ROMANCE: Lion Protector (Paranormal Shifter BBW Military Romance) (Shapeshifter Alpha Male Short Stories Book 2) (143 page)

              “How was that?” Syrenth asked curiously, crawling forward to sit on his lover’s lap as he lavished kisses on the older dragon’s neck.

              “It was amazing, as to be expected from my wonderful lover,” Rasenth replied, giving Syrenth full access to his neck as he enjoyed having the younger dragon give it plenty of attention.  Syrenth truly was wonderful, and so Rasenth was glad that he’d run into him at the river.  He was useful for far more than just a go between for food for his clan, and Rasenth certainly saw him as more than what he originally intended, but that was for the best.

              The words were nothing like what Syrenth had heard before. It was wonderful being complimented in such a way. Syrenth could feel butterflies just racing around in his stomach. He’d never had a crush on someone, but it was the most amazing thing he had ever experience.

              “Well, it has to be perfect for someone as amazing as you,” Syrenth chuckled, then planted a kiss on his lover’s lips. Romance was such a new concept to him, but the young dragon didn’t want any of it to end. He almost wished he could stay up in the caves with Rasenth forever, but he knew that would never happen. So, he would just enjoy the moment while it lasted.

              “Aren’t you just the sweetest thing?  Be careful now, I might just not let you go home,” Rasenth said, chuckling a bit, though he wish it could be true.  Granted, the last thing he needed was yet another mouth to feed when his hunting ground was dwindling.  Still, Rasenth was quite liking having his little dragon here, at his beck and call and eager to pleasure him.  The feeling was quite exhilarating for an old dragon who hadn’t experienced it in so many years.

              “I don’t really want to go home,” Syrenth replied, and just held Rasenth closely. He really wanted to stay. To be Rasenth’s little secret. He would hunt for himself and do everything he needed to keep himself alive and well, but he still wanted to be close to Rasenth, as much as possible really. However, he couldn’t do that with his father watching over him like a hawk. Tazour would probably pick a fight with Rasenth if he knew this was going on. It was best for him not to know.

              “I’m flattered, gorgeous, I am.  But your father would throw a fit, not to mention you wouldn’t be terribly comfortable up here in the mountains.  You can, however, visit me any time you like,” Rasenth replied, surprised at how readily Syrenth seemed to want to be all his.  However, they were getting a bit side tracked here.  “Let’s not get too far away from our original intentions though, okay, pet?” Rasenth asked, just so they could get back to the sex, then they could exchange all sorts of lovey dovey niceties.

              “Alright,” Syrenth agreed, as he didn’t want to think about his father in a time like this. He wanted to make this all about him and Rasenth. So, he just pressed his lips up against Rasenth’s, letting their tongues dance for a little while as he waited for Rasenth to get started with him. For now, he was going to let his body become Rasenth’s puppet. He would move to his commands and just follow his orders. He wasn’t too sure how this whole event would work, so he was really looking to Rasenth for guidance.

              “Lie down, pet,” Rasenth said softly, and gently guided the young dragon down so that he was lying on his back, then he ran his fingers along the inside of Syrenth’s thighs to entice him to open himself up for the main course.

              With the instructions given, Syrenth just did as he was told. He laid down with Rasenth’s help, then opened his legs as he could feel the elder teasing at his skin. He wasn’t quite sure what to expect with this next event. Feelings of nervousness and excitement were raging through his body, he couldn’t wait to receive what Rasenth had to offer him.

              “This will hurt a little at first.  Is that okay?” Rasenth asked softly, giving Syrenth a few soft kisses on his lips and cheeks so he felt safe, and didn’t get too scared by the fact that he might be in a bit of discomfort from the upcoming session.  Rasenth certainly would have rather have made it so there was no pain, but he couldn’t quite do that.  Still, he would make it as easy and enjoyable as he could.

              That was something Syrenth didn’t know, so he looked a little worried for a moment. Would the pain really be worth it? At first, Syrenth almost backed off and said no, but he soon caught himself on and just grabbed the pillow so he could bite down on it if it was too much.

              “It’s fine. I’m ready,” Syrenth replied softly, and placed the pillow on his chest with his mouth ready to latch onto it incase the pain did grow to be too much.

              “You know I won’t hurt you just to hurt you.  I’ll make it feel good, Sy.  Promise,” Rasenth said, giving his little dragon a kiss on the forehead before lining his cock up with Syrenth’s entrance and slowly pushing in just the tip, to see how well Syrenth took that.  He was going to work his way up to putting in more and going faster, but it would have to be a slow process.

              “I trust you,” Syrenth replied softly, and just got ready for the initial penetration. When it did come in, he had to brace himself. His muscles tightened and he bit down on his pillow, closing his eyes sharply as his body dealt with the pain.

              After a few seconds though, he relaxed a little, and extended a hand, hoping Rasenth would take it, just for a little bit of comfort to know he was there, and to know he would be looked after. That was all Syrenth needed right now.

              Rasenth felt Syrenth tighten up underneath him, and he just gave Syrenth a kiss, then gently petted his wild red locks.  “Just relax, beautiful,” he said softly, then took Syrenth’s hand to make sure that he didn’t feel like he was completely on his own with this.  Rasenth was going to be there for him one hundred percent of the way, or at least he’d do his damndest to make sure Syrenth knew that was true.

              Still, given how sensitive Syrenth was, Rasenth was afraid to go too much further, so he waited for Syrenth to adjust before he continued to push himself inside a bit more.

              Syrenth took a breath and just calmed himself down, which was easier now that he had Rasenth’s hand to squeeze. It made him feel a lot more secure, and a lot more at ease. So, with the added confidence, Syrenth let his muscles relax and spread himself a little further to give Rasenth all the access he needed.

              “I’m ready, I’m fine. Keep going,” Syrenth spoke softly, taking another deep breath as he squeezed Rasenth hand tightly, keeping a firm hold of him as he expected more pain.

              Rasenth gave Syrenth’s hand a little squeeze, then he began stroking Syrenth’s cock with his free hand while he began to push himself in all the way.  He knew that this couldn’t be easy for poor Syrenth--the first time never was a walk in the park.  Still, Rasenth hoped that when the end of this came, Syrenth would be fully satisfied and wanting more.

              The stroking certainly helped matters as Syrenth started relaxing even more. The pain was still present, but now the pleasure was starting to counteract it. He could now feel the tingles of pleasure lurking up from places he didn’t even know he could feel pleasure. It was wonderful, and he wanted more.

              “That’s nice,” Syrenth whispered breathlessly, closing his eyes as he bit down on his pillow to help cope with the small penetrating pain, and the new influx of pleasure.

              With encouragement now from Syrenth, Rasenth kept going.  He began to steadily increase his speed with both thrusting and stroking, so Syrenth’s pleasure would just go up.  He was careful not to push his new lover too far, seeing as he was a virgin.  He didn’t want anything to be too painful, after all.

              Now that things were heating up, Syrenth was starting to get in the groove. He let his hips meet with Rasenth’s, letting them thrust together to aid Rasenth in getting deeper. It seemed the more they got it in, the better it felt. With the aid of the cock stroking as well, the pain felt like it was melting away. All Syrenth could feel was the ever mounting pleasure. He wanted to scream at the top of his lungs. He loved it, and he wanted more.

              “Faster, please. Faster,” Syrenth asked, closing his eyes as he squeezed Rasenth’s hand tight. This was the most incredible thing he had ever felt, and he just wanted to experience everything Rasenth had to offer. The man was a god as far as Syrenth was concerned.

              Rasenth certainly wasn’t going to let Syrenth down, so he continued going faster, eventually reaching his max speed and just fucking Syrenth as hard and fast as he knew how.

              With the speed at it’s peak, Syrenth had to bite down hard on his pillow so he wasn’t screaming with ecstasy at the top of his lungs. This was incredible, and he wasn’t sure how much longer he would last. The mixture of Rasenth cock penetrating him with such force and the sensual stroking sensation coming from his own member, it was wonderful. He didn’t know how much longer he could keep this up, but Syrenth was really trying to endure it.

              Rasenth had pretty good endurance, so he was going to try to keep going until Syrenth came, then he would let himself finish.  This felt incredible, and it was hard to not just come, considering how much pleasure he was feeling by fucking Syrenth’s tight hole, but he would manage.  He had to make Syrenth really enjoy this after all.  The last thing he wanted to do was make Syrenth dislike his first time.

              In Syrenth’s mind, there was little chance that Rasenth would disappoint him. He was loving every second of this, and he didn’t want it to stop. However, his endurance didn’t quite agree, and Syrenth could feel himself ready to blow.

              “Rasenth, Rasenth!” Syrenth called out, and within seconds his load was fired and his whole body shuck with excitement. He wasn’t table to hold it in anymore, but the relief and satisfaction he felt afterwards was amazing. Though, he didn’t stop his body movements, not until Rasenth came as well.

              Rasenth was a bit worried that Syrenth’s cries would be heard by everyone, but he didn’t react quickly enough to cover the younger dragon’s mouth, so he just kept going, finally finishing inside of Syrenth, then giving him a long, drawn out kiss, and holding him close.

              “You feel a bit warmer now?” Rasenth chuckled, seeing as that was the pretense for him starting all of this.

              “Yes, much warmer,” Syrenth replied breathlessly, just pulling Rasenth close to him so he could hold his lover after that wonderful experience. He had to be the moment incredible moment in his life so far, and he really hoped this wouldn’t be the only time they could do it.

              “You’re amazing, you really are,” Syrenth spoke again, his voice almost a whisper as he gazed into Rasenth’s gorgeous eyes. Syrenth really wished he could stay here forever with the older dragon. It would be like a dream come true. Unfortunately, it couldn’t be the case, and he would just have to keep this as a dirty little secret.

              “Maybe we can do this every time you come over, as long as you promise not to scream out my name like that again,” Rasenth replied with a chuckle and gave Syrenth yet another kiss, then just gazed into his eyes contently.

              “Sorry. I couldn’t stop myself,” Syrenth spoke, his cheeks flushing red with embarrassment again. He didn’t mean to act like an uncontrollable fool, but he was unable to control his voice after getting that release of pleasure. It was worth it, though he hoped it wouldn’t gather too much attention.

              “Let’s just hope the others didn’t hear you,” Rasenth replied, giving Syrenth another kiss, then playing with his hair.  “Although, I did think your voice was beautiful.  I will have to steal you away somewhere that we can be as loud as we like.  That would be nice,” Rasenth said, running his fingers over Syrenth’s sides, then just pulling him close and holding him.

              “I’d like that for next time. Now, though, I’d quite like to sleep,” Syrenth chuckled, enjoying the feeling of his sides being stroked, and the warmth of the elder dragon pressed against him. It was wonderful, but he didn’t know how much longer he could keep his eyes open for. That experience was exhausting. Now, all he wanted to do was to sleep, all cuddled up with his new lover.

              “Then sleep, my dear,” Rasenth replied and gave Syrenth a few kisses on his face, then held him closely.  Rasenth was tired as well, but he wanted to watch the young dragon fall asleep first, so he was keeping his eyes open for now, slowly stroking Syrenth’s sides to soothe him.

              With permission given, Syrenth yawned and curled up into Rasenth, finally closing his eyes so he could drift to sleep. It had been a long and hard day, but it was definitely worth it for this reward. He was that wiped out from the experience, he just fell asleep within minutes with his arms wrapped around his lover.

              Rasenth was only able to stay awake long enough to watch Syrenth fall asleep, then he floated off into the land of dreams himself.  He felt so warm--a feeling he usually was none too fond of.  However, this warmth was nice, and so he just cuddled up as close as he could to his young lover and fell off to sleep.

Chapter 6

              When morning came, Rasenth was up and ready to make arrangements to tackle the day.  Given that Tazour was gone, he assumed that Syrenth would be staying for a few days, and so he wanted to be up and amongst the other dragons as he usually would in the mornings, so that no one thought his behavior was odd. He would have loved to stay in bed with Syrenth until late morning, but unfortunately that would just give rise to suspicions and gossip within the clan.

              “Has that Inferno dragon left yet?” Lyshara asked as soon as she caught sight of Rasenth.  He hoped that she hadn’t heard any of the noise from last night, but it was hard to tell. She was pissed off, that was plain enough, but he didn’t know if it was from knowing that Syrenth was there, or if it was something more.

              “No, Lyshara.  The poor boy isn’t even awake yet--but you should really give him a break.  The hatchlings could be dead by now if he wasn’t helping us gather food for them, you know,” Rasenth replied, though it didn’t seem to have much of an effect on her.  She was still as angry as before.

              “He will be leaving once he is up, right?” Lyshara asked.

              “He will leave once he is ready to leave--and you will behave yourself around him at that,” Rasenth replied, growling a bit at Lyshara so she would stop being so difficult.

              With Rasenth out of bed, the chamber seemed so cold and empty, and it couldn’t keep Syrenth in his peaceful sleep for long. The young dragon woke up with a long yawn and stretched, but soon began to feel uneasy as his lover wasn’t around. He didn’t feel very safe without Rasenth watching over him, so, he got up and got himself dressed so he could find his lover.

              As he arrived at the entrance to the chamber, the young dragon could hear raised voices, one of them being Rasenth’s. That couldn’t be good. He was starting to wonder if the others knew about their night of passion. Syrenth believed it was best to stay back for now, learn what he could. So, he lingered by the wall of the chamber and listened out to what was being said.

              “I just don’t see why he can’t drop off the food and leave.  He’s a fire dragon--and the son of that bastard who won’t even let us hunt during a season of plenty.  I can’t see why we should keep him around,” Lyshara replied, still hating the fact that their leader was happily keeping an Inferno dragon in their midst.

              “He may be the son of Tazour, but I won’t have you speaking negatively about him.  If you’re going to ramble on all day about it, then you can either go back to your chambers, or get out of these caves altogether,” Rasenth growled, and Lyshara did indeed back down when she saw that her leader wasn’t tolerating this anymore.  So, she just began to retreat, planning on going back to her chambers for a little while.

              When Lyshara started walking away, Syrenth finally came out of the shadows and walked up to Rasenth. There were numerous mixed feelings circling the youth’s stomach, and he wasn’t too sure what he should do. He cared about Rasenth, that was certain, but he was also causing a lot of trouble for him in his own tribe. Was it really worth it?

              “Are you okay?” Syrenth asked, not exactly feeling all lovey dovey anymore after hearing his name and family being slatted by the female dragon. Still, Rasenth defended him and was loyal to him. As wonderful as it was, Syrenth couldn’t help but question if it was worth it.

              Lyshara was surprised to see Syrenth, but she just glared at him.  “I’d be better if you’d leave.  You don’t belong here.  The second that Tazour finds out that you’re sneaking off here in your free time, he’ll try and start a war with us, knowing him.  We don’t need that on our plates right now.  We’d be better off finding a way to get our own food,” Lyshara replied haughtily..

              Such an act of aggression really caught Syrenth off guard. He was rather unaccustomed to being yelled at by anyone but his father, so he instinctively hid for a moment behind Rasenth, unsure of what to say for a moment. He knew he had to defend his presence here, otherwise he wouldn’t see Rasenth again. That was just not an option.

              “My father won’t find out about this. I’m helping you keep your young alive. I’m not an enemy, please don’t treat me like one,” Syrenth piped up after his moment of silence. He wasn’t one for confrontation, so this wasn’t exactly easy on him but it was what had to be done.

              “You might not be an enemy yourself, but your whole tribe is a threat, as well as a pain in our ass,” Lyshara replied.  “Your people are selfish and short tempered, and if they had it their way, they’d be glad to see us dead.  So, why should I treat you any better than your people would treat us?” Lyshara hissed.

              “Because he is not just an extension of his tribe, he is an individual, and you will treat him as such,” Rasenth replied, growling.  “Now, if you’d like to fight this out, Lyshara, I’d be happy to take things outside with you.  Otherwise, I’d appreciate it if you canned this incessant chatter.  If you have a problem with Syrenth, then you evidently have a problem with me.”

              “Why are you taking that brat’s side?” Lyshara asked, getting angry at the older dragon for defending Syrenth so vehemently.

              “Because, he’s my mate, and I won’t have anyone mistreating him on my watch,” Rasenth replied with a deep growl, and the room fell silent.  Lyshara couldn’t believe her ears, and honestly Rasenth was a bit surprised with himself. He was so concerned with keeping this whole thing a secret, but now the cat was out of the bag.

              That came as quite a shock to Syrenth, as he wasn’t expecting Rasenth to call him his mate in front of his tribe. Was that intentional or a slip of the tongue? He just didn’t know. It felt like all eyes were on them, and so Syrenth retreated slightly behind the elder dragon, not really sure what to say or where to look. He really had caused more trouble than he was worth now.

              “So, you chose this fire dragon welp?” Lyshara asked, angry to hear that Rasenth was now calling the Inferno tribesman his mate.  It felt like betrayal to her.

              “Yes, and if you continue on with this sort of behavior, Lyshara, then I will take Syrenth off and leave you to defend the tribe yourself, and we’ll see how eager you are to pick fights then,” Rasenth threatened.  Considering he was by far the strongest dragon in the tribe, and no one else was even close to being strong enough to lead the tribe successfully, that quickly shut everyone up.

              With that, Rasenth took Syrenth back into their room so that they could be alone, and there would be no more bickering on the issue with his clan.  “I’m sorry for their behavior--they’re idiots.  The lot of them.”

              Syrenth didn’t know what to say. He wanted to stop Rasenth there before he made a huge mistake. Choosing a new mate over his whole tribe just seemed like Rasenth was risking too much here, so Syrenth was incredibly worried. He didn’t hesitate to follow the elder dragon into the chambers, though he was incredible on edge after all that.

              “Am I really worth all this trouble? Your tribe… The hate me. Surely this can’t be good for you?” Syrenth asked, a worried tone penetrating his voice as he just sat down on the bed. He couldn’t believe this. So much for keeping it all a secret. They hadn’t done well with that at all.

              “Don’t ask such a stupid question.  If you weren’t worth the trouble, I wouldn’t go out of my way to defend you,” Rasenth replied, but he realized that was being a little harsh, so he just gave Syrenth a kiss.  “Besides, that was a bluff.  No one in the tribe would risk losing me for protection.  They’re all rather weak, you see, so if anyone tried to start a fight with them, if would be hard for them to defend themselves,” Rasenth explained.  As of right now, everyone would be talking amongst each other about what just happened, and if they were wise, they would all be agreeing to take in Syrenth without complaint, or they’d lose their clan’s alpha.  If that should happen, the whole clan would be completely defenseless, and so it was pretty clear to Rasenth that everyone would decide unequivocally that they needed to be a bit kinder and more accepting towards Syrenth.

              Syrenth wasn’t convinced by this, but he did appreciate the kiss and the softer tone in his lover’s voice. He didn’t believe he was worth all this trouble. This was suppose to be a wonderful new thing, but all Syrenth could think about was his father finding out, and trying to kill Rasenth for it. At this moment in time, he wasn’t sure if he could go through with it.

              “No. I can’t let you do this,” Syrenth replied, and stepped away from his lover. He felt awful. It was as though his stomach was ripping itself apart with guilt. There was no way the tribe would look to Rasent the same way they used to after this. He would be looked down upon and talked about behind his back. The elder would become an outsider, and that wasn’t right.

              “This is going to ruin you. You can’t go through with this. I’m not worth it. Call it off,” Syrenth demanded, though it was clear this wasn’t an easy decision to make. This whole thing was making him a little teary eyed as he didn’t want to lose Rasenth. He wanted to stay with him here in these caves, but it wasn’t worth the trouble. Tazour would go insane if he found out, and Rasenth would become hated. It just wasn’t worth it.

              Rasenth felt all the warmth of the previous night disappear in an instant, and he just frowned.  In all honesty, he wasn’t sure how to react to Syrenth telling him that he wanted to get out of this whole affair.  It felt like a stab to his heart, and just made him a mix between terribly and soul crushingly disappointed that he’d lost Syrenth already, and angry that Syrenth wasn’t going to stay with him any longer.

              “If that’s how you feel about everything, then I can’t very well force you to stay,” Rasenth said, a low growl in the back of his throat following that statement to show how upset he was by this.

              “I’m sorry. It’s just not worth it,” Syrenth replied softly, a few tears trickling down his cheek. It was as though he had woken up from a heavenly dream into a horrifying nightmare. He didn’t think he’d lose Rasenth so quickly, but they couldn’t keep this up. If it had stayed secret, then it would have went on for a bit longer, but they would have been found out eventually. Their relationship just wasn’t worth the chaos it would bring.

              “I’m so sorry,” Syrenth said again, then went to the door to leave. At least now Rasenth could just say that he had kicked him out for the good of the tribe, and keep his name and his honour. It was for the best as far as Syrenth was concerned.

              Rasenth took Syrenth’s comment that this just “wasn’t worth it” in the worst possible way, and assumed that Syrenth just didn’t think that keeping contact with Rasenth would be worth the trouble it would cause.  If that was how it was going to be, then Rasenth wouldn’t go to any great lengths to chase Syrenth down--it was his own choice.

              “Very well.  That’s your decision, after all.  Well, gather up whatever you like, and I’ll take you down to the base of the mountain, and see you off,” Rasenth said, his voice as cold as ice as he spoke.  He didn’t like being shunned by a man he thought would be his lover.  It came off as a terrible insult to him, and if he could he would have lashed out in anger.  However, he was still somewhat infatuated with Syrenth from last night, so he didn’t let himself get too worked up.

              “No, i’ll fly myself. I don’t want to cause you anymore trouble,” Syrenth replied, his voice barely even a whisper. This was heartbreaking for him, especially having Rasenth being so cold towards him. Rasenth had never spoken to him that way before, but maybe it was for the best so this didn’t continue.

              Syrenth gathered his things then went out of the chamber, turning into his dragon form and leaving as fast as he could. He really wished he could wake up from this terrible nightmare, but that didn’t seem to be happening any time soon.

              Once Syrenth was gone, Rasenth spent the rest of his day in his room moping.  At one point Lyshara came in, just to see what Rasenth was doing.  After all, he usually was out and about a bit more.  She soon regretted entering, however, as he lashed out at her, and told her to get out of his sight, and make sure that the others did the same.  He was in no mood to play games with anyone, or to tolerate the people who ruined his new relationship with their damned ignorance.

              Rasenth stayed in his room, moping and keeping to himself for an entire week, not eating at all, and sleeping far too much.  Once he finally broke out of the funk he was in, his clansmen were all suffering without having been able to eat much while he was refusing to hunt.  However, now he was ready to be a proper leader again, and so he took out Lyshara and they went a day’s journey to the south, going to a great gulf and fishing for everyone with nets made of ice.  This pattern continued for some time, and Rasenth continued getting creative to feed everyone.  He had to be, after all.  Sure, it wasn’t easy, but he was doing his best to provide, and to distract himself from the thoughts and memories of Syrenth.