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Once upon a time, in a kingdom full of wonder and riches, lived a proud king who through his charm earned a dragon's love.

In her love for him, she bore him a child, a white-haired halfblood who would one day grow to be even stronger than she; wise in the magic of humans and blessed with the powers of a dragon.

In realization and fear of this future, the king killed his dragon wife, devouring her heart so that he might obtain the dragon's blessing of long life. When he set his sights on the child however, it was too late. 

The boy took his dragon form in rage, damaging the castle and swearing vengeance as he was driven out of the kingdom by the powerful king and his soldiers.

Till this day, the dragon’s whereabouts remain unknown, but some say the King's power plunged him into a deep sleep, and in doing so protected the people until the end of time.

Tohma shuts the small book of legends, resting it on his lap; the last of its kind he had managed to steal from the royal archive.

All through his life many have called him impulsive, and greedy but honestly he just knows a good opportunity when he sees one.

He knows what true power should look like.

He'd spent all his life chasing the prestige of the nobility’s inner court. Playing the part of the scholar had been a means to get there even when he found sifting through hills of papers and scrolls dreadfully boring.

Fortunately his interest in the King's past had paid off. Though the documents had been classified as myths, the scholars couldn't stop the rumors milling about the streets. Quiet whispers and tales older than Tohma's almost eighteen years. 

Rumors of all copies of a little book of legends seized and burned in the city square nearly a century ago.

In his hands Tohma holds the only copy left, kept by the scholars as a sort of treasure.

Tohma suspects there's only one reason the king would have wanted to quell rumors of the dragon back then. The official story now is that his long life came as a blessing from the Gods. 

Anyone who dared to say otherwise spoke of treason and would be condemned to the pyre to 'cleanse' their impure heart with fire.

By now they should have realized the book was gone and it solidifies that for Tohma, returning isn't an option, his life forfeit at the King's ‘mercy’.

He's not afraid of being followed though, he's about three weeks out of the city at this point. The only stop he'd made had been to get directions and find a caravan willing to take him to his destination.

The edge of the cursed forest to the North. 

The cart bumps along the path with increasing frequency now, the horse whining with discontent, and Tohma is forced to bundle up his possessions more securely. Looking out the open back of the vehicle he can see the cool mist rolling in uneven waves and swirls along the ground. The cart's heavy, wooden wheels cutting though the eerily white shapes that seem…alive.

It sends a chill down his spine and not for the first time he's plagued by doubts whispering at the back of his mind that what he's chasing is simply a legend. 

Before he'd found direction, the thought never left his mind. His only hope had been to keep walking North and never stop. Against the weariness, the uncertainty, even if his bones gave out, he needed to keep going.

A strange prickling sensation had awoken within his heart the very moment he'd first read of the legend and it’s yet to cease.

Yet to cease tugging him northward. 

Something greater is pushing him and who is Tohma to refuse the thrill?

Still, he had no idea what he was looking for and in all the myths of magic he's read, not knowing the signs was as good as a death sentence. A vague direction could only get you so far.

So he’d stopped, left with no other choice but his last resort, asking directions of the one being humans are warned to be wary of their words around.

Feared even more so than dragons.

‘Tell me child, what do you have to give in return should I tell you where he rests?’

‘What do you want?’

The conversation with the demon was confirmation enough. The dragon prince lay somewhere. Whether alive or dead is all that's left to be seen.

Tohma figures he should have framed his question to include confirmation of that as well but two weeks of ceaseless walking and hiding doesn't exactly put one’s mind in the best state.

Worse still is what the demon took from him.

Did to him.

Tohma’s forced himself numb to the changes, still foreign but quickly becoming familiar. Permanent. He's getting used to it.

‘You might even end up thanking me~’

He tells himself it'll all be worth it in the end. 

“Oi kid, this is as far as I go!” The driver shouts from his perch. 

Tohma nods, "I understand.” 

He hops out of the back, carefully making his way to the front to hand over the rest of the jewelry he'd promised as payment. Two golden rings and a sapphire studded brooch; the marks of his life of a minor noble scholar the Vaults.

Truly no turning back now.

He watches the caravan leave down the hill before turning back to the lip of the forest.

It looks ordinary enough but the wide trunks of it's trees are pressed too closely for him to contemplate entering. Had he come this way on his own he'd have thought his best bet was to go around it rather than risk injury trekking through.

Keep going North.

But this is where North leads.

And Demons don't lie when asked correctly. 

Tohma puts on his monocle, one item he'd been loath to part with so he'd hidden it away to discourage thieves. Now he's on his own.

Completely and utterly.

And somewhere in this forest is a beast not all that different from him.

He forces his foot forward, squeezing past the first line of gnarled trunks and overgrown roots that threaten to break his ankle regardless of where he places his feet.

Surprisingly, the mist parts for him to see his obstacles, the ground three feet around him clearing with each step, beckoning.

He swallows down his trepidation, smiling to himself. Whether he's going to regret this later remains unsure but he keeps pushing forward.

After a while he's spat out into a clearing and nearly knocked off his feet by the overbearing aura of a powerful presence nestled somewhere in the dark twilight.

More trees appear before him but these have their trunks coated in frost, some devoid of leaves while others have their foliage frozen in place. The sky above is a dark, steel gray, winds whipping gently in contrast to the gentle air Tohma had experienced at the forest’s entrance.

This is the place, the hidden inner forest visible only to those who have struggled to get through the barrier.

In his chest, Tohma can feel his heart thudding to near bursting. Excitement, fear and caution overwhelming him first and foremost before he can get a grip on his emotions.

He wills the anxiety back, forcing calm so he can keep moving.

The closer he gets, the colder it becomes so he has to pull his cloak even tighter around himself. He expects it to grow frigid and unforgiving soon but no matter how far he goes the cold remains a whispering breath along the exposed skin of his face.

The mist creeps along, parting for him, until finally he's standing at the dark maw of a large cave. Its walls are a pale, crystalline blue, snaking inward and Tohma reaches out a wary hand to touch.

Cold but not biting.

The jagged edges of ice look sharp enough to cut deeply if not treated carefully so he lifts his hand and riffles through his pack for a lantern.

He had only packed necessities. Two changes of clothes, some spare change, water and now stale bread, along with matches and a small lamp now with only a little oil left.

The last thing is a small knife, one he's never had to use until this moment but straps to his thigh now.

He lights the lamp, hoping it'll get him where he needs to.

He takes quiet, careful steps into the cave, wary not to let his cloak get caught on the points of the ice spikes jutting out of the ground. He can only guess he's been walking for about ten minutes when a faint light suddenly catches his eyes.

He turns off the lamp, marvelling at the intricate ice work that made up the inner chamber of the dragon's lair.

Scale-like pillars reach up towards a high ceiling, the ice they're made of seeming to exude a faint glow. Sharp but delicate flower shapes along the circular wall add a bit more light, sparse but striking in their contrast to the cold, desolate beauty. There's a hearth at the center, dug into the frost covered stone of the cave floor; it's set up in an almost human manner, as if a person would need the fire to cook or boil water. 

Further from the hearth is a pile of blankets, cushions and other bedding materials in a small alcove with a thin translucent curtain between it and the main area. Again it looks made for a human to lounge in even if larger than should be for a single person.

Tohma's still pondering on it when the feeling that he's being watched settles upon him.

He turns to the dark alcove right of the room; in the dim light he had brushed it off in his initial assessment of the place, his guess being it was just a tunnel leading to some other part of the cave. 

But now its size, just like everything save for the bed and hearth, speaks of something monstrous and large. 

He sees it then. Two harsh slits of pale blue locked on his position. Their intensity makes him stumble back a step but he regains his composure, shoulders pulled back with arms calmly at his sides.

He won't be cowed by this creature, not yet.

“Who is it that disturbs my rest?” The voice is calm if just a little bit disdainful, a low rumble demanding answers, “How did you find this place? Tell me.”

He's alive, Tohma smirks, “Which would you like me to answer first, Your Highness?”

A menacing growl reverberates off the walls and Tohma feels it shaking him from the inside out. A strange eagerness pools in his gut and he can feel his knees going weak.

It's fear and awe, he has to get a grip on himself. Stay focused. He keeps his eyes locked on the ground for now, showing a bit of deference.

“Don't address me by that title.”

“But it's yours and I've come to help you claim your right!” Tohma bites out, willing a collected stillness into his voice.

The low growl stops and when Tohma is able to face the dark alcove head on he picks out the vagueness of a shape shifting within the shadows. 

Growing smaller and smaller. 

The large blue eyes are human shaped now and a figure steps out into the soft illumination of the inner chamber.

The man stands before Tohma, looking regal even in a simple combination of loose white pants and a blue robe left open to show the sculpted plains of his lean muscled torso.

His face is an unearthly combination of beautiful and handsome, fair lashes and strong jaw with an iridescent pattern of dragon scales fading in and out of existence along the smooth skin. He lifts a hand to push back unruly locks of snow white hair from his face so he can inspect Tohma more closely with those intelligent ice blue eyes.

In a matter of seconds Tohma can't account for, the dragon is before him. Looming over him with disdain and distrust.

So fast.

So close.

The blond's first instinct is to take a step back but he remains still, more out of shock than any real confidence this thing won't hurt him.

All some beasts need to snap is a chase and Tohma can't be certain what kind of beast he's dealing with yet.

“Tell me your name.” The human voice isn’t as deep but still rich, commanding and beautiful, and Tohma can feel a mist form in his mind, sifting and egging the answers out of him against his will.

“Tohma…Ishibashi Tohma-” he claps a hand over his mouth. He hadn't meant to respond so easily.

When he looks up into the dragon's face the creature is smirking, proud of himself.

“As you've seen, you can't hide anything from me so you might as well spill your guts before I kill you, tainted one.”

Tainted, a means to refer to anyone who's bargained with demons. Regular humans wouldn't be unable to tell but other creatures of magic certainly could.

Tohma isn't all that surprised but it leaves him feeling even more vulnerable with less information to keep to himself.

The dragon pulls away from him, gaze now flat but still guarded. For his own safety, safety Tohma decides to speak frankly.

“To answer your second question, the demon told me how to find you.”

“And why would you need to find me?”

“I want you to come back and take your rightful place! Your father, he's-”

The dragon holds up a palm, waving him off, “It's none of my concern, the people cast me out and now they must deal with their invincible, near immortal tyrant for however long he lasts.” He looks bored now, like Tohma's pleas aren't worth any consideration but the blond can see the feigned distance in his eyes. A front.

Tohma pulls upon the last bit of information he had gleaned from the Demon.

“Jin,” the dragon halts, turning away from the bedding area back to Tohma, “That's your name right? I want a pact.”

The wind flares around them and suddenly Tohma's aware of the world tilting on its axis. His back strikes the hard earth causing a flash of pain to shoot up his spine. More frightening is the weight atop him, holding his knees in place, cold unforgiving fingers digging into the flesh of his wrists as they're pinned either side of his head.

This is it.

This is how he dies.

He struggles but all the strength and prowess from his smaller years on the streets do nothing for him now.

The Prince's breath is shockingly warm against his ear, chiding, like Tohma's a child too stubborn for his own good. And maybe in the grand scheme of things, compared to the Prince's hundred or so years, Tohma might as well be.

“Who do you think you are? Waltzing in here with the guts to intrude on my rut just to spout nonsense and try seducing me into a contract.” 

Tohma blinks in shock, struggles stilling beneath Jin's body.

Rut?

Seduce? 

The demon’s keenness on Tohma's punishment begins making a twisted form of sense.

He had been sending Tohma to his death regardless.

Demons don't lie but they omit…they trick; everything entirely for their own amusement.

Jin pulls back to look into his eyes and Tohma can see the satisfaction in them at Tohma's own quiet fear of what the creature thinks is from guilt of the truth.

“You're beginning to realize, hm? What's to stop me from raping you right here, using you as I please until I'm done, and tossing your body out into snow should you survive. What makes you think you have any power over me, human?”

A sick sense of arousal twists somewhere inside Tohma's body and that in turn breeds indignation; at himself, at the demon and most of all, at the creature holding him down. His reason for everything.

There's no way Tohma is dying here.

He relaxes, picking his next words carefully, “I don't.”

That seems to confuse the beast but the cold, uninterested mask is quickly forced back before Tohma can revel in his small victory.

“I don't have any power over you, but I know you won't do that, Your Highness.”

“What makes you think that?” Jin scoffs as he buries his face in the crook of Tohma's neck. As if to drive home a point he licks a warm stripe, letting his fangs graze the taut flesh that might as well be paper to him.

It causes shudders through Tohma's body and he can feel a hardening length pressed into the cramped space between their lower abdomens, but he ignores it, fighting the tremor from his words, “You're not that type of person, he's made you out to be a monster, and you might believe that about yourself but you were young, my lord. Grieving, afraid, betrayed-”

“Shut up!” Jin snaps “Just shut-”

“But I don't hold that against you,” Tohma rushes out. Jin pulls away, and Tohma realizes his hands are free, he holds onto Jin's robe before the dragon can stand and leave him there, “I’ve come this far because the people need you now…I need you.”

Jin looks down at him, their gazes locked for a tense silent second.

“No one needs a monster ruling them, not one that destroyed their capital in a rage the first time,” the Prince says with a disapproving click of his tongue.

Tohma manages to get the knife out before Jin can shove him into the ground again, he holds it between their bodies, closer to Jin’s heart like a threat and it's only then that the dragon seems amused.

“That's not going to do anything, just give me your body willingly and I'll be sure to go easy on you.”

He sounds like a brat more than used to getting what he wants and Tohma can feel that gentle pull of the mist on his mind once again but he resists. The cool of Jin's body against his own strangely cleansing as it is arousing.

“It's not for you, I'll kill myself right here and deprive you of your toy.”

Jin cocks a brow, “Really?”

“Make a pact with me and you can do whatever you want.”

Mindlessly making pacts with any magical beast he comes across should be the last habit Tohma gets into but as of right now he's not quite sure what other route to take.

Jin's amusement fades and in a flourish of magical prowess he steals the knife from Tohma's grip, embedding it into one of the glowing ice pillars with a nonchalant wave.

Those predator’s eyes fix on Tohma once again.

“What's your play now, Tohma?” he draws the name out, testing it on his tongue in smooth, melodic syllables. His smile is sharp but admittedly erotic. 

Tohma frowns, not revealing how impressed he is, “That won't stop me, this whole place is covered in shards.”

“And you think you'll be able to escape me long enough to commit?” he grinds his arousal into Tohma's stomach, a pointed reminder.

“Do you want to test me, your Highness? I've got nothing to lose… unless you give me something to look forward to.”

The implication behind his words rests heavy between them and Tohma can see the cogs working in the dragon's eyes. Assessing whether he's worth the effort and Tohma sends a half hearted prayer into the universe that he is.

On a normal day Jin wouldn't bother considering the offer. The blond beneath him seems to be more trouble than it's worth but that,  along with so much more, seems to be what draws Jin in even more.

There's a fight in those deep blue eyes, grating on him, pulling him deeper.

Worse still is the scent, so ripe and tart.

It's a miracle no other creature pounced on the boy on his way here.

There's also the demon's words. Contrary to popular beliefs magical creatures could easily become as tainted as humans. It would just be harder for humans to know.

In a moment of weakness many decades ago Jin had found his own demon, asking for information, needing to know if his life would always remain in this cold desolate space.

And the demon had spoken of one who'll come to him with an offer too good to be true, one that would easily find their way through the maze of the hidden forest and come straight to him.

It had to be a coincidence but yet, Tohma was beneath him, offering, willing to believe in Jin’s power and see him not as a simple monster.

Tohma.

He turns the name over in his mind.

Compared to Jin he's still so young. 

With his heightened sense Jin can smell the blond’s trepidation, can hear the rapid beat of his tainted human heart. But those eyes are still fighting him, unyielding.

And making them yield is a challenge Jin is having trouble resisting.

He lifts one of his hands to Tohma's face, placing the pad of his thumb to the human’s bottom lip. He lightly scrapes the soft flesh with the sharpened tip of a black claw.

“You shouldn't go around asking for contracts so callously, human.”

“It seems one way to get what I want, and I'm not afraid of getting my hands a little dirty~”

Jin chuckles at that, very well.

Before the human can add another witty response Jin presses their lips together, keeping the boy's jaw open with his thumb so he can explore as much as he wants with his tongue.

Had this human not interrupted his rest he'd have slept through the worst of his rut but now, at full mast, with the scents of ripe fruit just waiting to be plucked thick in the air, there's no way he'll live without burying his cock into something warm.

Something made just for him.

Tohma struggles briefly, moaning deeply as Jin's tongue makes its way down his throat.

Jin doesn't want to pull away yet, so temptingly decadent.

Had this been Tohma’s punishment? Make him irresistible to any creature he came across so they'd kill him in their passion before he got to Jin? It certainly seemed in the taste of demons.

But Jin is only half of a creature. He keeps his control despite the temptation Tohma's body provided.

Pulling back, he takes a steadying breath to think on next steps. 

If he wants this human to survive the rut he'll have to prepare him appropriately.

Tohma lay sprawled on the cave floor, watching Jin with awe and excitement as he pushes himself up on his elbow. His eye piece is askew and there's a faint red mark on his neck where Jin had threatened him with a bite earlier but he looks like he's basking in silent victory.

“Should I take that as a ‘yes’ to our pact?” 

Jin scoffs, sitting back and pulling the blond into his lap. Tohma lands with a soft, startled sound, trying and failing not to get close to Jin's cock.

“State your terms first,” Jin hums, undoing the claps of the blond's stuffy cloak so he has access to the other's neck.

Tohma gasps at the feeling of lips along his collarbone. It's never been this easy to get turned on for him but the deft movements of Jin's hands and mouth seem to be unraveling him faster than he can handle.

Claws slip beneath the simple cotton shirt he's wearing, gliding up and down his body. They bite into his flesh easily, the promise of broken skin a strangely euphoric fantasy.

It's becoming increasingly harder to think so he settles on his terms quickly.

“You can do what you wish as long as you come with me to Frostheim and take your place as King.”

Jin stops, staring him right in the face, “That's all?” 

Tohma gives him a sly smile, cocking his head innocently, “What else is there?”

“If that's all you want,” then it's settled.

Tohma frowns, “What about your terms?”

Jin resumes kissing him, pressing their bodies close and this time the cold of Jin’s skin does little to clear his mind. It makes him want and the eager pool in his gut spills out into wanton desire.

He welcomes Jin's tongue now, the wet, warm weight of it intruding into his body like Tohma is something to be plundered.

Taken.

Jin pauses only to whisper into the air between them, not an answer, not really.

“I'll let you know when we finish.”

A voice at the back of his mind screams at him to push for clarity but Jin is upon him again. The sound of ripping fabric sings through the air and Tohma gasps at the assault of freezing air along his skin.

His nipples pebble against it, downy nubs growing hard and sensitive as Jin reaches both hands up to toy with them.

Something large and hot pokes at his stomach and Jin lets him pull away to look down.

So red.

And big.

The dragon's organ is as wide as his forearm, and almost as long as his torso. Fear, primal and instinctual begs at him to run but he's taken by the curve and shape of it, different to a human’s in every way with its pulsing tip and symmetrical ridges along the sides.

When the shock wears off and he's finally able to speak he's surprised at how matter of fact he's able to sound, “There's no way it'll fit.”

Jin gives him another disapproving click, taking one of Tohma's hands and bringing it to the throbbing member, “Let me worry about that,” he runs his other hand up Tohma's spine, “Just focus on feeling good for me.”

He feels that nudge in his mind again but he pushes against it. Choosing to work by his own will.

It's easier said than done but Tohma finds a rhythm, drowning in the sweet, sweet things Jin’s tongue does to his throat while grinding into the delicious pressure of Jin's thigh against his sex.

The demon had changed his body and Tohma had been prepared to live his life unable to accept pleasure from others should they be turned off by the results of his pact. But Jin doesn't seem to mind it, lifting his leg just a bit as Tohma lowers his hips again. Over and over. Slowly growing more desperate.

He moans, the hold he has on Jin's monster cock growing tighter, his inexperienced strokes sloppy and uncoordinated.

He can feel his own juices sleeping out, coating the crotch of his pants in an embarrassing display of arousal.

He wants to be touched there, wants Jin touching him in a place he never expected he'd want anyone even seeing.

“Someone seems eager.”

Tohma's startled from his gaze by the playful edge to Jin's voice. He looks down to see a darkening grey stain in Jin's white pants.

“I…I didn't…” it's a struggle to keep his hips from shamelessly seeking the sensation once again.

“Don't bother, it's a good sign. Come.” How Jin would like to fuck him in this position, watching Tohma's hole struggle to take him in before roughly fucking up into the tight reluctant heat by force. He'd take Tohma on the floor next, sinking his teeth into every inch of skin available.

He'd have to be careful, tainted or not, the boy was still human and dragon claiming bites don't take on humans. 

Alas, Jin isn't a thoughtless beast. He knows the touch of an inexperienced partner when he feels it and Tohma's scent is fraught with uncertainty though he does a good job of hiding it.

He leads the blond to the alcove with the blankets and cushions and Tohma stares at it curiously until Jin shoves him into the nest.

Tohma lands with a dull thud, managing to turn onto his back as Jin comes down on him.

“Shoes.” The dragon growls.

Tohma toes them off with ease, crawling further into the alcove to put some space between them so he can get his thoughts in order but Jin crawls after him, an almost grin pulling at his lips.

“Isn’t his Highness enjoying this too much?” Tohma asks coolly.

“You're the one who seemed to be enjoying yourself on my leg back there? Or would you prefer I fuck you into the ground instead?” Jin stops when their bodies are just a foot apart, Tohma's warm, tart breath brushing his chin. He watches the blond's eyes move from his face to the swollen member standing proud between Jin's legs. “Tell me, what do you know about dragon mating?”

Jin's own knowledge had been hard to find given there are only so many human villages beyond the kingdom with actually useful libraries. Dragons were a rare species so more often than not he had no one to teach him save for himself. 

He watches a slight blush creep into Tohma's cheeks.

“Only of how they do it with each other.”

Jin sighs, that's about what he expected. There's no way his father would have let the information of crossbreeding techniques leak out so easily.

He pushes his hand into Tohma's chest and the blond obediently falls into the cushions. That pleases a primal part of Jin's dragon hindbrain. 

So you can be good when you want to be, hm?

He wants to rip off the pants but he takes his time so he can explain, drinking in the way Tohma watches him with hunger and expectation. 

“For a dragon and human pair it's a little bit different to what you've read,” he sinks a claw into the hem, pulling it down over Tohma's raised hips, he spots his prize, red and glistening, nestled within scant curls of dark blond hair. 

He can see fear of judgement in Tohma's watchful gaze and Jin pieces together that the boy wasn't always like this. A part of the punishment, he assumes.

Regardless, Jin plans to fuck the shame and self loathing out of him by the time the day ends.

He keeps his face straight, focusing on his explanation, “You’ll need a bit of preparation so we'll do it in this form first, that way you can get used to my size.”

“Why?”

Jin gets the cloth past Tohma's knees and finally down to his ankles so the blond can easily kick them off, “For a proper rut I'll need to knot you in either my true form or my intermediary one,” he brings his voice to a flat whisper, “You wouldn't survive the former, trust me.”

He pulls back enough just to watch the realization dawn on Tohma's face.

The blond stares at the claws, and translucent scales fading in and out of view. “This isn't your intermediary form.”

“No, it's my humanoid one. Unlike most other dragons I can look more or less human if I want but this is more-” Jin pauses, unsure on why he feels the need to explain himself.

Tohma is watching, eager for more information but Jin  hastily slots their bodies together, settling between Tohma's thighs so he can speed things along. He's getting impatient and the longer he takes the more risks there are for both of them.

“Now you know. It's going to hurt for a bit and you might start hating me when we begin but it'll be too late by then,” Jin won't be able to let him go, his control can only be be spread so thin in the state he’s in, “Do you still wish to continue with this pact? I haven't stated my terms so you're free to leave now.”

It becomes clearer why he hadn't stated his terms yet and it makes Tohma feel like he's being patronized.

Should he leave, Jin would have to face the consequences of Tohma's intrusion on his own. 

Alone.

No matter how scared he feels at the thought of that thing going inside him, Tohma isn't that much of a selfish coward. Besides, he's not going to be the first human to be fucked by a dragon.

He's not abandoning this man, not like everyone else has.

He grabs the collar of Jin's robe, pulling the prideful dragon forward, “Does my body scare you that much, my prince?”

Jin scoffs, batting his hands away. He reads the permission in Tohma's gaze, “Just who do you think you are? Don't say I didn't warn you.”

Jin slips a clawed finger between Tohma's plump folds, being careful to use a spell to keep from hurting the boy. It earns him a quiet gasp, stifled by a bottom lip taken between teeth. Jin is going to work on making him scream later but he's focused on opening the boy up now.

He adds a second finger, the slick warmth welcoming him with a little more resistance.

“Not as ready as I thought,” he murmurs. Tohma's raised knees tremble either side of him, kept from closing by the solid weight of Jin's presence.

“Please…” Tohma whispers, breathy. Needy.

“Be patient, unless you want to get hurt.” He presses his thumb to the swollen bundle of nerves just begging for his attention and Tohma's fat, hungry pussy clenches around his fingers, a startled cry cut off by a desperate groan of displeasure. Jin smirks, “You like that?” 

He returns the pressure, adding a third finger as he does and Tohma's cries increase in pitch, his hips grinding against Jin's hand like they possess a mind of their own.

“Tight…it's so tight…”

“Yes, it is, very good,” Jin works the three fingers in, stretching and feeling out for any weak spots. 

Beneath him, Tohma whimpers, shallow breaths turned ragged and eyes glazing over from the onslaught of new sensations Jin is sure he's feeling.

“You never tried this after the demon?” Jin asks.

“Too busy…looking for…you,” Tohma forces out.

Jin shakes his head, adjusting his position so he can more comfortably take Tohma in a kiss while prepping his pliant hole, “Your body’s a lot more honest Tohma, you were scared weren't you? Scared of feeling good this way.” He presses their lips together before Tohma can answer. He doesn't need a clear answer. He can tell he's right and Tohma knows not to argue now, melting around Jin's fingers and seeking out the pleasure of their intrusion.

It's hard at first but each scrape sets Tohma's nerves aflame with feeling. It's an array of sensations entirely foreign to him and it makes his head swim with ecstasy. A pleasure that makes him forget why he came here in the first place. The feeling of Jin's hand at his waist, positioning him. Holding him in place. He's not going to be able escape this and the thought drives him mad with arousal.

He feels a nudge at his hole and looks down to see the dragon’s cock slowly but gently prodding at his aching sex. He can't imagine what it'll do to him but he bites his lip in expectation, trying to focus on his breathing.

Jin tsks, tilting the blond's chin up, “Eyes up here.”

Tohma looks up, feeling almost spellbound. Jin could be using his powers on him and Tohma would be too weak to fight it off. Too eager for ruin to do anything to save his body from being a slave to Jin's animal pleasure.

The intrusive weight comes, splitting him open an inch at a time and Tohma cries out, a pitched moan that tests Jin's patience. He tries to focus on the feeling of Jin's claws digging into his skin; the sharp, steel of that icy gaze piercing his body but it's too much, the worrying heat and pulse of it inside his body as it slowly knocks the air from his lungs. It's hurts but there's something else there, a sharp sting of something sweeter and hypnotic.

Jin is trying his best to keep them both to pace but he can feel his own want slipping out. Tohma's virgin hole is sucking him in with wanton desire, slick walls guiding him even further as Tohma's body slowly adjusts to his length. The copper scent of blood fills the air and Jin's cock throbs painfully. It's really the human's first time. He wants to ram it all in and the far away look in Tohma's eyes almost tempts him closer. 

“We're nowhere near started,” his voice is a raspy whisper in the space between them and Jin feels the way small fingers dig into the skin of the back. They're strong, stronger than any man or woman Jin has been with. 

But in Jin’s presence, that strength serves for nothing more than to turn him on, he makes himself weak to the scratching, the blond shouldn't be the only one to bleed tonight.

“Hurts…” Tohma grunts out.

Jin expects as much. He buries his nose in the gentle waves of Tohma's hair, breathing in the musk of Tohma's more natural scent, worn and masked by the wear of travel and nerves but still enticing. “It's your first time…what'd you expect?”

Tohma whines beneath him as Jin forces his cock deeper and deeper.

Several long moments later, he feels himself hit base, tip kissing the opening to Tohma's womb where he'll plant his seed. He groans out a curse and looks down to see clear glistening pearls in Tohma's eyes.

The blond still looks the same as before, trying to seem unruffled even with the bulge of Jin's dick spanning his midsection. 

It only makes Jin more impatient to get to the good part, “Want me to move, human?”

Ever so slightly, Tohma shuffles under him, fists curled into the sheets above his head now, he'd pulled them from Jin’s back a while ago. “Why ask me?” He sounds winded, like all the breaths being knocked from his lungs. He feels breathless, how can something so large fit inside him? He feels so small in a way he never has before.

It's all Jin’s fault.  

Jin clicks his tongue, “You couldn't stop making demands of me earlier, here's your chance to say what you really want.” He pulls back barely an inch, pushing back in with a rough shallow thrust that sends a prickle of excitement through his cock and he sees Tohma's not far behind.

The human’s body trembles, clenching expectantly. Jin keeps pace, restricting himself to the slow drag, hitting home in Tohma's body every time but drawing each thrust out with maddening precision.

Tohma whines, turning on his side and if intent to pull his body away but Jin pulls him back onto his length. The sound Tohma makes is somewhere between a moan and scream and Jin feels his restraint fracture if only a little.

“Please …oh fuck…please…”

Jin smirks, “Please what?”

“You know what I mean.” He's trying to sound flat but there’s a waver in his voice and Jin decides that'll have to be enough.

He settles both hands on either side of Tohma's hips, using them as leverage so the human won't be able to move. He eyes the place where their bodies are joined, Tohma's drooling cunt stretched tight around his length. He lifts his gaze temporarily if only to watch the change in Tohma's expression as he begins in earnest.

Without so much as a warning he pulls out halfway before pushing back in, no longer slow and gentle. And Tohma moans his name, sobbing at the roughness.

“Wait-”

Jin moves again, chasing the sweet drag of those perfect walls along his cock. They're begging for him to keep going and he does, fucking his throbbing length deeper and deeper, over and over.

Tohma's body arches into him and Jin wraps around him, leaning back further so Tohma is sitting in his cock like he'd wanted earlier.

“So...deep…don't ahhh~” 

Tohma shudders, a full body shudder of pleasure, as Jin fucks up into him. How had thought he'd be able to escape when this started?

He feels the sheet on his back once again, the heady cloud of desire in his mind struggling to comprehend the ways in which Jin moved his body with ease. Struggling to understand that monster cock inside him, hitting every sweet spot Tohma never knew he had. 

There are fangs at his neck again. Jin's harsh grunts ghosting the skin that covers the pulsing vein in his neck.

He could kill me so easily. 

Fear and ecstasy settle in his gut, overwhelming, one and the same as he finally feels his body crest the wave of bliss with a hard nudge of Jin's dick against his womb. He shakes with it, managing to grab one of Jin's wrists as he cums, squirting clear liquid between their bodies as the non-stop high rips through his muscles.

Something's swelling inside him, the base of Jin's cock, growing with each thrust as Jin keeps fucking him through his climax. He tries to cry out, give any sort of indication he's too sensitive to keep going but Jin claps his free hand over the blond's mouth, stifling the stream of moan and protests.

“You just don't know when to shut up.” Jin groans, pressing his knot even deeper, into Tohma's now reluctant hole. He's getting bigger but he forces it in regardless, feeling Tohma's muffled scream beneath his hand as his first climax washes over him. Tohma cums again too. He can feel it in the spasm of those walls around him as he pumps his seed into Tohma's virgin womb.

With the unbearable pleasure comes exhaustion, heavy and thick, flowing through his veins like molten honey. It makes the world blur at the edges and Tohma is only vaguely aware of Jin's hand leaving his mouth, and breathing in deep lungfuls of frigid air.

The dragon's eyes seem to glow even brighter by the passing second, more beast-like.

“Tired already, not surprised.” Jin's hand trails down his torso, lower and lower, caressing the small bulge caused by his actions as he does.

Tohma feels a retort in his throat but before he can a gentle wash of coaxing breeze sweeps through him, lulling him as his vision fades to black.

He wakes shortly after to sticky warmth between his legs.  He forces his abused body into an upright position, briefly disoriented until everything falls back into place.

Jin's face is buried between his thighs. But the prince looks different now; larger, with two long horns of polished black sprouting from the sides of his temple. His claws are even longer and the scales along his skin more distinct beneath the corners of his eyes and down his arms. More glaring is the pair of wings on his back, snow white sinewy appendages to match the large tail curling about Tohma's ankle.

Tohma can't stop the gasp escaping him as he drinks it all in, more impressed than frightened. It's almost enough to distract him from the insistent ministrations of Jin's tongue lapping at his inner walls. He can feel slick prodding fingers elsewhere, his other entrance being stretched and prepped as well.

“Finally awake?” It's not really a question but Tohma takes the reprieve. The dual stimulation threatening to send him into a less than coherent state if Jin doesn't stop one at least.

Tohma nods, “I take it this is your Intermediate form?” 

“That's not really what you want to ask,” Jin huffs. He never stops working at Tohma's hole, teasing even more sensitive areas in a place Tohma never expected.

He tries pulling away but those expansive wings come down, encasing them in their own world as if to reinforce the fact that it's just two of them here. Tohma realizes there's a faint blue tint to them that's closer to the shade of Jin's eyes. Eyes with pupils more reptilian than Tohma recalls with their single dark slashes.

Tohma stares firmly into them, unwilling to be the dragon's blushing maiden any further.

“What…are you doing down there?”

If annoyed at his feigned calmness, Jin doesn't show it. Opting to match Tohma's energy and see where it takes them.

“I said I'd have to knot you in this form, didn't I?” He sits up enough for Tohma to see there are even more changes the blond would never have accounted for.

The blush burns Tohma's face then but he doesn't let his words waver, “Two? I thought it'd be different since you were a half-breed?”

“Even a Halfbreed is still more monster than human.”

Tohma keeps his eyes firmly on Jin's face, trying and ultimately failing not to show his intrigue in the fact his now contract partner has two cocks now. They're exactly the same shape and length, maybe an inch or so larger than in Jin's human form.

“Having second thoughts, Tohma?”

Inwardly, Tohma preens at the timber at which his name is said, a crisp dangerous edge to it that tugs at something deep in his chest.

The feeling that had dragged him all this way. 

“I don't back down, your Highness~”

Jin's gaze narrows thoughtfully, his fingers halting their decadent exploration. In a matter of seconds Tohma's on his front, the firm weight of Jin's chest pressed into his upper back. The dragon's skin cold to the touch in contrast to the ceaseless burn of desire quickly spreading through Tohma's body.

“My name, you've used it before.” 

Tohma hazily recalls the times he'd screamed the Dragon's name in pleasure. Heat floods his cheeks anew, more so when he can feel Jin pulling away to line his lengths up properly.

Thanks to the first time, Tohma knows what to expect but he can still feel his heart skip several beats in expectation.

The stretch on both ends, he bites his lips, eyes rolling back as he struggles to keep the embarrassing sounds of want and desire to himself. So full. He feels like he's about to burst all over again and even more than last time his body welcomes the demanding stretch. As if made for Jin's use after needing to know him just once.

He feels Jin's free hand on his back, claws and all eerily more tender than the Prince has been with him since this all started. Tohma feels the buried kindness in each caress and it makes him remember why he'd come in the first place.

He leans into it, not simply for the pleasure of promise but because he wants to and Jin seems to feel the unspoken connection between them.

Jin bottoms out and Tohma grunts softly at the slight discomfort. It's hard to imagine there's room inside him for anything other than Jin. He also can't imagine how lewd he must look with the bulge of two dicks inside him so he tries not to look to much, not be taken by how his body seems to be doing so well.

Doing so well for Jin.

Serving him.

“Bear with me…a bit…” Jin's cold breath caresses the base of Tohma's neck, infused with need and the tension of tempering down some wild lust. 

Tohma wishes he can properly see the dragon's face now, see just how much of an effect he has. Unafraid, he places a hand on the clawed one supporting Jin's weight atop him. He feels a slight flinch.

“Take all the time you need, Jin…I'm all yours.” The discomfort has long since faded to something preferable, delight pulsing from the pressure of Jin's cocks stimulating the deepest parts of his being. He pushes back against it, seeking reprieve, chasing the high that had left breathless several long moments before.

Eternity seems to pass before Jin begins to move with renewed vigour, holding down the arm Tohma had reached out to comfort him. Tohma lets him, welcoming the leverage for Jin to fuck him better, unaware as to just how intently Jin plans to do just that.

Jin wants to hold him like he's never held anything before, the warm embrace of Tohma's body urging him to keep going, faster and faster until the blond human is unable to stop moaning out his name and begging for more.

And beg Tohma does, growing hoarser and more incoherent by the minute. Jin stutters his pace as Tohma clenches around him, cumming, his slick juices running down his fair thighs to dampen the sheets and cover them in his hypnotic scent. It urges Jin's own peak closer but he regains himself, breathing in the smell of sweat and sex just long enough for Tohma's shuddering body to relax. 

He pulls Tohma's body up to his, feeling the human's warm skin against his and welcoming the burn. This warmth, he realizes, is something he plans to keep selfishly until he's thoroughly drunk it dry. He makes his terms up then and there, insidious as they are but Tohma should have known better.

Jin had, after all, admitted to being a monster.

He tilts Tohma's face up to meet his, and Tohma eyes shine with a heady blissed out light.

“Distracted, my prince?”

Jin feels a growl build in his throat, still so unused to being teased so frequently. And somewhere deep down, it lets him know Tohma isn't truly afraid. The ghost of the touch on his clawed hand prickles, pouring more fuel to the raging flames of the fire inside him.

Tohma had seen that fact somehow.

That Jin isn't as cold as he wishes he could be.

He acknowledges the words with a brisk, “Tch,” before twisting the humans face to the side and angling their bodies for a kiss. Tohma's tongue is eager now, searching and Jin lets him have his way while brutally fucking his cocks into the boy's two holes. 

He drinks in each pleasured moan like a man parched, claiming claw marks raking surface level scratches into the blond’s body. He feels the edge long before his knots finally swell, catching, spilling forth into Tohma's body with a force.

There's no fear in Tohma's eyes now, just pure acceptance as he’s content to let his body go limp so Jin can fuck him through the high.

Jin sighs, knowing that somehow, he might be the one who's gotten himself into something bizarre with this one. The thought melts away the pleasure shaking through his bones, stirring the chemicals in his brain crazy for more. And he helps himself to as much as he likes when his knots finally calm down.

Tohma isn't quite sure how much time passes between waking and the time he'd blacked out. He sits up amid the pool of blankets, staring down at his body in scrutiny. 

He notes he's shockingly clean save for the marks which seem to be healing a lot faster than he expected. 

There's a grumble of protest at his side and turns to see Jin watching him with one eye open, returned once more to his humanoid form.

There's a calm air of superiority to the Prince now despite how laxly he's sprawled out.

“I expected you to sleep longer.” He states blandly.

Tohma smiles, subtly looking around for his monocle to avoid staring at the perfection of Jin's naked body next to his, “I'm more capable than you give me credit for.” he doesn't find the eye piece anywhere, not quite sure where or when he'd lost it in the flurry of want and desire.

Jin scoffs, “You're telling me.”

He sits himself up too, smoothly slipping past the silky curtains to leave the bedding alcove. Tohma startles, hurrying to follow as he watches Jin conjure clothes around himself in addition to a folded pair for when Tohma gets to the foot of the bed as well. The monocle appears atop the stack, undamaged and almost gleaming. 

Jin turns to face him, dressed the same as when Tohma had first encountered him.

“Get dressed, you've been asleep for a whole day and we've lost time…I'll only teach you how to run this place once.”

Tohma pulls the shirt over his head, blinking, “Run…this place.”

Jin smirks, “You didn't set a time limit on your terms, therefore we only go to the Kingdom when I say. Until then, we'll work from here.”

Tohma frowns, about to protest but Jin holds his finger up, stopping him.

“You said I could take anything from you as long as I follow you back and claim my throne, that's our deal so here are my terms,” he turns his wrist, beckoning Tohma forward, “First, don't doubt me, as your Prince, all you have to do is obey and I'll do what I can to see it through.” 

Tohma's lips quirk before he can stop himself, hearing Jin claim his title sets a spark elation up his spine and he finds himself standing a bit straighter, content in all the choices that have led this far.

If Jin notices, he doesn't comment, raising a second finger you join the first, “Second, you're my partner for as long as the goal is yet to be achieved, anything I desire of you is to be done, even if it includes sharing my bed.”

That gives Tohma pause, he'd been pretty sure this was a one time thing, “His Highness can do a lot better than me, please reconsider.”

Jin rolls his eyes, “I told you not to doubt me.”

Tohma chuckles, “I can't help doing so on this matter.”

“Then suck it up, they're my terms, I'm only telling you so you know.”

Tohma understands well enough, at the moment he'd given Jin his body, all things had already fallen into place. He can feel the cord connecting them tighten in his chest. 

“I get the feeling there's a third term.”

Jin nods, adding a third finger, “Never betray me, I won't go through that again.”

Tohma senses the weight behind those words. He stands, quickly crossing space between them to take Jin's hand in his own.

Jin hides his surprise well, curious, letting Tohma entwine their fingers and bring the back of Jin's hand to his lips. He feels a strange warmth burning at the tips of his ears, surprise threatening to spread it to the rest of his face. He stamps it down in time, pulling his hand away.

“What on earth-”

“I accept those terms.”

Jin sneers, “Moron, it's already done.”

Tohma grins at him, “I was just letting you know I have no problem with them. I'll be behind you, no matter what happens.”

Jin stomps off, doubtful but wanting nothing more than to believe deep down. “Hurry, I'll show you how to make the tea, we've got plans.”

“Very well.” Tohma hurriedly pulls on his pants to follow Jin to the other parts of the cave. He slips on his monocle, looking forward to what his future King has in store for him going forward.