BOUND BY MOON AND FLAME (A Dark fantasy MM Erotica collection)

Book 1: The Dragon’s Claim The doors of the Goldflight aerie slammed shut behind Riven with a sound like a tomb sealing. He barely had time to take in the vast stone chamber. Its high vaulted ceiling and thick furs piled in a nest against the far wall. The wide balcony opened to the cold mountain wind and the distant roar of dragons on the wing, before the prince was on him. Peri’s hand closed around his throat, not quite choking, just pinning him hard against the carved door. His gold eyes burned inches from his face. The dragon prince was already half-shifted. His dark-gold scales gleaming along his neck and collarbones, his fangs slightly lengthened, the heat pouring off his powerful body in waves that made the air shimmer. The thick, heavy outline of his c**k strained against his leather trousers, already half-hard and visibly ridged even through the fabric. “You’re in heat.” He mumbled. Riven’s knees almost buckled. He had felt the first warning cramps on the long journey up the mountain passes. He had swallowed the last of his suppressants with shaking hands and prayed they would hold until the trade negotiations were finished. But they hadn’t. The second the heavy doors locked and the scent of pure-blooded dragon filled his lungs, the last fragile threads of control shattered. Slick gushed between his thighs in a sudden, humiliating rush, soaking through the thin travel trousers until a dark, wet patch spread down the back of his legs. The scent of it flooded the room, sweet, musky, desperate omega heat, thick enough to taste. Peri's nostrils flared wide. A low, vibrating growl rolled out of his chest, deep enough that Riven felt it in his bones and in the base of his c**k. “Fuck.” The prince’s free hand ripped Riven’s tunic open in one violent motion. Buttons scattered across the stone floor like coins. The cool air kissed their bare skin. Peri's mouth dropped to the junction of the neck and shoulder, breathing him in like a starving man scenting a feast. His teeth scraped over the swollen mating gland there—not quite biting, just tasting, and already claiming the territory. A thick tongue dragged over the sensitive flesh, causing Riven’s c**k to jerk hard, leaking a steady bead of precum that darkened the front of his trousers. Another rush of slick slipped down his thighs, warm and glossy, the scent thickening until it was almost a physical presence in the room. Peri's control snapped like a bowstring. He spun Riven around with brutal ease, shoved him face-first against the door, and yanked the ruined trousers down to mid-thigh. Cool mountain air kissed their wet, flushed skin. Riven’s hole clenched visibly, already shiny with slick that dripped in slow strands down the insides of his thighs. Two thick fingers pushed between his cheeks without warning, found the soaked, fluttering entrance, and sank in to the last knuckle with a filthy wet sound. Riven cried out, his forehead pressing hard against the carved wood. Peri worked him open roughly, curling those fingers, scissoring, stretching him for what was coming. He added a third finger almost immediately, the stretch burning in the best way. The wet, obscene sounds of slick and skin filled the chamber—schlick, schlick, schlick—as Peri f****d him open on his hand. Every thrust dragged another broken moan from Riven’s throat. His c**k hung heavy and leaking between his legs, the head flushed dark and dripping steadily onto the stone floor. “Look at you,” He snarled against his ear, his voice rough with the dragon rising. “Human envoy. Soft little hole already gaping for me. So f*****g wet you’re dripping down your own legs. Made for a dragon’s c**k, my knot.” He pulled his fingers free with an obscenely wet pop. Riven heard the rustle of clothing, the heavy thud of a belt hitting stone, and the soft rasp of fabric sliding down his powerful thighs. Just then, the blunt, ridged head of Peri’s c**k pressed against his hole—hotter than human flesh, thicker than anything he had ever taken, already heavy with the first swell of the knot at the base. The head alone stretched him wide as it nudged inside. One brutal thrust buried him to the hilt. Riven’s scream tore out of him, muffled by the door. The stretch burned and split him open—thick, long, ridged in a way no human c**k ever was, the heavy veins and textured scales dragging against his walls. Peri didn’t give him time to adjust. He f****d him in deep, punishing strokes, hips snapping hard enough to rock Riven up onto his toes with every thrust. Every ridge scraped over his prostate. Every impact punched a wet, filthy squelch into the quiet room as slick and precum foamed around the base of Peri's c**k. The scent of s*x, heat and dragon musk thickened until Riven could barely breathe. His hand slid around to fist Riven’s c**k, stroking in time with his hips. His tight, rough and perfect, as his thumb kept smearing the constant leak of precum over the sensitive head. The dual assault was merciless. Pleasure coiled tight and fast at the base of Riven’s spine. He came first with a shattered cry, his c**k pulsing hard in Peri’s grip. Thick ropes of c*m stripped the door and the prince’s fist while his hole clenched and fluttered rhythmically around the invading c**k, trying desperately to milk it. Peri only growled louder and f****d him through it, never slowing, using the spasming heat of Riven’s orgasm to drive himself deeper. The knot began to catch. Riven felt the growing swell lock behind his rim, stretching him wider and wider with every short, grinding thrust until the pressure was overwhelming—too much, not enough, but perfect. His hole burned around the massive base. His free hand braced beside Riven’s head on the door. His teeth finally sank into the mating gland at the side of Riven’s neck—deep, claiming, irreversible. His fangs pierced his flesh. Pain and pleasure detonated together like lightning. Riven’s second orgasm ripped through him just as the knot fully inflated and locked them together with a final, brutal shove. Peri’s c**k pulsed hard, flooding him with thick, hot seed in long, heavy spurts that seemed to go on forever. Riven felt every jet of it—scalding, dense, endless—pumping deep into his belly until he was swollen with it, overfull, and marked from the inside out. Cum and slick leaked around the locked knot in messy white streaks that ran down his thighs. They stayed locked there, panting, Peri’s larger body caging him completely against the door. The knot throbbed deep inside, every pulse forcing more c*m into him. Peri's tongue licked slowly over the bleeding bite mark, sealing it with dragon magic and saliva. The bond settled into place with a low, resonant click that Riven felt in his chest and his occupied hole. Peri’s voice was rough when he finally spoke, his lips still wet with Riven’s blood, breath hot against the claimed gland. “You’re not leaving this aerie until the heat breaks. And even then…” His hips gave a slow, deliberate grind, making the massive knot tug against Riven’s rim, drawing a broken, punched-out whimper from the omega’s throat as more seed was forced deeper. “You’re mine now. Every heat, night and every drop of that sweet slick. This tight little hole is mine.” Riven’s only answer was a shattered, needy sound as the knot pulsed again and another thick wave of c*m filled him. His legs trembled violently. His c**k twitched weakly between his body and the door, already trying to harden again under the relentless pressure of the locked knot grinding against his prostate. Slick and seed dripped steadily down his shaking thighs in long, glossy strands, pooling on the stone between his boots. Peri's arm banded around his waist, holding him upright when his knees threatened to give. The dragon prince nuzzled the fresh, throbbing mark, his voice dropping to a dark, satisfied rumble that vibrated straight through Riven’s body and into the c**k still buried inside him. “First heat with a dragon is always the hardest. I’ll take you through it. Every round. Until you’re so full of my c*m that you forget you ever belonged to anyone else. Until this hole stays open for me even when I’m not inside it.” A distant dragon roared outside. But inside the aerie, the only sounds were their shared breathing, the soft wet pulse of the knot still tying them together, and the slow, filthy drip of slick and seed down Riven’s shaking thighs. The heat had only just begun.