Seraphel, now fully satisfied with their intimate encounter, looked down at Zilias' exhausted form. He had a satisfied smirk on his face, his gaze roaming over the boy's body. "You did well, little lamb," he said, his voice gruff but holding a hint of admiration. "You're much more needy than I had expected." Zilias could only manage a weak nod, still catching his breath and trying to process what had just happened. His body was covered in a faint sheen of sweat, his chest heaving and cheeks flushed.
Seraphel ran his hand through Zilias' hair almost affectionately. "You look adorable like this," he said, a possessive glint in his eyes. "All tired and vulnerable and mine."
Zilias felt a pang of something unfamiliar in his heart at the dragon's words. He should have felt afraid, threatened even, but somehow, being claimed like that by the dominant presence above him made him feel safe, almost cared for.
"I'm... I'm yours." he whispered, his voice still slightly hoarse from their earlier activities.
Seraphel's smirk widened, his gaze darkening with possessive intent. "Yes, you are," he said, "and don't you ever forget it."
He leaned in closer, his breath hot on Zilias' skin. "You're mine, my little lamb. You belong to me, body and soul."
Zilias shivered at the dragon's words, excitement coursing through his veins.
"We both belong to eachother..." Zilias giggles. Seraphel's smirk relaxed into a genuine smile at Zilias' words. He shifted his position, pulling the boy closer into his arms.
"I suppose that's true," he said, his voice softer now. "I belong to you just as much as you belong to me."
He ran his hand up and down Zilias' back, a gentle and soothing gesture. "But don't forget who takes charge in this relationship, little lamb. I'm still the dominant one here."
Zilias let out a soft sigh, his body relaxing against Seraphel's. He felt a strange sense of comfort and security in the dragon's arms, even though he knew that Seraphel could easily overpower him.
"I don't think I could forget that if I tried," he said, a hint of teasing in his voice. "You've made it very clear who's in charge around here." Seraphel's smirk returned, a possessive glint in his eyes. "Damn right I have," he said, his tone firm.
He took a handful of Zilias' hair, pulling it just hard enough to make the boy gasp. "And I'll keep showing you who's in charge, every chance I get. Don't you doubt that."
Zilias couldn't help the shiver that ran down his spine at the dragon's words. He felt... oddly excited by Seraphel's possessive nature. He had never thought he would want to be owned so completely by someone, and yet here he was, willingly succumbing to the dragon's demands.
He looked up at Seraphel, a mixture of submission and defiance in his gaze. "I won't forget who I belong to, I promise." Seraphel's smirk widened into a predatory grin. "That's my good little lamb," he purred, his voice low and velvety. "You'd better not forget, or I'll have to remind you in a not-so-gentle way."
He leaned in closer, his lips hovering just above Zilias' ear. "And let's be honest, you wouldn't mind a nice, rough reminder from me, would you?" Zilias felt his body responding to the dragon's words, his heartbeat quickening at the thought of being handled so roughly by the dominant presence above him. He swallowed hard, trying to gather his thoughts.
"Maybe... maybe I wouldn't mind," he whispered, his voice breathless. He knew he shouldn't want such things, but he was powerless against the dragon's allure. Seraphel's grin turned victorious as he saw the effect his words had on Zilias. "That's what I thought," he said, his grip on the boy's hair tightening just a bit.
He pulled Zilias closer, his body pressing flush against the younger man's. "You may act all innocent and shy, little lamb, but you're no better than me. You like it when I take control, when I handle you roughly and make you mine." Zilias couldn't deny the dragon's words. His body was betraying him, responding eagerly to Seraphel's every touch and command. He was a mess of conflicting emotions, both scared and aroused at the same time.
He looked up at the dragon, his eyes wide and needy. "I... I just want to please you," he whispered, his voice cracking. "Oh, you do please me, little lamb," Seraphel purred, his tone almost affectionate. "Your submission, your obedience, it's all so perfect. You make such a pretty picture, begging for my touch."
He leaned in closer, his lips almost touching Zilias' ear. "And you know what pleases me the most? When you're completely at my mercy, when you're mine to do with as I please." Zilias let out a soft whimper at the dragon's words, his body trembling in excitement. He couldn't deny that a part of him loved to be at the mercy of the dominant presence above him.
"Please," he whispered, his voice barely above a breath. "Handle me however you want. I'm yours, completely." Seraphel's eyes darkened with desire, his smirk turning almost feral. "Careful what you wish for, little lamb," he warned, his tone dangerously low. "I won't hold back, not when you've given me permission to do whatever I want with you."
He pushed Zilias onto his back, straddling him and pinning his wrists above his head. "You're mine now, and I always take care of my property." Zilias felt a thrill of excitement and fear run through him as he found himself pinned down by the dragon's much larger frame. He could feel Seraphel's strength and power, his every movement controlled and precise.
He looked up at the dragon, eyes wide and pupils dilating with arousal. "I... I'm yours," he repeated, his voice a mere whisper. "That's right," Seraphel growled, his grip on Zilias' wrists tightening. "You're mine, and you'll do as I say, whenever I say it."
He leaned in closer, his face mere inches from Zilias'. "And you'll enjoy every single moment of it, won't you, little lamb?"
"Yes," Zilias breathed, his body squirming involuntarily against the dragon's grasp. "I'll do whatever you say, whenever you say it. And I'll enjoy it, I'll enjoy being yours."
The words were a revelation, a surrender to something he had never imagined before. He found himself wanting to give himself completely over to the dominant presence above him, to be possessed and claimed in every way possible.