Gardening Tips for Dragonia Vines

Charlemagne stands in the corridor near his assigned quarters, speaking quietly to his guards as I end my run through the corridors. His back stiffens under the leather jacket as my scent reaches him. He turns his eyes already dark with desire as I stalk closer to him. His bone blades quiver in pleasure at my nearness. His pheromones deepen, whispering seductively of desire and need and Charlemagne. He inclines his head. “Tyr Anasazi.”

“Charlemagne Bolivar,” I murmur in a husky voice as I remember the last time that I had the pleasure of bedding Charlemagne. Clever, beautiful Charlemagne. I had been savoring the anticipation of my First Consort’s arrival for some time. Even in depths of passion and need, I could rely upon him to never say a wrong word while the ship listened.

“Indeed. Your exercise regime looks exhausting. I’m fatigued just watching you.” His eyes sweep slowly over my damp chest and tight exercise pants. His pheromones waft over me in soft waves of allurement.

“Then perhaps you should retire and take your ease.” I could certainly use some ease myself. I allow my own pheromones to heat with need and invitation. I smile as Charlemagne’s clever eyes brighten with anticipation.

“It’s so difficult to relax unless one has been properly…sated.” Charlemagne allows a hint of growl to infuse his husky voice.

I move swiftly, shoving him into the wall and pressing my body hard into his lean frame. I can feel his shudder of pleasure and the eager rise of his shaft. His pale hands slide up my biceps to settle on my bare shoulders.

“It has been too long.” I growl before biting his neck, sucking on his fair skin and savoring his unique taste. His guards are not reacting. Their faces are not familiar as I glance at them. They stare firmly at the wall opposite. Their scents speak of nervousness and excitement. I look down at Charlemagne. “Interesting guards? What exactly do they guard you against?”

“The unwelcome.” Charlemagne rubs his cheek against my damp shoulder. He licks the line of my collarbone and swirls his tongue in the hollow of my throat. “And unwelcome you are not.”

I raise an eyebrow and ask softly, “They know?”

“The Jaguar do not tolerate the foolish. They know.” He kisses my shoulder. His gaze holds mine. “I wanted no misunderstandings.”

“Speaking of the foolish how is Elssbett?” I ask, combing my fingers roughly through his pale blond hair.

“Boringly obvious.” Charlemagne nips pleadingly at my lips.

I give him what he wants. I yank his head back by his blond locks, taking his mouth in a brutal kiss. He growls throatily. His strong hands clutch my shoulders. His arms slide around me. His bone blades quiver and spread against my back, drawing blood. The scent of my blood will only make him wilder and more ardent. Charlemagne is a feral pleasure. I nuzzle his throat. “We can’t have you bored, can we?”

“No. We can not.” He presses urgently against me. His elegant hands fist in my long hair as he lays a trail of hot kisses up the length of my throat.

My hands slide down his chest only to encounter layers of vest and shirt and jacket. My hands ease beneath the jacket, open the vest then I lose patience rip the shirt open, exposing the silver hoops that mark him as mine. “Your excess clothing does not afford accessibility.”

Charlemagne laughs softly, clearly pleased at my eagerness for him. “It seems to be a problem with an easy remedy.”

“You must have an extensive wardrobe if one must rip them apart to get to you.” My hands spread possessively over the warm, smooth skin. He is well aware that I am more intrigued by what is concealed than what is openly displayed.

Charlemagne arches against me. His eyes are half closed with pleasure. “It is only you who has a standing invitation to rip my clothes off at any time.”

I stare at the small silver hoops piercing his pale pink nipples, remembering the day that I had set them in him; the day that he had agreed to be my consort. I trace the silver hoops then pinch his nipples hard enough to make him gasp and twist against me. “I trust you brought toys.”

He growls encouragement, rubbing his swollen shaft against me. “Umm. Some of my favorites.”

“Nipple clamps?” I whisper against his mouth, teasing. I had discovered during my first time with him how wild the clamps made him.

Charlemagne shudders. His boneblades jerk erect. He looks at me with eyes dark with need. “Oh, yes!”

I can hear footsteps approaching. Dylan’s. Fine, let him see what he will never have. I ignore him and kiss Charlemagne harder, tasting blood as I fill his mouth with the suggestive thrust of my tongue. His tongue strokes against mine, silently begging for more as his mouth opens wider under my harsh demand. His strong hands slide down to caress my ass and trace my cleft.

Dylan stops. “Tyr!”

I slowly raise my head, and study Charlemagne’s swollen, parted lips with satisfaction. I brush a lingering, soft kiss over his lips. I am reluctant to abandon the heat of his mouth and the pleasures of his body for even a moment. A smear of blood marks his beautifully shaped lips. I lick the blood away, winning a growl of need from him.

“Tyr!” Dylan snaps again impatiently. “What the hell are you doing?”

“I’m…greeting a fellow Nietzschean, Captain.” I fill my hands with the hard curve of my consort’s ass, pulling Charlemagne tighter to me without looking away. “What else would I be doing?”

“Step away from the Archduke.” Dylan orders. The Jaguar guards stir restively at the presumptuous demand in Dylan’s voice. Charlemagne stares ominously at the human. The Archduke’s elegant hands flex possessively on my shoulders. Anger mingles with desire in his scent.

I look languidly over my shoulder, displaying the sensual lines of my parted lips and the smoldering heat of my amber eyes. “Dylan. Did you need…something?”

Dylan’s face is set in tense lines. His pale eyes flinch away from me. “I need to go over some security issues with you.”

“Now?” My voice is husky and disbelieving as I arch, rubbing my swollen shaft against Charlemagne’s. “Can’t it wait?”

“Indeed.” My consort growls with hunger and need. His bone blades flare, marking my skin with shallow, burning scratches. He bites my shoulder hard, demanding my full attention.

Daffa-dilly’s pale eyes are simmering with irritation and unwilling desire as he looks from me to Charlemagne. Hot color rises in his cheeks. He clears this throat and tries for a neutral tone. “Is my crewman bothering you, Charlemagne?”

“My guards would hardly be standing by, watching if he were.” Charlemagne’s voice is tart. The Archduke slides his arms around my throat and stretches up, nibbling delicately at my mouth under Dylan’s frown.

“I didn’t realize that you two knew each other.” Dylan shifts from one foot to the other.

Charlemagne glares at Dylan. “Who says we did?”

“My mistake. I assumed…” Dylan falters.

“He is a magnificent specimen, is he not, Captain Hunt?” Charlemagne caresses my ass in full view of Dylan’s hungry gaze. “How have you been able to resist him?”

“I manage.” Dylan snaps ang.
.

Charlemagne chuckles and grinds his hips against mine. “Those High Guard types are made of stronger stuff than Nietzscheans.”

“Apparently.” I take his mouth again.

Charlemagne gives himself over to the sensations and groans loudly. “Move along, Captain Hunt. Nothing to see here. I won’t break your…crewman.”

“Well, then, um, I suppose we can go over the security updates tomorrow.” Dilly turns slowly away, wilting under the combined force of my pheromones and Charlemagne’s silently snarling for him to go away.

I yield to Bolivar, parting my lips as Dylan stomps off. Charlemagne eagerly accepts the invitation and fills my mouth with his tongue. He explores with slow lingering thrusts that verge on taunt. I cup his face in my hands and reclaim his mouth with a harsh, ruthlessness that leaves him clinging breathlessly to me when I finally lift my head.

I watch as Dylan stalks away. How appalled he would be if he knew that all of us could smell his arousal. Charlemagne in particular will be angry at Daffa-dilly’s presumption in both interrupting us and at Dylan’s unwitting challenge to my First Consort’s privileges and rights.

Charlemagne stares after him with angry, predatory eyes. “Is there something I can do?”

The only reason that Dilly is able to walk away down the corridor now is that Charlemagne knows that I have a use for the human. I do still have use for Dylan so I cannot give Charlemagne leave to kill him but I can offer my First Consort another way to punish Dylan’s challenge to him. I lean close, kissing the arching line of Charlemagne’s throat. I murmur softly between kisses, “He has displeased me greatly. He thinks to dominate me by attempting to withhold the bones.”

Charlemagne slides his hands down my chest and pinches my nipples hard, winning a growl from me. He nuzzles my throat, basking in the increase of my pheromones and the taste of my damp skin. He whispers, “Shall I teach him about real domination?”

I smile, thinking of Dylan in Charlemagne’s hands. “Yes. Plan a course of instruction and when the time is right, you shall have him. Now, let’s see if we can do something to relieve your boredom.”

I slide a hand around to cup Charlemagne’s shaft, squeezing, as I kiss him again. This time I am soft and gentle as I part his lips and linger over the heat of his mouth, the velvet stroke of his tongue as he tries to tease me into something more aggressive. I pull back and trace a finger over his lips. “I’m going to leave you for a minute.”

“No.” Charlemagne frowns and his hands tighten demandingly on me.

I bite his lower lip in warning. “I want to get something…I have a new toy for you.”

The frown vanishes and heat fills his eyes. His pheromones wrap warmly around me, full of temptation and promise. “What kind of toy?”

“Impatient. I’ve been saving it and thinking of you.” I bite his lip harder and he trembles against me. I lick his bruised lip and then raise my head. “When I return, be naked on your bed, waiting for me.”

His hands slide reluctantly away from me. “Yesssss…will you keep me waiting?”

“Have the clamps ready.” I slap his flank hard and step back. “Go.”

I turn and walk away to my quarters. It only takes a few minutes to retrieve the items that I need. I tuck them and a change of clothing into a small duffle bag and walk back. I should make Charlemagne wait longer but I have been dreaming of doing this to him for so long. The silent, excited guards track me with their eyes as I walk past and through the door.

Charlemagne is waiting for me. The silver clamps, padded and linked by a silver chain, lie in the palm of his pale hand. His luminous skin glows against the indigo velvet sheets. I touch the sheets with a curious hand, stroking the rich texture. These were new. Trust Charlemagne to provide his own accoutrements. “I thought you favored silk or satin.”

Charlemagne rolls over and lies back against the pile of matching pillows. “I have sets of these now. The texture reminds me of your skin.”

I smile, pleased at his praise. Normally I would expect him to be doing anything but lying naked on the bed so he could be punished. He must be eager to try the promised toy. His curious gaze goes to my bag. I toss it on thd and and sit down. “Undress me.”

Charlemagne slides off the bed and removes my boots. While he is occupied with that I take my surprises from the bag and tuck them under the pillows then toss the bag to the floor. I stand, caressing his pale hair as he peels my exercise pants off. He nuzzles my thighs and hard shaft, trembling as he inhales my scent and tastes my skin. His pheromones sing sweetly to me of his desire. His hands stroke my thighs.

I seize him roughly and throw him onto the bed, surging over him and holding him down. Charlemagne smiles up at me, sliding his arms around my throat. He still clutches the clamps tight in one hand; the silver chain brushes against my back. He wraps his legs around my hips, rubbing his shaft temptingly against mine. I kiss him harshly, forcing his lips wide and thrusting my tongue in his mouth, demanding his submission. When I raise my head finally, he is hot-eyed and gasping for breath.

“More.” He nips at my lower lip. His thighs tighten over my hips. “Please. More.”

“Yes. You know how it pleases me when you beg for punishment.” I reward him with another demanding kiss before rising up on my knees, admiring the lean body beneath me. Charlemagne is all lithe, fluid muscle beneath skin as pale and delicious as vanilla ice cream but that is the only vanilla thing about him. His pale pink nipples are tight and hard, surrounded by my silver hoops. My name is engraved in tiny script on those hoops, proclaiming my possession of him.

I slowly slide the clamps from his hand. I pool the chain in the center of his chest and drop the clamps atop it. I pinch each of the pierced nipples hard and tug at the silver hoops. Charlemagne gasps, shudders and arches against me. I kiss his chest softly as I alternate with pinches and tugging, twisting at the hoops. “More?”

“Please…please.” The muscles of his thighs and stomach are already tight with tension. His shaft is hard and proud, quivering with need. His bone blades are fully erect. His pheromones signal that he is already on the edge.

I take first one clamp then the other and warm them in my hand. Charlemagne watches with smoldering eyes as I tug on the pebbled nipples until they are tight and erect. His breath catches as I set the first clamp into place. He moans, his bone blades fluttering as I capture his other nipple in the remaining clamp.

It’s time for our new toys. I take his forearm and slide my hand over the bone blades, folding them back down. “Now, keep them down.”

“I can’t.’ He bites his bruised lower lip, struggling to fight his arousal back and obey me.

“Yes. You can.” I take a long strip of velvet cloth and wind it tightly over each forearm, binding the bone blades down. The soft texture of the cloth pressing against his sensitive skin will only add delightfully to his difficulties. Over the cloth, I fasten solid leather gauntlets with no slots for the bone blades. His breathing quickens and his splendid eyes darken with the knowledge that with his bone blades bound, he can only find release when I chose to remove the bindings.

I stare into his eyes. “Only when I wish it will you achieve release. Only when I am ready will you come. Your pleasure only after I am pleased.”

“Yes…yes…yes.” He twists slowly beneath me. His breath is quick and his skin damp. His pheromones deepen becoming more intense with his pleasure.

I slid back down slowly, enjoying the slick, damp friction of his bare skin and mine. I pause, admiring my handiwork. His nipples are swollen and dark pink now. I nibble around the edges of the clamps and stroke my tongue over and around the silver hoops. I gather the silver chain in my hand and tug lightly. He growls and arches his chest. I tug harder on the chain and bite his shoulder. “You want more?”

Charlemagne moans. His legs move, rubbing against mine. “Yes.”

“Good.” I moved down his stomach, lavishing kisses on the rippling muscles. He tastes wonderful. I growl against him as I kiss and nuzzle my way lower. My eyebrows rise and I smile. Charlemagne has a surprise for me too. A thick silver ring engraved with Kodiak and Jaguar symbols binds his thick shaft and heavy sac. I run a finger over the ring. “Something new.”

“A…A…surprise…for you.” Charlemagne pants hoarsely.

“I like it.” I very much like the way he looks, captured and bound by the silver ring. I sample him with a long lick. Delicious. I settle myself between his hard thighs and leisurely lick his cock over and over from base to tip, swirling my tongue over the wide head until he is glistening; waiting until his skin has absorbed me and licking him to wetness again. I rub my beard over his inner thighs in between pauses, watching his face as he watches me. Watching the fight in his eyes, in the tension of his body as his chemistry fights a losing war against my influence. Seeing the knowledge there that the more of me, he absorbs the more desperate he will be when I do take him.

“Please, Tyr.” Charlemagne pants. “Please. Fuck me.”

Finally I leave his shaft, glistening, swollen and unsatisfied. My hands keep a bruising grip on his flanks, forcing his hips to remain still while I take my slow pleasures of him, lingering over his taste.

“I’m not ready yet.” I tease, kiss and lick the delicate skin of his plump sac, playing my tongue over the warm metal of the ring. Here too, I linger, exploring tastes and textures as his pheromones levels rise higher and higher and his thighs quiver with unreleased tension.

Charlemagne moans loudly. “Ohhhh…please. I burn!”

“Not yet, but you will.” I rise back up on my knees, kneeling beside him, enjoying the hunger in his eyes as he stares at the jut of my dark and swollen shaft. I reach under the pillows and hand him a bottle of lube. “Prepare me.”

“I’ve thought of nothing else since getting on this ship except feeling you pushing deep inside. Feeling you fill me with your cock and your heat.” Charlemagne’s lips are swollen from my harsh kisses. His fair skin is flushed with pink. His eyes are dark and slumberous. He is altogether beautiful and almost irresistible in the depths of his need. He pours the lube into his palms, warming the cool liquid before smoothing it over me.

I take one of the velvet pillows and drop it over his hips. “Roll over.”

He licks his lips and hesitates. “I’ve…had no one since you.”

I lean down and kiss him hard and rough in reward. I know that Charlemagne has taken pleasure from others while we were apart as is right and proper but I also know that his keenest pleasure lies in being mastered and that I am the only one who can demand his submission; the only one to sink into his beautiful ass. He is truly mine…as if there were ever any doubt. I lift my head and command, “Do it.”

“Ride me hard, Tyr.” He begs as he positions himself on the pillow and spreads his thighs.

“There is no other way for us.” I smooth my hands over his pale cheeks.

He turns onto his face, involuntarily thrusting into the velvet as the texture teases his aching shaft. The pillow raises the lovely, hard curves of his ass high. Vivid blue bruises from my hands already mark his beautiful skin. His eyes are hungry as he looks over his shoulder at me. I hold his gaze as I kneel behind him and fill him completely with a single thrust.

“Yes! Oh yes, like that!” He trembles and clenches around me.

I lean forward, pressing deeper within him as I bite his shoulder. I slip my hand beneath him, gathering up the silver chain attached to the clamps. I tug on it. “Too much? Or not enough?”

“More.” He writhes beneath me, trapped between the stimulation of the soft velvet rubbing against his shaft and my hard thrusts gliding repeatedly over his sweet spot in time with my tugs on the silver chain.

There is thick pillar candle burning on the table by the bed. The candle is a deep indigo blue. Wax pools around the wick. My consort would not have placed the candle there if he did not hope that it would be used and the idea of marking his pale skin with the deep blue wax intrigues me. “Another new toy?”

He glances back over his shoulder with a sensual smile, his eyes going from the glow of the candle to me. “I am yours. Use me as best pleases you. Mark me if you choose.”

“This will only make you more aroused.” I warn as I measure the quiver and clench of his lithe body against the fast rising levels of need in his scent.

“Yes.”

I pick up the candle and tip it, pouring an stn stripe of the wax down the elegant length of his spine. Charlemagne hisses and his back flexes, driving me deeper. A pink flush suffuses his muscular back as the wax begins to harden. I set the candle back as Charlemagne spreads his knees wider. “Ohhhhh, Tyr! Yes….Yesssssss.”

I draw out my pleasure at long as I can. I am reluctant to lose the clinging, tight heat of Charlemagne’s exquisite ass; the desperate tremble of his lovely lean body beneath mine; the heady scent of his pheromones, silently begging me for more and more. At last I can hold out no longer and spill myself deep inside him. I collapse, panting and damp, against his back. The wax is still warm against my chest, making me harden again inside him. I kiss his shoulders and nuzzle his nape. “I have taken no other consort.”

It is not quite the same affirmation as he gave me but adequate. I have been with other men and taken what I wanted from them but none them were such that I would deem worthy of the place as my second consort. I thrust deep and hard inside him. “No other can give me the pleasures you do. No other knows my needs.”

“You have not been with another…like this?” Charlemagne gasps, pressing back to meet my rough thrusts. His quivering thighs spread wider, urging me to thrust deeper. His eyes glitter with pleasure. His scent deepens, enticing.

He does not understand but that is as it should be. Part of me is always separate from him. I must tell him a bit of my plan. My hands tighten on his flanks as I surge into him, increasing my pace, finally spilling myself deep within him again. “I am thinking of taking another consort…a human.”

“Who? Please not that insufferable kludge captain.” Charlemagne sneers. He glances at me over his shoulder. There is anger in his scent now.

“Not that one…another, if he’s amenable.” I remain, resting against the warmth of his back for a moment, stroking his back and flanks, whispering praise of his beauty and the pleasure that he has given me until his scent eases back into pleasure and need.

“Tell me of this human.” Charlemagne asks in an innocent voice but the tartness of his scent tells me of his jealousy.

“In time.” I kiss my way down his damp back, gently easing free of the tight cling of his wonderful ass. “Now you receive your reward for pleasing me.”

“Not yet…not yet, please. I enjoy riding the edge like this.” Charlemagne loves dancing on the edge between arousal and completion. He is not ready to come. But Charlemagne is not in control here…I am.

“I know you do.” I spread kisses and bites along the pale curves of his ass. I smile at the desperate tension rippling in his muscles as I urge him over onto his back. This has more than matched my fantasies of how it would be. I run my hands over the navy leather of the gauntlets. “Hold still. Don’t lose control of your blades. You don’t want to displease me, do you?”

“I’ll try.” Charlemagne gasps as I fondle his bone blades through the thick leather.

“Good.” I unclasp the leather gauntlets as I kiss and nibble his elegant hands. I stroke the outline of his blades, bound by the velvet. His breath comes in ragged pants as my fingers draw circles, rubbing the velvet against the skin at the bases. Slowly I remove the velvet bindings. The bone blades are tightly folded, shivering with tension. I bring his arms up to my mouth and lick the bases. Charlemagne arches against me with an inarticulate cry, his bone blades immediately snap out, fiercely erect.

Charlemagne groans. His pale hands cup my face, caressing the line of my beard. “I’m sorry.”

I smile down at him, pleased that he cannot hold out against me. “You disappoint me. Your self-control has eroded in our time apart.”

I lick my lips and slide down to take his quivering shaft in my mouth. I snap the cock ring free. His entire body trembles. He will not last much longer. I draw hard on him as I stroke with my tongue. I slide two fingers inside and stroke his sweet spot. A hoarse groan escapes him. His hands fist in my hair and his hips arch helplessly into the heat of my mouth. He calls my name and yields, giving himself over to me.

Charlemagne lies bonelessly quiescent beneath me. His hands are relaxed now in my braids. “Who is this human are are considering?”

“Don’t be tedious. You will find out in time.”

“As you wish.” Charlemagne turns his head sharply away to stare at the candle. Anger is giving his scent a sharper, dangerous edge that stirs me into renewed desire for him.

I growl in pleasure and nuzzle his cock, encouraging the thickening length of it. “I like it when you pout.”

“That’s not what I’m doing.”

“Of course not.” I slide up to his chest and tug on the silver chain for the delight of hearing him gasp and hard thrust of his hips against me. I can feel the renewed tension in his thighs and stomach as I gently ease the silver clamps free. I begin kissing and sucking on his nipples, lightly running the tip of my tongue over them. His strong thighs tighten around me and his shaft quivers and throbs between our sweat slicked bodies. Soon Charlemagne is moving restlessly beneath me; his breath is ragged and quick.

“OH!” Charlemagne shudders, spilling himself between us. His arms close fiercely around me and his hands urge me upward.

I smile down at the glow of surprised pleasure in his eyes. I kiss his swollen lips softly in promise. Only an emergency could drag me from his bed and body but no need to let him know that. Already I am stirring and rising against his thigh. Already I want him again. “Yes, sweet Charlemagne. Our night has only begun. Roll over and we will begin anew. I’ll have your ass again.”

He returns the kiss ardently. His arms hold me close as he asks, “Will you remain with me tonight?”

“Perhaps…if you please me again.”

Charlemagne rolls over and kneels, spreading his thighs wide. I move behind him, admiring the heavy sway of his sac. I cradle the silken weight in my palm for a moment then bend to snap the cock ring closed, binding it to the thickness of his shaft. Charlemagne shivers and looks back at me with heavy-lidded eyes.

I roughly spread his cheeks apart and stare down at my puckered goal, teasing him with light nudges against it but not entering.

“Please.” Charlemagne arches, tilting his hips toward me in pleading. Tyr, please. I need you.”

I wait, teasing him until he isn’t expecting it then suddenly I bury myself all the way inside him. Charlemagne cries out in surprised pleasure. I hold still, enjoying the quiver, tremble and clench of his body around me as he adjusts to my ruthless invasion. Charlemagne presses back but I do not move. I slide a hand over his flank and very lightly caress his bound shaft and sac with just my fingertips. He shivers beneath me. Just as he thrusts under my hand, I lean forward to toy with his nipples. His thighs spread wider as I pinch his nipples hard and tug at the silver hoops. Finally when he is begging, then I begin to thrust in a ruthless rhythm, pounding hard and deep. The night is young and I have been apart from him for so very long.

TBC