The Dragon Lord's Aide Wants to Quit [BL]-Chapter 353: The Hill He Died On (M)

Save for the sounds of heavy breathing and Riley’s own thudding heart, Kael’s room at his personal estate was uncharacteristically quiet.

So he really should’ve heard and prepared better when the golden dragon said, "Riley, look at me."

"...Look at us."

Yes. Ideally, he should’ve also known better, given the new knowledge he had painstakingly acquired. But in his case, who could really blame him for fumbling when knowing was only a quarter of the battle? 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Uh-huh. Not even half.

They had zero problems with acting on it. In fact, that was the part they got down pat.

Kael’s large, strong hands settled firmly on his beloved’s groin, the heat of his palms pinning Riley to the sheets as the broad, blunt head of Kael’s hardness began to poke and prod at Riley’s entrance. There were absolutely no problems in that department.

As for the other quarters, well...

The other one would be the delivery, and how Kael’s low voice melted his insides, making him incapable of coherent thought as he followed the directive to look.

Too fevered and yearning, he would’ve jumped if the golden lizard told him to. Thankfully, he only demanded his undivided attention.

However, from his position, it was impossible to see more than Kael, but he didn’t have to look further than his mate’s face to guess what was happening to them. Because not only could he feel it, but he could most definitely tell from his golden dragon’s expression, particularly the way those golden eyes reflected Riley in all his glory.

And yet, despite all that, the black dragon was still caught off guard.

Because, unfortunately, the last quarter would have to be the belated realization that Kael wasn’t kidding when he once mentioned how stupidly strong he was.

Who would’ve thought that the golden dragon’s size would be the least of his concerns?

For when Kael pushed in, and Riley’s eyes widened, the last Iltheran heir most definitely felt a different kind of fullness.

Oh, and a different kind of cracking.

"Hnghh—!"

The black-haired dragon lay flat on the bed, his legs spread wide as Kael knelt between them, his hands keeping Riley’s hips steady.

As Kael’s shaft began to slowly breach him, Riley felt a stretch that defied everything he knew.

The friction was raw, slick, yet heavy, the thick, hot length of Kael’s cock coaxing Riley’s walls to give way inch by agonizing inch.

His enhanced senses, usually attuned to the world outside, narrowed down to this single point of contact in the heavily warded room. Instead of the hum of insects or the rustle of wind, all he could hear was the wet, squelching friction of their bodies, his own high-pitched, needy moans, and the sound of Kael clenching his jaw so hard it looked like it might break.

Well, it couldn’t be helped because the dragon lord was clearly fighting every instinct to just thrust in and take everything that was being offered to him.

It also didn’t help that Riley kept calling out to him, and Kael was simply the type who couldn’t possibly ignore that.

But he couldn’t do that to his mate. So the golden husband pushed on, and would continue to push on slowly, even if it could kill him.

That was his hill to die on.

But just when that impossible fullness reached its peak, Riley, who was already on the verge of being delirious, felt something inside him crack.

"!"

"!!!"

It wasn’t exactly physical pain, but a sensation so profound his entire body pulsed as if his soul had left for a split second. It was the internal sound of the final block shattering, the wall between their spirits crumbling, allowing their mana, feelings, and sensations to bleed into one another.

And bleed it did.

The pleasure was so intense that it felt violent. A gush of sensation that threatened to tear Riley’s mind straight from his body washed over him, and all he could do was tremble and cling.

As a human, he would’ve probably felt fullness, a mix of heady pain and pleasure as something so big entered his body for the very first time. But as a dragon in this form, it felt like wrapping around molten heat that was desperately trying to brand itself on him.

By the time Kael managed to seat his cock fully into Riley, burying himself to the hilt, the world didn’t just stop—it shattered.

Riley’s back snapped off the bed in a rigid arch, his heels digging hard into the mattress as his body reacted on instinct. His internal walls tightened around the overwhelming intrusion, clamping down in a desperate, almost greedy grip that made it impossible for either of them to pretend this was still under control.

That last push just about did it.

Something inside Riley gave way. It was like a barrier cracking open under pressure, followed by a sudden rush of raw power that flooded through him before he could even make sense of it.

If earlier it had just been sensations of all sorts, this time the black dragon was certain it was mana.

Because it wasn’t just a physical appendage inside him anymore.

It was Kael himself.

His mana surged forward like a dam finally breaking, pouring straight into Riley’s core with a force that stole the breath from his lungs.

The connection between them turned electric.

White-hot sparks flashed behind Riley’s eyelids as sensation overwhelmed him. Through that bond, he could feel Kael’s staggering need, the sheer agony of his restraint, and the explosive relief as that restraint finally snapped.

Kael had been fighting tooth and nail, his muscles corded and trembling with the effort of not finishing the second he’d touched his mate’s entrance. But as the bond fused them together, Riley’s mana—sweet, dark, and intoxicating—seeped into Kael’s veins, undoing him completely.

Kael let out a low, guttural roar that was more beast than man, his body surging forward as he couldn’t help but pour himself into Riley.

They came together in a synchronized explosion of sensation, their shared mana spiraling between them in a feedback loop that turned a physical orgasm into something transcendent.

In that moment of absolute union, Kael both won and lost the fight, surrendering everything he was to the black dragon beneath him.

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A heavy, weighted silence fell over the room, or it would’ve, if not for the frantic, wet sound of their shared panting and the frantic thud of two hearts trying to find a common rhythm.

Kael remained buried deep, his forehead resting against Riley’s shoulder as the tremors finally began to subside. After a moment, the golden dragon lifted a hand, dragging it over his face with a slow, weary motion.

It was a rare look of pure, unadulterated disbelief.

The great Kael Dravaryn, the dragon lord with legendary stamina and the self-control of a celibate saint, had actually folded upon the very first breach. He hadn’t even started moving properly yet, and he already came apart.

A soft, bubbly sound broke through the haze of the dragon lord’s ego-bruised silence. Beneath him, his twig had apparently begun to giggle.

See, now that the bond was wide open, said twig didn’t even have to guess. He could feel Kael’s simmering annoyance and the sharp, hot sting of embarrassment radiating through the connection.

It was so out of character for the normally composed man that Riley couldn’t help it; he laughed heartily, his chest heaving against Kael’s.

How could he be so cute?

Riley thought as he continued to laugh at their situation.

But as the laughter peaked, it transformed. The sheer overwhelming joy of the connection—the warmth of Kael’s emotions and the reality of their union—hit him all at once.

The giggles turned into ugly, happy tears that tracked down his flushed cheeks while rubbing at his eyes.

"!!!"

To be honest, Riley didn’t expect to be that affected, but after looking back at what it took to even get to that moment, he just couldn’t help but cry.

This was what everyone meant when they spoke of sharing.

Kael’s annoyance at himself softened instantly. He leaned closer, his expression tender as he began to kiss away the tears, his lips lingering on Riley’s salt-stained skin.

In that moment, it didn’t matter if it happened in 30 seconds or a minute; what mattered was how his mate felt about it.

But the golden dragon was caught off guard when Riley suddenly whispered a soft, "Hi."

Kael paused, blinking as he pulled back just an inch to meet those bright eyes. "Hello," he responded, his voice a low, gravelly rumble.

They just stayed there for a beat, staring at each other while the world outside their warded room ceased to exist. Riley felt a tingly, electric sensation wash over him just from that simple exchange. His face burned a deeper shade of red as he gathered his courage to test something.

With the kind of bond they now had, he was certain of the answer. But even so, he wanted to say it with his own mouth.

"I love you," Riley said, the words clear and steady despite his racing heart.

The golden dragon actually blinked at him for a moment before those golden eyes trembled—his amusement warring with a deep, visible devotion. He smiled, looking every bit the dragon who’d finally secured his hoard. "I love you too."

The response echoed in Riley’s soul, a resonant hum that made him feel more elated than he’d ever been in his life. He felt bold, powerful, and perhaps a bit mischievous. He cleared his throat, his eyes dancing with light.

"Round two?" he asked.

Kael let out a pained groan, burying his face back into Riley’s shoulder in fresh embarrassment at the reminder of his quick finish.

But before Kael could protest his lack of dignity, his shaft stiffened with a sudden, shocking jolt of sensation. Kael lifted his head in surprise, his brows snapping together as he looked down at his mate.

Riley was watching him with an innocently deceiving smile, while his delicate fingers reached up to firmly pinch his own nipple.

"!!!"

It didn’t matter what that sensation was and where he initially felt it, but it most definitely routed straight for Kael’s cock while his fated one looked at him with those jewels for eyes.

Clearly, this was never a battle he was set to win.

"....Any complaints about pinching this time around?" Riley teased, his voice rising an octave.

Kael’s eyes slitted, his pupils thinning into predatory vertical lines as he looked at his beautiful, defiant mate. The embarrassment was gone, replaced by a renewed, hungry heat.

"None," Kael said, his voice dropping into a dangerous, dark promise.

Because he really had none. It was exactly the kind of pinching he could get behind.