Treasure
Part of the Forgotten Forest AU
Dragon!Ari Levinson x princess!reader
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Tags/warnings: entrapment, its giving rapunzel (or Fiona from Shrek ahaha), soft!dark!ari, SMUT, dub/non-con, somnophilia, p-in-v, creampie, loss of virginity, size kink, scratching, forked tongue, oral (f recieving), multiple orgasm, forced orgasm, possessiveness, breeding kink, claw/talon play (???), choking (light), corruption kink, use of good girl/princess/and praise, belly bulge, monster cock, reader used as a sex toy (literally 👈🏻😎👉🏻), after care
Summary: Sick of living in the confines of your tower, you escape into the woods beyond the castle only to find that the fairy tales you were told to keep you locked away were true.
Word count: 4.7k
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Your father had good intentions, no matter which way you looked at it. On the one hand; you had been coddled, told tales as old as time about monsters and fae that roamed the forests, seas and mountains beyond your home, the dangers of men and women alike. On the other hand; he had trained you well, both in the art of etiquette and the art of fighting.
Growing up, you had yearned to be a princess who slew dragons for fun. Now that you were a grown up, adventuring outside the castle walls was all but a violation of your father's will.
Unaccompanied princesses get kidnapped, killed or worse.
That phrase had knocked about your head from when you first snuck out at the grand age of five-and-ten. Years later, it was still used, your father becoming more and more paranoid with each passing year and, more worryingly, your punishments for getting caught were getting worse and worse.
The latest example was being forced to live in the castle tower for two months. Your the head maid, Candice, brought you food, clean clothes, water and new books if you needed them. She was a stubborn, stern woman and she had been appointed to you since your last nurse maid, Saoirse, had fretted about you so much on the last outing she'd fainted. Poor girl.
Candice wasn't one for much chit-chat. She'd watch you eat, take your plate, sometime snap at you about something being untidy and then disappear for hours until the next meal. During that time, however, you plotted.
Bit by bit, strip by strip, you tore up your bedsheets; knotting them firmly together until you could lap you small confine three times. With fabric from your underskirts you were able to fashion a simple bag where you stowed your notebook, quill, ink, and some gold you had managed to stash between your breasts where your father and his knights wouldn't dare look.
Your father should curse himself stupid for teaching his only daughter how to be so resourceful. Although, he'd probably commend it if you didn't have your mother's rebellious streak.
When the moon was full on what would have marked the beginning of your third month trapped in your tower, you grab your satchel and iron poker from the hearth, now long cold, and attach your makeshift rope to the feet of your bed before making a quiet descent down your tower.
Towers were overrated anyway.
Hiding from knights and knives was always a great past time and far easier at night. Most were already drunk and thought you were still trapped but you still had to be on your guard.
You hadn't thought very far ahead other than escaping. If you stayed, you would be thrown back into the tower but if you left...
Well, no more royal treatment.
As you wander the cobblestones, waiting for morning when the guards changed shift at the gates of the city, you think about what you could do to earn back your father's trust.
You weren’t hard-headed or argumentative, merely a curious free-spirit... which was still enough to cause your father to go red-faced and have steam billow from his ears on a good day. You considered your options carefully, when a conversation between two drunken knights caught your attention. Hiding in the safety of shadow, pressed against the wall of the tavern that smelled like piss, rotting food and other foul things a princess dare not say out loud, you strained your ears over the chatter and music to listen in.
"Apparently, the king has sent more troops out to the dragon's nest," one said, belching loudly. "'E's a fuckin' loon."
"Ey, don't let the Captain- hic - hear that." The other retorts before laughing loudly. "Even though it's true."
A dragon? Now that was worth investigating.
"If he antagonises it we're all toast." The first one says, sniffing. "No matter the marriage between his pretty princess and any of her suitors."
You consider than man's words with a nod of your head. A dragon would be a tough kill - but if you were clever enough, you could win the respect of your father and your people and you could have your pick of suitors. Mind made up, you wait for dawn, scavenging for as many supplies that you can fit in your satchel.
You're off to slay the dragon.
Five days.
Five gruelling days.
You feet were sore, you were hungry, thirsty and sick to the back teeth of elves, fae and leprechauns trying to trick you into deals on your journey.
One swift swing with your iron poker sent them running, or to dust if you managed to catch on with the sharp end. The least they could do was be helpful. You managed to direct yourself by listening to passing knights on the main road or by speaking to travelers and merchants headed to your home city. By dawn of the fourth day, you could see the dragon's castle and by the fifth, you are stood before the bridge to the castle feeling like a small, insignificant gnat.
The castle is in ruin. The castle's stones have been charred black and in some parts the walls have been decimated entirely. Parts like the bridge. The castle backs into a mountain, and plumes of smoke are still rising from the castle town below, meaning the dragon uses houses for candles or there are monsters living there now.
You swallow down bile. Perhaps you shouldn't have done this. However, you're here now. No turning back.
You step onto the bridge, managing to jump across the parts that are broken, or gone, ignoring the wails of the river below. You get to the gates, smashed to smithereens and creep through the town, poker at the ready.
The town almost reminds you of your city, at least the upper city, but the houses that are destroyed don't all look like fire just destroyed them. There are boulders, charred black by fire, bodies rotting with no signs of burns...
Buildings like the clock tower are smashed with claw marks that have been carved into the stone by something large and sharp. You shudder.
You continue to walk towards the castle, inching through the huge oak doors as quietly as you could. The door creaks shut and the sound echoes throughout the hall and you brace for an attack that doesn’t come.
You search the halls, the kitchens, every room you come across and find...
Nothing.
Then you notice that the rooms, other than the first hallway you entered, are too small for a dragon. They are human rooms, you are in a human castle and you are fool who left home.
You launch your poker into the nearest hearth in a fit of anger, before picking it up and stalking the direction of the bedrooms. High up in the caveside, with a large balcony that oversaw the town and mountainside was a bedroom that ypu had opted to claim for your own. Clearly a King's room with a large four poster bed but the net curtains had all but burned away.
Screw it - you should get to be a king for a day.
The bed had been slept in, unmade and unkempt, and it smelled like a coal fire. You begin a small fire in the hearth, watching the embers dance to life before you with a sigh. Rummaging in your bag you, pull out your mother's necklace and what was left of your rations, asking yourself if your mother would agree with your choice of adventure this time.
You fetch water from the kitchens and drag a tub from a nearby room so that you may bathe in hot water at least once before you begin another five day journey home. Fixing the necklace around your neck, you toy with it idly, wondering how best to grovel to your father when you arrive back home in another five days time until your bath water grows cold and you crawl under the sheets, ready for sleep.
You sleep well for a few hours, until your dreams become fitful. There's a devious pleasure building in your cunt and pressure on your thighs that makes you squirm and groan. You can't tell if you're trying to keep the pleasure building or escape, however, when your mind wakes up it reminds you that you were in the room alone before you fell asleep and you're promptly ripped from your dreams with a gasp.
The wetness, the scent of your sex, is more than real. As is the man between your legs. Before you can scream there's a hand on your throat squeezing, warning you, not to make a sound.
"I wondered how long it would take you to wake," the man looms over you, his body between your bare one, as he moves closer to the candle at the bedside table and with a puff sets it alight.
The the golden glow of the candle you can see him more clearly; broad shouldered, brown haired beast of a man that had managed to sneak in and begin to defile you without your knowledge.
When he tilts his head to look at you your eyes grow wide. His eyes are serpentine blue, the pupils slits, and when his lip quirk upwards to smirk at you a forked tongue runs over sharp, pointed canines.
You had found the dragon.
The grip on your neck loosens slightly and you hear a soft clicking as something sharp rests on your jugular as you take a greedy deep breath.
"Who are you? Why are you in my home?" He growls, eyes watching you closely. "And don't lie to me. I'm not above slitting a pretty girl's throat."
"I'm a princess!" You say quickly, lip quivering. This wasn't how this was supposed to go. "Of Ignisia."
"Oh? A princess?" His eyebrows raise and he grins, his canines like its the best news he's ever heard. "How fitting."
"Please, I didn’t take anything." You barter desperately. "I don’t want anything. I just- I needed someplace to stay. Just for tonight. I'm sorry. I can leave!"
His hand moves but the sharp object that was held at your neck trails behind it and you're horrified to see it is a talon on the end of his finger and you suck in a shaky breath, trying to stay calm.
"Poor little princess so far from home." The dragon coos. "Not that I would usually release a human but you..."
His large hand stops at where your thigh connects to your hip, and runs his thumb carefully over your clit to make your body jerk. His tongue, swipes over his lips as he looks at your swollen bud.
"You, princess, taste like divinity." He tells you. "Like liquid gold. And I'm not willing to part with you."
"No!" You cry out and try to move but his hands hold you in place.
"But aren't dragons greedy?" He says, almost sneering. "A princess should know this."
You thrash against his hold as hard as you can, but he only smiles at you when you stay locked in place, tears falling from frustration.
"You haven't even asked me my name." He says, pouting teasingly. "You come into my home, sleep in my bed with your delectable cunt on display and won't even ask me my name."
He sighs dramatically, pressing the talons into the flesh of your thighs and you cry out until you concede to his obvious request and ask for his name.
"Ari, Treasure." He purrs, leaning down to let his tongue flick against when he asks for your name. When you give it to him quickly, he grins. "Good. Now, where was I?"
He trails kisses down your body, forked tongue flickering over your pebbled nipples tauntingly, chuckling low in his throat when you writhe in his grasp. When he inches futher down to your cunt you can see outline of two leathery wings folded against his back and want to cry; he was a monster of a man, both figuratively and literally. His giant frame could keep you pinned and trapped for as long as he deemed fit; his talons could slice you open at any given chance, and his giant hands could snap your bones like twigs. You were trapped in another castle yet again, but this time there was no escape.
When Ari's tongue takes a long, slow swipe of your folds, you gasp back into the moment. The edges of his forked tongue toy with both sides of your clit at once; flickering and licking the swelling nub under your attempted muted whines. As the pressure builds you try so hard to close your legs but Ari's sharp claws pierce the flesh of your thighs. You let out a scream of pain, and Ari presses your legs against the bed forcefully, keeping you splayed on display for him as his face disappears between your thighs.
"Now, now," he rumbles, breath searing hot against your sensitive flesh. "Stop moving. Let me finish tasting my new favourite treasure."
Head situated, he slings his hefty left arm over your hips to pin you, his right hand still pressed into your left thigh. All of the air leaves your lungs as the dragon begins to devour you; mouth latching onto your clit to suck an orgasm from you.
You claw feebly at his hair to try and get him to move away, sensation becoming too much for your body to bare, but he is set between your legs like stone and your nails only manage to rake through surprisingly soft hair as you coat his face with a scream.
You think he's done when he moves his face away but through half-lidded eyes you can see him smirk.
"Look at how your pretty pearl shines for me," he praises, spreading your sticky folds open carefully with his talons to reveal your pulsing clit. You let out another whimpered plea that falls on deaf ears, body shuddering violently as Ari makes a point to drag his tongue against your sex agonisingly slow so that you can feel the entire tongue seared against your flesh.
"Soaked and needy, waiting for my cock." The serpentine eyes glance up at you from between your legs and your breathing catches when you see that sinful tongue run over his lips. "Is that what you need, princess? A fat cock to keep you satiated?"
You shake your head no as he sits onto his haunches, his huge body bathing you in shadow beneath him. He's well built and ten times the size of any Knight you have seen, muscles trust and trained with patches of gold scales that twinkle in the candlelight like gemstones.
Horrifically, you're in awe of the beast - the monster - before you. Handsome features that, had they been on any ordinary man, you may have found yourself breaking marriage laws for. Not that this was any different. A princess captured and held captive by a dragon, defiled by a dragon, would have you sent to a nunnery.
Unaccompanied princesses get kidnapped, killed or worse.
Despite the fact your current situation was supposed to be the worse, your cheeks grew hot at the realisation that it didn't feel like the worse option. Held captive sure, perhaps maybe reverse kidnapped, but while Ari had threatened to kill you, it seemed he didn't want to if he could help it.
You sniffle as you look up at him, his eyes watching you carefully, seemingly waiting for you to thrash again. When you don't, Ari rewards you by to flicker his tongue over your neck playfully before kissing you softly. Your lips part in surprise and Ari takes advantage of the moment to slip in tongue against yours. He tastes like your cum and sweet smoke and your eyes close as you move your lips against his.
You can feel his smile against your lips; the smirk of someone who has won the fattest prize pig at the fair, the grin of a spider as a butterfly gets caught in it's web. Your heart rattles in your chest like a frightened bird in a cage; both terrified and excited of what would come next.
When Ari moves back off your body he returns to his haunches and begins to slowly undo the laces to his dark brown trousers, that bulged with the outline of his cock. He watches how your eyes fixate on him, how you don't make a move to run; any human would have done so by now. It only confirms to him that you aren't just any other human; you're his. His tongue darts across his lips when your breathing hitches as he frees his weighty cock and smirks again when you don't move. Your eyes dart up at him, wide and panicked, when he taps the head of his weepy cock against your clit and you suppress a delicate whimper.
When Ari wordlessly tilts his head at you and repeats the motion and you release a shaky breath as you watch as a glittering line of pre-cum connect you both. His cock is easily too big for you; thick girth and far too long... a broadsword would probably be more comfortable.
Ari coats his cock with your slick cum and groans when he pushes against your tight hole experimentally. The stretch is unimaginable, bordering on unbearable, as your cunt betrays your body by adjusting to his size slowly. Your body seizes with panic and you breathing becomes deep hiccups.
"Stop! Stop!" You wail, pounding the sheets. "It's too much!"
"Too much?" You can hear the smirk in his voice, even with your eyes squeezed shut. His talons envelop your hands and pin them beside your head. "Princess, that's just the tip."
"Please please please," You shake your head violently, lip quivering as you try not to cry. You don't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing you cry. "Your cock is too big. I can't."
"You are." Ari's voice fills your ears, soft and soothing and you blink away tears to look up at him, realising he's stopped moving but his cock still twitches part way into your cunt. "I'm in no rush. We'll go slow, Treasure."
He dips his head down kissing you almost kindly as he moves his hips back and forth slowly. Small teasing thrusts at your entrance begin to go deeper, stretching you wider as Ari experiments with patterns and you gasp helplessly at feeling of the veins of cock against your walls. The stretch is unbelievable, your pussy clamping down so tightly onto him you can't move, let alone think. When Ari finally bullies his cock to its base you let out a pitiful wail, stuck against him with his cock prodding into your insides uncomfortably.
"See, Treasure? You take my cock well." Ari praises, littering your face with light kisses. You harrumph, trying to act unaffected by his praise and ignore the fluttering sensation his words cause in both your chest and pussy, but wjen his hips begin to slowly roll back and forth against yours you hiss.
You can feel each drag of his cock, torturous and steady, splitting you open and bringing you to ruin slowly. A clawed finger inches it's way from your clavicle down to your stomach, where the outline of his cock is visible, and Ari lays his palm flat and looks, what seems to be longingly, at the sight. A rough thumb-pad, careful with the claw, brushes over your swollen clit and you moan; nerves dialling to a hundred with renewed excitement.
"I want to make my treasure glow," he half growls, looming over you, hips still rolling against yours though slightly faster than before. His left hand grabs and swallows both of yours and pins them above your head, pressing his body close to yours as his cock buries itself repeatedly in your cunt - harder now - and his other hand busies itself with toying with your sticky clit.
Your pulse races and you can feel your body betray you by wetting his cock again, moaning like whore as the wet sounds echo in the stone room. Ari's eyes meet yours, slits growing from pins to saucers with excitement. You can't look away, cheeks burning, pulse racing; you'd never been in a predicament like this before and it was becoming harder and harder to deny that the dragon you had come to slay was breaking your will in the best way.
"My treasure wants that too?" He asks, pressing his palm harder into your abdomen when he ruts especially hard, making sure you can feel his huge cock twitch inside of you. "Have I broken you in already?"
You go to shake your head no as you squirm gently in his hold but Ari's blue eyes pierce yours, forked tongue flicking at your lips curiously. Suddenly, he rolls onto his back; taking you with him and you sit perched on his cock while he lays wings splayed beneath you. Now, you can see just how deep his cock is inside of you and you let out a sharp whine of surprised ecstasy.
It excites you to see your body like this, so small in comparison to Ari's, so utterly helpless to his whim and yet he hasn't truly hurt you. He has defiled you in a way far more sinister; in a way that leaves you wanting more.
Ari's claws sink into the flesh of your hips and ass, growling as he forces your now-eager body to grind against him before he uses his strength to lift you up and down over his cock; effectively using your tight, wet cunt to pump himself.
"How many little gems shall we have, hmm?" Ari presses, gaze fixated on yours - daring you to answer and promising to fulfil it. "How many will you give me, Treasure?"
"Ah - Ah - I don't k-know." You pant out, hearing the lewd unashamed sounds of wet skin as your insides constrict his cock.
"Oh? You don't?" Ari taunts and you cry out when his thumb finds your clit again. "Don't worry Treasure, I'll keep you nice and full all the time just in case."
"Please!" You yell to the cieling, an unfamiliar feeling building higher and higher. Your hands grasp at anything you can hold; Ari's wrists, then forearms, before gripping his shoulders with a half sob as the feeling hits a new peak. Ari keeps using you as your orgasm washes over you and you're left shuddering and gasping for air. Now pumping you faster and harder than ever, Ari's tongue darts over your sweet, sweat-sheened skin, watching your tits bounce and your face contort from hazy to fucked out.
"That's it, give me one more." Ari urges with a hint of desperation in his voice. "One more for me, pretty princess. Then we can take a break."
You're too far gone to care about asking what he means by taking a break, focusing solely on his seductive voice, calling to you from the abyss of lust.
"A-Ari," you whine anxiously, feeling the pressure build far quicker this time.
"That's it, Treasure. Cum for me. Let me feel you cum with me." His hands don't stop forcing your body to work his cock, even after your muscles go limp until he forces your hips down hard and he cums inside you with a loud groan that sounds akin to rumbling thunder.
You're both panting. Ari lowers you slowly so you can lie atop him, his cock still pulsing inside you and his breath hot against your neck. Minutes pass in silence and you think that you may have passed out or fallen asleep because you feel groggy and more bone-tired than after your five-day trek.
Ari's claws rake your scalp gently, his breathing steady, but then he shifts his weight - moving you with him off the bed until you're bundled in his arms.
"Where are we going?" You ask, your voice sounds distant, quiet almost.
"To the treasury," He tells you nonchalantly. "Now, wrap your arms around me - good girl - but I want to look upon all of my treasures."
You comply, confused, but when his wings flex behind his back you start to panic.
"No, no- what are you-" you look behind you as Ari carries you in his arms easily from the bed and makes his way to the balcony. You smack at him furiously. "NO!"
But Ari only laughs like your a kitten hitting at a springy toy and continues, letting his wings open fullyas he steps into the cold night air. "Calm down. I'm taking you to the treasury, then we'll continue."
You breath is stolen before you can argue back and you grip at Ari so tightly you can feel your fingers kneading muscle as he takes flight and soars upwards. The beat of his wings every few moments is worrisome at first, until he levels out and the breeze is gentle as he glides along the skyline. There's a shameless grope to your ass that makes you squeak, burying your face into Ari's neck while he chuckles.
"You're missing the view." He says and you tighten your grip around him. "I promise I won't drop you."
At the mere mention of him letting you go, you almost choke him with your grip your legs like a vice around his waist and press his cock against you. Ari huffs and holds you a little tighter but you still don't relax your grip, shivering as night wind bites at your skin.
"Open your eyes." Ari urges, nosing your cheek. "I've got you, Treasure."
You peek one eye open and find Ari's face smiling down at you against the black background of the night sky. Stars dance behind him and you turn your neck slightly to look around you to the mountain and river below. Ari's descent is slow, allowing you to take in as much of the night sky as possible and as concession for the exquisite view, you don't complain when he kisses at your face and neck (perhaps even leaving some bite marks hither and tither too).
The entrance to the treasury is through one of the highest peaks of the mountain the castle is built into and after a brief period of total darkness encapsulated by sharp rock, you're greeted by golden light. Large chandeliers dangle from the rocky cieling and their candles' flames are mimicked by the sea of gold below; coins, chalices, knick knacks, clocks and candelabras by the million are kept in this hidden treasure trove, the odd glint of colour from a ruby or amethyst catching your gaze. Upon one of the highest peaks of treasure, sits a throne of solid gold, and Ari lands silently next to it, setting you on your feet beside him while he retrieved to golden chalices and what looked like a bottle of mead and set them on a table to the off side of the throne.
As he moved, you bit back a gasp, noticing Ari's final draconic feature. When you had been panicking or pleasured, you'd missed it; a long slightly curved tail that thinned to a point from Ari's tailbone, hidden behind his massive form. Ari catches you staring as he comes to take your hand and guide you to the throne with him, tail dragging through gold coins with ease.
"You like my tail?" Ari chuckles, making a show of swishing the muscles back and forth, standing tall and proud with a grin.
"I didn't realise you had one." You respond, slightly embarassed though you can't tell what for.
Ari laughs, coins and jewels crunching beneath his feet like crisp frost on grass blades on a winter's morning before taking his seat on the throne, pulling you onto his lap. "You were too pre-occupied with taking my cock, princess."
His body is slightly too warm as you press against him, cosying up as tiredness begins to seep into your veins. Ari sips from his chalice as quietly as he can, holding you curled against him, and occasionally pressing his hot lips to your bare skin.
"My little treasure," Ari murmurs as your eyes fight to stay open. "I'm going to keep you with me. Always."
Treasure END
A/N: I don't know how many of you have read Shifting Sands by @late-to-the-party-81 but it is one of my fave Lloyd fics of all time. I was toying with the idea of a dragon and thought of that while writing Lloyd's fic and wondered who would make a bad good dragon and ofc its Ari (Also Monster!Ari fucks hard always - in every sense.) Will I revisit? Probably.
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