Freed the Beast | Dragon!Sylus x F!Reader NSFW
Mildly inspired by the birdcage card - playing with the possibility that dragons go into heat + also that sylus is a very sensitive man. In this Sylus is still a dragon and makes a conscious effort to keep his dragon features concealed. Reader is curious about his dragon form and realises they have a kink for being used and bred.
Warnings: he is FERAL, reader is consenting but sylus never asks, new to sex reader but not virgin just inexperienced, you feel him up A LOt, oral - m receiving, doggy, mating press
Sylus jerked his body forward in frustration, chains rattling against his horns.
You had him chained up in a special cage heâd had installed for times like this. Heâd warned you that dragons experience heat but this was your first time experiencing it with him. And this was his first time in heat with a mate. Before it started heâd instructed you to chain him up and leave him there until it passed. He knew he had no self control and didnât want to hurt you - especially since you were so new to these experiences.
But curiosity got the better of you, and you couldnât stand to hear him grunting in pain anymore.
With time, he no longer had the energy to mask his dragon features. Onyx horns adorned his sweat slicked hair and on his chest lay the most beautiful gem youâd ever seen. The thing that held your attention the most was his wings. The leathery material shuddering with anticipation. His crimson eyes had been locked on to you before youâd even opened the door to enter. Long gone was the man who had your best interests in mind. His instincts were screaming at him to consume you in any way possible.
âYou going to help me kitten?â he hissed out, body still jerking with need. You swallowed, still taking in his appearance. Had he possibly grown in size? More importantly⊠your eyes trailed down to the bulge in his pants. Now that had definitely gotten bigger and you had thought Sylus was already well endowed. The head peeked out through his waistband, red, angry and engorged.
His eyes burned a hole into your skull. Your presence was torture to him. Even if you left now, your lingering scent would probably be enough to make him finish if he focused hard enough. Carefully, you stepped towards him. He tried his best to lean towards you but the chains were too damn short and he could barely hold his footing as is. You cupped his warm face, drinking in the want emanating from his body. He melted into your touch. But when your other hand came to grasp his chest he moved so suddenly and made such a guttural sound you instinctively let go completely. He growled at that too. You feared what he would do if he wasnât chained.
âKittenâ he bit out in warning, eyes watching tou like a hawk trailing their prey. You ignored him. Cautiously, still you walked around him till you were faced with his back, or rather his wings⊠You started to trace your hand inbetween his shoulder blades, at the base of his wings. Sylusâ whole body trembled at your touch, muscles flexing with every movement. He let out a trembled breath, willing his body to stay still. Intrigued you traced the bone to the midway point. His wing reacted like a leaf to wind. He tugged at his hands restrains and actually managed to get a hand free. With a growl, he swung himself around to face you, attempting to grab you. Instinctually you jumped backwards, missing his grasp. He smirked evilly. Even in his compromising position you couldnât shake the feeling that he was still in control.
âYouâve had your fun kitten. Come here and let me have youâ
He lunged for you again but hours of being strung up and had made him sloppy, you grabbed his arm and hooked it up again. His body shuddered with the slight contact yours made with him and he crooned to bite some part of you. Anything. But he found himself biting air. He was too delirious and thus, slow. He shook his head in frustration, snarling at himself.
You approached him again, hand grasping his chest for a second time. This time he moaned, head tiling back, breaths shallowing as you dragged your hand downward as you dropped to your knees. His gaze dropped to you, he had a desperate need in his eyes now. Your hand got closer to his waistband and his hips snapped forward almost nudging you in the face. You held his hips in place, as best you could, and frowned at him. âIf you want this you have to stay stillâ. To further drive your point you squeezed his bulge through the material confining it. He choked out a string of curses and a âyes, please, anythingâ somewhere in there. You removed his confines and took started stroking him lazily. To your shock and excitement you couldnât wrap your hand around it fully. It took every inch of self control he had left to stay still and give you control. You could almost feel him fighting his instincts to thrust into your hand relentlessly. Eyes fixated on his you stuck your tounge out and gave the tip a delicate lick. Sylus almost came then and there. He was so goddamn sensitive and the eye contact with such a light touch almost had his eyes rolling back. He couldnât help but buck into your hand, cock sliding up your tongue colliding with the soft plush of your lips. You took him once in your mouth fully, sucking at the hilt and releasing him with a pop before he had the chance to buck into you again. He growled in frustration. You stood up, cock still in hand, slowly jerking it, eliciting rough moans and shudders from Sylus.
The sight of him slowly coming undone in your hand was making your thoughts run wild. You let go suddenly, letting his cock slap against his torso. Stepping back you slowly removed each article of clothing, taking your time . You felt his gaze tingle on every part of your body, drinking you in entirely. After what felt like centuries to him you walked towards him, still in your underwear, so that you were inches apart but not close enough to touch, turned around, backside facing him, knelt over and slowly took off your remaining garments. You heard him pull against his wrist restraints again, followed by a curse and you smirked.
Back to him still, you put one hand around his horns which earned a groan from him and the other around his cock, guiding it to your entrance. You felt the tip stretch your entrance and you winced, unbeknownst to him. Sylus was captivated, mouth agape and mind blank. He could thrust fully into you right now and pound relentlessly into you but the grip you had on his horns combined with the overstimulation of his cock was too much form a concious thought. You sank yourself fully into him, gasping at the sudden fullness. Sylus let out a mix between a growl and a whimper, a sound youâd never heard before, his cock pulsating.
You started to rock yourself slowly into him, pulling yourself forward so only the tip was inside you and bouncing back, impaling yourself fully. Sylus groaned with every single stroke. When youâd started to make a good pace for yourself, Sylus had snapped out of his daze and thrust into you with a hiss.
His hands still chained, he continued to thrust into you at a disregulated pace, sloppy and full of need. If you wanted to, you could pull yourself away at any moment but you let him pound into you, gasping with every thrust and eventually even meeting those thrusts - allowing him to press against your cervix.
Intimacy with Sylus had always been loving and slow, nothing like the pounding he was giving you now. And you were beginning to realise you loved it. Seeing him in such a raw, feral state, wanting nothing but to breed you unlocked something inside of you. You pulled against his horns, asking him to go harder - deeper, eliciting a breathy moan from him. He was doing all he could in this position.
With a newfound bravery you pulled yourself away from him. He snarled, and you turned to face him, scowl still evident on his face. You didnât know if he wanted to fuck or kill you.
âIâm gonna let you free now okay?â you said, slowly walking towards him. He smirked and licked his lips in anticipation. You were playing with fire and heâd already warned you when he was were sane of mind. He wasnât going to tell you again.
Your body pressed against his burning flesh as you reached up to undo his chains. As soon as he was free, he lunged himself toward you, pushing you against the cage wall - hand behind your head and firmly in your hair, other hand wrapped around your waist pulling you into him. His head immediately buried in your neck, breathing in your scent and marking you with his fangs. You tilted your head in painful pleasure, whimpering under his touch - hands tangling in his disheveled hair.
Before you knew it he had your back on the floor, head now between your breasts, marking all over. When he couldnât wait any longer he lifted your hips up and thrust into you with his full length. Your walls welcomed him - already slick and stretched from your previous antics. He held your hips upwards before moving his body weight over you - holding you in a mating press, large hands holding yours above your head. His expression looked pained as he thrust into you relentlessly - nothing but deep groans and gasps coming from his mouth. He was using you like a toy but nothing turned you on more. He was perfectly hitting your sweet spot, somehow caressing it even with his sharp animalistic thrusts. His grasp on your hands was soft as he lost himself - so you managed to free one hand and began circling your clit. His thrusts faltered feeling your walls clench with every circle.
When you came you saw stars, you felt it so deeply your legs were clenching around him, limiting his thrusts - the feeling of you cumming around him sent him straight over the edge. His grip tightened over your remaining hand as he buried himself deep inside you, letting your walls milk his cock. He ground it in as deep as he could, hissing in pleasure.
Once youâd come down from your high. you were spent. Youâd never cum like that before, and Sylus has given you an abundance of orgasms before. Sylus pulled himself out with a pop, eyes locked with yours as you felt your mix of juices leak out slowly. You looked down at his cock. He was still hard. Your stomach twisted - in excitement or fear you werenât sure.
He flipped you onto all 4âs, body hovering over you, clawed hand cupping your face as he breathed into your ear and lined himself up again. âIâm not done yetâ he whispered, pushing himself to the hilt against, kissing your bruised cervix.
You were in for a long night.
