Paralangua Boyfriend: Lerour Part One (complete)

I’ve been called home by my family, which is not unexpected. I left home for school and to see the world a bit before I had to return. This is something I’ve waited for, and am actually excited for. It’s a tradition in my village, and a great honor to be selected.

My hometown is a bit strange. It was a wonderful place to grow up, but it’s not the sort of town you wander into and feel safe. It’s a peninsula into the wetlands, and there is dark, murky water on all sides of us. These waters are home to something that the people of my home worship. At an early age, children are selected by these creatures to take part in a ritual that assures the health and longevity of both the town and the wetlands. When I was little, I was one of five chosen.

These creatures appear maybe once or twice a year; during the festival, which encompasses the ritual, and during harsh winters when the wetlands become too cold, when they go to the castle on the hill that has been their sacred home for centuries. When I was selected, the creatures came into the tent housing us children. They were extremely tall and burly, with skin so white that even the smallest bit of light made them glow. Their eyes were a vivid pink or red, and their features were smooth and strange. Behind their lips were sharp, horrible teeth, but for us they kept themselves draped in robes so we wouldn’t be afraid.

These creatures, which the town calls the Parlangua, would come in and choose the selected children. There are always five, a mix of boys and girls, usually all around the same age. These children are marked so they will be protected until they were grown. Once we turned twenty-one, we would come home to complete the ritual.

The Festival of Ash happens every year near the middle of spring, right as the weather is becoming balmy and everything is growing lush and green. The Festival celebrates the young, as the Parlangua not only select children, but bless newborns with their favor.

The ritual begins as evening falls. The five selected children, now grown, all gather in one place. One by one, they take a seat near the marsh to watch a battle. Young Parlangua fight each other until there is only one standing. This one takes the seated person as their mate. Once all five have been paired, they spend their first year in the castle on the hill, where they bond and truly become mates.

All my life, I have been waiting for this moment, excited by the prospect to join the Parlangua and to have a mate so powerful, who only wants me. Growing up, I knew it was an honor, but it was also my own ‘Beauty and the Beast’ tale coming true. As I matured, I grew excited about other things.

Having only seen the Parlangua once in my whole life, the glimpse I got filled me with awe. They embodied a strange mix of beauty and horror that soon grew into my own personal taste. I loved watching monster movies, not for chills, but because the monsters gave me a certain sort of excitement. I heard stories that the Parlangua were amazing lovers, with stamina no human could possess. They wouldn’t stop making love until their partner was truly satisfied. 

We chosen were instructed to save ourselves for the end of the ritual. The protection placed on us also protected us from rape. For me, it was an easy promise to keep, as most men around me were not at all to my taste, and none of them ever made me question my commitment. I wanted my first time to be with the Parlangua who battled the hardest for me, who wanted me, who earned me. 

When I return home, the town is already decorated for the festival. I can see the tents in the distance near the base of the hill where the castle stands. I decide to see how things are going, and head downtown.

Part of the road is blocked, so I park and get out and walk. I go towards the tents, wandering around and reminiscing about all the festivals I went to when I was small. I come to the edge of the wetlands, and there I find the entrance to the underground arena. It’s been decorated as well, and the doors will remain locked until the chosen are sent inside.

I grow excited, even a little wet at the idea of these creatures fighting over the right to be my mate. Perhaps I’m weird, but that won’t matter after tonight. By dawn, I’ll be the bride of a Parlangua, and I will be his goddess.

“Came to look at things too?”

I jump a bit, then turn to see one of the other selected come up behind me. “Oh hey, Ben,” I sigh. “Yeah, guess I’m a bit anxious to get all this started.”

“You always were excited about it,” Ben huffs. Ben is a bit taller than me, but on the huskier side. We were friends throughout school, but Ben was always picked on for being a chubby kid. I always stood up for him, but it got to him, and he had come to feel undeserving of his selection. 

“You should be, too.” I place my hand on his back. “Those Parlangua are going to be fighting for your affection as well, you know?”

Ben grimaces. “I’m just worried it will be...” he stops himself and huffs. “Well, what if I get someone I don’t particularly… like?”

I furrow my brow at him. “What do you mean, you won’t-” I stop myself, realizing it mid-sentence. “Oh, you mean a girl.”

Ben rubs the back of his neck. “That’s what all of this is for, right? To breed and all? I don’t know if I’m going to be able to… you know… do it.”

I smile, trying to stay upbeat and positive for him. “The Parlangua choose who they choose for a reason. They obviously chose you because they knew their children would need someone like you.”

Ben’s grimace turns a bit softer. “You think that’s possible?”

“Yeah! I’m very sure,” I chuckle. 

Ben and I leave together, going back to a bar where we meet up with two of the other selected. Abby and Chuck let us join them at their booth, where we share stories about what we’ve been up to after we left town.

“So, did anyone break their promise?” Chuck asks with a smirk.

“You just want dirty details you can jerk off to later,” Abby scoffs at him.

Chuck winks. “I want fodder for when I’m going down on my future bride. I mean, I’ve done things, don’t get me wrong, but this submarine has never gotten wet.”

Ben and I exchange disgusted looks. “I’m gonna vomit on your submarine if you keep talking like that,” I groan.

“Really,” Abby rolls her eyes. “And ‘submarine’? What the fuck is wrong with you, Charles?” She takes a drink to get the bad taste out of her mouth.

“I’m just asking a legitimate question,” Chuck huffs. “It’s not bad if you have, but I do hear that those who don’t keep the promise get a special punishment from their mate.” He says this with an excited grin.

“What sort of… punishment?” Ben’s voice cracks.

Chuck thinks for a moment. “Well, they say that the winning mate will make sure you forget anything before them. Sounds like a good night to me personally.”

Ben fidgets. “Oh, I see.”

“Ben,” I whisper at him.

Ben returns my tone with look that tells me to stay quiet. I keep my mouth shut and turn back towards Chuck and Abby. “Aside from that, has anyone heard from Nellie?”

“We used to text all the time, but a few weeks ago, she suddenly stopped replying,” Abby says. “I’ve tried calling her and everything, but it seems she’s maintaining radio silence.”

“She chickened out,” Chuck scoffs. “There is always one every year. Bet she met someone and decided to run away from it all.”

“Oh, yikes,” I flinch. “That’s not good.”

“Until that protection charm is removed, whoever she’s with is in for a few surprises,” Chuck laughs.

After catching up a bit more, Ben and I leave together. “So, you’re not a virgin?” I jab.

Ben grimaces at me. “Don’t say that. It sounds so weird.” He jabs his hands into the pockets. It’s spring, but there is still a chill to the air at night.

“Then who did you fuck?” I say with a grin.

Ben glares back at me. “Shut up, Samara. Just someone I met in college. We fooled around for a while, and then I came home. Nothing to it.”

“But now you’re going to get punished by your mate, so I wouldn’t say it’s nothing.” I take hold of his hand. “Don’t worry. I’m sure this has happened plenty of times before, and none of the mates have ever been harmed or anything.”

“Still,” Ben grumbles. “There are all these variables.”

“Just think about the ridiculous monster dick that’s yours from now on,” I tease.

Ben’s cheeks turn bright red. “Will you stop?”

“What are you into? Or are you the one that’s gone into…?” I trail off at the thought.

“Oh, my god!” Ben snaps at me.

I chuckle and grin at him. “Just saying, the perfect mate will find you and fight hardest for you. And we all know they will do anything to make sure you’re satisfied.”

Ben scoffs, rolling his eyes. “You still believe stories like that?”

I shrug my shoulders. “Why not?”

“Don’t you ever think we were fed those stories to make us eager to go forward?” Ben shakes his head. “That maybe, once we get taken by our mate, not everything is going to be golden? We don’t know these creatures at all, Samara. We don’t know how they have sex, if they love, or if all we are to them is for breeding or just fucking.”

I open my mouth to speak, but only a small croak escapes.

“This could be bad for us, Samara.” Ben’s shoulders slouch and he shakes his head. “I’m going home.” He walks away from me, and I go back to my car.

I drive home and go to my old room. I look at all my silly high school relics, having a small giggle before I lay down in bed. I close my eyes, taking in a deep breath as I try to not think about what Ben said. 

I find an old, dirty comic I keep hidden in my room. Under my bed is a loose floorboard where I used to hide all my secret things, including a few hentai and dirty comics I’d gotten at a con once. The one I liked most was about a princess who got captured by a dragon. The dragon kept her as part of his hoard, killing any knight who came to rescue her. The princess was terrified but the dragon found a way to placate her. He touched her and whispered lovingly to her. For nights, he used his tongue to make her come. Then, one day, he could no longer take it. The dragon made the princess his own by mounting her and pushing his monstrous cock inside her. The princess cried but soon, because she loved the dragon, it became pleasure.

I touched myself many nights to images from this comic, even the idea of it. I do it again now, tucked under my blankets as my fingers find me wet and hot. Then I hear a rapping at my window. I sit up in alarm, and the sharp tapping sound continues.

I go to my window, staring out into darkness, and see a flash of white. I gasp, jumping backwards. The window is wrenched open, and a white figure stands there. His grin is sinister and filled with teeth, his eyes blood-red.

“I’ve come to warn you,” he whispers.

My heart is in my throat, but I am able to get one exclamation out. “Holy fuck.” My eyes dart back and forth as I drink in this massive glass of water. His huge shoulders, his shimmering white scales, his teeth! Then I realize I’m standing there half-naked, and I tug my shirt down. 

“What are you doing here?” I whisper in fear.

His grin sharpens. “I told you, I’ve come to warn you.” He flicks his tongue along his teeth. “When you are seated, I will be fighting for you.”

Every hair on my body bristles. This is unheard of, possibly forbidden. If he gets caught or anyone finds out about this, both of us could be punished for the offense. “Why are you telling me this?” I lean closer to the window. “You could get us both into a shit ton of trouble!”

He happily leans through the window, and I catch a whiff of sage on his scales. The smile on his face is all pride, no hint of remorse or guilt anywhere. This is what he wants, and he is going to do everything to get it. “Because I am going to win, and I will be yours. So when the battles begins, you will know to cheer out my name, Lerour.”

I furrow my brow. “Is your name literally ‘the roar’?”

Lerour shoots me a scowl that soon morphs into a smirk. “I’ve been waiting for this day for so long. I’ve been waiting for you, and no one will take you from me.”

I come closer to the window, seeing that Lerour is stooping. His shoulders are so broad they won’t come through the window. He’s all white, like all the Parlangua. His skin ripples, like scales. His muzzle is long, with powerful jaws. His bright red eyes gaze at me, and for a moment, I’m lost in them.

“So,” I bite down on my cheek as I take in everything as reasonably as I can without busting out into nervous laughter. “What happens when you lose?”

“I won’t,” Lerour grins with a smug assurance. “That is not even a question. I am the strongest of my group, the biggest, the meanest.” He tilts his chin up proudly. “And smelling you now reminds me how big I truly am.”

I clench my thighs together and frown at him. “That makes you sound worse.”

Lerour tries to lean into the window more. “I have to brag,” he chuckles. “How could I not?”

I leer at him a bit, but my heart is going at record pace. Lerour is exactly my type - an absolute perfect specimen. He is equal parts scary, sexy, and horny, exactly like I used to write about in old fanfics. 

I decide to tease back. “So all this?” I pull up my shirt, letting him see what’s below. “Is what you want?”

Lerour’s expression melts an instant. “Soft, warm,” he moans. He licks his chops. “Wet.”

I push my shirt back down, pleased with the results I have gotten. I giggle to myself, watching this beast become a slobbering goon because of me. Excellent.

“You should probably scurry along before someone catches you peeking in.” I can’t believe I am actually batting my eyelashes. 

“I don’t care,” he scoffs. “If I could climb in this window, I would have done so as soon as your shirt was raised.”

I bite my cheek harder, trying to hold back a grin. “Do you even know who I am?”

“Samara.” His growl vibrates along my skin and through my body. It makes me tremble and forget to breathe. “I know who you are,” he whispers. “And I will know all of you soon enough.” He closes the window and slips out of sight.

I go back to my bed, breathless and with a massive wet spot in my underwear. “Oh, dear,” I whisper. “This could be trouble.”

The next day, I meet up with Ben, unable to hold back what happened from anyone. As we sit over coffee, Ben has a strange look on his face as well, as if he hasn’t slept at all.

“What’s wrong?” I ask. “Did something happen?”

“No,” he grunts. “It’s just that...” he leans forward a bit. “Are Parlangua allowed out before the festival?”

My jaw drops, and I nearly choke on air as I inhale sharply. “You, too?” I cough and reach for my drink.

“Me too?” he blurts. “You too?” Ben points at me.

“Lerour,” I sigh dreamily. “He came to my window and told me he would win the battle in the arena.” I look down into my coffee. “It was rather exciting.”

“Kelloul,” Ben murmurs. “He sounded so gentle, but when he spoke of marking his mate, there was this… edge. It was a little frightening, but...” he chuckles. “Like you said, exciting. I couldn’t stop thinking about it, about him!” He presses the heel of his palm to his temple. “I’m so terrified of the arena, but then I just imagine Kelloul’s voice and I get this fluttery feeling.”

“Right?” I chuckle. “It was so hot. I can’t wait for the festival to start so we can finally get to the castle.”

“Be careful what you wish for,” Ben sighs. “It may seem all good now, but once we get to the castle, we don’t know what will happen.”

“Nothing bad,” I grumble as I shrink back from my elaborate fantasies. “I mean, nothing bad should happen. Right? Why else do this festival at all or go along with the Parlangua? Why would Kelloul or Lerour want us specifically?” I lean over the table a bit more as the questions weigh heavy on me. “Nothing bad will happen,” I say, mainly to reassure myself.

As the festival draws near, Lerour continues to come to my window at night. He says he wants to check up on me, make sure I’m sleeping and eating well. A few times, I let him slip his hand inside to touch me. Sometimes he grabs my ass or kneads my hips, but nothing beyond that.

“Tell me,” he whispers from the shadows one night, “what is your desire?”

“Depends,” I drift in thought for a second. “For our first time, you mean?”

Lerour chuckles. “Anything, even if it’s the darkest one you’ve got.”

I take in a deep breath as I lean against the wall beside the window. “So far, I’ve only imagined the first time, and it goes several ways.”

“Tell me,” Lerour purrs.

“One, you take me and it’s just all night, no stopping. Two, you hand me a leash and I control everything. Three, I’m surprised.” I glance towards the window, only seeing his eyes gleam in the shadows. “What do you think?”

Lerour hums to himself in thought and lets a chuckle rumble through the air. The low bass of his voice vibrates on my skin. “All sound good to me, but the third one - that will probably be it.

I shiver with excitement. “You’re trying to tease me, aren’t you, Lerour?”

“Maybe,” he moans. “But you’ll like it, I promise. Our first will be shared.”

My heart hammers a bit more as I lean my head out the window. “That’s a surprise.”

“No worries.” Lerour’s hand comes in and takes hold of mine. “Once you and I have bonded, we can hold each other knowing nothing will matter. It is the bond that means all, and the bond lasts eternally.”

I hold his hand in mine, giving it a squeeze. “Come the dawn, I suppose.”

The scent of sage wafts from him again as he looks into my eyes. He tilts his head to the side, and his long tongue laps at the corners of his mouth. “I will see you in the arena.”

The nervous rumble of my heart builds into my throat and the scent of sage fills my mind with a white cloud. I nod to him, watching his expression become a steely gaze of promise. 

Lerour slips away, and I close the window behind him. At dawn, the Festival of Ash will begin.