A/N: A little bit of minor2 in this, but keep in mind that hes just half a day away from 18. It’s a grey area. Also, its long past 3 am so you guys better appreciate the fact that I stayed up so late to post tonight. :P
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The man in front of him was a predator.
Monroe was caught up in both attraction and fear. The stranger looked like a warrior straight from battle, his armor not bright or new, but marred from sword strikes. A sword the size of Monroe’s leg was strapped to his back, looking like it weighed more than the Prince. His eyes were the color of blood and his mouth was marred with a scar across his lip. Rubies and silver decorated the top of one of his ears, but it was the only jewelry the man seemed to allow himself. He was dangerous but at the same time striking, to the point where he wasn’t sure if he should look to him in fear or in awe.
“Prince Monroe, this is Lord Nicodemus of Caementum.” King Henri commanded, voice leaving no room for protest. “You shall have breakfast with him and then give him a tour of the castle.”
“Yes my king.” He said softly, bowing before he started to leave. Idly, he noticed Josephine’s cheek was bruised but he had no time or energy to wonder about it. The new dragon, Nicodemus, was following him closely, armour surprisingly silent. He walked right behind him, acting as a shadow in the corner of his eye. The prince’s heart settled on fear, and his mind grabbed onto it, letting it fester in the mere moments it took to cross the room so that he was terrified by the time he reached the doors.
For a minute, he drew hope at the memory that Geneva had just been in the hallway. She was his closest friend, and even though she was currently so frail and gentle herself, she would rise to the occasion and save him from this man. Even if she wouldn’t be able to defeat him physically, she could see the fear in Monroe’s eyes and either order Nicodemus to go away, or order Monroe to keep her company. The hope died when he opened the doors, seeing no one behind them.
He paused, shocked. Even in the dead of night, there was at least one servant in the hall, and there had been two guards posted on that door a moment before. He had lived in the castle all his life and had never seen an empty hallway, especially not one so large and open.
A warm hand landed on his shoulder, the grip heavy and strong. “Lets go, my Prince. The food will grow cold.”
A shiver went up his spine, but he complied, surprised when the dragon started to guide him. With the way the other man walked, the prince had a feeling that he already knew the layout of the castle, and he was already manhandling him like he was his property.
His brother really had already given him to the dragon, hadn’t he?
Nicodemus led him straight to a specific room, making his suspicions worse. Before the doors had opened, he had been convinced it led to the study of one of the head guards, but inside was completely changed. The walls were covered in dark fabric curtains, making the room seem darker, while the windows were open, letting in sunlight and fresh air. The only furniture was a small table with two lavish chairs. It was clear the room had been changed just for them, and he realized it was meant to resemble a cave. Their meals were waiting there, a simple breakfast of meat and bread, as well as a pitcher of cider. For a second, he had a glimpse of hope as he noticed the young maid waiting by the food, but she quickly curtsied as they entered, then left.
Who was this husband of his? That even the servants feared him too much to do their duties? Who would cause even the guards to flee from their posts? He hadn’t ever heard of this man, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t some famous, bloodthirsty killer who had won his title on the battlefield. Had the dragon gained a reputation for killing servants or something.
Nicodemus guided him to one of the chairs, then sat in the opposite one. He was smiling at the prince in amusement. “You’re afraid?”
Monroe frowned, automatically shaking his head, his voice flat. “A Prince is never afraid.” He hid his hands under the table, knowing they were shaking.
“But you are.” The dragon began to cut the bread, giving Monroe a slice, and then taking one for himself. “Why?”
“I am not afraid.” He repeated, getting a little angry. It was a relief to be angry, so he grabbed onto the emotion. Anything was better than fear. He didn’t care what was going on anymore. He wasn’t some little woman who got afraid of strangers with big swords and armor, even if they were servant killers. He was the Prince of the four kingdoms. He deserved respect.
Nicodemus just smiled, reaching across the table to stroke the boy’s cheek. The teenager shot across the room, his chair clattering to the floor as he pressed against the wall. He didn’t care about his own title anymore, all he cared about was not being impaled by that sword. “Don’t touch me!”
The dragon stood, ignoring Monroe for a second so that he could put the chair back up, then take off his sword, letting it sit on the floor by the table. He seemed smaller without it. He then turned to face him, approaching him in three long strides and cornering him against the wall.
His whole body seemed to radiate confidence and danger, and he leaned in close, face just inches from the Prince. Again, the prince flinched, afraid of the man touching him. “I will not harm you, my Prince. I am your faithful servant.” He leaned in closer and shocked the prince by finally sealing their mouths together in a chaste kiss.
Monroe didn’t know how to handle things. It was only his second time being kissed and it made his hormones rise up. His inexperience body seemed to come alive, his blood raced, his cheeks flushed and his pants tightened until he couldn’t remember how they could have fit to begin with. The dragon reached up, fingers sliding under his tunic to trace his stomach, the touches firm and skilled. Monroe clenched his abs, trying to avoid it, but after a second, Monroe had to let out a breathy gasp, hands gripping the curtains behind him. He submitted, leaning into the somehow not unwelcome touches.
Nicodemus took advantage of his open mouth, a hot tongue invading the warm wet cavern. His tongue stroked and teased Monroe’s, dominating over it. It was almost too much for Monroe, but as he tried to pull away, Nicodemus simply moved his mouth down to his neck. The prince whimpered, not sure if it was from fear or need, but the dragon soon distracted him.
A thigh pressed against him, the pressure making Monroe automatically thrust against it, while a warm mouth breathed into his ear. “Do you want me to touch you, my Prince?”
The brunette couldn’t help but nod, his fear now long gone and replaced with lust. He licked his lips, whispering softly. “But I have to stay a virgin.” His voice was tinged with frustration. Here was a man finally wanting to give him what he’d dreamed of having for so long, and they had to wait.
The dragon kissed him, the man’s tongue ravishing his own before he murmured against his lips. “I won’t take that from you, my prince, I will only give you release.”
He swallowed, trying to get past his lust to think things through. The man would be his husband, would be his lover. Sure it was not yet time, but if he was only going to touch, there could be no harm in it... right? Monroe relaxed a little as his mind wandered, but as he did, his crotch shifted a little against the strong solid thigh. The pressure made a soft moan slip out of his lips but Nicodemus just started to pull away. “I will not touch you without your consent, my prince. I need for you to say it.”
“Touch me!” He breathed, opening his eyes for the first time since they started. The dragon still looked fierce, but he could finally see the possessiveness in his eyes, and the loyalty. He just grew harder at the expression, unable to take his eyes off it, even as Nicodemus kissed him gently. A hand began to undo the drawstring of his pants, the laces coming undone easily due to how large and unwieldy the contents had gotten. The warrior pulled the strings away completely, letting them fall to the floor as his hands tugged the breeches down below Monroe’s knees.
Monroe was already leaking precum, his virgin body not used to another’s attention. He was an average length, with a tamed patch of hair at the base. His legs were smooth shaven, the Prince not liking the look of hair, but the skin was tight against thick, muscular legs. Nicodemus stroked his thighs for a moment, enjoying the feel of unblemished skin, before a hand wandered inwards. He took the Prince into his fist and stroked him gently. “No one has ever touched you here, have they?”
“No.” The prince could barely respond, his hands curling tighter around the curtains. He felt like he would go insane if the touches continued, but he would die if they stopped. “Nicodemus....”
“Thats it.” He said softly, lowering down onto his knees. “Submit to the pleasure.” He still had to bend down to kiss the tip, a tribute to the man’s height. Monroe didn’t have the chance to react before his cock was surrounded by wet, tight warmth, Nicodemus swallowing him down right to the base.
The man’s skilled tongue teased along his length, making the teenager shudder. Two strong hands started to pin Monroe’s hips to the wall as he pulled away, intent on bobbing his head, but already Monroe was tensing. He smiled around the prince, pulling away just enough to look up at his face.
Monroe couldn’t handle it. The feel of friction within the man’s tight warm mouth had brought him to the very edge and then to look down and see the man’s eyes on him, possessively admiring him even as his tongue played with the tip of his cock. He came with a gasp, filling the man’s mouth as his body tried to ride it out. He was shocked when the hands on his waist let him and soon he was thrusting with abandon into the man’s face, his seed filling up his mouth.
Nicodemus waited for him to still before he pulled his mouth away, swallowing down the Prince’s load and even pausing to clean him off with his tongue. Monroe sighed with loss as the mouth left his length, but the mouth was soon covering his own. He tasted salt and something else, and with a flush he realized it was his own release he could taste on the man’s tongue.
“I will teach you so many things, little Prince.” The man promised to him softly. “But now is not the time. Let’s finish our meal and enjoy the day.”
“Al-Alright.” Monroe nodded, but as the dragon pulled away he could only sink to the floor, overwhelmed and exhausted.
Nicodemus smirked proudly, scooping the smaller man up into his arms. “Did I exhaust you?”
“No.” Monroe protested weakly, even though it was obvious he needed a moment to recover. He pulled his breeches back up, but the laces were still gone.
Nicodemus steadied him with one hand as he knelt to reach for the ties, then fingers gently started to lace them back through. He was being careful not to brush or press against Monroe, and the prince was grateful, knowing that another orgasm would make him pass out. “You’re so inexperienced.”
He flushed, “It’s not like it’s by choice.”
“I know.” He straightened up, scooping up the teen and carrying him back to the breakfast table. “Eat your breakfast now. You’ll want to be full of energy tonight when the others come.”
“What others?” The prince asked absentmindedly, drinking his cider. He’d already begun to picture what it would be like eating breakfast with the dragon every morning.
“Your other fiancés.” Nicodemus said calmly as he sat down across from him, starting to butter his bread. “The rest of them will be arriving by midnight tonight.”
