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Kinich doesn't know why he decided to follow them.
Was it curiosity? Perhaps. At least six different groups from researchers, Saurian Hunters to maybe-treasure hoarders had already come knocking at his door either asking for directions or trading for supplies within the past month. The fact that he'd heard news that none of the groups who had gone to the ruins survived only compounded his interest.
He's known about the ruins just a hike away from his house since he moved here as a child. His father couldn't care less what he did, but his mother had always warned him not to enter. Something about ancient relics and the curses they bear.
Neither of them are here anymore to stop him.
So Kinich follows the party, right after he'd just finished up hunting for dinner. He quickly stored the boars in his kitchen and followed the group's trail, hiding in the trees as he did, and reckons they've got around another half hour before they reach the ruins' entrance.
He doesn't plan on going too deep – just the first couple chambers, maybe. He'll look around and pick up whatever looks useful. His house could appreciate some new decor (though he doubts he'd be able to find anything left for him after all the survey groups).
***
One moment, he was tailing the group, going deeper than he intended into the ruins. Kinich couldn't help himself, really. Even he knew how to appreciate ancient ruins and whatnot, the stories and legends they carry dating back millennia.
In the next, he found himself finalizing a pact with a dragon.
"With this, we shall be wedded, little Kinich!" the dragon said.
"Whatever. As long as you don't go causing trouble for me."
"You mortals should be grateful to be blessed by my presence!"
Now, Kinich was on his trek back home, his new "husband" walking next to him. He did find something– someone, useful, in the end.
"Where's my food, wife! I haven't had a decent meal in years y'know!"
"Oh, shut it. We're almost there."
Although, Kinich doesn't know if this... thing? relic? dragon?'s usefulness outweighed how annoying he's being.
"A 45-minute hike is not almost there! Let me fly us!" his most recent acquisition, one K'uhul Ajaw, says. Kinich sighs for the fifth time that minute, massaging his temples. Ending up with a so-called "Ancient Dragonlord" as a husband hadn't been on his to-do list for the day.
"Sure. Then you're going to drop me off a cliff and claim my body. Like you said you would." Kinich says nonchalantly as he looks up at the dragon. Ajaw was easily two to three times his height with scales a green so dark it was almost black, he could barely see the light reflecting off of it. Kinich thinks he should be scared, but the shades Ajaw wears took most of the seriousness out of the situation.
"I did say that!" he laughs, "but as much as I'd like to speed up this whole taking-over-your-body process, it'd be a very unhusbandly thing to do, so I won't. What do you say about that flight now, eh? I don't offer this opportunity to just anyone!"
Kinich thinks it over. The damn dragon could he lying. Whatever he said about it being unhusbandly or whatnot could've been a ruse. His "husband" only needed to drop him onto a sharp cliff face and it'd be the end of him.
On the other hand, as much as he loved grappling, it could never replicate the freedom that flying gave.
Besides, doesn't the pact prevent them from harming each other?
***
They land safely in front of his house.
"And I barely tried to shake you off! Am I not a great husband or what!" Ajaw puffs his chest in pride as Kinich jumps off his back. He hates to admit it, but flying on a dragon's back had felt fun.
"Yeah, yeah, you're the best." Kinich opens the door. "Can you shrink yourself? Unless you want to sleep outside, that is."
Ajaw clicks his tongue at that. "Of course I can! Don't underestimate my powers, wife!"
Kinich scrutinizes him as the dragon enters. Ajaw is smaller now, though he's still a head taller than him. He resists the urge to sigh – dragons will be dragons, he supposes.
"Not one of my favourite sizes but it works!" Ajaw smiles pridefully. "What's for dinner, wife? Do you need your great husband to capture us a herd of saurians?"
Kinich makes a face at that. "I don't eat saurians. We're having one of the boars I hunted earlier today."
"Just one!?"
"Isn't that enough?"
"I'm a dragon!"
"Fine." Kinich groans. "Two boars tonight, but you better earn your keep if you're going to play house with me."
"Hah! Rest assured, wifey, the Almighty Dragonlord K'uhul Ajaw is a dragon of honor! We shan't ever starve!"
***
"We're husband and wife now, of course we're going to share a bed," Ajaw huffs smugly. "Don't tell me you're shy, wife?
"It's not that." Kinich looks at the bed, then to Ajaw. "You're too big."
"Not wrong! But save that kind of talk for later tonight–"
He deadpans. "I'm not sleeping with you."
"Huh?" Ajaw looks confused. It's a funny expression on a dragon, Kinich thinks for a moment. "But we must!"
"Do we, now. We've only known each other for half a day." He ignores how he's unbothered by the more concerning fact that Ajaw's thing is probably the size of his thigh, or how he probably has two. He also ignores the slight wetness starting to pool in his pants at the thought.
"Ugh, did you not read the entirety of the contract, wife?" Ajaw summons their pact, a phlogiston projection in the shape of a 52-page long document. "Page 45, on the sealing of our pact – consummation of marriage! Read it carefully!"
Kinich leans forward for a better look at the offending clause and– oh, there it is. In addition to a verbal confirmation, blood oath, kiss, handshake, vows of loyalty, swearing fealty to one another, handfasting, et cetera et cetera... the two parties must consummate their marriage in the form of sexual intercourse to further solidify the pact.
"...I didn't notice."
"Well, we simply must!" Ajaw says, sing-song, in a fake relenting tone. "Don't worry, wife. I, Almighty Dragonlord K'uhul Ajaw, shall pale in comparison to your previous puny mortal partners, you'd forget they'd ever existed in the first place!"
Kinich sighs. He considers his situation for a moment. It wouldn't be so bad, if he were honest with himself. Giving up his virginity to the local "Almighty Dragonlord" sounded like a pretty big deal. That, and with the pact fully sealed, Ajaw would lend him his powers. There weren't really any cons beside a smug and annoying dragon to deal with.
"Alright, then," Kinich says eventually. He plops down onto the bed and looks up at Ajaw. "Take the lead."
***
"Ngh! Ah..."
Kinich clutches onto his sheets, his other hand gripping the top of Ajaw's head. He was relentless – Ajaw's tongue was long and thick, filling up the hole that up until now had only been experimented on with two thin fingers.
Ajaw's tongue eventually leaves him, though not before licking a long stripe from his taint up to his clit, forcing another mewl from Kinich.
"You're so tight, wife, I might start thinking you're a virgin," he chuckles as he climbs further up the bed, completely covering Kinich with his body. Ajaw gently runs a single talon from his slim waist, up to to tease a puffy nipple, and to his cheek, softly caressing. "Or have your previous lovers simply not been satisfactory?"
Kinich leans into the touch, grasping for anything that might ground him back to reality, calm down his twitching legs. They haven't even started fucking yet but Ajaw had already made him cum thrice on his tongue alone, for god's sake!
He tries, "I... haven't..."
"Hm? Haven't what?"
Kinich's hand slowly grabs onto the claw as he hides his face into the sheets. "You're my first..."
Ajaw turns completely silent at that.
"Ajaw?" Kinich asks. Ah, had he been expecting a more experienced spouse?
Kinich doubts were immediately slashed when he feels Ajaw's cock, touching his knee, grow bigger.
He looks down. Oh. Ajaw's cock was a separate beast in itself. In his current form, it was easily the size of his forearm. The monstrous length had a tapered tip, with some ridges protruding along its length. Kinich feels himself growing wetter by the second.
(At the back of his mind, he wonders how Ajaw's cock in his bigger form would fit inside. That, Kinich thinks, would probably be the size of his thigh.)
"So my cute wife turns out to be a blushing virgin!" Ajaw laughs. Kinich raises an eyebrow at that, intending to reply, but his mouth was soon kept busy by an invading tongue. He can feel Ajaw exploring his mouth, trying to shove himself as deep as he can into his throat.
Ajaw continues downward again, lapping at the crook of Kinich's neck. "Fear not, my dear Kinich. The great K'uhul Ajaw will take good care of you!"
"Ah– Just... Get on with it–" Kinich lowers his body down the bed, grinding the tip of the dragon's cock against his leaking pussy. "The sooner we finish the better..."
"Hah, are you sure that's what you want, wife?" Ajaw adjusts his position, the head of his cock now right against Kinich's hole. One small movement, and he'd finally be able to feel that monstrous thing ruin his insides.
"Just–" Kinich tries again, his shaky arms pushing his lower body off the bed as he tries to push Ajaw's cock inside him.
"And here I thought I'd be gentle!" Ajaw laughs as he starts to push in. "It's going to be a tight fit, but I'm sure you can take it!"
A loud moan rips itself out of Kinich as he feels the tip starting to enter. Inch by inch, Ajaw's thick cock stretches his previously untouched cunt, searing his mark of ownership deep where none but his husband will ever touch him. Kinich hears his own mewls and whimpers escape his mouth, his body trying to take in Ajaw, until he feels the length eventually stop.
"Ah, I will take mercy on you just this time, wife." Ajaw says, leaning back as he places his clawed hands on Kinich's waist. "Taking me halfway in for your first time is already impressive for a mortal!"
"Halfway?!" Kinich sits up at that. "What do you mean– Ngh–!"
"Fear not, I know you're eager to take in all of your great husband." Kinich looks at him in shock, but Ajaw continues. "You may be my wife, but a mortal is a mortal! I will only have to train you every night from now on, you should be grateful!"
Ajaw slowly starts to pull out, leaving only the tip of his cock inside. Kinich tilts his head, confused. "Why are you sto– AH!"
Ajaw immediately pushes back in, following with quick, shallow thrusts. Kinich was left a moaning, gasping mess underneath him, his cervix pounded with every thrust. Ajaw doesn't even have to try, his cock rubbing against Kinich's sweet spot each time. Kinich finds himself squirming against the sheets, eyes rolled back, and tongue lolling out.
"Ah– Mn, A– Ajaw– It's too– too much..."
"You can't expect to be able to take all of my cock like this, wife!" Ajaw chuckles, smug. "Dragons have two cocks, don't forget!"
Kinich groans. He forgot.
Ajaw continues to plunder his insides, his tongue creating a mess on Kinich's chest. Distantly, he knew he was screaming for the entire forest to hear. For a split second he worries his slutty moans might reach the tribe. Such thoughts immediately disappeared when Ajaw flipped him onto his belly, pushing deeper into his cunt.
Kinich knows this position, it's how the forest animals would mate with one another
– feral, animalistic. His dimming awareness knows he should be appalled, disgusted, even, to be fucked like an animal in heat, driven only by the desire to mate and breed.
But when he hears Ajaw's soft praises, how good of a wife you're being, you take my cock so well, you would look so beautiful carrying my eggs, Kinich can't deny how right it felt to be treated like a just another hole to be fucked and filled.
Eventually he feels Ajaw's hips pounding against him – he's taken all of Ajaw's cock.
"That's a good wife, I knew you could do it. Call for me, call for your husband..." Even Ajaw was starting to sound breathless, Kinich notices. Soon he'll be pumped full of cum, he'll get knocked up, he'll start carrying–
"H-husband..."
Before he knew it, Kinich was already grinding back against Ajaw, his cunt tightening around the dragon's cock as he came. It didn't take long for Ajaw to follow, a couple more quick thrusts and Kinich could feel the head of his husband's cock inside his womb, pumping him full of virile seed.
"Make sure it takes, wife."
***
The first thing Kinich notices when he wakes up is that he just had the best sleep of his life.
The second is his very, very sore body.
The third is the dragon-husband he acquired not twenty-four hours ago, whom he's currently cuddled up against.
"Good morning, wife! Your amazing husband has already hunted breakfast! We need only prepare it!" Ajaw says smugly as he wraps a wing around Kinich.
Kinich simply deadpans, rethinks all of his life choices that had led him to being fucked half to death by an ancient dragon, and gets up to start preparing for the day.
Not before wincing as his legs touched the ground.
***
"You should use this form more often," Kinich says as he rechecks his bag. They're about to head out to the Scions of the Canopy's tribal market. He visits the tribe at least two to four times a month, whether to take a commission or restock on supplies he can't make by himself.
(After Ajaw decided to rail him against the wall that morning, Kinich resolved to stock on more healing salves.)
"Hm? What's wrong with my usual one?" Ajaw circles around Kinich in the air, his form now a small, almost pixelated, yellow dragon.
Kinich starts listing things off. "First, you don't knock things off around the house. Second, we're at eye level. Third," he pauses. "I guess you're also quite cute like this."
"This Dragonlord is not cute!" Ajaw begins to flail himself around, the upper part of his body turning red before he eventually calms down. A smirk is on his face now. "Heh, I won't deny, this form has its perks! I can do this!" As he says that, Ajaw flies into Kinich's shirt, sticking himself onto the latter's chest.
"Perv." Kinich doesn't stop him. "Just don't cause any trouble. I'll say you're my saurian companion if anyone asks."
Ajaw pokes his head out, looking as upset as his pixels could allow him. "You would disown your husband like that!? The Almighty Dragonlord K'uhul Ajaw!"
"I don't need anymore questions from them, the ones I get are troublesome enough," he replies as he locks his door. "I imagine if I show up to the market with a 10-something-foot tall dragon, claim he's my husband, say we got married yesterday, I'd never hear the end of it."
"If you, wifey, showed up with a 12-foot tall dragon, those puny mortals would have no choice but to tremble in fear and worship us as their leaders!"
"Vetoed. Leadership sounds like too much work."
"Have some ambition!"
***
"Kinich! Hey!"
Kinich turns his head at the familiar voice. There he sees Mualani jogging up to meet him, waving her hand. He waves back, his face softening slightly upon seeing her. She's a trusted friend, one of the few people Kinich had let close.
"Who's that?" Ajaw asks, sounding irked.
"My friend," he answers. Mualani stops in front of him, a confused smile on her face as she looks at Ajaw. "This is Ajaw, my saurian companion."
"Oh!" A smile blooms on her face as she greets him. "It's nice to meet you, Ajaw! I'm Kinich's friend, Mualani!"
"Hmph! Mortal, mind your manners in the presence of the Almighty Dragonlord K'uhul Ajaw and only refer to him as your sovereign! The only one worthy of speaking my name is my wi–"
Kinich swats him up towards the sky before he could finish, ignoring the dragon's angry screams – at least it was becoming less audible. It was a trick he considered when Ajaw first transformed into that form at home, he didn't think it'd actually work.
"That's... timeout for him now, I suppose. Sorry about that."
"Huh." Mualani tries to follow Ajaw's form disappearing into the sky. "He's... an interesting guy? Can he get back on his own?"
"Probably." Considering how clingy he is. "Didn't think I'd see you around. What brings?"
"Auntie Atea wanted to meet some old pals of hers. I thought I'd be able to catch you, or visit, at least, so I tagged along!" Mualani says as she pulls out snacks from her bag. "Here, Auntie tried a new recipe recently. Anyway– I didn't know you had a saurian companion!"
"A recent acquisition." He picks out one of the smaller snacks and throws it into his mouth. A tad too sweet for him, but it's delicious. "It's good." Ajaw might like it, he thinks, so he saves a few.
"You know the ruins near my place?" He continues, and Mualani nods. "The Saurian Relic Association caught wind of it recently so people started exploring it. I followed a group. Long story short, Ajaw was sealed in there, we made a pact, and he's here now."
"That's– wow." She looks at Kinich, awe in her face. "You really need to realize how amazing you are! Oh, is that why... Ajaw? Looks like that?"
"Pixelated?"
"Mhm."
"It's just the phlogiston projection. His actual form would be..." Kinich points to a spot behind her. "About twice the height of that stall."
Mualani turns around, considers how big Ajaw would be, and turns back, stunned. "Wow."
"It's 'wow' until he knocks four vases off the shelves with his wings–"
"–why would you throw me like that!" an angry voice rings through the sky. Kinich sighs, grateful they were in a less crowded area. Ajaw soon flies near enough to knock his tiny pixelated hands on Kinich's head. "What was that! Is that how you treat your h– ahem! Best saurian buddy!?"
Kinich deadpans. "You shouldn't have been rude, then."
"Mualani!" They hear Atea's voice approaching, sounding tense. "Hiya, Kinich. Sorry to cut your meeting short but we have to head back soon. We've got an emergency."
"An emergency?" Mualani asks, worried.
"It's complicated, I'll explain on our way back. Kinich, you and the little guy take care, too."
"Alright– Sorry, I'll make it up to you next time!" Mualani says as she turns to follow Atea, already heading back towards the stairs. "See you, Kinich, Ajaw!
Kinich waves back, ignoring Ajaw sputtering next to him. "Did that mortal just say little guy?"
"She's not wrong."
"Little guy!?"
"Okay, 'big guy', let's head back. I've got all I need. Did you see anything you want?" Kinich folds his arms, walking as he looks around for whatever might placate his oh-so-whiny husband.
"How could mere mortal contraptions impress the Almighty Dragonlord K'uhul Ajaw?" he harrumphs. "Let me fly us back, wifey! Your great husband is feeling gracious today."
"'Kay, but let's get further out first."
***
Chief Wayna greets him on their way out, looking relieved to see him.
"Oh, Kinich, have the animals out there been acting weird recently?" He asks as Kinich was about to leave.
"Weird?"
"Our outriders heard something yesterday. They said it sounded like... animals? Mating?" Kinich stiffens, but the chief simply continues. "We thought it could be an early mating season – which could be either good or bad depending on the entirety of the situation, really, but we're unsure. Can you keep an eye out? We can pay upfront, if you'd like."
"...It's fine." Kinich pulls on Ajaw's tail before the damned thing can open his mouth. He hopes he's not blushing. "I'll... let you know next week."