Dragon’s Kiss


Mother Earth book 1: Dragon’s Kiss

DragonsKiss_lgIn a future ruled by superstition and fear, wanting the wrong man can be deadly.

The rules governing a Pack-Brother’s existence are simple. Love your Brothers. Protect each other and your Tribe with your life. Seek sex only within the bonds of Brotherhood, or your life is forfeit. The laws are harsh, but fair. Or so Bear has always thought. Then he and his Brother Lynx capture a stranger in the Carwin Tribe’s outlying lands—Dragon, a Brother from a distant Pack, banished from his Tribe for the crime of challenging things he shouldn’t.

Dragon intrigues Bear from the start, and not just because of his exotic beauty. Interest in the decadent old world is discouraged in this post-Change society. Dragon is the first person Bear’s ever known, other than himself, who’s curious about the vanished past. That kinship sparks a forbidden attraction between them. An attraction which is, if they give in to it, punishable by death.

In the space of a day, everything Bear was raised to believe is called into question, and he must make a life-changing decision—follow the law, or follow his heart.

This story was previously available, but has been expanded and re-edited for Samhain Publishing.

(Warning: This book contains ropes, oil, primitive post-apocalyptic cultures and gay sex in the dirt.)


© Copyright 2009 Ally Blue

Bear woke his companions as soon as it was fully light. After a quick meal of fruit and the last of the water, the three of them started across the fields toward a clump of willows in the distance. Bear had been there once before, on patrol with Lynx and Owl. A little river gathered into a still pool there under the branches before spilling out into the grass again. It was safe enough in the daytime, so Bear and Lynx had decided that since they had to go there anyway to fill their water skins, Dragon should get a bath while they were there.

Dragon hadn’t liked it much when they explained that one of them would have to bathe him since his hands had to be bound again, but he’d agreed anyway. Bear didn’t blame him. He’d been that filthy before, and it hadn’t been pleasant.

The day promised to be fine and hot. Sweat prickled between Bear’s shoulder blades as the rising sun beat against his skin. Insects skittered around his feet. Overhead, birds trilled in a cloudless sky. Some of Bear’s tension left him as they waded through the tall grass. On such a perfect morning, he felt invincible. Surely he could manage to bathe Dragon without losing control of himself. After all, he’d stopped last night, hadn’t he?

He ignored the inner voice reminding him that he might not have stopped if Dragon hadn’t made him.

By the time they entered the shade of the willow branches, Bear had his normal confidence back. He pulled off his soft leather moccasins and started unlacing his pants. “Lynx, where’s the soap?”

“Here.” Opening his pouch, Lynx pulled out a small bag made of loosely woven cloth with a long drawstring attached. He tossed it to Bear, who snatched it out of midair with one hand. “I’m gonna go upstream and fill the water skins. There’s some berries growing a little ways up river, I’ll get some of those too.”

“Okay. Be careful.” Bear stepped out of his pants and kicked them aside as Lynx headed off upstream. He hung the bag with the soap in it crosswise over his chest and waded into the water, giving Dragon’s leash a tug. “Come on.”

Dragon followed him out to the middle of the little pool. “The water feels good. Not too cold.”

“Which is why it’s a good spot for a bath.” Bear squatted down and submerged himself in the clear, brown-tinted water, enjoying its cool caress for a moment before standing again. He pulled on the rope around Dragon’s neck, drawing him near. “Duck under for a second. I need you wet all over so I can wash you.”

Stepping closer, Dragon sank slowly into the water, his gaze never leaving Bear’s face. On his knees, Dragon leaned backward, closed his eyes and submerged himself completely. Bear stared, fascinated. Dragon looked serene and a bit surreal, with his face floating just under the water’s surface and his long dark hair drifting in the gentle current.

Bear bit his lip. His palms burned with the sense-memory of Dragon’s skin.

Ignore it. You can do this. Pretend it’s someone else.

Nodding to himself, he gave the rope a light tug. Dragon obediently rose to his feet and stood gazing up at Bear with what could only be called lust. Bear’s breath caught, the blood rushing from his brain and straight to his crotch. The water just lapped his balls, leaving his erection bare to the world. There was no way Dragon could miss it. Sure enough, the gray eyes flicked down and back up, widening just a bit.

Bear bit back a groan. Oh Mother, he’s thinking about me fucking him. It was clear as day in Dragon’s eyes. Afraid of what he’d do if he had to hold Dragon’s gaze, Bear took the man by the shoulders and turned him around.

Dragon cast a hopeful look over his shoulder as Bear took the goat’s milk soap out of its bag and dipped it in the water. “Would you wash my hair?”

“Sure.” Bear worked a froth of creamy lather between his hands, then dropped the soap back in the bag. He dug his soapy fingers into Dragon’s thick hair, working through the tangles as gently as he could. “Wow. I wish I had a comb. This is kind of a mess.”

Dragon laughed. “Tell me about it. That’s what sleeping on the ground for a few days’ll do for you.”

Silence fell. Bear rubbed his fingers in little circles on Dragon’s scalp. The thick white lather swiftly turned black with grime. He scooped a few handfuls of water onto Dragon’s head, pulled the soap out again and rubbed the bar directly into the man’s hair.

Dragon hummed and leaned into Bear’s touch as he worked his way through the waist-length tresses, careful not to dislodge the bits of colored cloth and leather. “Mother, does that ever feel good. The itching’s been driving me crazy.”

“Mm.” Bear shoved the soap back into its bag. “Kneel down. I’ll rinse the soap out.”

Dragon sank to his knees. Kneeling beside him, Bear put one hand behind Dragon’s back. “Lean back. I’ve got you.”

Dragon’s pale eyes rolled up to meet Bear’s. He arched backward until only his face remained above the water’s surface. His hair streamed out behind him, trailing swirls of dirty suds into the water. Bear combed his free hand through Dragon’s hair until the water ran clear. With the dirt gone, the dappled sunlight coaxed glints of red and gold from the floating strands.

“Beautiful,” Bear murmured.

If Dragon heard, he didn’t let on. Bear was grateful for that.

When the last of the soap had been rinsed away, Bear lifted Dragon’s head out of the water. “There. That’s got it.”

“Thank you.” Dragon smiled. “It’s nice to feel clean again.”

“I still have to wash the rest of you,” Bear reminded him. “Stand up, and I’ll get your legs.”

With Bear’s hand on his elbow to balance him, Dragon clambered to his feet and stood gazing expectantly down at Bear. His gray eyes were dark and heavy, his stiff cock bobbing just below the water’s surface. Bear could smell his lust.

Bear looked around as he took out the soap and began scrubbing Dragon’s legs underwater. Above him, the willow branches swayed and murmured in the breeze. The fields were alive with the sounds of insects and birds. Two squirrels raced in spirals around the willow’s trunk, claws scrabbling on the bark. There was no trace of human sound or scent, not even Lynx. Bear knew exactly how far upstream Lynx would need to go, and about how long it would take him.

There’s time, the breeze and the river seemed to whisper. No one needs to know.

“Oh,” Dragon gasped, bringing Bear abruptly out of his thoughts. He glanced up, heart pounding. Dragon’s head was thrown back, his eyes closed and his mouth open.

Oh Mother. Bear looked down, even though he knew what he would see. He could feel it. And there it was, his hand wrapped around Dragon’s rigid shaft, stroking him with a practiced touch. Dragon’s hips moved in tiny pulses, thrusting his prick into Bear’s palm. He moaned, the sound low and rough, and the last of Bear’s resistance fell away.

Letting Dragon’s shaft slip out of his hand and ignoring the resulting whimper of protest, Bear laid his hands on Dragon’s hipbones. “Turn around.”

Dragon did as Bear said, kicking up a cloud of silt as he shuffled his feet. He craned his neck to give Bear a questioning look. “Bear?”

“It’s okay.” Bear rubbed the soap between his hands, working up a lather, then nudged the dwindling bar against Dragon’s bound wrists. “Hold this.”

Dragon obediently closed a hand around the soap. “Bear, no, you shouldn’t.”

“Shouldn’t what?” Plunging his hands into the water, Bear planted his slick palms on Dragon’s taut little ass before the soap could wash away. He began kneading the muscles with his fingers, working in slow circles. “I’m just bathing you. That’s all.”

“But it’s against the law to…” Dragon’s words slid into a sharp cry when Bear’s thumb brushed his hole. “Oh! Bear, please…”

Panting now, Bear pressed his thumb against Dragon’s entrance. The muscles loosened, opening easily, and Bear’s thumb slid right in. Dragon was hot and silky inside, and so tight Bear could feel his own pulse where the ring of muscle gripped him. He closed his eyes and leaned his forehead against Dragon’s back, fighting the urge to spread those taut cheeks wide and plunge his tongue into the dark secret place between them.

“Let me fuck you,” Bear said, his voice hoarse and tight.

A violent shudder ran through Dragon’s body. The heady scent of desire poured from him, making Bear’s prick ache with the need to be inside him.

“They’ll find out,” Dragon whispered. “They’ll kill you.”

“No one’s here but us.” Pulling his thumb out of Dragon’s ass, Bear rose to his feet. He took the bar of soap and began washing Dragon’s chest and stomach. “Lynx won’t be back for at least twenty minutes. We have time. No one needs to know.”

Dragon leaned against Bear’s chest, shaking all over. Bear closed his soap-slick fist around Dragon’s cock, sliding up and down the shaft, and felt the change in Dragon’s body as he gave in to his need.

“Untie me,” Dragon gasped.


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