Page 7 of You Will Obey

“I didn’t tell you to stop sucking my cock.”

He immediately took me back inside his hot, wet mouth and I let my head fall back, eyes closed so I could fully enjoy the pleasure. I pulled him off before I got too close, though. I didn’t want to shoot down his throat. I wanted my cum in his ass. He looked up at me, his plump lips swollen from sucking. Yeah, he was quite the beauty.

“Sit on my cock, boy,” I commanded.

His smile was wide as he rose to his feet and shimmied out of his own sweats. His cock bounced up hard and glistened with precum… lots of precum. I was unaware of how much precum baby dragons produced. If one didn’t know any better, you’d think they’d already orgasmed. I was learning a lot now that I was a knight dealing with my own baby dragon. His precum dribbled onto my leg as he straddled my lap.

“Use your precum to slick my cock up,” I said.

“Yes, Sir,” Deijon replied and followed my order. He scooped up his cum and smeared it all over my dick, licking his own lips in anticipation as he did so.

It felt good too, not just his hand on my cock, but the sensation his precum gave me would only enhance our sex. He aimed my cock at his hole and slid down on my dick with ease. His body took me inside of him until I was in there nice and snug, as I once heard Ty say. I growled as his heat and tightness enveloped me, then I moaned when he started rocking and bobbing on my dick. He gripped my shoulders for balance as he rode me. I used one hand to hold myself upright and the other to grip his juicy asscheek. There was no way one could stay silent while fucking a dragon, or for a dragon to stay silent while fucking a knight. The training room was filled with the sounds of our pleasure echoing off the walls.

Fuck, he was working me over! I bit my bottom lip and grunted, then leaned forward, licking the sweat from his exposed neck. “I’m going to fill that sweet little cunt of yours up, boy.”

“Please, sir… do it… I want your knighthood cream all inside of me,” Deijon flirted back.

I laughed, because it was the first time I’d ever heard anyone refer to my spunk that way. He swirled his hips over my cock and the ecstasy that shot through me cut off any humor on my end. Deijon was out for vengeance with this fuck. He wanted to beat me at something, he wanted to make me cum before he did, I noticed. I allowed my fangs to extend, and then I plunged them into Deijon’s neck.

“Ahhhh!” he cried out and arched, his grip on my shoulders tightened like a vise as he quaked in a mixture of pain and pleasure from my bite. “Jesus fucking Christ!”

I allowed my venom to flow into him as I sucked blood from his willing vein. I smiled when I felt him cry out again as his hot baby batter squirted all over our chests and stomachs. I growled as my balls tightened and I pumped up into him since his body had stopped moving. I rolled him over, taking control, and drilled my cock into his tight hole until my own orgasm hit me. I released my bite and roared in passion as I came hard enough to see flecks of light flash before my eyes. My body tensed and I quaked and shivered until the last drop of my spunk shot from my cock into Deijon.

I pulled out and rolled over, panting hard as I let the cool air of the room calm me down. My eyes were closed as I just floated in the bliss of having blown one hell of a load. My belly was full and my balls were empty, my favorite situation to be in. I looked over at Deijon and he was fast asleep. I snorted and rose to my feet. I should leave him there, but decided to be nice. I reached down, scooping him up, and carried him to our bedroom. The one I now shared with Noel, Derek, Jace, and Romeo. It’d been two months since I’d had to say goodbye to my eldest sons, Marco, Bruce, and Donovan. Bittersweet parting, though it was, I was still happy to see them off on their own.

They were flourishing in their own Houses. Marco had sired some little twink who had the balls to come up to him in a bar and zip up his pants for him… with his teeth. That level of boldness was exactly what Marco needed in a child. I’d met the boy only once, and I approved of Jayden. He enjoyed being a vampire and being fucked by both Marco and Marcus. Bruce had sired a son named Jermaine, who was also with Ara. He did so to meet obligations our king had decreed. However, I knew he wanted another child for his own home. He hadn’t chosen anyone yet because he was leaving his second child choice up to Ryan. My guess was, Ryan was being very picky and probably jealous of anyone that even came close to someone Bruce wanted. I didn’t interfere. Unlike Donovan, where I had to intervene, I knew Bruce would pick a child soon whether Ryan was happy about it or not.

As far as Donovan was concerned, he was measuring up to my expectations. His approach to training his own son, I was curious about. He and Noel talked quite often and all I knew was that Donovan had finally gotten his child to heel. I decided to keep my plan to visit him to check in. I took a shower, got dressed in a pair of black leather pants and black V-neck T-shirt, and black boots. I’d let my beard grow in, as my sons really enjoyed seeing me with it, so I’d had it for about two weeks at this point. I groomed it, then brushed my hair back, putting it in a ponytail.

I left the house, taking my car because I didn’t feel like flying, though it was quicker. I made it to Donovan's ranch in less than two hours' time. I got out of my car and entered his home, as I had keys to all of my children’s residences. This time, his home didn’t look like a sad piece of shit. He had furnishings in every room, artwork on the walls, a lot of portraits of naked men, and a huge painting of Dante and Virgil in Hell in the hallway leading toward his bedroom. I actually had to stop and admire the superb artistry of the painting. And I loved the image itself, it always reminded me of vampires.

I continued on toward Donovan’s master bedroom where I could already hear the sounds of my son having sex and sense the act as well as smell it. I entered without knocking to see my son sucking his son, Killian’s, cock. Like the pro he was, Donovan didn’t stop what he was doing just because I’d come into his room. I could tell he was enjoying himself too much and by the way Killian was thrashing on the bed, gripping at the sheets, he was in pure rapture. The scent of blood was also in the air and I knew Donovan had bitten his son’s cock and was sucking blood as he was preparing to suck cum. I took a seat in the chair by the window, crossed one leg over the other, and watched the show.

“Holy mother of god!” Killian belted out and arched off the bed.

Donovan tightened his grip on Killian’s thigh and hip, anchoring him in place as he sucked down every jet of cum his child gave him. Donovan’s dick was hard too, leaking drops of precum onto the sheets below.

“Stop, fuck… stop!” Killian cried out and Donovan pulled away, chuckling as he did.

“Sensitive?” he taunted.

“You know… I am,” Killian said through pants.

Donovan laughed and jiggled Killian’s softening cock, making the man squirm to get away from him.

“Ah, ah, ah, where the fuck do you think you’re going?” Donovan asked, and I noticed that his Irish accent was a bit thicker than usual. Was it because Killian’s accent was rubbing off on him? Interesting.

“I need a minute, eh,” Killian said.

Donovan slapped his asscheek. “Stay fucking put.”

Killian frowned, but obeyed. Donovan turned to face me now, his cock still rock hard and jutting up from his dark pubes. I looked at each piercing I’d given him a few centuries ago and they just made his dick look even more beautiful. I was sure his son enjoyed every ring.

“Father, what brings you by?” Donovan asked me.

I smirked. “Just wanted to see how you and your child were adjusting.”

“Splendidly, Sire,” Donovan said.

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