So, I have been ordered asked by grimm_psyke to participate in this year's Eggs and Bunny Day of Porn. So...gimme prompts, yo. I'm doing it for the whole weekend.
Cinder scooted back, stifling a gasp. Before him stood a dragon, scales blood red and shining in the sun. He'd come out here with the prince, but he'd disappeared awhile ago…and now Cinder was more than convinced that this dragon had eaten him. Smoke curled from its nostrils as it shuffled forward, snapping its jaws. Cinder whimpered, certain that he would die. In a last bid for survival, Cinder scrambled to his feet, grabbed a large rock, and pitched it at the dragon…only for it to fall short.
"Oh, bugger," he whispered, feeling about ready to cry. He didn't want to be eaten by a dragon!
The dragon continued forward and loomed over him, jaws wide and revealing razor-sharp teeth. Unable to do anything else, Cinder squeezed his eyes shut and waited to be eaten. He yelped in shock when a large tongue swiped across his cheek. His eyes flew open, staring at the grinning dragon. The long tongue came out again, making Cinder topple back in surprise; then the dragon was above him and Cinder's heart was pounding and a claw was ripping open his shirt…
And then a very familiar figure had replaced the giant lizard in a cloud of smoke, a mouth latched onto his. Cinder let out a surprised grunt, wrenching his head away.
"A-Alis?!"
Alistair grinned down at him, exotic yellow eyes as bright as ever.
"You look positively delicious, love," he purred, hands sliding down his sides.
Cinder shivered, catching his wrists. "Alis, what was that? You…are you a dragon?"
Alistair tilted his head to the side, the picture of innocence. "You didn't know?" His head ducked in again, teeth nibbling at his throat. Cinder groaned, eyes fluttering as Alistair paid special attention to his weak spot.
"Of-of course I didn't!" he managed, trying to resist. "How was I to know my husband was a dragon?"
A low chuckle met his words, wet mouth sliding down to his nipples to suck and lick at each of them until Cinder was a trembling mess. He gave up on words, his arms moving up to wrap around Alistair's shoulders, fingers twisting in the long, dark red hair. The scent of exotic spices filled his nose as he leaned up to brush his lips across Alistair's lips, eyes fluttering as his mouth moved lower…and lower…
His teeth dug into his lip, knees jerking up and out. Alistair's fingers made quick work of his plackets, exposing his growing erection to the warm summer's air. His breath quickened, moans muffled as that hot mouth wrapped around and swallowed him down. Teeth scraped in just the right way, long tongue tracing veins and sensitive spots until Cinder could no longer hold the cries in, his fingers attempting to shield them from the air. Alistair's fingers wrapped around his wrist and wrenched that hand away, before he swallowed Cinder even deeper, his other fingers moving farther between his legs. A few teasing prods had Cinder groaning low in his throat, muscles clenching and legs trembling as he abruptly came, his pants brushing against the loose strands of Alistair's hair.
Alistair pulled away, licking his lips with a wide smile. He leaned in to nuzzle behind Cinder's ear, making him moan softly.
"Yes, love," he murmured, words making very little sense to Cinder's lust-addled brain. "I am a dragon."
Sweet! And totally fun that the prince is a dragon, and that he chooses to reveal it in such a sexy (and terrifying--poor Cinder, thinking he was going to die!) way. ^__^ Thanks for writing for my prompt! *snugs*
Cinder and the Dragon
Date: 2011-04-28 05:25 am (UTC)From:Cinder scooted back, stifling a gasp. Before him stood a dragon, scales blood red and shining in the sun. He'd come out here with the prince, but he'd disappeared awhile ago…and now Cinder was more than convinced that this dragon had eaten him. Smoke curled from its nostrils as it shuffled forward, snapping its jaws. Cinder whimpered, certain that he would die. In a last bid for survival, Cinder scrambled to his feet, grabbed a large rock, and pitched it at the dragon…only for it to fall short.
"Oh, bugger," he whispered, feeling about ready to cry. He didn't want to be eaten by a dragon!
The dragon continued forward and loomed over him, jaws wide and revealing razor-sharp teeth. Unable to do anything else, Cinder squeezed his eyes shut and waited to be eaten. He yelped in shock when a large tongue swiped across his cheek. His eyes flew open, staring at the grinning dragon. The long tongue came out again, making Cinder topple back in surprise; then the dragon was above him and Cinder's heart was pounding and a claw was ripping open his shirt…
And then a very familiar figure had replaced the giant lizard in a cloud of smoke, a mouth latched onto his. Cinder let out a surprised grunt, wrenching his head away.
"A-Alis?!"
Alistair grinned down at him, exotic yellow eyes as bright as ever.
"You look positively delicious, love," he purred, hands sliding down his sides.
Cinder shivered, catching his wrists. "Alis, what was that? You…are you a dragon?"
Alistair tilted his head to the side, the picture of innocence. "You didn't know?" His head ducked in again, teeth nibbling at his throat. Cinder groaned, eyes fluttering as Alistair paid special attention to his weak spot.
"Of-of course I didn't!" he managed, trying to resist. "How was I to know my husband was a dragon?"
A low chuckle met his words, wet mouth sliding down to his nipples to suck and lick at each of them until Cinder was a trembling mess. He gave up on words, his arms moving up to wrap around Alistair's shoulders, fingers twisting in the long, dark red hair. The scent of exotic spices filled his nose as he leaned up to brush his lips across Alistair's lips, eyes fluttering as his mouth moved lower…and lower…
His teeth dug into his lip, knees jerking up and out. Alistair's fingers made quick work of his plackets, exposing his growing erection to the warm summer's air. His breath quickened, moans muffled as that hot mouth wrapped around and swallowed him down. Teeth scraped in just the right way, long tongue tracing veins and sensitive spots until Cinder could no longer hold the cries in, his fingers attempting to shield them from the air. Alistair's fingers wrapped around his wrist and wrenched that hand away, before he swallowed Cinder even deeper, his other fingers moving farther between his legs. A few teasing prods had Cinder groaning low in his throat, muscles clenching and legs trembling as he abruptly came, his pants brushing against the loose strands of Alistair's hair.
Alistair pulled away, licking his lips with a wide smile. He leaned in to nuzzle behind Cinder's ear, making him moan softly.
"Yes, love," he murmured, words making very little sense to Cinder's lust-addled brain. "I am a dragon."
Re: Cinder and the Dragon
Date: 2011-04-28 05:35 am (UTC)From: