Anya and Irith
Ship: Anya x Irith (f!werewolf x tf!dragon) Tags: oral, double penetration, tgirl dick, breeding, heats Desc: Irith (t!fem dragon) a young dragon seeking to kidnap her first human as part of some draconic coming-of-age/mating tradition picks up a village girl. When she takes her back to her lair, however, she realizes she may have bit off more than she can chew. You see, that human girl, Anya, was a werewolf on her way out of the village as her heat was coming on. Dragons have excellent senses of smell so when Anya turns, Irith forgets all about using a pretty human to woo a dragon mate and instead decides the werewolf will do just fine. Comm from @thesanguinepaladin
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Anya shrugged on her cloak in the early morning hours, when the sky was still dark and only the farmer was beginning to wake. Her skin itched, a warm sensation running like a current just underneath— she knew well enough what it was. Most months of the year she could take care to control herself, to keep the wolf locked inside, but on occasion it grew too strong and lusty to be contained. This year the heat came upon her in early Spring.
When the woman stepped outside, her breath fogged. The cold was a good shock to the warmth inside her, but it wouldn't keep it at bay long. She would take the path out of the village and spend the next week in the wilds, eating and running like a beast until she regained her senses. She’d let slip to her neighbor the day before a fib about going to visit her sickly grandmother over the mountain. That little white lie would keep the rest of the villagers uncurious as to her whereabouts.
Anya started on her way, down the winding path along the empty fields, the soil turned for planting in the next few days. She kept her tail tucked under her skirt, twitching as she walked. The itching warmth in her gut was nauseating; she found herself grateful humans didn't have the nose to smell her.
A shadow passed over her and Anya looked to the sky just in time to see the dragon descending on her, claws open.
Irith began her morning with The Hunt. This wasn't a search for food, though. Irith was a young dragon who had just come of age and sought out her own territory. She picked a lovely cave on a mountain overlooking a valley and woods. Now, it was time for her to find a human maiden to attract herself a draconic mate. The Hunt was about this search for a human, proof that Irith would be a good mate who could take and hold a mortal effectively. It was a show of many skills: the first was that she could face off against humans without harm, the second was that she could care for something as fragile as an egg, and the third was that she had good taste. If she was to share a hoard with her future lover, she needed to prove they shared similar tastes. A cute human would do the trick.
Irith was in luck. She hadn't traveled far when she spotted a young woman on her way out of the village. The human was caught between two empty fields with nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, and no other humans around to be seen. The dragon nosedived down, opening her wings just as her talons wrapped gently around the mortal, then beat her wings hard and rose back up into the sky.
The human in her grip screamed as they surged forward. Irith had never held a human before, so it was surprising to see just how much fight the little thing kicked up. She felt sharp little jabs on her scales as the mortal thrashed about. What was even stranger was how the human seemed to grow larger and heavier as she flew on.
She glided down into her cave, glad to finally drop the squirming, violent human. When she turned, she was surprised to see not a mortal girl but a large, bipedal canine. The beast snarled, shaking off scraps of fabric. She had the same flame orange hair as the mortal girl, and Irith put two and two together. That girl had been no mere human, but rather a werewolf!
The initial shock waned quickly though, as Irith caught the wolf's scent. It was a sweet, intoxicating musk that pushed out any fanciful ideas of a pretty dragon mate. Irith stepped closer to the smell, ignoring how the wolf's fur fluffed up as she growled. Tail up, mouth watering… Irith could tell the beast was in heat. The smell of her filled the dragon's head with thoughts of rutting and egg-filled bellies.
Anya snapped and snarled, backed against the cave wall by the large, silver drake. What sour luck! Few things could threaten the life of a full-grown werewolf in heat, and a dragon was one of them. As the dragon lowered its head to her, Anya lashed out, swiping at its nose with her claw. It didn't break the scales, but the dragon did give pause at the hit.
Anya caught a glimpse of the exit just past the beast and decided to make a run for it. She dove under the monster, darting for the daylight.
-And was promptly stopped short as the dragon's tail wrapped around her, pushing her back against the wall. Anya let out a whine, the physical touch sending a wave of hot tremors through her body in a way she hadn't expected. The dragon lowered its head towards her again. Anya could have sworn she was done for, but the beast didn't bite. Instead, it pressed its smokey snout into Anya's belly fur, nuzzling and snuffling. Heat rose in the wolf again, and Anya made another lustful whine, squirming as her tail rose in anticipation. Was the dragon interested in another sort of meal, perhaps?
Anya wanted to cry out for the beast to stop, but the growing warmth felt too good to ignore. The dragon continued to sniff about, making sure to check every nook and cranny of Anya's body as she wiggled and whimpered. Anya gave one last light-hearted snap at the dragon before she rolled belly down and raised her hips.
The dragon's sniffing made its way to the source of her heat between her legs, gently nudging her now damp and puffy cunt. Anya felt the beast's snout press on her, followed by the overwhelming heat of its tongue. The long, red serpentine tongue slid between her folds, slathering it in the dragon's saliva. It made Anya tingle, mind buzzing. She let out a groan of approval, urging the dragon on.
The beast took the invitation without hesitation, pressing its tongue deep in Anya's hole. It was tight from disuse and the intrusion startled a sharp whine from her. She squirmed her hips as the dragon's tongue slid along her inner walls, twisting and twirling to take in the taste of her slick. Anya pressed her snout into the cool stone floor, panting with her tongue rolled out as the beast ate her out.
The dragon's tongue pushed against a particularly sensitive spot, sending a jolt through Anya. She yelped, twitching as her tail wagged. The beast took note and toyed with it. The hot dragon tongue rolled over the spot again and again until Anya howled in ecstasy, body shaking violently as she came.
Irith removed her tongue from the pretty orange pup, watching her slump onto the cave floor in a puddle of heat. The wolf whined and twitched between her moments of limpness, leaving Irith wanting her even more. The dragon moved over her, two red cocks slipping from her slit to rub against the now damp orange fur. She listened as the wolf whined beneath her, almost like she was begging. The sound was as music to Irith's ears.
She pulled her hips further back as hot precum spread on that lovely, soft fur. The tip of her lower cock caught on the wolf's now very messy cunt. Irith pressed inside, spreading the wolf open as Irith's upper cock rubbed over the top of her rear. Irith gave a low growl, feeling the wet warmth wrap around her member, squeezing more precum out of her. Slowly, inch by inch, she slid as deep as she could, disappointed to find the wolf couldn't quite take all of her.
Then she pulled back out, letting her upper cock catch on the wolf's less used hole. This time, as she pressed both in, completely filling the wolf, her new mate whined. Irith was pleased to hear there was pleasure in it. Irith sank deeper and deeper, going as far as she could before pulling back out until just her tip remained. She maintained these slow, easy thrusts as her wolf whined and groaned and twitched. Each time she pulled out, her wolf whimpered at the loss, making Irith want to keep her filled and happy once more.
Once the wolf could take her length with ease, Irith upped the pace, unable to hold back much longer. Each thrust caused her wolf to squeeze down around her cocks, prompting Irith to groan and growl in pleasure. Her hips drew back just to slam back inside. Each impact brought with it a fresh, hot musk heat . Irith loved that smell. She ducked her head down, nuzzling her werewolf to get a better sniff. It was rich and sweet and absolutely dreamy. She didn't think a dragon could ever compare.
She slid her tongue out, pressing it inside the werewolf's open maw to get a taste as she continued to fuck into her. Her tongue slipped right past those sharp canine teeth to twist up the wolf's flare tongue before sliding down her throat, happy with another hole to fuck and fill.
Anya's whimpers and moans were stifled by the seething hot dragon tongue filling her throat. She could barely move, not that she wanted to. Every second was filled with excruciating pleasure as the dragon's cocks spread her open and filled her up. Everything was so blindingly hot now. All she could think about was how badly she wanted to chase the pleasure. She was desperate for the dragon to hurry up and cum. She wanted it to fill her with its molten seed. The thought of that was enough to drive her mad.
She caught a glimpse of the exit from the corner of her eye, totally uninterested in leaving now. The sun had completely risen— how long had the beast been fucking her? She could have sworn she had cum at least twice by now onthe two engorged dicks. Then again, it didn't matter, did it? She would be content to cum another five, six, even seven times if she could stay speared on the dragon's cocks like this some more. The only thing she would change was the dragon not yet cumming.
Her wishing paid off, though. She felt the beast bulge inside her, pushing on her walls. Anya had never considered whether dragons might knot like wolves, but she was certainly glad they did. The two bulges pressed against each other, the dragon's ruts growing short but speeding up until they slammed as far as they could inside Anya's overstimulated holes, gushing that unbearably hot dragon seed inside her.
Anya could feel it push its way into her womb, filling it past the brink so it overflowed with nowhere to go. The knots locked it in, leaving Anya so stuffed her belly ached. She howled, the pleasure wiping her brain clean in that moment. She felt indistinguishable from the beast.
The cum didn't stop for a while, leaving Anya locked on the two knotted dicks of the dragon. She was left limp and utterly happy, blissed out from the thorough fucking she just recieved. This wasn't a bad way to spend her heat.
The dragon removed its tongue from her mouth first, licking over the fur on her head and neck. It was a pleasant and simple affection. Anya could have fallen asleep to it. But alas, the beast's knots died down and she slid off onto the hard floor first. Her holes gushed with the dragon's spend. Anya whined again. The ache in her belly may have been relieved but she felt so much more empty like this. Maybe… maybe after a short nap, she would present for the dragon and get filled again.
Irith tilted her head at the cum covered werewolf, watching as her body warped and shrank back into a human. She seemed so much smaller now, so fragile and cold. The dragon reached down, carefully gathering her new mate in her claws. She carried her to the nest in the back of the cave and settled around her. When the werewolf woke, Irith would ask her name. For now, she would let her sleep in peace.
