[He was nothing more than some sacrificial lamb. He meant nothing to the parents that abandoned him and he meant nothing to the parents that took him in. He was just a sweet little child that could use as bartering to be given up to some divine being that looked over the idyllic town he wasn't even sure he hailed from. And maybe, that's the only reason he was picked up instead of left to die. To be nothing more than goods to be bartered.
There's no way he could forget the day he was betrothed. Small and quiet as he looked up at such a magnificent being. While he cared little about the role that was forced upon him and the town, there was something awe inspiring about the visage of the dragon. Those shimmering, gorgeous scales in such a enthralling hue linger in his memories and touches onto his dream, eternal in how it seemed to touch his core.
There were plenty of rumors. That the brides were to be eaten alive or were nothing more than slaves or whatever other ridiculous story that a human mind can conjure. Wriothesley didn't really care about all that. Truly, it didn't matter to him. His fate had been sealed and he merely spent the next many years preparing for his role.
How he grew up though...well it didn't really go as expected. What the dragon first saw before they had been whisked away to prepare for their role was a shy little girl. Wriothesley had not grown up as expected. At some point he found he didn't feel comfortable in this image and decided to shed it all away. No longer was the dainty child, but a man grown proper. Broad shoulders to a wide chest that tapers into a cinched waist. Strong arms and legs from years of manual labor. He had grown well, though perhaps not what his husband-to-be expects.
If he was going to be wed away and leave the only things he ever knew, then he could rid himself of that identity too.
It's on his birthday (he isn't even sure this is his real birthday, but it's the one he celebrates at this point) that he's washed properly and dressed well before he makes his hike up the mountain. The headdress heavy and the outfit cumbersome to travel in while keeping it pristine. Eventually, he kneels down in front of a clear lake and waits quietly.]
[ yinyue-jun cares little for the act of taking brides, and the truth of what becomes of them might surprise most of the villagers, but they certainly do not come to harm. this village is not the only one the dragon oversees, but the entire nation - still, it is the sacred duty of wriothesley's particular village to supply to him a mate, every hundred years or so.
those years pass so quickly, to a creature like dan feng - between the death of his previous bride and the offering of this one, it had felt like a breath of time. the dragon had peered upon the offered child and pitied her for her mussed appearance and the clear disdain her guardians had for her, but it is not his place to meddle in the simple affairs of humans. he is the god of rain, the protector of the realm as a whole, and free will is a precious, ugly thing.
the years that pass between wriothesley's first presentation to him and his arrival on the mountain feel even shorter still. the great dragon sleeps in a cool, clear lake, the moon and stars above reflected clearly on its placid surface, but he knows well the sound of his arrays being breached. the energy stirs, but does not attack, for his mate-to-be carries a sacred medallion, and only its bearer is able to reach this summit unimpeded. it's time.
once he feels the presence of his bride draw near, dan feng stirs beneath the waters, the surface rippling as he moves beneath it and begins to emerge, his long, sinuous body shimmering with moisture, iridescent scales glittering beneath the slanting moonlight. he shakes his head, water droplets raining from his thick mane, and approaches the small figure of his bride, wrapped in wedding scarlets, dipping down to lower his gaze to her shape, rivulets of lakewater streaming through the ridges of his scales. ]
You've come.
[ his resonant voice is a smooth purr, deep and rumbling in his chest as yinyue-jun draws himself fully from the lake to better survey his fresh offering. ]
[The dragon's appearance merely feels like that far away memory coming back to life once again. Once again, he's taken in by the sight of the long body covered in the most beautiful scales to the luscious main to piercing eyes that gaze back at him. Even now, the dragon before him was beautiful. Gorgeous.
Breathtaking.
He looks up at them with an easy smile. The years had not been kind on him in retrospect. His body easily shows the years of toiling. Scars that dance across skin to callouses formed from repeated work. Despite it all, his gaze is warm. Did he enjoy everything he been put through. Absolutely not. But that isn't to say he did not know kindness. Tiny moments from being given soup or even a helping hand on days where his body gave out from the work; he had witnessed small kindness from people whom lamented about his fate.
And so Wriothesley's heart knew enough kindness to be kind in return.
There's a low chuckle. It's a surprisingly deep sound.] Well, I don't think me trying to stand you up would go well. I know at least once person who might be mad at me for it if I tried. [His tone was probably too casual for how he was supposed to speak to the other. Sure, he had countless lessons telling him proper etiquette and all, but well, does it really matter?]
[ as he grows nearer, and both sees and hears his newfound bride, dan feng's head tilts in curiosity. this is not the same young girl who stood before him a decade ago, rail thin and scrawny, but someone else entirely - and yet, it is her. dan feng remembers the scent of the little creature brought before him, and can sense the flow of energy through his meridians. this is the same person, but changed. how curious.
yet the dragon remains unperturbed. lifting one large paw, dan feng flicks the red veil away from his mate's face to better look upon him, studying him from crown to toes. broad, strong, scarred and callused from years of hard work.. not at all the type of bride that is usually presented to the lord of the rain. most assume that he prefers soft demureness, classic beauty, flawless skin and limpid eyes, but he does not. in fact, he has no preferences at all. still, what prompted this change? the dragon rumbles in his chest, whiskers shivering. ]
You understand that you can never return. This mountain is your home, now.
[ pulled fully from the waters now, the dragon walks a slow circle around his bride, resplendent in fine silks. he does not quake or look away anxiously, as so many do when confronted with dan feng, most especially in this form. ]
But you will not want for anything, for the rest of your life.
[He doesn't flinch when they raise a clawed paw to move the veil out of his face. Steel blue locks eyes with the magnificent beast before him. He takes in their curious expression and isn't surprised. He's sure that all this time, they had been offered demure, blushing brides. Dainty little things with gentle giggles and gentler touches. All these things he just was not. It had been some contention when his physique started growing to what it was now, but it was ultimately ignored. After all, they didn't care what happened to him after he left. As long as their village held their end of the bargain, how he showed up meant little to them. A blessing for him in such ways.
And for that, he can't help but smile sadly. As if returning meant anything.] I have nothing to return to anyways. [He either lived out a miserable life back where he was or he potentially got eaten by a dragon. But hey, if he didn't get eaten alive, maybe he'd have a nice life instead. He considers it a worthwhile enough gamble.
He finally turns a little, eyes following the way he's circled with curiosity. A finger twitches and it's very different probably. Wriothesley wants to reach out and touch those iridescent scales. He wonders what they'll feel like under his finger tips. He guesses he'll eventually know that feel. After all, he was now this dragon's bride.
Wriothesley looks forward again with a low hum. The concept was foreign because-] Well, it's hard to say if I'll want for anything since I've never had something I wanted all this time. I'll have to start thinking of a list. [Desires. Wants. It was something he had a difficult relationship with. He guesses there were things he did want, but any of that had been squashed away to fit into serving as a perfect bride. Now he can't really imagine what he could ask for that wasn't just pleasing the dragon he had been gifted to.
He isn't really thinking about that though. He's thinking on those words carefully. The rest of his life... Right. His life was merely a drop in the bucket in comparison. He can't help but think-] That sounds lonely.
[ hmm. a pitiable statement. had the villagers not taken proper care of his bride? were dan feng a vengeful creature (well, all right, he is a little petty) he would punish them for their wrongdoings, but he has long since pulled his claws out of human life. they live as they will. he supplies protection and rain in exchange for the energy of their devotion. it is as simple at that. ]
I see. You will be comfortable here, then.
[ looking around the grove, there does not seem to be much to keep him comfortable, however. it's certainly a beautiful space, but it lacks the amenities that humans might prefer. interesting. at wriothesley's statement, however, the dragon's brow furrows. ]
Lonely?
[ is he addressing.. dan feng? is he lonely?
perhaps he is, but he has lived here for so very long that, aside from the occasional brides, yinyue-jun is accustomed to the quiet, to the aloneness. lowering his head, he nudges his long snout closer, pushing it against the shoulder of his mate to be, inhaling his scent, and leaving his own behind, as well. ]
Nevertheless, if you are prepared for the ritual, we may begin.
[After the many years he had already lived, he can't say he'd complain at the prospect of living comfortably going forward. The idea of living something more peaceful was alluring to him. Wriothesley did not mind working hard or anything, but he can say that his entire life had been for the sake of everyone else without any consideration to his own wants and needs.]
Would you not want a spouse that can be with you eternally? [Till death do us part and all, but there's something sad to continue taking on brides. It makes him wonder if Dan Feng actually wanted them. If there was anything to it other than just an arrangement made between him and mortals.
Did he even want them? Want him?
He jolts out of his thoughts, the sudden press of their snout against his shoulder bringing him back to reality.] Ah. I'm prepared, yes.
dan feng hesitates, his clear eyes fixed on wriothesley's face. to have a lifelong mate.. yes, he supposes that he would like that - how he tires of the constant loss, the grief of losing his brides again and again, but there is little to be done for it. he is the only dragon remaining in the world, and humans live such short lives. how can he be anything but lonely? it is far easier to simply not get attached; it has been many centuries since dan feng allowed himself to grow close to his given mates.
he does not answer, only maintains his cool veneer, shaking himself from his reverie to press forward. ]
Very well. Then we shall begin.
[ the lake water ripples, the reflection of the moon dancing across its surface, and dan feng drags a curved claw down the front of wriothesley's silken scarlet wedding robes. ]
[He notices the hesitation and he thinks that something he had said had caught the dragon unawares. He tucks that response away as something for him to mull over later. He guesses he'll have plenty of time to think about his soon-to-be husband after all.
Wriothesley focuses, instead, on what it was being demanded of him. He moves to his feet to start disrobing, letting the silky material slide off his body. The robes pool around his feet, looking down at them before looking up at the dragon. Wriothesley's body was covered in scars he had gotten over the years. From little nicks and cuts from his own mistakes to the remnants of lashings on his back. Years of manual labor has helped him gain a well fit body.
He should probably feel some amount of apprehension. He's not so naïve to not know what's to come. Despite that, there's some amount of exhilaration instead.] Sorry, I suppose I'm not a typical bride.
[ dan feng waits quietly while his betrothed undresses, revealing a strong body riddles with scars, some faint with age, others brighter, newer, and he cannot help but to briefly wonder just how he managed to acquire them. is he simply accident prone? or..
it does not bear thinking about. dan feng has chosen to remain impassive, and so he shall. ]
No matter. A bride is a bride.
[ though wriothesley is certainly the first that is not soft and supple and feminine, this does not seem to bother the dragon; if anything, it is an interesting change. once his silks and gauzy robes have been shed, dan feng swipes his long tail through the waters of the pond behind him, beginning a heavy, cleansing rain that washes over both of their bodies, running in rivulets over wriothesley's skin, dampening his hair.
at last he steps nearer, nudging his snout beneath his chin, and dragging his long, warm tongue over wriothesley's shoulder, tasting water and skin both. ]
[For all the preparation put into making sure he'd serve Dan Feng well, he actually had no idea what to expect from this moment. He didn't know what was supposed to happen or what exactly was to come.
He instinctively reaches up, calloused fingers resting on the dragon's face as they press their snout against him. He can't help the shiver that runs down his spine, feeling the wet warmth of tongue against his skin.]
Oh? Is this where I actually get eaten? [His tone is joking. There had been a few who had said he'd be eaten and the brides were just meals. Honestly, he guesses it wouldn't be a big deal if it happens. Maybe that in itself is a little sad, but he had been pretty accepting of his situation up until now.]
nevertheless, dan feng hums, his breath cool against wriothesley's damp skin, and lifting one scaled paw he presses against his bride's chest, urging him to lie back in the soft, yielding grass. the dragon's long tail coils around them, circling them both to give wriothesley something to lie back against as he nudges strong thighs apart with his snout. ]
Once I claim you, it is forever. Body and soul.
[ he purrs, then opens his mouth, his long pink tongue sliding along the inside of wriothesley's right thigh, then his left, before at last licking between his legs in a single slow stroke, tasting the sweet nectar there. ]
Ah, that's a shame. I was hoping I would at least taste good.
[Whether it's said in jest or said seriously, Wriothesley takes it in stride. It doesn't seem he's too upset at the possibility, but then again, the man had been raised to become the dragon's bride, so maybe there has always been a resignation to whatever his fate might be.
He feels the coolness of scales against his bare back, the tail coiling around him sturdy and strong.
There's a shiver that runs down his spine as he feels Dan Feng's tongue travel against sensitive skin. Against parts of him he had never touched. There's a sharp intake of breath and his thighs quiver, the want to shut his legs and holding back from doing so.] Oh! That's- [For all his bravado, this is all a lot and maybe he's suddenly being reminded of it all. He can't help but feel just a little shy.]
dan feng lifts his heavy head, water clinging still to his thick mane as he surveys wriothesley with keen eyes, seeing the flush on his face, and the uncertainty tight in his expression. hmm. ]
Are you not ready?
[ his eyes pierce, sharp and penetrating, though there is no malice in his gaze, only a quiet intensity. ]
I have no interest in taking one who is not willing.
[He was sure about the role he had been forced into. Had already accepted this as his fate. He had no qualms for it nor felt like he was getting cold feet.
No, it’s just that-]
I’ve never done this. Any of this. [His body knew what it was to suffer. He had grown resilient in his years of servitude. When it came to pleasure though, he knew not the first thing to it. His body so accustomed to hardship that it was so wholly weak to ecstasy.
And maybe there’s a little fear in liking it too much and knowing what it feels like and losing all that.] It’s a little overwhelming.
[ this is not the first that dan feng has heard this, and surely it will not be the last. all of his brides come to him pure, after all, of both body and of heart, and coupling with a dragon is no simple thing.
dan feng lays his body down a little further, the long length of him coiled around him, cool scale against hot skin. ]
Close your eyes. Breathe slowly.
[ he murmurs, his tongue dragging again over wriothesley's broad chest and shoulder, along his neck, lapping lightly, dangerous claws a light touch as they slide along the inside of his thigh. the dragon purrs, nudging his snout against wriothesley's dark hair, then licking down his chest again. ]
[He shouldn't talk back, especially with Dan Feng trying to ease his anxiety. Still, he can't help but voice his thoughts.] If I close my eyes, I can't look at you then. [Maybe it's a little silly to say that when he would be looking at the other for the rest of his life, but the dragon coiled around him was really quite stunning.
Wriothesley takes a deep breath, trying to exhale slowly as he tries to relax. It's hard though. Every drag of tongue against his body has him shuddering and the touch against the sensitive spots of his inner thighs have him biting back noises that threaten to spill from his lips.]
I think I'm feeling it too much. [It's probably obvious Wriothesley was trying to hold back to some extent. Like he was trying to ground himself and not let himself get too lost in it all. He wasn't used to letting go.]
Then let yourself be overwhelmed. That may be the only way to grow accustomed to it.
[ everyone is different, and perhaps his first time will simply be very intense. it cannot be helped. ]
Do not hold yourself back, it will only make it worse.
[ the way he is holding in those moans means he is still too tense, too afraid, but they are to be together for the rest of wriothesley's life, he will need to learn to let go sooner or later.
so dan feng keeps on as he is going, nuzzling his way down wriothesley's abdomen, his whiskers tickling at the insides of his thighs as he drags his tongue through the dip of his hip, and between his legs again. ]
[There was very little control he had over what would eventually come to be. His fate had been decided and he had merely grown up doing as expected. The only control he had was himself. His behavior and how to hone his body. Turns out, having so little control and finding solace in that, it makes it incredibly hard to give it up.
Especially to someone he knows very little about other than vague stories.
But the pleasure is good. It has him shivering and writhing under the wet warmth of that long tongue. Wriothesley can't help the quiet sounds that escape his throat as Dan Feng gives attention to places where he had only touched during bathing.] H-Hah! Sorry, I-
[ those sounds are good, pleasing to hear, but even still dan feng is not entirely happy. ]
You feel the need to stay quiet? You do not need to. I wish to hear your pleasure.
[ after all, taking a sexual partner is not particularly gratifying if both are not enjoying themselves equally. many creatures are selfish lovers, and dan feng may be arrogant and proud, but he is not particularly selfish. not in this, at least. ]
[Used to being quiet, it's flustering to be told to be louder.]
I- [A breathy little sound escapes his throat.] You want me to be noisy?
[He might understand the concept of giving, to please the other, but was far more taken aback to be pleasured in return like this. It wasn't that he didn't know where this would go, but he had expected the other to be selfish. To take what was rightfully is.
It's subverting his expectations and catching him by surprise.
His hands instinctively reach out to run fingers over smooth scales.] What do you mean?
I want you to be your true self. If you are quiet, then be quiet. If you wish to make a noise, make a noise. You needn't hold back.
[ whatever is easiest and most natural for him is what dan feng desires - authenticity, honesty.
when those hands run over his scales, dan feng's teal eyes close, enjoying the touch.. it has been so long since last he felt anything like it. he has not taken a mate in centuries. even still, dan feng draws back a little, remaining coiled around wriothesley, but not tightly, and not pushing for anything. ]
I mean that you should chase your own pleasure. Show me what it is what you like. Perhaps it will be easier.
[ it must be overwhelming, being seduced by a dragon, being touched and pleasured by one when he has never experienced intimacy before. ]
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There's no way he could forget the day he was betrothed. Small and quiet as he looked up at such a magnificent being. While he cared little about the role that was forced upon him and the town, there was something awe inspiring about the visage of the dragon. Those shimmering, gorgeous scales in such a enthralling hue linger in his memories and touches onto his dream, eternal in how it seemed to touch his core.
There were plenty of rumors. That the brides were to be eaten alive or were nothing more than slaves or whatever other ridiculous story that a human mind can conjure. Wriothesley didn't really care about all that. Truly, it didn't matter to him. His fate had been sealed and he merely spent the next many years preparing for his role.
How he grew up though...well it didn't really go as expected. What the dragon first saw before they had been whisked away to prepare for their role was a shy little girl. Wriothesley had not grown up as expected. At some point he found he didn't feel comfortable in this image and decided to shed it all away. No longer was the dainty child, but a man grown proper. Broad shoulders to a wide chest that tapers into a cinched waist. Strong arms and legs from years of manual labor. He had grown well, though perhaps not what his husband-to-be expects.
If he was going to be wed away and leave the only things he ever knew, then he could rid himself of that identity too.
It's on his birthday (he isn't even sure this is his real birthday, but it's the one he celebrates at this point) that he's washed properly and dressed well before he makes his hike up the mountain. The headdress heavy and the outfit cumbersome to travel in while keeping it pristine. Eventually, he kneels down in front of a clear lake and waits quietly.]
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those years pass so quickly, to a creature like dan feng - between the death of his previous bride and the offering of this one, it had felt like a breath of time. the dragon had peered upon the offered child and pitied her for her mussed appearance and the clear disdain her guardians had for her, but it is not his place to meddle in the simple affairs of humans. he is the god of rain, the protector of the realm as a whole, and free will is a precious, ugly thing.
the years that pass between wriothesley's first presentation to him and his arrival on the mountain feel even shorter still. the great dragon sleeps in a cool, clear lake, the moon and stars above reflected clearly on its placid surface, but he knows well the sound of his arrays being breached. the energy stirs, but does not attack, for his mate-to-be carries a sacred medallion, and only its bearer is able to reach this summit unimpeded. it's time.
once he feels the presence of his bride draw near, dan feng stirs beneath the waters, the surface rippling as he moves beneath it and begins to emerge, his long, sinuous body shimmering with moisture, iridescent scales glittering beneath the slanting moonlight. he shakes his head, water droplets raining from his thick mane, and approaches the small figure of his bride, wrapped in wedding scarlets, dipping down to lower his gaze to her shape, rivulets of lakewater streaming through the ridges of his scales. ]
You've come.
[ his resonant voice is a smooth purr, deep and rumbling in his chest as yinyue-jun draws himself fully from the lake to better survey his fresh offering. ]
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Breathtaking.
He looks up at them with an easy smile. The years had not been kind on him in retrospect. His body easily shows the years of toiling. Scars that dance across skin to callouses formed from repeated work. Despite it all, his gaze is warm. Did he enjoy everything he been put through. Absolutely not. But that isn't to say he did not know kindness. Tiny moments from being given soup or even a helping hand on days where his body gave out from the work; he had witnessed small kindness from people whom lamented about his fate.
And so Wriothesley's heart knew enough kindness to be kind in return.
There's a low chuckle. It's a surprisingly deep sound.] Well, I don't think me trying to stand you up would go well. I know at least once person who might be mad at me for it if I tried. [His tone was probably too casual for how he was supposed to speak to the other. Sure, he had countless lessons telling him proper etiquette and all, but well, does it really matter?]
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yet the dragon remains unperturbed. lifting one large paw, dan feng flicks the red veil away from his mate's face to better look upon him, studying him from crown to toes. broad, strong, scarred and callused from years of hard work.. not at all the type of bride that is usually presented to the lord of the rain. most assume that he prefers soft demureness, classic beauty, flawless skin and limpid eyes, but he does not. in fact, he has no preferences at all. still, what prompted this change? the dragon rumbles in his chest, whiskers shivering. ]
You understand that you can never return. This mountain is your home, now.
[ pulled fully from the waters now, the dragon walks a slow circle around his bride, resplendent in fine silks. he does not quake or look away anxiously, as so many do when confronted with dan feng, most especially in this form. ]
But you will not want for anything, for the rest of your life.
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And for that, he can't help but smile sadly. As if returning meant anything.] I have nothing to return to anyways. [He either lived out a miserable life back where he was or he potentially got eaten by a dragon. But hey, if he didn't get eaten alive, maybe he'd have a nice life instead. He considers it a worthwhile enough gamble.
He finally turns a little, eyes following the way he's circled with curiosity. A finger twitches and it's very different probably. Wriothesley wants to reach out and touch those iridescent scales. He wonders what they'll feel like under his finger tips. He guesses he'll eventually know that feel. After all, he was now this dragon's bride.
Wriothesley looks forward again with a low hum. The concept was foreign because-] Well, it's hard to say if I'll want for anything since I've never had something I wanted all this time. I'll have to start thinking of a list. [Desires. Wants. It was something he had a difficult relationship with. He guesses there were things he did want, but any of that had been squashed away to fit into serving as a perfect bride. Now he can't really imagine what he could ask for that wasn't just pleasing the dragon he had been gifted to.
He isn't really thinking about that though. He's thinking on those words carefully. The rest of his life... Right. His life was merely a drop in the bucket in comparison. He can't help but think-] That sounds lonely.
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I see. You will be comfortable here, then.
[ looking around the grove, there does not seem to be much to keep him comfortable, however. it's certainly a beautiful space, but it lacks the amenities that humans might prefer. interesting. at wriothesley's statement, however, the dragon's brow furrows. ]
Lonely?
[ is he addressing.. dan feng? is he lonely?
perhaps he is, but he has lived here for so very long that, aside from the occasional brides, yinyue-jun is accustomed to the quiet, to the aloneness. lowering his head, he nudges his long snout closer, pushing it against the shoulder of his mate to be, inhaling his scent, and leaving his own behind, as well. ]
Nevertheless, if you are prepared for the ritual, we may begin.
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[After the many years he had already lived, he can't say he'd complain at the prospect of living comfortably going forward. The idea of living something more peaceful was alluring to him. Wriothesley did not mind working hard or anything, but he can say that his entire life had been for the sake of everyone else without any consideration to his own wants and needs.]
Would you not want a spouse that can be with you eternally? [Till death do us part and all, but there's something sad to continue taking on brides. It makes him wonder if Dan Feng actually wanted them. If there was anything to it other than just an arrangement made between him and mortals.
Did he even want them? Want him?
He jolts out of his thoughts, the sudden press of their snout against his shoulder bringing him back to reality.] Ah. I'm prepared, yes.
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dan feng hesitates, his clear eyes fixed on wriothesley's face. to have a lifelong mate.. yes, he supposes that he would like that - how he tires of the constant loss, the grief of losing his brides again and again, but there is little to be done for it. he is the only dragon remaining in the world, and humans live such short lives. how can he be anything but lonely? it is far easier to simply not get attached; it has been many centuries since dan feng allowed himself to grow close to his given mates.
he does not answer, only maintains his cool veneer, shaking himself from his reverie to press forward. ]
Very well. Then we shall begin.
[ the lake water ripples, the reflection of the moon dancing across its surface, and dan feng drags a curved claw down the front of wriothesley's silken scarlet wedding robes. ]
Undress.
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Wriothesley focuses, instead, on what it was being demanded of him. He moves to his feet to start disrobing, letting the silky material slide off his body. The robes pool around his feet, looking down at them before looking up at the dragon. Wriothesley's body was covered in scars he had gotten over the years. From little nicks and cuts from his own mistakes to the remnants of lashings on his back. Years of manual labor has helped him gain a well fit body.
He should probably feel some amount of apprehension. He's not so naïve to not know what's to come. Despite that, there's some amount of exhilaration instead.] Sorry, I suppose I'm not a typical bride.
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it does not bear thinking about. dan feng has chosen to remain impassive, and so he shall. ]
No matter. A bride is a bride.
[ though wriothesley is certainly the first that is not soft and supple and feminine, this does not seem to bother the dragon; if anything, it is an interesting change. once his silks and gauzy robes have been shed, dan feng swipes his long tail through the waters of the pond behind him, beginning a heavy, cleansing rain that washes over both of their bodies, running in rivulets over wriothesley's skin, dampening his hair.
at last he steps nearer, nudging his snout beneath his chin, and dragging his long, warm tongue over wriothesley's shoulder, tasting water and skin both. ]
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He instinctively reaches up, calloused fingers resting on the dragon's face as they press their snout against him. He can't help the shiver that runs down his spine, feeling the wet warmth of tongue against his skin.]
Oh? Is this where I actually get eaten? [His tone is joking. There had been a few who had said he'd be eaten and the brides were just meals. Honestly, he guesses it wouldn't be a big deal if it happens. Maybe that in itself is a little sad, but he had been pretty accepting of his situation up until now.]
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[ is he kidding? or not? who can say..
nevertheless, dan feng hums, his breath cool against wriothesley's damp skin, and lifting one scaled paw he presses against his bride's chest, urging him to lie back in the soft, yielding grass. the dragon's long tail coils around them, circling them both to give wriothesley something to lie back against as he nudges strong thighs apart with his snout. ]
Once I claim you, it is forever. Body and soul.
[ he purrs, then opens his mouth, his long pink tongue sliding along the inside of wriothesley's right thigh, then his left, before at last licking between his legs in a single slow stroke, tasting the sweet nectar there. ]
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[Whether it's said in jest or said seriously, Wriothesley takes it in stride. It doesn't seem he's too upset at the possibility, but then again, the man had been raised to become the dragon's bride, so maybe there has always been a resignation to whatever his fate might be.
He feels the coolness of scales against his bare back, the tail coiling around him sturdy and strong.
There's a shiver that runs down his spine as he feels Dan Feng's tongue travel against sensitive skin. Against parts of him he had never touched. There's a sharp intake of breath and his thighs quiver, the want to shut his legs and holding back from doing so.] Oh! That's- [For all his bravado, this is all a lot and maybe he's suddenly being reminded of it all. He can't help but feel just a little shy.]
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dan feng lifts his heavy head, water clinging still to his thick mane as he surveys wriothesley with keen eyes, seeing the flush on his face, and the uncertainty tight in his expression. hmm. ]
Are you not ready?
[ his eyes pierce, sharp and penetrating, though there is no malice in his gaze, only a quiet intensity. ]
I have no interest in taking one who is not willing.
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[He was sure about the role he had been forced into. Had already accepted this as his fate. He had no qualms for it nor felt like he was getting cold feet.
No, it’s just that-]
I’ve never done this. Any of this. [His body knew what it was to suffer. He had grown resilient in his years of servitude. When it came to pleasure though, he knew not the first thing to it. His body so accustomed to hardship that it was so wholly weak to ecstasy.
And maybe there’s a little fear in liking it too much and knowing what it feels like and losing all that.] It’s a little overwhelming.
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dan feng lays his body down a little further, the long length of him coiled around him, cool scale against hot skin. ]
Close your eyes. Breathe slowly.
[ he murmurs, his tongue dragging again over wriothesley's broad chest and shoulder, along his neck, lapping lightly, dangerous claws a light touch as they slide along the inside of his thigh. the dragon purrs, nudging his snout against wriothesley's dark hair, then licking down his chest again. ]
Let yourself feel it.
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Wriothesley takes a deep breath, trying to exhale slowly as he tries to relax. It's hard though. Every drag of tongue against his body has him shuddering and the touch against the sensitive spots of his inner thighs have him biting back noises that threaten to spill from his lips.]
I think I'm feeling it too much. [It's probably obvious Wriothesley was trying to hold back to some extent. Like he was trying to ground himself and not let himself get too lost in it all. He wasn't used to letting go.]
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[ everyone is different, and perhaps his first time will simply be very intense. it cannot be helped. ]
Do not hold yourself back, it will only make it worse.
[ the way he is holding in those moans means he is still too tense, too afraid, but they are to be together for the rest of wriothesley's life, he will need to learn to let go sooner or later.
so dan feng keeps on as he is going, nuzzling his way down wriothesley's abdomen, his whiskers tickling at the insides of his thighs as he drags his tongue through the dip of his hip, and between his legs again. ]
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Especially to someone he knows very little about other than vague stories.
But the pleasure is good. It has him shivering and writhing under the wet warmth of that long tongue. Wriothesley can't help the quiet sounds that escape his throat as Dan Feng gives attention to places where he had only touched during bathing.] H-Hah! Sorry, I-
[He keens a little.] I'm trying.
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You feel the need to stay quiet? You do not need to. I wish to hear your pleasure.
[ after all, taking a sexual partner is not particularly gratifying if both are not enjoying themselves equally. many creatures are selfish lovers, and dan feng may be arrogant and proud, but he is not particularly selfish. not in this, at least. ]
Perhaps we should try another approach.
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I- [A breathy little sound escapes his throat.] You want me to be noisy?
[He might understand the concept of giving, to please the other, but was far more taken aback to be pleasured in return like this. It wasn't that he didn't know where this would go, but he had expected the other to be selfish. To take what was rightfully is.
It's subverting his expectations and catching him by surprise.
His hands instinctively reach out to run fingers over smooth scales.] What do you mean?
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[ whatever is easiest and most natural for him is what dan feng desires - authenticity, honesty.
when those hands run over his scales, dan feng's teal eyes close, enjoying the touch.. it has been so long since last he felt anything like it. he has not taken a mate in centuries. even still, dan feng draws back a little, remaining coiled around wriothesley, but not tightly, and not pushing for anything. ]
I mean that you should chase your own pleasure. Show me what it is what you like. Perhaps it will be easier.
[ it must be overwhelming, being seduced by a dragon, being touched and pleasured by one when he has never experienced intimacy before. ]