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The apartment felt like a pressure cooker. Tamsin and Marcus had fled twenty minutes ago, unable to endure the auditory assault of slamming furniture, forceful Draconic growls, and Kaelan's increasingly deadly vocabulary.
"I am a biological impossibility! ugh , it hurt!" Kaelan shrieked, his fingers flying across his laptop keys as he sat huddled in a corner of his bed, touching his lower back, the small dragon earring buzzing with Ignis's amusement. "Males don't carry litters! I am a Pantherinae, not a miracle of science! You scaly, genetic anomaly! I hope your chromosomes spontaneously combust!"
Ignis was leaning against the doorframe, his obedient side manifesting as a terrifyingly patient silence. He had even brought Kaelan a glass of water, which Kaelan had promptly thrown at him.
"The research is clear, Kaelan," Ignis murmured, his voice a smooth, velvet threat. "High tier Shifters are… adaptable. Especially when faced with the primal magic of a King."
"Adaptable is for chameleons! I am livid! I am indignant!" Kaelan slammed his laptop shut. "If you think for one second you are putting a scaly kitten in me, I will perform my own appendectomy with a rusty spork!"
But Ignis's patience had a limit. He moved with a speed that defied human sight, pinning Kaelan to the mattress before the laptop had even hit the floor. The make out session that followed was wild and dangerous, Ignis's bleeding lip , still marked from Kaelan's earlier bite, pressing against Kaelan's mouth with a possessive hunger.
The encounter that night was the most intense yet. Ignis, despite his promise of "obedience," was a force of nature. At one point, during a particularly forceful shift in position, Ignis hit a specific, deep spot that Kaelan hadn't even known existed.
The sensation was so overwhelming, so sharp and intrusive, that for the first time, tears welled in Kaelan's eyes. He didn't sob, but the crystalline droplets escaped, tracing a path down his flushed face.
"Ugh!,fuck!" Kaelan hissed weakly . " you are destroying me with your dick!" Kaelan groan.
The sight of Kaelan's vulnerability, the fierce, cynical student finally reduced to tears of physical sensory overload, had a catastrophic effect on Ignis. The Dragon King let out a guttural, primal sound, and his arousal grew even bigger, a rock hard pressure that felt like it would split Kaelan in two.
"Oh, gods," Ignis laughed, a dark, breathless sound as he looked down at Kaelan's wet eyes. "I should have bought a larger size. These condoms are… insufficient for a King's reaction to your tears."
They were at it for hours. The rubber was a thin, futile barrier against the sheer volume of Ignis's excitement. By the end, the sheer amount of friction and Ignis's overgrown size had caused Kaelan's lower abdomen to swell. There was a visible, tiny bump in Kaelan's belly, a physical testament to the hours of rough sex.
Kaelan lay there, heaving, his black ears twitching in a state of shock. He reached up and smacked Ignis's face with a wet, heavy palm. "You...fucking... disaster," Kaelan rasped, his tongue even sharper despite his exhaustion. "I look like... I swallowed... a grapefruit. I hope you... choke...you bastard,with large amounts of ego."
Ignis didn't flinch. He leaned into the smack, kissing Kaelan's palm. "I love it when you're aggressive, little cat. It makes the victory so much sweeter."
Two days later, the humiliation reached its political peak.
Kaelan had spent forty eight hours cursing every god in the Draconic pantheon while nursing a very sore lower body. His pride was bruised, his belly had finally flattened back out (much to his relief), but the dragon earring was still whispering Ignis's lustful thoughts into his brain.
"You are wearing the silk," Ignis stated, his obedient side back as he held out a set of robes that probably cost more than a university library. "The Dragon Lords are not as… patient as I am. They need to see that you belong to the throne."
"I belong to the Dean's List!" Kaelan snapped, though he allowed Ignis to dress him because he still couldn't bend over without wincing. "I hope the dinner is served cold and tastes like cardboard or even poisonous ."
The High Stakes Dinner was held in a floating glass pavilion back in the Dragon Realm. Five other Dragon Lords creatures of ancient, terrifying power sat around a table of carved obsidian.
Ignis walked in with Kaelan on his arm. He was the perfect gentleman, pulling out Kaelan's chair and leaning down to whisper "obediently" into his ear, which the earring translated as: I want to flip this table and take you right here in front of them,slumming my dick inside that tight ruin hole!.
Kaelan sat down, his black ears visible and twitching, the dragon earring glittering under the magical chandeliers.
"So," the Lord of the North, a man with eyes like frozen iron, rumbled. "This is the Panther who bit the King? He looks... small."
Kaelan didn't miss a beat. He looked the massive Dragon Lord dead in the eye, his sarcastic ego flaring. "And you look like a lizard who sat too close to a radiator. Is the arrogance a family trait, or do you all just shop at the same 'I'm-a-God-and-You're-Not' boutique?"
The table went silent. Ignis let out a soft, triumphant laugh, his hand resting possessively on Kaelan's shoulder.
"He's charming, isn't he?" Ignis asked the Lords, his eyes glowing with manic pride. "And quite protective of his pride. I suggest you don't offend him; he has a very sharp tongue, and as you can see from the mark on my neck... he isn't afraid to use his teeth."
Kaelan reached under the table and stepped hard on Ignis's foot. Ignis didn't even flinch; he just leaned in and kissed Kaelan's cheek, the earring whispering: Bite me again, Kaelan. Let them see how you rule me.
Kaelan's internal monologue was a symphony of furious, curses: I hope this dinner ends with a dragon slayer walk in. can I really get through this without having to explain why I have a psychic earring and a boyfriend who is a certified freak.huh?…since when is he my boyfriend-…