrummed, wrapping his tail around one of Wriothesley's legs and squeezing tight, kissing him to swallow the sweet, surprised gasp he let out.

"You will lay my clutch," he whispered.

Wriothesley shook his head, but it was a weak protest. "No, sir, please..."

Neuvillette started up another growl, a low, irritated warning, the end of his tail lashing back and forth. "I am not giving you a choice, dog."

Summoning a short leash in his hand that connected to the back of Wriothesley's collar, he tugged on it, dragging his mate's head back as he held him close by his waist. Wriothesley gasped, moaning, his eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks. His broad hands clutched helplessly at Neuvillette's shoulders, and he was absolutely stunning.

He dragged Wriothesley back by the leash, folding his body over his mate's, one hand pressing down on Wriothesley's stomach, reaching out with his authority to feel the clutch inside him. There were six healthy, unfertilized eggs clustered together in his womb, where Neuvillette had placed them nearly a week ago. Three others gathered in the depths of his ass from earlier that day. Those would come out first.

Grabbing his leash right near his collar, Neuvillette forced his mate to turn around, shoving him down beneath him in the water. Wriothesley gasped, moaning when Neuvillette pulled on the collar, gently choking him as he forced the cheeks of his ass apart.

"Please—" he gasped, and Neuvillette growled, shoving four fingers into that loose hole, stretching his rim wide. It was all soft and hot inside from earlier, and he worked his thumb in, too, as Wriothesley sobbed and begged beneath him.

"Are you going to lay them or not?" he growled against the shell of Wriothesley's ear. "Push, dog."

"Sir—" Wriothesley sobbed, and Neuvillette growled louder, pulling so hard on the leash his mate gagged at the suddenness of it. "I can't—"

"What good is a mate who can't lay my clutch?" he ground out. "Pathetic creature." Wriothesley moaned at that and Neuvillette bit at his earlobe, fangs catching on his piercings as he pushed his fingers further inside, twisting his hand to get them in deeper. His mate opened up so easily, his body all hot and pliant from his heat, both holes loose and beautifully stretched out. "Perhaps you aren't good enough to be my mate after all."

"No, please— sir—" Wriothesley gasped.

It might have felt like a cruel thing to say, except that he could feel every surge of arousal coming from Wriothesley through the bond and emanating through the water. There was nothing his mate didn't love about this. He was... he was getting off on it, his Hydro cock hard between his thighs, standing erect and hanging down beneath him.

As Neuvillette's eyes began to glow, he decided perhaps... perhaps he might push this a little bit further, terribly curious how Wriothesley might react.

"Perhaps I should find a new mate," he whispered, soft against his ear. Even saying those words made him clench his teeth, made his hatred of the very idea rear its head, and the mere thought of another touching Wriothesley made him want to lash out, but he stilled himself, because Wriothesley's body was burning hot on the inside, his arousal lighting up the bond and as his mate sensed Neuvillette's jealousy, it grew even brighter, hotter.

"No— please," Wriothesley whined, arching back against him. "I'll be good for you, I swear—"

Neuvillette hummed at that, as if in consideration. "I don't recall saying you could speak..." He clicked his tongue. "You really are a worthless dog, aren't you?"

"Yes, I—" Wriothesley swallowed, the moan thick in his throat as Neuvillette eased his hand deeper, Wriothesley's rim swollen and red as it stretched out around the meat of his palm. "Oh fuck, please—"

Neuvillette growled, itching to bite. Mark him. Mark every inch of him.

"Naughty for me tonight, aren't you?" he mused, pulling again on the leash, dragging his mate's head back even further and watching the way Wriothesley's eyes rolled back in his head. "Speaking out of turn, refusing to lay my clutch... practically asking to be punished."

"Please," Wriothesley moaned.

"Put your hands behind your back, dog."

Wriothesley did, immediately, and Neuvillette bound his wrists with a thick cord of Hydro. He spread his fingers inside him, tugging his legs further apart with his tail. After a moment of thought, he simply connected the leash to the Hydro at his wrists, keeping him forcibly arched just like that.

"Good boy," he whispered, dragging his fingers through his mate's hair. Wriothesley closed his eyes, settling a little as Neuvillette pulled his ass open further and further. "But if you refuse to lay my clutch, I will make you."

He shoved the full meat of his hand into his mate, Wriothesley's rim closing around his wrist, and Wriothesley sobbed desperately as Neuvillette shoved his hand deep inside him, all the way until his fingers brushed the edges of his eggs.

His other hand pressed to Wriothesley's back, he was already begging to regret saying what he had—about finding another mate. It had affected him more than he thought it would, his chest heaving, his rhinophores elongating, his eyes flashing brighter. Wriothesley was still all desperation and need, but he reacted to Neuvillette's emotions too, whimpering and whining for him and—it was all the more potent because he was actively using his Hydro to pull those eggs down and out of his mate when Neuvillette, too, secretly wanted them to remain inside. For his mate to be swollen with eggs for weeks or months, to deposit even more inside him over and over—

But they had to come out, and they would come out.

There were only the three, and it was easy enough. One fell into his open hand, its surface smooth against his palm, and he began to work his hand back out, tugging the other two along with Hydro until he reached his entrance.

"Breathe, dog," he cautioned, and as Wriothesley exhaled, Neuvillette pulled them free almost all at once, one right after another.

Wriothesley yelped as they popped out, trying to curl in on himself but unable to, shuddering and gasping for breath.

Neuvillette let the eggs float down towards the bottom of the pool to nestle among the romaritime flowers as he pulled Wriothesley towards him, dragging his mate's back against his chest, breathing hard against Wriothesley's ear.

"Wriothesley," he ground out, certain that he was about to be completely unable to restrain himself. "You know that I would never seek a mate other than you, don't you?"

"Yes, sir," his mate muttered weakly. He was shuddering, seemingly on the edge of his orgasm, and oh how Neuvillette wanted to grant him that release.

"Do you know why?" he asked, already reaching between them to grab both his half-hard cocks, squeezing them together and not even bothering to suppress his own shudder of need.

"No, sir," Wriothesley whispered, his responses merely reflexive now. His mate was so very out of it, so far gone in subspace, and Neuvillette didn't mind that at all. It only made him want to take his mate even more.

Grabbing Wriothesley's chin in one hand, he pressed both cocks to Wriothesley's stretched out hole. The heads popped in with ease and Neuvillette snarled at the sensation, dragging him down in one hard stroke as his mate tried to arch his body even further, moaning at the feeling of being filled with cock.

"I only want you. And you're mine," Neuvillette ground out, and oh that always felt so good to say. "Mine and no one else's. Mine to claim, to lay my clutch in and to pull it free when I desire because you belong to me."

Baring his fangs, he bit down hard over Wriothesley's bond mark, as though his body was trying desperately to bond him all over again. His fangs sank in and he tasted blood—sweet, sweet blood—Wriothesley's blood. It welled up in his mouth and he all but roared in ecstasy as he thrust hard and sharp into his mate's loose hole, grabbing Wriothesley's hips and dragging him down, pinning his mate's ass against himself as he rutted deep inside.

Wriothesley was crying out, sweet and desperate, his hands trapped and bound between them, his head still forced back as Neuvillette dug his fangs in deeper and sucked on his skin, licking up the blood that spilled from the wound, tasting his pleasure, his arousal, his need, his love and loyalty and trust.

No one else would ever touch his mate. No one else would ever claim him. No one, no one.

Mine, mine, mine mine.

He thrust as he thought it, as he pushed it through the bond, over and over and over. Wriothesley moaned louder, trying to thrust back against him, and Neuvillette dragged his hands up to his mate's tits, grabbing one in each hand and sinking his claws into that soft muscle.

Oh how he wanted to tear marks into Wriothesley's flesh, to mark him even deeper, but even blunted his claws could still raise welts and he dragged them hard across his mate's chest, Wriothesley's cries growing louder and wilder as he sunk them in deep and dragged them down along his torso until they reached the bulge in his stomach.

"You're mine," he whispered when he finally dragged his fangs out, then sank them in deep again and felt his mate tense, shuddering, so close to orgasm it was nearly painful.

"Yes," Wriothesley moaned, "Yours— sir, please—"

It was that begging that drew Neuvillette back to some sensibility and he thrust in again and again, dug his fangs in deeper and tasted Wriothesley so intimately, sunk his claws into his hips and thought about his clutch still sitting in his mate's womb and—

He came, spilling himself with a muffled groan. As he spilled, he reached for Wriothesley's cock, not for the Hydro one but for his actual cock, catching the hard, fat length between his fingers, squeezing and pulling on it, digging one claw into the sensitive head.

As he pressed his thumb down on the base, Wriothesley came with a strangled cry, tensing up deliciously around him, so hard Neuvillette groaned and felt himself spilling a little more of his seed inside him, fucking into him in short, quick thrusts that had Wriothesley sobbing against him.

"I'm yours," his mate gasped through his sobs, "Yours, yours, only yours—"

"You are, you are," Neuvillette purred, soothing his mate as much as himself. He dragged his tongue over Wriothesley's bond mark, licking up every bit of spilled blood and ensuring the wounds closed and began to heal. "You're mine, beloved, you're mine. And you did so very well for me, laying the first clutch. You're such a good boy."

"Thank you sir," Wriothesley whispered, leaning back against him, and Neuvillette left his wrists bound but removed the tether to his collar so he could let his head hang free.

His mate gasped, immediately tucking his chin against his chest, and Neuvillette scented over the nape of his neck, just beneath his collar. "Do you think you can lay the other clutch for me?" he asked, gentler now, rubbing slow circles into Wriothesley's hips.

Wriothesley whimpered but nodded. "Yes, sir, I– yes, I just—"

"Breathe," Neuvillette muttered, nuzzling up along his hairline. "Take a moment, beloved."

"Neuvillette," Wriothesley moaned, and Neuvillette uncurled his tail from Wriothesley's leg to wrap it around his waist instead, his arms wrapping around Wriothesley's chest, holding him tight and close.

"What is it?" he whispered.

"I...." Wriothesley moaned again, softer this time. "I'm so... so open... wet.... please..."

"Lay the clutch, and I will give you everything you desire," Neuvillette muttered against his mate's warm skin. "But I want to watch your face this time, beloved pet."

Wriothesley whimpered at that, shifting in his arms. "Be mean to me again," he whispered, leaning back against Neuvillette's chest. "I like it when you do that."

Neuvillette hummed softly at that, considering, running his hands over the marks he'd left on his mate's chest. He had enjoyed it but... it had been a little bit too much. Not Wriothesley's fault of course, but his own.

His mate was watching him over his shoulder, his gaze clouded. "Neuvillette?" he whispered, his nose pressed to the line of Neuvillette's jaw. "I can feel you thinking you know. We don't have to."

Neuvillette made a quiet, disgruntled sound. "But, you liked it, and so..."

Wriothesley snorted at that, groaning as he gently pulled himself off Neuvillette's cocks, rotating in his arms and nipping at his bond mark hard enough that Neuvillette shuddered. "I want you to enjoy it, too. You know that."

His mate was really in no state to be telling him these things. It was Neuvillette who should be taking care of him. Neuvillette who should...

Wriothesley purred. Purred. The low thrum unfurled through the water around him, vibrating gently through Neuvillette's body, and he swallowed, wrapping his arms and his tail tighter around his mate, squeezing him close.

"It was your own insecurity," Wriothesley whispered, nuzzling at the slope of his neck as he continued to purr. "How can I convince you that every part of me truly is yours?"

Neuvillette let out a sharp, shaky breath. Even before the bond, Wriothesley could see through him so easily, and now... now he was an open book to his mate, and he shuddered against him, mouthing at Wriothesley's bond mark.

It had been his own insecurity that got to him, yes. It was easy enough to degrade Wriothesley and drink in his arousal and adrenaline, but when he'd pushed on it... perhaps it hadn't been for Wriothesley but for himself that he'd said those things. The mere implication that he should find a new mate, that Wriothesley would no longer be his was—oh, it was too much to bear, but Wriothesley was here in his arms, reassuring him, purring for him. He wasn't even entirely certain his mate had fully realized what he was doing, his usually sharp mind still so far gone.

As for what might help, aside from claiming him utterly again and again, well...

"Speak to me," he said softly, tangling his fingers into Wriothesley's thick hair, pulling on it. Wriothesley arched and moaned against him and that, too, helped. Neuvillette growled low in his throat and felt his mate shudder against him, his purr faltering. "Tell me what you enjoyed, not just through the bond. Tell me with your words. Tell me what you want me to do to you, Wriothesley."

Wriothesley leaned his head back, his wrists still bound behind him, offering Neuvillette a beautiful view of his throat and his chest. He couldn't help but lean down and drag his fangs and his tongue along Wriothesley's collar bones, tasting his skin. It was a heady flavor—all of Wriothesley was, even though his sweat had mostly been washed away by the waters.

"I liked—" Wriothesley seemed to be struggling to speak now, his skin flushing hot beneath Neuvillette's lips. "You denying me what I want—"

"Yes," Neuvillette agreed with a heated whisper.

"You telling me I was pathetic—"

"Yes." That had been good as well. He had enjoyed the way Wriothesley reacted to it, the way he'd pleaded and moaned.

"The bonds," he admitted, and Neuvillette growled softly, using the Hydro around his wrists to squeeze them together a little tighter. And, as a second thought, circled Hydro around his ankles, tugging his legs further apart. Wriothesley moaned helplessly at that, mouth open, gasping for breath, exhaling little clouds of bubbles.

"You telling me I was bad— naughty—" Wriothesley gasped after a moment, and Neuvillette thrummed low in his throat, his rhinophores twitching, his eyes glowing a little brighter as he took in the sight of his flushed, eager mate, all spread out beneath him.

"You want my judgment, Wriothesley?" Neuvillette whispered, gently trailing the blunted tips of his claws from the bulge in his mate's stomach all the way up the center of his chest, feeling the way Wriothesley shifted and trembled, letting out weak, helpless little whimpers. "You want me to punish you?"

"Yes," Wriothesley whispered back, and Neuvillette thrummed a little louder, squeezing his tail around Wriothesley's thigh, curled tight around the meat of it.

"Tell me what else," Neuvillette prompted. He already knew there was more. He could see the images in Wriothesley's mind, but he wanted him to say it.

"Your hand," Wriothesley gasped, clearly straining to spread his legs further, but Neuvillette was holding him firmly right where he was. "Feel me on the inside— fuck, please—"

Neuvillette growled at that, dipping his hand down between Wriothesley's legs, dragging the backs of his knuckles over Wriothesley's cock through the Hydro that still surrounded it, then lower, nudging aside his folds.

"Please—" Wriothesley moaned again, arching his body, gasping for breath. "I'm so wet, I need you—"

"Tell me, Wriothesley," Neuvillette muttered, as calm as he could manage while stroking over Wriothesley's entrance over and over. He certainly was open and soaking wet, leaking slick into the water, and it was making his cocks stir between his thighs. "Are you still going to refuse to lay my clutch?"

Wriothesley seemed to consider that a long moment, then groaned out a soft, "Yes. I... I want them inside, sir."

Neuvillette growled soft and low, pressing just one finger into him. Wriothesley moaned, eyes rolling back in his head, and he could feel his mate pathetically trying to clench around him but unable to. It wasn't enough, and Neuvillette was well aware.

"Naughty boy," he ground out, and Wriothesley let out a delicious, muffled cry. Still, Neuvillette worked that one thin finger in and out of him, watching his mate try to writhe beneath that touch, held in place by his bonds, suspended in the water just like that, with his chest on full display and his thighs spread. "Do you know what I'm going to do to punish you, dog?"

"No, sir," his mate moaned.

"I will take my time," he whispered. Even if he wanted to fuck Wriothesley or to push his hand deeper, this too was such a treat. Watching his mate squirm as he fucked him with just one finger... it was even more beautiful than he thought it might be.

Wriothesley moaned, soft and low, eyelashes fluttering as he stared up at the water's surface, his skin bright red all across his face and down his neck, making his pale scars stand out. But he didn't fight against it. Merely accepted his fate.

Gently, Neuvillette squeezed Wriothesley's thigh with his tail and reached out with his other hand, pinching one nipple between his fingers. His mate gasped and stiffened, and Neuvillette rolled the hard nub idly, grinding it against Wriothesley's piercing as he fucked his finger in and out, feeling him grow wetter and wetter, each breath coming harder and faster.

"Please," Wriothesley moaned, and then again through the bond, shifting and begging, whining and whimpering. Eventually, though, he quieted, aside from the occasional needy sound.

"You're doing well," Neuvillette muttered when he'd been doing that for some time.

Wriothesley shifted beneath his touch, shuddering. That Hydro cock between his thighs was a lovely indicator of just how desperate he was, too. It was hard and engorged, arching up across Wriothesley's stomach.

"You aren't going to say anything?" he asked, a little smile tugging at his lips. It seemed he truly had knocked his mate out in the most wonderful way. Even through the bond, there was little coming from Wriothesley but wave after wave of pleasure and need.

"Please, sir," Wriothesley whispered.

"Hmm." Neuvillette leaned down a little closer, pinched his nipple harder, and felt Wriothesley gasp. He dragged his tongue along the muscles of his mate's abdomen, Wriothesley tensing beneath him. Wriothesley wanted Neuvillette to punish him in other ways, too, he was well aware. Spanking him was one desire that floated through the bond quite often... but not tonight. Not in the water. Another time, though... Another time, yes.

Tugging his finger out, he brought it to his lips and licked his mate's slick from it before it could wash away entirely, his rhinophores twitching and pupils dilating at how delicious that was, laced with Wriothesley's arousal. Then he returned to his folds, slipping two fingers in this time, the quiet squelch as he pushed them in making him thrum soft and low.

Wriothesley moaned softly at that, working his hips in slow thrusts. His mate looked so utterly blissed-out, his eyes closed and his hair floating in the water about his head, his skin still flushed red, his nipples hard. He normally held his jaw so tense, but it was slack now, his lips parted.

Gently, Neuvillette cupped the back of Wriothesley's neck as he worked his fingers into him and Wriothesley opened his eyes just a little to look up at him. He was so very dazed, completely unable to focus. And when Neuvillette twisted his fingers in deeper, Wriothesley gasped, leaning his head back into Neuvillette's hand, his eyes closing again.

"You have several words for this hole in particular, don't you, Wriothesley?" he whispered, twisting his fingers up inside him, feeling just how soft and wet he was.

Blearily, Wriothesley blinked up at him. "Yeah..."

"Tell me them."

Wriothesley seemed a bit... confused at the request, but the words fell from his lips regardless, his voice thick and a little muffled by the water. "My pussy... my hole... and cunt sometimes."

"And have you considered," Neuvillette whispered, leaning in a little closer, thrusting his fingers a little faster, "that from the day you first showed it to me, I have thought of it using the dragon terminology?"

Wriothesley's eyes widened just a little. So, he clearly had not considered that.

Neuvillette thrummed at the look on his face, squeezing Wriothesley's thigh with his tail. "I hesitated to mention it... it is your body, after all. But now that we are bonded, and we are aware that your body has already been shifting to accommodate that bond... well. You tell me, Wriothesley." He shoved his fingers in deep, curving them up against the back of his cock, drawing a little gasp from his mate's lips. "Would you like it if I called this your vent?"

Wriothesley's eyes widened further, lips parting as he moaned, bubbles spilling forth, and Neuvillette could feel the shiver of arousal that burned through his mate's entire body. "Oh," he said after a moment. And then, as Neuvillette pushed his fingers in deeper, he cried out beautifully. "Yes."

"Yes?" Neuvillette smiled a little. As a reward, he pressed three fingers inside his mate instead, working them into that soft hole and spreading them to feel how stretched out he was.

Wriothesley moaned louder at that, arching his hips against Neuvillette's hand. "Yes, call it my vent, please— please, sir–"

"You want me to lay my eggs in your vent, Wriothesley?" Neuvillette ground out and oh, that sounded so good. So good he unwound his tail from Wriothesley's leg so he could lash it back and forth excitedly in the water.

"Yes, sir," Wriothesley gasped, straining against his bonds. "Oh fuck, please, please lay your eggs in my vent, fuck—"

"But you already have such a lovely clutch inside," Neuvillette muttered, his eyes lighting up brighter, his rhinophores lengthening and wings unfurling as he went straight to pushing all of his fingers into his mate, fucking him and opening Wriothesley up around his knuckles, feeling how soft and wet and loose he was and letting out a low growl at the sensation of his fingers covered in Wriothesley's slick. "Do you want me to feel my clutch in you, Wriothesley?"

"Yes," he begged, throwing his head back, and Neuvillette couldn't resist. He leaned in, growling a little louder as he sunk his teeth into Wriothesley's bared throat, shoving his thumb and then his hand further into his mate's vent, twisting it inside until the meat of his palm popped in and he groaned against Wriothesley's skin.

His mate took it so easily, opening up around him, sobbing and moaning. Oh, he was so stretched out, so very open. Neuvillette plunged his hand in deeper, keeping his claws tucked towards his palm so as not to hurt him, fisting him hard and deep, his mate's vent throbbing around him, and Neuvillette's entire body tingled with burning arousal and instinctual need to breed his eager mate as he worked his hand inside him.

Wriothesley let out such beautiful sounds, a symphony of wails as Neuvillette dug his fangs into his throat and thrust into him, deep enough that he could feel the open hole of his cervix and nudged at it with one knuckle, growling at the way Wriothesley's body jumped and tensed and trembled around his fist. That hole was so hot, so slick, and so very soft, just like the rest of his beautiful vent.

"You are built like a dragon," he whispered against his throat, dragging his hand out just a little before shoving back in, making his mate cry out. When he pulled out again, he dug the meat of his palm up against the back of Wriothesley's cock, his mate shuddering so hard he thought he might come. "I can even feel your cock on the inside." Wriothesley sobbed at that, and Neuvillette pushed deep again, shoving right up against his cervix, dragging the back of one knuckle across that soft, wet hole. "And your womb. I wonder if this will change, too, to provide proper nutrients to my clutch when I fertilize my eggs inside you..."

"Please—" Wriothesley gasped, pulling at his Hydro bonds hard enough Neuvillette almost worried he might hurt himself.

"Relax," he thrummed, dipping down lower to drag his tongue between his mate's muscular tits and over curls of dark hair, tasting his skin and sweat. "Breathe."

Wriothesley did, breathing in the water, and it was only then that Neuvillette realized something. Hadn't he... left his Vision in the bedroom? Surely that was too far for him to be able to—

Well. Wriothesley was all right and that was what mattered. That was something to deal with later. Right now, he had something else to attend to.

"You're in my vent," Wriothesley sobbed, clenching up tight around him. "Oh fuck you're in me— in my vent—"

"Yes," Neuvillette purred, fucking into him slow and deep with his fist. "I'm so deep inside you, beloved." He uncurled his fingers just a little, pushing his knuckles against his cervix again, harder this time, enough that Wriothesley let out a broken little wail and Neuvillette could feel the swell of eggs inside him. "I can even feel my clutch like this." Wriothesley sobbed louder, his body so beautifully arched, muscles clenching around Neuvillette's hand.

"I always knew you were meant to be mine," he whispered against Wriothesley's gorgeous collar bones, dragging his fangs across his hot skin, "but you're even more perfect than I could have imagined back then." He let Hydro flow from his palm, pressing a thin stream of it through his mate's cervix and into his womb, coaxing him open a little further.

Wriothesley took in a shuddering breath, his body trembling against Neuvillette's, and he cupped the back of his mate's neck a little tighter just to ground him, thrumming in pleasure. Through the bond and the water, he could feel every inch of his mate. His skin, his muscles, the pumping of his blood, the arch of his body. He could feel the way his hard cock strained between his thighs, still encased in Hydro, and all the slick his vent produced, coating his fist again and again. He could feel the muscles of his vent trembling around him, all the way down to his wrist, and the fluttering hole of his cervix hot against his knuckles.

The clutch of eggs inside Wriothesley's womb clustered together on the other side of that hole as his mate clenched around them, and Neuvillette stretched him open further and further with his Hydro's aid, gathering up his eggs, caressing the curves of each one with his waters and tugging them down as his mate trembled in need.

"Wriothelsey," he purred, nuzzling up along the underside of his mate's chin. "You must lay my clutch now. And you may not come."

Wriothesley let out a choked up sob, his knees folded up, his still legs spread forcibly wide. Neuvillette wrapped his tail tight around one of his muscular thighs again, squeezing it and tugging on it to coax him to spread them even further.

Neuvillette thrummed soft and low as he stared through glowing eyes at his mate, spread out like a feast before him. Wriothesley arched his back, pulling at the Hydro bonds around his wrists and ankles, his pulse pounding wildly throughout his entire body. Every emotion leaked out into the water and the bond, all of his mate's arousal, intensified by his lingering heat, his desperation, even glimpses of his fantasies—of Neuvillette forcing Wriothesley to lay his second clutch, just as he'd forced the first, of Neuvillette marking and claiming him and filling him with eggs again—and Neuvillette wanted nothing more than to devour every inch of him.

"Please," Wriothesley whispered, straining and helpless, so Neuvillette hummed and extended his authority a little further, pushing more Hydro inside him, thrumming at the way it swirled and expanded inside his mate, at the way Wriothesley moaned as he filled his womb up even further, adding to the already obvious distention of his stomach.

"Wriothesley, were you aware that human muscles are composed largely of water?"

Wriothesely only let out a soft strangled sound and a cloud of bubbles into the water as he exhaled, shifting ever so slightly, his beautiful blue eyes squeezed shut and his lips parted. It was just barely a reply, his mate so very far gone.

Neuvillette's rhinophores twitched, flowing out behind him as they glowed. He was finding that when they were submerged, he could use them to try to sense his mate's emotions more keenly. The sound Wriothesley made had certainly been one of arousal, and the emotions he let out now confirmed that along with just a touch of confusion.

"Well, it's no matter," Neuvillette muttered, nudging gently up against his cervix again, his mate clenching and whimpering around his fist. "It isn't as though I'm giving you a choice."

Alongside the Hydro in his mate's womb, he could feel all the water moving through his body when he was honed in on him like this, and he focused in on only his strong abdominal muscles. With his authority, he seized them, using the water that flowed through them to coax those muscles to contract.

"What are you—" Wriothesley gasped, and then, "oh—" as he arched against Neuvillette, throwing his head back and letting out a strangled cry of ecstasy as his muscles moved not of his own will, but of Neuvillette's, squeezing the eggs inside him up against his cervix.

Neuvillette let out a ragged breath as he stared at his mate. Wriothesley was already doing so very well for him, and it would help with the laying of the eggs to stimulate him further.

Leaning down, he dragged his tongue across one of Wriothesley's pierced nipples, lapping at the hard nub as he gently began to fist his vent, spreading his fingers to pull him open wide as he forced his muscles to contract and then release, working to push his clutch eggs free.

"Oh fuck—," Wriothesley sobbed, trembling and crying out as he clenched up again. "Please!" He trembled harder, his back arched as far as he could manage, enough that the swell of his belly brushed Neuvillette's chest, coarse hair rubbing against his scales and drawing forth a low moan that he let out against Wriothesley's skin.

As much as Wriothesley wanted this, he didn't want his mate to be in pain, but there was more pleasure than pain coursing through him now, each of his cries devolving into loud moans. It was the heat, undoubtedly, and Neuvillette's pheromones that eased the egg laying process.

Even as Neuvillette seized his mate's abdominal muscles again, Wriothesley was clenching up on his own, groaning and sobbing as he pushed the first egg through his dilated cervix.

Neuvillette felt it pop out into his vent, growling quietly at the way Wriothesley twitched and sobbed against him as the soft, delicate sphere fell into Neuvillette's palm.

"Good boy," he purred, lapping at his nipple as Wriothesley cried out and strained, pushing another egg through.

"Fuck!" he cried out, his vent clenching so tight around Neuvillette's hand it made his fingers tingle. Then Wriothesley was relaxing again, sobbing as Neuvillette let out encouraging growls against the rise of his chest, licking at his nipple to help flood his body with arousal and heat hormones.

Cupping two eggs in his palm, he spread his fingers a little further inside Wriothesley, holding him wide open.

"Only a few more," he whispered. "Be good for me, Wriothesley."

Wriothesley sobbed and twitched and moaned as Neuvillette made his muscles contract and then relax. It grew easier after the first two, all the rest gathered up near his cervix now, and with careful deliberation and a break to breathe between each one, Neuvillette coaxed each egg free of his mate's womb.

"Fuck," Wriothesley cursed as the fifth egg popped into his vent and the sixth began to push through his cervix. "Fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck—"

As he strained to push the last one through, Neuvillette dissolved the bonds around his wrists and ankles and his arms burst free, flinging around Neuvillette's shoulders, curling into his hair, holding onto him tight as his entire body shook from the effort of laying his clutch.

"Please, more—" he begged, and Neuvillette growled soft and low, catching his nipple between his fangs, the metal piercing clinking against his teeth, tugging on it and licking it as Wriothesley sobbed.

His nipple was so hard and red now, swollen against his lips, absolutely delicious, and Wriothesley clenched around him, his vent burning hot and soaking wet, his body twitching and his moans growing louder.

With a shaky exhale, Neuvillette moved to the other nipple to begin working that one as well, coaxing it to grow hard and red. It wouldn't be much longer now, before Wriothesley laid his entire clutch, and Neuvillette pulled his hand towards his mate's entrance, stretching his opening wide and letting the little clutch of eggs gather more comfortably in his vent and against his open hand.

As the last egg popped free of his womb, Wriothesley let out the most beautiful, strangled cry, the emergence of the sixth egg pressing the rest of the clutch harder against Neuvillette's palm, stretching his mate out to the very brim. He pulled the Hydro from his womb as well, dissipating it slowly so as not to shock him, and dragged his tongue across his hardening nipple as his mate groaned in pleasure.

Neuvillette gave him a moment to adjust to holding the clutch in his vent, but Wriothesley was gasping desperately for breath, clawing at his shoulders and his hair, trying to wrap his other leg around Neuvillette's waist, his entire body straining to lay them.

"Don't come," Neuvillette gently reminded him, peering up at his blissed-out mate. Wriothesley only shuddered in reply, his head leaned back again, all of his skin flushed beautifully red and his darkened bond mark standing out against the slope of his shoulder.

He stared at that mark, letting out a deep, possessive growl, and tugged his hand free of his mate's vent. Wriothesley let out a sharp cry, one that quickly turned into a piercing curse as the eggs followed, beginning to pop free, practically falling out of his stretched-out vent, his muscles involuntarily forcing them out.

Wriothesley sobbed with each one, but it wasn't until the third that his body was wracked by a bright, searing orgasm, enough that he was twitching and shaking, nails digging into Neuvillette's scalp, muscles straining as he cried out.

Neuvillette clicked his tongue, and before the last two could pop out of him, shoved his hand back inside. It popped in easily and Wriothesley let out a broken sob as Neuvillette filled him again, urging the three remaining eggs right back up against his sore, open cervix. "I thought I told you not to come, dog."

Wriothesley trembled and shuddered against him, the orgasm still rolling over him as he moaned and cursed, and Neuvillette thrummed in delight at the flow of his pleasure. The bond was swollen with it, the emotion seeping into the water, into Neuvillette, enough that he nearly felt himself come to orgasm as well, his body trembling on the verge of it.

Twitching, growling, his wings and rhinophores twitching and his tail squeezing harder around his mate's thigh, Neuvillette dragged him closer by the back of his neck, curling his fingers around his Hydro collar. He wanted to see his mate's face, right now in the throes of pleasure, with his hand and three eggs buried deep inside him.

His expression was beautiful. Wriothesley was always beautiful when he came, but now that Neuvillette could feel it so potently—oh, it was exquisite. The way his eyes squeezed shut, dark lashes brushing his cheeks, his brow knit, his lips parted to reveal his sweet little canines, the tension in the lines of his neck and jaw, the way his hair pushed back from his face and waved in the water. He was always Neuvillette's, but in this moment especially. His, and only his.

"Perhaps a new rule is in order," Neuvillette whispered, leaning in to brush his mate's lips with his own, flicking his tongue out to lick at Wriothesley's canines, and if he was not mistaken they were actually a bit sharper than they used to be.

Wriothesley whimpered and parted his lips further for him, inviting him in. He really was such a good boy. "Since you came without my permission, why don't I get to decide when you stop?"

Wriothesley went very still, trembling, fingers curling in Neuvillette's hair. The message through the bond was nothing but yes, yes, yes, oh fuck yes, please— but that wasn't good enough.

"Your words, Wriothesley," he coaxed, dropping his voice so that it rang strong and deep through the water, even more powerfully than it would in court, enough that it traveled through the bond as well and he felt Wriothesley tense against him, felt the surge of arousal emanating from him.

"Yes," he whispered, soft and hoarse, eyes still closed. "Yes, sir."

"Good boy," Neuvillette praised, and leaned in to devour his mouth in a deep, biting kiss, forcing it wide open and driving his tongue into his mate's throat.

Wriothesley choked on it beautifully, eyes opening at last to go wide as Neuvillette shoved those three eggs hard up against his cervix, not pressing them through just digging them into him, rutting them deep inside him like he was fucking him, like he was trying to get him pregnant with them all over again, and as he growled deep into his mouth Wriothesley came for him, twitching and moaning.

Another, Neuvillette commanded through the bond, curling his fingers around one of his eggs, pulling it nearly to his entrance and fucking it back inside, knocking it against the others. Wriothesley shouted against his mouth, coming again as Neuvillette pulled hard on his collar to choke him just the way he liked, just enough to make him burn with the ecstasy of it.

But it wasn't enough. It wasn't enough to see Wriothesley coming over and over, to see him writhing in sheer unadulterated pleasure. He needed to be inside—inside his mate.

Dragging his tongue out, he watched as Wriothesley gulped down seawater, gasping for breath, his eyes rolled back in his head, his hands trembling as he tried to grab onto Neuvillette's hair, the silky strands flying out between his unsteady fingers. He was a gorgeous mess, his skin so hot to the touch, his nipples still red and hard, his thighs spread wide, and Neuvillette wanted.

The eggs had to come out first, but that was easy enough. He pulled the first right out through Wriothesley's gaping vent, his mate yelping, another orgasm coursing through his body as Neuvillette let the egg go.

Even before Wriothesley could beg for more, could beg to be filled again, Neuvillette shoved his hand back inside him, pushing it deep, ripping an aching groan and another orgasm out of his mate and taking another egg in hand. The last, he simply gripped with Hydro, pulling both of them free.

As the eggs popped out of him, following after his palm and his knuckles, dropping towards the depths of the pool, Wriothesley twitched and sobbed, shaking from another series of orgasms, begging for more and more through the bond, leaning in to seek Neuvillette's mouth, to beg for his lips and tongue.

Neuvillette gave in easily—it was impossible not to—crashing their mouths together again, sharing his breath, tasting the seawater between his lips, driving his tongue in to flatten Wriothesley's tongue and take over his mouth, filling him, licking at the back of his throat with his tongue's forked tip. Wriothesley gagged just a little, and that was gorgeous, too. He pushed his tongue deeper, feeling his mate go limp in his arms, giving in as Neuvillette drank in every delicious, blissful, desperate emotion.

"Fuck," Wriothesley gasped as Neuvillette pulled his tongue free again, biting at his mate's soft, swollen lips. He moaned and Neuvillette echoed it, gathering him up in his arms, dragging him closer. His mate's legs wrapped up around Neuvillette's hips, eager to be held closer, and Neuvillette wound his tail around Wriothesley's waist. "I'm so empty— sir—"

"Hush, I know," Neuvillette whispered back, low and heated, reaching down to gather both of his hard, aching cocks into his hand. He'd been ignoring them for the most part, but as soon as he touched them he hissed between his teeth. They were hot and sensitive and he wanted them inside his soft, open mate. "You won't be for very long."

"In my vent," Wriothesley whined, pressing their foreheads together, pressing his blunt nails against Neuvillette's shoulder blades, right near the bases of his wings where he was most sensitive. Pleasure unfurled across his back at the touch and he hissed again, grabbing his mate's hair and pulling hard.

"In your vent," he agreed against his lips. "Breeding you, just the way it should be."

Aligning their hips, he pushed the heads of both cocks up against his mate's soft, loose vent, angling them just right. He was still so very slick and Neuvillette could feel the muscle of his entrance fluttering weakly against him. Growling quietly, he pushed harder, both of them gasping as they popped inside.

Wriothesley let out a strangled little cry that Neuvillette swallowed with a warm, deep kiss, groaning as he thrust his hips and shoved them deeper inside.

Oh, his mate was so warm, so open, so wet. It was easy to slide in, he didn't even need Hydro, and that was just the way it should be. A gorgeous, willing mate to respond to his rut with a burning heat, with a hot, loose vent to bury his cocks in, to fill with eggs and breed.

Eyes falling closed, he let out shuddering, needy breaths as he started thrusting his hips, letting himself move by pure instinct alone, fucking into him at an even pace that felt good. He just wanted to lose himself in the pleasure of properly breeding his mate with no Hydro in the way to keep his issue from spilling deep inside that soft vent.

Squeezing his tail around his mate's waist, he used it to drag Wriothesley further onto his cocks as he rolled his hips. Wriothesley moaned, holding tight to Neuvillette's back, and he shuddered with each thrust, moving inside him faster and faster as Wriothesley's fingers pulled at the bases of his wings.

Pleasure was already shooting up his spine but he didn't want to come—not yet.

With a quiet growl, he grabbed Wriothesley's chin, nipping and licking at his mate's lips. Wriothesley stared at him blearily through half-closed eyes, and Neuvillette held that beautiful pale blue gaze.

"Wriothesley," he commanded, firm despite how much he felt like he was about to fall apart just from having him so close, from feeling him like this, from fucking him raw and deep with the full knowledge that Wriothesley, while not actively filled with eggs, was still in heat. "Bite me again, when I bite you. Bond with me again."

There was a vague sort of acknowledgement through the bond, and Neuvillette couldn't take it anymore. The blissed-out look on his mate's face was too much. He needed him.

Curling his lip, he bit hard at Wriothesley's mouth, making sure to draw blood as his mate moaned, licking it away a moment later, only to turn and press his face to his mate's neck. Wriothesley's bond mark was still soft and tender, marked with a fresh wound where he'd bit down earlier, and Neuvillette opened his mouth wide and sunk his teeth once more into that dark, bruised flesh.

Wriothesley cried out, arching against him, shuddering with an orgasm or something close to it, shoving himself down on Neuvillette's cocks, and at last he could feel himself bottoming out, shoving up hard against Wriothesley's cervix. So deep inside him, just the way he wanted.

Then he felt Wriothesley's lips against his own tender bond mark and his mate was biting him, too, sharp canines sinking in, easily breaking the skin.

With a shudder and a groan, Neuvillette bit down harder, his entire body clenching up at the sensation. He got one hand on the back of Wriothesley's neck, squeezing tight over his collar, the other pulling hard on one of his nipples, dragging him forcibly into another orgasm, his mate's wail muffled by Neuvillette's skin.

Neuvillette snarled, tasting his blood, drinking it down, feeling him through the bond. There was of course no sensation of it forming this time, only closeness. As he tasted his mate, he swore he could almost feel that he was Wriothesley, that it was Wriothesley's cocks shoved into his vent, breeding him full, that it was Wriothesley's tail tight around his waist, and at the same time—at the same time he knew full well that he was the dragon in power here, that Wriothesley was his to claim, his to breed, his and only his.

His thrusts grew harder, more erratic, deeper, and he held Wriothesley in place with his tail as he fucked into him faster and faster, driving his hips against his mate's as he snarled and bit at his neck, claws digging into his nape, his other hand reaching between them. He didn't want Wriothesley's Hydro cock, not right now, he just wanted him, so he reached once more through the Hydro to pull at hot flesh, grinding his claws against the base of his mate's hard length.

Wriothesley came apart beautifully in his arms as Neuvillette fucked him, each muffled cry followed by waves of pleasure pushing through the bond, his muscular body twitching and shaking in Neuvillette's arms, helpless as the orgasms rolled over him again and again.

Then, with a muffled roar, Neuvillette felt it—his own orgasm, finally about to burst free like a wave that had been trapped behind glass, tail pulling Wriothesley's hips hard against his own, tail tip thrashing, his rhinophores and wings glowing brighter and brighter as he drove his cocks as deep as he possibly could into his mate's soft, open vent, and at last he was spilling himself inside, the fluid of his ovipositor emptying into his mate, though there would be no eggs that followed this time.

It felt so good to release himself in his mate's vent, and he roared again with pleasure, rutting into him, his fangs still buried deep in his mate's bond mark.

Again—he wanted to spill himself again—and he dragged Wriothesley's hips closer still, thrusting his own desperately, snarling at the way Wriothesley's body clenched up around him, so unbelievably hot, so perfectly wet, the bump of his cervix so deliciously good against the heads of his cocks.

He angled up against that hole, gasping as he pounded against it and felt Wriothesley clench up with another orgasm, his mate's muffled cries absolutely gorgeous. He could hear him begging through the bond, begging to be bred, filling Neuvillette's mind with vibrant images of Wriothesley round with his clutch and his cum, and Neuvillette bit down harder, so hard Wriothesley cried out again, straining and clenching around him, scrambling at his shoulders, pulling at his hair.

His tail squeezed tighter around Wriothesley's waist, and Wriothesley gasped in his arms, sobbing as Neuvillette thrust again and again. It almost felt as though his cocks were growing larger inside his mate, or perhaps he was imagining it, perhaps they were just that hard, but they felt so very heavy, so thick and full, even his balls nearly pushing out of his vent as he strained to thrust deeper.

Shuddering and snarling, claws digging into the back of Wriothesley's neck, his other hand pushing against his mate's belly and his hard cock, Neuvillette at last buried in deep, stiling as he spilled—this time his seed—and he moaned as all of the pent up issue he hadn't already spilled into his ass gushed into his mate, filling his vent and his womb.

Dragging his fangs free, he licked over the mark, threw his head back and groaned in delight and triumph, and Wriothesley grabbed his face and pulled him into a deep, aching kiss.

Neuvillette wrapped his arms tight around him, his skin tingling. His fingers, his hands, his arms all the way up to his elbows throbbed, and he let out inhuman snarl after snarl into their kisses, biting at Wriothesley's lips, tail tip thrashing, fucking his seed deep into him again and again.

His cock, too, ached, burned, but it felt so good. His eyes rolled back in his head as they kissed and he could feel the ridges along both cocks flaring inside his mate in a way they never had before, spreading out and swelling almost like a knot to keep him locked inside, and it was... new but... it felt right. Like his body was finally recognizing that Wriothesley was his true, bonded mate.

Wriothesley echoed his moan, kissed him harder, and shuddered against him as another orgasm rolled over his mate's strong, gorgeous body, and Neuvillette pulled him closer, pushed his tongue into his mouth and kissed him deeper, growling into it as he fucked them both through their orgasms.

He only stilled when it was Wriothesley who began to purr, Wriothesley who was pouring soothing thoughts into their bond, Wriothesley who was tenderly stroking his back and his hair, kissing him soft and sweet instead of hard and desperate.

Neuvillette let his eyes refocus, blinking at his mate as they kissed. Wriothesley's eyes were closed, but he was more relaxed now, smiling a little, his thick, warm fingers rubbing soothing circles along the patches of scales near the bases of Neuvillette's wings.

"Hey," he whispered as he nipped at Neuvillette's upper lip. "I'm here. You've got me. You bred me so good. I'm all yours, baby."

Slowly, he found himself relaxing in Wriothesley's arms, kissing him gently in return, his sounds shifting from snarling and growling to a low, contended purr.

"I'm so stretched out around you, I'm going to be so full of your fertilized eggs," Wriothesley muttered, one hand slipping between them to rest over his belly. "Your clutch, baby. Our clutch." It wasn't true, but it was a good thought, and Neuvillette found himself relaxing further, his instincts... subsiding.

Wriothesley's eyes opened, and when their gazes met, his mate smiled a little more, tired but happy. "Is it helping?"

Neuvillette nodded. "Yes. I... thank you. I... apologize."

Wriothesley shook his head, cupping his cheek. A strong thumb rubbed at the corner of Neuvillette's lips, and he let his own eyes fall closed, leaning into that touch. "No. No apologizing, remember? It's good. You feel so good in me right now."

"You're still in subspace," he pointed out. Because it was true.

Wriothesley only shrugged. "It's all right."

"No." Neuvillette shook his head, gently taking Wriothesley's hand, kissing his palm and tugging him a little closer. "Let me care for you, beloved." He nuzzled his mate's cheek and his stubbly jaw. Holding Wriothesley close, he rotated them in the water, turning them around, kicking his feet lazily to push them a little deeper into the water, until they nearly brushed along the waving romaritime flowers growing up from the bottom, sheltering the clutch Wriothesley had laid.

Wriothesley sighed against him, tucking his face into the side of Neuvillette's neck, breathing him in as he ran his fingers through Neuvillette's long hair. Neuvillette did the same, lips pressed to the base of Wriothesley's ear, floating with him as he cupped the back of his neck above his collar.

"I wish to take you back to our bed," he whispered, scenting him, trailing his fangs along the shell of his ear. "I wish to claim you again."

Wriothesley nodded, letting out a quiet sigh, fingers tightening in Neuvillette's hair.

Purring, Neuvillette nuzzled his ear and the side of his neck. "As much as I enjoy claiming you in the water, I cannot get quite as deep as gravity would allow."

His mate let out a quiet needy sound at that, pressing an open-mouthed kiss just beneath Neuvillette's jaw that felt so good. Soft. Warm. He thrummed, letting his tail unwind from around his mate, trailing along behind them as they swam in slow, lazy circles together.

When Neuvillette opened his eyes again, he pulled his hand away from the back of Wriothesley's neck, glancing at his arm. It was... strange. He'd felt it, and he could see it now... he was used to his fingers and hands covered in blue scales, but they were spreading, thick clusters of them growing halfway up his forearm. He hummed in thought and Wriothesley made a soft, questioning sound. It wasn't something he wanted to think too hard about at the moment. Only his mate. Only Wriothesley.

Rather than say anything, he simply coaxed him into another kiss, soft and slow and deep, letting Wriothesley lick into his mouth for once, his mate's tongue pressing between his fangs, and Neuvillette sucked gently on it, listening to him moan.

Just once more, he would take him. Just one more time, hopefully enough to chase away the remains of his rut and Wriothesley's heat.

When their kiss broke, he pushed the two of them back to the surface, giving Wriothesley a moment to cough and splutter and adjust to the air before Neuvillette pulled his mate against him and rose out of the pool. He didn't particularly care for stairs at the moment, and he doubted he could consider himself a proper Hydro Dragon Sovereign if he didn't use his authority for his mate's sake on occasion.

With his wings still unfurled and his rhinophores lengthened, he thrummed quietly to keep Wriothesley from being too alarmed as they rose into the air above the pool, holding his mate tight against him in one arm as the water fell away from them and evaporated at his command.

"Fuck," Wriothesley whispered, clinging tight to his back as he stared down at the water. "Could you always fly like this?"

Neuvillette hummed at that, rhinophores twitching. It wasn't so much proper flight but... he wasn't about to argue with his blissed-out mate. "Did you not notice earlier?"

"Earlier?" Wriothesley blinked at him. So... that was a no, then.

"Yes," he sighed. "I am lately coming to regret the construction of this bath. I find the raised edge unnecessary and should have requested it be set into the ground. Unfortunately at the time, I was rather overwhelmed and wasn't able to see to most of its assembly. Furina assisted with the selection, however, it was clearly not the ideal choice, the trouble with the raised edge a feature that I unfortunately overlooked in my haste and—" Well. Maybe now wasn't the time to be thinking of such things, either.

Carefully and slowly, he set his feet back on the ground, holding Wriothesley against him and summoning his cane into his other hand as he carried him to bed. Wriothesley had his face pressed into his hair and seemed to be growing dazed again.

"We could fix it," he suggested softly, and if anything Neuvillette was impressed his mate had been paying attention at all.

He smiled. "Perhaps."

And it struck him, how easily Wriothesley said 'we' when a mere few months ago, his mate had been so awkward when spending time together in his rooms. It really was becoming theirs. And as he glanced back at the bath, he wondered if perhaps... they should fix it. After all, if they were to have children, the location would need to be as ideal as possible. They would need to expand the pool for when they grew older and... well. Yes, perhaps they ought to have that conversation at a later time.

Purring softly, he nuzzled at Wriothesley's neck, carrying him to the bed. He took keen note of the way Wriothesley's breath hitched when he heard the sound of Neuvillette's cane clicking against the floor, arousal flooding his scent again. It was enough to make him part his lips, baring his fangs against Wriothesley's skin as he carried him to his nest.

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When they reached the bed, Neuvillette shoved him down onto it with such force that Wriothesley moaned, the Iudex's cane tossed aside so that it disappeared in a flurry of Hydro. Wriothesley pulled him down by his hair, dragging him into a kiss, and Neuvillette pushed his thighs back, tilting his hips up, shoving his cocks in deeper again.

Wriothesley moaned louder, arching his back, and gasped against his lips. Fuck, Neuvillette's cocks... something had happened after Neuvillette came in him the last time. They felt bigger, thicker, the ridges flared not just along the underside but all around both cocks, digging into his inner walls, grinding against him in a way that made his entire body tremble with pleasure and need. Both heads already bullied his cervix, but he still wanted more, deeper.

Neuvillette's arms pinned him in on either side, and when their kiss broke, he turned his head just enough to catch a glimpse of shimmering blue scales trailing up his mate's forearms. Those had definitely not been there before and Wriothesley sucked in a quiet breath, grabbing onto his mate's scaly wrist and squeezing. The scales there were larger than before too, hard and smooth.

"Neuvillette," he whispered, only mildly alarmed considering that this bond business was new territory for both of them but...

Neuvillette shook his head. "It's all right," he muttered. "Just relax, beloved."

Wriothesley whined when his mate began rutting into him and all thought fell from his head as he closed his eyes. Yes that was good, fuck that was good, and the arousal was hot and tight in the pit of his stomach. Even without the eggs inside him, Neuvillette filled him up just right, and he wanted... he wanted...

"Fuck me," he whispered, staring up at his mate, meeting his bright, glowing eyes. "Hard."

"I will," Neuvillette promised against his lips, kissing him soft and slow.

Disentangling his fingers from Neuvillette's hair, Wriothesley reached down between them, pressing his hands along his belly, moaning at the way he could feel Neuvillette's cocks inside, the thick, twin lengths wonderfully hard inside him.

Neuvillette kissed him again, each brush of their lips filled with a slow adoration, and Wriothesley moved his hands lower, touching the Hydro cock that pressed up along his belly. "You can get rid of this for now," he muttered, and without another word it vanished. His thumbs brushed against either side of his own hard cock and he shuddered at the warm sensation. Then there, just beneath it, he could feel the place where their bodies joined together. The slickness of Neuvillette's vent, the little scales that lined the edges, and the bases of his mate's cocks, stretching his cunt—his vent—until his entrance strained.

He couldn't stop thinking about Neuvillette calling it his vent. His vent... like a dragon's.

Groaning, he tugged dark curls of his own hair out of the way, got his fingers on his folds and forcibly pulled them aside, arching his hips.

"What are you doing?" Neuvillette whispered, but it became incredibly apparent a moment later when his cocks slid in just a few centimeters deeper.

Wriothesley gasped and Neuvillette echoed it, thrusting down inside him hard enough it made Wriothesley shudder, arching his back and his neck towards his mate. "Fuck," he gasped, "Yes— deeper—"

He tried to tug his folds apart even further, to cram every inch of Neuvillette inside. His mate growled low in his throat, rolling his hips, shoving downward to aid him and Wriothesley's eyes rolled back in his head as he felt more, and then just a little bit more cock slipping inside him, the bases stretching him out so good.

"Fuck me like that," he whispered, begged, "Please," and Neuvillette obliged.

Wriothesley held himself open as his mate began to pull out. Those flared ridges tugged at him on the inside, dragging along the walls of his vent, and he groaned as the arousal burned through him.

"Fuck yes—" he moaned as the first ridge of both cocks popped out, dragging up along the head of his own hard cock, and Wriothesley gasped, trembling like he might come.

The second set of ridges popped out of him and he clasped one hand to his mouth as he gasped, only for Neuvillette to growl, tugging it away and forcing his hand onto the pillow, their fingers tangled tight.

The third set of ridges popped out, grinding against his cock again and his eyes rolled back in his head as he moaned, a little half-orgasm rolling over him.

"Good boy," Neuvillette whispered against his lips, his voice so deep and— fuck, he was going to come, thighs shaking as he tried to draw them back even further.

Neuvillette forcibly grabbed his other hand, pinning that one to the pillows as well, squeezing Wriothesley's hands in his own, thick fingers entwined with Neuvillette's thin scaly ones, and his mate held him there, strong enough that he couldn't have moved away even if he'd wanted to.

Then, not hard or fast at all, Neuvillette eased his cocks back inside, each ridge dragging against Wriothesley's cock before popping in, making his body twitch, drawing whimpers and whines from between his lips.

He was coming, he couldn't help it, each orgasm a weak, shuddering thing as it drew through him, the pleasure tingling between his thighs and in the pit of his stomach. Neuvillette didn't even press in as deep as he'd been before, just pulled back out of him again, dragging the ridges purposefully against the head of Wriothesley's hard, aching cock, his cunt making such slick, wet sounds each time those ridges popped out and then pushed back in.

Each time, each ridge, his entire body jumped with another little orgasm, his eyes rolled back in his head, his muscles weak and shaky, but he still wanted more.

"You like that," Neuvillette whispered, fangs dragging across his lips, and all Wriothesley could manage was to open his mouth enough to let the tip of Neuvillette's tongue slide inside, tasting him gently.

It was more than apparent just how much Wriothesley liked it, so he only moaned in reply. Neuvillette pushed in again, seating himself more fully, rolling their hips together. His mate's arousal was burning through the bond too, the sensation of pulling out and then pushing back in to Wriothesley's vent driving him mad despite how calm he appeared.

The next time Neuvillette pulled out it was faster, and Wriothesley gasped, eyes suddenly wide as the ridges popped out of him in quick succession before shoving back in. Another, more violent orgasm wracked his body when Neuvillette pushed deep inside, and Wriothesley clenched up around him, squeezing his mate's hands tight, gasping for breath.

"More?" Neuvillette breathed, shaky, nipping at his lips, and Wriothesley nodded. So he did it again and this time—this time he didn't come, but fuck it felt so good and he was getting close to another mind-numbing orgasm, he could feel it. Something about the way Neuvillette filled him, the way he stretched him out on the inside and the stimulation against his cock was—fuck, it was perfect.

Neuvillette pulled out again, Wriothesley shuddering and sobbing as each ridge popped free, the slick sounds of his vent wet and disgusting, and each time the ridges caught against his cock he shook beneath his mate.

This time, when Neuvillette pushed back in, it was hard and fast, and Wriothesley gasped, felt his body seize up and, "Oh fuck, please," spilled from his lips. He needed it deep, needed to be full, and Neuvillette growled and began to rut into him just the way he needed, grinding both cockheads into his cervix, rubbing his vent against Wriothesley's cock to get him that slick, hot stimulation, and the orgasm crested inside him like a rising wave.

When it crashed over him, he shouted in pleasure, throwing his head back, drawing his thighs up, squeezing Neuvillette's hands so tight in his own he would have been afraid he'd hurt him if he'd been anyone else. He jerked his hips up against Neuvillette's, sobbing as wave after wave of pleasure rushed through his entire body, and then Neuvillette was buried in deep, groaning and snarling as his own orgasm overcame him, and he was spilling himself deep inside again.

That sensation, that knowledge, only drew Wriothesley's orgasm out further, and he could feel Neuvillette's cock throbbing inside him, could feel the ridges of both cocks twitching against him on the inside, could feel them flare just a little further, really trying to lock his cocks inside this time.

Fuck it was so good, and only belatedly did he realize he was muttering, "Fuck, fuck, fuck," out loud against his mate's lips as Neuvillette nipped and licked at his mouth and ground their hips together.

When it at last subsided, really subsided this time, he felt... raw, but relaxed.

Letting out a long, trembling sigh, he let his body go limp, until he could coax even the tensed up muscles of his abdomen to let go.

Gently, he lowered his thighs away from his chest, setting his feet back on the bed, and Neuvillette was kissing him.

It was soft, slow and sweet, and Wriothesley opened his mouth and let him in, humming in contentment as his mate's fangs glided across his lips and his tongue prodded at Wriothesley's.

When Neuvillette pulled away, letting go of his hands, Wriothesley flexed his fingers and tried to lean up on one arm. Neuvillette shook his head, coaxing him back down into their nest, and he went where his mate clearly wanted him, closing his eyes.

Thin, cool fingers stroked his hair, combing gently through it and Wriothesley... purred.

Yeah. That was a new thing. He couldn't even say how he knew to do it, or how it worked. It just... did. He was relaxed and happy, so he purred, the sound emerging in a low rumble from his throat.

The swell of happiness he felt from Neuvillette through the bond in response to that sound was so overwhelmingly sweet that he smiled, eyes closed, and tried to purr a little louder for him.

"Wriothesley," Neuvillette muttered, voice breaking like he might cry, and Wriothesley looked up at his mate.

His wings were gone now, his rhinophores no longer lengthened, but his tail was still present, draped across their nest of clothes and blankets behind him. He wondered... if that would be a permanent fixture of the Chief Justice now, or if he could control its appearance.

Neuvillette tilted his head a little at that, glanced back at his tail, but said nothing, returning his attention to Wriothesley almost immediately.

Scaly hands cupped his cheeks, clawtips rubbing at his temples. They ran down along his stubbly jaw and the scars along his neck, down across his collarbones and his hairy chest.

Then Neuvillette sat back, cupping Wriothesley's tits, palms resting gently over his nipples. He got a little stirring of pleasure from that and smiled as he watched his gorgeous mate, purring in contentment.

They stared at each other a long moment, happiness and love radiating through the bond, Neuvillette's purr responding loudly to his own. His tail curled around, draping protectively over Wriothesley's stomach as though there were still eggs deep inside, and Wriothesley let out a little laugh.

"Eventually," he promised, trailing his fingers along that section of Neuvillette's tail, feeling how soft and smooth the pale scales were. Shifting his hips, he let out a quiet groan. "Fuck, you're big inside me."

"Apologies," Neuvillette muttered, rhinophores drooping minutely. "I don't believe it would be wise to pull out yet."

Wriothesley shook his head, squeezing his mate's tail gently. "I'm not complaining. It's all right." He reached his other hand up towards Neuvillette. "Come closer. I want you."

That made his mate smile. "I'm right here," he promised, "and you did so well, Wriothesley. You were such a good boy for me."

Wriothesley beamed and flushed at the praise. "Thank you," he whispered back, meaning that more than he could say, and Neuvillette leaned down until their torsos were pressed together and they were kissing again.

Wriothesley cupped his mate's cheeks, drawing him closer, rubbing his thumbs along those high cheekbones. As he emerged from subspace and was capable of some semblance of coherent thought, it was settling again in just how wonderful this was. Him. The bond. Forever. It made his chest tight, made his heart pound and ache, and he dragged Neuvillette closer, opening his mouth wider into their kiss.

"Neuvillette," he whispered when he came up for air, then kissed him again, slow and deep. "Neuvillette, Neuvillette."

Neuvillette purred louder in reply, tangling his fingers up into Wriothesley's hair and kissing him just as soft, just as deep. "Beloved," he muttered, "Wriothesley," and he pushed his tongue into his mouth again.

Wriothesley welcomed it, moaning softly, his eyes closed. As much as he loved the usual intensity of their kisses, this was all he needed right now. Neuvillette kissing him deep, exploring his mouth with his tongue as though he hadn't intimately explored it a hundred times before, drinking in his saliva and letting each of Wriothesley's emotions punch through him.

Wriothesley could feel them, too, the echoes of his own emotions through the bond. His overwhelming love, his dedication, his trust. Each one made Neuvillette weak in the knees, made his chest clench, made the old dragon want to devour him and keep him and treasure him. Neuvillette echoed each emotion, pressing the full strength of his love into their bond.

He was breathless by the time Neuvillette reluctantly let him go, almost dizzy with something that wasn't quite arousal but sheer pleasure, the incredible joy of their shared bond, of their emotions resonating with each other so powerfully in a way he'd never felt, not even when they'd been bonded before.

"I believe," Neuvillette muttered, his voice trembling, just as clearly overwhelmed as Wriothesley was, "I should be able to pull out of you now."

Wriothesley didn't want him to. Not really, but... but as the heat left his system, it would be for the best. So, he nodded.

Neuvillette was so very gentle with him, pulling out just a little as they both gasped. His cocks really were so thick, and Wriothesley grabbed and squeezed his mate's hand as Neuvillette pulled out further.

"Fuck," Wriothesley hissed, shifting his hips up. "So fucking big... go slow." The ridges had mostly flattened again but they were still prominent, tugging at him on the inside as they popped out. And he'd nearly forgotten just how much cock there was inside him. Every time he thought that had to be all of it there was more, and he moaned as both lengths pulled free little by little.

When the heads at last popped out, he whined at the loss, and immediately felt a rush of cum pushing out of his sore, open vent.

With a quiet growl, three of Neuvillette's fingers pushed inside to stop it, forcing it back in, and Wriothesley threw his head back against the pillow and groaned.

"Fuck," he hissed, arching his hips. That felt—that felt really good, and when Neuvillette growled again, it sent a shiver up his spine. His mate pushed his fingers and his own cum deep inside, twisting and rubbing them up against his cervix and the back of his cock as Wriothesley whimpered and rolled his hips.

When Neuvillette tugged his fingers out again, he brought them not to his own lips, but to Wriothesley's. "Open," he commanded, and Wriothesley did so without question.

Three slick fingers pushed into his mouth, pressing down on his tongue, and he closed his lips around them, moaning quietly as he sucked on them. They tasted like his own heady slick and the salty seawater taste of Neuvillette's cum.

Obediently, he licked his mate's fingers clean until not a drop remained, swallowing it all down. Only then did Neuvillette draw his fingers out again, thrumming with pleasure, rhinophores perked up and eyes glowing just a little.

"Good boy," he muttered, stroking the line of Wriothesley's jaw and down along the top of the Hydro collar he still wore. Wriothesley whimpered softly in reply and grinned, licking his lips. Oh, how he loved that praise. He could have basked in it endlessly.

A part of him wanted to fuck even more, but the most he managed was to reach between his legs to push two fingers into himself, both checking the mess and curious just how open he was.

The answer was very. So very open.

"Shit," he whispered, drawing his fingers out to stare at the residual slick that coated them. Then with a sigh, he slumped into their nest and let out a shuddering, exhausted breath.

"Mm," Neuvillette agreed with a quiet hum, leaning down over him until his mate was laying fully on top of him, their bodies aligned, touching just about everywhere they possibly could be. Neuvillette's tail wound around their legs, one of his hands tangling back into Wriothesley's hair. Wriothesley reached for the other one, entwining their fingers, wrapped his other arm tight around his shoulders, and pressed his face to the slope of Neuvillette's neck, right over his bond mark, breathing in the remains of his rut pheromones.

He wanted to... try something.

Curling his lip back just like Neuvillette usually did, he tried to think how he might do this and in the end just... gave in to whatever strange draconic instinct he was starting to develop, just like he had with the purr.

When he did that, well... scenting felt natural, and he found himself closing his eyes, purring as he trailed his lips and tongue over his mate's bond mark, but rather than Hydro residue, found Neuvillette's skin growing a bit colder to the touch as he coated his skin with a thin layer of Cryo.

"Wriothesley," Neuvillette breathed, choking up again. His mate knew. It was very obvious what he was doing. And with a shaky, overwhelmed purr, one of Neuvillette's thin arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him close as his mate scented him in turn, dragging his fangs and tongue over the slope of Wriothesley's neck, back and forth over his own bond mark.

He could have laughed with joy at how sweet it was, how good it felt. How right. But as he drew from his Vision, something else distantly occurred to him. His Vision was here, on the side table. He hadn't taken it to the bath, and that distance was typically too far for him to make use of it and so...

He had been breathing underwater for quite some time. Without it.

Another effect of the bond? So much was already happening, he could hardly keep track, but he liked it. Every change, every new development, every second of this with him. Neuvillette. His mate. His bonded mate.

As they purred and scented each other, their bodies pressed close, all he could think was that he never wanted this to end. He wanted to be curled in a warm nest with his mate, safe and at home, forever and ever. At the least, he knew they could remain there for some time yet. Cool down from their heat and rut, from their domspace and subspace, curl up together, sleep and talk and then, slowly, get up and clean themselves and eat.

After that, well... Unfortunately, duty called, and they had lives to return to in a day or so but... at least he knew he would always have this to return to, and through the bond, his mate enthusiastically agreed.