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🐉 nine dragon kingdoms, one impossible competition
🔥 a prince who was never supposed to fall in love
💚 a servant drake who is very much not what she seems
🌊 a slow burn that does not stay slow

https://www.scalesoffate.com/

Scales of Fate: The Chosen Prince — the excerpt below is your warning and your invitation.

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They began as they always did, with Razzan comfortably lying on his back, his belly and legs exposed. The rounded tip of his pink flesh had grown marginally and peeked out, yet neither of them acknowledged it still.

No massaging oil today, Lilliar started meticulously cleaning, using different cloths and scrubbers to remove the dirt and sand from days of training. As she reached his belly, her movements became more cautious and deliberate. Razzan could feel his heartbeat quicken as her progress approached his groin. Pink flesh stood proudly now, the underside ridges and thick bulb at the base fully exposed. Lilliar navigated around it with care, occasionally accidentally brushing against it, causing him to twitch or flex involuntarily. Apologies had long ceased, and his instinct to flee had diminished significantly.

A sudden clearing of his throat caused Lilliar to jump. She tried to focus but something lurked in those emerald orbs. “You know...” Razzan murmured.

She chuckled, recovering from the surprise. Her progress slowed as she peered at him. “Nothing good ever comes from a 'you know’, Raz, especially when I'm cleaning this particular area.”

A sheepish expression appeared on his face. She wasn't wrong. “My father mentioned something this morning, and it got me thinking.”

“And you've chosen this exact moment to bring it up? With my talons right next to your, uh, you know,” she teased, her tone laced with playful sarcasm. “I wonder what the King was discussing then, mm?”

“I suppose I should have mentioned it earlier,” he admitted.

“Just spit it out, Raz,” she urged.

He glanced at her again, feeling emboldened by the friendly banter. “He indicated that ... that it might not be frowned upon to... you know.”

“I really don't know.” she responded with a patient glance and an amused arch of her brow. “This is longer than most of your word journeys.”

He snorted but continued, trying to speak with a confidence he didn't have. “Be pleasured ... by others. As long as it's not specifically coupling. And uh, even then, he mentioned if we weren't both dragons, then coupling might not be against the rules.”

She stared at him for a while before her head tilted. “Do you think he's telling the truth? Or is this a trick?”

“Maybe, but maybe not,” he murmured hopefully.

Razzan's breath quickened as Lilliar's claw boldly caressed the ridges of his erect shaft, tracing the firm, scaled protrusions along its length. He squirmed as a gasp escaped him. Her voice grew softer as she continued thoughtfully. “The princesses often try to force Uzzin to slip up,” she remarked idly, glancing down at where she touched him. “This feels like a trap, Raz.”

He could only manage a shaky response, “I don't know.” The truth was, he found it harder to care about any potential risks or tricks.

“It seems like you don't care anymore either,” she noted astutely. Her claw shifted from a gentle caress to firmly wrapping around the bulbous base, lifting it from its resting place against his belly. She moved closer to intently examine the hard flesh, causing her hot breath to puff enticingly against him.

His heart thundered, memories of his previous panicked retreat flooding his mind. A rush of carnal desire washed over him, enveloping his thoughts with a haze of need. He could feel his resistance waning.

He leaned into her, his inflection barely above a whisper, “Lilliar, I want—’

She shushed him gently as her digits drifted along his firmness. A single digit caressed over the rounded tip, causing his leg to kick out. “If we do this, we won't be able to stop ourselves anymore; you know this is right? This is a door that will be impossible to close.”

“Good,” he murmured.

That buzzing in his stomach immediately dissipated as Lilliar abruptly pulled away, and she thumped him on the nose with more force than he expected. Shock brought him back to reality, and he let out a growl which quickly faded. “What?!” he barked out in confusion.

“Listen to me,” she said firmly, her expression serious. “You aren’t listening.”

He dipped his muzzle and wings, feeling foolish but still desperate for her contact. “Sorry, I shouldn't have said anything. I just ... I thought we could, I don't know, be closer.”

“I know you did, but I also know you're not thinking clearly.”

Razzan glanced away, feeling a deep sense of embarrassment. “Sorry,” he muttered again.

Lilliar clicked her tongue and reached up to cup his jaw, directing his attention back to her. The presence of his dragonhood and the cleaning tools faded into the background. “Hey, I really like you,” she confessed. “I enjoy the moments we share, no matter how small.” Her emerald stare shone brightly. “But I'm,” she hesitated as she gestured awkwardly with her free hand before continuing. “If you want me to... pleasure you, I can. In fact, I'm happy to help. Your cock has been staring at me for days now just begging for it. But we'll need some ground rules.”

“Rules? My whole life is rules; let's skip the rules.”

“But what if we cross a line? What if we end up coupling?”

“I don't see a problem with that,” he raised his brow with a suggestively broad and mischievous smile, earning himself another thump on the nose. “Hey!”

“Then what? Disqualification? Back to the Burrows? Queen's Wrath? All of that?”

“We can't be certain. So, it's probably not wise to ask.”

Frustration and suspicion mingled in her gaze. “Raz, this feels like a trick; in fact, I'm certain of it. Your father appears out of nowhere and immediately discusses coupling with other species.” she gestured between the two of them. “How can you not see through this? You're the clever one, aren't you?”

He paused to collect himself as his focus was fixated on her. His mouth repeatedly opened and closed as he struggled to find the right words. The desire to abandon everything and indulge in his attraction overpowered him. She was irresistible, pushing aside any thought of the Celestials and their blasted ceremonies. However, he couldn't ignore the looming consequences of disqualification. It wouldn't be as simple as returning to the Burrows; the Queen would likely tear his throat out—or squish him like a bug. A shiver ran down his spine.

“Are you stuck?” She patiently watched him go through his mental musings.

“I'm just searching for a scenario where you're wrong and we can do whatever we want,” he confessed.

“Find one?” she inquired as she leaned against him. He shook his head. She traced gentle patterns over the smaller scales of his face as she leaned closer, her nose inching toward his. He continued his slow caress along the back of her neck. “Perhaps we can return to how we were before. Innocent touches, playful flirting, but without going too far. It’s the smart thing to do,” she suggested.

“But I don't want to be smart,” he whispered as his lips drew nearer to hers. An irresistible pull guided his movements as if his body had a will of its own. They paused, their snouts barely brushing. Her captivating emerald orbs held him spellbound as they locked gazes. Razzan tilted his head, parting his jaws slightly, and she mirrored his actions. Their mouths met and their sharp teeth awkwardly bumped together until they found a comfortable angle. Tentatively, he extended his forked tongue and found her reciprocating the gesture. Two tongues intertwined, coiling, and caressing each other, as their hold grew tighter. A warm sensation coursed through him amplified by their intimate connection. They remained locked in their embrace. The moment was both eternal and far too fleeting. He closed his eyes, fully immersing himself in the experience, feeling an exhilarating closeness to her in every sense of the word.

She broke the intimate gesture first, clearing her throat as he opened his eyes. He could sense her soft panting and rapid pulse against his chest. “This is dangerous,” she warned. “I'm serious, Raz.”

His mind grappled with conflicting thoughts, but a small flicker of reason prevailed. “Lill, we keep stumbling into these situations. It's not mere coincidence anymore.” His grip remained gentle, cradling the back of her head, offering comfort rather than guidance. His other hand moved to stroke reassuringly over her red-scaled arm. “We can't fight it forever,” he stated, his tone laced with uncertainty.

She shook her head without hesitation. “No,” she admitted, letting out a sigh before resting a soft scaled cheek against him, looking up at him. “And I don't,” she paused, carefully considering her next words, “I don't want to stop.”

“Me neither.”

Her snout wrinkled in mock surprise. “Well, I'm shocked!” Her remark elicited a small laugh from him, and they shared a moment of smiles in silence, their muzzles drawn together once more as if magnetized. She moved to caress the strong muscles of his neck and shoulder. “Okay, so ...” she began after a pause. “We need to make sure we're safe and have plenty of time if we're going to try anything intimate.” Razzan broke into an unreasonably large grin, prompting a chuff of amusement from her. “And ...” She held his gaze firmly. “It's not about satisfying that beast down there; you need to meet me halfway, Prince.”

He tilted his head inquisitively as their snouts brushed once more, a mixture of affection and curiosity written on his snout. “I'm willing to do whatever you want me to, Lill,” he whispered, his nose brushing against hers, leading them into another tender kiss. Their bodies molded together once more, his wings enveloping her as best they could in the water. Tails entwined tightly, drawing them together in a deep embrace. Warm breaths mingled, and he savored the subtle, sweet taste of her lips. As they rolled and coiled in the water, a realization struck them both: their bodies had aligned to the point where their chests pressed against each other, and more significantly, their bellies were intimately pressed together.

Lilliar snapped out of their passionate trance first. She grabbed one of his dark, coiled horns and yanked it sharply, causing Razzan to snap back to reality as the intense warmth of her groin and the alluring, silky opening pressed against the underside of his shaft. “Raz!” she cried out, with urgency. He blinked rapidly and quickly pushed himself away from her, creating small rippling waves that lapped against the edge of the pool. They were both panting heavily.

“I-but, how?” he stammered, gasping for breath as his heart pounded.

“Do you see now!” She gestured frantically between them with flailing claws, desperately shifting her position so she wasn't lying on her

back with her exposed sheath invitingly on display. He yearned for a better view, one that wasn't distorted by the water, but he was still reeling from what had nearly happened. “Stars and Sky, Raz, we ...” Her body sagged as she watched him, her voice filled with a mix of disappointment, concern, and something else. “We can't do that!”

His body pulsed with need. An ache grew within him. He longed to feel her, craving a release that seemed just out of reach. They still needed to be cleaned, polished, and dressed for dinner, and time had slipped away. “Lill, I can't go to dinner like this,” he huffed, his movements becoming increasingly restless.

She cast him a brief dark look, which quickly softened. “You owe me, Prince,” she stated firmly as she glided over to him. Her shoulder nudged against him, forcing him backward until he lay on his back against the edge of the pool. The movement caused his dragonhood to spring into view once again. “And I swear, you better not touch me,” she growled, her tone a mixture of warning and frustration.

Without any further delay, Lilliar sprang into action. She must have felt the same mounting pressure, the fear of Tanay walking in on them at the height of arousal, their tasks left unfinished. How would that appear? Was Uzzin experiencing something similar with the princess? As these ideas swirled in his mind, Lilliar pressed a claw against his chest, while another boldly wrapped around his erect shaft.

He instinctively bucked against her, as a mixture of pleasure and surprise flooded him. “Lill!” he exclaimed, his tone several octaves higher than normal.

She grunted in response and swiftly shifted her talon from his chest to clamp around his mouth. “No growling or roaring, Raz. Let me help you,” she said firmly, her tone commanding yet filled with sympathy.

He mumbled something incoherent through his clamped jaw and nodded, a mixture of pleading and gratitude evident on his features. As her grip moved up and down the length of his shaft, he responded with immediate delight. His eyes rolled back, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through him. Lilliar kept her gaze fixed on him, her focus on his reactions rather than her own actions. Razzan couldn't fully comprehend or process what she was doing, his attention consumed entirely by the rhythmic movements of her talon.

She started with a slow and steady pace, gliding her grip along the firm flesh, tracing a path from the bulbous base to the rounded tip and back down again. The sensation was awkward underwater, but Razzan craved any physical contact. Water added a subtle slickness to the act, allowing her digits to glide smoothly over his skin. As she found a comfortable motion, her actions became more confident and purposeful, causing his hips to roll instinctively into her touch.

Despite the rushed and panicked atmosphere, Razzan found sensual gratification in the increasing speed of her movements. The way she stroked her talon tantalized his heated flesh, squeezing gently at the base and adding a bit of pressure and a twist near the tip. However, deep down, he yearned for more. He wanted her completely. As her actions gained momentum, he responded with desperately bucking hips. His legs kicked, his tail whipped, and wings fluttered in response. The aching pressure in his stomach was gradually replaced by a tingling sensation. Moans and whimpers escaped him as he struggled to contain his rising passion. No matter how hard he tried to pull his muzzle from her grip, she skillfully shifted to keep his mouth shut, adding a commanding intensity to the experience. Smoke curled from his nostrils, reflecting his desperate and eager state as he thrashed in ecstasy.

As Razzan's fervor reached its peak, the tightness in his loins became unbearable. Her purposeful stroking intensified the pressure, driving him to the edge. With a sudden jerk, his tension released, and he attempted a roar, but it came out as a strange, warbling noise through his sealed mouth. His entire form tensed and twitched as his dragonhood pulsed in her grip. Powerful jets of pearly seed erupted from the tip, mingling with the water in a flurry of release. Each rope of essence expelled caused his body to flex violently, while her grip continued to provide a steady pressure at the swollen bulb. Thick fluids clumped together and floated away as he emptied himself into the bath.

After the intensity of his release, he found himself collapsed against the edge of the pool, panting but feeling fulfilled. Lilliar carefully released his muzzle and his dragonhood simultaneously, her emerald eyes fixed on him with a mix of desire and tenderness. His head lolled to the side, and a satisfied, sheepish smile tugged at his lips. However, a jabbing claw against his snout brought him back to reality.

“You owe me, Raz,” she repeated, sounding exasperated. “Don't you forget it. Now, onto your back, we don't have long.”