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Evan walked down one of many hallways of the royal palace. Different relics, artefacts, paintings and murals could only distract him so much. Should he feel privileged? He was a young warrior from another kingdom, a stranger to this realm, not to mention human. Other than his companions there were not many of them in the land of dragons. He decided not to force himself anymore and stepped on a nearby balcony. Warm desert air washed over him. At least there was no humidity to irritate a scar on his cheek. Why did he even try to enjoy luxuries? Between training the young prince and helping to extinguish turmoil that grew among the people he found it hard to catch a moment of peace. Now that he stopped and thought about it, he couldn't remember the last time he really did something to please himself.

Evan's thoughts were cut short when one of many dragon servants called out to him.

"Sir Evan of The West Kingdom?"

"Yes?"

"Member of the royal family wishes to have a word with you. If you would please follow me."

Dragon kept its head low as he escorted the warrior. Evan was here a couple of days by now, but he was still fascinated by their species. Their short white fur, sharp claws and talons, not to mention wings able to stretch to twice their height. Like children of demon and angel. It was weirdly pleasing just looking at them.

"Over here."

The servant showed him a door, before leaving to do some other business. Evan looked at the grand wooden entrance, not sure who or what to expect. He pushed on a handle and found himself in a rather cosy room. There were many bookshelves, mostly built into walls, and some fancy furniture. Few candles were lit and scattered about, as only some daylight was pouring in through a small celling window. Sitting on one of the desks was another dragon. Unlike others, it had slightly denser and much whiter fur. It also featured many colourful patterns. Evan, like many others, wouldn't fail to recognise him anywhere.

"Prince Sethrilion." - Evan bowed - "You have requested my presence?"

"I did."

"What is this about?"

The dragon blankly stared at the kneeling warrior. Despite calling for him, the prince couldn't find right words to express his mind.

"Prince Sethrilion?"

"Stop doing that."

"Doing what, exactly?"

"Pretending. Stand up!"

Evan did as instructed, but still kept his head low and avoided eye contact.

"I don't understand."

"You know, I don't understand either. I've met very many people in my life. Some of them, unsurprisingly, hated me on first sight. It's what you just get used to being a member of royal family. Yet you are just something different. You didn't try hiding behind dishonest compliments or worthless praises I've been receiving my whole life. It feels like you are actively trying to be disrespectful and subtlety give signs that you want nothing to do with me, and I don't see a reason why."

Evan's expression remained stone cold.

"It's just you and me in this room. I give you permission to say whatever you want to say."

"Why do you care about what someone like me has to say? Like you said, you just get used to it. I'm just one of thousand people you will meet throughout your life."

"I have my reason, and you might hear it once I hear yours."

The warrior sighed, and finally looked the prince in the eyes.

"Do you even know how people you'll rule over have to live? Have you ever experienced week long starvation or having barely enough water to survive? Have you maybe considered how children feel when they hear about their father dying in some futile conflict? I did. You have no idea how many times I've seen good people suffer because their rulers were too greedy or simply uninterested to help them. Wherever I went, it was the same sad story. I started to ask myself what exactly makes nobility worthy of those pleasures. The answer wasn't hard to find, once you eliminate your precious 'divine right'. Nothing. Nobody can earn a place of their birth. Only the uncontrollable force of luck determines whether you'll be counting gold, or breadcrumbs. So tell me, your majesty, why are you different?"

Evan turned his back on Seth. Never in his life did he say something similar. He wasn't afraid of punishment for his words, but didn't know whether to expect it.

"Maybe I'm not." - Seth spoke slower and more calmly than before - "So why don't you hate me?"

"What?"

"You might hate the way I live, my family or all other nobility, but I just cannot believe that you hate me as a person."

"You're deceiving yourself, prince."

"Really? I think the opposite. I started thinking about this after our second training. It is then when you start acting different. Whenever I messed something up you were patient and understanding, whenever I struggled you found some new advice to give me, whenever I fell or hurt myself you rushed to see if I was alright and encouraged me to continue trying."

"It is my duty as your teacher."

"Maybe, but what I really think is that you don't hate me, rather you want to do so. And when you're training with me, being in your natural element, your feelings become natural too."

With every word, Evan felt his knees becoming weaker and sweat gradually building up under his armour. He took one deep breath.

"I gave you my reason, you said you will give me yours."

"You didn't give me the right one."

"Why are you doing this? I am just one out of thousand people in your life. What worth do my feelings for you have?"

Seth gently placed his hand on Evan's cheek, fondling around his scar.

"To me... everything."

That single word struck the warrior like a lightning. Evan felt his whole body go numb to the gentle strokes of Seth's hand. He finally looked him in the eyes. Every feeling and desire could no longer be hidden. Prince lunged forward and Evan took him with open arms, before their mouths united in fiery passion. A wildfire of emotions overwhelmed them as they felt on each other's tongues. Seth barely managed to remove Evan's upper armour while he caressed dragon's soft fur. After the last metal plate fell off, the prince tore apart remaining shirt. He pulled even closer, feeling on every bump of the warrior's muscles and scars. Evan adored his furry body pressing against his naked chest. Their prolonged kissing stopped when both of them had to catch some air. It was a short moment of relief for their bewildered emotions. Seth suddenly jumped on the warrior, and Evan couldn't balance himself fast enough. He tumbled backwards and accidentally pulled the prince with him. His back crashed against a bookshelf and he slipped down in a sitting position with Seth landing a bit more gently in his lap.

"Oh my! Are you alright?!"

Evan chuckled.

"Better than ever."

The warrior's attention quickly shifted towards something that was now much closer to his face. How did it take him until now to realise the prince wasn't wearing anything from the beginning? It was quite bigger than he expected. Seth was breathing nervously as Evan contemplated with himself. Was he really about to take it this far? Would this really be his first time? If anything, there was nobody else he would rather do it with. He carefully took it in his hand, Seth's breathing grew even more erratic. Evan began stroking. The young dragon couldn't help but to moan with each consecutive motion. He pulled closer and grabbed onto warrior's shoulders. Evan did enjoy doing it. It was simple hand movement, but it meant so much as he listened to erotic sounds his lover was making. Subsequently grew his desire for more, a desire to feel more, a desire to taste it. With his other hand Evan lead Seth's body into a more favourable position. The prince quickly caught on, and his excitement and nervousness increased. The warrior first gave it couple of licks and kisses, but that could barely satisfy either of them. With enough built-up courage, he took it in, and the prince let out another loud moan. Seth's cock lightly pressed against Evan's throat with each motion, yet there was still more. Evan grabbed the dragon by the back side and pulled himself all the way. The shaft was now fully resting in his throat. First few thrusts hurt, but the warrior soldiered through it. Rhythmic feeling of Seth's warm cock moving over his lips, on his tongue and through his throat just felt too good. The young dragon slowly took the lead, gradually going faster and approaching the final moment. His moans turned into growls, as Evan grabbed him by the thighs to feel his pulsating muscles.

"Alright... Here it comes."

Seth firmly grasped his lover's shoulders when feeling of climax washed over his whole body. Evan's throat was quickly filling up with warm white liquid. There was so much that most of it came back to drip out of his mouth. The prince pulled out and collapsed on Evan, shaking and panting as if he ran across a mountain. The warrior wiped off the remaining mess on his face and around them. Thankfully, none of it landed on any of the books that they rocked off the shelves.

"That was... amazing."

"Yeah..."

They spent few moments cuddled up on a library carpet. The prince was gradually calming down, but his lover's fire had only started to burn.

"I think it's your turn now." - Seth whispered in Evan's ear

"Yes. Yes it is."

The warrior suddenly lifted up half exhausted dragon and laid him atop one of the library tables. Anxiousness grew inside him as Evan stripped away his remaining clothes and armour. In seconds he was already on top of him. Seth never felt so vulnerable, scared and excited at the same time. Looking into his lover's eyes gave him reassurance. He grabbed onto Evan's back and tried to prepared for what was to come, just as the warrior was about to enter him. First thrust immediately sent sharp pain throughout his lower body and caused him to groan. Despite that, Evan didn't hold back. Each time his cock went deeper in and every next penetration came faster than the one before. Seth tightened the grip around him, not realising that his claws were already sinking into the warrior's skin. Yet, both of them were ignorant to pain they were causing each other. It was all worth it. It was just another feeling on which their hearts were aligned. Evan's body was burning with passion. Thrusting his shaft in and out just continued to feel better and better. Only their body's physical restraints held him back. The warrior gradually sped up and Seth pressed on his back even harder.

"I'm close."

"Me... Too..."

Evan's moans got louder as the climax was finally approaching. With one last thrust, he unloaded everything inside the young dragon and the feeling of orgasm swept him whole. At the same time, what little was left inside of him Seth ejected all over himself. Evan pulled his head closer and in that glorious moment gave him another kiss. The two never felt so close to anyone, as they were to each other. Evan couldn't feel the claws sunk deep in his flesh. Seth couldn't feel the excruciating, pulsating pain in his stomach. As streams of blood ran down Evan's chest, tainting Seth's perfect white fur, the two of them were not the prince and the warrior. They were not even the human and the dragon. They were two souls, wanting nothing except one another.

* * *

Cold air was rushing through an open window, as two laid next to each other in Seth's grand bed.

"Does it still hurt? Do you want another cold towel?"

"No, this fine."

"I'm so sorry. I didn't even realise that..."

"Hey, don't worry about it. I've been through worse. Plus, I deserve it for being so aggressive."

The prince pulled closer and covered them both with blanket. Evan gently stroked his head.

"Are you regretting it?" - the warrior asked

"Of course not, it's just..."

"What?"

"When our training comes to an end, I will never see you again."

Moonlight shined on tears that gathered in Seth's eyes.

"Hey, who says it has to be that way?"

"That always happens to people I like. You especially, you lived travelling your whole life. You will probably forget about me in few days."

"Come closer."

The dragon hurdled up right by Evan's side. The warrior closed his arms around him, as his wing covered them both.

"I promise you, right here and now, this will not be the last time we see each other. May the scars on my back always be my reminder."

"I will wait for you, no matter how long it takes."

A single tear slipped down Evan's cheek.

"Evan?"

"Yeah?"

"I promise you, right here and now, I will be a good ruler."

"I already know you will."