DOUBLE UPDATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

TWO CHAPTERS OF VIRION, THIS IS PART 2 – I HOPE YOU ENJOY THEM!

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Virion was on fire.

His entire body was aflame, the heat cresting beneath every inch of him that the dragon’s rough fingers grasped. If Zirkhlon had been measured before, he seemed to have discarded that plot the moment Virion surged into him.

A short gasp tore from Virion’s lips as Zirkhlon suddenly pulled him up from his knees. Hoisted in the air, Virion had no choice but to wrap his long legs around Zirkhlon’s firm hips and try to hold on as the dragon feasted on his lips again.

The momentary jolt of indignation at the handling dispersed the moment those lips pressed against his once more, sliding over them as if performing a ritual that was as barbaric as it was sensual. His eyes rolled behind their lids as Zirkhlon dipped his tongue inside, igniting his body anew with the warm muscle.

Virion forgot all civility as he rutted against the muscled torso before him, blessing himself with lurid friction that went straight to his aching cock. It wept with gratitude, as his lips nearly did, as Zirkhlon’s fingers dug into his thighs and encouraged the movement, heightening the already carnal pleasure.

Soft sounds of his enjoyment sailed between them, only to be swallowed whole by Zirkhlon, who refused to allow their lips to part for more than a moment.

The dragon was unrelenting, and like no partner the prince had ever bedded before. Rough, strong, and too confident to question himself for even a juel. The prospect thrilled him as much as it terrified him, which only made him all the more incensed. Virion shuddered as Zirkhlon’s hips pushed up, teasing him with the heat of his own arousal— it made his mouth alarmingly wet for a taste.

The skies boomed outside, churning with ever-present rage, but it was nothing like the storm that brewed within the dragon’s nest as he lowered his prize to the floor.

If Virion were in his right mind, and not so desperately charged by the need to have more of the dragon, he would have killed him for daring to lay him down on the unpolished flooring of his meagre hut. But Virion was too overwhelmed by his body’s aching plea to notice, or care for that matter.

The prince groaned as Zirkhlon settled atop him, forcing his legs to spread wide as his mouth descended over his once more.

Virion could not help the way he leaked from his tip and his hole as he felt the dragon’s cock press against him. It was thick and long, and destined to sink inside his most sensitive areas— his body trembled and slicked even more.

It scared him— the way he was reacting to Zirkhlon. He should not be so eager for this. He was notmeantto be taken or claimed; he was a prince! But by Ythene’s grace, that thought found itself muddled each time it appeared, and one of Zirkhlon’s too-sharp teeth nipped at his lips.

Virion could not bring himself to stop this; worst yet, he could not bring himself to even try.

Fingers delving into his long back hair, Zirkhlon wrenched a whimper from the prince’s plump lips as he tugged his head back and slipped his tongue in even deeper. Virion jerked beneath him, his own steeled arousal pressing against Zirkhlon’s as they began to rut, matching the tempo of their heated kiss.

Princes did not rut in such a fashion. They did not mewl for their bedder. They did not— oh, Ythene have it. Virion gave himself to the impulse, rutting and grinding against Zirkhlon, clinging to him as the dragon pulled him apart by the seams of his finest self.

Zirkhlon was the one who put a stop to it, drawing back with a deep rumble in his chest in favour of moving down the prince’s body. The reprieve allowed Virion to gasp for air and attempt to find some measure of rule over himself, but as the nearby fire burned hotter, contending with the heat that snaked across his body with each fleeting kiss the dragon pressed atop him, he could do no such thing.

Virion stared at the ceiling through slitted eyes whilst desperately funnelling air within his broad lungs. He needed to breathe… properly. He also needed a moment to think so he could get this situation underhand before his bold bedmate could discover his weak spots and—

The thought halted and fumbled over itself as Zirkhlon’s fingers slipped beneath his silks and brushed over one of Virion’s nipples.

Virion made a sound then. A breathless, slightly high-pitched sound that made the dragon still in the midst of his hunt.

Their eyes met, held, and refused to part.

“Zirkhlon,” he whispered in a breathless warning.

There was a reason Virion preferred bedding his partners, a reason they could not touch him freely.

Virion wassensitivewhen aroused, extremely so. His body betrayed him in many ways, becoming a vessel tuned solely for pleasure, and he abhorred allowing another the sight of such a vulnerability.

But had the dragon not already glimpsed him so? He’d seen him without his glamour, watched him shriek in frustration, and witnessed him without any of his fineries, so was it truly a surprise that Zirkhlon— the man who was slowly stripping him raw— would craveto see him this way as well?

Zirkhlon ignored the warning.

Clasping his free hand around Virion’s hip, he locked him in place before he gave the nipple a sharp pinch.

“Agh!” Virion moaned as he arched from the floor, delivering himself directly into Zirkhlon’s predatory grasp as he impatiently delved down to feast on the pearled skin before him.

Virion’s eyes rolled as teeth bit down on his neck, making fiery lust ignite inside of him. Another shrill sound escaped his lips, spurring the dragon on in his vulgar mating.

Virion had never been bitten. Ever. But even as it shocked him, he found that he loved the burn, especially when it came paired with the attention paid to his perked nipples.

Zirkhlon pinched them each in turn, twisting and flicking the tender nubs and grunting each time it made the prince whimper or tremble beneath him.

Virion had leaked through his trousers, and there was nothing that dared to compete with the pounding of his heart in his ears.

‘Aroused’ could barely hope to explain what state the dragon had put him in.

The ruthless torture only came to a stop when Zirkhlon began to tear at the fabric around him. Virion gasped at the rough treatment, staring aghast as he was stripped bare, but there was no way to deny the way his cock bucked relentlessly as it happened.

Virion’s hands sank thoughtlessly to cover his manhood, and perhaps, hide his body’s enthusiasm as the dragon tossed his shredded clothing aside and dragged his hungry red-rimmed gaze over him.

Nudity never rattled Virion. How could it when he was so perfectly crafted? But he had never felt quitethisnaked before— laid out as he was beneath this brutish dragon within the centre of his nest. And no one had ever looked at him like that— as if they were contemplating consuming him whole; as if they wanted to see him fall apart.

With a surprisingly soft touch, Zirkhlon’s fingers slipped over his thighs, sliding up his hips and settling possessively there.

“You are exquisite,” Zirkhlon purred, his voice heavy with his arousal.

Eyes widening, Virion discovered shock first at the compliment, and then a dizzying amount of pleasure followed suit as it settled within his veins. He looked away.

Virion was not exquisite. Beautiful, yes, but he was without his fineries, his face offensively bare, and his glamour kept slipping from his grasp. He was not exquisite, not now, and he could not bear the teasing of such a thing, especially not now, when they were in the midst of such intimacies.

“Virion.”

Virion refused to answer his call or meet the dragon’s gaze, even when he sank low again, engulfing him in his warmth as he pressed an aching kiss to the corner of his mouth.

“Do you not favour compliments? I thought you would ache for them, but I will keep them to myself if you prefer.”

“I do not favour fibbery,” he contested sharply, canting his head to the side to avoid the tenderness that was making his heart flutter so.

“It’s no fibbery,” Zirkhlon denounced as he grasped his chin, forcing it in his direction. Virion reluctantly faced the sharp eyes staring down at him. “You. Are. Exquisite… my prince.”

Virion loathed his glamour for the way it exposed how he flushed from head to toe.

Zirkhlon’s eyes flamed brighter, the scar along the right side of his face glowing, and setting aflame any momentary tenderness as he gazed down at the prince with nothing but raw want.

Without another word, strong hands found his wrist, forcing them down at his sides and keeping them caged there as the dragon descended, moving lower and lower, until he parted his lips and—

“Blessed light!” Virion exclaimed as wet heat surrounded his length and swallowed it whole. He trembled, legs quaking as Zirkhlon took him to the root and sucked. “Oh… s-shun!”

Virion strained against the dragon’s hold, but he remained locked right where he was as he sucked his cock between his tight lips.

Virion’s heart hammered, pounding viciously beneath his chest as pleasure erupted inside of him. It took hold of his soul and shook it within its confines, threatening to make him vibrate out of his skin as he succumbed to it.

Zirkhlon sucked Virion savagely, never parting for air or reprieve. He simply sucked,and sucked, his red eyes glued directly to Virion’s to watch his undoing.

It was not the first time Virion had a mouth on him, but it was the first time he had ever had one so skilled and devoted in its ploy to make him spill. Because that was precisely what he was about to do— spill already in the dragon’s mouth.

“Zirkhlon!” He whispered, growing frantic now as hips tilted up, searching for more. “Zirkhlon. I will spill!”

Zirkhlon’s answer was a deep rumble that only worsened the ache between Virion’s legs.

Virion squirmed, trying to drag it out at the very least, but there was no room for it. He could not stop it, could not slow it or expel the sight of his destruction from his face. When Virion came, crying out for the dragon and spilling into his treacherous mouth, there was not a thing in Ythene’s realm to mask the way he shattered from the touch of the barbaric dragon.

As Virion slumped, Zirkhlon pulled free with a pleased groan, his throat bobbing as he swallowed down the prince’s seed. Virion could hardly hold his gaze, slitted as it was, but he could have sworn he spotted amusement within it as the dragon finally released his wrist.

It did not matter that he was free— Virion was boneless and trying desperately to reacquaint himself with his mind. He was acting like some inexperienced nit when he’d bedded more than his share of talented elves, but Virion was beginning to suspect that not all of that had been legitimate.

How could it be when just this exchange had him more titillated than all those encounters combined?

The pondering was abruptly disrupted when rough fingers slid between his crack. He looked down at the dragon and trembled as he found Zirkhlon licking his lips as he wet his fingers with his slick.

Virion had never gotten so slick so quickly. While he preferred to be penetrated, it had always taken him time and effort to be able to make his body relent enough to accept it. It was strange to him to find himself not only slick, but dripping with it, so much that it poured from him, as if his body was begging to be ravaged by the bedraggled dragon.

By the greyed skies, Zirkhlon was going to raze him.

The thought of the dragon soon inside him had Virion’s mind dizzying with pleasure. His cock hardened quickly again, but he ignored the bucking length in favour of twisting his nipples. A breathless gasp escaped his lips as he touched himself, teasing his figure with a feather’s touch while the dragon’s fingers pressed at his rim.

Body conceding, Virion pushed back, relaxed his hole and groaned as the first finger slipped inside. It was thick and sure as it burrowed deep, wiggling as if to get a feel of his channel’s depths.

“Mhm!” He moaned as Zirkhlon’s body suddenly came over his, his lips sucking at his neck while his finger opened him. “Another.”

The demand was met with a pleased hum before the dragon readily breached his entrance with a second finger. The two had new pleasure sprouting from Virion’s core and spreading rapidly through him.

“Yes!” He praised as the fingers curled and pressed into his most tender of places. “Yes! Oh… Zirkhlon!”

“My name from your lips—” the dragon groaned as he travelled up to steal a scorching kiss. “Give it to me again.”

Virion wanted to bristle at the command, to tell him to ask nicely for such a blessing, but then those fingers were moving faster, toying with his arousal, and Virion puddled for his taker.

“Zirkhlon,” he whispered breathlessly between their fevered kisses. “Zirkhlon.”

The dragon’s heat increased, forcing Virion’s muscles to melt beneath him as he pumped his fingers, driving them deeper until the prince could hardly manage a breath.

“A third, or do you prefer the stretch?” Zirkhlon asked gruffly. It was the first allowance of Virion to his own body since they’d begun.

Virion gasped, short whimpers escaping his swollen lips as Zirkhlon kept prodding his core, evidently expecting him to speak.

Wicked pleasure flickered within his fiery gaze as he lowered himself to Virion’s ears to whisper, “Shall I open you with my cock? Hm? Would you like that,my prince?”

Slick pooled out of Virion unabashed, incited by the raging arousal the coarse words inflicted within him. No one had ever spoken to Virion so crudely, nor so boldly, and paired with his title, he became a victim of depravity.

Zirkhlon grunted his affirmative, taking the prince’s fresh slick as the answer it was, as he carefully tugged his fingers from the prince’s opening. Virion panted beneath him, hole clenching greedily as he watched the dragon undress himself.

Without shame or the mind to find it, Virion stared as Zirkhlon pulled the shirt from his body, revealing a strong, strapping body that seemed a sculpture come to life. Zirkhlon was built like a warrior, with clean-cut abs that were fanned with dark curls of hair that peppered up to his chest. There was a scar there as well, one that spanned unforgivingly down his midsection. Virion barely had a moment to contemplate it before Zirkhlon was discarding his trousers and with them, the remainder of his traitorous clothing that hid away thatbeautifulcock.

Ythene be good…

Virion has never glimpsed one so perfect. Long and taunt, curved at the head and with thick balls to match. Virion wanted to force Zirkhlon down and spend a fin feasting on his length. He would lather it with kisses before he licked and sucked until it spilt between his lips, at least three times. Then, he’d pay the same attention to those heavy balls, making sure they were well cared for before he would mount the man and ride him for feen.

Virion wanted that very much, but this was no night for that. This night, Zirkhlon would be the one performing the taking.

Wonderfully naked and exposed, Zirkhlon brought his hips right against Virion’s as he spread his legs and let his cock slide over the prince’s, wetting it with his slick.

They shared a bawdy groan as they watched themselves come together– Virion’s a shade lighter and an inch smaller. Virion watched, contemplating how far the dragon would reach inside, and shuddered with anticipation. Zirkhlon’s cock leaked all over Virion’s, dousing him in his heated arousal, and furthering his desire as he canted his hips in invitation.

It was all the dragon needed.

Lifting the prince’s hips, Zirkhlon lined his cock with Virion’s wet entrance before he slowly pushed in.

Virion’s gaze snapped up, fixing itself to the ceiling as the dragon’s cock opened his channel. He struggled for breath, clawing at the ground and not finding it aiding until the head slipped inside. But the victory was short-lived as the rest of him followed, and Ythene be kind… the cock truly was perfect.

He could feel it stretching him, forcing his body to open to accommodate, as it slid deeper and deeper until it brushed against his hidden bundle of nerves, and then Virion was spilling again with a broken cry.

His cum warmed his skin, wetting it in places he only felt at the edges of his mind; a mind that tumbled as the dragon’s thick cock settled inside of him.

It was hot— not warm, butscalding. It should’ve burned or hurt, but it only ignited Virion’s pleasure, making him tremble inside and out as his body eagerly adjusted.

“Ythene have mercy, Virion,” Zirkhlon bit out through gritted teeth. “Has no other ever fucked you?”

Virion’s tongue lolled too much to supply an answer. He had been breached before, never fucked. But he had a daunting feeling that he was about to be.

The dragon’s hands swept over his skin, spreading his cum and then bringing it to his lips for a taste. He groaned in delight before his hands returned to willing his legs spread wide as he canted his hips.

“Uh!” Virion whimpered as the cock pressed against his insides, dousing him in lust. “Ngh! Angh!”

Zirkhlon did it again, and again, nudging the sensitive bundle of nerves until Virion was whining for them, and then… then he fucked him.

Drawing his hips out, he pressed his cock back inside, driving himself in and out of the prince’s soaked channel. Virion could barely take it, could do nothing but lie there, staring at the ceiling as his host fucked his opening with his cock.

“Fire have it!” Zirkhlon cursed as he suddenly pressed Virion’s legs together and hugged them to his chest so he could have him properly.

His hips snapped against Virion’s, bringing with it his balls that tightened with every tight, wet slide inside the prince’s body. He was just as perfect inside as he was out, and Zirkhlon knew already this one time would not be enough.

For the first time since he met the prince, he prayed the storm would live longer.

“Z-Zirkhlon!” Virion moaned as his heavy gaze fell enough to see what he felt inside— the dragon thrusting deep into him— and muddying his mind with desire. “Oh Ythene!”

“You are so warm inside, so wet,” Zirkhlon hoarsely whispered while he dragged his lips along the prince’s legs, kissing them as his own eyes sank close. “I must fill you.”

Virion’s heart wept. He never allowed his bedmates to spill inside; he never wanted it, but now, Virionneededit. He felt himself tightening around the dragon, clenching fervently with each thrust as if to coax the seed from his balls, and he could not find shame within himself to stop.

“Yes!” Zirkhlon moaned, thrusting faster. “Do not stop, Virion!”

Virion did not dare. He pushed his hips back, meeting each of Zirkhlon’s thrusts and relishing in the onslaught of each one that sought to shatter him.

Virion had never felt so good, so sated even while he was still so impatient for more. It was like the moment before one came, when the pleasure was so great you could barely withstand it, only this moment kept going, andgoing, and Virion did not want it to end.

Fingers tightening around his legs, Zirkhlon thrusted faster and deeper, his cock dribbling inside of Virion, who ached to be filled.

“Zirkhlon,” he whispered breathlessly, catching the dragon’s eye for a moment. “Please.”

Perhaps Zirkhlon knew that Virion rarely spoke the word, never when in bed, so perhaps he understood how great a gift it was to be given here. Virion thought he might, because the moment he rasped with a bashful flush, the dragon’s eyes flooded red, and the fire beside them roared high as he began to spill inside of the prince.

Virion felt it, jutting from his jerking cock and gushing inside his body with a heat like no other. Virion’s whimpers crested into moans as the cum filled him, spurting from Zirkhlon who groaned as he thrust deeper, and forcing Virion’s body to contend with the copious amount.

Virion’s body took it greedily, overwhelmed with the pleasure that made him spill in turn as he trembled beneath the dragon. His cum slipped from him weakly, trickling out as the pleasure coasted through him on the inside, peaking where they were joined.

When Zirkhlon’s hips stilled, Virion slumped beneath him, leaving them a panting duo in a mess of their release.

Virion was a heap of nerves, still trembling beneath the muscled giant who had just taken him in ways no one ever had, and marked him so deeply, he would never forget.

Zirkhlon had cum inside of him… a lone, baseborn dragon’s seed in the Anael prince.

A hand against his cheek made his eyes open carefully to meet the ones staring down at him. There was a question there, a quiet confusion that matched what bloomed in his chest. That— what they’d just done— was better than anything Virion had ever experienced in his lifetime.

It should not have been.

Virion firmed himself with a deep breath, speaking only when he was sure it would come out strong. “We should stop here.”

The gentle touch halted, drawing back so quickly that Virion’s disappointment showed before his glamour fixed itself into place.

Zirkhlon watched him, nodding, “Yes, we should.”

Neither moved. Neither tried to. They stared at one another, their gazes carrying all which words never could.

“Weshouldstop,” Zirkhlon pressed, voice firm even as his hands settled possessively over Virion’s hips.

Virion willed himself to stay still, relying on all the training that could be mustered.

He would not move. He wouldnotmove.

He felt himself clench around Zirkhlon’s torturously perfect cock, glimpsed the dragon’s flared nostrils, and watched himself tumble into madness.

Sitting up in a rush, Virion grabbed onto Zirkhlon as he too reached for him, and did not breathe until their lips met again for a scorching kiss. Zirkhlon hoisted him up as he moaned with relief, thrusting up just as Virion pressed down, and then, there was only the pleasure.

They should stop, but they would not— could not.

The storm raged on.

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I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, I need Zirkhlon

Thoughts????

Thoughts on the double update??? On these two finally losing it??? On Zirkhlon having at Virion???

I love these two chapters and had to get them both out to yall cause I feel like it hits harder reading them together!!

Let me know all your thoughts!! and maybe we’ll do another two next week or just one – depends on the schedule

Next up is an Aiasthlyn update!

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