Chapter 128: A dragon’s husband
Cass’ dream was hot.
Not only did he have a dream about kissing a man who was half naked, his shirt off and his chest on full display, but it also happened to be in a burning fucking hellscape.
Cass didn’t notice it at first, the hellscape. He was too fucking distracted with the deliciously plump chest before him, and the slight dusting of hair across his chest. Cass didn’t even really realise that he couldn’t see their face properly, and instead focused on the skin available to him.
It was a dream. He could do what he wanted.
So he plumped and bite and licked as he wanted, his hands filled with the muscles and skin before him before he found his mouth devoured. He had no idea what being ’devoured’ actually felt like, but he was sure it was something like this. He was fulfilling a fantasy.
Of course he’d dream something like this after being held by Draken for so long. The man was more stacked than the man he was playing with. He had to imagine a middle ground. Something more...realistic. This body was probably similar to...Lord Ridgewood, if he was going to compare it to one of the men around him.
Vespertine...might be someone who was handsome, and well liked by the outside world, but he was sure that he wasn’t as ripped as the other men. He was a mage, like Lord Blackburn. He didn’t have high hopes, knowing what Lord Blackburn looked like. He looked...emaciated, but that was because of his diet, not because he was a mage. It was actually more based on his stamina than anything else.
Lord Blackburn had terrible stamina. He could barely go on walks, and with Vespertine’s ’condition’ he couldn’t exactly go out and about like he wanted unless it was at night.
The man who was letting him mold him, touch him, who was modeled after probably Draken had quick hands, and was working on undressing Cass when he came to a sudden realisation and got angry.
That was when Cass realised that they were in a hellscape, and fuck, was he hot. Like, sweating hot. What the hell?
"You dare think of others?" He didn’t know why, but he couldn’t place the voice. Like it was...genderless. Confused, and he was sweating his balls off, Cass fumbled, his hands withdrawing from the other man’s body. Damn, it was hot. Really hot.