From fear to love

As the days passed, Radan couldn't get used to the fact that he was still not among humans, in his warm bed, luxurious quarters, and not being reprimanded by his father, but no, he was among non-humans, they treated him like some kind of gemstone that was allowed to do anything, Caleb himself was half dragon, half human, his reddish tail sticking out from under the hem of his robes, his sharp black claws always groomed, and on his head were a pair of small horns, like two specially inserted branches in his head, as if the prince himself had sought them out every morning, but they were real, but in the meantime Radan was frightened at the mere sight of him, he frightened him, his mere appearance frightened him, and what he did when the two of them stayed on Eden made Radan even more frightened, but there was nothing to be done. Radan would have almost resigned himself to his fate, but he remembered a tale his late mother had told him.

Many centuries ago, fairy creatures and humans lived in harmony until the fairy creatures started a fight, many people died then, if not for their father, neither Radan would have been born nor Radan would have been born, no one from the kingdom would have been free, They would have been slaves under the evil whip of fabulous, unusual creatures, but their father saved them all and was nobly seated on the throne, and the creatures were imprisoned in another world, where there is eternal darkness, dampness, dirt, mold and cold, where they slowly die.

Radan sat up on the bed, he was surrounded by the same huge room, black and pink marble in a beautiful combination and it seemed to be some unknown language to Radan, but yes, it was, it was just that Radan had a mark they had put on him while he slept, he could hear it, but not read it, the floor was covered with a white sheep's wool rug, it was well maintained and soft and smelled nice. A huge pantram window, and at the window itself a hollow floor, and in the hollow itself a huge bed, something like a nest, it was a nest, but it was a bed, and the dragon here was your highness, the prince, Caleb, the redhead lay on his side. Heels clacking, doors creaking open, Caleb entered the room. He was dressed like a very personable king and headed for the closet, behind a screen he changed his clothes and then came to Radan. He sat down and turned the redhead on his back, stroked his thighs and kissed his neck. - Caleb smiled softly, dipping his fingers into the viscous, wet and cold liquid. As soon as he does so he is kicked away, the redhead jumps up and then runs towards the doors, as soon as he reaches them a clawed hand grabs his arm in a flash. - If you don't want to do it right, you'll do it wrong," Caleb said angrily, and then dragged the redhead to the bed, throwing him on it. At the snap of his fingers on Radan's hands shackles appear, underwear from the sharp man also fly off, the passport sobs, he presses his hands to his chest and turns away when a pair of greased fingers penetrate him, they gently circle the ring of the guy's muscles, and then after penetration, began to move, massaging the tender walls of the anal, he smiled at the blushing face, He was amused and amused at the same time, he didn't understand why, but it was always like that, it had only been a week and he had already read him like a book without much difficulty, the Prince of Vindalia started kissing his neck, his T-shirt disappeared from Radan, Caleb started leaving bites with hickeys on his body, he liked what his man tasted like. After playing with his body a little he adds a third finger and continues stretching, he spreads his fingers apart kneading the tender walls inside, horny kisses the guy's body kneading the redhead's ass. - Radan - the asset calls out to him. - What? - Look at me - he said, after the named one did as he was told he was pulled into a tender kiss, two tongues danced gently inside, meanwhile fingers came out of the prince of men and he took out his machine, put his head in, thrust, he was half in the body, rough, hungry thrusts began, two hands pressed into Caleb's belly while he actively moved inside him, After a few more thrusts, he poured into him, and then came out, returned with the same magic on him and underwear and pajamas, and then lay down next to him, hugging him to sleep, reluctantly, but Radan pressed himself against him, because he was glad that at least he had not been killed and that everything was not as he had been told, is everything he had been told a lie? Well, he'll find out tomorrow morning.