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Once upon a time there lived a Sage who knew everything. He had everything in his hands yet yearned for someone to understand him.
Once upon a time there lived a dragon who learned the truth of the world and hid himself away until a Sage who wanted company from anything in the world came barreling into his life.
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The Sage of Truth hummed as he floated up the Peak of Truth. Today technically wasn’t meant to be one of his visiting days, this entire month wasn’t a visiting month. But he had finally gotten his schedule free and wanted to surprise his dear Truthless Recluse.
He wondered how the dragon would react. It always tried to keep a veil of apathy and disdain for him but Blueberry Milk knew full well the dragon liked his company. From the subtle outstretched wing whenever he got too close, or how when Blueberry Milk got the dragon out of its den and into the markets, he would growl occasionally if anyone else got too close to himself.
He knew their relationship had gone just beyond friendship but the clear signs of jealousy and protectiveness made Blueberry Milk so happy. It made his ego much bigger than it was. He had been truly thinking about ways of getting the dragon to acknowledge those feelings.
The Recluse always managed to find ways to ignore how he felt, regardless of what Blueberry Milk tried. It was frustrating, it was ever so amusing whenever he got a flustered reaction out of the Recluse. The last time he managed it, the Sage learned that his wings were sensitive.
The Tower of Deceit came into view. Tall and far too big for anything but the dragon that lived inside. The Sage of Truth smiled and passed through the barriers surrounding the Tower of Deceit. They hadn’t stopped him for ages now. Though, oddly enough they felt weaker than they should have been. Was Truthless not keeping up with their upkeep?
Odd. He knows the Recluse was ever so religious about their upkeep. The dragon despised unwanted visitors, and has made it a regular complaint to Blueberry Milk about his students attempting to invade the dragon’s privacy.
The Sage entered the Tower of Deceit without another thought. After all, he could just ask Truthless Recluse himself. Even if the dragon himself would roll his eyes and dodge the question about the barriers, it still gave valuable insight to his mood that Blueberry Milk couldn’t just pass up.
“My dear Recluse!” He shouted into the empty tower. He knew that Truthless Recluse heard him. “I’ve come for a visit!”
The Sage waited there happily for the dragon to come face him, to get annoyed at the unprompted visit to his tower. But Truthless Recluse never came. Blueberry Milk frowned.
He ventured further into the Tower of Deceit, knowing the twists and turns by heart now. Knowing exactly which set of stairs led to the bedrooms. Truthless Recluse never left him alone in the tower, no matter his mood.
The Recluse justifiably did not trust Blueberry Milk alone. Therefore, being left alone was worrying. Concerning even. The entire Tower was silent, usually he could’ve heard the dragon shuffling around somewhere but not this time.
Blueberry Milk got to the bedrooms. It was just as equally as quiet besides for small noises he could hear just faintly coming from Truthless’ room. A surge of anger and jealousy shot through him. The Recluse hadn’t even let him into his bedroom! Yet it sounded like the dragon had let some other cookie besides Blueberry Milk in. That wouldn’t do.
He approached the usually sealed bedroom door. The seal that was always on it, always barring entry had completely vanished. The noises he heard faintly were now far clearer. The jealousy he felt was far, far greater. They were moans. Just who had the dragon let into his bed that wasn’t him?!
The Sage threw open the door without hesitation. “My dear Recluse! You didn’t tell me you had… company..” He faltered mid sentence when he finally, finally got to see his dragon.
The soft moaning had stopped the moment the door opened but there was no other cookie in his bedroom. Truthless Recluse sat completely nude on his bed, piles of blankets and items Blueberry Milk had left behind cluttered the space behind the dragon.
The Recluse’s slitted eyes landed on him in an instant. Lips curled into a snarl. But like this The Sage could see more features about the dragon that he hadn’t been able to see before. Like how the black scales that wrapped around the Recluse’s cheeks weren’t just on his face.
They traced all the way down the dragon's sides, curling in around his hips and ending just before the knee on his outer thighs. How his arms also had those same black-blue scales that were dotted like someone had painted them on. The dragon had claws for feet.
The dragon who was currently fingering himself in a hole just beneath his incredibly hard cock. Truthless Recluse stared at Blueberry Milk with wide, shocked eyes. The Sage let his mouth fall open in shock at the beautiful sight he saw. Truthless’ long slender tail flickered in annoyance. His wings fanned out beneath him almost as if using them were tiring.
“You.” Truthless Recluse hissed. “Why are you here?!”
The Sage couldn’t look away from the sight in front of him. There was a slight sheen of sweat all over the Recluse. Despite the anger and annoyance the dragon was showing, his fingers hadn’t stopped once. Almost as if they couldn’t stop.
“I- You- Uhm.” Blueberry Milk stuttered uncharacteristically. The Recluse tried to close his legs to shield himself from the Sage’s sight but he had seen enough. All of this was almost like one of his deeper fantasies had been pulled out of his psyche and brought to life. It was perfect. Blueberry Milk loved how Truthless Recluse looked so annoyed to see him yet didn’t try to throw him out.
Blueberry Milk was already painfully hard. A part of him wondered if the Recluse could tell. He watched the Dragon growl lightly and force his head to turn away from where Blueberry Milk was.
“Get out.” The Recluse hissed. There was no bite behind his words and if Blueberry Milk’s opinion was of any value, it felt like the Recluse was lying to him again. The way his tail was flicking confirmed his suspicions. It curled and uncurled repeatedly, an anxious tick that the Recluse has never gotten rid of.
Blueberry Milk instead floated into the Recluse’s bedroom, closing the door behind him with a grin. “My dear Recluse you know I could never leave you alone in such a state.”
The Dragon hissed again but there was no real effort in it. Blueberry Milk floated closer to the bed and could see the way those blind eyes were staring at him. Caution and lust embedded so deeply in them that it made the Sage almost melt.
“Get out. You weren’t meant to see this.” The Recluse bit back again. Blueberry Milk smiled and came to the side of the bed where the Recluse had turned his head. This close, he could hear the soft moans that Truthless Recluse was hiding from him.
“Do you want me to really leave or do you not want to accept that you want me to help with your little predicament?~” The Sage mocked the Recluse ever so slightly. It was still so cute how the dragon tried to pull away from the truth. Pull away from his feelings.
Truthless Recluse stared at him like he had grown a second head. It was amusing how much he still recoiled when confronted with how he really felt. The Sage snickered slightly at the reaction. Truthless Recluse closed his eyes and whimpered instead of hissing.
“Don’t tease me.” The dragon whimpered. “You want nothing but cheap thrills.”
Blueberry Milk stopped snickering. His dear Recluse’s opinion of him so far out in the open it made him angry. Of course the dragon would assume this was one of his whims. Oh well, he’d just have to prove him wrong.
“My dear I would never want that from you.” Blueberry Milk crawled onto the bed, crawled in between Truthless Recluse’s legs. He didn’t do anything. He still gave the dragon a chance to tell him properly no. To make him stop. By the witches above he didn’t want to stop but he would if his Recluse told him to. “If you so desire me I will be yours.”
Truthless Recluse wrapped his tail around Blueberry Milk’s waist. Firm and tight. The Sage knew he wouldn’t be able to get out now even if he wanted to. He smirked. “See my dear? I want what you want. Now will you let me in?”
The blue-black scales that decorated his beloved Recluse’s hips and thighs were beautiful. The Sage wondered if they were sensitive but still waited for permission. Truthless Recluse let out a growl at his inactivity and Blueberry Milk smiled. He ran a finger down the scales on the outer part of Truthless Recluse’s thigh.
The dragon was unusually warm today. The Recluse usually ran cold…
“Come on my dear, I need verbal permission. After all, how will I know you want me too?” Truly, Blueberry Milk didn’t need it. He knew the Recluse well enough that the tail around his waist that tried to pull him closer was all the permission he needed. But messing with the Recluse was just as much fun.
The tail around his waist got tighter. Curling around even tighter and Blueberry Milk watched the Recluse’s wings raise up only to fall back onto the bed. The annoyance was clear and he loved it. He loved making the Recluse react.
The Sage happily reached down and grabbed Truthless Recluse’s hand. The dragon sighed slightly, believing the Sage was going to finally touch him. Instead, Blueberry Milk pulled the Recluse’s fingers out of himself and forced the other to stop pleasuring himself. Grabbing both of his wrists and holding them down.
The reaction was almost instant. The tail around his waist got restless. The Recluse tried to pull his wrists out of Blueberry Milk’s grasp but he didn’t let go. Truthless Recluse began to squirm. Whimpers and whines fell from his lips and Blueberry Milk was loving all of it.
“Please.” The Recluse finally cracked.
“Please what?” Blueberry Milk wanted more.
Truthless Recluse kicked the bed. Blueberry Milk figured it must’ve been more instinctual than intentional. The Recluse hadn’t raised a hand against him since they met, since they finally decided to leave the past behind. All of these reactions he pulled from the Recluse were beautiful. He wanted more.
“You damn cookie..!” The dragon whimpered. “Take me, touch me, I don't care, just do something..! If you keep hesitating I will crumble you!”
The Sage smiled. Finally, finally having broken the dragon’s walls. Though it was much faster than Blueberry Milk expected. Far faster. Concernedly faster.
Blueberry Milk frowned. “My dear Recluse..” he tried. The Sage wanted to understand more about his Recluse, yet the other seemed tired of his machinations.
“Fuck me already you damn Sage.” Truthless Recluse hissed. Finally pulling his wrists free and grabbing Blueberry Milk’s throat, choking him slightly. “You came here during my heat after rejecting me for years. Take responsibility. If you won’t then I’ll take care of myself like I have the other times you left me.”
The Sage sat there mildly dumbfounded. Trying to ignore how brutally turned on he was from the choking, he tried to think on how he’s rejected The Recluse multiple years in a row. He hadn’t asked, not even one sign and Blueberry Milk was always busy around this time of year… Unless…
“Do you wish to stay with me for the month?”
“Ah my dear Recluse you know I can’t. I have duties I must attend to! But I’ll see you once I’m done~”
“I see.”
Oh. Oh he was a Fool. A terribly blind fool.
Blueberry Milk chuckled through the chokehold and finally pushed himself flush with the Recluse’s hips. The grip on his throat faltered as Truthless Recluse let out a sharp whine. The Sage ran his hands down his Recluse’s side and landed on his hips, gripping them tightly and rubbing circles into them slightly.
“I apologize my dear. It seems your intent got lost in translation.” The Sage leaned down, hovering just above Truthless Recluse’s face. Those mismatched eyes stared back at him. “But I promise I won’t neglect you anymore.”
The Recluse reached forward first, capturing Blueberry Milk in a kiss full of hunger and desire. Truthless Recluse was brutal, hungry and bitey. The Sage knew full well that his lips would be swollen and bleeding by the end of this but he didn’t care.
A quick snap of his fingers took care of his clothing, discarding them into his pocket dimension. The unusual warmth of the Recluse beneath him was more prevalent with them touching dough to dough. The dragon felt like he was burning alive even though he wasn’t.
The Recluse refused to let him go from the kiss. Grabbing Blueberry Milk’s hand and forcing it lower and lower back to the place he had been fingering. It was an odd feeling, it felt nothing like a cunt.
Blueberry Milk forced them to part. Just to ask questions and partially to get the Recluse to tighten his grip around his throat. The Recluse did. Blueberry Milk struggled to keep his composure.
“My dear, What is this?” Blueberry Milk punctuated his words by running two fingers over the folds hiding his hole from him. The Recluse whimpered.
“It’s my.. Mh.. cunt in… Ah… your language.. ” The Recluse spoke through the whimpers and whines. Blueberry Milk stopped his fingers as he registered completely what the Recluse said.
“You can get pregnant?”
“... Yes, and during my heat I…” Truthless Recluse hesitated, turning away. A beautiful flush came to his face that just wouldn’t do. Not until he told Blueberry Milk the rest.
He moved his fingers again and The Recluse inhaled sharply. “What happened during your heat, my dear?”
Truthless Recluse squirmed under his touch. The dragon bit his lip, trying to keep himself quiet even though the small moans couldn’t be contained. No, Blueberry Milk knew it was to try and stop himself from saying anything more.
So he stopped moving his fingers. He loved the way the hand around his throat tightened alongside the tail around his waist. Loved how the Recluse looked back at him even if he could barely see. Anger at the denial of what he needed so badly.
“I’ll continue if you finish what you were saying, my dear~” The Sage mocked his dragon ever so slightly. Using feather light touches to push ever so slightly into the dragon’s folds.
The Recluse inhaled sharply. “I have an egg inside of me.”
Blueberry Milk pushed a bit too hard in his shock, pushing his fingers inside of the Recluse accidentally. His dragon keened at the feeling as Blueberry Milk sat there dumbfounded.
“An Egg ?” He remembered to move his fingers again when the Recluse slightly let go of his throat. Making sure to please his beloved dragon and make him grip harder again.
“Ye.. yes.. Ah.. It’s… Mh.. Infertile… At the.. The end of this it’ll need to come.. Come out unless..” The Recluse spoke through his moaning. He knew that Blueberry Milk would stop again if he didn’t continue to explain. Though the ending part didn’t need to be specified. The Sage knew what he meant.
It would have to come out at the end of this heat unless fertilized. Unless Blueberry Milk fucked him pregnant. The Sage felt several emotions. Excitement, lust, worry and guilt. He wanted to give his dragon a brood of hatchlings, if there was more than one. The Recluse had just used ‘egg’ so perhaps it’d just be one hatchling. One perfect hatchling that they could raise together and…
On the other hand, The Sage felt guilty for leaving the Recluse to deal with all of this alone in the past. But he was here now. He could have to be extra careful when fucking into his dragon to make sure he didn’t accidentally impregnate him.
They would have to talk about that when the Recluse was marginally more coherent. Perhaps when the Recluse wasn’t choking him either. But the choking part didn’t particularly matter to Blueberry Milk. The Recluse could choke him whenever he wanted.
Speaking of choking, The Recluse tightened his grip again. “Harder. More. I want you, I need you-” The dragon began to ramble. Whimpering at the gentle pace set by The Sage. It was so cute.
Blueberry Milk caught The Recluse back in a kiss. Devouring all of the rambling and begging happily. Truthless Recluse didn’t even fight. He happily pushed back into the kiss and invaded Blueberry Milk’s mouth with his long slender tongue. He nearly choked when it reached the back of his throat.
Nearly. He had killed his gag reflex ages ago with a fling that the Recluse didn’t need to know about.
The Sage added a third finger into Truthless Recluse’s cunt while happily sucking on the dragon's tongue. It was an odd feeling, especially with the Recluse’s hand still wrapped around his neck and squeezing but Blueberry Milk loved it. It felt so tantalizingly cruel.
The Sage kept pumping his fingers into the Recluse happily. Making sure to never go much faster than a relaxed pace. He wanted the dragon to fall apart slowly until he begged. The Sage needed him to beg.
The Dragon pulled back his tongue, breaking the kiss to gasp and moan his name. It was a sound the Sage could get addicted to, would get addicted to. He was a fool to not realize he was missing out on this this entire time. Oh he would ruin the Recluse.
Truthless Recluse’s tail uncurled itself from where it had been on his waist. Blueberry Milk almost missed it were it not for the thrashing it began to do. Flicking back and forth, curling in and curling out. Almost as if the Recluse didn’t know what to do with it.
It was adorable. It meant that Blueberry Milk was unraveling the Recluse and he loved it.
He didn’t let up with the slow relaxed pace he set with his fingers. With his free hand, he held the dragon's hips down to make sure he couldn’t get them deeper than they already were. The whimper Truthless Recluse gave him in return was delicious.
Blueberry Milk leaned down and began to bite and suck on the Recluse’s exposed skin on his neck. Careful to avoid sharp scales and anything that could be forgotten. He wanted the dragon to remember what they did well into the morning.
He left marks all over the exposed skin on the Recluse’s neck and chest. Making sure no spot was unmarked or untouched. Biting until jam hit his tongue sometimes. He knew it would leave marks and he wanted it to. Wanted the Recluse to regret letting the Sage into his bed.
Blueberry Milk wanted the truth of his love to crush Truthless Recluse. Crush the dragon and make him come crawling back to Blueberry Milk for more. He wanted the Recluse to be unable to live without him.
The Recluse’s wings suddenly flared up, hitting the Sage straight in the face. Jam ran down his nose but he didn’t stop. The whimpering and moaning that was getting slowly and steadily louder was addicting and he wanted the Recluse to let go.
“Gonna.. Gonna come..! Sa.. Sage… Please..!” The Recluse whimpered. Using his free hand to reach up and claw at Blueberry Milk’s exposed skin and using the hand wrapped around his throat to choke him more.
“Go on then. Let go.” Blueberry Milk didn’t care. He kept fingering the Recluse even as the other threw his head back and arched into nothing. Letting out a garbled moan as Blueberry Milk felt the dragon’s insides suddenly clench around him.
The Sage helpfully rode the other through his orgasm. Making sure to never let up until that tenseness the other had finally disappeared and he collapsed back into the bed. He finally pulled his fingers out then and licked them clean one by one.
“Sage.” The Dragon reprimanded lightly even though there was no real bite to his words. Blueberry Milk smiled down at him.
“What? Am I not allowed to savor my meal?” He purred gently. Finally reaching a hand down to his incredibly neglected cock and lining it up with the Recluse’s entrance. “After all, we’re not done. Are we, my dear?”
The Recluse whimpered. Pushing his hips ever so slightly down. Blueberry Milk took that as an invitation and pushed himself in with one long brutal thrust. It was divine, finally being inside of that warm heat. Were he a lesser cookie, he’s sure he would’ve unraveled and came the moment he was fully inside. But he wasn’t a lesser cookie, he had control and a desire to see the Recluse completely dissolve.
The dragon’s tail wrapped around his waist again the moment their hips met. Tight and demanding, The Recluse’s final bit of coherency finally, finally snapped.
“Please. Please my dove move, move I can’t take it anymore Please. Please move move I’ll do whatever you want just breed me give me your hatchling and-” The Recluse rambled. Tears fell from the corner of his eyes and Blueberry Milk loved it. Loved seeing the Recluse finally let go of whatever was holding him back. Loved seeing the Recluse finally accept the truth for what is what. That he belonged to Blueberry Milk.
He pulled out slowly, making sure to drag it out just to hear those delicious whimpers and moaning. He sat there, fully out with just the tip inside before thrusting back in harshly. The scream he got for it was perfect.
Blueberry Milk set a punishing pace. Making sure to not let up for a second. Loving the way that the Recluse screamed his praises and moans, not caring for volume anymore. The hand that was on his throat fell off, both of the Recluse’s hands having gone to hold onto his back.
The Recluse’s claws dragged through his dough as the dragon took what Blueberry Milk was giving him. They would have to clean those up but he didn’t care. The only thing on his mind was pleasing the Recluse, making him finally snap.
How desperately he wanted to listen to what the Recluse wanted, to breed him until he was full of their hatchlings but Blueberry Milk had respect for the dragon. He could hold on until they truly talked about how they felt for each other, for the future. If the Recluse even wanted this beyond today.
Blueberry Milk did remember one thing. Carefully, he trailed a finger down the insides of one of the Recluse’s wings. The dragon wailed, his wings curling up and wrapping around both of them. Blueberry Milk didn’t let up.
He wasn’t going to last much longer. He could feel the tension in his gut coiling and beginning to fray. All of the pain, all of the feelings combining and unraveling him faster than he wanted. He could tell his dragon wasn’t too far behind, His tail beginning to twitch and uncurl itself and re curl around his waist was evidence enough.
He snuck the hand that was trailing a line down the Recluse’s wings down to grab at the dragon’s cock. It was still a wonder that the dragon had both instead of just one. It didn’t matter right now. He began to jerk off the Dragon in time with his thrusts. Determined to get the Recluse to let go and come before he did.
It worked like a charm. The Dragon wailed and screamed his moans, beginning to thrash from the pleasure of it all. Blueberry Milk loved it. He had expected to feel the orgasm before anything else.
But the dragon had other ideas. The moment Blueberry Milk felt him clench around his cock, The Recluse flung forward and bit down hard into Blueberry Milk’s shoulder. It was too much for him. He gasped, feeling the other growl into his shoulder.
It threw him off the edge, that coil of tension in his gut finally snapped. Blueberry Milk barely had enough time to pull out before his orgasm finally came for him.
Neither of them moved. The Recluse sat there with his fangs still in Blueberry Milk’s dough and breathing heavily. The Sage whimpered slightly at the blooming pain, already getting aroused again from the sensation.
The Recluse finally let go after what felt like forever. Tongue lapping up the remaining jam that spilt when he let go. Blueberry Milk nearly came again from the sensation alone.
“Should’ve.. Bred me..” The Recluse murmured. Out of breath and clearly still not in his right mind.
Blueberry Milk chuckled, kissing the dragon again who rumbled into it. “Perhaps next time. We need to talk about that before you even think about hatchlings.”
“But I want them with my mate..”
“Not now, my dear Recluse. Next time.”
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The month passed ever so eventfully. Blueberry Milk was not given a moment to rest by himself. The only time they weren’t fucking like rabbits was when the Recluse finally passed out from exhaustion. Blueberry Milk’s body was completely and utterly covered in bite marks and scratches.
The Recluse wasn’t any better. Any part of dough that was uncovered by scales was marked by Blueberry Milk.
The Sage had managed to relieve the dragon's desire to be bred by finally getting him to agree to anal, where he could come inside all he wanted without risk of fertilizing that beautiful egg inside of his dragon.
How desperately he wanted to listen to the cravings of Truthless Recluse in his heat, to give the Recluse a hatchling. But the Sage knows that the dragon would never forgive him.
Blueberry Milk woke up vaguely to hearing Truthless Recluse whimper and whine. It didn’t sound like pleasure this time, though. The Sage sat up and looked over at his pair, concern already beginning to engulf him.
Truthless Recluse sat on his knees with his legs wide open, using his tail to hold himself steady with a hand over his lower abdomen. Blueberry Milk could just faintly see a bump.
It took a moment but he realized what was happening fairly quickly. Kicking off the blankets and kissing the Recluse gently and holding him. “You can do it, my beloved.” He whispered.
The dragon whimpered. A pained gasp fell from his lips. The Recluse leaned into Blueberry Milk, hiding his face in the Sage’s shoulder. Shakily, one of his free hands grabbed Blueberry Milk’s and dragged it down to his cunt.
Blueberry Milk didn’t wait. Just quickly filled Truthless Recluse with his fingers and began spreading his entrance. Making sure not to be too fast, nor too slow. The pained whimpers and whines shifted ever so slightly.
He could feel the other clenching around nothing. But Blueberry Milk did not do anything more than what was asked of him even if silently. Truthless Recluse whimpered and whined. Blueberry Milk watched that bump slowly disappear.
He didn’t need to wonder where it went when the Recluse threw his head back suddenly and Blueberry Milk felt something against his fingers. Something smooth and very much unnatural.
Blueberry Milk pulled his fingers out just in time for the egg that was no bigger than his palm fell out of the dragon and landed gently on the bed. Then another followed shortly after, and a third.
The third was the final one. Truthless Recluse fell into the Sage with a quiet sigh of relief. Blueberry Milk just stared at the white eggs with mild curiosity and amazement.
“Don’t.” Truthless Recluse hissed as if knowing what he was thinking. “They just need to be thrown out.”
Shame. Blueberry Milk knew they were infertile and yet something wanted to attach to them. He pulled the dragon into himself and laid back down. Waving a hand to cast a simple levitation spell to put the eggs on the nightstand for later.
“You did such a good job my dear Recluse.” Blueberry Milk whispered into the dragon's forehead, giving it a kiss. Truthless Recluse shivered. “Perhaps next time they can be hatchlings.”
Truthless Recluse froze at his words. The Sage nearly thought he messed up before the Recluse relaxed. A soft chuckle from his lips. “You believe in my love for you too much.”
But it wasn’t a no. Blueberry Milk grinned and held the Recluse tightly. Pulling back over the blankets and falling asleep holding the dragon tightly to his chest.
Next time. Next time he could ask about hatchlings.
Chapter 2
Notes:
looks off into the distance.
Vibrant Sugar is Eternal Sugar's pre-corrupt name
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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The Sage got kicked out almost the second his Recluse woke up after laying those infertile eggs. He couldn’t even get back in, the dragon having layered up spells and spells on his door and any entrance into the Tower of Deceit.
Truly, he should have expected this. He knew the dragon’s self confidence wasn’t exactly the best. The Sage knew that the dragon would assume the worst the moment there was nothing more to keep them together. He still pushed without care. Blueberry Milk would get the Recluse to accept how he felt. One way or another.
But right now it was painfully dull and boring. His classes and lectures were barely any fun without Truthless Recluse hovering from where he thought Blueberry Milk couldn’t see him. Barely any fun without the threat of a dragon making some students too scared to ask questions, or too bold to ask invasive ones. It was dull.
Watching students get angry over the cold Truth didn’t have its appeal when his other half wasn’t there to scold him for being so brutally honest.
The Sage waited for Truthless Recluse to approach him first. There would be no point going after the dragon like a girl in love, it would just drive the self loathing cookie away. Blueberry Milk knew that after the several times he made the dragon upset in the past. A day or two of separation turned into months when the Sage kept bugging the dragon to come out and talk to him.
Truthless Recluse hated himself for reasons he never opened up to Blueberry Milk but the Sage was determined to make the dragon accept his love at least. He would just have to wait for as long as the dragon needed before they could talk again about what happened… And perhaps talk about hatchlings.
Blueberry Milk shook the thought out of his mind. He was in public, he couldn’t think about that right now. The Sage continued his stroll through the markets, buying some materials he needed for sewing projects and class the next day. Everyone was so kind to him, but he did notice
one
odd thing.
The cookies with dragon lineage seemed to talk to him differently. It was subtler with those who were of ‘lesser blood’ but very much more obvious with those who had ‘strong blood’ in their words. They treated him like a superior, almost worshiping the land he walked on. It was incredibly discomforting and odd.
Blueberry Milk knew Vibrant Sugar would have the answers if he went and asked her, but he was busy and too worried about the Recluse to even think about that. Even if it had only been four days since he was kicked out of the Tower of Deceit.
“Professor?” the cookie in front of him spoke up. Blueberry Milk cringed and handed over the gold required for his purchase and walked away with a smile he didn’t feel.
He wished the Recluse would talk to him… If only so the Sage could force his precious little dragon to accept the truth for what it was. That he loved the dragon… That the Recluse deserved to be loved.
The markets were unusually quiet today. The Sage knew it wasn’t anything trying to possess them but it still felt odd. As if the entire kingdom decided today was a day not to come out on, save for a select few shopkeeps.
It was frustrating, he had to skip half of what he intended to buy just because their stalls or shops were closed. No one would even give him an answer on the sudden closing, not even those with dragon lineage! They all dodged the question as if they couldn’t answer it, and when pressed he saw the tell tale signs of Truthless Recluse’s magic.
Glazed eyes, a confused expression and almost not knowing how they got there. Whatever was going on, it was because of Truthless Recluse and it wasn’t getting fixed. The Sage knew reasonably he had to go up to the Tower of Deceit and knock some sense back into the dragon but…
Truthless Recluse wasn’t hurting anyone. Just making them not want to come outside, that was fine. It didn’t hurt them like the Recluse had done before, this was fine he could deal with it. He could deal with the fact that the Recluse was pushing him away so much that he fell into habits that the Sage thought they broke.
It didn’t hurt. It couldn’t hurt. Blueberry Milk could force the Recluse to see the truth again when he was feeling better. Force Truthless Recluse to break that habit again and make him feel so much better than he was now. He could. He would.
Blueberry Milk wasn’t going to get his shopping done today. It would be easier to come out tomorrow. To see who was out and who wasn’t…
The Sage noticed an odd shadow covering him once he got closer to his house. It was odd, it clearly wasn’t a cloud but it almost looked like a…
A dragon picked him up in its claws and soared off. At first, the Sage was just about ready to tear apart whoever decided they would prey on him. The spell was just at his fingertips until he saw where they were going. The Tower of Deceit. Relief flooded him as he finally took a look at the dragon carrying him. Black-blue scales with some golden ones dotted here and there, and a gentle grip that felt almost punishing.
It barely took them five minutes to get to the Tower of Deceit. Truthless Recluse landed just before it, letting go of the Sage before changing back into his cookie form. He looked worse. The eyebags he had were somehow even deeper than the last time Blueberry Milk saw them.
“My dear Recluse..” He took a step forward, reaching a hand out to the Recluse. Truthless Recluse looked at him with a look completely unfamiliar on him. Want.
Blueberry Milk didn’t have a chance to properly think about why he looked so needy. Not when his wrist was grabbed by Truthless Recluse and he was dragged into the tower, up the stairs and back into that bedroom he has spent so long with the dragon in.
There was no carefulness in the way Blueberry Milk was thrown back onto the bed, and this time Truthless Recluse crawled over him. The Recluse’s wings spread wide almost to try and intimidate, and that slim tail wrapped itself around his waist again.
“My.. My Dear Recluse!” Blueberry Milk laughed awkwardly, watching the dragon raise a claw and begin to tear through his clothing. “Care to explain what's going on..?!”
“You are getting your reward.” The Recluse murmured. Blueberry Milk shivered as another hand trailed down his side. “You were so…”
The Recluse hesitated. The claw cutting through his clothing froze and so did the hand going down his side. The Sage could see the fear in his eyes. He smiled in return and relaxed. That seemed to spur the Recluse back on.
“You were so good to me.” The Recluse murmured again, his hands moving and finally stripping the Sage bare. Blueberry Milk watched an unnatural flush come to Truthless Recluse’s cheeks. It was beautiful, it was everything he ever wanted.
“Are you- Crumbs!” Blueberry Milk tried to speak but Truthless Recluse wrapping a hand around his completely uncovered cock unwound him. The dragon's claws were digging into his dough ever so slightly. It hurt, it was amazing.
Truthless Recluse chuckled above him. It was deep and rich and the Sage could almost feel it rumble in his dough. Blueberry Milk whimpered beneath the dragon. Truthless Recluse looked at him sweetly, hungrily. It was odd. It was new from the Recluse. He’s always drowned himself in some form of apathy.
“Do you want me?” Truthless Recluse asked anyway. Even beneath the confidence that he pretended to have, the Sage could hear the fear. The desperation for someone to love him. Blueberry Milk knew he could break everything he’d been building right now if he said the wrong thing.
“I want all of you.” He whispered. The Sage knew Truthless Recluse could hear his words anyways with his enchanted hearing. The tighter grip on his cock confirmed it. The way that the Recluse looked almost about to cry. Just as quickly as that relief came, it disappeared into a hungry look that was entirely unfamiliar on his dear Recluse’s face.
“Good.” The Recluse whispered just as quietly. “I won’t let you go after this.”
Blueberry Milk wanted to respond, wanted to tell the Recluse he didn’t want him to let go either but that died in his throat when Truthless Recluse grabbed his hips and pulled him up. The Sage yelped a little, flailing as his legs were put over Truthless Recluse’s shoulders as the dragon leaned back to sit on his knees.
“My dear!” he laughed nervously, fidgeting in the awkward position he was now in on his back. “Quite the position you have us in! Do tell me what’s going through your head now?”
He was just speaking to get any kind of control back, to know what was going to happen. He couldn’t read the Recluse’s emotions ever. Nothing about him gave anything away and certainly not now with his cock nearly pressed to the Recluse’s face.
“... Do you want to change?” The Recluse murmured into Blueberry Milk’s thigh. Of course, the Sage knew what his dragon meant entirely. It was sweet that even now Truthless Recluse cared so deeply.
It barely took any conscious thought to change his body. He shivered at the way the Recluse’s breath felt on his cunt. Shivered at the way he saw the Recluse’s eyes dart down from his face to the cunt now in front of his face. The hunger that multiplied tenfold made Blueberry Milk want to come right then and there. He didn’t though.
Truthless Recluse leaned forward and pushed his slim and long tongue over his folds, pushing ever so slightly at his entrance. Blueberry Milk choked on his own spit. His hands flew up and grabbed the Recluse’s blond hair tightly. Choking out a moan as Truthless Recluse’s tongue finally pushed in and invaded him completely. It swirled around and pressed every part of his walls. It felt heavenly, it was too much.
The Recluse’s tail climbed its way up Blueberry Milk’s chest, flicking a nipple slightly as the Recluse’s tongue pressed a spot that made him see stars. The Sage didn’t bother to try and hide his moans, he wanted Truthless Recluse to know exactly how much he loved this. How much he didn’t want the dragon to stop.
Truthless Recluse rumbled slightly, the vibrations shot straight through the Sage with the dragon this close. Blueberry Milk whimpered through his moaning, holding on tightly. It felt like too much. The Sage knew that Truthless Recluse’s tongue wasn’t really that big, he’s had it down his throat enough times to know it was relatively small comparatively to the other parts of the Recluse’s body, but right now it felt so big. Far too big and it kept pushing into his walls and making him see stars.
“Cuh.. Close!” He whimpered. Pulling on Truthless’ hair in an attempt to get him to stop or slow down. He didn’t. If anything his tongue began to get faster, beginning to thrust and wriggle inside of him. Pushing and stretching him far, far more than normal. It hurt, it felt so good. He wanted it to hurt more.
All of it was pooling in his gut like a ball of string pulled tighter and tighter. It hurt, he loved it.
Truthless Recluse ran his claws down the sides of his thighs, leaving marks and the Sage knew it drew jam. He could feel the pain, feel his jam falling down his thighs and onto the bed beneath them. It was too much, far too much. That tight coil in his gut finally snapped and he screamed, arching his back up and pushing his hips straight into Truthless’ face.
The Recluse kept eating him out, never once stopping his tongue and forcing the Sage to endure it all. The oversensitivity hurt so much. Even as the Sage came down from the orgasm, Truthless Recluse did not stop. He slowed his tongue ever so slightly, giving Blueberry Milk a moment of respite before speeding up again.
The Sage wailed. The pain of oversensitivity washed away back into pleasure and that coil in his gut began to wind up again. Truthless Recluse’s hands began to travel his body. Claws dug into his dough and left painful scratches all over him. His claws hurt so much but it only made everything feel so much better. The pain added to everything he was feeling. He felt disgusting and it was wonderful.
The tip of Truthless Recluse’s tongue flicked his cervix and he snapped. Orgasm washed over him and he wrapped his legs around Truthless’ head, pulling him further in even though he physically couldn’t be. He felt Truthless Recluse growl slightly and it sent a wave of satisfaction through him, even through everything the brutal orgasm raging through him.
Truthless Recluse didn’t let up. The Sage lost count how many times he came to the Recluse’s tongue, lost track of how long it's been since the dragon began eating him out so aggressively. Spreading him wide open, making him so loose that even the tongue inside of him didn’t even hurt anymore.
The Recluse made up for the pain by continuing to scratch at him, leaving marks and jam all over his dough and making his head spin. Sometimes even growling deep and long just for the vibrations to echo through his dough and bones.
Blueberry Milk wished that he would just choke him already, make him beg for air and pass out. He knew that the scratching was the only compromise he’d get with Truthless Recluse being sound of mind.
The Sage hadn’t been able to close his mouth for a while, wouldn’t close it. He wanted the Recluse to know exactly what he was doing to Blueberry Milk. He wanted the fool of a recluse to know how much he adored the punishing pace, the endless stretching and fucking with his tongue. The scratching of every part of his exposed body.
Blueberry Milk hoped the Recluse could feel how much he loved him through it.
The tongue inside of him finally stopped moving, sitting there for a moment before Truthless Recluse began pulling it out. It was an odd feeling, an amazing feeling. The Sage weakly came again just from the sensation of it finally leaving his hole. Blueberry Milk weakly looked up at Truthless Recluse who sat up tall. The Sage shivered watching him lick up all the slick left over on his chin and mouth.
“You did so well.” Truthless’ voice was slightly hoarse. Blueberry Milk adored how he sounded like this. The Recluse gently lowered his hips back onto the bed, the ache in his hips was delicious. It added to all of this.
“Wha.. What now..” The Sage spoke softly, it hurt to speak with how loud he was moaning that entire time. Watching Truthless Recluse smirk sent a shiver of fear and anticipation down his spine. Oh he wasn’t going to be able to walk for weeks.
Truthless Recluse pulled his hands off of the Sage, despite his whines. Ever so slowly he got rid of the layers on him, throwing them away and revealing the more.. Draconic form he had this time.
The scales that only covered his sides had completely engulfed his hips, little frills of a golden color were wrapped around his hips too, almost like handles. Instinctively, the Sage knew they were too fragile to be used like that. Curiously, he noticed a few white scales here and there. They stood out perfectly, almost like freckles.
… There were magic sigils scarred into his flesh. The Sage didn’t need to look closely to know they were sealing sigils, restriction and even weakening ones. There was one for tearing apart the soul but it was half finished. As if Truthless Recluse had managed to escape before that one was finished.
“.. My dear..” he rasped, “Why are you..?”
“You laid claim to me, is it not only fair I show you more of myself?” The Sage’s eyes lowered down to Truthless’ crotch. He could see the dragon's pretty cunt but above it, usually where the more normal cock was there was a slit. It was barely open, leaking a clear liquid.
A shot of fear and anticipation went through him as Truthless Recluse carefully took one of the Sage’s hands and brought it to that slit. Forcing him to sit up just to touch it.
It was wet and soft. Blueberry Milk couldn’t help pushing two fingers into it. He relished in the way that Truthless Recluse whimpered above him the further his fingers went into this mysterious slit. It nearly consumed his entire hand. Truthless Recluse pushed his wrist more.
The Sage pushed his entire hand into the slit and shivered at the moan his Recluse gave. He froze when his hand collided with something inside of the slit. It was hard and from what he could feel, lined with ridges. Excitement bubbled up in him.
Blueberry Milk wrapped a hand around one of the cocks hidden deep within that slit and began to coax them out. Carefully running his hand over it deep inside of the slit, feeling the way the more he played with them the more they came out. It barely took any time for those two cocks to pop out.
Witches they were big. Both of them were as big as his forearm. The Sage knew they would hurt to take and Blueberry Milk wanted that pain so deeply in his bones. Being able to see both of them the Sage looked at the ridges with lust. They curled around those two cocks, protruding in such a way that he knew they would hit every part inside of him perfectly.
The underside was covered in a line of those same ridges, perfectly spaced out lines that looked like they were meant to keep those two cocks seated inside of whoever was lucky enough to have them. Force whatever cookie to take them. Everything in him knew that they would hurt and feel so good as they popped inside of him one at a time, inch by inch.
Crumbs. Crumbs he wanted it. Needed it.
The Sage didn’t even hesitate on leaning back, spreading his legs wide and presenting his already stretched cunt for the Dragon. Truthless Recluse’s hungry gaze made him feel so small and it was perfect. Blueberry Milk reached a hand down and pulled open his folds, just to make himself more appealing. He knew it worked when Truthless’ gaze snapped down.
The growl that engulfed him was mesmerizing, he wanted more of them from his Recluse’s throat. The Sage wanted to hear how much he affected the dragon. How much the dragon wanted him.
To know Truthless Recluse loved him too.
Truthless Recluse grabbed him by the hips and pulled them together. His cocks didn’t go in but Blueberry Milk could feel the ridges push by his folds, brushing against his clit. It sent electric shocks of pleasure through him and the moan he let out was down right whorish.
“Beg.” Truthless Recluse leaned in and whispered into his ear. Blueberry Milk whimpered.
“Make me.” It was foolish, challenging the dragon like this. But he wasn’t going down without a fight and if his pride and dignity were to be destroyed again today, he would make the Recluse take it all. Force him to take it.
Truthless Recluse looked at him like he was a bug. It was amazing. Blueberry Milk wanted more of that and smirked up at his Recluse. “What? Too scared to- AH!”
He was cut off in the middle of his taunt by Truthless moving his hips slightly, that cock between his folds moving back and forth and hitting his clit just right. It was tantalizing. It hurt. It felt so perfect. It wasn’t enough.
Blueberry Milk didn’t want to break yet. He couldn’t break yet. He couldn’t.
But it was so tempting. Truthless Recluse didn’t scratch him. The dragon just kept thrusting forward between his cunt’s folds. Hitting his clit with every bump and ridge of his cocks. Occasionally pulling back just enough for the tip to catch his entrance. It hurt whenever it was flicked out, just to trail across his clit and make him see stars.
It was too much. It was too little. Blueberry Milk wanted at least one of those damn cocks inside of him.
“Please.” He broke.
Truthless Recluse hummed. A light growl to the hum made the Sage whimper. He felt humiliated like this, begging for cock. The smirk the Recluse wore meant he knew exactly what he was doing to the Sage. Knew that he was driving him insane.
“Please what?” His dragon purred.
The Sage sobbed at a particularly forceful thrust forward. His entire body felt on fire and he felt empty. Too empty. “Please just fill me I want you to fuck me, breed me, I don’t CARE just take me!”
Truthless Recluse’s smirk got wider, sharper. It melted into something soft and loving. It made the Sage sob. He could feel tears trailing down his face. It made him so happy that the Recluse looked at him with love after so many years. After so long of begging for it.
Truthless pulled back and lined his bottom cock up. The tip was big, it was so big and Blueberry Milk wanted it to hurt. It did hurt when the Recluse started to push in. The stretching he had done with his tongue was just enough that it didn’t break him. But it still hurt. Exactly how he liked it.
The Sage forced himself to relax, to take all of it. It was big, it was painful. It hit him in all the right places and feeling each bump, each ridge slowly pop inside of him and trail all over his walls. Pushing him in ways that they never had before during sex made him see stars. It made the pain so much more exciting. So much more liberating and it felt like he would drown in the pleasure.
Truthless Recluse bottomed out far too quickly. Blueberry Milk exhaled harshly and it felt like he could barely breathe with that cock inside of him. It was pushed right up against his cervix, pushing it ever so slightly. It hurt and he loved it.
… For some reason he still felt too loose around the cock inside of him. It hurt but not like he was stretched full.
Truthless Recluse pulled out. The Sage whimpered and moaned at the feeling of it all popping out of him. He was so ready for what the Recluse wanted to give him, ready to feel every ridge and bump and be bred full and-
And he felt the second cock’s head begin to push in with the first. Alarm flooded him. There wasn’t a way it would fit. It couldn’t fit he wasn’t baked to take two of those giant things at once. “It won’t fit.” He hissed.
The Recluse smirked and kept pushing. The Sage wailed at the pain, feeling himself being forced to open up. It hurt exactly how it should have. It felt so good he felt like he was on fire.
“You can take them.” The Recluse told him, commanded by him. Blueberry Milk would. But instinct told him to get away. Instinct made him claw at the bedsheets, grabbing them and trying to push himself away from the cocks trying to bully their way into him.
Truthless Recluse growled. He grabbed the Sage’s wrists and pulled his arms fully out, using them as leverage to pull him back down. Forcing Blueberry Milk to take it. Forcing him to take exactly what he wanted from the Recluse and let the Recluse take what he wanted in return.
Blueberry Milk threw his head back without thinking about it, staring with wide eyes up at the ceiling as he felt both of those cocks enter him. The burn was beautiful, heavenly. It filled his entire both with a heat that he never wanted to forget. Inch by inch, ridge by ridge those two cocks entered him.
His voice sounded broken already. Half aborted moans and shrieks fell from his open mouth. The Sage knew he was crying. He knew that the Recluse was staring at his tears with hunger. The Sage knew that the dragon liked seeing him cry even if he never admitted it.
It felt like ecstasy when the Recluse’s hips finally met his own. Those two cocks buried deep inside of his cunt and piercing him open and pushing on his walls in ways he hadn’t felt before. His mind was painfully empty; he couldn't think of anything else.
Blueberry Milk exhaled slowly. He felt like he was choking with nothing around his throat. That full feeling had multiplied tenfold. Every inch of his cunt was full. It felt like his mind was breaking. The Sage felt so floaty.
Blueberry Milk was still aware though. He wasn’t broken yet but he knew the moment Truthless began to move, the moment that he deemed the Sage ready enough to begin fucking into it was over for him. He would break and get hopelessly addicted to this feeling.
“Good?” The Recluse asked anyway. Blueberry Milk could hear the hint of fear in his voice. Even after forcing the Sage to take him, Truthless Recluse still worried. It made him feel loved.
“Pa… paer… perfuct..” the words came out slurred, almost like he was drunk. The Sage may as well be cock drunk at this point. Witches, he wanted the dragon to move already. “More.. Muhve.. Move.. Pluhse..”
Truthless Recluse let go of one of his arms, letting it fall onto the bed. He used that free hand to begin trailing a claw down the Sage’s chest, reopening wounds that had just begun to scab over. Blueberry Milk sobbed. Clenching hard around the cocks inside of him and moaning.
It hurt so much. It wasn’t enough he needed it to hurt more, he needed Truthless to begin moving. He needed the dragon to fuck into him like he was a doll and use him. Hurt him, fuck him full of his cum and make him pregnant.
Blueberry Milk finally looked back at Truthless Recluse, just to see his face. But he was drawn away from that, something more interesting catching his eye. He looked at his lower abdomen and saw it. A bulge sitting there perfectly from where those two cocks were inside of him.
The Sage nearly came right then and there from the sight.
Truthless Recluse pulled his free hand and ran it over the bulge. Almost as if the bastard was waiting for the Sage to look down at it. It felt so good. He could feel the way his insides were pushed from the outside, the way it pushed more of him onto those cocks. Blueberry Milk threw his head back again and let out a weak moan.
“Mov.. Mov.. Pluhse.. Do anything.. Move.. Move..” He begged. He needed the Recluse to move so badly.
He got his wish. Finally, Truthless Recluse slowly pulled out. Inch by inch. Blueberry Milk wailed out a moan. Broken and sobbing. It felt so good, it hurt so much. He needed it to hurt more and more; he needed those to push back into him fast and hard.
The Recluse waited until the tips were the only thing in, until the Sage felt painfully empty to begin pushing back in. It was slow, but faster than it was when he was pushing in for the first time. It hurt. It felt like he was in the clouds.
Broken wails and moans kept falling from his lips as he felt every part of his walls rub against those ridges, those bumps on the two cocks inside of him. It felt divine. It felt like he was being torn apart. He didn’t want it to stop.
Blueberry Milk didn’t want Truthless Recluse to stop loving him.
Truthless Recluse kept thrusting into him slowly. Ever so slowly picking up the pace as if he were trying to keep the Sage from breaking. It was far too late for that. Every part of him was on fire, every part of his mind was shattered. All he could think about was the Recluse and everything inside of him.
He could only think about the way those two cocks hit every spot inside of himself perfectly and hurt him like a divine punishment. It was cruel, it was perfect. It was everything the Sage ever needed. He needed the Recluse to breed him. Make him so full he had no choice but to get pregnant.
His dragon picked up the pace, gone was the slow and he finally began thrusting into him hard and fast. Treating him like a doll, treating him like a bitch to breed. It was divine, it was hell. Blueberry Milk didn’t want it to stop. He wanted to be bred full.
He wanted Truthless Recluse to love him properly. The Sage wanted all of Truthless Recluse’s love. Blueberry Milk wanted to be full of it.
Truthless Recluse leaned forward through the thrusting and began to bite and suck on the Sage’s dough. Leaving marks all over, making sure he knew who he belonged to. The Recluse didn’t even have to, Blueberry Milk could never love another cookie besides him anyways.
Truthless’ teeth were sharper in this form he took. They tore into his dough so much more swiftly and tore jam from him quicker than before. It was divine, it was hell it was everything he ever needed.
He was going to pass out. But he didn’t want the Recluse to stop even if he did. “Ush.. AH! Use muh!” He barely got out. Desperately he wished the Recluse understood but Blueberry Milk knew he didn’t. It made him angry, upset. He cried more.
The Recluse latched onto one of his nipples and began to suck on it, bite it. Blueberry Milk was going insane and the Recluse was to blame. He loved it he hated it he loved it he loved it he loved it he loved it he loved it he loved it he loved it he loved it he loved it he loved it he loved it he loved it-
Something was prodding at his entrance through the rough fucking. Through Truthless Recluse fucking him like a bitch in heat. It kept getting bigger and bigger, threatening to push in and lock them together. Blueberry Milk wanted it so bad, needed it so bad. Needed Truthless to fuck him full of hatchlings and then the Sage could do the same next time Truthless Recluse let him top.
The Sage didn’t want to top again after this. Blueberry Milk needed to get Truthless Recluse bred full of hatchlings. The Sage needed to be fucked full and impregnated. Blueberry Milk needed to make Truthless Recluse writhe under his touch and beg to have his eggs fertilized.
It was all too much. He could barely keep himself conscious. The Recluse was pushing those cocks back into him further and further and he could feel whatever was at the base of them getting bigger and bigger and it-
It popped in. The knot at the base of Truthless’ two cocks popped into him. The tip of both of them pushed flush against his cervix and Blueberry Milk could feel it. Truthless Recluse cumming deep in him and filling his womb up perfectly and it’d impregnant him perfectly he’d carry his dragon’s children and-
“Ush.. Use me..” Blueberry Milk managed to get out before he passed out.
- - - - - - -
… Perhaps he did too much. Truthless Recluse leaned up from the Sage’s limp body. He was completely knocked out, breathing heavily and completely at Truthless’ mercy like this.
‘Use me’... There wasn’t a possibility the Sage truly meant to fuck him while he slept. They were bound by the knot for a while, surely the foolish Sage would wake up before that…
‘Use me’......
He was disgusting. Truthless Recluse leaned forward and began to kiss the Sage’s neck. Being gentle, making sure not to nip and draw anymore jam. The Sage wasn’t awake to demand pain right now, the Recluse could take it as slow as he wanted.
He grinded slightly into the Sage, feeling himself just pushing barely on their cervix. Almost pushing into his womb. The Recluse wouldn’t let that happen, but it was an interesting feeling.
‘Use me’....
Bah. If the Sage truly wanted Truthless Recluse to use him, he would. He’d stuff this fool full of himself and keep going until he begged to be let go. Pure Vanilla knew Blueberry Milk would never ask to be let go.
He was pathetic. Using him like this… Yet it made his chest feel fuzzy. That the Sage would let him do this… Let Truthless Recluse use him like a doll while he was asleep. The foolish Sage trusted him…
A monster, a dragon condemned to banishment… The original owner of the Sage’s powers. Yet the Sage trusted him. Trusted him completely despite everything.
The Sage should hate him. Should despise Truthless Recluse with all of his heart yet he was here. On his cocks, passed out and had begged to be used. Of course Truthless Recluse knew the Sage enough that he was asking to be used while asleep. Of course he did.
The fool had wormed his way into the Recluse’s stone heart and made it beat again. He’d have to be dense to not understand what his beloved wanted of him.
… His knots were deflated enough.
Truthless Recluse pulled out slowly. Admiring the way his cum spilt out of the Sage’s cunt when he pulled completely out. But he was still hard, and he wouldn’t be done with the Sage for a while. He begged oh so nicely to be used…
Truthless would be a horrible partner to reject the begging of the one who would be carrying his children.
Truthless Recluse flipped the Sage over, so he was laying on his chest with his hips in the air. With his cunt presented perfectly to him to get ravaged again. Truthless Recluse pushed both of his cocks back into the Sage.
There wasn’t any resistance like this, having already been spread open before. The cum still inside of the Sage’s cunt made the glide easier. Getting fully seated inside was easy.
The Sage didn’t wake up. Soft little moans fell from his mouth. They contrasted the screaming and whining the Sage was doing before, when he was awake to feel it all. Truthless Recluse growled without meaning to.
He used the Sage’s sleeping body like a doll. Something to fuck into and not care for. He left more scratches on the Sage’s back, making sure he would hurt every second. Just like how the Sage liked it.
It felt disgustingly good to fuck into the Sage like this. To not be fought back, to not have the Sage unconsciously challenging him with every thrust. It felt disgusting that he liked this. Liked the Sage unable to fight back.
He hated that he liked it. That he wanted to ask the Sage to do this again. To fuck him while he was unconscious again. Truthless Recluse was a horrid, wretched thing for liking this. For wanting it to happen again for even wanting to ask the Sage to do the same to him.
Truthless Recluse felt his knots swelling again. He didn’t care. The Sage would take it all and more. He’d get bred full and then again and again once they had their hatchlings and then they’d have such a big family, and then once they grew up he’d fuck the Sage pregnant again and-
Truthless Recluse whined into the sleeping Sage’s nape as his knots popped into the Sage again, cumming inside of him and filling his womb up all over again. He laid there over the sleeping Sage and panted heavily.
He felt disgusting. Wretched. He was a monster for doing this even if the Sage told him to. The Sage would hate him, they’d fall apart and everything the Recluse had now would disappear. He’d be abandoned again just like everyone else before the Sage.
He’d be sealed back up in that darkness..
Truthless Recluse whimpered. He tried to push the thoughts away, forcing them under the veil of apathy he usually wore but staring at the sleeping face of the Sage made it impossible. He was worthless, a monster for doing this. For feeling like this.
Truthless Recluse pulled the Sage on his side, spooning him gently with his knots still inside of the Sage. The Sage moaned as they moved. Disgust at himself and worry for the Sage filled Truthless Recluse. He made sure the Sage wouldn’t be hurt before wrapping his arms around the Sage’s chest gently. Wrapping his wings around them even gentler.
Truthless Recluse hid his face in the nape of the sleeping Sage. Just wanting to embrace his Sage before eventually being yelled at, abandoned for being such a disgusting fool and doing that to him while asleep. Before the Sage told him that he hated him. That all of this was a ploy, just to get closer. Just to make the dragon believe he had something before being sealed away again. Before being subjected to that endless darkness again.
Pure Vanilla didn’t want to be in that endless hell again.
So Truthless Recluse sat there, cuddling his dearest Sage until he woke up. Listening to his soft breathing, trailing a hand softly over every feature he could before he would be forced to lose it all.
Before the Sage told Pure Vanilla just how much he hated him.
- - - - - - - -
Blueberry Milk woke up in significantly less pain he thought he would’ve. His dough and bones still ached, he was still plugged full with those cocks but..
Truthless Recluse was quietly sobbing.
Shock went through the Sage. Truthless never cried. Fear next. Why was he crying..? Had something gone wrong when he was asleep..? Blueberry Milk raised a hand up and gently cupped Truthless’ cheek. The dragon froze and the quiet sobbing stopped.
“.. You’re awake.” He said. The Sage recognized that tone of voice immediately. Apathetic, detached. Waiting for something to happen that he couldn’t care about.
“I am. What’s wrong?” Blueberry Milk kept his voice steady and quiet.
The Recluse didn’t speak. The Sage knew he was waiting for something, for him to say the next thing. To say the thing he had been preparing himself for the entire time that he had been asleep. Blueberry Milk had an inkling of a feeling of what it was. But he had to make sure.
“Did you enjoy using me?” Blueberry Milk hoped the dragon did. From the way Truthless Recluse tensed up though…
“Why?”
Ah, there it was. The root of all that needless worry. The Sage smiled, trying to keep the bite down. Trying to keep hidden how much he would enjoy making Truthless Recluse see the truth and be shattered by it.
“Because I wanted you to, my dear Recluse!” Blueberry Milk grinned, “I wanted you to destroy me and make me yours even when I can’t tell you how much I love it.”
Truthless Recluse froze. “You’re lying.” he hissed.
The Sage’s grin turned into a razor sharp smirk. “Am i? Or do you just not want to accept that perhaps I wanted it. Just like you wanted it. That I love whatever you give me.”
“Stop it.”
“Truthless, I want to love everything you do to me. Every word you give me and every feeling. I’m so glad you finally fucked me full, you won’t be able to escape anymore and I love it.”
“Sage..”
“Come on. Call me by my name, my beloved Recluse.”
“I..”
“I love you, Truthless.”
“...”
“Truthless?”
“I love you too, Blueberry Milk.”
Notes:
Two specific people on twitter inspired me to do this - you know who you are.
Truthless cannot go a since fic without being angsty mc angster im not sorry. porn with feelings.
Chapter 3
Notes:
References for this chapter:
Pre corrupt names:
Vibrant Sugar = Eternal Sugar
Charred Spice = Burning Spice
Shining Salt = Silent Salt
White Flour = Mystic Flour
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Dear Sage of Truth,
We formally invite you to the thirtieth anniversary of the alliance between the Muse of Passion, Queen Hollyberry and the Red Dragon. Starting on the dawn of the 23rd day of the month of Abundance, there shall be a three day celebration.
Attached to this letter are instructions on formal wear, and directions to the hotel you will stay at. We hope to see you there.
Hi Blue!
Gosh it’s been a while since i’ve written a proper letter to you. I think the last one I sent was all the way back when Saffron was baked! I’m so sorry that I haven’t sent another one! I got so wrapped up in my duties and other things that I forgot!
Anyywayyyssss~ The hotel you’ll stay at is the same one as before! Cranberry Hotel. Third floor, biggest room with the balcony and personal bath this time! “Sugar, why the big room?” I hear you asking, my dear Blue!
That’s because I want you to bring that dragon you’ve been romancing! “I didn’t tell any of you about that!” I hear you screaming. Psssh. You think I wouldn’t find out? Pavlova told me all about it when he went to your kingdom and saw you get picked up by a dragon! In broad daylight! Then you went missing for a week and came back to town with a limp???
I want to meet this dragon! If you don’t bring him, I'll be mad! Anyways this is getting long. I’ll see you at the party! Hollyberry promises there’ll be a lot of juice for you!
Vibrant Sugar, Muse of Passion
Blueberry Milk hummed to himself. He looked at the two letters currently in front of him on his desk in mild amusement. Sitting on Truthless’ lap while the dragon read a book and grinding passively against the two cocks he was currently warming inside of him.
The Sage turned ever so slightly, holding in the moan that threatened to fall out of him to wave the two letters in front of the Recluse’s face. He tried to move them away from his line of sight but the Sage just put them back.
Truthless got this look of annoyance before closing his book and looking directly at the Sage. “We’ve gotten an invitation to visit Sugar and Hollyberryy~” He knew that Truthless would deny coming.
“I hope you have fun then, Blueberry.” The Recluse murmured. Already going to open the book he was reading again before Blueberry Milk grabbed it and politely threw it across the room. Truthless Recluse growled lightly and it sent shocks of pleasure through him just by hearing it.
“You’re coming with me, dear.” the Sage smirked at the way Truthless Recluse’s face fell for just half a second before going back to his ever stoic expression. “Come on now, It won’t be that bad my dear!”
“It will be a room full of people. I have no desire to deal with your politics, either.” Truthless spoke softly, hands reaching down to Blueberry Milk’s waist and holding him tightly. The Sage quickly put the letters back down on the table with a soft whimper. “People who won’t be as accepting as you and your town.”
Truthless lifted him up gently and pushed him back down. The sudden movement made him shake, feeling every ridge and every place those two cocks touched. The Sage braced himself on the edge of the table in front of him and whimpered out a moan, letting Truthless continue to thrust deeper and deeper.
“I- hng- won’t let them my- Crumbs, more, there- faster Truthless!” The Sage tried, he well and truly did but he was seeing stars after so long of just sitting there with those two cocks in his cunt. Blueberry Milk felt so sensitive in ways that they hadn’t gotten to before. Every drag, every push felt like it was robbing him of all thoughts.
The Recluse behind him exhaled sharply and stood up, bending Blueberry Milk over the desk in front of them and sending papers and letters flying everywhere. The chair they had been sitting in together fell backwards onto the floor and neither of them cared.
The Sage whimpered from the movement, from how much deeper those two cocks were inside of him now. He was so very glad that he had spent time warming them and adjusting to their size. The first thrust was brutal, it shook him forward and he had to scramble just to find something to grab onto while Truthless pulled out.
Truthless leaned over him while thrusting, biting the back of his neck and growling into it. Blueberry Milk was seeing stars, moaning and whimpering. It felt so good, it hurt so much. It was the perfect blend that both of them knew he adored. The Sage wanted Truthless to knot him. They both knew he wouldn’t get pregnant, he made sure the chance of it was so astronomically low that unless Truthless fucked him for a month straight, it wouldn’t take.
Witches did the Sage wish it would though. Walking into that party with a noticeable baby bump. The moan he let out was down right sinful, helped by the Recluse hitting every spot inside of him perfectly.
Blueberry Milk could feel the twin knots. He got enough strength to begin moving his hips in time with Truthless Recluse, loving the way it made everything feel better and made the Recluse bite his neck even harder. He was going to cum at this rate and he wanted Truthless to knot him. Knot him over and over again until he was pregnant with their children and-
The full knots popped in. The pain was wonderful and feeling Truthless Recluse finally fill him up sent Blueberry Milk over the edge and cum. Tensing up and feeling every inch of those two damn cocks like this.
It took him a few minutes to come down from the high. He could feel Truthless Recluse had let go of his neck and was currently licking it clean, rubbing little circles into his hips in apology. They were both stuck here like this and the Sage couldn’t have asked for anything better.
“Just because you fucked me stupid doesn’t mean you’re getting out of coming with me to the party.” The Sage felt so much gratification at the soft whimper Truthless Recluse let out.
- - - - - - -
“Sage, is this
truly
needed?” Truthless Recluse looked uncomfortable, standing perfectly still in the changing room in nothing but his black leotard. The Sage hummed in response, pulling up suits and even dresses towards Truthless’ large form.
None of them looked right. Either the wrong shade of blue, too much of a black or too revealing for Blueberry Milk’s taste. He even tried gold! But it paired oddly as a main color. That wouldn’t do, at this rate it’d be easier just to make the damn thing himself but they barely had a week until they needed to depart to make it in time for the party. So he would have to live with premade items.
“Yes! It is!” Blueberry Milk threw another suit out to the attendant who was patiently waiting outside of the changing room. “You must look good and not in your daily attire!”
Truthless Recluse sighed gently. The Sage knew that meant he felt like he didn’t deserve any of this but the Truth was cruel. Blueberry Milk smirked ever so slightly, enjoying the way that the Recluse squirmed under his own self loathing.
Blueberry Milk popped his head out of the changing room and looked at the mildly tired attendant with a sharp grin. Her eyes widened seeing him and she straightened up quickly. A practiced smile on her face.
“More dresses and suits please, Colors should be the same and perhaps you could add on two that you think would work. Oh, No more revealing dresses.” The Sage ordered carefully. The store attendant nodded, ready to walk off. The annoyed thump of Truthless’ tail showed how much he cared for what the Sage had just asked for and it just made his grin even sharper. “Actually, more revealing dresses please.”
“
Sage!
” Hearing the Recluse’s scandalized yell filled him with satisfaction untold.
- - - - -
They hadn’t been able to find a suit in time. None of the ones that the Sage looked at were right. None of them suited Truthless Recluse at all and he hated it. So regrettably, he would be coming without anything fancy to wear.
Blueberry Milk just hoped that Vibrant Sugar would forgive him for this crime, and possibly give Truthless a suit to borrow that she deemed acceptable. He just hoped it would at least look half decent.
The hollyberry markets were bustling as ever, almost more alive than ever with the upcoming party in just two days. There were people running around, chatting and living life peacefully. Symbols of two hearts, one rightside up and the other upside down, were everywhere. The symbol of the two Queen mothers.
The Sage was ever so grateful that Vibrant Sugar had found a way to keep Hollyberry with her for the rest of their immortal life. Grateful that despite everything, he didn’t need to find ways to keep the Recluse by his side.
… Speaking of his dragon…
Truthless Recluse had his wings pulled taught around himself as they walked, almost trying to use them to shield himself from the noise of the markets. His tail was wrapped somewhere beneath his clothing, perhaps around a leg. Blueberry Milk felt bad for the sound sensitive dragon, but not quite enough.
They had nearly gotten to their hotel when Truthless Recluse suddenly stopped. It took the Sage just a second to stop with him and turn to see what had caught his eye. Truthless was kneeling slightly down by a booth, holding up some accessory Blueberry Milk couldn’t see at this angle.
So he floated over, curiously leaning over the dragon’s shoulder to see what he was holding. It was an eight pointed gold star shaped brooch with what appeared to be a sapphire in the center of it. Truthless rolled it around in his hand a little bit. The sapphire shone beautifully under the sun. It was well and truly beautiful.
Blueberry Milk felt an unwarranted hint of envy. He had no reason to be jealous, he knew that Truthless Recluse was dedicated to him. At least, he thought he did. Just because they had sex and talked about children… No he was being foolish. Truthless Recluse has never looked at any other cookie like this besides him.
“Four gold, please.” The seller smiled at Truthless, holding a hand out. The Sage floated forward first, being the one with money after all and gave the required money.
The seller yelled a thank you after them when they began moving again. Truthless Recluse held the brooch in his hand protectively, curling up in his wings again and not even letting Blueberry Milk see it again. That pointless sense of envy came back.
Cranberry Hotel was, luckily, relatively peaceful. There were still cookies running around and arriving but the noise level had lowered considerably from the markets. Truthless even let his wings relax behind himself ever so slightly, but he was still tense.
The Sage took his hand gently, and felt oh so smug when the Recluse gripped it tightly back.
The front lobby of the Cranberry Hotel was much, much busier but equally as quiet. There were cookies chatting everywhere, minding their own business as workers ran to and fro getting everything cleaned and bringing cookies and their belongings to their rooms.
… Blueberry Milk noticed a few conversations come to a complete halt when he and Truthless Recluse walked in. The Sage tried to ignore it as he dragged the dragon towards the front desk but the occasional silence in the noise was deafening. He knew they were all staring at Truthless. The Sage knew that his dragon knew too, if the way his hand getting squeezed tighter was anything to go by.
“Uncle Sage!”
Blueberry Milk froze a few feet before the front desk, looking over to the side and smiling brightly seeing Saffron cookie run up. Her purple hair was pulled into a long braid, her bangs brushed out of her face yet again and she still had the three red tufts of hair sticking out from the top of her head. Her golden hued pink eyes shined as she ran up to them wearing the workers uniform.
“Saffie!” Blueberry Milk returned the excitement, letting go of Truthless Recluse’s hand to grab Saffron in a hug and twirl her around. She laughed brightly, her violet glittering dragon wings flapped slightly behind her.
“My girl! You’ve gotten so tall since I've seen you last!” Blueberry Milk put her down gently, ruffling the top of her head and messing up her perfectly done hair. She laughed and swatted away his hand. Even while floating, she managed to come up to his shoulder now. The last time he saw her, Saffron barely came up to his waist.
“Of course I have, Uncle!” she beamed, her wings stretching out in her excitement. Seems she still hasn’t figured out how to not show her emotions through them, “Momma says I still have a lot left to grow! That I may even be as big as Uncle Spice!”
Blueberry Milk resents all the dough that went into her baking if she would be that tall. Truthless used to be smaller than he was and then all of his draconic traits came back. Now he’s the smallest save for Black Sapphire, Again. He still smiled wide for her, though. “That’s great to hear!” He tried to sound proud of her.
Saffron snickered and laughed behind her hand. “Suure it is, short uncle.” Blueberry Milk was going to strangle her, “Come on! Your room is already prepared and ready for you! I made sure of it!”
Saffron wandered off towards the elevators, boldly expecting him to follow without any questions. Of course, Blueberry Milk did just after he grabbed Truthless Recluse’s hand. Saffron happily called the elevator for them. Standing (or floating) there in the busy hallway was.. Awkward, with a dragon who nearly reached the ceiling and one half-dragon who was bouncing around and being excitable.
Luckily the elevator was far bigger than the lobby and fitting all of them inside of it wasn’t an issue. The Sage could feel a building of a one sided tension between Truthless and Saffron. Watching his dragon glare at her was interesting, curious as well. There wasn’t a good reason he had in his mind why Truthless seemed to dislike her.
The elevator door opened and Saffron smiled at Blueberry Milk. “You can find your way from here uncle, it’s the only room on this floor with your soul jam on it! I need to go help Momma, Mama and Papa now at the castle!”
She practically shoved both of them out of the elevator before the door closed and they both were left alone again. Peacefully, the floor was utterly and completely quiet. Blueberry Milk quietly took the Recluse’s hand and began moving again. Just like Saffron said, there was a door with the image of his soul jam on it.
The inside of the room was almost like an apartment, there was a living space with open access to the kitchen, a table in between both sections. Just right of them was a small hallway with three sets of doors. The bedroom, bathroom and laundry room if he had to guess.
The entire room was coated in soft blues and creams, just enough to be tolerable. If he had to guess, the color scheming was thanks to Vibrant Sugar. The oddly warm feeling to the room must’ve been Pitaya dragon’s suggestion. He could feel the way Truthless Recluse was already warming up to the touch.
The Recluse let go of his hand finally and wandered over to the common space and collapsed on the couch. Blueberry Milk laughed as he floated over, already seeing Truthless asleep.
… The star brooch he had bought was still safely in his hand.
- - - - - -
“Do you think I look presentable in this, Truthless?” Blueberry Milk twirled around in the fancy white and gold suit he brought, A white button up with a golden tailcoat. White dress pants too, it felt off not having his usual Astral Eyes in his tailcoat but he’s sure the other party goers wouldn’t appreciate knowing he can see out of them.
“You look beautiful in anything.” Truthless Recluse sat on the bed they had already broken in, entirely too uninteresting in the entire idea of the party. The Sage rolled his eyes with a scoff and turned to the Recluse. He hesitated seeing how infatuated the dragon looked.
“You can’t even
see
me properly.”
“I can imagine how beautiful you are.”
Blueberry Milk sputtered and summoned forth a playing card, throwing it straight in the dragon’s face and causing him to fall back into the bed. Truthless’ tail hit the bed frame in annoyance and the Sage huffed. He ignored how much his cheeks were burning. How happy it made him to hear the Recluse say that to him.
“You ask for an opinion yet when I give you mine, you reject it. Some Sage of Truth you are.” Truthless Recluse murmured as he sat back up, pulling the card off of his face and lighting it on fire and watching it burn. Blueberry Milk scoffed and floated over.
“I asked if I was presentable!” He flicked the Recluse’s nose. The dragon gave him a flat look.
“And I told you what I thought.” Truthless Recluse took Blueberry Milk by the collar and pulled him down. The Sage flailed slightly expecting to be kissed but the Recluse instead pinned something to the upper part of a lapel. By the time Blueberry Milk managed to float away, Truthless Recluse was done.
Looking down, it was the star brooch that his dragon had bought two days ago. Pinned perfectly on the lapel of his jacket. A fuzzy warm feeling bubbled in his chest and this time, knowing no one else could see him, Blueberry Milk let a real smile come to his face.
Of course he was given this. Why wouldn’t he have been?
“Do you like it?” If the Sage was any more vain than already he was, he would’ve sworn that Truthless Recluse sounded nervous. But there was no possible way he could be.
“Of course I do! Who would’ve thought the thing you had me buy would be for me all along my dear Recluse!~” the Sage floated back over to Truthless, dramatically throwing an arm out. “Oh how ever shall I repay you!?”
“Let me stay here.”
“Nope!~”
The Recluse’s deep sigh made the Sage burst into sharp, mocking laughter.
- - - - - -
“Let me go!”
The Sage froze from where he was floating, staff coming to his hand in seconds and turning to Truthless Recluse ready to attack whoever dared to touch his dragon only to stop just shy of letting the spell go.
Vibrant Sugar and Saffron were both at Truthless’ side, Vibrant Sugar having to fly to grab hold of one of his arms, whilst Saffron just needed to get on her tiptoes.
Vibrant Sugar was wearing a very elegant, very sparkly, maroon evening gown with off the shoulder sleeves whilst Saffron was in a knee high poofy pink dress with only one sleeve. Both of them shared the same knife sharp smile. Witches Blueberry Milk knew that smile and knew that he was powerless to save Truthless from his fate.
Blueberry Milk sighed and let his staff fizzle out back into pocket space. He felt a headache coming on. Truthless Recluse’s wings were spread wide in anger and Blueberry Milk could almost see his tail rigid, ready to attack.
“We’re taking your husband for a moment, Blue!” Vibrant Sugar’s voice was sugary sweet as if what she just said hadn’t been a blow to Blueberry Milk. He sputtered out a response that was promptly ignored.
“See you soon, Uncle blueberry!” Saffron smiled just as sweetly as her mother as the two cookies began dragging Truthless Recluse away. Blueberry Milk could do nothing but watch Truthless attempt to fight back before looking at him pitifully.
“You’ll be fine!” He called out to the dragon, “They won’t hurt you I promise!”
He knew they wouldn’t but… Whatever they wanted him for wouldn’t be pleasant for The Recluse.
- - - - - -
The ballroom was noisy and loud. The Sage floated ever so slightly above everyone so he could see almost everyone who was talking or dancing. He could see Hollyberry and Pitaya at the far end of the ballroom, standing by the balcony doors in case one of them needed a moment to escape. He was vaguely impressed that Pitaya was even in something formal.
Even if it was armour. It’s not like Shining Salt was any better in that regard, the only thing changed about their usual attire being that they opted to not have their helmet today. At least it was a step forward of getting them into something more normal.
Blueberry Milk missed Truthless Recluse. It’d been nearly two hours since he had been dragged away by Vibrant Sugar and Saffron. By the fact White Flour wasn’t here either, it meant she was helping those two in whatever they had planned for the dragon.
He just prayed they would take it easy on him.
“Hey.” Charred Spice called out from beneath him and Blueberry Milk looked down at his fellow virtue. “Not joining in the festivities?”
The Sage laughed respectfully, knowing other cookies could hear them. “Crowded spaces are too much for me like this, my dear friend! Rest assured, if I am approached I will converse with whoever!”
He kept a smile he didn’t feel. Charred Spice quietly crossed one of his sets of arms. Blueberry Milk knew he didn’t believe a word he said but frankly, he didn’t care right now. Not when he was still worried about Truthless Recluse.
Charred Spice said something to him. Something he didn’t catch when he saw a bit of movement from a cookie that was taller than most of the cookies here. Truthless Recluse. He
knew
Charred Spice was speaking to him but all thought left his mind as he looked at the approaching Dragon.
Truthless was in a white dress shirt with a golden jabot and black-blue vest, black dress pants. A black tuxedo jacket that mimicked his usual cloak was wrapped around his shoulders and it went all the way to the ground. There were gold swirls all along the outside of the jacket, almost like vines or magic.
Truthless Recluse was wearing minor makeup. Some transparent lip gloss that made his lips stand out more, some foundation and dark gold eyeshadow too. It made Truthless’ eye bags vanish back into his tan dough. The eyeshadow made both of his mismatched eyes pop perfectly.
The closer the Recluse got, the more details he could see. The tuxedo jacket had a golden chain pinning itself together to make sure that it didn’t fall off. There were tiny star patterns all over the lapels of it too. Truthless Recluse had black eyeliner on. Vibrant Sugar or White Flour had managed to wrangle half of his hair into a ponytail, just enough to pull it out of his face.
He had little black and gold stars drawn on next to the outer corner of his eyes.
Blueberry Milk felt his mouth go dry. He was infinitely grateful he could both float and shapeshift. He did not need a dick right now with how suddenly turned on he was. His thighs were beginning to already get wet and it hadn’t even been 30 seconds since he gave himself a cunt.
“Oh look who we have here!” Charred Spice broke him out of his lust filled thoughts just by speaking loudly enough. Blueberry Milk floated down to be eye level with Truthless as he finally, finally came back to his side.
The Recluse fiddled with the sleeves of the shirt he wore. He looked vaguely uncomfortable in it and Blueberry Milk wanted to rip all of this off of him and-
“... Have we met?” Truthless Recluse looked at Charred Spice, both of them nearly equal in height. Blueberry Milk swallowed hard at the way Truthless looked so much more intimidating without the eyebags, with his hair slightly pulled back.
“Er-” The Sage did his best to not stutter too hard, “This is my dear friend! Guide of Abundance, Truthless!” He laughed awkwardly. Truthless Recluse subtly raised an eyebrow and Blueberry Milk tried not to rub his thighs together.
“... I see. It is nice to finally meet you, Guide.” Truthless Recluse bowed slightly at Charred Spice. “The Sage of Truth has talked about you a lot.”
Shit.
Blueberry Milk raised a hand to hide his expression from Charred Spice who was looking directly at him. He didn’t see what the other cookie’s expression was. There was a soft pause, he even saw Truthless Recluse raise an eyebrow ever so slightly before Charred Spice suddenly let out a short laugh.
“Ah. You’re in that stage. How adorable! Keep taking care of our Sage.” And just like that, Charred Spice wandered off to another part of the party.
There was silence between them for a moment. Truthless Recluse looked back at Blueberry Milk who was trying desperately to not imagine himself tearing all of that wonderful work his friends did off and ruining the Recluse’s makeup by making him so horny that he cried.
“... Do I look presentable?” Truthless Recluse threw back the question that the Sage had posed earlier. He knew what the dragon was doing, that barely perceptible smirk confirmed it. But Blueberry Milk knew every expression the dragon made, even if it was so small barely anyone could see it.
He laughed awkwardly. “Of course! I didn’t even know you could look anything but something akin to a wet blanket!” Blueberry Milk needed him thrown over the nearest furniture. Badly.
Truthless Recluse’s small smirk turned wide. The Sage had to bite his tongue to hold back a whine. Just as quickly as that confident smirk appeared, it vanished back into his normal stoic look. The Recluse fiddled with the cuff of his shirt again. Blueberry Milk wanted so badly to help him with it by taking it off of him.
“... Your friends are… Interesting.” Truthless murmured. He sounded almost exhausted and the Sage couldn’t blame him. If they had managed to get him into… This. It must’ve been quite the fight. For all of them.
Witches he needed Truthless Recluse begging at his feet. He needed the dragon sobbing with need and begging for anything Blueberry Milk gave him. Maybe even force Truthless to hump his leg for relief.
“Sage?”
Right.
Blueberry Milk laughed slightly, floating over and leaning on Truthless Recluse’s shoulder. He had some of Vibrant Sugar perfume on. He smelled like milk crowns… “S-She can be! She just means the best though!”
He was struggling to keep it together. Truthless Recluse’s expression changed for half a second, the Sage missed it from his own attempts to keep himself under control. Truthless Recluse raised a hand and pulled Blueberry Milk into a very short kiss.
It was long enough for him to know that the lip gloss the Recluse had on tasted like strawberries.
The Sage was left reeling after the kiss. Truthless looked far, far too pleased with himself. He didn’t even have the mental capacity to realize that Truthless Recluse had walked away and towards Pitaya and Hollyberry until he was already there. Blueberry Milk just watched from where he was as Truthless Recluse gently bowed towards Hollyberry and nodded towards Pitaya.
He got back row seats to see Pitaya nearly jump Truthless Recluse. Hollyberry had to physically restrain Pitaya from attacking and causing a scene. Again. Truthless Recluse said something before wandering off. Being taller than nearly every cookie here had its benefits. They met eyes.
Truthless Recluse gave him a smug grin before beginning to engage in conversation with some cookies who had approached him. The Sage hated not knowing what they were talking about. Despised the Recluse for playing with him like this. There was no way that Truthless didn’t know. There was no way.
“Soooo~” Vibrant Sugar’s voice came from behind him. Blueberry Milk flipped around far too quickly and she looked too entirely pleased with herself. “Do you like my little gift?”
“It’s…” He couldn’t say what he thought. He could NOT. “It’s quite amazing, Sugar! I didn’t even know he could look like a normal cookie!”
She laughed into her hand politely, both of them having to keep up the illusion of perfection while there could be other cookies listening in on their conversation for anything to use against them.
“I’m glad! It’s such a shame you didn’t try yourself. White Flour had such a good time doing his makeup!” Vibrant Sugar was messing with him. He knew that and he still fell for it.
“O-Oh. Really?”
“Quite! He was so nice for us too while we tried to find the perfect outfit for him. Your dragon even sat nicely for us!” Vibrant Sugar sang Truthless’ praises. Blueberry Milk felt a sense of pride that he snuffed out.
“He isn’t mine.” He focused on that part specifically. It was the safer option. Vibrant Sugar got this… Look. She clearly did not believe him one bit. She saw something that he didn’t.
“... Blue…” She sighed. Vibrant Sugar would’ve said something else had Blueberry Milk not heard the very quiet sound of Truthless Recluse growling. He turned around to look at his dragon without caring about anyone else at that moment.
One of the noble ladies had wrapped her arm in Truthless’ despite their height difference. He was being polite, but it was a warning. She didn’t let go of him. That wouldn’t do. How dare she touch something that wasn’t hers.
The Sage floated over without thinking about it. They were talking about some rumors about who was dating who or whatever, he didn’t care. All Blueberry Milk cared about was the way Truthless Recluse spotted him and suddenly relaxed. That barely perceivable growling disappearing.
The Sage smiled. “My dear Recluse!” He said loud enough for the noble ladies by Truthless to hear, but quiet enough not to make the entire ballroom silent from his sudden proclamation. Their conversation halted and he could see how some of them went pale seeing him. Oh he still remembers how he forced them to accept the Truth. Fools, all of them.
The one who was trying to hang off of Truthless Recluse’s arm stuttered at seeing him. She was particularly pale, after all, The Sage of Truth had been the one to painfully reveal her husband's affair.
“Sage.” Truthless Recluse would’ve sounded bothered to anyone else but Blueberry Milk, he sounded so relieved and fond. “I suppose we need to attend to something?”
Perfect. He could always trust
his
dragon to pick up on cues.
“We do! Come now, It requires your expertise!” The Sage quickly took Truthless Recluse by the hand, shaking off the one noble lady trying to attach herself to his hip and began to drag the dragon away. He ignored the way they all glared at him.
He weaved himself and the Recluse through the crowds. Passing by familiar faces, White flour with Dark Cacao and past Golden Cheese hugging White Lily who had just arrived with Elder Faerie. Blueberry Milk didn’t care right now.
They left the ballroom quietly. Passing through halls and rooms with other guests inside. He knew one private place he could go to and no one would find them. It wasn’t too far now.
The door inside to Vibrant Sugar’s private balcony garden was subtle. It was hidden in the wall that could only be found if you knew where it was or were particularly sensitive to magic. Luckily, Blueberry Milk knew where it was. Grabbing the invisible handle and throwing the door open was easy.
Pushing Truthless Recluse in was even easier. Slamming the door shut behind them is simple. Turning to the Recluse was harder. Blueberry Milk swallowed hard and did it. Of course, Truthless still looked utterly beautiful. The saffron flowers, the sugar crystal tail flowers, the snapdragons and yellow forget-me-nots made the Recluse look almost ethereal.
Truthless Recluse looked at him with such a fond expression. So loving. So kind. Blueberry Milk didn’t want that kind of look right now. He flung himself right at the Recluse and caught his mouth in a desperate kiss.
Truthless stumbled back into the railing of the balcony. Groaning into his mouth when Blueberry Milk trailed his hand down and all over his chest. Truthless Recluse pushed his tongue into Blueberry Milk’s mouth and he eagerly sucked on it. This time the dragon let him.
He snapped his fingers quickly, putting an illusion over the balcony that made them completely invisible to anyone who dared to look up at them. The Sage began to strip Truthless with fervent need. Throwing off the jacket, unbuttoning his shirt, stripping him of his pants until he was completely undressed.
All of his friends' hard work thrown onto the ground behind both of them and Truthless Recluse looking at him with wide eyes.
“Sage. We are in public.” He hissed. But Blueberry Milk could already see the way his cunt was dripping. The Sage dropped to his knees.
“Then I guess you need to be quiet.” Blueberry Milk grabbed the Recluse’s hips and pulled them forward, quickly changing the shape of his tongue so it was as long and mobile as Truthless’ was. He pushed it inside of the dragon without delay and adored the way he tasted on his tongue.
Truthless Recluse tasted like the purest vanilla flowers, with a hint of sweet stardust in there.
Truthless Recluse’s hands flew to his hair and gripped him hard. A strangled quiet moan came from him as Blueberry Milk began to eat him out. Quietly lowering his hands to the dragon’s thighs just to hold him. Truthless Recluse began to shake slightly, and when Blueberry Milk looked up from eating the dragon out, the Recluse was biting his tail to keep himself quiet.
His horns were glowing. Blueberry Milk needed more. So much more. He focused on his task again, moving his tongue around and making sure to taste every inch of the Recluse’s cunt. It was something he could get addicted to. It was so perfect for him.
He could hear people down below them, talking and mingling. They were at such a risk of getting caught but he didn’t care. They could look for all they wanted and know he was the one doing this to such a big and scary dragon. Know that he was reducing Truthless Recluse to a writhing mess with just his tongue.
He changed his cunt out for a cock again. Palming himself just to have some semblance of friction but it most definitely wasn’t enough. He needed to be inside Truthless, needing to make him cry and ruin all of that beautiful makeup.
Truthless’ hands got tighter in his hair. Even began pulling at him slightly but Blueberry Milk pushed himself further forward, sinking his tongue further in and even managing to feel something inside that felt roughly like the dragon’s cervix. It wasn’t completely closed though. He could…
He didn’t get the chance to, the reaction to him even brushing Truthless Recluse’s cervix was almost instant. The Recluse’s legs suddenly slammed closed around his head and a muffled wail came from him. His grip on Blueberry Milk’s hair got so much tighter.
He licked around inside of the dragon feverently, feeling and tasting every inch of it. Making sure to keep the rest of his unnaturally long tongue moving just to make Truthless Recluse come undone. He would explore the inside of his dragon’s womb another time.
Blueberry Milk felt Truthless’ walls suddenly clench around his tongue. A flood of that vanilla and sweet stardust tasting slick suddenly flooded his mouth and he made sure to keep moving his tongue. Made sure to keep riding Truthless through his orgasm.
Once he was certain Truthless Recluse was done, he pulled out his tongue and let it turn back to normal. He licked around his mouth to make sure he got everything that was left over.
Truthless Recluse was crying slightly. Panting heavily and looking down at him with half opened eyes. His makeup was running already. Perfect little black trails running down his cheeks.
Blueberry Milk felt his cock throb. Hard.
He stood up quickly and flipped Truthless Recluse over, so he was leaning over the railing and completely presented to Blueberry Milk. It took him less time to get rid of his pants than it should’ve. His boxers were equally quickly discarded and he didn’t wait to line himself up with Truthless’ entrance.
“Bl-Blueberry Milk wait there’s people who can-” Truthless Recluse tried, his voice hoarse and rough. Blueberry Milk didn’t care. He grabbed the base of the Recluse’s tail and used it as leverage to sheathe himself inside of his dragon with one thrust.
Truthless barely had any time to bite down his tail. A short cut off moan fueled Blueberry Milk greatly. It was even better that he could even see the people down in the garden, unaware of what was happening above them. Some of them were looking around in brief confusion before returning to their conversations.
“Mine.” He hissed, pulling out and thrusting back in to set a brutal pace. Truthless Recluse kept biting the tip of his tail to keep himself quiet but he could hear the desperate moaning this close. All for him, just for him! “You’re nobody else's but
mine
. I’ll do this every time someone else touches you.”
He leaned over Truthless while keeping his movement up, leaning close just so he could hear the broken sobs and moaning clearly. Just to make sure Truthless Recluse knew who he belonged to.
“I’ll carve myself into your body and flesh and make sure you can.. Hn.. Never forget who owns you. You’re
mine
. Mine mine mine mine and ONLY mine-”
Blueberry Milk bit into Truthless Recluse’s neck, perfectly where his scales didn’t cover his dough. The muffled wail was beautiful, it almost sounded normal volume. He even saw some party goers freeze and look around. He smirked and let go of Truthless’ neck.
“Look dear.” He purred into the dragon’s ear. “They can hear how lovely you sound. How perfect you are underneath me!” He laughed as best as he could, even letting a few moans of his own out and into the Recluse’s ear. He could feel the dragon clench around him perfectly.
“I’m going to fill you up next time you’re in a heat.” He hissed, leaning back up and idly trailing a hand up the bottom of Truthless Recluse’s tail. “I’m going to make sure you get pregnant next time with hatchlings just for- hng - me and then EVERYONE will know who you belong to!”
Truthless Recluse weakly slammed a fist on the railing, gripping it so tightly he swore he could see cracks beginning to form. Each pass of his hand underneath Truthless’ tail got the same reaction, a fist slamming gently on the railing and the dragon clenching tighter around him. Blueberry Milk grinned wildly and kept petting that spot underneath his tail.
“Whore.” he hissed. “You’re getting off on the idea of getting caught, aren’t you? Knowing that everyone down there could look up and if you’re too loud, see through the illusion and see you getting fucked like a dog!”
Truthless whimpered and shook his head. Blueberry Milk stopped any and all movement. Just sitting fully inside of Truthless Recluse and feeling particularly mean. “You can’t lie to me, Recluse. I can feel every reaction you have and I hear you moaning. You like the idea that you could get caught, that you could ruin my reputation like this!”
Truthless Recluse shook beneath him. His wings finally began to move from where they were spread out wide, curling around him slightly to cover himself. Blueberry Milk ran a finger up the bottom of the Recluse’s tail and his wings sprang back out, almost as if they couldn’t control themselves when he did that.
“Don’t hide now, if you hide then no one can see you! Come on now, admit it and i’ll fuck you nice and hard like you should be!” Blueberry Milk sounded as sadistic as he felt right now. Loving the way the Recluse was shaking and almost trying to plead silently for him to move again.
“Pl.. please..” Truthless Recluse whimpered.
“Please. What.” Blueberry Milk bit back.
“Fuck me. Blueberry please. Show the entire world how much of a whore I am. Please. Please please please-” Truthless Recluse whimpered and whined, letting words spill out of his mouth without care. Blueberry Milk loved it. He ruined the dragon already and they hadn’t even gotten past the first scene!
“Good.” Blueberry Milk began pounding into him again, rubbing the bottom of his tail in time with his thrusts and making sure that the Recluse would never look at anyone else. Never. Never. Only him, only him, only him.
His Dragon could only ever look at him, there could be no one else and if there was anyone else he would kill them. He would crumble them in front of Truthless Recluse and make sure that he knew that he was stuck with Blueberry Milk forever. He would make sure he got pregnant next time his heat struck and bind them together forever and the Recluse would THANK HIM-!
Blueberry Milk slammed into Truthless Recluse and fell apart. Cumming inside and feeling the Recluse follow not too long afterwards, tight and heavenly around him.
He collapsed on top of Truthless Recluse’s back and panting in time with the dragon. His tail fell down as he let go of it. It weakly wrapped around Blueberry Milk’s waist and held tightly. He gently rubbed circles into the Recluse’s hips like he’s done for him so much.
“Bastard.” Truthless Recluse hissed after a minute or two. “We’re in
public
.”
“No one caught us~” Blueberry Milk whispered into his ear, enjoying the slight shiver from the action. “Besides, you can’t say you didn’t enjoy it, my dear.”
“... Only because we didn’t get caught.” Truthless Recluse murmured. “Now help me get dressed again, you brute.”
Blueberry Milk chuckled and stood back up. Unlike Truthless, he didn’t have a knot. So he just simply pulled back out and then thrust back in. The choked moan that his dragon let out was delicious. Watching him flail to grab back onto the railing as Blueberry Milk pushed him further forward, almost hanging him off the balcony by the hips.
“Oh Recluse.” He purred. “Who said we were done?”
“You..!” Truthless whimpered, barely keeping himself up. That wouldn’t do, so Blueberry Milk snapped his fingers and let his blue string wrap around Truthless Recluse’s arms, pulling him up and mercifully gagging him. He took the blue string holding the Recluse up in his hand and pulled.
He adored the way Truthless’ back arched. He adored the muffled moans that he willingly let out now that he didn’t risk accidentally letting go of his tail. Blueberry Milk adored the way his tail got tighter around him as he continued to thrust into the dragon's warm cunt.
“We’re not done here until I say we are. I’m going to ruin you and I’ll make sure you know who
owns
you. You’re MINE.”
He didn’t miss the way Truthless Recluse nodded his head aggressively.
- - - - - -
“Blue, where were you last night?”
“Hm? Oh. Truthless and I just had something to attend to!”
“Is he okay? He’s usually by your side and he isn’t here!”
“Oh. Don’t worry, he’s just fine. Just resting back at our hotel.”
Notes:
holy shit dude no ones gonna take him from you dear GOD
Chapter 4
Notes:
entire time i was writing this Sas was showing me updates on the Dragon Truthlessage drawing he's doing and murdering me. Like a bastard. Anyways heres the link to the post (NSFW) for what Truthless Recluse looks like underneath his robes
https://x.com/maitopunkkari/status/1933381707899527603
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
“You.” Truthless Recluse hissed, “Are despicable.”
Blueberry Milk laughed past the tea cup, happily sitting in the dining room in the Tower of Deceit with Truthless. It’d been two days since their return back home from the Hollyberry Kingdom. The Sage had taken exactly one day to let the common cookies welcome him back (and to get Candy Apple calmed down so she didn’t try to murder the Recluse. Again). But now he was happily back home with his lovely little Recluse in their tower.
“My dear Recluse you cannot deny how much you enjoyed the danger!” The Sage looked up at the already annoyed dragon with a wide amused smirk. He was particularly glad that the unexpected experiment had gone well. Another new bit of Truth to add to the ever growing list about his dear Recluse.
“You seemed particularly excited about being pressed against a window in the hotel without any illusion spells to hide your face!”
Truthless Recluse froze.
Blueberry Milk finished the tea that had been made for him to hide his expression from view. He watched the Recluse turn a lovely shade of red in his embarrassment, listening in amusement as his tail thumped the floor in anger. Blueberry Milk loved how the dragon hadn’t regained full control of his body language yet, it made messing with Truthless Recluse oh so fun.
“You…” Truthless Recluse hissed yet again. Tail swishing back and forth almost like an angry kitten. The Sage could almost imagine the little cat ears just in front of his horns. The dragon would look perfectly in place curled up under the summer sunlight peeking through the windows.
The Sage was suddenly startled out of his musing when the Recluse slammed both of his hands down on the table in anger and embarrassment. Blueberry Milk looked up at Truthless to see his angry and flustered expression. The little light blue star gem on his forehead was glowing black ever slightly from behind the strands of hair that was hiding it from view. It was utterly beautiful.
“Get out.”
“My dear-!”
“GET. OUT !”
-
Truthless Recluse refused to forgive Blueberry Milk for an entire month. For one WHOLE month, the Sage had to deal with the Recluse keeping him at arm's length. During his classes Truthless Recluse hadn’t attempted to subtly encourage or intimidate his students. The dragon just let all of their dumb questions filter through without regard to how the Sage felt about it. Blueberry Milk had to even go about his weekly market trip with the Dragon refusing to do anything but carry some of the things he bought!
The Sage hadn’t even been able to hold the Recluse when he stayed over at the Tower of Deceit! Instead his lovely little dragon had kicked him out into one of the guest rooms! Not only that, whenever Truthless Recluse would visit Blueberry Milk’s home, he would just leave come nightfall!
Truthless Recluse had even gone as far as to masturbate in HIS bedroom, knowing full well Blueberry Milk could hear him from behind the seal that had been put back onto the door just so he couldn’t get inside. It was driving the Sage insane and he needed to punish the cruel dragon for it. He didn’t know how, but he knew he had to punish Truthless Recluse for it.
That's how he ended up in the Faerie kingdom, floating around the library and trying to find scrolls or books about dragon biology. Sure, Blueberry Milk didn’t exactly know what kind of dragon the Recluse was but he could attempt at a few guesses. The taste of vanilla and sweet stardust was still a regular memory in his mouth after all. He could take a few guesses just from that alone.
Of course, most of the information here was about Faerie dragons specifically, they were in the Faerie forest. Ruts in the autumn, sensitive to magic fluctuations and incredibly sensitive wings.. Faerie dragons did not get heats and were the only kind of dragon that didn’t lay eggs themselves to have fertilized but instead were more likely to give a clutch to their ‘Destined partner’. The wording confused him oh so slightly but it was written into a poem and song. That was to be expected.
That all but ruled out Truthless Recluse being a complete Faerie dragon. It still left the three other clans and hybrids but what else could he be?
“You seem anxious..” White Lily spoke up from behind where Blueberry Milk was floating in the library. He stopped what he was doing, carefully putting back a scroll to turn and look down at her. She was smiling gently up at him as if they were old friends, her wings glimmering in the soft light of the library.
“Ah! Dear Faerie queen!” The Sage ignored her pained smile at the title and floated down to her, bowing in front of her. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”
“... Well…” She hesitated a moment as if worried she would overstep but found the confidence somewhere deep in her heart, “I was curious about what you came here so frantically to find. You didn’t even let Elder Faerie or I come to greet you.”
The Sage laughed politely. He knew she meant well with the question, but anything regarding Truthless Recluse was a well guarded secret. He belonged with Blueberry Milk. Even the thought of telling her why he was here, looking up biology that he hadn’t bothered to learn about before, made him irrationally possessive.
Possessive wasn’t completely correct. The guilt for lying to the Recluse for an entire year ate away at him. Molding itself into a need to do nothing but shield Truthless from the world. From the cookies that had abandoned and betrayed him. Betrayed him just like the Sage had and…
… He really needed to curb these thoughts of his before they spun out of control. Truthless had come back to him as he always thought he would. Guilt would fix nothing and there was nothing to fix anymore! It was a simple lapse in judgement and his lovely dragon was already back in his arms where he belonged. No one could take him away now.
Blueberry Milk wouldn’t let them.~
“Ah, well as you know I took in a little dragon two centuries ago!” Blueberry Milk floated past her, and White Lily followed without hesitance. “I’m just making sure I can figure out everything about him in case he needs any… Assistance.”
“I see.” White Lily hummed in response. The two of them walked and floated in silence. “Perhaps then why don’t you come to my courtyard for some privacy? I could give you more valuable information than these scrolls could.”
The Sage perked up, looking back at her with wide eyes and curiosity. The possessiveness still burned inside of him, but the curiosity and desire to know everything burned brighter. First hand knowledge was far more valuable than any record or song.
“Lead the way, dear Faerie Queen!” The Sage bowed, taking off his hat to be extra polite in a mocking way.
“You won’t let go of that will you?”
Blueberry Milk simply laughed.
The trek to the Bán Courtyard was largely uneventful. Faeries ignored both him and White Lily, their kind quite used to being around those far more powerful than they ever could be. Some of the Silver Willow Guard did nod their heads, and the Sage was almost certain he saw Black Sapphire at one point with another faerie who looked on the brink of tears. Black mail material for the next time Black Sapphire tried to get the upper hand on the Sage.~
The Bán Courtyard was as magnificent as ever. Despite its name, it was anything but completely white. Flowers of a varying array of colors decorated the land around them, with some Locust trees and weeping willows starting to grow leaves around them.
Purple Orchids, belladonna, marigold, purple hyacinth, blue Hydrangeas, black iris’, chrysanthemums, zinnia, and red camellia, bluebell, aloe, lignum vitae, asphodel, wisteria, and arbor vitae to name a few he could see immediately. Ocean's tear trees, moon flowers, silent wind ferns and blooming blaze fruit that hung from the lampposts that were dotted occasionally next to the stone path they walked down. They shone with magic just beneath their petals.
… The Sage could distantly see the sleeping form of the First Faerie Dragon. The Silver Oak proudly stood tall with its leaves giving shade to her sleeping form. Despite being asleep, Blueberry Milk could feel her watching his every move. He couldn’t understand how the Fae that lived here could ignore her piercing gaze.
“Your garden is well maintained as always~” The Sage hummed, floating over some of the glowing flowers that almost seemed to exist in another world entirely.
White Lily’s wings twitched slightly. But she laughed politely behind her hand and gave the Sage a smile that did not reach her eyes. “I’m glad you think so. I’m sure he would love to hear that, it’s not quite the same as it used to be, I still need to find some of the medicinal herbs he had before it's perfect.”
The Sage nodded respectfully but Blueberry Milk cringed internally. He forgot that little detail about her garden. It was meant to be a memorial to her old friend who died at the end of The Great War. Apparently her old friend had a garden that spanned miles, that had one of every species of plant, but he used it specifically for growing medicinal herbs according to White Lily. How impolite of him to ask about it indirectly as the Sage.
He and White Lily got to the central gazebo, the vanilla flowers were pristine as ever around it, almost as if they were shielded from the chaotic garden by the gazebo. The Sage held back a frown he wanted to give at the smell. It was oddly familiar in a way he couldn’t place.
White Lily took a seat, gently adjusting her long dress and even longer hair and rested her staff next to her with a soft smile. The Sage sat across from her with his practiced smile, attempting to appear unbothered.
“Why do you want to know about dragon biology all of a sudden?” White Lily intertwined her hands on the table to stop herself from picking at her nails, “Your dragon guest shouldn’t need you to help with their heat or rut.”
Blueberry Milk laughed politely. A very soft blush came to his face that he tried to restrain but failed, horribly. The best he could do was hide his face behind a hand as he saw White Lily’s eyes go wide.
“You’re mated to them? Truly?” She asked in surprise. The Sage let his annoyance finally slip out with a groan. They weren’t talking as the Sage of Truth or the Faerie Queen right now, he could drop all of this nonsense.
“There’s no need to sound surprised!” Blueberry Milk let out a harsh laugh, leaning back and huffing, “I can romance whomever I like!”
White Lily looked at him ever so peacefully in the way Blueberry Milk knew was because she didn’t believe him in the slightest but didn’t want to offend. He stuck out his tongue at her for a second which finally, finally got a slight more amused smile out of her. Even she seemed to drop a bit of her walls.
“You can, but you’re usually more dedicated to your Truth saying and such to focus on whatever a romantic partner could need from you.” White Lily ignored the way Blueberry Milk began to sputter out denials, “And the fact you have managed to court a Faerie dragon is… Quite the shock. I did not know there were any more that willingly stayed outside of the forest.”
Blueberry Milk’s amused embarrassment faded quickly and he frowned again. The Silver Oak tree shone ever so slightly under the gaze of the sun. Shining Salt had planted that tree ages ago with Elder Faerie and White Lily Faerie. Something about finally coming together and ignoring differences, or whatever Shining Salt had said back then.
But he knew it also symbolized a sanctuary of sorts with a spell carved deep into its bark from when it was first planted. It was what made the Faerie forest disorientating, unstable to anyone who wasn’t welcome there. That spell made the forest far bigger than what it actually was once you were within its borders.
It's why so many sought sanctuary here.
All of those who were hunted down in the lands beyond this forest were safe here. Blueberry Milk knew that because he himself had delivered some dragons and cookies here to hide away and never have to face the outside world ever again.
He never saw them again.
It’s why he refused to give Truthless over to the forest’s walls in the beginning. He had been… ‘Fascinated’ by the dragon’s lack of memories and where he had found Truthless Recluse. It spiraled out of control of course, but in the end he had protected the dragon well enough. Even if all of his lies had blown up in his face. Even if Blueberry Milk still felt the shadow of guilt every time he saw Truthless Recluse smile like he had before he regained his memories. Before he regained his gem.
You lied? All of it.. The kindness you gave me.. Was just… A lie..? ALL OF IT WAS A LIE!?
“He never had a desire to hide in the forest.” Blueberry Milk answered. It wasn’t wrong, Truthless Recluse preferred the Tower of Deceit over anything else he had tried to give the Recluse. “Why force him to do something he didn’t want to do?~”
White Lily’s small smile fell. She frowned, looking at Blueberry Milk with soft concern. Curse his younger self for fleeing to the Faerie Forest after finishing his climb of the Peak of Truth. Curse his younger self for letting White Lily comfort him with their shared knowledge. His foolish younger self for letting White Lily learn his tells.
“.. I see.” She did not pry. “Then you do know when his rut is coming up then?”
Blueberry Milk choked on his own spit, managing to not completely keel over and look at her with a polite, yet confused smile. “He’s already been in a heat during the spring. Why would a rut be coming now?”
White Lily got a look of excitement. Blueberry Milk realized the second he said that, that he had effectively invited her to tell him everything she knew. He was both excited and worried.
“In the spring? Then perhaps this dragon is a part of the Flower clan? Oh I hope you were careful during his heat then. It would be quite unfortunate if you had a clutch on your hand this early into your relationship.” She began to ramble with a smile. Blueberry Milk wanted to be annoyed but the fact she was giving him valuable information to sate his curiosity meant satisfaction won over annoyance.
“We don’t have a clutch… Yet.” The Sage would change that. Blueberry Milk would fix that.
White Lily smiled knowingly. “So why were you looking for Faerie Dragon biology then? If he is a Flower Dragon, then you should go talk to the Muse of Passion.”
Blueberry Milk rolled his eyes slightly. He knew that Vibrant Sugar would probably have more information on Fruit and Flower dragons from her own personal experiences. However… “It’s more valuable to know everything! There’s always the chance that he could be a hybrid.”
“Ah. You believe him to be… A Faerie and Flower dragon hybrid..?” White Lily’s tone of voice shifted ever so slightly, completely imperceptible to a cookie who didn’t know her personally. Her expression changed to that of quiet longing most likely without her conscious thought.
“I supppoooossseeeee. Quite a few of his features and reactions line up with that of a Faerie dragon. His wings are quite sensitive, and he has little frills off of his hips!” Blueberry Milk flashed a sharp smile at her in an attempt to snap her out of it. He wasn’t the one to comfort cookies, that was all Vibrant Sugar.
“.. I see.” She whispered. “I suppose it’s not impossible for it to happen again.” Blueberry Milk felt like she was seeing through him, at someone that did not exist anymore. As if she was looking into the past of a friend she had long since lost. White Lily always did like telling him stories about that old friend whenever she felt like he was about to go down a path of no return.
… Blueberry Milk refused to draw any connections to that between her dead friend and Truthless Recluse. If he did, then it would mean he had to admit that Truthless Recluse had someone better to be with than himself. He couldn’t accept that. He…
He couldn’t. Truthless Recluse was the only one who understood him, the only other cookie who hadn’t gone completely insane from the Truth of their existence. There was no one else who could understand Truthless like Blueberry Milk can. There couldn’t be.
I loathe you, Sage of Truth. May you never know the kindness you lied to me with. I hate you.
White Lily hummed gently. It was the same lullaby she had taught him so many years ago when he couldn’t sleep after learning what they were truly baked for. Blueberry Milk could follow the melody perfectly for the short amount of time she hummed it.
“Then you should be careful this upcoming autumn. Whilst Faerie dragons have more restraint than others… If you are not intending for a litter of baby dragons, make sure that he doesn’t lay any eggs inside of you.”
“... Inside of me? Do dragons not have the eggs inside of them? Why would they be inside of ME ?” Blueberry Milk felt his face warm up at the idea of Truthless somehow managing to lay a clutch of eggs inside of him. That shouldn’t be possible unless Truthless laid them himself and then pushed them into Blueberry Milk…
“Ah.” White Lily laughed. “Did you not know? Faerie Dragons have ovipositors.”
- - - - - -
Truthless Recluse was organizing his library when the Sage threw the door open aggressively. The books that had been in the dragon’s hands went flying in his shock and surprise. Blueberry Milk felt oh so smug watching the usually stoic dragon look at him with wide eyes. Every emotion and reaction he would happily eat it up, anything besides his usual stoic sadness.
“My dear Recluse!” he floated in and towards the dragon who had relaxed again, and had knelt down to begin cleaning up the fallen dusty books. Truthless Recluse did not give him a response but that was fine. The Sage knew he was listening all the same.
“Do tell me, I am aware you are a dragon but what kind specifically?” Blueberry Milk watched with hidden satisfaction as Truthless’ hand froze in place where he was putting a book back. The Sage watched the dragon’s tail flick ever so slightly. Ever so subtly, Truthless Recluse looked at him from the corner of his eyes.
“... For what purpose do you need to know, Sage?” Truthless Recluse moved again after a momentary pause. Putting books back in their rightful place one at a time, organized by subject. “If you must know, I am a Flower dragon. There is nothing special about me compared to you.”
A lie coated with the magic of Deceit fell from Truthless Recluse’s mouth. An attempt to get the Sage to believe him. To force the Sage to believe the lie.
He scoffed. Of course the dragon decided to lie to him and take a jab at himself. Of course the dragon would rather shield himself away from the Truth. That's fine, Blueberry Milk was very patient and he had all the time in the world with his lovely little dragon.
“Well I do need to know if you wish to have my wonderful help through your rut this coming autumn!” The Sage rolled over to float on his back, one hand on his chest and the other outstretched dramatically. “Ah, what a wonderful partner you have now! I will gladly carry the eggs you need to lay into a warm womb!”
The look of absolute horror, bewilderment and surprise on Truthless Recluse’s face was worth the traumatizing lecture on dragon biology from White Lily. He knew everything he needed to know about his lovely little Recluse now. Blueberry Milk knew exactly how badly he adored the idea of having Truthless Recluse push eggs into him.
… He’s more worried that the Recluse would deny him the title of ‘partner’.
“You- How did you- Why would you even want to help!?” Truthless Recluse sputtered. He did not blush this time, but the Sage was sure if he pushed it anymore he could get that lovely shade of crimson to appear all over his face again. His wings had already begun to move restlessly, betraying how Truthless Recluse felt.
Perhaps this time Truthless Recluse would remember it's pointless to lie to the Sage of Truth. He can sense Deceit as if it were a second skin.
The Sage flipped over to look at the Recluse properly. He didn’t try to hide his smug smile as the dragon tried to stop moving his restless wings. “I am not a Faerie.” He murmured. Quickly changing out his startled expression for that of forced neutrality as he began sorting the books again with a shaky hand. “Do not make assumptions.”
It was adorable how Truthless thought he could lie to the Sage.
Quietly, Blueberry Milk ran a finger up the inner part of the dragon's wing. Truthless Recluse gasped and dropped the two books he was holding. His hand flew up to the shelf to hold himself up as the Sage continued to trail his fingers up and down his inner wing.
“How odd. I heard that only Faerie dragons have sensitive wings like this…”
Truthless Recluse whimpered pathetically when the Sage began to use both hands to gently brush across his inner wings in two different places.
Perfect. Perfect he would get this revenge plan on the way and then get Truthless Recluse to admit that he wanted Blueberry Milk to finally impregnate him during heat, that he wanted Blueberry Milk to stay by his side forever. Then let the dragon cum all over himself and ruin that perfect little facade he had built up.
“Come on, just admit the Truth and I'll give you whatever you want!~” The Sage loved the way Truthless Recluse shivered, trying to pull away. Even biting his lip to not make a noise or give into what Blueberry Milk wanted. He loved how the Recluse thought he could get away, get in control of this. He didn’t miss the sudden sharp look Truthless gave him after a few moments of having his sensitive wings played with.
The Sage squeaked when Truthless Recluse grabbed him by the throat and pinned him to the bookshelf. The Sage gasped and wheezed from the lack of air that made him feel beautifully lightheaded. Truthless Recluse looked flustered and upset, staring down at him.
“You.” he hissed, “Are not in control of this anymore.”
The Sage whined at the slight tightening of the hand around his throat. It was cutting off his airway and it felt wonderful, he needed more. The pain from how tightly he was being held made him burn with lust.
When Truthless let go of him, it made him so irrationally mad. He let Blueberry Milk fall to the ground wheezing and heaving. Truthless Recluse looked far more intimidating looking down at the Sage with his wings spread wide.
“Aww!” Blueberry Milk wheezed out, leaning back on the bookshelf as he did, trying to regain any semblance of control. “But I thought you liked it when I played with your wings!”
He choked out a moan when the dragon’s tail came to rub against his already painfully hard cock. Truthless Recluse did not react visibly to the Sage’s taunting but he saw how the Recluse’s wings shifted slightly. He felt the way his tail stuttered in its motions against his cock.
“Yet you’re the one already turned on just by me choking you.” Truthless Recluse sounded painfully bored staring down at him. Embarrassingly it turned him on even more, the way it felt like his dragon couldn’t care any less about him. “If I didn’t know any better, I would have thought you wanted me to punish you.”
“Don’t be a fool!” He tried to play it off. Truthless Recluse’s tail stopped its movements and he whined. “Why did you stop?”
The two of them locked eyes. Truthless Recluse staring down at him in boredom and the Sage starting to get restless with the fact that tail was pushing down gently on his cock but not moving anymore. He needed something, anything at this point.
“I’ll meet you in the bedroom.” The Sage sat there in complete shock as the Recluse walked away and out of the library. The bastard kept walking towards their bedroom without looking back, completely convinced Sage would follow like a dog!
…
Blueberry Milk did, in fact, follow like a well trained dog.
Scrambling to his feet and flying after the dragon who had a rather impressive lead already. Normally he would’ve been quite upset at the use of magic to make sure the Sage stayed frustrated but any logical thought besides getting his cock deep inside of the Recluse had long since evaporated when Truthless Recluse choked him.
The shadows around him grew deep and blue eyes blinked open in them, staring at him chasing after the dragon with barely contained hunger. The hallways seemed to span forever and the distant shape of Truthless Recluse vanished. The Sage clenched his jaw as the Tower of Deceit began to mess with him. Leading him to rooms he didn’t want to be in, leading him into dead ends. Everywhere but the stairs.
The world seemed to spin, everything he knew vanished into a fog that consumed his mind as he struggled to find where he needed to go, as if the Truth had been snatched away from him and hidden gently beneath Deceit.
The damn mirror companion that reflected the dragon’s appearance would occasionally appear with a smug grin. Pointing silently behind him as if to say ‘you missed your turn’. The Sage was going to go insane. He was painfully hard and needed to bury himself between Truthless’ legs already.
Hallways spun in spirals, Sometimes he was floating on the ceiling. Sometimes he was running onto a different floor entirely. Blueberry Milk was being messed with and it was driving him insane. The memory of Truthless’ hand around his throat kept him flying forward.
The Sage did not miss how the Recluse was watching him from the shadows using his Spectral Eyes. Always making sure that he got close enough to taste what he wanted, but never there. Tantalizing and cruel. Making sure every turn led to a dead end, led to a hallway that didn’t even belong to the fourth floor.
The Sage growled lightly after the 10th close call to his lovely dragon’s bedroom. He could hear Truthless Recluse’s quiet moaning everytime he got close! How dare he keep away Blueberry Milk?!
He was patient normally, but right now was not a moment where patience and playing with his prey was permitted.
It took a very simple spell, the bright magic of Truth and white moon magic woven together in a beam of light straight in front of him was all it took for the Tower of Deceit to return to what it was before, a simple tower. Deceit and the dark side of the moon rescinding and hiding away. He could feel himself be able to think without a foggy haze coming over his thoughts and preventing him from trying to sink deeper into the Truth.
The Sage wiped away the drool from the corner of his mouth and shot towards the bedroom.
He threw the door open and met eyes with Truthless Recluse who looked far too happy with himself. He was casually laying on THEIR bed, a hand just past his half unsheathed cocks and lazily fingering himself. The Sage let out an uncharacteristic growl and practically launched himself into bed. Barely giving Truthless Recluse any time before Blueberry Milk was already crawling over him.
“You.” He hissed.
“Me.” Truthless Recluse tried to act unaffected but the blush over his face betrayed that. The Sage dispelled his clothing quickly, feeling far too covered for what he needed to do. Both of them were both completely naked finally.
“How dare you make me chase you, dear Recluse.” Blueberry Milk tried to keep himself under control but he couldn’t stop himself from running his hand over the inside of the Recluse’s wing. The dragon beneath him shivered and let out a shaky moan.
The Sage being on top didn’t last long, as Truthless Recluse grabbed his wrist and flipped them.
Blueberry Milk looked up with wide eyes as Truthless Recluse stared down at him silently. His wrists were pinned down. He knew there was no way to escape this until Truthless wanted him to, then. Blueberry Milk tested the waters anyways, trying to pull away his wrists from the dragon’s hands but froze in place when one of them came to rest threateningly around his throat.
“Stay still.” Truthless Recluse commanded. The Sage stayed completely still besides for his breathing. The Sage laid there and stared up at the Recluse. Truthless Recluse looked far too pleased with himself, staring down at Blueberry Milk like he was a bug to be crushed. He swallowed hard.
“My dear.” He laughed nervously as he watched Truthless Recluse reposition himself. Hissed quietly when the Recluse’s nails briefly scratched him. “Shouldn’t you let me up? I promise I can make this perfect for you!”
Truthless Recluse looked down at him unimpressed. He let go of Blueberry Milk’s wrist just to line his already throbbing cock up with his entrance. The Sage let out a strangled moan as Truthless began to drop down onto his cock slowly. At the same time, he tightened that hand that had been resting around Blueberry Milk’s throat.
It hurt so much it was wonderful. The quiet moanings the Recluse tried to hide made it feel oh so better. The Sage’s hands flew to Truthless Recluse’s hips. Gripping tightly and trying to lower him faster but failing spectacularly due to the dragon’s superior strength.
It was torture, how slow Truthless was. Inch by inch Blueberry Milk felt Truthless Recluse clench around him painfully. Inch by inch he reveled in the way his cock finally was embraced by that warm heat that he needed to be in so long ago. It felt like hours until the Recluse finally let him bottom out. The Sage was laying there, struggling to breathe because of how tightly his throat was being held. He would’ve orgasmed right there had Truthless Recluse not let go with such a smug grin.
Normally, he would’ve been concerned, but right now? Blueberry Milk wanted nothing but to bounce the dragon on his cock. But Truthless was making sure to put weight on his hips to prevent him from moving. It made him so unfathomably angry.
“Move.” The Sage finally bit out. Truthless Recluse hummed in return and began to grind ever so slightly. He choked back a moan.
“Only if you follow one simple command.”
“What.” Anything to get his dragon to move. Anything for a chance to fill him up with his cum and make sure Truthless Recluse got pregnant. Anything for that chance.
Truthless Recluse’s smile turned sharp, in a way he hadn’t seen it before. The hand around his throat squeezed tightly as Truthless Recluse leaned in to whisper into the Sage’s ear.
“You can’t do anything but sit there. Not even touch me anywhere else but my hips. If you do, I’ll stop.” Truthless gently told him, still grinding on his cock ever so slowly. Blueberry Milk felt his brain short circuit for a moment.
He laughed nervously. There wasn’t any possible way he was telling the Truth but he couldn’t taste any Deceit. Truthless Recluse was being honest and it terrified him. “You can’t be serious, my beloved!” Just to try and test the waters, he lowered one of his hands to Truthless’ thigh. Surely he was joking.
“I am.” The Recluse stopped grinding instantly. Blueberry Milk whined pathetically at the loss of movement, at the loss of pressure around his throat as Truthless let go. Staring wide eyed as Truthless Recluse began to lift himself up. He knew full well he wasn’t going to slam back down-!
“I’ll be good!” The Sage yelled just as Truthless was about to lift completely off. The hand on his dragon’s thigh shot back to his hip and held tightly. “I’ll be good, please don’t get off. Please.”
Truthless Recluse let out a noise akin to a purr. It rumbled throughout Blueberry Milk’s dough and made him shiver. Truthless Recluse grabbed his throat tightly again and slammed back down onto the Sage’s cock. He couldn’t even get out a moan with how tightly his throat was being held. Black spots danced in his vision before he shut them tightly to try not to ignore the given command. The pain mixed with pleasure was wonderful.
But the Recluse did not move again, just sat there completely still. Blueberry Milk whimpered slightly at the lack of movement.
He made sure to hold his dragon's hips tightly. Doing his best to not try bouncing Truthless Recluse himself just to get any kind of friction. Any form of pleasure besides the warm heat of Truthless’ cunt sitting painfully still around his cock. Trying to get the image of the dragon’s pretty two cocks fully out and leaking precum out of his mind, trying to not see it even with his eyes shut as he tried to listen to what Truthless Recluse told him to do.
No touching, no moving. He could do it. He had to. “Please. Please move.” The Sage whimpered, humiliated at having to beg already. Somehow it just turned him on more. The Sage opened a single eye to see Truthless Recluse and looked on quietly at how lovingly the Recluse was looking at him. Even through the sharpness, even through the lust.
It made Blueberry Milk’s insides burn up in a way he hadn’t experienced before. It felt like moths were eating away at him and replacing everything inside of him with burning embers.
He… Truthless Recluse was smiling softly. None of that previous sharpness was there. It wasn’t smug, it wasn’t sad. It was fond and gentle. Almost happy. The Sage felt his heart drop realizing it was the smile he used to give him before the Recluse remembered. He felt his face warm up knowing it was real.
They locked eyes and all of that sharpness came back. All of the softness was replaced with lust and sadness. Blueberry Milk wished he would show him more of that gentleness that had been buried.
He didn’t have time to ponder it as Truthless Recluse carefully lifted himself up before dropping back down onto his cock. Blueberry Milk groaned into the chokehold. The Recluse’s pace was harsh. He kept his pace slow but firm and deep. Methodical and completely too much. The Sage whimpered beneath The Recluse.
Blueberry Milk desperately wanted to help the Recluse bounce faster, to get deeper into Truthless’ cunt, to touch his lovely dragon's cervix. To breed him and get him full of eggs just for Blueberry Milk, so that Truthless Recluse had a reason to never leave him. But he needed to be good or else Truthless would stop and he would have to painfully finish by himself without any help.
Truthless Recluse kept bouncing slowly. His smug smile had been traded for a more erotic expression. Eyes half open in concentration and mouth wide open, his wonderful moans spilling out from his mouth like a song that the Sage could get addicted to. Had already gotten addicted too.
He could barely restrain himself from thrusting his hips up into the Recluse when he was at the peak of his current bounce. Blueberry Milk gripped the dragon’s hips tighter. He could be good, he would be good.
The Sage inhaled sharply when Truthless Recluse let go of his neck slightly. Giving him a few seconds to breathe properly before holding tightly again. It made him feel wonderfully dizzy and floaty, unable to think about anything besides Truthless and Truthless only. He needed more, he needed the dragon to go faster but he never did.
He was going to cum. The Sage whimpered and whined, wanting so desperately to bury himself to the hilt inside of his dragon, filling him to the brim and making sure that he knew who he was destined for. They were the only ones who could ever understand each other and-!
And Truthless Recluse stopped.
The Recluse even let go of Blueberry Milk’s throat to let him breathe. He did breathe, letting oxygen come back to him. Filling his lungs and bringing thought back to him besides his mindless rambling.
“Move.” He demanded. Blueberry Milk was so close if he would just continue bouncing then Truthless Recluse could have whatever he wanted!
“No.” The Recluse smiled. Making sure to keep painfully still as the tight coil that made itself known in Blueberry Milk’s gut began to slowly unwind itself. Dissipating back into himself painfully. Truthless Recluse refused to move the entire time, happily staring down at him with a stoic expression that was only ruined by the amount of blush covering his face.
The moment Blueberry Milk had completely come down from the high and wasn’t going to cum anytime soon, Truthless Recluse began again. He whimpered as the Recluse choked him again. The burning ball in his gut began to weave itself back together as Truthless continued his new faster pace.
The new pace was faster than the previous one, but not by much. It was just as firm, just as deep as before but it somehow managed to drive Blueberry Milk even more insane. He gripped the Recluse’s hips tighter to prevent himself from moving or doing anything he wasn’t allowed to.
Truthless Recluse gasped loudly in the middle of his movement. A strangled moan fell from his lips and Blueberry Milk could feel the dragon clenching around him. Could see the pretty strings of cum that came out of those twin cocks. (He vaguely noticed one cock produced a clear liquid instead now..)
He nearly got to his climax. The Sage was nearly there but Truthless Recluse’s orgasm finished before he could. Yet again, they sat there. Truthless regaining his breath and taking his hand off of the Sage’s throat. Yet again, Blueberry Milk suffered as he felt his orgasm fade away from him.
“Dear Truthless.” He panted, meeting the dragon's gaze and attempting to look perfectly in control of himself. “What exactly do you think you’re doing?”
Truthless Recluse began moving again, ever so slightly. Small little bucks of his hips that made Blueberry Milk mewl quietly. It was getting harder to restrain himself, he so desperately just wanted to cum already.
Truthless Recluse began bouncing again, not tired at all. This time he was far faster than before. It was driving him utterly insane he needed to help he needed to make Truthless feel good he needed something ANYTHING-
He got close to cumming again. Truthless Recluse stopped completely and let go of his throat. Blueberry Milk whimpered at the agony of it all. He came down from the high oh so slowly, and the moment he wasn’t on the brink of orgasm, Truthless Recluse began again.
Seconds stretched on. The feeling of Truthless Recluse finally moving felt heavenly. He nearly came again, far faster than the previous few times. Truthless Recluse stopped and waited. The Dragon began again. Blueberry Milk nearly came again, Truthless Recluse stopped. He began again and Blueberry Milk held out for longer. He nearly came again, Truthless Recluse stopped and waited. Sometimes the Recluse would even cum himself, but never let Blueberry Milk. It continued on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and-
The Sage’s hips moved without his permission. Thrusting up to meet Truthless Recluse’s hips as he went down. One of his hands trailed to wrap around a cock and try to make Truthless Recluse feel good and to let him cum already just let him cum already JUST LET HIM CUM ALREADY-
Truthless Recluse let out a startled moan at the movement. Writhing beneath the Sage’s touches and thoughtless thrusts. He nearly let it happen, let Blueberry Milk finish and fill him. But the Recluse didn’t let it happen, could not let it happen. No matter how much his little Sage was treating him so nicely, touching him wonderfully and expertly...
The Sage of Truth had disobeyed after all.
Blueberry Milk was so lost in the feeling of finally getting what he needed that the feeling of being inside of his dragon one second, and then suddenly not being inside of that warm heat left him reeling. He laid there, blinking helplessly as he tried to catch up to what had just happened. Truthless Recluse was already sliding off the bed, his hand having long since left Blueberry Milk’s throat when the Sage’s brain finally decided to kick back in.
“What-” He stuttered, leaning up and watching as Truthless picked up his discarded clothing and began to put it back on. Those two cocks hidden from sight quickly and Truthless Recluse acting as if nothing had happened at all.
“I would’ve been nice but it seems you can’t listen.” Truthless’ voice was cold. There was an underlying gentleness to it but all the Sage could hear was that he was leaving .
“You can’t leave!” He scrambled out of bed, trying to chase down the Recluse to get any form of relief from how horribly horny he felt right now. “You need to finish what you started! I haven’t-!”
Truthless Recluse watched Blueberry Milk following him and tripped the Sage with his tail, completely uninterested. “Then you should have thought about that before disobeying the one condition I set for you. Good night, Sage.”
Just like that, Truthless Recluse left their bedroom and closed the door behind him. Blueberry Milk laid there on the ground with wide eyes staring at the closed door where the Recluse had just been. Clarity slowly came back to him through the haze and anger boiled underneath his dough.
The scream of frustration he let out echoed throughout the entire tower.
Notes:
Flower Language meanings:
Locust Tree (Green) "Affection beyond the grave"
Weeping Willows "Melancholy, Mourning"
Belladonna "Silence, Death"
Purple Orchids "dignity, respect, and admiration"
Marigold "Despair"
Chrysanthemums "cheerfulness, cheerfulness under adversity"
Zinnia "Thoughts of absent friends
Red Camellia "Pity, Unpretending Excellence"
Bluebell "Constancy, Sorrowful regret"
Aloe "Grief, sorrow"
Lignum Vitae "homage"
Asphodel "My regrets follow you to the grave"
Wisteria "Regret"
Arbor Vitae "Unchanging friendship"
Purple Hyacinth "Sorrow, Sadness"
Blue Hydrangea "forgiveness, rejection and regret"
Black iris "growth, renewal, and change"
Chapter 5
Notes:
mild tw for ptsd attack. No Truthless POV for it though~
ouu this took a moment to write thanks to brain worms for other oneshots. whoops.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Blueberry Milk was pent up. After that little stunt Truthless Recluse pulled on him a week ago, he hadn’t been able to completely think straight. Sure, he’s been able to get through his lectures and public appearances without much problem but everytime his lovely little brat of a dragon showed up, his brain completely faltered.
Truthless knew this. They both knew he did and oh did he play into it. Sometimes the Sage would catch him purposefully pulling the robes he wore slightly loose so Blueberry Milk could see his neck. So the Sage could see the little marks still left over that had begun to heal.
Another time he and Truthless Recluse were walking through the markets doing their usual weekly shopping trip. The entire time, no matter how much the Sage tried to ignore him, Truthless made sure to get under his dough. Running a finger down his spine or trailing his long tail around the Sage’s leg when no one could see it.
Blueberry Milk was going insane with every step and looking at the Recluse’s face showed he knew what he was doing to him. Truthless Recluse knew exactly what he was doing every time he pulled the Sage into a secluded place and kissed him so long it made Blueberry Milk light headed and barely able to think straight. Only to just get left behind like that, to deal with the lust burning just beneath his dough and the boner he had been given.
It was driving him insane and Truthless Recluse knew that. So of course, Blueberry Milk needed to get revenge. He wasn’t quite sure how but he knew he needed to. The Recluse’s over confident behavior was grating on his nerves and he needed to remind the little dragon who really had the power here.
That it didn’t matter if he had been brought into this world with the ability to pull from the same source of Truth and Deceit that the Sage of Truth could. The Sage of Truth, Blueberry Milk, would always come out on top no matter what he tried.
So he began to plan. Truthless Recluse wasn’t as unaffected as he seemed, the Sage knew that. He could see the light blushes whenever the Recluse caught him staring. He could see the subtly shifting wings whenever a hand got too close to the inner part of them.
It was cute that Truthless Recluse thought he could hide it from Blueberry Milk, oh so very cute. There wasn’t anything that got past his gaze. So his plan finally went into motion. He would bother the Recluse just as much as Truthless was trying to bother him. Get him so worked up, so incredibly turned on so Blueberry Milk could turn him away and leave him begging and needy, just like he had done to him.
He started with the same little brushes that he had been given against Truthless Recluse’s hand. Simple, affectionate. His dragon recoiled like he had been burnt, staring at him with such wide eyes before excusing himself and disappearing into the shadows. The Sage would have been a liar if he said that hadn’t made him suddenly very, very curious.
The next time he saw Truthless Recluse, he floated up and wrapped his arms around his shoulders lazily. Truthless Recluse had tensed up and clammed up completely until he was let go. He vanished yet again into the shadows with a heavy blush all over his face.
His plans shifted ever so slightly. Instead of getting Truthless riled up just like he had gotten the Sage riled up, Blueberry Milk decided to give him basic affection. It was an easy swap, considering he had barely started his plan.
But oh the results were so much better than he ever expected. Gentle kisses on the cheek when he passes by Truthless, a hug from behind or wrapping his arms around the dragon’s neck gently… Oh they all made him react as if he had gotten burned by Blueberry Milk’s touch.
It was interesting, very interesting. Every kiss had Truthless Recluse looking away blushing, every small hug had Truthless Recluse squirming in his touch. Everytime Blueberry Milk tried to hold his hand, Truthless Recluse pulled away his hand before they could linger.
If his dear little dragon was this adverse to being loved, he wondered what Truthless Recluse thought previously. Ah well, that’s fine. The Sage of Truth could fix that!
But apparently, Truthless Recluse was determined to make it hard for him. His little game hadn’t been too secretive and Truthless Recluse was getting more and more unnerved with every public show of affection the Sage gave him.
It all fell apart when Blueberry Milk gently kissed right next to Truthless’ mouth and was suddenly pulled into a true kiss by his little dragon turning his head ever so slightly. Truthless Recluse had begun growling lightly, quiet enough that only they could hear it. Blueberry Milk hadn’t expected it; he froze completely against the kiss. Not reciprocating the one thing he had been wanting for so long now.
They never kissed outside of sex.
Truthless Recluse pulled away just as Blueberry Milk recovered from the shock of being truly kissed without any lust to fuel it. He saw it, the completely destroyed look that was barely hidden by Truthless Recluse tilting his head down and shielding his face with his hair.
He ran away before Blueberry Milk could stop him. Truthless Recluse pulled away suddenly after that day, it would’ve been the most subtle disappearance had he not paid attention to everything his little dragon did.
The Sage noticed immediately when Truthless didn’t show up to watch his lectures. The Recluse hadn’t even been waiting for him when class ended. There was no sign of him in the markets either, and the sellers hadn’t seen him all day, nor had Black Sapphire or Candy Apple.
He wanted to rip out his own hair in frustration and force Truthless Recluse to accept his love again. Blueberry Milk thought they made progress, especially after all of these months. They had been closer than ever before after that stupid party and now-
But if the dragon wanted to play like this, oh Blueberry Milk could play that game. All he had to do was get a blindfold and rope prepared. Perhaps a few toys could be used here too… Truthless wouldn’t mind being tortured with some vibrators and a plug; after all, they were only going to be used if he continued to reject the Sage’s love.
After all of this, Truthless Recluse had no right to pull away like this. Not after he wormed his way into the Sage’s heart and soul jam. He would just need to teach his little dragon a lesson.
By the time he got all of his tools ready, it was nighttime. Perfect. Truthless always went to sleep particularly early in the night
(Unless in heat.)
which gave Sage free roam of the Tower of Deceit.
The front door opened with some minimal effort. Curiously, the lights were completely on when Blueberry Milk walked inside. Candles and light magic burned throughout the halls as he walked through them quietly. The fact that they had been left to burn and light up the halls confused him ever so slightly.
Whenever he stayed over, the lights were always out whenever they fell asleep. Truthless Recluse always made sure they were always off, made sure to cuddle closely to Blueberry Milk and practically shove his face into his shining hair. So leaving the lights on felt.. concerning. Perhaps Truthless Recluse was still awake.
But floating up the first flight of stairs into the second floor showed no signs of the Recluse. There was no shuffling noise further up to indicate he was awake and the entire Tower was silent. The Sage pressed on through the lit rooms with mild curiosity, but never losing track of his initial goal.
Then the mirror assistant decided to show its reflected face.
It was hung carefully on the wall by the stairway up to the third floor in the library, almost counting the books there and making sure everything was in place when they locked eyes.
The mirror’s reflection continued to reveal Truthless Recluse’s visage, but this time the image had changed into a potentially younger version. Short hair with blue streaks pulled into a small ponytail, clearer eyes, his star gem fully uncovered. It wore ripped jeans and a white cardigan. The Sage raised an eyebrow seeing its current reflection as the Mirror rolled its eyes.
Its eyes were a mirrored version of Truthless Recluse’s.
“Why are you here?” Its voice sounded like a melody given shape. It sounded almost like a bastardized version of Truthless Recluse. “You should leave.”
“Excuse me? I practically live here now! I can come and go whenever I please.~” Blueberry Milk hissed as he floated over to the staircase. Seconds before he reached it, the doors leading to it suddenly slammed shut, preventing him from entering. The mirror was crossing its arms and staring at him.
The Sage narrowed his eyes at it. It just stared at him. “You practically destroyed him.” It rolled its eyes and went back to what it was counting, “Witches forbid I let the one cookie who ruined him
again
see him.”
“Ruined- I did no such thing!” The Sage floated up into the mirror's face, blocking its view of the library. It rolled its eyes and took a step back. “Let me see him.”
“No.”
“No? I could break you!”
The mirror sighed like it was dealing with a misbehaving child and the library’s floor suddenly rumbled. Blueberry Milk narrowly avoided being hit by a bookcase by floating up. The mirror shifted around the floor layout, counting again. “You could, but then you’d just gain the ire of my Master again.”
The Sage’s hair lashed out ever so slightly. Small little eyes stared at the mirror as it ignored him politely and kept the staircase doors shut. “Let. Me. See. Him.”
It finally, finally stopped counting and looked up at him. The library stopped shifting around, giving them perfect sight of each other. The two of them stared at each other and the mirror seemed oh so done with him already.
“No. I won’t let you break his heart for a third time.” It finally said. Blueberry Milk watched its physical form pluck itself off the wall and hover over to meet him face to face. Its reflection was cross armed. “You do nothing but hurt him everytime he tries to be vulnerable to you. I still remember what you did to him, Broken Knowledge.”
His jam ran cold. The Sage’s eyes widened ever so slightly. No cookie, no creature, should have known what his soul jam really was. A hand came up to where it resided on his collar to cover it and the mirror sighed as if scolding a child.
“Delusional. Did the witches bake you like this? Did you never wonder where- You are a fool, well and truly. I don’t get what he sees in you.” The mirror went back to its place on the wall without giving him a second glance. “Give me one good reason you should see him.”
Blueberry Milk fell silent. The eyes in his hair fell away again and its shining radiance returned. The mirror knowing the secrets his soul jam held, that it was incomplete, rattled him. For the moment, he forgot all about his plans. Worry and fear crept up his throat.
Wondered about what exactly? Witches he didn’t know. That ‘knowledge’ he was meant to be baked with was never available to him. The Sage of Truth knew it existed, he could feel it whisper to him in his dreams yet it evaded him in his waking moments. He was as clueless as any other normal cookie yet this mirror expected him to know.
… Blueberry Milk still hadn’t fulfilled his mission. The mirror stared up at him with tired, annoyed eyes. It knew nothing about the inner turmoil it unleashed onto the Sage. Carefully, he inhaled and forced all of the foreign anxiety to disappear. He lazily floated there with a smug grin coming to his face.
“... Because he is mine.” The Sage settled on. “Why shouldn’t I see what is mine after all?~”
The mirror narrowed its eyes. Neither of them moved for just a few seconds. The Sage suddenly found himself in a prison of shelves and books in just one blink. The entire floor had warped itself to the mirror's command, wrapping around him, trapping him. Deceit magic wrapped around them both and tried suffocating him. The mirror sitting on the wall in front of him with crossed arms and a deadly stare.
“No.” It hissed, “He is not yours. He doesn’t belong to anyone anymore, Master Pure-” It stopped. Blueberry Milk’s eyes widened ever so slightly. ‘Pure’? That wasn’t the dragon’s title. That could only be…
“Ignore what I said.” it said quickly, almost looking scared. “That wasn’t anything related to him.”
But The Sage of Truth could feel the lie radiating off of it. It knew more than it led on, far more that it would share. It knew everything about his little dragon and it was keeping that from him. Blueberry Milk smirked and floated up to it.
“Oh really?” He hummed, “Then I suppose whoever this ‘pure’ cookie is wouldn’t mind me digging into his past, no?” Oh he knew how to tick its buttons now. He watched the reflection’s eyes go wide in horror, fear even.
“Don’t.” it hissed, “You know nothing about him.”
“But I do!” Blueberry Milk rolled over onto his back, throwing an arm out dramatically. “I could learn everything I need to know by simply using the command you were created with!”
He waited. It stared at him, he stared at it. He knew it was risky, if it wasn’t what he thought it was then all of this could fall apart quickly and he’d lose all advantage he had. It seemed to be thinking about something, whatever it was he wondered what it was.
“... Fine.” It finally settled on. The library unwound itself and returned to normal. Blueberry Milk watched with great glee as the doors sealing off the third floor opened up. “... Just keep the lights on. Don’t hurt him again.” it whispered.
The Sage smiled at it smugly before shooting up into the third floor. Truthless Recluse no longer being kept from him by some pesky little mirror assistant who thought it knew better than he did. Perfect.
Hah. Leave the lights on for what reason? What made it believe that it had any power to tell him what to do? If his plan was to work he needed it to be dark, perfectly dark, so his little misbehaving dragon couldn’t tell when the blindfold went on!~
The trip to their bedroom was short, he knew the way even if it felt like the tower was trying to deny him the way forward. A bit of White Moon magic did away with that little Deceit. The door was pleasantly unlocked, unsealed when he got to it.
Blueberry Milk smirked to himself as he witnessed Truthless Recluse’s sleeping form. He was curled up oh so cutely on their bed, wings wrapped around himself almost trying to form a cocoon. It was adorable, too bad he wouldn’t be waking up like that.
The entire room being lit up by light magic was a bonus at least. The Sage got to work. Floating over to the sleeping dragon, undressing him from his sleep wear and slowly moving his body. The first thing he put on was the blindfold just in case. Truthless Recluse shifted ever so slightly in his sleep and Blueberry Milk waited for him to settle.
He did after a few moments but a permanent frown had found its way onto his face. It didn’t matter, it would fade away into bliss soon enough. The Sage got to work with the rope he pulled out of pocket space, tying up the Recluse’s wrists together above his head, bound to the headboard.
The Recluse’s wings were next, he folded them in gently and wrapped the top of them shut so they couldn’t fan out. There was enough room that Blueberry Milk could touch wherever he wanted on the insides, but not enough wiggle room that Truthless Recluse could escape from.
Blueberry Milk hummed as he bound his dragon’s legs next, pulling them down into a frogtie. Perfectly bound, perfectly unable to do anything but submit to what the Sage had in mind for him.
With all of his preparation done, he waited. Quietly dispelled the light magic around the room and laid himself between Truthless Recluse’s legs. He blew slightly on the pretty little cunt in front of him and enjoyed the way Truthless flinched slightly in his sleep.
… Waiting took a while, though. Thirty minutes had passed already with Truthless Recluse beginning to shift and turn uncomfortably but not wake up. His cunt staring the Sage straight in the face was starting to get tempting. He didn’t resist the urge to lick over Truthless Recluse’s folds. Blueberry Milk planned to get fucked by those two pretty cocks this time but he was starting to get bored of waiting.
He pushed his tongue between the folds, licking at his dragon’s entrance before pushing it inside. The flinch and garbled moan from Truthless was worth it. The Sage smirked and continued to lick around the inside of Truthless Recluse for just a few moments. He could feel the dragon starting to wake up after a few licks so he pulled his tongue out and waited.
Truthless Recluse groaned ever so slightly. Blueberry Milk watched in amusement as the dragon began to try and move. He watched on in amusement as Truthless Recluse fought against his binds and the groggy noise of confusion.
The Recluse fought against his binds ever so slightly. He tried to look around and Blueberry Milk could almost imagine his wide eyes in shock and confusion. His dragon’s tail flailed around vaguely, almost trying to grab onto something but the Sage made sure to stay out of its grasp. He watched on in amusement at his feeble attempts to get out of the ropes. They were enchanted by his magic after all, they wouldn’t break that easily.
It was amusing seeing him squirm and turn, trying to escape.
The amusement ever so slightly died when he watched Truthless Recluse go completely limp. The Sage felt unnerved hearing a sob fall from his beloved's lips. Blueberry Milk frowned watching Truthless Recluse begin to cry. He never cried, even during sex. So why was he now..?
“Not again...” Truthless Recluse whimpered, “I can’t go back there again please. Sage, Please, I’m sorry! Let me go! Please!”
The Sage’s jam ran cold. This wasn’t fake, he could tell. There was no Deceit falling off of him, there was no lie to devour. He could feel the way Truthless’ magic tried to grab at anything to show him he wasn’t wherever he believed he was. He felt the moment it latched onto him desperately, how it held on so tightly it felt like Blueberry Milk would suffocate.
Blueberry Milk snapped his fingers frantically, watching the rope and blindfold vanish. Truthless Recluse was unblinded, unbound. Light magic engulfed the room again as the Sage practically flung himself upwards to hold Truthless Recluse’s face.
Those nearly blind eyes went wide seeing him. The tears that had been blocked fell down his face, panic so raw and pure in those two different colored eyes. “You’re not real.” Truthless Recluse whimpered. “None of this is real! Stop torturing me you mon- I’m sorry… I’m sorry please I didn’t mean it. let me go, I promise I won’t do anything again.. please I beg of you I’ll do whatever you want..”
Crumbs. This was most definitely not meant to happen. The Sage shoved his thumb inside of Truthless Recluse’s mouth just to make him stop rambling. His sharp teeth against his dough hurt but Blueberry Milk didn’t care anymore. It resulted in the desired outcome of silence as he watched those lovely eyes stare at him in such pain, such panic.
Blueberry Milk hated knowing that this pain was brought about by whatever happened to his lovely little dragon before they met. Fury rose up into his throat at the pain, the agony, Truthless Recluse was now in because of him. How dare those nameless cookies from his lovely little toy’s past hurt what was
his
. How dare they make him hurt Truthless now. His toy dragon was only
his
to hurt, no one else's. Oh the Sage would make him forget all about whoever hurt him.
“My dear.” He purred gently, “You’re so very cute like this but you should really watch your words. Doing whatever I want is very dangerous for such a pretty toy like you.”
Truthless Recluse blinked ever so slowly. Those tears did not stop but the Sage could feel the way he was
seen
now, instead of whatever monster his lovely little toy had imagined up. Surprise added into the fear and grief. His wings slowly wrapped around both of them as they just stared at each other.
“How..?” Truthless rasped around his thumbs. The Sage grinned ever so slightly and pulled them out. Mild interest at the way saliva trailed onto his fingers, but it was quickly ignored. “Why are you here..?”
The Sage felt his imaginary feathers getting ruffled out of annoyance. Of course his darling little toy thought he was abandoned again after that. What a shame, his dear little toy fell into Deceit yet again. That’s fine, he could fix that.
“Don’t you remember, my dear doll?” Blueberry Milk hummed and caressed Truthless Recluse’s cheek gently. “I told you. No matter what anyone does to my things, I’ll find them. You can never hide from me again!”
Silence engulfed them. The only thing that broke it ever so slightly was Truthless Recluse’s quiet hiccuping. Very slowly, one of Truthless’ hands raised up and covered Blueberry Milk’s. He turned his head to gently kiss the Sage’s palm so reverently. The Sage felt a dark giddy feeling bubble up in him with the submission.
“Good doll.” He purred. A dark possessive feeling bubbled under his dough watching Truthless Recluse pressing that kiss into his palm. It bubbled furiously as Truthless Recluse slowly looked at him again.
Blueberry Milk pulled himself off of his beloved doll to sit next to him. Slowly, he leaned down and began kissing away the tears. A lovely little laugh finally burst from Truthless Recluse as he tried to swat away Blueberry Milk but he was determined to kiss them away. Not only that, he wanted to hear more of the soft and gentle laugh.
… He’d never heard it before. Truthless Recluse’s laughs were always cold and grating. Dejected and accepting. This… This was new. A laughter that was born from happiness, relief even. Blueberry Milk found he liked the sound.
“Stop.” Truthless Recluse rasped slightly as if he had been yelling. His little doll had been rasping this entire time hadn’t he? Was he screaming and crying before falling asleep? That wouldn’t do. Blueberry Milk kissed his doll’s face even more which gave him even more of those precious giggles.
Truthless Recluse laughed more and finally got a hand over Blueberry Milk’s mouth and pushed him away. “Stop that!” He stared at his little doll smugly and licked the palm, keeping him quiet. Truthless Recluse yelped and pulled away his hand quickly with a soft glare.
A soft warm feeling overcame the dark bubbling possessiveness that was bubbling under his dough. Seeing Truthless Recluse smile this gently, this honestly was odd and he found he liked it. Selfishly, he wanted to see more of it.
But of course, the world never rewarded him for being selfish as that soft laughter, that soft smile disappeared back into his normal frown. Truthless Recluse looked away again and unfurled his wings, letting them lay limply on the bed. Neither of them moved and Blueberry Milk couldn’t help but just stare at him.
“Do you just want sex again?” Truthless Recluse murmured, purposefully not keeping eye contact. “I’ll be ready in a moment.”
The Sage felt hot searing rage trying to burn through him but he pulled it back to the depths of his heart. Of course he gave off that impression to his lovely little toy. Of course he took Blueberry Milk’s surprise in the worst way possible and immediately recategorized all of their previous hard work into that of cruelty. How cute.
Good thing he knew how to break in his dragon again.
“I’m here for you, my dear Truthless Recluse!” Blueberry Milk smiled brightly as he leaned to lay half on top of his toy’s chest. He could feel the moment Truthless tensed up, he saw the dragon look at him with pained eyes.
“I know. Sex is all you want right now, just give me a minute..”
“I’m not here for sex.”
“... You stripped me in my sleep.”
“I- Well-”
“You lie as well as a child.”
Blueberry Milk bit his tongue to keep himself from screaming and clawing out his lovely little toy’s eyes. Breathe, he’s just being a little fool that needs to be dragged back into the Truth. “I came here to get revenge for last time, yes, but now that isn’t my main goal anymore!”
Truthless Recluse inhaled deeply and let out a shaky, broken laugh. “Liar. If you want me to believe that then prove it.” A few tears fell from his eyes again and Blueberry Milk couldn’t help the anger he felt. “You understand nothing about me, your love is hollow and fake. It always has been.”
He knew his lovely little dragon didn’t believe him anymore. That much was given after what had- happened but just how did he expect him to prove that he cared?! To prove that he loved him regardless of what jam might’ve been on the dragon’s hands?
…
The Sage unclasped his soul jam from where it was on his collar. Truthless Recluse’s eyes latched onto it immediately and that broken laugh fell silent. Both of them knew how important the soul jam was to the Sage. It was impossible not to, it was an indirect gift from the Witches after all.
But quietly, he placed the soul jam into Truthless Recluse’s hand and waited. Unfamiliar anxiety crawled up his throat. The Sage desperately wanted to take it back already but Truthless Recluse needed proof. Blueberry Milk knew he would get it that way.
The silence came back and stretched on for minutes. Truthless Recluse’s hand gripped the soul jam tightly and the Sage sat there by his lovely little toy and waited for whatever he wanted to do. He watched Truthless Recluse’s gaze flicker between his soul jam and Blueberry Milk himself. The Sage was scared, but he would trust his lovely dragon.
“... Tell me.” The Sage found the words he needed to say. “If I cannot understand you, then tell me. Give me your Truth.”
Truthless Recluse stared at him. Blueberry Milk stared back. The soul jam was directly connected to his soul, his life. If Truthless Recluse thought he did not love him or trust him… Well, he supposes the Truth is always ugly for those who deny it.
“.. Fool.” Truthless Recluse murmured, running a thumb over the slit on his soul jam. Blueberry Milk shivered at the sudden tingling feeling all over his body. He hated the way that it went straight to his cock. Truthless Recluse noticed immediately, he always did.
“You’d trust your life in my hands, the dragon embraced by Deceit.. Place your life in the hands of the one cookie who stands against everything you’ve preached..” Truthless Recluse used his other hand to run a finger down the Sage’s growing erection. Blueberry Milk whimpered. “... You’re a fool.”
“A Fool in love with you.” Blueberry Milk grinned at him despite his shaking at the several sensations. “I’ll give you my soul as often as you need reassurance my dear lovely toy.”
Truthless Recluse inhaled deeply and exhaled just as deep. His hand moved away from the Sage’s cock and instead grabbed his collar, pulling him into a deep kiss.
This time, Blueberry Milk made sure to reciprocate. He made sure to make no sexual advances with this kiss, he made sure that it was only love. If his little dragon despised the Truth so badly, he would suffocate him with it.
Perhaps the Sage didn’t mind this so much either. The usual hunger was still there, Truthless Recluse hadn’t stopped rubbing his soul jam yet it felt like it took a backseat. A warm, fluttery feeling warmed his insides instead of lust.
His little toy was a fervent kisser. Blueberry Milk enjoyed feeling the love just through this little kiss. It was cute, he wanted to steal more of it. Truthless Recluse flipped them over so that he was looming over him, pinning down the Sage carefully and finally pulling away from the kiss.
The Sage of Truth’s soul jam was forgotten off to the side momentarily as they laid there. Truthless Recluse seemed to be looking for something in his gaze but Blueberry Milk knew he wouldn’t find it. He could see the fear, the hesitancy.
“... Perhaps another day.” Truthless Recluse spoke quietly, the fear not completely disappearing but he seemed more calm. “Another day I will tell you everything. I’ll reveal just how much of a fool you are for wanting
me
.”
Blueberry Milk could taste the double meaning but he didn’t care. Whoever his pretty little dragon was comparing himself to didn’t matter. He reached up and pulled Truthless Recluse back into a gentle and soft kiss. With a small swirl of a finger, his own clothing vanished into nothing.
Both of them laid bare there, both of them equally as open as the other was now. It made him scared. He’d never given anyone his soul jam before. Even flings he’s gone through before have never been given access to it like this but…
Well, giving it to Truthless Recluse wasn’t the worst option. Especially when it seems like he knows how to make it feel so wonderful. Perhaps the gems that dragons are born with share similar qualities to soul jams…
Truthless Recluse melted into the kiss with Blueberry Milk. it was soft, it was gentle. There was no rush behind it this time, the two of them just simply fell into it and refused to let the other go. For once, it felt possessive on the Recluse’s end. Blueberry Milk loved that.
He gasped into the kiss when he suddenly felt that tingling sensation around his entire body come back from the Recluse grabbing his soul jam again. It felt odd, like thousands of little hands trailing all over his body and digging into it. It felt wonderfully sweet, wonderfully loving.
Then it changed.
The soft tingling sensation changed into a burning inferno beneath his dough. It felt like everything he felt was suddenly magnified. He felt every long drag of Truthless Recluse beginning to trail his hand down the Sage’s erection. Blueberry Milk suffered through the feeling of the kiss he shared with Truthless Recluse getting suddenly deeper, more hungry.
Blueberry Milk whimpered out a moan and broke from the kiss. Truthless Recluse didn’t seem to care and he began to trail his mouth all along his throat, kissing and biting at it. Blueberry Milk whimpered at it all. It felt too much, far too much.
He didn’t even know what brought about the change, he couldn't figure it out. He’s never played with his soul jam like this before; he’s never had the chance to! All of this was so new to him. None of the Knowledge he’s procured up to now could prepare him for this. Blueberry Milk whimpered and began to try and toss and turn but Truthless Recluse practically held him down using his own body, forcing him to feel all of it.
The Sage let out a strangled moan and came shortly thereafter. Truthless Recluse let out a noise akin to a purr against his throat. “Truthless-” He tried to speak but it was covered up by another kiss. Blueberry Milk whimpered into it as the sensations continued on. Truthless Recluse kept stroking his cock ever so softly, ever so gently and it felt so terribly good.
Witches he was hard again already. But that’s not the point now! Blueberry Milk broke from the kiss again to breathe and speak. “I don’t need to have sex with you to love you!”
He felt Truthless Recluse freeze. The burning sensation, the way every sense was amplified vanished too. Blueberry Milk laid there breathing heavily and staring into Truthless Recluse’s wide eyes. There was a moment where nothing happened as Truthless Recluse seemed to recover. His usual sharp grin came to his face, cruel and knowing.
“You don’t, I've learned that quite well.” Blueberry Milk whimpered as Truthless Recluse moved his hand again while speaking, “... No. I’m just rewarding you this time. I left you quite pent up and I suppose you deserve some form of reward for being such a fool.”
“You-!”
“Quiet, darling.” Truthless Recluse kissed his neck again, biting and sucking. “We’ll talk later if you are so determined to show me I’m wrong… Just let me have this lie, just for once…”
That burning feeling, the amplified sensations came flooding back and he screamed at the sudden overwhelming feeling. Truthless Recluse wrapped his hand tightly around his cock and began stroking languidly but it felt too much. It felt like too much. He couldn’t even think about what lie his Recluse could’ve uttered like this.
“Wait- Wait I can’t cum again yet-” Blueberry Milk whimpered. He wanted to delve into the Deceit that Truthless was so fond of but it was overwhelming.
“You know our safe word.” Truthless didn’t stop, but Blueberry Milk knew what that meant. He whimpered and didn’t dare utter it. “Good boy.”
He shivered at the praise. Blueberry Milk wanted this so badly. He already felt so much better after cumming just once and from the way Truthless Recluse seemed determined to not give him a break, it wasn’t going to be his only one.
Blueberry Milk whimpered feeling his dragon remove his hand from his cock, still shivering under the bites and kisses to his neck. He hadn’t expected Truthless to turn his head to the side. He hadn’t expected to be forced to watch the Recluse’s fingers disappearing deep into his soul jam. Witches there were three of them slowly pumping themselves in and out of it.
He felt the smirk against his neck seconds before the feeling of phantom fingers inside of him conjured up. The Sage choked on his own moan. They felt so big yet not big enough. Phantom feelings of fingers that weren’t actually inside of him, a burning sensation radiated off of it and he was going insane.
Watching those fingers thrusting in and out of his soul jam, feeling the phantom fingers inside of him doing the same was driving him insane. It didn’t help that Truthless had lowered his hand again and began to gently stroke his aching cock. It was too much, it was all too much it felt too good too good too good!
He wailed with a pathetic moan as he came again. Truthless Recluse didn’t let up and the oversensitivity was painful. All of the touches were painful and he loved it. He was already hard again when the haze of climax passed. He could hear himself moaning like a whore already.
Truthless Recluse was ruthless. His touches were soft and firm, sharp and painful. Every feeling was intensified by whatever his lovely dragon was doing to his soul jam. Every part of his body was on fire and he loved it. Blueberry Milk whimpered as he came again just from the gentleness. Truthless Recluse chuckled against his neck like he was a joke.
It turned him on far more than it should have.
Blueberry Milk watched as Truthless’ fingers finally stopped thrusting but stayed inside of his soul jam, just sitting there like a promise and it made him whimper. The phantom feeling of fingers had stopped too.
He turned his head to look at his Recluse just as Truthless began to trail down Blueberry Milk’s chest with the same kisses and bites he’d been giving his neck. He whimpered at the piercing feeling. It wasn’t enough to make him cum this time.
Slowly, oh so carefully, Truthless Recluse kissed down his chest and torso. Making sure to kiss every little scar and lick every blemish in his dough. He wanted to feel disgusted at the sign of affection for his imperfections but even the minor pain felt so good right now.
Finally Truthless Recluse got to the mess he’d made on his abdomen from cumming so much. Blueberry Milk yelped as Truthless Recluse began to lick up all of the cum that had begun to pool up. The phantom feeling of fingers thrusting inside of him came back and he couldn’t keep it together.
He came again practically in Truthless’ face. It didn’t deter or stop the dragon. He just kept licking it all up and lazily thrusting his fingers in and out of the Sage’s soul jam. Blueberry Milk felt like he was going insane.
Truthless Recluse hummed against his abdomen when he was finally completely cleaned up. Blueberry Milk blearily watched his dragon look at his cock that was still perfectly hard, still ready to be milked and took it in his mouth. Blueberry Milk choked on the sudden feeling of Truthless’ warm mouth around his cock, the way he practically swallowed all of it.
His hands flew down and grabbed at Truthless’ horns just to hold onto something, anything. He came again from the rumbling moan around his cock, spilling deep into his lovely dragon’s mouth and whimpering from the feeling of him swallowing it all with Blueberry Milk’s cock still deep in his throat.
He was given a moment of respite before Truthless Recluse began to bob his head gently. Blueberry Milk cried at the feeling. He felt too sensitive, every bit of pleasure burned and it made it worse. His head felt light and fluff, thoughts a distant idea now.
Crumbs he just wanted to keep cumming like this. His wish was granted by his lovely dragon over and over again. He lost track of how many times Truthless Recluse pulled an orgasm out of him, far more than Blueberry Milk ever expected he could give. Seconds felt like minutes and minutes felt like hours. Every feeling was amplified and he lost his mind in it.
It felt like hell and Blueberry Milk let it consume him. Let Truthless Recluse throw him deep into a pleasure he couldn’t get rid of. But crumbs, it started to be too much and he couldn’t figure out when it began to be like that. A word was echoing behind the fog his mind was in, from all of the sensations.
Blueberry Milk didn’t even recognize his own voice by now, raspy and broken from how much he was screaming and moaning out Truthless’ title. His words were slurred and hard to get out. “L’ra..!”
Truthless Recluse kept going for just a second before everything stopped. He still felt overwhelmed, too tired and too sensitive to keep going. The pain wasn’t enjoyable anymore. He’d have to congratulate Truthless later for being able to make him hate the pain right now.
Slowly, Truthless pulled his mouth off of him. He whimpered at the feeling but it didn’t feel overwhelming anymore. It felt normal, everything did. The sensation of his insides burning and the amplified sensations disappeared into a fog as the Sage laid there, breathing heavily and barely able to see past his tears.
He closed his eyes for just a moment and when he opened them again, he found himself dressed in a nightgown and curled up in Truthless Recluse’s arms. He was dressed too in nightwear. Blueberry Milk hummed gently and snuggled into Truthless’ arms. The dragon let out a noise akin to a purr in response.
“Goodnight.” Truthless Recluse murmured into his ear as Blueberry Milk began succumbing to sleep. “Perhaps you will find the Truth of who I was later.”
Blueberry Milk fell asleep like that. Safe, warm and content.
Notes:
Haha. Did you like how Truthless managed to make Sage forget about what he wanted to know by fucking him? yeah sage sure didn't.
Chapter 6
Notes:
sorry this took a second ideas for oneshots took over me :3
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Shamefully, it took the Sage half a month to completely recover from what Truthless Recluse had done to his Soul Jam. His entire body felt like lead and oddly empty in a way he hadn’t felt before. The emptiness came from his
soul
, not his body. It was fascinating yet Blueberry Milk knew that Truthless most likely wouldn’t tell him why the feeling had been haunting him.
It was their usual song and dance of Truthless Recluse never giving him the full Truth despite how much he desired it. Though from the blue star gem on his forehead, the Sage had a few theories on how his cute little dragon knew so much about Soul Jam’s. He wished he could get close enough to touch the gem on Truthless’ head but the last time he tried that, Blueberry Milk got ignored for an entire year. Never again.
Although…
Truthless Recluse has been quite flaky lately. Their ‘dates’ didn’t happen more often than not, instead leaving the Sage confused on where he was until he arrived hours later, almost seemingly out of breath. Yet Blueberry Milk knew that couldn’t have been the case. Truthless Recluse has the stamina of a demon and usually uses his portals to get around places if it's a long distance…
Blueberry Milk was a
very
forgiving cookie, but that did not mean he wasn’t curious. Truthless Recluse always kept himself poised and proper no matter the circumstances besides for that lovely little heat he had been in nearly half a year ago. It was only thanks to White Lily that he knew that there was a 30% chance of Truthless Recluse going into a rut but it felt too early for it to happen.
He couldn’t deny that seeing his lovely little dragon with ever so slightly flushed cheeks and fidgeting with his clothing was incredibly adorable to him. After all, it wasn’t often that the impassive and apathetic facade that Truthless Recluse resided in most of the time was broken. Seeing the cookie that was hidden inside of all of that Deceit was a lovely treat.
Watching the first leaves of autumn fall was a treat. The weather got colder and more palatable. It gave him the perfect excuse to invade his lovely Truthless Recluse’s tower during these colder days. The dragon always had his tower at a lovely temperature, why shouldn’t he have taken advantage of it?
Of course, he made sure not to freeload too much. He repaid his gracious dragon’s hospitality with several cockwarming sessions and help cleaning around the tower. Sometimes he was rewarded with being carried around while Truthless Recluse warmed those two giant monsters inside of him. Witches, that fool had no idea what he was doing to Blueberry Milk.
If it weren’t for the fact he had a mission given to him by the Witches themselves he would’ve already-
“... Sage.” Truthless Recluse spoke quietly to him, breaking him from his musings. Blueberry Milk perked up from the shelf he was sorting and looked at his darling. Truthless Recluse looked oddly uncomfortable in his own tower. Had he touched the wrong thing? “Do you have responsibilities that require your attention?”
“My dear Recluse, are you kicking me out?~”
“... No. I am not.” Truthless Recluse looked oddly flustered, worried even. “But if you must be somewhere else, you should…”
The Sage of Truth frowned. Instead of the idle observations he’d been relying on, he actually looked at Truthless Recluse. His skin was flushed and there was a very, very slight sheen of sweat on the visible dough. His eyes always looked like they were staring at something far away but this time they seemed focused - focused completely on Blueberry Milk…
Truthless Recluse’s wings were shifting ever so slightly, his tail uncurling and curling back in on itself in anxiety and restlessness. Despite all the anxiety, his dear Recluse was standing far closer than he had been previously to Blueberry Milk. A small little smile came to the Sage’s face.
Oh he knew these signs. The little wing and tail movements were from his darling toy being anxious but everything else was exactly like what White Lily had told him about. The painful detail at the time had been humiliating, but now it was quite useful. Truthfully he just hadn’t expected them to show up this early! They were barely two weeks into autumn. Yet here his lovely dragon was, showing signs of a rut and giving him the chance to run away like a maiden terrified of a monster.
“I see!” Blueberry Milk closed the book he was holding a bit more forcefully than he had intended to, “Well I suppose it is a good thing I have no classes for the next month.”
He didn’t miss the way Truthless Recluse looked surprised and panicked. A dark satisfaction pulsed through him knowing that his lovely little dragon had expected to be rejected and for the Sage to flee. It was cute he thought that Blueberry Milk would run.
The Sage had been imagining this scenario for weeks ever since White Lily told him about ruts and the small possibility that Truthless Recluse could get one. The fact that he was getting one was already making Blueberry Milk wet beyond belief. The idea of getting stuffed full of eggs was far more appealing than it should have been. Truthless Recluse shifted ever so slightly and wrapped the end of his tail around Blueberry Milk’s ankle possessively.
One last chance to escape. Shame that he wouldn’t be taking it.
“My dear Recluse.” The Sage chuckled, looking at his blind fool with amusement, “I’m sure the library isn’t the best place to begin. I’m-”
Blueberry Milk couldn’t even finish his sentence. Truthless Recluse growled lightly and pulled him into a rough kiss. It silenced him perfectly and the Sage closed his eyes to melt into it. He whined when Truthless’ tail curled up his leg and began to rub at his cunt.
Hands roamed all over his body, ripping apart his clothing and throwing it away onto the ground. The Sage whimpered when his pants and panties were ripped off. Truthless Recluse barely gave him a second to prepare before his tail was right back at his dripping cunt, pushing against it and even pushing between his folds.
The pain of the scales catching against him sent his head spinning. Blueberry Milk opened his mouth ever so slightly into the kiss and within seconds his mouth was invaded by Truthless Recluse’s tongue. The entirety of his mouth was explored by that long tongue and eventually it was shoved down his throat.
The lack of air made his head slowly feel light and fuzzy. It didn’t help that Truthless Recluse wrapped a hand around his neck and squeezed, amplifying the light headedness. Blueberry Milk moaned into his mouth shamelessly. The world around him was an afterthought - he couldn’t think beyond the painful friction on his cunt and the lack of air he had.
He thought they were moving but he couldn’t be entirely sure. The Sage just let himself be manhandled for as long as Truthless Recluse wanted to. The prospect of being fucked full of eggs made him willfully submissive to Truthless Recluse like this. Witches, he felt disgusted with himself for being so submissive yet he couldn’t stop it.
Just when he thought he would pass out, Blueberry Milk was gracefully given the ability to breathe again. That sinfully long tongue was slowly pulled out of his throat and Truthless Recluse pulled away from the kiss. He had just a few seconds of breathing before being thrown onto their bed.
When had they gotten into the bedroom? The walk to the bedroom from the library takes at least five minutes. Yet they could have been only making out for less than two! A very, very small sliver of fear went through him as the Sage looked up at Truthless Recluse.
His darling dragon’s eyes were focused entirely on him. Truthless hadn’t even given him the mercy to let up with his tail, pushing it between his folds and teasing his entrance. Blueberry Milk whimpered when the tip of it threatened to penetrate him. He gently pushed his hips down to try and get his tail inside but Truthless Recluse pulled it back.
A soft growl from his dragon sent a shiver down his spine. It was a warning to stay still and the Sage had every intention of ignoring the warning. He listened to no one but himself and if his disobedience meant he would get manhandled… Well, Blueberry Milk supposes he should be disobedient again.
With a soft smile, Blueberry Milk pushed himself down again. A gasp escaped his lips when Truthless’ tail pushed against his entrance again. The soft growl got louder and he contuned ignoring it. The Sage happily pushed himself down onto his tail and made a show of gasping and whimpering when it pushed inside of him.
He rutted against the small part that was inside of him, writhing and enjoying the way Truthless Recluse looked particularly angry at his brattiness. A clawed finger traced down his side before resting at his hips and grabbing him roughly. The Sage expected to have the tail pulled out of him and for those two cocks to piece him.
Blueberry Milk didn’t expect Truthless to push his tail inside of him completely, even going as far as to push against his cervix. All of the air was pulled from his lungs and he wailed in pleasure. It felt so good despite the rough friction. His slick most definitely wasn’t enough to make the scales on his dragon’s tail comfortable to take but it wouldn’t matter anymore. Blueberry Milk had directly refused to listen to what he was being told and now he had to pay the price.
Truthless Recluse flicked his tail around inside of him. Pushing against his walls and stretching him open painfully. The Sage gasped and moaned gently, baring his neck to tease his lovely little dragon and it worked perfectly. Truthless Recluse took the bait and leaned in like a starved cookie, biting and sucking at his dough. He knew there would be hickeys and bite marks for days with how rough his darling little dragon was being.
The biting was timed with his tail beginning to thrust ever so slightly inside of Blueberry Milk. He didn’t even bother to hide his moaning. The Sage knew full well how much the Recluse enjoyed hearing his voice. He knew that the louder he was, the rougher the treatment he got.
Just like all the times before now, that's exactly what happened. Small little thrusts turned deep and forceful against him. The biting at his neck got deeper and more like Truthless Recluse was trying to claim him with every bite. The hands that were holding the Sage’s hips began to trail up his sides and towards his chest to play with his nipples.
It hurt, most definitely. They needed lube if he really wanted to be fucked by his tail, but of course they didn’t have any. By the Witches, it felt horridly good. Moments like these he’s glad that pain was pleasure to him. The burn of feeling those scales being thrust inside of him with nothing to help was exhilarating.
He wanted it to last long, to at least get his first orgasm of the week off on his tail but that wasn’t given to him. With a forceful thrust into his cervix that felt like it was more trying to push it open, Truthless Recluse pulled his tail out. His lovely dragon didn’t let up on his chest or neck, though.
The Sage glared lightly at the robes still on Truthless. A snap of his fingers and he was just as naked as he had made the Sage. Blueberry Milk expected to have to work for Truthless to be ready to fuck him already. He did not expect those two cocks to already be at his cunt, rubbing against him and catching his clit.
“My dear!” Blueberry Milk laughed ever so nervously through soft moans. Something about Truthless Recluse felt off and while it was quite attractive, he could feel one of the two cocks feeling oddly different. “You seem excited!”
Truthless Recluse’s hands finally pried themselves off of his chest and crawled down to his hips. He was held tightly as Truthless lined up. “You wanted this.” Truthless Recluse murmured into his shoulder. Adrenaline pumped through his veins and excitement followed quickly behind. Unlike their previous adventures, this time both heads were pushing against his entrance.
There was no preparation besides for his tail. They had never put both of them in at once, just one at a time. Blueberry Milk wanted to pull away but hands came to pin down his wrists and make sure he couldn’t try to flee.
“Truthless-”
“Take it.”
Blueberry Milk screamed in both pain and delight when Truthless Recluse buried himself deep into his cunt in one single thrust. Stars danced in front of his eyes and he struggled to catch his breath. Mercifully, the Recluse sat there to give him a chance to adjust. The stretch of both at once was beautifully painful yet not painful enough. A part of him laments that he was used to taking both at once now — he wanted it to hurt more.
Another part of him is grateful he was able to take both at once without breaking.
He wasn’t given their usual minute of adjustment. The Sage barely even had ten seconds before Truthless Recluse was already beginning to grind against him, slowly pulling out and thrusting back in shallowly. Blueberry Milk whimpered at the movement yet Truthless Recluse didn’t stop. He wanted to do something, anything, but he couldn’t do anything but moan. Truthless Recluse had him pinned down and his tail had come to wrap up around his waist, making sure he couldn’t move.
It felt like he was being prepared for breeding. The thought of that, of being bred full, made the Sage whine. In response to his whine, Truthless Recluse gently nuzzled his neck. It was soft and gentle, almost as if he were trying to calm him down. Somehow
that
made him hornier than he had been before.
Seeing his dragon so loving, so gentle and caring was doing things to him that Blueberry Milk loathed to admit. The softness contrasting their usual roughness was making his head spin in ways it hadn’t before. His waist was held down, his wrists were pinned. He had no way of getting Truthless Recluse to speed up his soft thrusts until he was tired of being gentle.
Those dual colored eyes had finally gone back to their hazy stare yet they still felt focused in an unnatural way. The Sage adored being the only thing that Truthless Recluse dared to look at right now but the speed was killing him. Blueberry Milk knew that his little dragon was restraining himself to try and not break him but he wasn’t fragile. He could take it, and
needed
to take it.
“More. Please.” The Sage lowered himself to begging so quickly it was pathetic. He tried to move his hips no matter how difficult. Even the very slight movement sent sparks up his spine and throughout his body. “Please, my dear I need-”
A gentle kiss was placed on his neck, trailing up to his mouth and silencing him gently. It was so soft it made him feel loved. He gasped into Truthless’ mouth when the thrusts suddenly turned fast and deep. The softness was replaced with their usual roughness and somehow he felt so much more sensitive to it.
Every thrust felt like the air was being knocked out of his lungs and Blueberry Milk loved it. It was still so kind and thoughtful but all gentleness was thrown away and he was thrown through a whirlwind of feelings.
Truthless Recluse kept biting him and marking up his chest. Every bite felt like lightning was shot directly through his dough and every thrust felt so much more than it was. The Sage struggled to even speak, he wanted to praise his darling little dragon so much. Just to get him to do more, to stop being kind to him but all that could fall from his mouth was moans now.
His vision was blurry with how rough Truthless Recluse was with him. He could feel himself about to cum but he tried to keep it together. Every thrust made it hard, every bite and lick on his chest made it harder. Truthless Recluse was determined to pull him apart just by fucking him and it was working.
Witches, it was working and he felt so pathetic for it. Blueberry Milk was barely holding himself together and Truthless Recluse barely even cared. One particularly hard thrust and the familiar feeling of Truthless Recluse filling him up with his cum greeted him. The Sage broke with that. He whimpered as his own climax greeted him at nearly the same time as Truthless Recluse.
Distantly, he was very glad they managed to cum together.
But his brain felt like it was fried. Every thought felt jumbled in a very concerning way and he didn’t have time to try and pull himself together. It took barely a minute before Truthless Recluse began to gently, then roughly, thrust inside of him. The Sage was still pinned down and unable to grab onto anything.
He was bent in half almost, every thrust getting deeper inside of him in ways he didn’t even realize was possible. Blueberry Milk let himself submit to the rough fucking. He was enjoying it already and he wanted it to keep going. He wrapped his legs shakily around Truthless Recluse’s waist just to keep them together.
The Sage squealed in delight when Truthless Recluse growled and bit his neck harshly.
- - - - - - - - - - - -
Unlike during Truthless’ heat, Blueberry Milk wasn’t in control. He didn’t exactly realize what it meant to get railed for an entire week with someone that wanted nothing more than to breed you until now. He was thrown around like a doll, fucked on every possible surface in their bedroom without respite until Truthless Recluse fell asleep still inside of him.
While awake, Truthless Recluse kept biting and making up every part of his dough that he felt like. It felt so possessive and so out of character to the Sage that it was the cause of most of his orgasms. His entire body felt sore and he adored it but it was exhausting.
Witches, his lovely little dragon didn’t even stop when he passed out! He didn’t want Truthless Recluse to stop but it was still so surprising to be startled awake with a growl and suddenly being full of more and more cum. He was certain that if Truthless Recluse didn’t pull out occasionally to let most of it out, he would’ve looked pregnant.
While a very arousing thought, he didn’t exactly wish to be that full and still fucked through it. The Sage was so very grateful for the moments of clarity Truthless Recluse had occasionally. Those moments were full of soft adoration, even softer apologies. Soft little massages into his abused hips and dough, soft kisses on his dough that would lull him to sleep…
Truthless Recluse made sure to clean them both up once he was in control again. Healing magic was a blessing and the Sage is very sure he’d probably be horribly bruised and maybe with a few broken bones. Most of the time, Blueberry Milk was usually barely conscious and forgot that he could be anything besides a hole for Truthless Recluse. He would come back to himself after a few moments of not being fucked stupid but it was still annoying to be full one second and then not the next.
He wouldn’t deny that he very much preferred to have Truthless Recluse inside of him most of the time. It didn’t matter if it was his darling Recluse or the dedicated rut fogged dragon that was fucking him like he needed to get him pregnant. So many times he remembers hearing Truthless Recluse murmur into his dough that they would get this first one out of the way and then spend more ruts together… The Sage knew it would be a horrible idea to do this again but Blueberry Milk needed this to happen again and again and again.
Anytime he expressed his desire to be fucked full like this again, to even have
eggs
inside of him, somehow Truthless Recluse managed to handle him rougher. Beyond all logic, it almost felt like whenever he talked about getting pregnant from this rough treatment, Truthless Recluse would pour more and more cum into him. Growling and demanding he take all of it and all of it and all of it and-
Witches, he was entirely convinced he would be fucked pregnant with how much Truthless Recluse was determined to fill him up and up and up.
Such as now. He’s not quite sure how long Truthless Recluse had been thrusting into him slowly but it was driving him
insane
. His lovely little dragon had a moment of clarity in the middle of fucking him. Not before, not after, in the middle. He had been happily moaning and losing his mind to the roughness and was taken entirely off guard when Truthless Recluse began moving slowly.
The Sage
hated
it. But he could do nothing about it. He couldn’t move his hips with the fact that he was currently on his arms and knees. Truthless Recluse had full control over his hips and was determined to thrust slow for him and he
hated
it. Blueberry Milk hated the way it felt so soft and so sweet. He needed to be crushed into the mattress and-
The Sage’s thoughts paused completely when Truthless Recluse pushed inside of him completely and stayed there. He was breathing heavily and whining. With the little thoughts he could scramble together, it almost sounded like when he was pushing those eggs out during his heat.
Blueberry Milk yelped when his position was suddenly changed. With Truthless Recluse still inside of him, he was rotated to be on his back with his knees practically touching his chest. It was awkward and he could feel the tips of both cocks inside of him pushing up against his cervix painfully.
Don’t get him wrong, the pain felt amazing but the desperate whines and labored breathing was starting to concern him the longer it went on. Truthless Recluse grinded into him slightly almost as if desperate which didn’t make sense. He was in a
rut
, not a heat. All of these noises were akin to how he was during the heat and it didn’t make sense. The Sage couldn’t get it to make sense at all no matter how much he threw it around in his barely coherent mind.
“Take it-” Truthless Recluse leaned forward and practically shoved his face into Blueberry Milk’s neck. The question that was about to come forth died on his tongue when he felt something beginning to push at his entrance. It wasn’t something new, it was something pushing through one of those cocks still inside of him and it was pushing
hard
. “Take it take it take it take all of it you must my Dove-”
A choked gasp escaped his lips when the first egg pushed past his entrance and through him. It felt so good and Truthless Recluse’s desperate murmuring into his neck almost made it feel better. Soft thumbs were massaging circles into his hips but all the Sage could focus on was the feeling of that egg going deeper and deeper inside of him.
It pushed through his cervix with little resistance. The Sage had altered how his cunt was on the fly when it was being pushed inside of him. He didn’t need to do much adjustment, his cervix was bullied enough by the time this began that it probably could’ve taken it without needing interference.
The moment the first egg was settled, another one popped inside of him. Blueberry Milk squeaked and moaned shamelessly at the feeling. He loved the way it felt and he adored the soft purr that Truthless Recluse was giving him in an attempt to comfort him. Somehow it made the sensation of the egg being pushed inside of him so much more.
The third one didn’t wait for the second to be settled. Before the second one had even gotten into his womb, the third pushed inside of him. They felt so big yet so small. It was too much. Too much too much too much! Blueberry Milk wailed when the second and third pushed passed his cervix together and he hit his climax. Cumming when they popped inside of him felt so good so good so good
“Good for me.” Truthless Recluse whispered gently. The Sage’s breathing was almost as labored as his when a kiss gently came to his neck. His eyes opened wide, feeling one last one beginning to push at his entrance. It was far, far bigger than the other three. He’s not even sure he could take it. “Last one. You can do it, my Dove. You wanted this, so take it.”
“Tr’thl-” The Sage couldn’t even finish his sentence. A moan broke through and shattered any words he wanted to say as that big egg finally popped through with a very gentle thrust from Truthless.
It felt divine and entirely soul consuming. Truthless Recluse kept thrusting ever so gently inside of him and sending shocks of pleasure up his spine. The egg kept pushing up and up and closer to his cervix. He wasn’t even sure it would fit but he didn’t care anymore. Blueberry Milk would make it fit at any cost. It felt so good inside of him he needed to keep it.
The soft thrusting never changed its pace. Truthless Recluse only stopped thrusting when the egg came to push against his cervix. It pushed against him and pain danced behind his eyes beautifully. It hurt so wonderfully and he needed more of it.
It popped in without much resistance. It settled deep inside of him with the other eggs and a curious glance down showed his stomach already bulging from their size. It was obscene and the Sage swore he would cum from the sight alone.
He thought that Truthless Recluse had expended all of his strength with how he didn’t move. Blueberry Milk was ready to be pampered and treated well for the next few months. He didn’t expect for Truthless Recluse to gently mouth at his neck and begin to thrust into him again.
A startled moan broke from him. Every thrust very slightly jossled the eggs inside of him and a new kind of pleasure shot through his dough and consumed him. Truthless Recluse was both soft and harsh. Every thrust was slow and deep. He was practically bounced with every thrust, their hips meeting so harshly.
It felt lazy and it still felt divine. Truthless Recluse began to gently kiss his neck and leave little bites around it. New hickeys joined the old ones and Blueberry Milk didn’t even care. It felt like he was going to melt and Truthless Recluse would gladly help him. The two of them finally met to kiss, something they hadn’t done the entire week. It felt so slow, so lazy and so loving.
Almost as if this wasn’t to finally end his rut. As if he weren’t thrusting into the Sage carefully and deep and soul consuming and-
Witches he was going to cum again. Blueberry Milk whimpered and let Truthless Recluse do whatever he wanted. As long as his lovely dragon finally came inside of him, he could do whatever he wanted.
Truthless Recluse made sure to keep being gentle despite how deep and forceful his thrusts were. His hands roamed around the Sage’s body and gently massaged him as they went. It felt so loving that Blueberry Milk thought he began crying. It felt so sweet that he finally broke. He needed to be full full full full full full full full full-
With one last thrust, Blueberry Milk and Truthless Recluse finally hit their orgasms together. The Sage’s vision was coated with black spots as the familiar feeling of being pumped full of cum came to him. Truthless Recluse barely held himself together at the wonderful feeling of Blueberry Milk tightening around him.
The Sage could barely think anymore. Breathing and being a perfect hole for Truthless Recluse was all he was good for and he would warm his dragon so well. He didn’t even realize that Truthless Recluse had pulled out of him and gotten off of him. He knew something was happening when he was finally lifted out of bed and somewhere else.
He whimpered ever so slightly into Truthless Recluse’s arms as he was carried into their bathtub. Warm water greeted him and he relaxed again within the arms of his beloved. He leaned back into Truthless Recluse’s chest and could barely keep his eyes open. Truthless Recluse gently purred again and the soft rumbling consumed him.
It was sweet and he was falling asleep. He didn’t want to fall asleep yet…
“You did well.” Truthless Recluse gently ran a hand through his hair, getting it wet and making Blueberry Milk shiver. “Go to sleep, Dove.”
… He supposes he can sleep, then. The Sage gently closed his eyes and let himself be consumed by the warmth and safety of his lovely little Recluse. Just b
efore sleep consumed him, Blueberry Milk raised a hand up to his abdomen and gently rested it on the bump that the eggs inside of him had made. An odd sense of satisfaction washed over him and he fell asleep content and complete.
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