Galbatorix has not just imprisoned Murtagh in a cell dark and dank with mold. No, he kept the dark haired youth in the chamber next to his bedroom for safekeeping. Over time, Galbatorix had been crushing Murtagh's soul and figuring out his true name. Galbatorix took a sip from his wine glass and gestured for the youth to come closer where he sat naked.
"Strip for me." the high king said and placed his glass on the table. With shaky hands, Murtagh started to unbutton his shirt and it dropped to the floor. His rock-hard abs glistened with moisture. Galbatorix's member pulsed at the image. His hand lowered to his shaft and gave a tough tug. Murtagh dropped his pants and drawers and stood naked before the king.
"Good boy, now kneel before me," He said and the young man followed his directions. A submissive boy he had always been. The bearded man smirked. There had always been a certain amount of sexual tension between him and Morzan, but Morzan never partook in his sexual deviancy. What a poor vanilla fool.
While on his knees, Murtagh leaned forward and licked the older man's dick, and grasped his balls. His tongue traveled from the base to the glans with a tickling sensation.
"That's it." Another groan escaped Galbatorix. Then Murtagh inhaled the dong with a flourish to grab onto the king's ass.
Galbatorix gently stood up as Murtagh continued his work on the throbbing sword. Murtagh inserted a finger into Galbatorix's tight bum. He lightly pulsed his finger in and out of the hole to prepare for another item. Murtagh's lips were covered in spit and pre-cum as Galbatorix fucked his pale face.
Galbatorix quickened his pace as Murtagh fingered his bottom with vigor. They had played with different toys before, but he wanted to try something else tonight. His eyes searched the room before resting on a pair of emerald and ruby eggs on the table. They were his most prized possessions, but they could be dead for all he knew. Fuck it.
Galbatorix pulled Murtagh off his dick and picked up the eggs.
"Put these in." He handed the eggs to Murtagh, who looked up at him with wide eyes.
"Will these fit?" The sweet boy asked.
Galbatorix slapped Murtagh, "Don't question me."
"Yes, Master," The dark hair youth said as the king turned around and placed his hands on the sides of the chair he had been sitting in. A chill raced down his spine when he said master.
Suddenly, the king felt a jolt and the widening of his sweet ass cheeks as Murtagh spread them to insert the first egg. The red one was considerably bigger. As the egg ascended his hole, he stroked himself. Each centimeter of insertion took on a new level of pleasure. He had only felt this sensation a few times in his life. First when his dragon hitched and another when he killed the Dragon Riders. Ambrosia spilled from his penis. The first egg was completely in and it felt-
CLINK!
He had heard this sound before. It could not be. There was a puddle of fluid underneath him and it wasn't just his cum. He felt the egg shatter inside his rectum and the squirming of a creature. Red egg fragments fell from his ass.
A red dragon head emerged clawing its way into the world. It screeched and wiggled out, wings and all into Murtagh's arms. Its nostrils flared in dismay and then looked up at the younger man in question.
Murtagh looked down at the hatchling and back up at the king.
"It is our child, Murtagh. You are a man now." Galbatorix stated and kissed his dragon rider lover passionately on the lips. I swore I would never fall in love.