Le rêve d'un idiot est devenu réalité

Neuvillette's body isn’t very carefully lowered onto the tortured sofa, allowing him to lean on the back, and after Wriothesley with a careless kick of heavy shoes, not without effort, sends the table far away so as not to get in the way, and pulls off his vest. Meanwhile, the Judge crosses his legs and folds his hands on his upper knee. Yes, there is almost deathly silence between them, only their clothes rustle. Yes, Wriothesley is standing like a statue, trying to catch up with what he wants to do first. Yes, Neuvillette is waiting for something. But when their eyes meet, Iudex orders the dog to kneel in front of him with one look. He barely flinches at how unquestioningly this is being done. The animal's cruel nature begins to seethe somewhere deep inside, wanting much more than simple submission. Not one Judge. The Emissary barely sits still, swallowing viscous saliva and greedily tracing the partner's legs with his eyes. Oh Archons, how beautiful it is. The tail is tossing from side to side, and the dog himself is almost whining. Iudex doesn’t give him permission to touch the forbidden fruit in any way, and he restrains himself so as not to attack, although he feels that Neuvillette is on edge. His face tries to remain calm and at ease, but sparks and lightning flash in his eyes. — Tell me, Neuvillette, — the Duke decides to voice and still puts his palms on the dragon's shins, — we haven't even kissed yet for the reason...? — I wanted to test your endurance, please excuse me for such a desire, — one little laugh, and Wriothesley cringes with pleasure. — You're just a pervert who likes to mock. He didn’t want to offend Iudex in any way. And before he could respond to such an impudent expression, he presses his lips to his shoes. Neuvillette lights up from such a simple action, and the Emissary realizes that he terribly likes the blush on the cheeks of such a serious creature. It seems that today he will have enough of everything he just wanted. But first of all… — Will you step on me? — Wriothesley asks softly and invitingly spreads his knees, immediately making it clear where to lower his foot. He himself is no worse than a tomato. Neuvillette grins with restraint (or so it only seemed) and shifts his lower leg to pull the toe over himself and step on the penis pressed by his pants with a wide part of his foot, and press even more under the pressure of the upper limb. The dog is practically out of breath, how acutely everything feels and whines softly. He likes. He tries to show it to Iudex with all his looks and meets a predatory gaze. It's like he's being eaten. Light spasms from the heart go in waves all over the body, forcing him to shrink and bare his fangs. The Duke's first thought was that he didn't even mind being eaten by a dragon in a fit of passion. The second thought: what are he thinking about and when did his brain manage to shut down, as if at the snap of his fingers? — So that's I'm a pervert? — Iudex laughs growlingly, squinting slightly. — You have very beautiful legs, I couldn't resist. With a small nod, the dragon calls for drops of water, washing his shoes so that Wriothesley doesn’t choke on dust, and doesn’t stint splashing water on his chest, watching with interest how now the shirt sticks to the body, circling all the muscles. The Duke sees how his lower lip is being bitten, and decides to strain each of the pectoral muscles by playing. It looks very funny, if don't take into account the volume with which Neuvillette is now growling, wanting to tear his clothes to hell. Muscular men like Wriothesley were his type, and he quickly realized that. Therefore, he leans back a little to defiantly undo the buttons with slightly trembling fingers, and then pull the wet cloth to the floor. He likes the way look at him. — You know, I often don't understand what colour your eyes are. — Are you colourblind? — the dragon is interested and moves his foot a little under a stifled sigh from below. — No, I'm just blinded by my love for you. Beautiful words. Neuvillette doesn't say anything, but the Emissary feels something cold wrap around his still-undone tie and pull it sharply to Iudex's face. It's so embarrassing that now he's sitting on these beautiful laps while being kissed. They bite. Sucked in. The Duke picks up the pace, although he doesn't have time to bite back. It hurts, with a taste of blood, and then other impurities of odours begin to appear. One note is pulled by sea water, maybe even closer to the delicious smelling green algae, and the second is spicy, more bitter, but that's why it turned the heads of those attracted by passion. Wriothesley feels both of Neuvillette's hands on his body: as he walks them along the sides, after that one slides onto his back, and the other on the stone press, but in the end, both squeeze his chest, clutching the skin with their claws. He still didn't understand how he missed taking off gloves, but at least he realized what pulled him: tail. O Archons, how not to explode on the spot? — I fucking like your legs, like you like my weight? — breaking the kiss, the Emissary asks and licks his lips to wipe the blood from his lips. He thinks going to have to go to Sigewinne's. — I'm begrudge. You're soft, it's nice to squeeze you. I'm not ashamed to say that you look so appetizing, so I want to bite you all over and then eat you. — You're bloodthirsty. — Do you have something against it? — Not at all. Kiss me again. The thin body shakes slightly. His shirt is shamelessly unbuttoned, but he does not take it off, just sliding their palms under the fabric. The fingers meet resistance when they rise higher, and the Emissary realizes that his partner has scales on his body. He barely overcomes the desire to do the Judge's nudity, but he goes back down to the floor. His hands stroke his hips, and then squeeze quite hard, — there will probably be bruises, — pulling Neuvillette's pelvis to the edge of the sofa, practically spreading it out and not letting his feet touch the floor. But he put it on his shoulders. Neuvillette watches carefully as he is covered with kisses and even licked. And what will happen when everything is removed? He doesn’t prevent Wriothesley from enjoying his limbs and even moves them, exposing himself. And with such strange caresses, he doesn’t even notice how gently and gradually he was stripped of everything except his shirt. Does it matter? No. To the kisses of bare skin, bites were now added, which bloomed with bright colours on pale skin. The Duke has fangs no worse than a dragon, which means that both will be decorated. From the narrowest feet, along fragile ankles, firm calves, sharp knees to the inner sides of the thighs. The legs are spread apart and even left in this position for a while to admire the open view and take a short break. Wriothesley slightly stained his partner's limbs with blood, both his own and his own, since he had bitten quite hard before, causing a deep growl from the dragon. We could even say that Wriothesley is running into trouble. He doesn’t let him come to his senses: the legs are lifted up, giving someone else's fangs access to the buttocks. Normally, the Judge would be worried that he wouldn’t be able to sit down, but now he has exactly zero consciousness with the Duke. It's hard to imagine how long he himself wanted to give himself up to debauchery. They have given themselves up to sins to such an extent that they can no longer be forgiven in the church. And to hell with it. The body penetrates through with a feeling of moisture and pressure on the sphincter, the eyes dig into the visible part of Wriothesley's face. His actions are unexpected and at the same time very pleasant. In a barely audible whisper, he asks for more, and then lifts his head to the ceiling, biting his lip from the penetration of a soft muscle inside. How he tries to use the entire wide surface of the tongue, sometimes interrupting patterns that are on the anus itself, that are around, but even more caressing with their lips. There isn’t a single dry place — the dog pulls away, inspecting his work: everything glitters, turns red after interaction, and the sphincter itself contracts and unclenches. He's being teased. — I lose all control around you, — Wriothesley admits honestly. —You have the same effect on me as the Primordial Sea. Is this all your dragon charms? — I'm sorry that it's not the case. The Judge lowers his legs, but leaves them apart. No wonder, because hot fingers touch the anus. While Neuvillette was growling at the Duke, he quickly pulled off his gloves and bandages so that they would not get in the way, and began to stretch his bitten, bloody ass. To his surprise, Wriothesley feels that the first finger and the second one enter freely. There is a desire to try a third one in order to make sure that the sensations don't deceive him, but instead he looks up at Neuvillette with a mute question. — Why are you looking at me like that? — Iudex squints slyly. — When did you manage to stretch yourself and how? — While you were working on my legs, Wriothesley. Then he shows the water droplets flickering in the light from the ceiling again and manipulates their shape and size. The Emissary watches this with fascination, swallowing and imagining how unnoticeably Neuvillette managed to pull off the tripwire. Now he wonders if the Judge uses it during his... working hours? Or does he not allow himself such pleasure? — I don't want to waste time on this, — Neuvillette adds and shakes his head, sliding off his fingers and sitting down. — I want to spend time on your body. Wriothesley shudders. He's going to get trouble right now. Having already realized that the dragon loves to bite and his fangs are even bigger, he is preparing for a real nightmare. At least morally. Because it is physically difficult to prepare for such torture. The dragon's tail squeezes the Duke's neck, forcing him to get up from the floor. Neuvillette forces the man to back up to his desk and stumble over it, because the table barely reached the middle of his thigh. In the case of a dog, in fact, one can be envious. His huge soft buttocks perfectly absorbed the impact on a hard surface, even if he gurgled something unintelligible. It always seemed to Wriothesley that he wasn’t enthusiastic about asphyxia, but judging by the fact that he did not resist the Judge's deprivation of air at all, this was a misleading opinion. The only thing he was worried about was that he really wouldn't be strangled in an uncontrollable fit. It worked out. The first aggressive bite was left on the chest. The Emissary grins and almost screams, feeling every tooth that a drop of blood bends around and flows down. It hurts outrageously and tears through the whole body, making shiver. Dragons are possessive. Scary. It dawns on Wriothesley that he's just being tagged. The second bite, the third — the dog doesn’t count further, because the counter turns off from the pain. It is slightly blocked by the movement of a long forked tongue on the resulting injuries. The Duke looks down and is amazed at the number of bites and, even more so, the flowing blood. He is shaking as if in an unbearable fever, hardly realizing what Neuvillette is growling for him, but he smiles, pressing the Judge's head to his chest. Wriothesley doesn’t understand if there is still a free place for other people's teeth, but he answers this so quickly that he has no doubt that the partner will find even more. Or it will sink lower to calm the mutilated. — You're so a fanged reptile, — the Emissary whines, tucking a bloodstained strand of hair behind Iudex's pointed ear. Neuvillette goes down to the floor in order to caress. For the first time... the Duke has enough bites. He's slowly moving away. He is also surprised how the excitement didn’t subside, but only intensified. «O Archons, what have I come to» Watching Neuvillette leave bloody kisses on his penis and then erase the marks with his tongue is becoming increasingly impossible. The inner beast was wound up like a mechanical gendarme who had just come down from the assembly line and was ready to serve. Wriothesley grins his fangs harder and squeezes the Judge's forearm with one hand, and presses on the ilium with the other, pulling him to himself and sitting him on his knees. Now everything is correct. The dragon sits on him and rubs both organs, irritating his own crotch against the fly of the pants that have not been removed from the Emissary. This infuriates both Wriothesley and Neuvillette, but none of them stutter about the problem, only growl at each other, as if competing to see who has the scarier and louder growl. Of course, Iudex wins, and the prize is pulling off his partner's clothes with his tail. He had to stand up to have everything pulled down to his knees. Fortunately, nothing further hinders. For some reason, right now the dog gets the idea why he didn't pay attention to the Judge's penis. However, she flies far and for a long time when Neuvillette, stroking Wriothesley's chest, and then his penis, directs him inside to a dull rumble. Wriothesley squeezes him by the belt, holding him, even though he really wanted to lower him, not to give time to put his thoughts in order and bring him to orgasm with wild slotting. Both feel brutalized against the background of insanity because of the no-sex, which they arranged for themselves out of their own stupidity. Even animals don't behave the way they do now. With some thought, the Emissary thanks the former prison governor for bringing such a sturdy desk into the office. Because he's not sure if Neuvillette will stay on his lap. The Duke simply wouldn't let him control what was happening. But he tolerates it. He tolerates it until he feels that he is completely inside. The wings of the nose flutter from an overabundance of odours. Everything was mixed into one, and the ruling note was still blood. She elevates all brutality and bloodlust to the absolute. —Wriothesley... — Neuvillette growl into his lips. — I’m ready to announce your verdict. — I'm listening carefully, Monsieur Judge. — Satisfy me with your dick. — Oh, Monsieur Judge, is this a hint that dragons are insatiable creatures? — The dog grins and runs the tip of his nose over Neuvillette's collarbone until he bites there. — R-r-r… I still haven't had enough of your blood. — Then we'll make a sacrifice next time. But already in your office. — Get in there first and don't scare melusines with your excited look. The call is accepted. Nothing is impossible for the Administrator of the Fortress. He'll climb a bare wall for that. Another thing is that it can end badly. Does he think about it? Of course not. In his head there is only Neuvillette, his fangs not hidden from the possessed gaze and a beautiful ass that squeezes the penis so pleasantly. Strong hands squeeze the buttocks, as if trying to plant more, although there is nowhere else. The Duke can't stand the pressure. Torture. It's all torture. Which he can't give up because he likes them so much. He wants to be kissed again, strangled with tongue, bitten and bled. If anyone had said that Wriothesley would enjoy causing such injuries, he would have twirled his finger at his temple and sent him straight to a psychiatrist, he isn’t a masochist. Not a masochist. But next to the dragon — anyone. From the way the Emissary hovered, Neuvillette decides to sink his teeth into him again, but this time he aimed at the shoulder. And none of them expected Wriothesley to make a sound remotely like a dog barking. Neuvillette's shoulders twitch, he realizes that he wants more. —Bark, — Iudex orders shortly, staring into his partner's tense face. He squeezed his eyes shut, closed jaws, squeezed ass harder. He's... obeying. He barks obediently, interrupting his whining. If someone had entered the office, they would have definitely decided that a dog was being beaten here, although given the fact that some sounds are still audible, even distorted, there is still a feeling of horror. Poor Sigewinne, who is now sitting on the step in front of the heavy doors, because the gendarmes called her, fearing that something terrible was happening at the Duke. At least the creature with the god vision is in control of the situation and can intervene. It's quite another matter how melusine can intervene if the doors are obviously locked. She would obviously think about that later. Now she has just sent the gendarmes away so that they don't warm their ears. Everything is fine with the Emissary. After a couple more bites, Neuvillette ends up on the table, and the dog hovers over him. Fresh drops of blood drip onto the table, onto Iudex body, rolling down the delicate skin and scales, but they don’t pay attention to it. Wriothesley reaches forward, opening one of the drawers, fumbles with his hand until he takes out a small glass phial half filled with a viscous liquid of a pleasant lilac colour. They open it, and both feel the scent of Rainbow Roses. The Judge chuckles softly. — I never thought you liked floral scents. — Me too. But this lubricant turned out to be quite tasty. And did you really want to have sex without it? Blood, saliva and water are wonderful, of course, but I have no purpose to harm you. — What a caring dog. The hair on the back of his neck stirred, and his tail trembled. So that at least someone would dare to call him that! Nevertheless, he feels the organ twitching from the obsessive thoughts running through his head. ...He likes it. «And after all I'm a pervert» His fingers lubricate both the dragon's anal and his own penis, and Wriothesley no longer dares to waste time and tease Iudex. Both want to drown in moans, growls and, of course, feelings for each other. They don't voice it, but they don't need to. Wriothesley has enough of how Neuvillette has flared up next to him and does not adhere to rigor and coldness in any way. This behaviour is better than all compliments. The Duke is wrapped with his legs around the small of his back, and his hands fall on his shoulder blades. He shivers from the claws sliding over his skin and realizes that there will be marks too. When the Emissary came across books with erotic content, and he read how girls in a fit of passion scratched the backs of their partners, he didn’t even imagine how far he would be from such reading material. Well, yes, he's in a relationship with a dragon, it can't do without... more vivid actions. He doesn't regret anything. Let the thoughts about more gentle sex visit, but they will come to that yet. Now it's a breakdown. Neuvillette is shifted and his hips are lifted, entering at a more comfortable angle. Iudex whispers not to hold back and digs his claws harder. The dog tenses and growls, but breaks down. From rough thrusts, Neuvillette seems to be trying to squeeze his partner between his legs, but it rather seems to both. He doesn’t allow him to move from his place, only fuck him into the table, pressing his shoulder blades into the surface with one hand, and holding the other by the hip bend. The way his balls ache makes him whine. It's hard to endure so much, even if the Emissary understands that this isn’t even the finish line. One surprise has been prepared for Neuvillette, which is already important for Wriothesley himself in relation to his partner. In the meantime, reciprocating movements are performed rather thoughtlessly, they revel in kisses and bites, lose their breath, and sometimes suffocate, as if someone will take someone away and never return. In fact, this can be considered true, because their work will turn out to be a thief. Will they really have to live at night and hide in their offices so that no one sees them? It’s a pity that official and public relations can have a bad effect on the reputation of either one or the other. People will also think about various scams, criminal schemes to imprison innocent people and get free labour for the Production Zone. Although even they have the right to a happy life and a beloved creature next to them. Wriothesley stares at Neuvillette's soiled belly, noting what a pretty blue glow his sperm has, as well as its quantity. No, next time, for the insidiously promised sacrifice, he will be definitely bottom. He is interested in trying double penetration, especially with such interesting organs. Gradient, patterned, with alluring spikes along the entire length. Soft, small. If only he had found out about it earlier!.. A couple of particularly hard thrusts, accompanied by a sonorous squelch, and Wriothesley freezes. Neuvillette looks up at his face and then grins fangs, feeling the Duke's penis swell more and more inside. No, he was mistaken. Not entirely. — You didn't say you have a knot, — Iudex moans softly and releases his claws from the dog's shoulder blades to stroke his cheeks and calm him down after the wild animal tempo. He's breathing really hard. — You didn't ask, my dear hydro dragon. We are, in fact, on equal terms. — Why is that? — Who didn't mention the double responsibility, huh? — Wriothesley's hand slid under Neuvillette's penises, lifting them up, and then removing his hand so that they hit their glanses on his stomach and made him flinch. — You didn't ask either, — he jokes and closes his eyes. Without thinking twice, Wriothesley passes his hands under Neuvillette's body: one under his shoulder blades, the other under his buttocks, and puts it on himself to go to the sofa with such a valuable load and sit on it, enjoying how gently the knot is squeezed and how he massages Neuvillette's spread legs with his fingers. Crushes his hips, calves. He gently touches his lips with her tongue, luring him into perhaps the most tender kiss of all this time spent. — Stay with me for today, — Wriothesley whispers faintly on his lips, but looks only into his eyes. Who knows, maybe he's training a puppy dog look on Iudex? — You know I can't, — Neuvillette sighs and hugs him around the neck. — But before twelve o'clock... I'm yours. — So we're going to sit at Sigewinne's until twelve. The Emissary laughs and finally feels all the pain from the bites. The adrenaline is gradually disappearing, and new sensations are coming on the scene. No, Wriothesley would never forbid Neuvillette to bite. Just like that one — to arrange a knotting. But he starts to worry about his ass in advance. He had no idea what devils were found in the quiet lake of Neuvillette. — It was a great morning. So when should I pay a visit to the Chief Justice?