Dragon bf who’s never really had luck in the sex department. Most of his past exes and flings have gone ok, that is until he shows them his two massive cocks. The second even bigger and more girthy than the one on top.
At first they try always tried to make it seem like it was no big deal. Told him they could take it. Only to jump to them squirming and whimpering before he’s even bottomed out with one.
If that was the only problem he might be able to handle it. He didn’t need total satisfaction, he could make it work. But when his past relationships also saw how much pre and cum he released they were hesitant to have penetrative sex all together! And if they did risk it they made sure he quadruple-wrapped up and he had to pull out before he was about to cum anyway.
The preventative measures cut off all sensation for him and made him lose all connection he got with his partner from the act. That feeling of closeness had been erased till things just eventually didn’t work out.
It’s left the poor beast with the biggest dry spell known to man. That is until he meets you.
When you first see his cocks you light up. He tries not to get excited but there was no fear in your eyes. Maybe you had more experience with monster cock than he thought and he was all the more grateful for it. Your own ease helped his own, allowing him to relax.
And when you two first started, moving together and grinding as his cocks split open your already dripping swollen folds. Each rock of his hips sending his throbbing tip to smear against your puffy clit. Endless droplets of oozing milky precum dribble from his leaking tip and coat your slit in his eager essence.
When he sees the shock on your face he prepares for the work. Ready for you to tell him to wrap up first or to stop altogether. But it’s him who’s surprised as your expression fades into awe, sweet pretty moans slipping past your lips and making leak even harder.
He doesn’t even try to hold back how eager he is for you, his growls echoing against the walls of his den and his throat glowing with a low blissed out ember. Picking up pace his cocks start to push at your entrance. As you gasp sharply he starts to rear back, about to ask if you’re alright, when you suddenly hook your legs around his waist and push not only one but both of his cocks inside you.
Dragon bf throws his head back with a furious roar, sparks crackling through the air and increasing the tension of the room. You’re so wet and so so tight, he can’t believe how well you’re taking him in. But given how much your sopping pussy is squelching as it sucks in his lengths gives him no room for argument.
Every inch deeper inside your slick silken walls massage every vein along his shafts, delivering a deeper sense of pleasure than he ever knew possible. He lets you set the pace, taking him as hard and fast as you like, using him to give yourself pleasure.
And use him you do. Your hips buck wildly, swallowing up his cocks like you’re starving for it. He meets your every thrust, pounding into the narrow channel of your cunt that shifts with every hard pulse as it molds itself to his shapes. Hugging him so perfectly he could cum already.
But he holds on as best he can when parts of his cock have never felt the sweet warmth of a hole as perfect as yours. More and more precum gushes into your pussy, sloshing around inside you and he merely drives it in deeper, using it to mark your walls as his. Swiveling his hips to hit those spots inside you that have you seeing stars.
He’s filling you so good and you’re suffocating his cocks like the good girl you are, clamping down and holding onto him for dear life every time he hits somewhere reallyyy good. The way he fucks you it’s like he’s memorizing your body, watching closely for every little reaction you give him so he can best please you. Moving his body, his cocks, and his fingers as they rub against your clit to have you singing for him.
And when you cum your vision flashes, the corners darkening before a loud crack rings out and a second later a pleasurable pain blooms on your cheek. Blinking your eyes open you realize he’s lightly slapped your cheek as he grips your jaw and mushes your cheeks together.
Telling you firmly to look at him as he cums inside you and breeds your fat cunt. Letting you know that you’re his now, there’s no leaving or getting away. And that he’s gonna make sure you have to stay.
That’s when you feel a bigger presence begin to push at your entrance and a second later he’s slamming his thick knot inside you’re already overstuffed cunt, stretching you further than you thought was physically possible. It’s as though your body just automatically listens to him as it opens up for him like it was made to. Then he’s coming, rope after rope of scorching hot cum.
You’re not exactly sure how long it takes before he finishes coming but in the meantime he made you cum two more times while he worked you both through the waves of euphoria you couldn’t deny. If anything his words only served to turn you on further.
It’s not a surprise that after all that he ended up succeeding in everything he had said to you. Sure, most people, and even you he images, think him insane for getting you pregnant when you two barely even knew each other.
But after finding such a treasure like you how could he ever risk letting you go now?
Warnings: MLM, AMAB Reader, fantasy au, double cock fisting (idk wtf to call it), edging, dacryphilia, petnames, Sylus just kind of thrusts it up in there (note that real anal takes so much prepwork, do NOT do this irl pls), masochism (if you squint), dumbification, scratching, Sylus is secretly a softie and desperate for love.
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You had no idea how you ended up like this. In the dragon's lair, your armor strewn all over the place, and both his and your cock tightly fisted in his large palm. It was pathetic. You were a grown man. A knight for pete's sake! But instead of thrusting your sword into his chest, you were doing a different kind of sword fighting at the moment.
"Sylus..." You moan out his name for what was probably the fiftieth time as he lazily drags his palm over your lengths once more. "Yes, sweet boy?" He asks back, voice rumbling back in that teasing manner that made you want to shove your dick down his throat.
You roll your hips once again, desperately trying to build up more friction. Sylus had kept the two of you on the edge for what seemed like hours now. Every time you or him got close to cumming, he'd only stop his movements. Denying the both of you release, driving the two of you deeper and deeper into the haze of pleasure.
A whine tears from your throat as he rubs his thumb over yours, spreading the pre cum that was beading at your tip. "Such pretty noises." Sylus growls out, panting above you as he tries to restrain himself from rutting his cock against yours.
You choke a sob back as you feel your orgasm rise with you once again. "Please Sylus. I can't take much more of this." You plead, voice shaking as tears well in your eyes and threaten to roll down and stain your cheeks. Sylus chuckles a laugh that matches every single gold coin, precious gemstone, and priceless artifact in his hoard.
"Begging already, puppy?" He asks, his tone taunting as he smirks down at you and you don't know if you want to smack him or kiss it off his stupidly handsome fucking face. "F-ucking hell, Sylus. Fuck me already, will you?" You all but growl out, so close to snapping if he didn't give you release soon.
Sylus raises a brow, halting his hand, making your cock ache for more of his touch. "So demanding." He growls out, shoving your legs apart and gripping his cock at the base with one hand while his other hand spreads you open for his view, your hole clenching around nothing. "Yet your hole is clenching so sluttily." He muses out, making your cheeks warm with embaressment.
Sylus presses the tip of his dick to your entrance, slowly pushing his way inside. You moan out, the stretch burning your walls but the pain felt so good. He keeps pushing until he bottoms out inside you, exhaling heavily, warm breath washing over your ear as he groans at how tight you feel.
"Tell me when I can move, puppy." He breathes out, thumb rubbing circles on your hipbone as he patiently waits for your body to adjust to his size so that he can comfortably move without hurting you. You lay beneath him, whimpering softly and clutching onto him as you wait for the pain to subside.
Eventually, you give a nod and Sylus begins to move slowly, watch your reactions closely, searching for any sign of pain or discomfort. You moan out softly as he moves inside you, only feeling pleasure with each roll of his hips. "That's it, baby. Feels good, doesn't it?" He coos out softly, making you nod. "Mm. M-More. Please." You breathe out, making that smug smirk return to his face.
"As you wish, little knight." He purrs, thrusting faster and harder into you, his hand reaching to wrap back around your length and pump his hand in time with his thrusts, drawing more lewd noises from your pretty throat.
It doesn't take long for him to turn you into a mess, the hours of edging quickly making you dumb on his cock. Drool slipping out your mouth, pupils blown, and nails scratching down his skin and scales. Sylus thrusts deeper inside you, hitting your prostate and making you cry out.
A growl falls from the dragon's throat at the noise and he focuses his attention on the spot, bullying it with the tip of his cock and making you cry out over and over again. Each noise bounces off the walls of his lair and all Sylus can think about is how your worth more than any item in his entire hoard, about how he'd give it all to you if it meant making you happy, if it meant making you his.
"Stay with me. Please. Don't wanna let you go." He pants out, face burrowing into the crook of you neck and nipping at the flesh, hoping to leave marks on your skin. You let out a breathy laugh that gets cut off with a choked moan as he plunges his tip into your warm walls again. "I-I'm a knight, Sylus. I have duties." You manage to choke out between noises.
Sylus all but whines at that answer, making your heart ache. "Then visit me when you can, little knight. My heart is yours." He says, tone pleading, almost vulnerable as his spare hand grasps your waist tenderly.
"F-uck. Alright. I'll visit when I can." You answer, one hand tangling in his white tresses as he ruts up into you. "Mm I'm close." He pants out, his hips stuttering. "Cum with me, puppy." He says, thumb rubbing over your tip, making your hips buck. The two of you tumble into ecstasy together, crying out each others names before collapsing into a tangle of limbs.
Gentle touches and words of praise follow afterwards. Sylus cleans you up and brings you water and snacks and you feed him and press gentle kisses to his collarbone. "Don't go back yet." He pleads softly, holding you closely and you smile softly. "Big bad dragon can't let his new toy go?" You tease but he holds you closer.
"You're not a toy. You're more valuable than my entire hoard." He murmurs, nuzzling into you, scenting you. Your heart melts at his words, your gaze softening as you brush his hair back. "Alright. I guess I can afford to stay for awhile before the King starts to wonder if you ate me alive." You say, making him huff out a laugh of amusement.
"Mm deal." He says softly, tail sneaking to tug you closer as you relax into him, hearts synching as the two of you eventually drift off in the heart of his hoard. But all Sylus can think about is how you've wormed into his heart in such a short amount of time. And for once... he was okay with that.
dragon!bf who lets you and only you brush and clean his scales. something only very trusted individuals can do for dragons, he lets carefully brush away all the dirt. dragon!bf who gets all hot and bothered from your gentle touch, you can tell from the smoke flowing from his slanted nostrils. dragon!bf who gets so worked up he pulls you close using his tail, his claws for ripping off your clothes. his cock stretching your hole with a harsh burn, but one you love so much.
great guess! here's some dragon fic, from way way way later.
Red eyes bored into him. Dan pulled the cup of coffee further away.
“Shadow.”
“Your Highness.” Tim narrowed his eyes at the formality. “He will be sad if you do not eat.”
It was a dirty attack, low even. Below the belt to invoke Danny. “Later, I promise.”
Dan huffed. Swiftly, he shifted tactics. “Povar says you’re too skinny.”
“Shadow, Povar says everyone is too skinny. She says you’re too skinny.” Tim rolled his eyes, catching the stunned look on Dick’s face, the way Damian watched with his hand below the table. No doubt on a blade.
“Not true,” Ellie, the traitor, piped up. “I heard her say Shadow was the size of a barn once.”
“I am the size of a barn.” Dan said it in the driest tone known to man, and possibly dragon as well. He poked Ellie from around Tim’s back, startling a laugh out of her. Ineffectually, she swatted at his hand.
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Dragons and humans are the two most powerful beings in the world, but for opposite reasons. Dragons are creatures of pure natrual prowess, they have the ability to destroy castles with their breath, to destroy armies with the sweeps of their wings, to cross oceans within minutes. Humans on the other hand are weak on their own, but their societies grow and innovative faster then anyone else's, they domesticated the beasts of the forests, damned off rivers, learned medicine to conquor death, and turned the world into their own. The only things above either kind are the gods themselves.
To most creatures, from the elves in their elf holes, to the sirens deep below the sea, to the ghouls that stalk the ruins of great kingdoms, the idea of a human and a dragon coming together would mean a creature that is more powerful then anything else. But some surly have.
Dragon riders are creatures of truly immense power. They are not merely humans riding the backs of dragons like they would any other beast, for no dragon would allow such a thing, but humans bonded by the magic of ash and rhyme to dragons. A human rider and the dragon they ride become one creature, able to hear eachother's thoughts, and feel eachother's bodies. To human civilization, dragon riders are their greatest products. For some cultures they are rulers and conquerors, for some the divine heads of faiths, and for some they are unholy abominations.
As humans are bonded with dragons for longer and longer they get more dragon like in subtle ways. It becomes harder for them to pick up on subtle social conventions. Yet they more intuitively understand the nature of magic and the magic of nature. The laws of the woods and of the beasts seem more and more natrual to them as the laws of humanity become more and more unknowable. Some will even gain a dragon's eyes, firey and bright. And having seen through the eyes of the dragon who they're bonded to, they'll know the colors only known to the snakes and the birds. As time goes on they'll speak of things that don't make sense to humans, of the strange nature of things small then atoms, of the bond between time and space, and how the stars are suns far larger then the earth.
And ridden dragons too will become more like humanity. They will begin to understand things that humans do, the beauty of song and nature of art. They will understand what it means to truly care about something, and the concept of right and wrong, and the many philosophies as to what such things mean. And just as the bond will make any human separated from humanity, dragons who have been bonded to a human will find themselves estranged from dragonkind.
As time goes on they will be more and more separated from their kinds. A dragon rider can never serve a king forever as they will someday understand that the king is no more then another fleshy human they could kill in an instant, nor could they be a king forever as they will one day understand that their power means nothing and that they can never truly own part of the world. Eventually the human and the dragon will not only see eachother's thoughts, but their thoughts will be one, and there will be mo separation between the minds of the two. They will fly off, as one lonely being.
As the places where dragons live and the places where humans live become further and further apart we see dragon riders less and less. Though human medicine will extend the life of a dragon, and draconkind's magic will extend the life of a human, so perhaps some have lived many millenia, still hiding out there, as the only creatures who truly know everything there is of this world's nature.
A/N: Teehee ngl I just wrote this as a period comfort fic indulgent for myself. I hope you nerds enjoy it as much as I liked writing it!
CW: AFAB reader on period, jokes of breeding, using a dragon as a heating pad, pretty much just fluff
WC:2000
Synopsis: A lazy Sunday, the perfect start to a week on your period where you'll be constantly pestered by your dragon boyfriend.
A dragon’s hoard in times long before consisted of fine jewels and immense mounds of gold, shiny objects as far as the eye could see. Whether it was stuffed in the depths of a cave or deep in the forest, a hoard barred spikes and “DO NOT ENTER” warnings; whether they were legible or not was never up to the righteous dragon’s responsibility.
Adventurers and bandits never heeded these signs of caution, getting stuck in the narrow holes meant for dragons to shimmy through or meeting their demise through puzzles and endless booby traps-- such monsters were thorough in keeping their treasure safe. Any item that caught the creatures attention could be found in their rich reservoirs, even if they were mere wave-smoothened stones from a lake, an old lover, or a prettily decked-out concubine that was too tempting not to take.
That however, was centuries ago. Dragons, like the rest of us, must conform to modern society, technology too powerful and people too abundant to go around flying and terrorizing just to get one’s hands on a pretty penny.
Your boyfriend, once a ravenous creature with a cave of glittering gems and fine craftsmanship-- that he may or may not have maimed many blacksmiths to steal-- now resided with you in too big of a bedroom. You had argued before buying the apartment; who would need this much space? But his hoarder tendencies clearly made up for the abundance in space. Gaming consoles, silvery granola bar wrappers, aluminum dollar store trinkets, books with glittery covers-- the floor was almost unseeable with his trash and treasure mixed together. He wasn’t necessarily dirty-- in fact every item had its own spot and preferred place, which is why it killed a piece of him any time you threw away something that should not be “decorating” your shared home.
Though as you practically took care of both of you, it was hard to keep up being the caregiver in the relationship. Especially, on your period. Sunday, what a perfect day, to realize you had a whole work week ahead of mood swings and lower abdominal pain, all mixed with the gory massacre you’d face every time you went to the bathroom. Your cramps didn’t usually come in this early of a start, but it seemed like nothing was going quite right today.
“T’s wrong, darlin’?” Your draconic, crusty-eyed boyfriend mumbled into your back. “Somethin’ hurting…?”
He had been asleep since noon, ignoring the stream of yellow shining down on him from between the cracks of the blinds. But with those poor eyes and slightly above average listening skills, he completely ignored the sun and heard your groans of pain as you curled into a ball. The aching in your lower tummy was like hellfire, crisp burning and somersaults of your organs unlike any other pain than usual. Nothing was helping, no cold rags or medicine, it was like your infinite headache and body pains were destined to consume you.
“C’mon baby answer me, I wanna help..” He pouted again.
“Just my stomach..” You downplayed, not sure if you could handle his frantic coddling if he realized you’re period started. The last time you made the mistake of doing so, you had pads stacked to the brim in your bathroom cabinets and tampons in your closets, the mass shoplifting endeavor of his creating even less space in your home. Well, atleast you were set for the next fifty-seven or so cycles.
“I just need to rest n’ I’ll be fine, soon…”
Another wave of pain came through, head ringing as soft nails raked up and down your sweating back.
‘When will this be over,’ you wondered.
Maybe that horrible breeding endeavor your boyfriend was always obsessed with was worth it if it meant you wouldn’t have to suffer through this for nine months. Yeah, just nine months of morning sickness and bloating and growing a whole dragon-human parasite inside of you. But hey… the making part wouldn’t be too bad, and atleast you would be crotch-pain free.
Man, now the pain was really talking through you.
“Yer period, right?” Your dragon wonders, scratching the back of his head. He’s more awake now, and you wish he was still passed out grabbing onto you, even through the sticky sweat from his body heat. “I’m sorry baby…I know it hurts. What’you want me to do?”
“How’d you even know..” You groan, almost annoyed at how keen he is. Next thing you’d know he’d be shoving some pretty pawn shop jewelry for you to hold to distract you from the pain.
“I don’t think.. You want to know. And well there’s the obvious, I noticed you changed the bed covers.”
Oh lord, was he talking about that split tongue-nose smell-ability ‘dragon thing’ again? Could your embarassment get any worse?
“Does that mean you’ve… EVERY TIME? Every time you knew?”
He sheepishly fell into the new sheets of warmth, those dark eyebrows lifted in innocence.
“Sometimes before you knew, I think.”
Officially, you wish your boyfriend was asleep again. Maybe you’d just strangle him to end this mind-numbing conversation.
“What can I do?” He repeated. “Get you more pads?”
“No.” You shut him down as soon as the words left his mouth.
“What then? A snack, more pillows? Now’s the time to be babied, you know. Unless you’d be okay with me coming to work with you--”
You groaned, partly to shut him up and to vocalize the squeezing, contracting inside of you.
His clawed fingers came to cradle your belly, right below your belly button on your pelvic muscle. He rubbed, just gently, back and forth with a slight pressure as your head buried into the sheets beneath you.
“Just this.. is fine..” You murmur, feeling hot, humid breath exhale against your neck, emerald green slits baring into your twisted expression. He was watching you, the way your body reacted, the little signals of discomfort.
You heard a slight flutter of his wings as they adjusted, his body fitting against yours like a puzzle piece; it was nice to be the small spoon again, rather than cradling your needy dragon lover like a cocoon as he so often desired.
The dragon slowly pushed a leg between your bunched knees that stuck together, getting easier access to your tummy. His palm was so warm, as the torso flushed behind you kept a reassuring prresence. You almost turned on your back to get his palm farther against your stomach, the slight pressure and warm temperature soothing the ache in your lower back and groin.
“You know… I could always breed ya, then you wouldn’t have to--”
“Don’t try to convince me right now.” you spat, turning into him as his hand worked magic, the other brushing hair off of your neck and cheek. “That’s not an option, especially right now.”
“Well, at the very least I can make you feel good. Might ease up some of the pain, yeah?” He laid back down to lean in closer.
You sighed; he clearly didn’t understand the discomfort and embarrassment that his oh-so keen intimacy would bring you right now. You loved the sentiment, and maybe you’d be up for it if you weren’t solely thinking about your physical misery, but you barely had the fortitude to look back toward him.
Your dragon buried his flared nose into the top of your head, lined against you like a perfectly shaped heat blanket.
“You wouldn’t even have to do anything.. I’ll do whatever makes ya feel better.” His other hand snakes beneath your hip against the bed mattress, pulling you back toward his body even closer, if possible. The warm, spiked fingers tapping alongside your pelvic bone made your skin spark, your lower stomach buzzing with numbed pain and a fullness that made you want to sleep for another week. “I don’t like seeing you like this.” He frowns. “Your face.. You look so, uncomfortable.”
“Wow, thanks.” You jab, feeling a heated tail slither up your knee, to your thigh. It almost flicked in apology. “Mm.. Just stay my heating pillow and I’ll be fine.”
“I can do that.” The confidence in his voice worries you, knowing he’ll do an unnecessary load of more than you asked for. Your fetal position was gently yanked free, a pounced creature on your back as you’re forced onto your stomach. “I’ll be the best spiky heating pad you’ve ever seen.”
The strong, scaled forearms of your draconic spouse come to wrap around your hips, a burning touch ringing from his skin, worming his way beneath your comfortable pajama pants and shirt, skin on skin as his body temperature rises to accommodate your desires. His forearms seem to ripple against you, fingers tickling your sides as his legs trap against your thighs from above, most if not every length of his body pulsating against yours like a live, scaly cocoon intent on making you his personal plush, and he your sweet, warm monster.
“Feel better baby…” He kissed at the nape of your neck, sandpapery forked tongue popping out to lick away your sweat. “It’ll be over soon.. I’ma make it all better.”
You leaned deeper into the stuffy mattress sheets, the pressure on your abdomen welcomly encouraged as you push as far as possible into his fiery hands.
“I’m betting on it.” You muffle into the pillows, squirming your hips against his his body, warm chest and carved quadriceps surrounding you. The slight pressure of his inner thighs against your hips was welcoming, his mounted position atop of you seemingly odd to an outsider-- but you didn’t care how weird it might’ve looked, as the calm of your gutted abdomen took over.
You yawned into the side of the pillow as you turned your head, lifting your hips just a little to soak in the heat radiating from behind you.
“Awe’d, so sleepy huh? Need a little nap?” the dragon behind you poked.
Who knew a murderous, millenium-old dragon would be sweet-talking you so gently-- just a few centuries ago he was murdering travelers for stumbling just a few steps too close to his prized hoard.
“But I just woke up.” You protest, upset at the sleepiness of the afternoon that was rubbing off from your draconic lover on you. “Got too much to do, can’t lay in bed all day..like you.”
You groan into the pillow as a wave of cramps hit you, only slightly set ajar by the gentle massaging of the skin above your pelvic bone.
“Hrmm.” Your boyfriend thinks, shoving his warmly snout against your neck. “I guess it’s unfortunate that I’m not going to be letting you go then. Not allowed to get up until you feel better.”
You laugh, taking one of your dragon’s toasty hands to your chest to hold onto.
“I’ll be here all week, then.”
It was here you felt the safest, the warmest, the most vulnerable and easily devourable-- well, thankfully dragon’s didn’t particularly have a taste for the flesh of humans. Shutting your eyes, you let the guttural ‘hrmm’s’ of your dragon lull you to thoughtlessness.
“If that’s what it takes..” He presses a deep kiss close to your forehead, relishing in the sweet scent of your hair. The huffs from his nose tickle the back of your ears, such petrichor warmth and humidity so reminiscent of past lazy mornings. “You’re not going anywhere, my diamond.”
