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Erik senses just how far his master is from the cave, and winces. He hears the loud cries of the twins from their nest, and he has been told before that he is not to touch the twins when they are in their dragon forms.
His master has protected him from fire, but not from their voracious appetites.
Erik thinks about going to see them, but worries that they will eat him as soon as they see him. He wants to be there for his hatchlings, but he also hates to disobey his master. The feeling of disobedience has grown since the hatchlings came out of their eggs, but he has no reason to know why that change has occurred.
But their wails are too much for him to take. They are in pain, and if he is lucky at all, they might shift back into his precious babies so that he can breastfeed them. He has not had many chances to feed them that way; they prefer to be hatchlings and not babies. Master is pleased with their choices, it seems, as he smiles broadly each time the fleshy pink skin shifts into green and red scales.
It is easy to decide that the plan to try to breastfeed is preferable to the one where Erik must suffer their screams until his master returns with their scores of livestock.
He walks quickly to their nest and stands just before the entrance of it. This close, their screams are deafening, but he hopes that he can coax them into transforming for his benefit, and theirs.
He casts his shadow onto the nest, and waits. And waits. His hands cannot block out the twins yowling, but after a few more minutes, they recognize him and shift into the small babies that he loves to cuddle and coddle.
They rock back and forth before Erik sits next to them. Wanda looks at him with her big eyes and Erik picks her up and settles her against one of his nipples. She eagerly suckles at him, and Erik knows that she will suck him dry if his master does not hurry up.
Pietro, conversely, is lolling around and seems disinterested in Erik as a food source. Until today, Pietro has always been eager to sit and drink, but with the pace that Wanda is setting against him, Erik is not sure he could handle trying to feed both of them right now without collapsing.
His master’s presence grows closer and closer and Erik wishes he were able to send thoughts as his master, as his master does to him. He could tell his master to hurry up and let the twins feed as they want to--on scores of cows, goats and sleep and not his milk.
Erik draws his attention away from the hurried mind of his master and looks down at Wanda. Her face is pinched, but she looks peaceful as she suckles.
Master barges into the nest and looks horrified at the scene.
“Pet, what have I said about the twins?”
“I was not to be near them as dragons.”
“Then, pray tell, how did the twins become babies who you can feed?”
Erik shrugs. “I think they sensed me, and shifted. They were so hungry master. They wouldn’t have waited until now.”
His master’s gaze softens at Erik’s words and the dragon relaxes in the mouth of the nest.
“You did so well then, pet. You do love them, don’t you?”
“Yes, master. More than I love myself and less than I love you.”
“Good, pet. Now, is Wanda done with you yet? I think we can let them shift back so they can feed and we can go to my room, or maybe the throne room.”
Erik looks at his daughter’s face before he speaks. “She is nearly done, master.”
“Let her finish up and we’ll walk them towards the front of the cave for their food.”
“Yes, master.” Erik watches as Wanda pops off his nipple and then Erik picks her up and starts to walk towards the front of the cave. His master brings Pietro and they move side by side to the front of the glorious cave his master keeps.
The scores of livestock are loud, but not nearly as loud as the twins were earlier. Erik puts Wanda down and waits. She takes a few minutes to shift and just as she does, Pietro does the same.
His master grabs Erik’s hand and leads him away from their children.
*
Charles knows how good Erik is for the hatchlings, but he also knows that all of Erik’s time with them is time away from him. His control, it seems, has slipped since the dragonets hatched, though he minds it only when he wants to take Erik and have fun.
He is never one to not get exactly what he wants, but there is something in being a parent that means he should change, even if he hates the idea of having less and less time with Erik.
Erik who he can, and does, make as horny and wanton as possible whenever he can.
Because Charles has very few needs, and one of them is to set himself up with only those humans who will always give in to him.
Erik has been perfect, until his doting on the hatchlings interrupted Charles’ need for sex. It should worry him that he has let his control over Erik slip, but he also knows what it was like to be a babe. There is plenty of time to succumb to his baser instincts.
At least with the hatchlings eating more than their weight in food, he can have a few hours of time with Erik.
But in the weeks since the dragonets hatched, he has yet to look into Erik’s mind to know what else Erik desires most.
Erik said earlier how much he loves Charles, but Charles has seen so many examples of his love for the hatchlings that he is starting to wonder.
“Pet, do you really love me more than the hatchlings?”
“Of course. How could you doubt me?” Charles pushes Erik into the gold of the throne room and then spreads Erik’s legs wide.
“You dote on them more than me, now, pet.”
“They require more of my attention, master. But I will always worship you.”
“How do you think you can demonstrate that right now?”
“You can take me however you like, though I do find that the gold against my skin makes me ache more than before. The hatchlings must be doing something to me.”
Charles ponders the idea, and looks at how Erik is both melting into the gold and trying to turn away from it at the same time.
“Pet, you look so pretty against the gold and I think you deserve to wear some more,” Charles starts before he finds the golden clamps, buried deep in all his treasure. He secures each clamp to Erik’s nipples, and Erik screams. “Do you like that pet?”
“Master, it,” Erik stops and rocks against the gold and shifts the clamps against himself, “it feels wonderful.”
Charles grins, and lets Erik continue to writhe against the gold with the clamps firmly in place.
The moans from Erik speak volumes about how lost he is into proving his love for Charles. In this room, set against the rich gold and fine jewels, Erik’s skin shines. Away from the sun for so long as he has been now, Erik is so pale and so beautiful. With no sunlight, Erik’s skin has lost much of its tan, and it makes Charles preen to see how easily Erik has fallen into this lifestyle and never complained. Erik wants for nothing now that he has Charles. That is more than enough to make Charles hard: the idea of perfect and absolute submission.
Screams echo off the walls and Erik falls apart against the gold, louder and louder as Erik shifts himself into and against the gold just as his erection springs to life. Erik has not said anything about his arousal yet, but it is evident that Erik is ready for whatever Charles can provide.
“What do you need pet?”
“You, master. Inside me. Drinking my milk.”
Charles looks down and sees how swollen Erik’s breasts are--how red his nipples are under the clamps.
He shifts his lower body, knowing how much Erik loves to take his real cock just as he settles himself over Erik’s chest. He is slow to pinch the clamps off Erik’s engorged nipples and Erik hisses at the lack of contact.
The hiss starts to reverberate all through cave, just before Charles takes one nipple into his mouth and sucks. One hand grabs for the swollen breast tissue and he massages it, working more and more of Erik’s milk out. With each careful suckle of Erik, Charles thrusts. He wants to pound into Erik, but he feels and senses how lost Erik already is to the feeling of being fucked.
“Master, too much,” he screams, just before Charles works one more thrust and watches as Erik falls apart under him. There are babbles that mean nothing to Charles, but he knows that Erik is content and blissful.
In the distance, Charles can sense that the hatchlings are still working on their meal.
He has more time to take Erik apart. He just needs to readjust Erik’s mind to allow for him to recover in fifteen minutes and not three hours.