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legs, under the pants.

“Take them off,” Jisten whispered into Rak’s ear.

Rak eased the pants down, kneeling to pull them off over Jisten’s feet. He had to remove Jisten’s boots and socks first, a process which he prolonged by massaging each newly bared foot with strong fingers. Jisten enjoyed the foot massage until Rak kissed them.

“S’Rak, don’t kiss my feet,” Jisten said, feeling pained, “You’re my superior.”

Rak chuckled softly but he didn’t argue. He straightened up, pulled Jisten’s shorts down, and nuzzled Jisten’s sex. “May I kiss this instead?”

When Jisten moaned an agreement, Rak kissed his cock thoroughly. Then he added tongue. Jisten stroked Rak’s wings, enjoying the way they pressed into his hands as he swept down the first finger-spar as far as his arms could reach. He skipped inward to the second spar and stroked upwards, then to the third spar and down, then up the fourth. Rak shuddered in pleasure beneath his hands, and sucked Jisten’s shaft into his mouth. Now Jisten shuddered and his long sweeps became small massaging circles on the armature of the wings.

Rak moaned around his mouthful, but his equisite stimulation didn’t let up for a moment. Jisten felt his knees trembling as the blowjob progressed, and it was all he could do to remain upright. He massaged Rak’s wings with a gentle touch, trying to return even a small amount of the incredible pleasure Rak was giving him. Jisten climaxed, and Rak swallowed every drop, and then kissed his way up Jisten’s torso.

Jisten continued his wing stimulation. Once Rak reached his mouth, he kissed back and whispered, “I want to bring you off, love.”

Rak pressed against him. “Then enter me,” he replied.

Jisten turned him around and pressed him against his dragon, massaging his firm buttocks. Rak eagerly pushed himself back into Jisten’s hands.

Jisten loosened Rak’s opening with a finger before he pushed in, well lubricated from the blowjob. Rak moaned and pushed himself more fully onto Jisten’s massive shaft. Between the two of them, Jisten was fully in Rak after only a few thrusts. Jisten kissed Rak’s neck and shoulders as he thrust in and out, setting a strong rhythm. Rak worked in counterpoint, internal muscles busy also, and his wings stroked Jisten’s sides with each thrust.

“How long do you want me to hold back?” Jisten whispered.

“Nnnggg,” replied Rak, and Jisten realized that his partner was so ready he was thrumming with the tension of his need for release.

Jisten squeezed Rak close and he exploded deep within the Loftoni. Rak’s exclamation at the combined releases echoed. Even Scorth thrummed and Jisten blushed as they vibrated with it. Rak relaxed against Jisten, still holding the Valer inside him. Jisten sank to the ground and cuddled him. Scorth’s tail coiled about them, so that they lay in the protected circle of the dragon.

When Jisten thought Rak was asleep, he whispered, “I won’t leave you at the mercy of the rapists, like I did as a raw recruit. Never again.”

Rak’s eyes opened. “Jisten, please be careful.”

Jisten groaned. “You’re a very light sleeper. I’ve learned much since I was a raw recruit.” He kissed Rak and a brief tongue wrestle occurred.

“I will not try to extract a promise from you, but I will ask that you use caution and try not to get caught, or worse, killed.”

Jisten ran his hands through Rak’s short hair. “I agree. I’ve been thwarted twice. And Scorth’s been hurt. I’ll be more careful. Teach me about sun priests. And magic.”

Rak stretched against Jisten’s length. “What? Right now?”

Jisten stroked Rak’s wings. “Why not? I can oil your wings and you can teach me.”

“That calls for getting up,” said Rak.

“I can oil lying down.”

“Hmm,” said Rak. His eyes twinkled with interest.

Jisten felt in his tunic pocket and drew out a vial of oil. He unstoppered it with one hand and tipped it onto his fingers. He lazily oiled the topmost wing. “I don’t think I can stick a dagger in him,” Jisten said conversationally. “I don’t have Kal’s skills. But he’s bound to be prepared against crossbows, too.”

“He will be guarded against any physical attack now,” said Rak. “Two attempts, so close together, he will be wary, very wary. I suggest you wait.”

Jisten swept down Rak’s spars with a flourish. “That has merit. So long as I can try again later. Yes?”

“Much, much later. He will ask his friends for help at this point.”

Jisten chuckled. “The man doesn’t know what a friend is. Photas says the other sun priests loathe him.” He switched oils and started on sail membranes. “He hates bugs. Can you talk to bugs and make them infest the sun chapel?”

“Easily.”

Jisten rubbed the edge of Rak’s wing between his thumb and forefinger in a sensuous circle. Rak mmm’d and grew distracted.

* * * *

See if he can orgasm four hundred times like in the dream, Scorth sent privately. Better yet, have that dream again. I liked his silver and black wings. Scorth utterly ignored that Rak couldn’t control his dreams. But leave out the harness. Disgraceful.

Jisten was kissing Rak, blissfully unaware of the mental conversation. Rak broke off the kiss and said, “Excuse me. I need to kill my dragon now.”

Jisten looked at Scorth with confusion. “Why? He’s lying perfectly still.”

He’s so mean to me

, Scorth mourned.

And I was

hurt.

Rak threw a stick at Scorth’s head. It bounced off at an angle, and Scorth incinerated it once it was safe to do so.

Jisten rubbed the big black tail coiled around them. “S’Rak, be nice,” he teased. “He was hurt trying to defend you.”

Rak gave Jisten his best pity-me look, the one that his grandmother always said made him look like a mournful puppy. “Now you are taking his side? Ah, I yield. I am outnumbered.”

Jisten cupped Rak’s face and kissed him deeply, with lots of tongue. “Now pay attention to me,” he said once they came up for air.

Four hundred tiiiiiiimmmesssss

.

“It was only one hundred and three,” said

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