Thinking about a dragon king, he's already claimed you as his treasure, marking you, either by his magic or more, physically. So no one would dare touch you
He takes you one evening, maybe your home, maybe you're in town, maybe you're even in the woods.
But you awaken in the very centre of his hoard. Your tucked against his massive, but human form.
He's gentler than you ever imagined him being, his hands softly cupping your face as he presses kisses against every inch of skin he can reach.
He's gentle, loving, pressing kisses against you as he softly slides a finger up and down your folds and occasionally catches his finger on your cock.
You are unaware of how many times you cum on his fingers, pressed against his warmth as he pleasures you. But what you do know is that you won't stop cumming until you beg him to stop.
Imagine you've been sent to marry the feared king who's slowly been conquering the world. You've been told he's a killer, he's a terrible terrifying beast, and that you likey wouldn't survive your wedding night.
You expect many things that night, for him to be rough and mean, to use you for his own pleasure and leave you or dismiss you after.
What you don't expect is for him to be gentle, softly kissing you and claiming your cunt on his tounge, opening you up with his fingers and tounge until your begging for him to fuck you.
He places his crown on your head as he does so, gently fucking into your heat as he praises you for taking his cock so well. Calling you his majesty as he ruins you.
You wake up slowly, eyes closed against the soft morning light as you spread your legs more for the greedy thing between your legs
"Fuck." You whine out when their tongue catches on your cock, gently pleasuring you as they lap up your slick.
They don't stop till you cum, and once they've finished licking up any of your slick left, you pull them up for a kiss, tasting your own arousal in their mouth as you lie together.
Your body bounces up and down, the man underneath you moaning and reaching up to clutch at your skin.
His cock is warm and thick inside you, drawing in and out with slick noises as you move up and down it.
It drags against your walls making your eyes flutter with every bounce.
You grunt, fingers curling against the shirt of the man underneath you as you bounce faster and faster.
For someone who is your boss, he sure isn't acting in charge right now, you think to yourself.
His groans get louder and higher pitched in a way that lets you know he's going cum soon.
You grin, looking down at him as you bounce quicker. "What? Getting close already?" You ask him, slowing down so his length drags against your walls slower.
He grunts, hands scrambling at your hips, trying to hold onto something.
"Please." He rasps out, pleading at you with wide eyes. You look down at him from your position high above him. Hips rocking in a way that has his own shuddering.
"Please what?" He whines eyes dark and cheeks flushed.
Just thinking about being told to watch yourself in the mirror, maybe a long-term partner, a long thought-out hookup, maybe even a one-night stand.
But they ask you to look at yourself in the mirror while they fuck you and you get to watch yourself claimed at a whole new angle.
You get to see each expression, every movement you make. Everything, you get to witness everything about yourself happen in a way you've never seen before.
Thinking about being forced to kneel under a desk or table and just having to stay still, looking at their bludge, maybe I'm tied up and gagged so I can't move or beg, having to stay there until they finally decide to use me like the toy I am.