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?
I need… I need a feral like, dragon hybrid boyfriend.
(18+)
Big scaly man, broad chest and even bigger shoulders. Maybe a little too tall for his own good. He hasn’t seen you in a few days. He had to go on a vacation with his family. You had to work, couldn’t take off the time fast enough.
He was a little sad but it was only a few days, how bad could it be..?… the regular FaceTimes helped, but he needed the real thing. He came home and barely took his shoes off before grabbing you off the couch. Showering you with kisses as he picks you up. You wrap your legs around him and you can already feel his cock poking at you. His tail almost wagging behind him with his hands feeling every curve of your body.
He took you to the bedroom before you can even register the excitement of having him home. He tore the panties from your pussy before diving in. He missed your taste, and how your thighs wrapped around his head. He missed your sweet little moans when he holds your hips down, letting him eat as he pleases. Tears form in your eyes as his tongue sucks and tugs on your clit, moving to your entrance to stretch your walls for the first time in days.
He made you cum on his tongue a couple of times before he finally had to come up for air. His lips swollen and your juices all over his mouth and jaw. He didn’t have the patience, he ripped his own boxers off before sliding into you with slow reverence. Relishing in the feel of your warm embrace around him, he groans and almost sighs in relief. He missed this, you can feel it in his thrusts. He groans for you to be good for him, to let him sleep like this. He doesn’t let you go for the rest of the night. Filling you with load after load of his cum. Proving just how much he missed you. And the next morning you find yourself still full of him, warm and fuzzy. And the big dragon purring in your ear as he sleeps.
Imagine being kidnapped off the street. You are going out and about with your day when a shadow casts on the ground under you. You have a fraction of a second to look up and see a huge ass dragon coming straight in your direction. Your scream is muffled by his claws closing around your whole body, the sheer size of him so big you can do anything to escape while he flies you away.
You are hyperventilating by the time he lets you down in the middle of a... castle? Why the fuck are you in a dragon's castle? How dare he kidnap you in the middle of the day? Why the fuck did it have to be you? You are so tired of life... Ugh. You're going to teach him a lesson.
"What the fuck?!" You scream in the dragon's direction, who is now looking very confused and affronted by your outburst. "You kidnapped me!" You yell, pointing a finger at him, not caring about the huge size difference between the two of you. That dragon is going to hear you even if he doesn't want to. How dare he kidnap you? "I had things to do! My ice cream is probably melting on the street now!"
He opens and closes his mouth a couple of times, his eyes as big as plates while he stares at you. After a beat of silence, he finally speaks: "But you... You are..."
"I'm pissed and I want my fucking ice cream!" You shouldn't be focusing exactly on that but you wanted to eat that ice cream, you deserved that ice cream.
"Mate," he whispers before turning around and disappearing into the next room, leaving you alone with your thoughts in a room so big it could fit your whole apartment.
And don’t get him started if someone actually dares to get close. He gets super possessive, ridiculously pouty and full-on jealous if anyone even looks your way.
You’re not just his mate. You’re his everything. His heartbeat. The most precious treasure in his whole hoard and he’s not sharing. EVER.
And you? You secretly love it.
But how will you thank your dragon boyfriend for always guarding you?
Carrying His Eggs (alien!dragon x fem!reader!2nd POV)
TW: NSFW, MDNI, non-con, dub-con, P in V, oviposition, egg-laying, breeding, cervical penetration, rough sex, unprotected sex, creampie, psychological, power imbalance, fluids.
Summary: When your survey ship crashes on an uncharted planet, you become the obsession of Rodrak, a Draconian species that seeks a mate to carry his eggs. And he has chosen you.
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You’d heard him before you saw him. A low, reverberating sound, not a growl, but a deep, clicking purr that seemed to travel through the stone itself and up the bones of your legs. You’d frozen, pressing yourself into a crevice, heart hammering against your ribs like a trapped bird. The sound got closer, accompanied by the heavy, deliberate scrape of something massive moving over rock.
Then, the glow of your stick caught him.
He filled the tunnel ahead.
Not a lizard, not quite a dragon from any Earth myth, but something horrifyingly in between. He was bipedal, towering over eight feet tall, covered in plates of deep umber and rust-red scales. A powerful tail, tipped with a spiked club, swept slowly behind him. His face was elongated, a draconic muzzle lined with serrated teeth, but his eyes… they were the worst. They were a luminous, intelligent gold, with vertical slits for pupils, and they were fixed on you.
You’d run.
A futile, stumbling scramble.
He’d followed with terrifying, leisurely strides. You’d fallen, the glow-stick skittering away, and then darkness had swallowed you, broken only by the faint bioluminescent fungi on the walls. He’d herded you, you realized later, like a predator corralling prey.
Now, you were here. In his lair.
The chamber was vast, the ceiling lost in shadow. The primary light came from a deep, subterranean geothermal vent that pulsed with a soft glow, illuminating piles of what looked like polished metal, strange crystals. In the center was a massive nest of dried, fibrous moss and furs.
He stood between you and the only exit you could see. He was studying you, his head tilted. He’d spoken earlier, his voice a deep, guttural rumble that formed words in your own language, learned, you presumed, from the wreckage of your ship or the bodies of your crewmates.
“You are damaged,” he had said, pointing a clawed digit at your bleeding leg.
Now, he took a step closer. You scrambled back until your spine hit the warm stone wall. “Stay away from me!”
“You fear,” he stated, the words oddly precise. “It is… expected. But unnecessary. I am Rodrak. This is my territory. You are in it.”
“I’ll leave,” you choked out, hating the tremor in your voice. “Just let me go. I won’t come back.”
A chuckle shook his broad chest. “You cannot leave. You are here for a purpose.”
“What purpose?” you demanded, though a cold, sick dread was pooling in your stomach.
He moved with a speed that belied his size, closing the distance in a blink. One large, clawed hand wrapped around your waist, lifting you off the ground as if you weighed nothing. You shrieked, beating your fists against his scaled forearm, but it was like hitting solid rock. He carried you to the nest and set you down on the surprisingly soft furs, his body caging you in. The heat radiating from him was immense.
“My species requires a host,” he said, his golden eyes boring into yours. His muzzle was inches from your face. You could smell that musky scent directly now, stronger, more pungent. “A vessel. For the next generation. The eggs must be laid in a warm, living incubator. A compatible host.”
“No. No, find someone else. One of your own kind!”
“They are not compatible. Your biology… it is strange. Soft. Warm. Perfect.” He brought his other hand up and, with shocking delicacy, ran the back of a single claw down the side of your face. You flinched. “I have searched this sector for many cycles. The others from your crew were inadequate. Weak. You… you are strong. You have fire. You will be my mate. You will carry my clutch.”
“I will not!” you spat, thrashing anew. “You’re a monster! Let me go!”
The word ‘monster’ made his eyes narrow, but not with anger. With something like pity. “You do not understand. This is an honor. To be chosen. I will provide. I will protect. You will want for nothing, except my cock and my eggs.”
You stared at him, speechless for a moment.
Then the struggle began in earnest. You fought with everything you had, kicking, scratching, twisting. He simply weathered it, his grip unyielding. With a low growl, he used his weight to pin you fully to the furs, your arms stretched above your head, held easily in one of his massive hands. His lower body settled between your thighs, pressing down. You could feel something then, through the fabric of your torn flight suit—a thick, heavy pressure against your lower stomach. Something that was not shaped like any human anatomy.
“The fear will pass,” he murmured. “It is the instinct of the prey. But you are not prey. You shall be my breeding mate. Your body will learn this truth before your mind does.”
He used his free hand to rend the fabric of your suit. Teared it. Cool air, then the intense heat of his body, hit your exposed skin. You cried out. He examined you, his gaze scalding as it traveled over your breasts, your stomach, the junction of your thighs. He made that clicking purr again, deep in his chest.
“So soft. So smooth. So wet. A proper nest for my seed.”
You were sobbing now, tears cutting tracks through the grime on your face. “Please, don’t. Please…”
He ignored your pleas. His head lowered, and you felt the rough, dry texture of his forked tongue drag up the center of your body from your navel to your sternum. “You taste of fear and salt. Soon, you will taste of need.”
His hand released your wrists to tear away the remains of your clothing below the waist. You tried to knee him, to buck him off, but it was futile. He caught your thighs in his hands, spreading them wide, opening you to the glowing light of the cave and his relentless gaze. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to disappear into the darkness behind your eyelids.
Then you felt it. The pressure against your inner thigh. Hot, huge, insistent. You forced your eyes open and looked down.
His cock was as alien as the rest of him. It was thick, base easily the width of your wrist, tapering slightly to a blunt, rounded tip. It was a deep, glossy black, segmented like the exoskeleton of an insect, but pulsing with inner light of deep crimson along the seams.
The most shocking feature were the pronounced, bulbous ridges that ringed the shaft, each one swelling larger than the last in a massive, knot-like medial ring about two-thirds of the way up. At the very base, you could see the heavy, taut swell of what must be his sacks, but they seemed oddly rigid.
“It will fit,” he said, observing your fixation. “Your body will stretch. It is designed to. The ridges will prepare the channel. The final ring will lock us together as I deposit the eggs in your womb.”
“You’re insane,” you whispered. “It’ll kill me.”
“It will not. I have studied your structure. It will be… intense. But you will survive. You will thrive.” He positioned the blunt, hot tip of his cock at your entrance.”
He didn’t force it in.
Instead, he lowered his head again, his muzzle nudging your thighs apart further. You felt the hot, wet swipe of his tongue, broad and rough, directly over your pussy. You jerked and cried out. It wasn’t like a human tongue. It was abrasive, demanding, and it worked at you with a single-minded purpose. He licked into you, over your clit,the sensation was unbearable—a shocking violation that sent conflicting signals through your nerves. Your mind screamed in revolt, but your traitorous body, after minutes of this focused attention, began to betray you.
He purred again, the vibration against your sensitive flesh making you gasp. “See? Your flesh knows its purpose. It welcomes me.”
You were panting now, shame and fear and a horrifying, creeping thread of arousal tangling in your gut. He rose back over you, the tip of his cock now slick with your own moisture. He pressed forward.
The initial stretch was agonizing. You screamed, the sound echoing off the cavern walls. The blunt, thick head pushed past your tight ring of muscle, spreading you wider than you’d ever been stretched. You felt like you were being split in two. He paused, letting your body strain around the first inch of him. The segmented ridges caught on your inner lips, creating a dragging, burning friction.
“Breathe, mate,” he commanded, his breath coming in sharp huffs. “Take the first knot. It is the hardest.”
He pushed again. You felt the first large ridge pop past your entrance, and a broken sob wrenched from your throat. The feeling of being stuffed, filled beyond capacity, was overwhelming. He didn’t stop. He fed more of that monstrous length into you, each successive ridge stretching you a little more, burning a little less, until your nerves felt flooded, overloaded with the sensation of being utterly penetrated. You were achingly full.
Then, the largest ring, the medial knot, met your entrance. He rocked his hips, applying steady pressure. “This is the seal,” he grunted. “Take it, and the breeding truly begins.”
You were shaking uncontrollably, sweat slicking your skin. You shook your head, whimpering “no, no, no” like a mantra. He gripped your hips, his claws pricking your skin, and thrust forward with a powerful snap of his hips.
The knot forced its way inside you.
The sensation was beyond anything you could have imagined. A brutal fullness that transcended pain and became a pure wave of stimulation. Your back arched off the furs, a guttural cry torn from your lips that wasn’t entirely one of agony. You were locked on him, impaled, feeling every throb of that alien cock deep in your belly. Your pussy clenched and fluttered around the massive intrusion in helpless spasms.
Rodrak roared, a sound of primal triumph that shook the cave.
He began to move.
With the knot seated inside you, his strokes were short, deep, and punishing. He couldn’t pull out far, so each thrust was a grind, the ridges along his shaft dragging against your overstimulated inner walls with every inch. The friction was incredible, a relentless pleasure-pain that built with crazy speed. Your earlier fear was being consumed, burned away by the raw, physiological fire he was stoking inside you. Your cries shifted, the notes of protest dying, replaced by ragged, open-mouthed gasps.
“Your cunt is learning,” he snarled, his pace increasing. The slap of his scaled hips against your thighs was a loud, wet rhythm in the chamber. “It clutches at me. It begs for the eggs. Tell me you want them.”
“I don’t!” you moaned, but it sounded weak, even to your own ears. Your body was moving with his, hips lifting to meet his drives, your inner muscles milking the thick shaft locked inside you.
“Liar,” he hissed, pleasure evident in his guttural tone. “Your body does not lie. I can feel it. The channel is softening, preparing. It hungers for the clutch.”
He shifted his angle, and on the next deep, grinding thrust, the blunt tip of his cock struck something deep inside you—a spot that sent a lightning bolt of pure, blinding pleasure straight to your core. You screamed, your eyes flying open to meet his burning gold gaze.
“There,” he breathed, a smile stretching his maw. “The entrance to your womb. The eggs must pass through there. Do you feel how your body opens for me?”
He did it again, and again, hammering against your cervix with deliberate strokes. The pain of the initial penetration had melted, transformed into a deep, resonant ache of fullness and a shocking, spreading heat. A coil was tightening low in your belly, an orgasm building from the sheer intensity of the stimulation. The shame was still there, but it was distant, drowned out by the roaring in your blood and the slapping sounds of his breeding.
“I’m… I’m going to…” you choked out, unable to even finish the thought.
“Come,” he commanded. “Come on my cock. Prepare the way for the clutch.”
The order, the dominance in his voice, snapped the last thread of your resistance. Orgasm crashed over you, violent and all-consuming. Your vision whited out as your pussy clenched and convulsed around his invading length, the pulsations rippling along the ridged shaft. You heard your own voice, raw and screaming, echoing in the cavern.
Rodrak roared again as your internal spasms triggered his own release. You felt a sudden, hot flood deep inside you—not the familiar wetness of human cum, but a thicker, viscous, hot liquid. It filled you, painting your inner walls, a sensation of being claimed from the inside out. He pumped it into you in great jets, and you could feel your stomach distending slightly with the volume of it.
“The seed fertilizes the eggs,” he grunted, still pumping his hips in shallow motions, ensuring every drop was deposited at the deepest point. “Now… the clutch itself.”
The heat inside you intensified. You felt a strange, shifting pressure at the base of his cock, where it was locked inside you by the knot. Then, a new sensation. A solid, rounded object traveling up the internal channel of his cock. You felt it move through the shaft, a distinct, rolling bulge, until it reached the tip, pressed against your sensitive cervix.
Your eyes widened. “What… what is that?”
“The first egg,” he said, his voice strained with effort and pleasure. “Take it, mate. Open for it.”
The pressure increased. The blunt head of his cock was holding the egg firmly against the tiny opening of your womb. He gave a powerful thrust, pushing with his entire body.
A sharp pain lanced through you, different from the stretch of his cock. This was deeper, internal. You felt your cervix dilate, forced open by the pressure of the smooth orb. There was a pop, a sensation of something giving way, and then a profound fullness settled even deeper within you than his cock had reached. The first egg was inside your womb.
A broken whimper left your lips. It felt huge, a foreign presence in your body. Before you could even process it, you felt the second egg begin its journey up his shaft.
“Yes,” Rodrak moaned, his claws digging into your hips. “Your womb accepts them. It is perfect.”
The second egg pressed, and he thrust, and another pop, another wave of deep, filling pressure. Your mind was fragmenting. The pain was real, but it was woven through with the lingering echoes of your orgasm, the shocking heat of his seed, and the claiming pleasure of being so utterly used and filled.
Egg after egg traveled up his cock and was pushed through your cervix into your womb. Three. Four. Five. Each one stretched you a little more, added to the heavy, gravid fullness in your belly. You lost count, lost in a haze of pain and overwhelming sensation. You were moaning continuously now, a stream of helpless, needy sounds. Your hands, which had been pushing weakly at his chest, now clutched at his scaled shoulders, holding on as he filled you with his offspring.
The final egg was deposited. He held himself deep, the knot still swollen inside you, keeping his seed and the eggs sealed within your body. He collapsed forward slightly, bracing himself on his arms above you, his hot breath washing over your face. His golden eyes were half-lidded, sated, possessive.
You lay beneath him, utterly spent, filled beyond imagination. Your belly was visibly rounded, taut with the clutch of heavy eggs and his copious alien-dragon seed. Every internal shift made you gasp.
Slowly, over long minutes, the knot at the base of his cock began to soften and subside. With a final, wet, sucking sound, he slipped out of you. A flood of hot fluid—a mixture of his seed and your own juices—gushed from your well-used pussy, soaking the furs beneath you. You felt empty and yet impossibly full at the same time.
Rodrak rolled to the side, gathering you against his scaled body. One large hand came to rest possessively on your swollen belly. You were too overwhelmed to fight him.
“The clutch is seeded,” he rumbled, his purr a vibration against your back. “They will incubate. You will nourish them. In time, they will hatch.”
You should have been revolted.
You should have been planning your escape.
But a deep, primal lethargy had taken hold. Your body hummed with the aftermath of the most shocking experience of your life. The fear was gone, burned away. In its place was a hollowed-out awe, and dawning curiosity.
“How… how long?” you heard yourself whisper.
“Several of your cycles,” he said. “You will stay here. With me. I will hunt for you. I will keep you warm.” His tongue swiped over the mark his teeth had left on your shoulder. “You did well, my mate. Your fear was strong, but your breeding heat was stronger. You took my entire clutch. I am… pleased.”
The word ‘pleased’ should have meant nothing. But a strange, warm flush spread through your chest. You looked down at his large, dark hand splayed across your belly, over the eggs he had planted inside you. Your mind was a storm of conflict, but your body… your body felt settled. Complete.
You shifted, wincing at the ache between your legs and the heavy movement within you. You turned your head to look up at his draconic face. The luminous gold eyes watched you, waiting.
“Will it… will it feel like that again? When they hatch?”
Rodrak’s eyes gleamed with a fierce, possessive joy. He nuzzled the top of your head, his purr deepening. “No, little mate. That was the breeding. The hatching is different. But do not worry.” He tightened his arm around you, pulling you closer into his heat. “I will be here for that, as well. Every step. You are mine now. My nest. My queen.”
Synopsis: A Sugar Daddy! Dragon has been distraught ever since you stopped needing his services; however, he has no intention of letting his favorite sugar baby get away.
It was only an hour ago when your family and friends saw you in this dress; lace around your wrists and shoulders, elegant and refined in a timeless silhouette. It was unbelievably beautiful-- even if that part was hard to admit to yourself.
The worst of it was how easily he tore it to shreds, caring naught of the thousands he spent on it, the irreplaceable jewels bedazzled upon your stockings and garter, the hours of work your now ruined makeup took.
It was gut instinct when he finally got you to himself, when his hot tongue pressed firm against your entrance for the umpteenth time, groaning deliciously at the taste of arousal flooding to his tastebuds. His horns had gotten stuck in the dress frills at first, a nuisance that left the only option to be to tear it off of you.
Your knees had grown tired, but that’s alright-- it took him no extra strain to press your thighs up to your chest, to spread your folds and feel you squirm against his clawed grip.
It had been an ambush-- the wedding, the ceremony, the fineries. It was all happening before you realized who had set this all up, a ring slipped on your finger and your family and friends clapping with tears in their eyes. How had they known, and not you? Shouldn’t you remember organizing your own wedding, the hours you spent in makeup and getting dressed?
One minute you were getting up to go to work (the first ‘real’ job you’ve had in months), and the next you were being fed sweets, a scaled hand in yours as he helped you cut the large, blindingly white cake.
Cake you could taste on his tongue, along with yourself now that he rose to kiss you, bringing you to another disorienting orgasm as tears fell from your eyes. They weren’t from fear-- this position wasn’t foreign to you. But tears of confusion, of being so overwhelmed by the huge, blistering cock that now nuzzled your entrance, begging to be let in, to let you feel his ridges that no other cock you’ve felt has had before.
“I hope you enjoyed the ceremony,” He huffs, searing breath coming from him as he pants above you, flushed and nearly on fire. “I wanted it to be something you could look back on--fondly--ngh.”
Gold littered your body, large chains laid over your wrists, necklaces of lapis and emerald, diamond and sapphires in different cuts crowding your body. The chest full of golden chains and bracelets was ancient, a part of his ancestor’s hoard-- He adorned you with it as a wedding gift, an eternity of jewelry that stated one thing.
You were his, as he was yours.
His cock pushes in, the dragon furrowing his brow as you begin to stretch around him; your cunt remembers the shape of him, betraying you as it locks him in, pulling him deeper inside you. Your throat begs to release a moan, a sigh of relief as it treats your body so sweetly.
“Fuck, you’re soaking…. It hasn’t even been that long, and already I’d forgotten how good your pussy feels.”
The dragon grunts, pulling to the hilt inside of you. He watched with a gaping mouth as you arch your back at the sudden fullness. It wasn’t painful anymore after endless nights in his bed; it was where you earned your next paycheck, where you acted like a spoiled plaything because he let you-- throwing money at anything that tried to take you away.
No, it wasn’t painful-- only breathtakingly thick. It still knocked the wind out of you, the sudden spurt of hot cum gushing inside without warning.
He shuddered, your husband moaning out your name as he rutted through his orgasm, merely pushed over the edge after feeling you clench around him, milking him for all he’d pent up.
“T’s not real…” You murmur, in disbelief as the warmth in your belly spreads, dripping from you as he stays stuffed inside. You try to lean up, held down by the heavy weight of the jewels bruising your body, the cold delicacies giving you goosebumps.
“Must I get our marriage certificate to prove it to you?” He whines, more out of the sensation of your cunt shuttering at his readjustment. “Maybe once I’ve bred you, you’ll believe it… unfortunately, I don’t think I'll be able to stop once I’ve started--!”
He juts forward, thrusting inside you as you gasp, grasping at the sheets as each snap of his hips shakes the mattress.
“A few kids inside of you… and then our grandchildren…” He grins at the thought, caressing your perspirating, warm cheek. With each word he pushes deeper, creating a bulge in your belly that leaves you breathless. “You cumming on my cock each night…no need for-- ‘transactions' anymore. Isn’t that right?”
“Kidnapped-- me!” You suck in a deep breath, gripping the pillow behind you to steady yourself as his scales rub against your skin.
The dragon chuckles, pulling your legs to lock around him.
“What a silly word; how can a husband kidnap his wife? A wife who’s busy moaning, drooling as her husband fucks her?”
As if to prove his point, a moan escapes your lips at the bruising of your g-spot, flaming tongue licking up your neck.
“I only want what’s best for you-- my love. This is it; aren’t you happy?” He quickens his pace, locking you in a mating press as the flared tip of his cock rubs in a flurry of friction against your walls. You can’t hold back the desperate, crude noises leaving your mouth, rising as he hits the spot he knows will make you cum. “Don’t you love me?” He begs, continuing to fuck through his own orgasm that burns your insides, wet and vulgar as cum drips to your bed, sounds reverberating in your honeymoon suite.
He takes your shaking, your sweat-slicked forehead and hoarse mewl as a yes, catching your open mouth in a flaming kiss.
Knight who storms up the princess's tower and pleasantly discovers that the dragon leaves her alone during the day. She's so grateful that she can't keep her hands off him and they end up in her shrouded bed. Her nails are kinda long and leave grooves in his skin and her tounge pushes deep into his mouth and her body is warm, too warm and it grows big and scaly as she rides on top of him. Her ovipositor slides out from between her legs and she wraps her tail around his leg as she starts pumping into him. She's far too heavy to shove off and seems to get off on his attempts to try, trilling with pleasure. A slick round egg forces itself into his cervix and when he cries out, another one follows with each rhythmic thrust into him. The knight can only watch as the dragon deposits her clutch into him and pray his body can stretch to hold it all.
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.
