i hate… i haaate when you’re talking to someone who you know won’t recognize just “dnd” so you have to say out loud “dungeons and dragons” and wait for a horde of jocks to start kicking the shit out of you
i had to tell my 71 year old grandpa i was tired today because last night was game night which meant playing Dungeons and Dragons with my friends. he asked me if i won and i had to say no i did not win Dungeons and Dragons
Handsome Sorcerer with his dragon familiar boyfriend!
“Rhysie? Rhysie,” Jack clicks his tongue at his familiar, summoning him with a crook of a clawed finger when Rhys looks up from his desk. His clawed fingers halt midway through transcribing a scroll, the glowing blue letters fizzling out into black ink.
“Is that time already?” Rhys asks as he lays the quill aside and rises, his long blue tail unfurling against the ground. Jack’s eyes prowl appreciatively over his familiars body, drinking in everything from the long legs striding out from beneath his robes to the jewelry laid elegantly about his neck, to the horns curling up and over his slicked-back hair. Jack looks forward to these times the most, when he and Rhys connect on the closest level.
“You bet it is. C’mere, pumpkin.” Jack spreads his legs, eyes glowing with greenish fire as his familiar comes to kneel before him, Rhys’ clawed hands pressing obediently into his lap as he tilts his chin back and waits.
“Such a patient boy…even though I know you crave this too,” Jack murmurs, hand lifting off the arm of his throne to stroke through Rhys’ hair, minding the base of his horns. His finger brushes up against one, drawing a pleased purr from deep within the familiar’s throat.
“Sir…please…”
Jack smirks and continues to stroke through Rhys’ hair, occasionally tugging a little harder than necessary. Not that his familiar minds. Rhys leans into the touch, anticipating what’s to come.
“So loyal…so dedicated…” Jack croons as he reached to his right, plucking a single yellow candle from the sconce bolted to the wall. He holds it tight in his palms for a moment until the flame glows vibrant green, sending wax cascading down towards the base. But before it can touch Jack’s hand he tips it over, letting the wax drip instead upon the supplicant head and shoulders of his familiar.
Rhys moans as the scalding material drips onto his skin, running down his body in thick rivulets before it slows and hardens. He shivers as Jack douses him in the melting candle, far more pleasured than pained as Jack’s magic seeps into his flesh, sharing power between them.
“Sir…” Rhys groans, clawed hands now finding the cold stone of the floor beneath him as he leans forward, lips parting to reveal long fangs and a winding, needy tongue. “Please…let me…”
Jack spreads his legs out further in permission, his other hand settling back into Rhys’ hair as the familiar leans forward, unzipping Jack’s pants with his teeth before his tongue winds inside to lap at the sorcerer’s cock. He hisses as Rhys’ mouth deftly finds the head of his dick and sucks it past his lips, adorably indulgent noises tingling up and down his shaft. Jack keeps one hand wound in Rhys’ hair as the other grabs at one horn, tugging him closer as he feels not only his own arousal, but also his familiar’s—a well as his loyalty, his need to please, his pain at the boiling wax still drying on his skin.
Power builds between them as their arousal blooms, magical bond strengthening as Rhys’ lips and tongue lap and stroke along Jack’s cock. The sorcerer pulls harder on his familiar’s head, yanking him forward and back. Rhys’ tail swishes across the stone floor, his little wings beating against his back as he too grows closer and closer to the edge, finally brought to orgasm through the feeling of Jack’s cock and the bond between them alone.
Jack shudders and shoots down Rhys’ throat mere moments later, tossing his head back against his throne as his familiar swallows it all down, solidifying the mystic ties binding the together. Rhys sucks and laps until Jack’s been completely worked dry, at which point he finally pops off with a lusty gasp. Cum drips down his chin to join the wax now dry and cracked against his tattooed chest.
“Mmm. Good boy, Rhysie.” Jack relaxes into his throne as he pats his familiar’s head, pleased to feel the bond between he and his magical conduit strengthened once again. Rhys purrs, satisfied as a pet cat, as he climbs into Jack’s lap, craving his sorcerer’s attention even with their souls so intimately linked.
Something where Jack is the monster under Rhys’ bed?? I dunno.
Jack feels like he’s already waited long enough.
Three boyfriends, five pounds of ice cream weight, dozens of jerk-off sessions and more than a few fits of crying. He’s witnessed it all underneath his victims bed, but not until tonight has he felt emboldened enough to crawl out and actually do something about it.
Usually he’s content to infect his prey—Rhys, he knew from all the conversations he’d overheard—with nightmares or waking terrors, showing himself only to drain the fear from the young man’s thoughts, but tonight he’s sick and tired of listening to Rhys bitch and moan about how boyfriend number three did him dirty.
The initial reveal goes about as well as Jack expects. Plenty of screaming, and he only barely dodges a lamp swung at his head as Rhys jumps to his feet atop his bed, trying to look intimidating towards Jack, whose head already nearly touches the ceiling.
Thankfully Rhys screams less when Jack pushes their lips together, tongue weaving out from behind his long fangs to penetrate into the young man’s mouth.
Rhys is so much smaller in comparison, dwarfed by Jack’s monstrous bulk as he holds him close. The sheer difference in their size does crazy things to Jack, and for the first time in far too long he feels his arousal rise up to its peak. His groin twitches in need, slitted genitals parting to reveal the head of his cock, followed by a long slick shaft.
“Ooh,” Rhys moans when Jack finally pulls away from the kiss, his lips covered in saliva and chin raked with little scratches from Jack’s teeth. Much to the monster’s surprise, however, Rhys looks less terrified than he had before when he’d tried to brain Jack with a lamp, and a lot more into what’s going on. Jack grins wickedly at this, pupils slitting in the sea of surreal green and blue of his eyes.
“You’re too good for those assholes…” Jack’s oily black tongue licks at his fangs as his claws affectionately squeezed Rhys’ body, feeling up his tender, human form as his cock thickens between the young man’s legs. “You need a real man to show you a good time, sugar.”
“I…I’m pretty sure you’re not a man…” Rhys stutters, only to yelp as Jack turns him around and tosses him back down against the bed. His weight bounces a couple times before Jack pins him down by the hips, claws digging possessively into the soft flesh there.
“Technicalities. When I’m finished with you, you won’t care what I am, kiddo.” Jack breathes icy cool at the young man’s ass as he tugs his shorts down to his knees. He clucks his tongue in pleasure as he spreads Rhys’ cheeks, revealing his tight little hole.
“You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this…how many times I’ve heard dickless jerkwads waste their chance with you…with this…” Jack licks his fangs as he leans forward, tongue pressing against Rhys’ entrance. He drags saliva all over the young man’s ass before finally pressing in, the tip of his tongue exploring the sensitive flesh within Rhys until he’s gasping and rutting back against Jack’s mouth. He’s so much larger than Rhys is, he could probably swallow the young man whole from this position if he wanted, but no—he’s not interested in killing Rhys, merely savoring him as long as he can. His hunger has been neglected for too long.
The monster pulls out before Rhys can cum, wanting to feel the young man’s body tremble around his cock proper when he gets off. He flips Rhys over onto his back, drinking in the already ravaged body of his victim. Rhys’ skin flushes, his legs already showing evidence of Jack’s claws. His eyes hold a healthy mix of fear and need, his thighs open against the bed as saliva drips down from between his cheeks.
“Oh baby…” Jack drawls, running his claws delicately up Rhys’ legs before grabbing one in each palm and pulling him closer. “You’re gonna have some sweet dreams tonight.”
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