Embers - Chapter Ten (nsfw) (Patreon)

 A c.1600 word smutty interlude with Mikaeïl before the story continues properly next week! Got to get to that murder mystery dinner after all! I did include one or two little breadcrumbs in there though... little snippets of information about him :). 

No Orctober story today because it's my birthday and I didn't have time to write one and edit deal with this too. Sorry!

---

Mikaeïl took your hand and led you upstairs, offering to take your bag for you which you gladly turned over to him. Your cheeks were flushed and your heart thudded in your ears. After being together for a few weeks now this was the most worked up he’d allowed himself to get, and you were curious to see where it led. 

He glanced back over his shoulder at you and smiled in a way that made your blood rush southwards and you laughed. He knew what he was doing. “Careful,” you chided him but he only broadened his smile. 

At the top of the staircase, he paused and said, “Would you like your own room while you’re here, or would you prefer to use mine?”

“Whatever you’d feel most comfortable with, I guess,” you said. You stepped closer to him and put your hands on his narrow hips, unsure which of you you were steadying with that touch. “I know this isn’t always easy for you,” you added quietly. 

His golden eyes flared, pupils widening, and he snaked one arm around your waist, drawing you right against his slim, lean body and kissing you hard. “I’m not sure what I did to deserve you,” he growled softly between kisses. 

“How d’you think I feel then?” you laughed and he shook his head gently and smiled. 

It was immediately obvious that the bedroom to which he showed you was his own, and though it was as neat and ordered as the rest of his large house, it had more character. There were bookshelves with well-thumbed paperbacks and photographs in tarnished silver frames, and a battered old Persian rug that didn’t really fit the decor but which clearly meant something to him. There were two doors in the wall opposite the bed, but they were both pulled shut. 

You glanced at him as he set your bag down beside his bed with its comfortable looking, charcoal-grey duvet, and grinned when you saw the tent in his trousers still. He caught you looking and rolled his eyes. 

“You want a tour?” he asked. 

“Bed…” you said, pointing at it, “The rest can wait…” 

He crossed back over to you and kissed you fondly, backing you down onto that bed, and once he’d got you there, he slid his hands under your top and began to undress you, leaving kisses and affectionate nips on every exposed inch of your skin he could find. You gasped as he pinched and tugged on a nipple, and then lowered his lips to bite and then suck you gently until your skin prickled and throbbed. 

The hard length of him ground into you as he rocked slowly against you, and you reached your hands up into his fiery red hair and undid the scruffy bun. Cascades of his slightly wavy, burning auburn hair fell around you and brushed against your skin and you smiled as he growled quietly, the low-frequency rumble quite unlike the growl of a werewolf or even a big cat. It was more akin to the rumbling of an alligator, or the passing of a train in the distance. It spoke of his heritage, and it made you ache once again to see him in his wyvern form. 

He brought you back to the moment, however, when he drew away, kneeling on one side of you, removed his circular glasses and set them neatly on the bedside table, and then began to undo the buttons of his crisp shirt. His breathing was rapid and shallow, and his cat-like eyes were blown wide with arousal. Instead of looking cute, however, he looked like a predator, ready to spring, and you shivered under the weight and presence of that gaze. 

As he slid back the fabric of his shirt, you gasped. 

Beneath, his skin was not the same glacially pale colour that his face and arms were, but he was covered in a glittering mass of coppery scales in the hues of a vibrant sunset. 

“Mikaeïl,” you breathed in wonder, half sitting up and placing your palm on his torso. As your hand connected with his body, he tilted his head back, his long hair falling right down his spine through the gateway made by his ruby-red horns, and his breath hitched audibly. “You’re stunning…”

Shyly, he smiled and pushed himself off the bed, stepping out of the rest of his clothes until he was perfectly naked in front of you. His cock, which stood proud, the tip almost touching his lower abdomen, was ridged and flushed, twitching occasionally as you continued to stare at him with wide, amazed eyes.

You raised one arm to get him to come back to the bed, but he seemed almost embarrassed. Deciding to take the wordless option, it was you who pounced when he reached you. You laid him onto his back and watched him slowly unravel beneath your touch. 

The scales were hard and cool as tooled leather, though the skin of his chest was warmed with a faint flush - as close as he ever seemed to get to human temperature, even when he blushed - and the colour and scales faded into life around his ribs, formed a solid armour all the way down his torso, over his hips, and continued down to his feet which were mostly human in shape, but ended in bronze talons. His cock, achingly hard and a vibrant coppery red, was adorned with a pearl of pre-come which you smeared playfully around his tip with your thumb, prompting him to buck upwards into your hand with a whimper. 

Your other hand refused to leave the amazing texture of his scales. They glinted in the light that still streamed in through the large windows, and when you brought your lips to the junction between his thigh and his hip, placing a kiss on the subtle crease there, he shivered violently and let out a hoarse breath. 

“I… I don’t think I will last very long,” he admitted shakily. “It’s… It’s been a little while since anyone - oh!” he broke off with a hoarse cry as you leaned forwards and pressed the wet circle of your lips around the head of his weeping cock and slid him a little way into the heat of your mouth. Another shudder ran right through him and he collapsed completely onto the bed. 

It didn’t take long to work him to distraction.

His long hair spread out beneath him like a fire, engulfing the pillow in a wash of flame and copper, and his pale body gleamed like alabaster. The ridges of his inhuman cock slid easily over your lips and tongue, and as you moved to caress his balls with your free hand - which had until that point been teasing the tense bud of his left nipple - Mikaeïl began to speak in a language you didn’t recognise. 

It had a lilting, otherworldly beauty to it and you nearly stopped what you were doing altogether to listen to it. When you slowed, another desperate whine escaped him and his hands balled into fists in the sheets. Glancing down, you saw that his hands were no longer the hands you recognised. They had begun to form claws and scales too until they looked like fantasy gauntlets made of beaten bronze all the way up to his elbows. 

With his eyes rammed shut, Mikaeïl didn’t even seem to have noticed. They fluttered open and he dazedly tried to focus on your face. “Please…?” he whispered and you saw that his double canines were elongated. 

You reached for the palm of his right hand as it sat in a tight fist beside his glittering hips, and he jerked when he saw what he looked like. “Do you mind?” he slurred. “I’m not sure I can shift back just yet…”

“Of course I don’t mind,” you smiled. “I’ve been curious about your other form for a while.”

“Oh,” he said vaguely. “This isn’t my full wyvern form. It’s… we’re… my family are… ah… not now. Please, not now… please…” he broke off into a string of words that didn’t make much sense as you gently rolled his balls in your hand and stroked his cock with your other. 

A moment later you were working him in earnest with your mouth and hands, cheeks hollowed. He was gasping, his chest heaving, his spine arching off the bed as he fought not to come almost instantly. His thighs began to tremble and you felt his balls tighten right before he grunted, “I’m -”

You didn’t get any more warning than that, but you swallowed his release as he clenched and spasmed, abs tightening as he spilled into you with a particularly resonant growl. His lips were drawn back into a snarl, his teeth clenched, his eyes screwed shut, his hands digging into the sheets as he gave himself to you. You eased him through it and when he collapsed back into the sheets, breathing hard, you moved to lie beside him, trailing your fingers along his body and smiling as he twitched and groaned when you passed from an area of scales to smooth pale skin. 

He cracked an eye open eventually and smiled blearily at you. “I had intended to do that to you first,” he said, his speech a little soft around the consonants. 

“Ah, there’s time for that,” you reassured him, running your fingers along the smaller scales which surrounded the sheath of his cock and making him buck gently again, overstimulated but clearly enjoying the touch. “Plenty of time…” you added with a playful note to your voice and he laughed, lying back and letting you have your way with him. 

Chapter Eleven. Hope you enjoyed this little interlude/development!