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Summary: Vaelthar the dragon wakes up after centuries with one purpose: you. His mate. His obsession. His heat-trigger. Inspired by a post I created on Tumblr.
TW: all characters are adults and the sexual act is fully consensual, oral, P in V, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, knotting, extreme size difference, lots of fluids, impressive/huge dragon 🍆.
Inspired by this post.
A terrible purr tore through the mountain, shaking it to its core.
And inside, heat blasted out of the cavern, shaking the air, fire bursting upward and soaring in the sky. Villagers far below had already locked themselves inside or fled, terrified of the ancient legend finally stirring awake.
Vaelthar the Heatbreaker. The dragon of prophecy. The one said to wake only when he rose to claim his mate.
And somehow, of all cursed days, you had chosen this one to climb his mountain. His mountain. Ahhh…. How would you know? Besides, it was a lovely mountain, undisturbed and pure because people never ventured close. But now the earth shook under your boots, heat rolling up through the stone, and the purring… gods, that deep, bone-rattling purring sank straight into your body, making you soft and warm where you shouldn’t be.
Now you were near the top, far up to go running for cover. You stumbled when another quake hit, dust choking your lungs, your heart hammering as another roar shattered the sky. A roar so deep, so thick, it rattled your bones.
Then he came.
A dragon. No—THE dragon. Vaelthar.
His shadow poured out of the cavern, and it just kept coming. Scale by scale, claw by claw, horn by horn, his form stretched impossibly large, towering above stone. Tall and towering in his full dragon form. Terrifying but beautiful. Terrifyingly beautiful and five— no, six times your size.
You froze and just stared at him.
Wings unfurled, black and gold, vast enough to smother the morning light. Horns curled back like crowns, fangs flashing with drool. His chest glowed faintly with fire under his scales, a powerful body contained in muscle and rage.
Dust poured from his wings, stone cracked beneath his talons, but when his eyes opened…
Oh... such stunning eyes. Molten gold, slit with black and when they fixed on you, it wasn’t hunger for meat you saw. You’d expected your life to be gone in a jiffy. Your doom was imminent. But… but this was something worse. Something… inevitable. Because the dragon appeared interested in you.
“Mine.” The word shuddered from his chest, half growl, half purr.
Your lips parted. “Y-you can speak…”
The earth cracked as he lowered his massive head. His breath fogged your skin, hot but pleasant. He inhaled, taking in your scent, and the sound he made…. gods… it was broken, desperate. And made more warmth pool in your belly, forcing you to clench your thighs in embarrassment.
“Centuries for you,” he rasped. “Mate. Obsession. Heat.”
“I…” your breath hitched, more heat wrapping your body like chains. “I don’t understand…”
“You will.”
His tongue slid out, two times the size of your arm, dragging up your body in one stroke. You gasped, stumbling, your hands flying to his snout as he purred deep in his chest. A dragon… he’d licked you up like a treat. Shame licked through you, but… why did it feel so good? Why did it make you throb down there, dripping arousal?
He inhaled again. Deep. A guttural growl slipped from him.
“Ahhh… yes. Wet.” His muzzle lowered until his breath scorched the front of your dress. “Soaked little mate… coming to me dripping.”
Your thighs clamped together, shame and heat rushing through you. “I-I didn’t—no, I wasn’t—”
His tail slid around your waist, pulling you against his massive muzzle. Another long lick claimed your legs, your dress dampened, clinging.
“Such a good mate,” he whispered, nudging against your neck. “Coming to me soft. Slick. Mine.”
“I’m not… I’m not yours, I told you! I don’t understand—”
“You don’t need to,” he growled, pressing his muzzle to yours your lips and before you could resist, his tongue slid between them, thick and hot, coaxing your mouth wider. You gasped, choked, tried to protest, but the taste of him melted you, the sheer heat and pleasure of his kiss swallowing every thought.
Your tiny tongue met the tip of his, daring, bold, and his purr deepened in joy. Dragon heat filled your lungs as your tongue brushed with his. When he pulled back, saliva connected you, your chest heaving, your pussy positively soaked. Wow…
“I’m Vaelthar, sweet one. And I’m yours.”
“Vaelthar…” you repeated, still trembling from the kiss.
His golden eyes narrowed, his tail cradling you tighter. “Yes. Say it again.”
“Vaelthar…”
“Yes. You are mine.”
Tears stung your eyes, torn between fear and the aching pulse between your legs. “I… I am confused. What’s happening to me…”
To calm you down, Vaelthar lowered his massive head and kissed you again. A kiss… if such a word could capture the raw hunger of what he did. His tongue pressed past your lips, stretching your mouth wider until you had no choice but to yield. The sheer weight of his appendage pushed deeper, brushing the back of your throat.
You gurgled but responded, it felt so damn hot having this beast’s tongue stroking yours, his muzzle angled so carefully, so perfectly, that not a single sharp edge harmed you. You melted against him, body slack, heart hammering.
“No fear. No doubt. Only me. Only us. Trust me, treasure.”
The kiss went on and your body betrayed you, hips rocking against him, slick spreading hotter as he held you. His purrs grew, chest vibrating against your small frame. Fear slipped away, replaced by need, by heat and the unbearable truth that you were already his.
“There,” he rumbled, dragging his tongue along your throat. “Yes. Trust me. Good mate.”
You whimpered, breath breaking as his tongue curled back into your mouth, filling it again. He kissed you so deeply your knees buckled, but he was there. His tail cradled your back like an arm, curling under your hips while his claws…. those lethal, hooked weapons moved with masterful precision, ripping your clothes, slicing without nicking you, peeling fabric away as though it were paper.
You didn’t even notice until the air hit your bared skin and you realized you were naked, body pressed hot against scales that burned but did not burn you.
Suddenly, the kiss stopped, Vaelthar’s bulk shifting, his wings folding as he sank onto his hind legs. His tail lifted you high against his chest, pressing your flushed chest to the heat of his body. Your thighs spread along his underbelly, unable to close, dwarfed by his sheer size. The scales against your breasts were satin-smooth, surprisingly soft, heated like stone in gentle sunlight.
And then you looked down.
Between the plates of his underbelly rose his cock. Gods… It was unlike any other. Enormous, monstrous, as thick as your thigh and longer than your torso, ridged and with ridges and numbs that seemed to vibrate, pulsing with light, as though fire itself coursed through them.
The crown was blunt and swollen, precum welling in fat drops, dripping to the floor with wet squelches.
Each drop was a reminder of how much he had for you, how much he needed to bury inside. And how much you couldn’t take. There was no room.
Your eyes widened. Your throat closed. “Gods… it’s… it’s too much—”
“Fit,” promised. “I make you fit. Moan for me.”
Just as he said that, the bulging cockhead pressed against your swollen folds, obscene in its size. Your slit fluttered around nothing, drooling slick as that enormous tip smeared you open. The glowing ridges and bumps that lined his shaft throbbed, vibrating against your skin with a pulsing rhythm that sent shocks of ecstasy into your core, making your cunt clench around empty air and beg for that monster dick.
You whimpered. “It won’t… oh gods, it won’t—”
“My treasure is afraid,” Vaelthar rumbled, his growl strangely tender.
In a heartbeat, the massive dick drew back.
No— he pulled you back, repositioning you like a doll in his claws. The pressure of his length was gone only because his head was lowering, muzzle dipping straight between your spread thighs. His heavy tail coiled up behind you, curling firm and protective along your spine, his scaled hands gripping your legs open until your pussy was helplessly bared to him.
“Scared little mate,” he rumbled, eyes glowing as his hot breath soaked your folds. “You tremble for me… but your cunt drips. Pretty cunt. Fluttering for its mate.”
And with that, his tongue flicked out, that damned perfect tongue dragging a wet, filthy stroke from your hole up to your clit. You gasped, hips jerking, a blissful moan escaping before you could bite it back.
“Vaelthar—ahh—fuck, we… I don’t think we—”
“We can.” His growl vibrated against your core, and then his tongue separated your outer labia and prodded your hole. The tip budged and then thrust inside, sinking deep into your channel.
“Ahmnnn!” You cried out, toes curling in the air.
That tongue slid back out with a wet schluck, slick stretching between you and then drove back inside, thicker than several human fingers gathered together, thicker than any toy you’d ever dared to use, curling inside you like it belonged there. You were starting to think it did. With how perfectly it stretched and pleasured you.
“See? I can. You can. Your body begs. Stretches open for me.”
Vaelthar didn’t waste another word. He was too busy devouring your pussy. His tongue thrust and twisted inside you, obscene, relentless, his saliva mixing with your slick until it spilled down your thighs in hot rivulets. Each drag of his tongue made a slick shlrk sound, each plunge pressing so deep you arched up into his muzzle, whimpering as it rubbed against your sensitive clit.
“Ahhh… fuck…… yes, close, so close!” You mewled, fingers tangled in the ridges of his snout.
Sensing your climax, his tail cinched tighter around your waist, anchoring you, while his massive claws held your thighs wide apart. Shameless, you rubbed against his muzzle until your vision went white. It hit, orgasm ripping through you, body convulsing, cunt clamping down around his tongue with rapid spasms. You sobbed his name as wave after wave of bliss flowed through you.
He groaned low in his chest, pulling back just enough to lick from your hole to your clit, your slick spilling down his chin. The sight turned you on. You loved your juices on him.
“Good mate,” he purred, tongue changing course to swirl lazily around your nipples. “Soaked for me. Slick little cunt, stretched on my tongue… ready for your dragon.”
Your head fell back, moans breaking into sobs. “Please… yes!”
“Yes. Good mate. Now you take cock.”
Vaelthar shifted you with ease, his clawed fingers scooping under your thighs, his massive body guiding yours until you were straddling him once more. Your chest pressed against the heat of his underbelly, and your legs were opened wide to accommodate the bulky girth of him. His cock pulsed between your folds, the tip smearing your swollen slit with precum.
The bulbous tip found you. Pressed. Breached. Spreading your folds wide, your slick mixing with his own. The blunt head sank past your hole, stretching you and you cried out, a sharp, broken moan that made his entire body shudder.
“Yesss,” he hissed. “Sound. Give me your beautiful sounds.”
“Ahhh… f-fuck… it’s going in...” Your words faded as he entered deeper, thick inches of dragon cock filling you, the ridged bumps vibrating against your inner walls, awakening nerves that had never been touched this way before.
In and in he went, forcing your body to accommodate him.
“Oh gods… you’re splitting me open…”
His claws gripped your ass, holding you perfectly still. “Breathe, treasure.”
You did.
And exactly two seconds later, he thrust.
With one smooth, unstoppable stroke, Vaelthar impaled you to the base. His cock snuggled all the way inside until your ass met the hot press of his underbelly. Drawn out moans left you as your cunt swallowed the beast, climax tearing through you the moment he filled you. Your flesh quivered around him, barely had any space left to spasm but somehow it did.
“Treasure, oh my treasure,” he whispered, nuzzling your throat, his tongue hot against your racing pulse. “You took me. All of me.”
Growling low, he lifted you, claws steady, then lowered you back down his throbbing shaft. Each motion had your walls rippling and squelching wetly around the bumps and ridges. More moans tumbled out of your mouth, higher and louder, as his cock entered you, stretching, filling, owning.
Then his pace doubled.
Harder. Faster.
The wet slaps of your bodies joined your cries, the mountain echoing with the sounds of dragonfucking.
“Yesss,” he rasped, underbelly heaving. “Tight little mate, stretched on your dragon’s cock. Your mate’s cock. Hear yourself?” His breached faster, making the squelching mess louder. “You take me so well.”
You nodded, tears at the corners of your eyes. “It’s… it’s too big… so good… so full… need more…gods, more… ahhh—”
“Mine,” he rumbled, desperate. “Mate. Heat-trigger. My end. My beginning.”
You panted, head tipping back. “Yes—fuck—yes, I’m yours!”
The dragon roared, wings snapping open, fucking up into you with power while his claws and tail held you perfectly in place, holding you without ever hurting you. His cock battered deeper until you shattered again. You sobbed, walls convulsing around him, the mess between you endless, slick gushing over your thighs and dripping to the floor.
“On your knees. Present,” he rumbled primitively.
Dizzy with your orgasm, you whimpered when his cock squelched out, leaving you shaking, empty. He guided you down until you were on all fours, face pressed to the ground, ass high. He curled behind you, his massive shadow swallowing your smaller frame.
Despite his domineering size, you knew who held all the power. You. It was you he was trembling for, it was you his cock was weeping rivers for. You smiled and arched your back until your ass pressed into his gorgeous cock. The broad head ground against your folds, huge and dripping, smearing you with its heat.
“Gods—yes, in, inside,” you whimpered, pushing your face against your arms.
He pushed inside.
You quivered and sobbed, coming over the edge as he impaled you from behind. He roared and kept pounding, every vibrating bump and ridge of his cock dragging your walls wider.
“Fuuuck,” you cried, knees sliding against the stone. “It’s… ahhh… it’s so much!”
Vaelthar’s growls deepened, protective even as he fucked you senseless. He curved his massive frame around you, trying to protect your knees from his powerful thrusts. You didn’t care. His thrusts were perfect, building your pleasure, steady streams of slick splattering with every slap of his cock.
“Treasure,” he snarled against your neck, licking the sweat at your throat. “Perfect. Tight. Mine.”
You whimpered, pushing back onto him. “Don’t stop… please don’t stop!”
You felt it then— his cock swelling, the ridges vibrating harder. Something rounder, heavier, pressed at your rim. Your eyes widened.
“What—ahh—what’s happening—”
“Knot,” he groaned amid thrusting. “Seal you. Keep you. Breed.”
Words fled, time had no meaning as said knot shoved forward, stretching you beyond anything you thought possible. And yet, your body accepted it. With a sucking pop, it shoved inside, locking you to him. Stars exploded behind your eyes as another orgasm flowed through you, moaning his name as your body clamped down tight.
Then it was his turn. His roar shook the mountain. His cock throbbed and then the flood came; hot, endless cum pumping into you in heavy waves. Inarticulate rumblings escaped you as he stuffed you to overflowing, thick gushes running down your thighs even with his knot keeping you sealed around him.
“Mine forever,” he vowed, holding you flush against him. “Mate. Treasure. Heat-trigger. No escape.”
You whimpered, voice breaking in little climaxes. “Yes… yes… yours… oh gods, I’m yours!”
And he still poured inside you, pumping seed that formed a puddle under you. His wings spread over you like a protective cocoon. When he was finally done, it felt like an eternity had passed. Collapsed onto your forearms, body trembling but thoroughly satisfied, you felt his knot pulse thick inside you, keeping you stretched, filled, sealed. His.
“Perfect,” he growled, his muzzle nuzzling into your neck. “You have me. You keep me. You wake me.”
You shivered, your mind still foggy from overstimulation. “Wake you…?”
“Yes. I slept for centuries in stone. Waiting. All for one reason.” His growl deepened, knot shifting inside you, making you whimper. “You.”
“Me? But… I-I just went for a hike—”
“And came to me. Awakened me. My mate. My obsession. My heat-trigger. The only reason my heart beats so strongly.”
Tears stung your eyes, your heart melting for him. “You… you’ve been waiting for me… all this time?”
He licked along your jaw, huffing heat over your cheek. “Every century. Every dream. I saw you. I burned for you. Until now. No more sleep. No more waiting.”
“You’re… obsessed with me.”
“Obsessed?” His laugh was a broken growl. “That word is too small. I do not merely want you, little mate… I burn for you. I exist for you. I breed only you.”
The knot throbbed again, making you mewl, his cock still hard inside you. “Will you… keep me? I want you to keep me. Don’t ever let me go.”
He nuzzled into your hair, softer now. “I’ll keep you. Never to be parted from you. Not in this life. Not in death. You are my mate and I will keep you in my nest until the mountains crumble, until the stars fall from the sky.”
And still knotted inside you, his massive body curled protectively around your smaller frame, Vaelthar was finally at peace. Not because centuries of hunger were satisfied. Not because his purpose was complete, but because his purpose was here —you— bound to him forever.
Ahhh, I’m squealing at how amazing this came out. I haven’t done a full dragon oneshot in a while, and I missed it. Please show some love if you enjoyed!
going to a club with shitty reviews on purpose, specifically ones left by women saying the men are super creepy and don't take no for an answer
dressing up like a slut to rapebait them cause you know you're not brave enough to make the first move, putting yourself in a situation where the choice is gonna be taken from you
and you think that's what you want, that it'd be super hot to finally try this irl after fantasizing about it online for so long
until it actually, actually happens and you're being dragged to the restroom, the bartender doesn't care to help even though he clearly notices the panicked look you give him, and you end up crowded into a stall with a man towering over you, grunting in your ear, leaving painful hickeys on your neck while he strips you
barely any prep before he sheaths himself in your cunt, gripping your hips to the point of bruising. you panic, pushing and tugging at him, saying you're not on birth control and he has to use a condom. of course you aren't, that was part of the fantasy. when you were masturbating like a bitch in heat you thought it'd be soo hot to actually have a man put a load in you unprotected
it's not so hot now, with his thrusting becoming sloppier, moaning shamelessly and telling you to your face how you fucked up, he's not gonna let you get away, he'll get you pregnant. he promises
he cums, his euphoric moan drowning out your scream as he holds you close, breathing heavy, cock pressed up against your cervix while it spurts again and again. ruining your life in a dirty bathroom stall, all for a fun, thrill seeking club adventure
(AU: it's a gay club and a guy knocks you up to put you in your place and keep you out of the club, tired of fakeboys showing up thinking they belong there)
I want to be fucked from behind like an animal. He has to be so into it the only sounds he can make are grunts and growls. When he realeases his seed, I want him to pin me to the bed. He has to hold me tight and ride it out with fast, short strokes until his balls are dehydrated. Then he’ll fall asleep on top of me, still inside. I’ll be stuck there so he can repeat the cycle when he wakes up. That’s all I want.
primal animalistic thrusts that turn into slower and deeper thrusts as I feel my seed swelling inside my balls before I unleash it deep inside you, painting your cervix.
Fat flared cockhead leaking precum and grinding roughly against a hole that's too small for it until with enough force and slickness the hole finally gives and gets stretched wide
Captured elf warrior strapped to a breeding bench and told they're going to be fucked and bred until they give birth to enough orcs to balance out the number of orcs they've killed in battle ALWAYS such a good premise
If Joseph Campbell had any merit whatsoever and if he hadn’t been a coward, the orc breeding bench would be recognised for what it is: one of the fundamental steps in the Hero’s Journey.
Its a long weekend and my friend and I need to let off some steam. Would you be willing to be our free use fuck toy?
We can take it slow to start. One of us feeding our cock down your throat while the other has his head between your legs. Slowly lapping away at your pussy and sucking on your clit. We'd tell you how good you're being for us, how pretty you look with your lips wrapped around our cocks.
One of us can bend you over and grip on to your hips, giving you nice long strokes as the other watches, stroking his cock with a hungry look in his eyes.
We love listening to your moans, especially as the one behind you starts rough fucking that tight little pussy. But that mouth is too tempting. Before you know it, you're taking two cocks like the little slut you are. You hear us talking about how good you're taking it, how we're going to use all your holes, how you'll be leaking cum for days.
This is too much for the one behind you. His thrusts get frantic. His hands are gripping your hips so tight theres sure to be bruises. But you don't care. Your pussy is clamped down as you cum all over his cock, right before he empties his cum deep inside you.
Panting, he pulls out and gives your ass a loving slap before moving out of the way so the other can take his place. You barely have time to come down when another rock hard cock is shoved inside you. Barely able to catch your breath before he's pounding into you as well and the other is placing his semi hard cock back into your mouth. Clean me off baby. We're just getting started.
testosterone really does make you crave penetrative sex. fuck i need dick pumping in and out of my cunt right now. better yet i need raw dick from someone threatening to knock me up. face in the pillow back arched ass up. do you understand
knots have got me feeling some kind of way. the idea of being fucked by some... thing with a huge cock and an even bigger knot and knowing as it breaks my pussy in, that knot is going to be inside me regardless of whether I want it to. and that once it's forced inside me, the knot will force their cum inside me til it shinks... or until it gets bored and pulls it's cock out of me...
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