You dreamed of a world where floors stopped falling out from under you. Alas, you did not live in that world. You lived in the world where a temple that had stood for some centuries decided that floors were optional the second you stepped into the temple’s library. The floor crumpled and fell, taking you with it. When you roused from unconsciousness, you reminded yourself to thank lucky stars that it wasn’t a long drop and that you had landed somewhere softer than the pile of rubble you’d expected.
The whispering of movement was what had roused you, you realized, as it continued around you. You felt a brief touch, something scaled and soft moving along your body. You heard somewhere farther away something sliding on stone. And then a rustling of paper. A word, something that existed in the air and in your mind at once, echoed a sparking. And then there was light. Ancient sconces blazed to life with a purple flame. What it illuminated was even stranger.
Long serpentine bodies curled around stacks of books. Two limbs at the front of the beasts seemed to serve as both arms and legs. One held a book open while another used the limbs to climb over fallen stones towards you. They had long and thick tentacle-like protrusions on their faces with tufts of hair at the end in a dizzying array of colors. And their scales reflected opalescent under the flickering amethyst flame. And you realized with a start that you were laying on the coils of one as it loomed over you, its head tilted sideways like a quizzical cat as it watched you.
“Book bringer?” It asked in that haunting voice that was at once in your head and out loud.
“What- I don’t…” you stammered out.
“Book bringer,” another hissed , coiling around a pile of books that had fallen from the temple library with you.
“We waited for a new book bringer,” the one that had broken your fall explained. “For new books to be brought and new knowledge to be shared.”
“I don’t know how well those books survived…” you frowned. Time wasn’t often kind to paper. But maybe the airless tomb of the temple buried in sand had preserved them better.
“Thank you, book bringer,” yet another said as it draped a tail decorated with scales and ending in a puff of teal feathers over your legs.
A slither of coils stroked the side of your body and you shifted against them.
“It has been so long, book bringer,” the one leaning over you sighed. It seemed to shift happily, writhing under you like the dance of its muscles expressed its happiness better than verbalizing would.
“We have had no warmth in so long,” the one draped across your legs agreed.
It coiled around you, stroking your legs with its feathery tail.
You struggled not to squirm under the feeling, under the contrast between soft and intense. Between the tickle of the feather tail against your thighs and the squeeze of the muscular tail. And then the clawed limbs of the one cradling your body gripped your clothes, dragging your shirt upwards.
“Book bringer,” the one undressing you purred as it tugged the shirt over your head.
You gave a muted whine, lifting your arms to let it drag your clothes off of you. The one on your legs started to squeeze and pull, using the friction of its body to tug your pants off of you. You felt the slit in the scales behind you start to open, start to produce the very desperate needy thing that you were so willing to satisfy.
You reached your hands up, gripping the thick muscle of the wyrm that cradled you and leveraging yourself so that you could be in a better position. You gasped as you felt the prick of two hard cocks against your entrance as you maneuvered. They would never both fit, surely. The feather duster tail of one brushed over you, enticing you and distracting you from the inevitable stretch you would try to force yourself through. You moaned and writhed under the sensation and then under the cold breath that ghosted over your body. When you started to lower yourself down onto the twin cocks that stood rigid under you, you decided that it might not be so bad. Until you reached the barbs.
Swollen ridge like barbs dragged against you as you bounced, trying to pull yourself up so that you could sink lower ever so slowly. You screamed as it caught, as it held you so that you could not bring it back out again.
“Book bringer, don’t leave, please,” it begged with that voice that vibrated your spine and your mind. It sounded desperate, pleading in a way you never thought you would deserve.
“Don’t leave, book bringer,” the other that was massaging the length of your body joined in.
A chorus of otherworldly voice pleaded with you to stay, feathery tails flicking along your sensitive skin until you screamed your agreement.
They let you take your time still, sliding down ever so slowly until both of the first dragon’s peens were buried inside of you, stretching you so wide you thought you would break in half. You rocked your hips, pulling against the fourth segment of barbs that stretched you so wide on its way in. You whined and bucked against the pleasant discomfort, against the feather tails that had found your most sensitive parts and were tickling against them until your body screamed from overstimulation. You screamed your orgasm and felt the burst of release flood you as the dragon mimicked your cry in your own echoing mind.
When its barbs deflated and its peens receded you cried with the loss and sudden emptiness.
“Don’t cry, book bringer,” the one that had been stroking you so patiently said. “We have all been without warmth for so long. We won’t abandon you so quickly.”
It lifted you, pulling you with its claws and its tail so that you straddled its thick body. The stretch of your thighs around it was a pure kind of soreness, unlike the bruised and battered soreness that you felt from the cocks you’d just held inside of you. The soreness that you were expecting as the twin cocks emerged from this dragon’s slit and pulsed in front of you. This dragon lifted you, helping you onto his cocks so you did less work than you had for the last one. You braced your hands, splaying them across the scaled chest of the beast under you. You whined as the feather tail of the one you’d just ridden brushed your nipples, rubbing over them even though you were already coming apart from over stimulation. Your next orgasm overtook you before you were even down the second ring of barbs on this dragon. It took two more orgasms to fully seat him inside of you and only then did he gush inside of you.
The third dragon took you and lay you under him, your ass in the air as he curled around and over you. He growled almost possessively as you lay under him, drooling and blissed out of your mind. His claws held you, one across your chest holding your back to him and the other tangled in your hair holding your face down on the ground strewn with books. His thrusts shook your whole body, moving you like a piece of furniture he rutted into. You were beyond orgasms, nothing but a twitching mess of moans as he used your hole to bring his own release. His twin cocks pulsed inside of you after. But they didn’t deflate.
“I want more,” he growled in your mind as much as by your ear.
“You’ve had your turn, it is mine again,” the first dragon argued petulantly.
“Share,” the second instructed.
You didn’t have long to wonder how they planned to do that. You felt them lift you, stretching your legs further apart. You felt the first dragon’s tips thrusting against your hole, already stretched to what you thought was the limit with two cocks inside of you. You were about to learn how wide you really could stretch.
