Greetings one and all.
This is a joint story between me and the Awesome Author I beta for, Yami Ryo~
(So go read her stories yo!)
I don't own hetalia.
And here's the warning for this chapter:
M/M. R/US. Rape. mild violence. Um... me being to lazy to fix commas and semicolons. And two author's not knowing what the hell they are doing.
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ENJOY!
Episode one:
The Dragon and the Knight
Alfred F. Jones was ready for adventure. He was wearing light chainmail armor and had a heavy bastard sword hanging from his hip. A dragon was assaulting a nearby village, and he was he one sent to take care of the scaly menace. He shouldered his heavy pack, glad he wasn't wearing the hot helm on this lovely summer's day. He saw an in and decided to stop for a quick bite, ducking in and blinking rapidly to get his eyes used to the gloom.
Ivan Braginski, a large and beautifully silver scaled dragon, with striking violet eyes and large powerful wings peered out over the village he had claimed as his own territory and noticed a newcomer enter. Deciding to check on this intruder and decide what to do with them Ivan began to shift forms slowly melting into the body of a strong large man. Ivan's human form was tall and muscular with pale skin and a handsome face. His eyes were the same striking color that they were in his dragon form. Ivan smirked to himself pulling on the leather pants and tunic he always kept close by. Ivan began the trek to the village his strides fast and firm as he made his way to the Inn he saw the intruder enter.
Alfred managed to order a plate of steak and potatoes, hungry enough that he would eat anything. And being raised by a wizard with no sense of taste had left him little choice in the eating department. He had no idea that the dragon was already on its way to see him.
Ivan entered the Inn and saw the newcomer chowing down on some odd looking meal and walked over feeling a smug satisfaction when the patrons of the Inn cowered and tried to flee for cover without being noticed by him. He loved the powerful feeling of knowing these pathetic mortals feared him so very much. As he got closer to the newcomer he noticed his features in more detail and a smirk began to curl his lips. The newcomer was incredibly beautiful and exotic looking. A gorgeous treasure for his horde. Ivan decided right then that this beauty would become his and approached the human sitting down across from him and schooling his features into a childish mask of happiness.
Alfred felt something enter. Not someone. Something. he mentally groaned and looked up, knowing as soon as he locked eyes with the 'person' in front of him. His lip curled in irritation, but he faked a brilliant smile and stopped eating, putting down the knife he had been using to eat with.
"What are you doing here?" he asked, all smiles, "Its kinda rude to watch a guy eat you know."
"I noticed you enter the village and I have never seen you before." Ivan told him. "What brings you to such a barren town as this?" Ivan asked smiling widely knowing the man before him recognized what he was and mentally commending the man-child's instincts.
"Someone said their was some asshole dragon from the North terrorising this place," Alfred shrugged, flashing a toothy grin at him, "I came here to get rid of it."
Ivan chuckled at this.
'How cute, my pretty little sunflower thinks to destroy me.' Ivan thought to himself his gazing piercing the others.
"I am Ivan and I shall take you to the dragon if you so wish." Ivan teased merely as a formality, his new treasure should know his name after all.
"Not yet though," Alfred gestured to his meal, "You kinda caught me in the middle of something. I haven't had real food in almost a month. I'm starving."
From the accent and inflection, this Ivan guy was from the north. Alfred tried to remember what his caregiver had told him about dragons. He remembered that not all breathed fire. And that... Some could even walk amongst humans. He sighed and looked around the room, seeing that durring their short conversation, the patrons had all left.
"I'm guessing you are not his little buddy who rounds up all the pretty young virgins, are you?" he asked as he dug into his meal again, cutting his potato into tiny pieces before mashing them individually with the flat of his knife.
"Very perceptive little Sunflower." Ivan chuckled. "Normally I do not bother with collecting virgins...But you have spiked my interest. You shall make a lovely addition to my horde Little One." Ivan told him smirking widely and baring his fangs.
"I'm not a Sunflower," Alfred bristled, eyes narrowing as he reached into his pack. He needed his glasses to better see. The being he was looking at was big, but he couldn't pick out detail without the spectacles Arthur had made for him, "I'm a foundling. And I may not be able to cast like my brother, but I can certainly bring you down. I'm no one's property."
"We shall see my Sunflower." Ivan replied chuckling at the foundling before him. Such an adorable little creature, Ivan would love to break him.
"Stop calling me that! I'm a human." at least. He was pretty sure he was a human. Arthur said he had found him wanderig the woods in a small white gown. There had been no one around for many miles either.
Ivan thoroughly enjoyed the reactions his new treasure had and leaned forward a little taking in the very pleasant and pure scent radiating from his sunflower.
"I shall make a deal with you my little Sunflower. We shall fight and should I win, you will become mine, in EVERY way." Ivan said voice smooth and seductive as his smirk became more lustful.
"And when I win, you leave these villagers alone and return to your northlands," Alfred stared at him calmly, "I'm not afraid of you dragon. I'm a knight and I am a guardian."
He did not boast about his unnatural strength. It was a bad idea to do so. But he really wanted to.
"Very well." Ivan agreed smirking at the loophole he had already found in the deal. "When you finish your meal we shall go to my mountain and we shall battle."
"Good," Alfred finished off his meal quickly and shouldered his pack. It was a lot heavier than it looked. Arthur had made it with a bigger-inside-than-outside kind of spell. Alfred had a tendency to collect a lot of stuff, so Arthur had made it so that Alfred would stop complaining about having to carry fifty different packs at the same time, "Let's go"
Ivan stood to his full height and motioned for his Sunflower to follow. Ivan led the beauty at a sedate pace out of his tiny village and towards his mountain where they would have more room to do battle. His beautiful trees surrounded them thickening as they went further up the base of the mountain before spreading out again as they came upon his cliff and beautiful cave.
"This shall be your new home soon my little Sunflower." Ivan teased turning to face his companion with a confident smirk on his face.
"Dream on Winter dragon," Alfred, who had been reaching into his pack the entire trip in an attempt to find his spectacles, finally withdrew his glasses and slid them on his face, taking in the much clearer view with som slight awe. He shook himself out of it and set his pack down near the cave entrance before unhooking the sheathe and dropping it. He pulled out his sword and twirled it lazily, knowing he could fight all day with it without getting too tired, "The only home I have is with my Arthur and my Matt."
Ivan's faced darkened at the mention of his Sunflower having a home with anyone but him. His Sunflower would soon learn that Ivan Braginski never lost a treasure, ever.
"We shall see my Sunflower. We shall see..." Ivan said his form cracking and shifting as it grew, skin turning to scales and wings sprouting from his back as his arms and legs cracked and shifted sharp menacing talons growing. As he grew he fell onto all fours and glared down at his little Sunflower.
Alfred grew nervous as he saw just how big Ivan really was. He was definitely a lot bigger than anticipated. Alfred gripped his sword tighter and watched Ivan warily. He would wait. He needed to see how Ivan fought and use what he knew to his advantage. The dragon didn't seem to be the reckless type. He was too smart and probably far too old for such things.
Ivan finished changing and lashed his tail lazily as he gazed at his opponent watching carefully. When he saw that the little one watched him waiting for him to make the first move he could not help but chuckle, a deep rumbling sound. How cute, his Sunflower meant to outsmart him. He would play along. Ivan lashed out with a claw careful to remain alert of any movement by the other.
Alfred's eyes flashed at the expression on Ivan's face. The dragon was mocking him. He didn't strike back though, dodging out of the way and bringing his sword down to knock away the blow with as little of his strength as possible. He would need it as an Ace for when he really got into a bind.
Ivan grinned and lashed out again. What fun this was!
Alfred dodged again, this time, avoiding it completely. He smirked and brought his sword down in an attack. This one intended to insult more than harm as it sliced between the scales on Ivan's clawed hands.
Ivan's smirk widened, so Sunflower wished to play THAT game did he? Ivan lashed out faster ripping the chain-mail from the young one's form and snapping out with his massive jaws intending on digging his fangs into his leg.
Alfred squeaked in alarm, literally flipping himself arse over elbow to keep from getting his leg torn off. He was a bit miffed that his chain mail was useless now, but didn't take the time to remove it. He had more important things to woorry about. Like surviving this battle.
Ivan snaked his tail out quickly slapping the boy's sword away and lashing out with his claws again.
Alfred hissed, shaking the feeling back into his hand as he rolled away. He staggered to his feet and glared up at him defiantly. he needed to get his sword back so that he could face Ivan with a bit less than the disadvantages he already had. He really didn't want to die.
Ivan sliced at the boy with his claws intending on opening his chest and feeling the warm beautiful blood spray onto his scales.
This was it. Alfred brought his hands up and closed them around the claws, digging his feet into the ground to anchor himself. He felt the serrated edge bite into the fragile flesh of his hands, but he ignored the pain to yank as hard as he could in an attempt to overbalance the huge creature.
Ivan was surprised to be yanked forward for only a moment before he used the momentum to open his jaws and clamp down on the young boy before him deep enough to draw blood and injure but not so deep he would kill his little Sunflower.
The pain made him scream, reaching up to grasp at Ivan's jaws in a helpless attempt to get him to release. Alfred had felt pain before, but it was nothing like this. He breathed shallowly, quick little pants, and glared up at Ivan with tears of pain making his eyes shine brighter. He wouldn't back down though. He let go and fisted his hands together striking as hard as he could against the dragon's nose. Ivan was large enough that he could probably eat Alfred in a single bite, but he didn't care. He just wanted the dragon to let go!
Ivan released Alfred in a mighty sneezed the hit having stung his nose quite a bit. Shaking his head Ivan glared at Alfred a smile curling at his lips, such a resourceful creature.
Alfred was bowled away by the force of the sneeze, but he grinned up at Ivan challengingly. He continued to watch Ivanwhile he felt the extent of the damage, wincing in pain. he had to figure out how to win. Quickly. He would probably pass out from bloodloss if he waited too long. He couldn't afford to lose. Not when it meant his freedom.
Ivan lashed forward quickly again this time intending to pin his little Sunflower to the cold hard earth.
Alfred managed tto dance away, grimacing as the movement jarred his wounds. He was already starting to sway, his vision fading in and out. He felt his eyes itch with tears of defeat as he looked up at the dragon. He would not win this fight. But he would not go down easily.
Ivan was rather impressed with his beautiful flower. He was a stronger warrior than most and was lasting far longer than any opponent than he had ever had before but he could see that his little treasure was quickly tiring and so he reached out again to grab his prize.
Alfred couldn't get away this time. It was taking all of his effort just to stand. He could feel his eyelids fluttering as he tried to stay awake. He collapsed into Ivan's clawed hand bonelessly, his eyes sliding closed as he passed out. The last thing he saw was the hand reaching to capture him, and then darkness.
Ivan smirked at the limp figure in his hand, such a beautiful new treasure. He would have to clean his lovely prize up and stop the blood flow if he was to keep him though. Ivan carefully brought Alfred into his cave setting him gently in his prized beautiful pile of foreign silks and blankets. Ivan shifted back into his human form and went hunting for his medical supplies. Finding them easily in his overstocked cave he brought them to his precious Sunflower and began to strip him of all his clothing.
"You shall be my most precious treasure." Ivan told the unconscious boy with a wide grin as he gazed at the beautiful naked form of his prize. Such beauty was his and his alone. He would destroy anyone that tried to take his lovely little sunflower from him. He patched up his beautiful prize and redressed him in the finest flowing silk robes that he had in his cave. Ivan admired his work petting his beautiful prize with reverence and pride.
Alfred continued to lay quietly, his face twisted with discomfort. He was unconscious and would be for a while until his body could handle the damage that had happened. It was just a matter of time until he opened his eyes. Not that he would want to. Alfred had been wild before he had been taken in. And even then, the wildness had never really left him. He would struggle against his cage until something broke. It would be him or the thing keeping him trapped.
Ivan watched his prize sleep licking his lips. Such a beautiful thing. He reached a hand into the silk robes he had dressed his pet in and ran his hands along the smooth flesh. Ivan moved forward capturing those tempting lips with his and forcing his tongue inside tasting the boys essence and savoring his unique flavor. Such purity and uniqueness had his cock swelling and body heating. Ivan pulled his hands from inside the robes though he continued to taste the soft cavern of the boys mouth before parting their lips and kissing, licking, and biting down his neck leaving possessive marks down the soft smooth flesh. Such delicious flesh.
Alfred slept on, unaware of what Ivan was doing to his defenseless body. His body didn't mind so much, though Alfred would if he ever found out. Soft moans and sighs of pleasure slipped loose as Ivan teased him, his head tilting back to give better access.
Ivan was amused by his flower's reactions and slipped his hands back inside the robes fondling Alfred's shaft and biting down on Alfred's neck to leave a more permanent mark of possession licking away the blood that was drawn.
He squeaked at the shock of pain, trying to squirm away from the pain, but settled when it ended. He hummed softly in pleasure as Ivan touched him, hips twitching in the desire to thrust, but with muscles too lax to actually do so. It was a nice feeling. One that was reaching into Alfred's subconscious and making him dream.
Ivan began to pump the hardened flesh in his hand his own cock stiffening. He greatly desired to take his prize now but he knew it would be so much better when his little Sunflower was awake to react properly to everything. It would be a delicious moment when his pet surrendered completely to him falling to the pleasure he would bring him. He could hardly wait to see his Alfred writhing beneath him.
Alfred on the other hand, was stuck in a fantasy land of touch and sound and feeling. He rarely dreamed in visual because of having such poor vision. He had never gone with the sharp sight everyone else had when he was a child, so his body learned to see with things other than sight. Mostly hearing and feeling. And boy what he was feeling was awesome.
Ivan pumped his shaft harder and faster intending to bring the young one off and make him cum so that he could taste those salty juices.
Alfred moaned, feeling a strange tightness as his body tensed before a sense of bliss overcame him, the dream shifting from touches to a warm meadow with soft grass and the sounds of birdsong. He stirred at the feeling of moisture between his legs from his unconscious orgasm, but didn't wake just yet.
Ivan smirked with success bringing his hand to his mouth and licking it free of the cum his prize had given him. Such a delicious flavor. He moved down his prized body licking Alfred's vital regions free of the cum that soaked him.
After a while, alfred began to stirr more towards wakefullness. His body hurt from the battle, but he was too tired to care. He blinked, looking up at the fuzzy brown roof of the cave he was now trapped in. He was a prisoner to a dragon. One that had wanted him as a prize. He rolled onto his side and curled up, trying not to cry as the pain of his hurts and the distress of losing everything hit him.
Ivan saw his little Sunflower awake and immediately begin to mourn. Such an adorable little thing really. Ivan walked over to his prize and smirked down at him.
"You are awake my little Sunflower. That is good." Ivan said kneeling down so that he was closer to his beauty.
Alfred glared at the wall, refusing to look at the dragon. He didn't like being called a sunflower. He wasn't a weak, fragile little thing. He was a foundling from the western lands. He had strength men could only dream of. But also vision that was so poor that he couldn't use that strength without help. He touched his face, wondering where his spectacles were. They must have fallen off sometime after he had passed out from bloodloss.
Ivan chuckled at the display of defiance reaching out and forcing his little treasure to look at him.
"You are mine now and you shall stay with me forever." Ivan told him possessively leaning down and capturing Alfred's mouth in a forceful kiss holding his jaw open with bruising force so that he would not bite down as Ivan forced his tongue inside his mouth tasting that wonderful flavor again.
He glared at the dragon, his eyes slightly unfocused as he tried to see anything about the creature. The only thing that he could see was bright purple. He tried to pull away from the harsh grip, his cry of outrage muffled by the dragon's surprisingly soft lips. He wanted to nite, but it hurt to try. He glared at the purple, knowing he was helpless to do anything else as he was kissed breathless.
Ivan admired his prize's blue eyes and pulled away smirking down at him. He slipped his hands inside the robes that he had put on his little treasure feeling the smooth warm flesh beneath his hands.
Alfred squealed, squirming away from the touch and looking up at Ivan with wide, fearful eyes. He had known that Ivan would own him if he lost, but that didn't mean he had expected that sort of thing. As far as he knew, he had never been kissed or touched like that before.
"So sensitive little one." Ivan chuckled smirking at Alfred before reaching out quickly and snatching Alfred pulling him closer and pinning him beneath him. "I will enjoy this." Ivan whispered in his ear smile dark and lustful.
"No!" Alfred pushed as hard as he could, still far weaker than the dragon. Pain and fear and sadness making him want to cry and to run away until he collapsed in a heap. He took a shuddering gasp, trying not to cry as he closed his eyes and shook his head. He didn't care that he was laying on a soft bed. He was a knight and he was supposed to die in battle, not be a dragon's sex-slave.
Ivan could smell his prizes misery and though it was a somewhat unpleasant smell and caused that odd feeling in his chest again his cock was already too hard to stop now. Ivan decided Alfred had smelled much better when he was confident. Removing what was left of the robes that were in his way Ivan leaned back on his haunches to admire the beauty laid bare before him.
Alfred brought his legs up and crossed them, hiding his body from view as much as possible without the use of his hands. He didn't want to be looked at. Especially not when he was so heavy and had that nasty scar across his stomach from a training accident. He didn't understand what made him so desirable to the dragon, but there wasn't much he could do now. He was trapped until the dragon died or grew tired of him.
"Beautiful." Ivan growled out lustfully. Ivan grabbed Alfred's legs spreading them wide and leaned down between his legs long thick tongue flicking out to taste the crevice of Alfred's delicious ass. His hot tongue ran over the smaller man's hole slowly tasting him there before slowly slipping his tongue inside watching his little flower for any reaction.
Alfred gasped, choking on a sob, and struggled in Ivan's grip. He didn't like this. It felt weird and things weren't supposed to go in there. Things came out of there. He didn't want to lose his innocence. But he didn't have much of a choice in the matter. Alfred stilled and took a deep, shuddering breath. He was bound to the beast and it would be allowed to use his body for anything it wanted. Even this.
Ivan loved Alfred's delicious flavor driving his tongue deeper and devouring that small cute hole, teeth nipping at the sides gently and sucking on the rim as he thrust his tongue in and out of him.
Alfred keened softly, hands leaving his face to fist in the sheets, and arched his back. His muscles tense at the foreign invader exploring his deepest parts. He didn't like this one bit, but he had to admit that he was glad that it didn't hurt. He was just sfraid of what it would lead to. The fact the dragon was doing this sort of thing... It would probably be pushing something else inside of him too. And it already had an uncomfortably thick tongue. His cheeks flamed as he tried to imagine how big that certain part of the dragon was.
Ivan knew he would have to begin spreading his prize in earnest if he was going to mate with him. He carefully pushed a finger in beside his tongue determined not to damage his possession. Alfred was his treasure, his property and he would not hurt him physically if he could help it. Of course if his little flower ever dared to try and leave him he would have to make sure he could not use his legs anymore.
Alfred grunted and squirmed in discomfort. He didn't like the feeling. It kind of hurt and he had a feeling it was just going to keep going. Ivan didn't seem to want to stop. And he didn't know what to do to keep the inevitable from happening for even a little bit longer. He had a feeling the dragon wouldn't listen to him even if he swallowed his pride and begged for it to stop.
Ivan pressed a second finger inside beside the first and began to scissor tongue snaking around inside searching for the pleasure spot his flower surely had. He thrust the fingers in and out and scissored them spreading and opening his little one for the intrusion that would be coming.
Alfred whined, squirming in discomfort. It didn't feel right. He didn't understand why Ivan was doing this. The Dragon wasn't hurting him, which was good. He Arched suddenly, sucking in a startled breath as pleasure shot through him. He looked down with wide eyes, wondering what that was.
Ivan smirked knowing he had found what he was searching for and thrusting his tongue harshly against that spot repeatedly slipping a third finger inside and thrusting them in and out in earnest spreading and opening his treasure's entrance for his cock.
Alfred keened, shuddering in pleasure. He didn't really get what Ivan was doing to him, but found he couldn't complain when he was feeling so good like this. He unconsciously spread his legs wider to accomodate for the still-uncomfortable stretching, but at least something was distracting him quite well this time.
Ivan grinned at Alfred's new willingness. Ivan knew he had prepared Alfred as much as he could and pulled away removing his tongue and fingers to remove his pants revealing his large hot throbbing cock. Spitting into his hand he mixed his saliva with his precum slicking his shaft quickly. After he had slicked himself up he grabbed Alfred's legs spreading them wide and getting between his sunflower's legs lining himself with Alfred's prepared entrance.
Alfred looked down and felt the blood drain from his face at how big the dragon's equient was. He whined in fear, his whole body tense as he waited for the penetration that would mean the removal of his innocence. He just hoped that the dragon would go slow or finish quickly. Or both. He was going to hurt either way and just wanted it to be over fast.
Ivan rubbed Alfred's tense thighs.
"If you do not relax my little one this will be very painful for you." Ivan warned Alfred.
"B-but... You... You won't fit!" Alfred squeaked, squirming anxiously as he looked up at Ivan. He knew he probably looked a little wild with his eyes wide and his hair mussed from moving around so much. But he didn't care. He was afraid and he would continue to be afraid until he knew it wouldn't hurt.
Ivan chuckled at how adorable his little sunflower was.
"I will fit, that I promise." Ivan leaned over Alfred running his tongue along his throat for a moment before speaking again. "I will fit and I will bring you great pleasure...You may feel a bit of...discomfort at first but you will enjoy this greatly my little hero." Ivan soothed smirking at Alfred gaze lustful.
Alfred continued to stare at him with wide eyes, but he tried to relax. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, trying not to let his fear take over and make himself tense again.
Ivan's smirk widened as he held Alfred's legs open wide and began to press inside of the smaller man. He was so tight! Delicious...Ivan went slowly so that he would not tear the little warrior, his treasure. Alfred felt so hot and tight around his cock he wanted to just thrust and take his pleasure without care however his little virgin treasure was not prepared quite yet for that. Perhaps when he was more used to Ivan's lust.
Alfred fisted his hands and gritted his teeth at the pain. It felt awful being stretched to his limit and beyond like this. He whinpered, not realising he had tensed up again in distress. He just wanted the dragon to pull out and leave him alone. Or kill him and eat him like dragons were supposed to.
Ivan stilled buried to the hilt inside of his beauty.
"Relax my Sunflower..." Ivan cooed rubbing Alfred's thighs soothingly.
"F-It hurts..." He whined, tears gathering in his eyes from the pain, He tried not to cry but is was so hard. His hands were probably going to cramp with how tight he was holding the fabric underneath himself, but he couldn't stop himself unless he wanted to cry out like he really wanted. It hurt so much and he wanted to much to beg the dragon to pull out.
Ivan sighed knowing that he could not move with his flower so tense and leaned over careful not to jostle his hips. Ivan began to pepper Alfred's throat in heated kisses hoping to distract the young one, sucking and nipping at what he knew were sensitive spots from Alfred's reactions in his sleep earlier.
It took a bit, but Alfred gradually began to relax under the onslaught of pleasure on his sensitive nerves. He still hurt, but the places Ivan went after made it easier to ignore. At least for now anyways.
Ivan felt Alfred loosen just a fraction and began to gradually thrust in and out of the tight passage grunting in pleasure.
Alfred gasped, shifting his grip to the dragon's arms and holding tightly. It still hurt, but it was getting better. However... he just wanted it to end soon.
Ivan began to thrust faster and more harshly aiming for Alfred's pleasure center intent on having his prize writhe in pleasure beneath him. He would have his sunflower craving his touch soon enough.
Alfred shifted more, but a stray thrust brushed against something inside him, making him still. He didn't dislike it, but it hadn't been strong enough to make him like it. He rolled his hips a big, before pushing back as Ivan pushed forward, ignoring the sharp pain the action caused as pleasure made his eyes roll into the back of his head.
Ivan smirked at the obvious sudden pleasure his flower displayed and began to thrust harder. Snapping his hips forward he began to thoroughly enjoy the tight hot passage that belonged only to him. Growling with pleasure his thrusting increased in harshness and speed as he thrust against that spot that would bring his flower true pleasure.
Alfred moaned and reached higher, tigging short, blunt nails into Ivan's back as he tried to match Ivan's thrusts with one of his own. He swallowed the saliva that was flowing freely, and grabbed the back of Ivan's head to drag him down for a frantic kiss filled with need.
Ivan was very pleased. His flower was so responsive! He returned the kiss with fierce passion slipping his tongue inside the others mouth to twine with his tongue dominating the kiss. Ivan thrust harder and more deeply pleased that his little one was thrusting with him and accepting him into his body more fully. The bite of Alfred's nails digging into his flesh snapped whatever hesitance he had that kept him from thrusting with all his power and so he thrust inside his little flower with all his might seeking his own pleasure from the pliant body beneath him though he made sure to keep his strikes steady on his flowers sweet spot.
Alfred howled into the kiss. The pleasure. It was too much. He felt like he was going to explode. He squeezed his legs around Ivan, unconsciously tightening his passage. He followed his instincts and rached between them, a bit startled to feel himself so hard. He barely wrapped his hand around himself before he was coming, his virgin body unable to handle all the pleasure. The force of his orgasm slammed into him, hard enough that he actually fainted from the overload.
Ivan growled loudly at the tightening of Alfred's passage thrusting harder. The sight of Alfred cumming was beautiful and arousing though Ivan was hardly done with Alfred's body quite yet. Ivan continued to thrust into Alfred's unconscious body for a few more minutes until he felt himself approaching his own orgasm. He let out a roar of pleasure as he spilled his seed into the passage gripping him still filling it completely and over flowing it a bit cum slipping out around his cock as he continued to thrust milking himself of the last bits of pleasure. When he was completely finished he pulled out of Alfred and lay beside him pulling the unconscious form to lay with him as he lounged in smug sated satisfaction. Ivan held Alfred close enjoying his little one's warmth greatly. He was very pleased with his prize, he would definitely keep his little sunflower.
Alfred nuzzled into the dragon's warm body, unaware that their joining had reopened his wounds, though not too badly. Just enough to bleed a little without being life-threatening
Ivan could feel his flower's blood slowly leaking out just a little but was feeling too lazy to do anything about it simply rubbing up and down Alfred's bare back slowly.
He hummed softly, stirring at the calm touch. He was waking far more quickly since this had simply been an overload of pleasure. Though it would probably be best if his didn't, since he had just willingly let a dragon fuck him senseless and fill him to overflowing with the creature's semen.
Ivan knew his little sunflower was awake but he was enjoying this closeness far too much to do anything but lounge with him.
Alfred whined and nuzzled closer, not really awake just yet. His recent memories were just a haze in his half-awake state. He knew only one person who was really taller than him and smiled happily, nuzzling in an attempt to smell the sweet syrup his brother seemed to have with him. He frowned when he didn't smell it and looked up seeing purple. Since Matthew had eyes that were almost the same color, Alfred smiled somewhat loopily at him.
"Morning Matt..." He mumbled, dropping his head back down and trying to burrow into the warmest part of the bed, "Just had the weirdest dream I got trapped by a dragon... Silly huh? Man, you really didn't take it easy in our spar did you?"
Ivan glared in jealousy down at his little flower. How dare he utter another's name while in his bed! Ivan quickly pinned him to the bed and stole his breath in a harsh bruising kiss.
"MPH!" That definitely woke him up. Alfred squirmed and struggled, unable to breathe with his mouth being assaulted. He tried to pull away. To explain that Matt was his brother. That he and his brother had slept in the same bed because there were only two and their caretaker slept in the other. He finally twisted his face away and glared at Ivan weakly, his breathing harsh and uneven, "I'm just a human. I need to breathe more often than you do, you overgrown lizard. What the hell was that for?"
"You will not speak the name of another in my bed." Ivan told him coldly face dark with malice. "If you do I will make sure you will be unable to speak at all." Ivan promised voice thick with jealousy.
"I thought you were my brother," Alfred grumbled, crossing his arms with just a slight furrowing of his eyebrows to show his discomfort, "He's got purple eyes kinda like yours. We share a bed cause Arthur sleeps in the other one. I wake up and see purple eyes, I'm probably gonna assume it's my big brother until otherwise stated."
Ivan's dark look melted back into a wide smile.
"Very well I shall let it pass for now." Ivan told him, Ivan began to kiss down his neck again sucking and nipping as he got lower.
"Ah-No!" Alfred gasped, grabbing the back of Ivan's head. He meant to pull it away, but his treacherous body pushed him closer instead, giving the Dragon more access to his body. he wished there was a compulsion spell, but he knew how those felt and there was none on him. He really wanted this and his hated himself for it.
Ivan could smell his flower's growing lust and left a trail of possessive marks down his chest. Taking a nipple into his mouth he abused the small nub with teeth and tongue tweaking the other in his rough hand while his other caloused hand gripped Alfred's cock pumping it to hardness.
Alfred squirmed and writhed underneath him, moaning with pleasure and desire. He didn't initiate another miss, but his fingers tangled themselves in the soft hair on Ivan's head. He was already breathing harshly, legs spreading to give better access to the dragon that had laid claim to his body.
Ivan was pleased with his treasure's responses, they were so very arousing. Already hard Ivan leaned back onto his haunches and grabbed Alfred's legs again wrapping them around his waist and thrusting his hard throbbing cock inside the still slick and loosened passage. Alfred wrapped around his cock perfectly every bit of it squeezing him in just the right way. He began his powerful thrusting aiming for the spot within his flower to have him writhe beneath him again.
Alfred gasped and moaned at the sudden over-full feeling of being filled by the dragon, fisting his hands and trying not to cry out. His ass was sore from the first time, and the friction hurt, though the semen from the dragon helped a bit by lubricating the creature's massive organ. Alfred tried to hold himself back, not wanting to give in so soon again. He didn't like the fact his climax had caused him to pass out. He was no damsel in distress. Even thouh it seemed he was placed in that position.
Ivan's thrusting became more forceful intent on taking his own pleasure from the body beneath him. This body was his and he would enjoy it thoroughly whether his flower liked it or not. Such delicious pleasure spiked from his cock with the tight entrance squeezing his cock so strongly.
Alfred cried out at the sudden change, struggling as Ivan thrust harshly into his sensitive body. He wanted the dragon to stop. He wanted to be free. He wanted to be safe at home and not being violated by a monster. The dragon was bigger and stronger and he had no hidden ace to get away. Not that it mattered. Ivan was probably going to fuck him till he couldn't move and keep him there until he died from exhaustion. Or hunger.
Wanting to see his flower writhing beneath him again Ivan aimed for Alfred's sweet spot though his thrusting remained harsh and selfish. He did not really care so much about Alfred's pleasure any longer only seeking his own gratification.
Alfred couldn't help the weak, pained cries that spilled loose at each solid thrust. It was not pleasant like the other one had been and Alfred just wanted to drag himself away from Ivan's terrible grasp and run. He just hoped that the good feelings could appear soon. Or that the dragon would soon finish. Alfred was glad he wasn't a woman. He would run the risk of being impregnated by the beast. But he never would have become a knight either. Alfred pondered that, glad for the distraction that kept the pain at bay at least a little bit.
Ivan felt himself approaching his own release and jerked his hips harder into the body beneath him too intent on his own pleasure to care about any damage he might do to the wonderful warm perfect body wrapped around his cock.
Alfred cried at the increasing pain, bringing a hand to his mouth and biting it to keep from screaming. He hoped to whatever deity might be witnessing this that he wouldn't tear or bleed from the violence Ivan was pushing into him with.
Ivan continued to thrust harshly even as he emptied his seed into his sunflower milking the last of his pleasure from the pliant body beneath him with a loud roar of pleasure. Finishing completely his seed leaking from Alfred's sweet hole he pulled out completely and lay beside Alfred again pulling the young one into his arms.
Alfred bit his hand harder as the cool salty liquid filled him. Once Ivan pulled out, the semen began to drain out. Though slightly pink from the small tears that had formed from the dragon's rough treatment. Alfred didn't fight the arms wrapped tightly around him. In fact, he buried his face in the dragon's barrel chest and let the tears flow.
Ivan sighed and rubbed Alfred's back gently in somewhat comforting motions. His sweet little sunflower was not as much fun crying as he was. Perhaps he could do something to make him feel better. Ivan thought Alfred must be hungry, little things like him got hungry quite frequently.
"What would you like to eat Sunflower. I shall go get you food." Ivan promised his little flower gently.
Alfred stayed quiet. He wasn't really hungry. He knew he should be, but he really didn't. He shook his head an continued to cry. He just wanted to spill out all his emotion. He was afraid still and he hurt and he was so so sad at being trapped. He hadn't even told his family goodbye. He had expected to come home soon. Apparently he was wrong. He was never going to go home and that, more than anything, made him want to curl up in a ball and die.
Ivan sighed suspecting that his little flower may be mourning his freedom. While he would not give him freedom or allow him to leave him...perhaps he could do something...maybe take him outside to enjoy the forest perhaps.
"It will not be so bad here...Perhaps later I will show you my forest. You may play there...However if you try to run you will not have legs to run with and you will never see the outside of my cave again." Ivan vowed possessively hold Alfred closer to himself.
Alfred tapped the side of his head and looked to the walls of the cave. Didn't the dragon realize that he wore the glasses for a reason? He was essentially blind. It didn't matter how beautiful the woods were. He would never see it if he lost his spectacles.
Ivan saw Alfred's troubled expression and became curious.
"What troubles you my little one?" Ivan asked. He was at least making an effort to please his prize.
"I can't see," Alfred mumbled, hating that he would have to admit something like that to the dragon holding him captive. He glared at the creature almost like it was Ivan's fault he was half-blind, "I have never been able to see more than basic shapes and colors without my spectacles to make everything clear."
"Is that all?" Ivan chuckled. "I shall find your spectacles easily and return them to you. It will not do to have my sunflower stumble about blind." Ivan said offhandedly rubbing Alfred's back his hand moving down to grope at Alfred's ass.
"It's not funny," Alfred growled, glaring up at Ivan angrily. Of course Ivan had no knowledge of what it meant to be weak in such a way. Alfred had to work thrice as hard to just keep up with other warriors, his inability to see making the one of the most important methods in attacking and defending lost to him should someone get a lucky his to his face. The grope on his ass made him jump, then hiss at the pain of jarring his wounds and of shortly on an ass that wouldn't even allow him to walk without pain for at least a day.
Ivan sighed at his little flower's indignation and pressed his fingers into Alfred's opening with a punishing harshness as he glared down at Alfred.
"Do not speak to me that way or I shall simply leave you blind. I do not need to be kind to you my little flower. You would do well to remember that." Ivan scolded with a cold dark look in his eyes.
"ow!" Alfred yelped, tears of pain springing to his eyes as he tried to push Ivan away. He looked down atthe silks and fabrics below them and sniffled, trying not to cry again. He didn't want Ivan to keep hurting him. It was just... He had admitted something about himself and the dragon had laughed at him. Why wouldn't he be upset?
Ivan sighed and removed his fingers rubbing Alfred's abused ass soothingly.
"It is alright my little sunflower I know this life will take some getting used to. If you do not fight so much you can be happy here. I will get you anything you desire so long as you behave yourself." Ivan promised soothingly.
"I just want to be free," Alfred mumbled softly, looking away. He didn't like the idea of being owned. He hated being forced to obey. He was usually just given a job and told what he has to kill.
"You do not need freedom." Ivan told him scowling.
"You don't need a pet," Alfred countered, glaring up at one, "I'm not some dog you can stick a collar on and claim."
Ivan dug his fingers back into Alfred's abused hole glaring down at him.
"I told you do not speak to me in that tone. You are mine whether you like it or not. I can make your life a nightmare here or you can choose to behave yourself and want for nothing. It is your choice." Ivan warned him darkly.
"It's -ah!- not much of one," he grumbled sullenly, looking away. He was smaller and weaker, but he would still fight. He was a stubborn person and it got him into trouble. It was just a matter of finding out how long he could last against Ivan's stubbornness.
"Perhaps I should teach you your place my little sunflower." Ivan told him darkly flipping him and pinning him face-down onto the bed beneath them. Ivan thrust into Alfred roughly with no regard to Alfred's already abused hole.
"N-ah! P-please!" Alfred clawed at the bedding helplessly as he was violated, he screamed and thrashed, but he knew it was useless. The only good thing about this being that he was already stretched. But he was also hurt. The violence Ivan was taking him with was agonizing and Alfred found himself wishing to pass out soon. At least then he wouldn't feel so much.
This was no longer about pleasure for either of them anymore this was simply a display of power and punishment for Alfred. Ivan thrust with brutal strength violating his prize harshly so that he would not dare defy him for a while at the very least. Ivan dug his claws harshly into Alfred's hip and shoulder pressing him harshly into the mattress to stifle his squirming.
Gods help him, Alfred sobbed in helpless terror. He went limp as Ivan continued to move violently, hoping his complacency would make it end faster. He was starting to get lightheaded and he hoped it meant he was just going to pass out. He had lost a lot of blood, and the dragon was making him lose even more. It was hard to keep his eyes open, so he didn't. His body went even more lax, the pain and emotion and blood loss too much from him to handle. Again.
Ivan growled at the satisfaction of feeling his little flower go limp and surrender to him.
"You are MINE. You will always be MINE." Ivan snarled harshly in Alfred's ear licking it and chuckling cruelly. "You will never be free of me." Ivan told him thrusting harder and cumming inside the pliant body with a rumbling growl.
Alfred lay quietly underneath Ivan. His mind had retreated into itself as a kind of defense. It was a good thing he wasn't awake. he probably still would have contested that claim.
Finishing Ivan pulled out of Alfred roughly and got up. Ivan walked away from Alfred just leaving him where he was and walking out of the cave to go wash up at the pond nearby.
Alfred lay for a little longer before stirring. He wasn't awake, just restless. Even in sleep he was not the type to be still. Though his restlessness was aggravating the damage done to him by the huge dragon.
Ivan washes up at his lake lazing around and thinking about his new prize. He would have to be harsher if he was going to break his sweet flower. They could be happy together if he would just stop fighting him so much. Ivan sighed and got out of the lake heading back to his cave. As he got closer to his cave his eyes caught sight of a small glint and he walked over and picked up the object. It was the spectacles his flower had been wearing. Ivan took them inside with him, he would not give them back without his little flower's promise to behave.
Alfred stirred again, moaning softly in pain. He hurt and he was hungry and thirsty. He felt awful and there was no warmth from his brother to soothe him as he slept. He was alone and that, more than anything else, is what woke him. He blinked and ran his hands over the bright fabric. he was still in the same position Ivan had left him in, his ass up in the air with drying and dried cum on his legs. He felt awful. Like one of those women his fellow knights would take to their beds for money. Alfred shuddered, whimpering as the movement rippled through his body and aggravated the cuts inside and out.
Ivan reentered his cave and saw that his flower was awake and rather miserable looking. Ivan sighed and walked over to his little flower.
"I wish I did not have to punish you so. You are much too beautiful for that." Ivan told Alfred gently, petting his beautiful soft blond hair. "If you behave yourself I will return to you your spectacles and I shall get you anything you desire...How does that sound my beautiful treasure? Simply behave and I will go get whatever you like." Ivan enticed.
"I can't h-have it," Alfred whispered softly, burying his face in th fabric. He tried not to cry, but his whole body trembled with the force of his misery. He didn't want to be a trapped bird. He was meant to be free. Ivan was going to kill him by keeping him here. Alfred was possessed by a nature that was wild and untamed and needed to be able to come and go. Being confined... He would fight it until he couldn't fight again.
Ivan felt some strange painful thing grip his heart at the sight of his little flower trembling with misery and moved forward sitting beside him and wrapping his arms around his sweet little one. Such a strong yearning for freedom Ivan had never encountered before but he knew like with any desire with time it could be conditioned out of his little pet.
"Come now my little one. If you do not fight so much I will take you to play outside, I will give you your spectacles and you will be able to see everything. I will bring you only the finest things. It will not be so bad to stay here with me." Ivan promised in a kind sounding voice. "If you behave you will not even notice that you cannot leave me, you will not want to leave me."
"A Dragon will hoarde, An Easterner will equivocate... And a Westerner will roam," Alfred murmured softly, tense in Ivan's arms. he didn't want false comfort. He wanted just one thing. And he could never have it again, "I can not ignore what I am. I will yearn for it. Even as a child I had to be kept tied down sometimes to prevent me from leaving. It's in my blood, if not my features. I will always want to leave."
Ivan scowled holding Alfred tighter to himself a little more possessively.
"Everything can be broken my little one. Even you...I suggest you think carefully about that. I can break your wings little bird...or you can accept the small freedoms I allow you." Ivan told him darkly.
"A bird will kill itself rather than remain caged dragon," Alfred closed his eyes and lowered his head, "It will beat against the metal bars till it kills itself. I won't ask for it. You won't give it to me. I guess there's little else for me to do but wait till my looks fade and you grow tired of me. That or I die."
Ivan gave an amused snort.
"You are mine. You think should I grow tired of you I would let you go? Even if I should tire of you I will keep you still. You are mine and you will never leave me." Ivan told him darkly pulling Alfred into his lap and wrapping both arms around him possessively. "Mine." Ivan growled.
"Yours..." Alfred Echoed sadly, dropping his head down and reaching up to wipe away the salty moisture of silent tears. He was going to die in a cave. He was never going to see his brother again. He was going to be raped by the dragon until it grew tired of him. And he was never going to find his true love.
Ivan smiled with delight, his little flower was understanding now! Such a good boy, such a sweet boy, such a beautiful boy.
"Good boy. My sweet lovely little bird..." Ivan revealed the spectacles he held to Alfred. "Good boys get good things bad boys get bad things remember that my flower."
"Understand..." Alfred took his glasses carefully, unfolding them and sliding them on slowly. His vision was blurry from tears, but they would fade soon enough.
Ivan's cuddled Alfred in his arms nuzzling the back of his head.
"Tell me little one what would you like?" Ivan asked him. "Are you hungry? Thirsty? Bored? Tired?" Ivan asked determined to take care of his treasure.
"Feel gross," Alfred admitted softly, looking down. He would say as little as possible. It was probably going to get him in trouble anyways. Talking that is. He didn't want to be raped so painfully again, "Hurts..."
Ivan cooed at his little flower and swiftly stood with him carrying him bridal style.
"Of course. Let us get you cleaned." Ivan replied carrying Alfred out to the lake so that he could clean him off.
Alfred would have complained about the way he was being carried, but it kept the pressure away from his ass. He just hoped the water was warm. He hated taking cold baths. And he was sure the dragon probably preferred cooler waters.
Soon enough they reached the gorgeous lake. Ivan always loved beautiful things and his lake and forest were truly beautiful not like his pathetic little village. Ivan carried his flower to the slightly cool water and walked in until the water was up to his chest.
Goosebumps erupted across his body at the low temperature and he clung to Ivan, trying to conserve the heat between them. But the good thing was that the cold numbed some of the pain away.
Ivan carefully lowered Alfred's legs so he could stand and gently began to cleanse Alfred's body of blood and cum. He went slowly careful not to hurt his little flower too badly.
Alfred whined at the cold, but stood still while Ivan cleaned him up. He wanted to get clean again. He hated the feeling of grime on his body and he was really sore. He reached up to touch the bandages from where he had been bitten by Ivan in his dragon form and shivered. He could have died when the dragon bit him. But he had been spared. Into a life of pain and fear.