Jules repeated.
*Flying!* Lem circled him once more then took off, flying high and leading him through the night sky.
Surely this was a dream.
They flew for a bit longer, then moved to land, Lem going first, showing him how it was done. He managed, mostly, with a bunch of stumbling. Lem shifted back to human, which drew his own human back out. It felt like he was shedding his skin.
“Jules! You were flying!”
Jules ran to Lem, held on tight, too overwhelmed to speak.
Laughing with joy, Lem wrapped him in a hug and picked him up, moving them back to the cave. “You are magnificent, my prince. The most beautiful dragon I’ve ever seen.”
“We’re different, you and me.”
“I am a guardian dragon. You are... I have never seen anyone like you. But you are most like the healer dragons I have seen.”
“A healer dragon? Like a nurse?” He was going to sleep soon. He wouldn’t be able to fight it.
“No, like something magical.” Lem laid him on their mossy bed and added wood to the fire.
“It was real. We flew.”
“It was. You went for the stars.”
Lem lay next to him, wrapping those strong arms around him.
Jules wanted to cheer, to say thank you, but sleep had him and refused to let him go.
Chapter Eleven
Lem was up early, finding a pair of rabbits, which he cleaned and set to roasting over the fire. Then he boiled some water, dropping in mint leaves to steep so it would be ready when his prince woke.
His prince.
Lem sat back on his haunches by the fire, remembering the great, purple dragon his Jules had become. So special. Lem wasn’t the brightest dragon out there, but he knew when someone was rare and different and, yes, special.
How could that beauty be forbidden? How on earth could it be wrong?
He shook his head. He didn’t understand the laws, why so few had such strong sway over the rest. He just wanted Jules to be happy. He had a hunch many were like him, simply having their heart for their loved ones.
Jules woke suddenly, sat up. “Lem! Lem, I had a dream!”
He moved to Jules’ side immediately. “A dream, my prince?”
“I dreamt I flew! With you!”
“That was no dream, Jules. We flew. Together. It was wonderful.”
“Not a dream?” Jules smiled at him, eyes sparkling from within.
“It was real. You let your dragon out, and we flew together.” It had been magnificent.
Jules made a grand little noise and pounced on him. Laughing, he fell backward, cradling his sweet prince.
“We flew!” He got a wild, happy kiss.
He kissed Jules back, hands sliding over Jules’ silky skin. Jules moaned for him, the sound almost a purr. He slid his hands down to cup Jules’ rear and rocked up to meet Jules’ body. This hunger was new, interesting, fascinating, even. There was a new confidence in his prince.
He let Jules deepen the kiss, following Jules’ lead. Jules moaned deep in his chest, fingers tangling in his hair.
“I am yours, Jules,” he whispered against his prince’s lips.
“And I am yours.” Jules’ cock was hard as stone where it rubbed against him.
“Made for you.” He bucked, rubbing them together more.
“Yes!” Jules’ legs wrapped around him, holding him.
He loved that, Jules taking charge, holding him. Soft nibbles tasted him, and their cocks slipped together. He purred deep in his chest and put his head back, offering his throat.
“Mmm. You taste good,” Jules told him.
“For you, Jules.”
“Yes. I was a dragon, like you.”
“I told you.” He’d told Jules one day he’d bring his prince here, that one day Jules would fly. He’d had faith.
“Thank you. Thank you for finding me.”
“It is my pleasure.” And he meant that literally.
Jules reached out, stroked his cheekbones, the bridge of his nose. He nuzzled into the touches.
“My own.” Jules kissed him again, so hungry for him.
He brought Jules down onto him, began rubbing up against his prince’s body once again. His hands explored the familiar lines of Jules’
*Flying!* Lem circled him once more then took off, flying high and leading him through the night sky.
Surely this was a dream.
They flew for a bit longer, then moved to land, Lem going first, showing him how it was done. He managed, mostly, with a bunch of stumbling. Lem shifted back to human, which drew his own human back out. It felt like he was shedding his skin.
“Jules! You were flying!”
Jules ran to Lem, held on tight, too overwhelmed to speak.
Laughing with joy, Lem wrapped him in a hug and picked him up, moving them back to the cave. “You are magnificent, my prince. The most beautiful dragon I’ve ever seen.”
“We’re different, you and me.”
“I am a guardian dragon. You are... I have never seen anyone like you. But you are most like the healer dragons I have seen.”
“A healer dragon? Like a nurse?” He was going to sleep soon. He wouldn’t be able to fight it.
“No, like something magical.” Lem laid him on their mossy bed and added wood to the fire.
“It was real. We flew.”
“It was. You went for the stars.”
Lem lay next to him, wrapping those strong arms around him.
Jules wanted to cheer, to say thank you, but sleep had him and refused to let him go.
Chapter Eleven
Lem was up early, finding a pair of rabbits, which he cleaned and set to roasting over the fire. Then he boiled some water, dropping in mint leaves to steep so it would be ready when his prince woke.
His prince.
Lem sat back on his haunches by the fire, remembering the great, purple dragon his Jules had become. So special. Lem wasn’t the brightest dragon out there, but he knew when someone was rare and different and, yes, special.
How could that beauty be forbidden? How on earth could it be wrong?
He shook his head. He didn’t understand the laws, why so few had such strong sway over the rest. He just wanted Jules to be happy. He had a hunch many were like him, simply having their heart for their loved ones.
Jules woke suddenly, sat up. “Lem! Lem, I had a dream!”
He moved to Jules’ side immediately. “A dream, my prince?”
“I dreamt I flew! With you!”
“That was no dream, Jules. We flew. Together. It was wonderful.”
“Not a dream?” Jules smiled at him, eyes sparkling from within.
“It was real. You let your dragon out, and we flew together.” It had been magnificent.
Jules made a grand little noise and pounced on him. Laughing, he fell backward, cradling his sweet prince.
“We flew!” He got a wild, happy kiss.
He kissed Jules back, hands sliding over Jules’ silky skin. Jules moaned for him, the sound almost a purr. He slid his hands down to cup Jules’ rear and rocked up to meet Jules’ body. This hunger was new, interesting, fascinating, even. There was a new confidence in his prince.
He let Jules deepen the kiss, following Jules’ lead. Jules moaned deep in his chest, fingers tangling in his hair.
“I am yours, Jules,” he whispered against his prince’s lips.
“And I am yours.” Jules’ cock was hard as stone where it rubbed against him.
“Made for you.” He bucked, rubbing them together more.
“Yes!” Jules’ legs wrapped around him, holding him.
He loved that, Jules taking charge, holding him. Soft nibbles tasted him, and their cocks slipped together. He purred deep in his chest and put his head back, offering his throat.
“Mmm. You taste good,” Jules told him.
“For you, Jules.”
“Yes. I was a dragon, like you.”
“I told you.” He’d told Jules one day he’d bring his prince here, that one day Jules would fly. He’d had faith.
“Thank you. Thank you for finding me.”
“It is my pleasure.” And he meant that literally.
Jules reached out, stroked his cheekbones, the bridge of his nose. He nuzzled into the touches.
“My own.” Jules kissed him again, so hungry for him.
He brought Jules down onto him, began rubbing up against his prince’s body once again. His hands explored the familiar lines of Jules’
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