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The Dragon's Slave -

Chapter 10

Peridot goes Home

Dean and Leumas returned to the balcony, leaving the court behind. Dean was really hoping for a clean get away but instead heard his father's voice shouting "Dean, wait."

Turning he looked John in the eye. "What do you need, father? I must get the Dragon out of here before he breaks something, or someone."

"Leave your pet, Dean." His father ordered. Dean heard Leumas snort and the Dragon's voice rang in his head. "Go with your father, Dean. I will return to the front gate as Samuel. Please arrange entry."

Leumas stepped up on the balustrade, spread his wings and dropped into the air. Dean watched him go with an uneasy feeling. Events were moving out of his control and a sense of being trapped made him restless. He wanted to fall off the balcony himself and let Leumas catch him in mid-air.

As soon as the thought occurred he heard Leumas respond. "No, go with your father. Do as I tell you and get the way open for Samuel to appear."

Caught between two sets of orders Dean wavered. One man was treating him like a wilful child and the Dragon was treating him like the beloved slave. He wanted to be treated as a man, a man who could make his own decisions.

Repressing his annoyance, Dean turned to John and Eleanor. "What is it you want?' he barked.

He father drew back in surprise. "You need to moderate your tone with me, young man. You are not only my son, I am your Marquis and you owe me respect." John reached for Dean's arm.

"Come with us, we have been ordered to the King's private apartments. He wishes to speak to us as a family." John's hand fell against Dean's bracelet and Dean's chain was tugged. He saw the thought flit over John's face and he nipped it in the proverbial bud. "No, I will not take them off", he snapped, forestalling John's next remark.

Dean's spirits dropped all the way to his feet. He had a very bad feeling about such a meeting. He could bet he knew exactly who would be in the room. "I will not go with you until I have Samuel with me."

John's face expressed surprise. "Your lover is here?" He looked around the audience room. "I don't see him and he would certainly be easy to spot. Where is he?"

"He will be arriving at the front entrance shortly. I want him admitted immediately and brought to me. Once he is with me I won't embarrass you by having to be dragged kicking and screaming to this Royal interview." Dean crossed his arms, spread his feet and glared at his father. If he was going to be treated as a child he would take advantage and act like one.

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Samuel stood beside his lover. They were the most exotic creatures in the room; Dean, a dark shadow against the gold and glitter of the King's furnishings and Samuel, a tall blue reed, like a heron standing in the morning mists. Everyone was watching them and everyone also seemed to know they had been summoned to a private audience.

A few of the bolder courtiers approached and tried to make conversation. It was awkward and stilted, consisting of an exchange of names and long silences. The world that Samuel and Dean lived in was so far removed from the perfumed corridors of the King's place it was like they were from a difference planet.

There was no common ground where light remarks could take root and grow and Dean's short tempered attitude was of no help. Of the two Samuel only made an effort to not insult the king's courtiers outright. To Dean that was funny since Samuel was from another planet and he fit into the noble's world better than Dean ever would.

Now that their party was complete Dean, Samuel and Dean's parents were waved into the King's private apartments. As Dean expected, the princesses were in attendance. Along with several serious looking courtiers and the Marquis' family there were about 15 people in the room.

John sat next to the King and Dean watched as they nodded their heads together. He was pretty sure they were either talking about him or about Samuel and Dean wanted to just leave. One of the king's men came over and engaged Samuel in discussion about the Cloud Castle. They had all been told that Samuel also lived with the Dragon and so little was known about the Kingdom's almost mythical neighbors any information that could be pried out of the two young men would be of interest. Samuel ducked and dodged such obvious fishing expeditions.

Dean was finally hailed by the King. "Dean, please approach." He did as he was told, leaving Samuel in the clutches of the King's men. The King nodded and one of the Princesses stood up. "Dean, this is my daughter, Annaretta. She has offered to give you a tour of the castle."

Dean felt like the blood had frozen in his veins. It was the Princess he had always thought of as 'horse face'. She was tall, gawky and at least ten years older than he was. He glared at his father who glared right back at him and made a pushing motion with his hands, as if to say 'get on with it'.

Dean was pretty sure this was the one that had pinched his ass and now he was being offered up on a platter. He cast a despairing glance at Samuel who looked back, smiled and made the same kind of pushing motion that John did.

Dean was going to make Samuel pay for that later. He was off on a uncomfortable walk with a woman that he in no way found attractive. They were also followed by several of Annaretta's attendants. Dean was happy they were there. If he had been alone with the woman he thought she might back him into a wall and continue her assault. She looked at him like he was lunch. Her hands fluttered as she droned on about the pictures and bric-a-brac they passed and those hands landed, too often, on his arms or shoulders and once, memorably, on his ass again. He was starting to flinch every time she waved her arms.

Finally the torture was over and they came back to where they had started. The group was breaking up and Dean went directly to Samuel. He could feel the Princess' eyes on him as he allowed Samuel to put an arm over his shoulders and pull him into a hug. Dean backed into his lover, an obviously practiced move and all of the people in the room took note.

Dean's father came over. "Stop it." he whispered. Dean looked back "You stop it. You are trying to sell my body to these people and I won't put up with it, you pimp."

John's head snapped back as if he had been struck. "I think you should apologize, not only to me but to the Royal family for this display of your lover and his inclusion in the group."

"To hell with you," Dean hissed. "Find some other side of beef to sell these people. Leave me out of your plans." Dean turned to Samuel. "Can we leave?"

Samuel nodded at John. "Sir, I will speak to your son about the situation and we will see you again in Clure." Samuel took Dean's bicep in his large paw and pulled them both out of the room, leaving a stunned John behind.

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They walked out the front entrance together and strolled down the front drive. Dean was furious at his lover.

"What was that?" he growled. "You want to join with my father in getting me to bed that woman? I've said before, I don't want to be treated like breeding stock."

Samuel laid a hand on Dean's arm. "What you want and what is required of you for the sake of peace in your world may be two different things. I have agreed to breed 30 females for the sake of my world, why are you so resistant to one?"

"I don't want her. I want you. Is that so hard to understand?" Dean ranted on. "You are my lover. Doesn't the thought of my rolling around in some woman's bed make you angry?

Sam looked at him "Did you get angry watching me and Peridot yesterday evening?"

"That's different. You don't have to pretend to care for her."

"Just as no one expects you to care for the princess," Sam answered. "Try for a moment to still your emotional outbursts. Look at the situation. The King wants to secure his succession and continue his line. He has decided that you, with your obvious distain for the Court, won't try to kill him before his time. You bring with you control of the country's main sea port and an alliance with the Cloud Castle Dragon. You are a perfect choice to sire his grandchildren."

"God," Dean burst out. "I hate politics, and I especially hate breeding for political advantage."

Once they were out of sight of the castle they stepped off the road to find of bit of privacy. Samuel transformed into Leumas and Dean climbed aboard. They took off, back to the mountains.

Leumas entered through their window and skittered over the tile floor. Dean tumbled off his back, laughing. The ride was always exhilarating and put his troubles into perspective when they were flying over the mountains.

Leumas transformed again into Samuel and the Dragon persona lifted Dean into a satisfying kiss. Dean tried for more, since there was a bed right there and the flight had filled him with excitement but Samuel patted his cheek and stepped to the door. Dragging Dean by the hand Samuel went out into the corridor and asked a guard to get Delia to bring Peridot to the main dining room.

Once they were all comfortably settled in front of the fireplace and dinner was served, Samuel got down to business. "Tomorrow Peridot and I will make another mating run," he stated baldly. Dean glanced at Peridot and was pleased, for some reason, to see she was blushing.

Maybe this breeding was not so emotionless as Samuel thought. Dean scanned the pretty young woman over the edge of his wine glass. She was taking this situation emotionally, even if Samuel didn't think so.

"After that we will leave for Elmdorn and I would like you to come with us, Dean." Samuel said, putting down his wine glass.

Why would you need me, Samuel?" Dean asked. "You seem to be doing quite well on your own."

"It is a simple matter," Samuel answered. "I don't need you to come with us; I want you to come with us, something completely different."

"Fine," Dean responded. "Whatever you want, Samuel. You just need to say, I'll do whatever you like."

Samuel leaned forward and ran a finger down the side of Dean's face, then outlined his lips and leaned forward for a kiss. Dean was mortified with this public display in front of Peridot but he was sure that Samuel had his reasons. He was coming to learn that Samuel always had a reason.

He leaned back in his chair with his glass of wine, put his feet up on the ottoman and stared into the fire. After a while the comfort, the heavy meal and the heat of the room almost had Dean dosing off. Some shuffling noises roused him and he saw Delia enter. Peridot rose and curtseyed to Samuel and left with the Mistress of Slaves. Samuel put out a hand and took away Dean's glass then pulled him into his arms and led him away to their bedroom.

Once again in their room, Samuel started stripping off Deans clothing. "Samuel," Dean started to say but stopped when Samuel placed a finger on his lips.

"Listen, my love," the taller man said, "from now on you may call me simply 'Sam', not Samuel. You are the only one allowed to call me that." He leaned in to claim Dean's lips and continued to strip him naked. Sam's hands went everywhere; before. behind and between, as the old song said and his intimate touches sent shivers throughout Dean's body.

Sam then stripped himself and sat on their bed. Pulling his lover forward Sam soon had Dean sitting on his lap with their chests together and Dean's legs spread. In this position their erections rubbed together and they started kissing passionately, Dean writhing in pleasure on Sam's lap. Dean felt like Sam's arms were going to crush him, making it hard to breathe. Between the constriction, the kissing and the incredible sensations tingling in his crotch Dean was ready to lose his mind.

Then Sam stopped and leaned back on the bed, propping himself up on his elbows. He smiled at Dean's somewhat shocked expression. "The oil is on the little table, Dean." Samuel purred deep in his throat. "I want you to ride me. Ride until you make us both come and I am just going to lie here and watch you drive yourself and me to the brink."

Dean got with the program immediately and reaching for the oil, slicked himself up, rose to his knees and slowly impaled himself on his lover's dick. He rocked, feeling every inch and each time he rocked back down Sam's dick went impossibly deeper. Soon enough Dean was chasing his climax, jerking himself off on top of his lover while Sam smiled and enjoyed the ride.

When Dean broke rhythm and his stokes stuttered, Sam knew the time was close, He reached out and grabbed Dean's hips and rammed his lover down harder, driving in deeper and shot his load inside Dean's ass. Dean felt both his own climax and Sam's and he couldn't separate the two. His body went into spasm and shook. He had no control and he saw only flashing lights behind his eyelids. When the sensations slowed down he fell forward on Sam's body landing in his own cum.

Sam petted his hair and rubbed his back. "There, wasn't that fun? You really know how to ride your Dragon."

Sam reached for a towel that was flung over the foot of the bed and the lovers rolled together onto the bed and slept.

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Dean woke the next morning very aware of his ass. It felt broken and he remembered last night's wild ride. He reached out and patted the bed but there was no Sam to be found. He sat up slowly and carefully and saw that their window was wide open and the sun was above the mountains.

He heard Dragon cry from far away and dragged himself over to the window. Leumas and Peridot were mating in the sun, just beginning their fall. The Dragons were breathtaking in their dive. They spun together, flashing green then blue. Dean watched entranced.

Then he thought to himself, "Well Sam didn't do any work last night. It looks like he has plenty left for pretty Peridot. " Dean mentally slapped the jealous out of himself. He knew Sam loved him and Leumas appreciated his value.

After the mating flight the Dragons entered through the dining room window and Dean got dressed and went down to eat breakfast. Sam rose when he entered the room and enfolded Dean in his arms and kissed him.

Dean suddenly realized why the unusual displays of affection. Samuel was proving something to Peridot. Dean was his lover, not her. Their mating was business only, not love. Dean was proved right; Samuel always had a reason for his actions.

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In the afternoon, Leumas took Peridot and Dean to Elmdorn. Peridot stayed human as the Dragon had thought about the previous flight and decided it might not be a good idea to subject Peridot to the stress of a flight between worlds again. They landed smoothly on top of the tower where the Princesses were assembled and descended into a very large audience chamber that was full of Dragons. The Dragons were of every color but the Red Warriors and the Green Princesses dominated. He saw a few other colors and thought he would have to ask Samuel what they indicated.

Dean stayed close to Leumas to avoid being stepped on. He felt like a very tiny mouse in a house full of cats. Any one of the Dragons could crush him. He was kept pretty lively just getting out of the way of swinging tails. Finally Leumas took pity and allowed Dean up on his back.

Leumas moved to the Dragon throne at the top of the chamber. For some reason Dean simply had not absorbed the fact that Leumas was the King of this world. He felt like an idiot for not figuring this fact into his relationship with the Dragon and vowed to show more respect to his lover.

Leumas addressed the crowd and selected two more Princesses to take to Earth. He called them Emerald and Jade. Now that he had figured out that it was best to transport them as human instead of carrying them as Dragons as he had with Peridot, he felt he could double up on them. After all, thirty was a big number to work though. Dean snorted in the Dragon's ear. "Good thinking. If you don't speed it up by the time you get to the last lady you'll have to start all over again." Leumas flicked at Dean with a wing tip, like an annoying fly.