Being friends with a naga who just loves to touch. They get so cold sometimes and you're so warm and right there. They bump shoulders with you, brush arms in passing, unthinkingly wind their tail through your legs when you're standing side by side. It's so easy too, because they have so much body to touch to yours, all that muscle that can so effortlessly wrap around you and pin you down, hold you up maybe, press you against themselves.
But you don't mention it, even when sometimes you think they might be a little too close, because that's just their nature, no? Touching you is like basking in the sun, they just crave warmth, for comfort. It means they feel safe around you, you should be grateful.
And when the touches become more daring, more invasive, you don't say anything. When they finally corner you, all alone, when they use their long, strong body to grip you like a giant's fist and rub their smooth belly against you, you can't say anything that would stop it from happening anyway. They'll drag you up and down their pelvis, snaking deft hands under your clothes, until you feel the cool air on your cunt. The barbed heads of their twin cocks will push from their slit and caress your thighs.
It's only a matter of time until they're pushing inside, wriggling in the tight, wet space that barely fits them both. You can cry, but it won't matter. The pain is part of the pleasure. Slick cocks pulsing inside of you, hot cum dribbling out of your stretched hole and leaking down your shaking legs. There wouldn't be a knot, but the serpent's body would be enough to keep you in place, burying the bulk of their seed deep through your cervix and spilling into your waiting womb. You'd feel the fight drain from your useless limbs, whimpering and teary-eyed. Their virile sperm would coat your twitching walls, thick and filling. They'd hold you forever still, delighting in your warmth, and you'd be helpless to it, pumped full and thoroughly bred.
The dark of early dawn smooths into the morning's first light, painting the sky a feverish blue, where only on the horizon is the pale orange of sunrise still visible. My jog tapers to a trot, until the pumping of my legs halts altogether, my hands leaning on my knees as I breath heavily. I wipe sweat from my brow, but I'm gross all over my body, skin slick and salty.
With my chest still heaving, I drop to the ground, sitting cross-legged and feeling the grass tickle the naked skin of my thighs and calves. I'm alone safe for the twittering of early waking birds, and the quiet is only a little disappointing. I ignore the perverted part of me that excites at how vulnerable I am, how there's no one to call for help for miles, how I really wouldn't struggle much if someone with less then charitable intentions were to find me.
I shake my head, dismissing the thought. I've been running this hiking trail for months and I can count on two hands the number of other people I've come across, not that we've ever talked. I reach one arm over my head, holding it in place with the other. I keep the pose for a good minute, and then move on to stretching the other. With each new pose, a sigh of relief breezes past my lips, resting my tense muscles. Crawling on my hands and knees, I inch into position until I'm on my toes with my ass in the air, head hanging down between my shoulders; downward dog. In the shadow of my body, I breathe a moment of peace. It's probably my favorite, making me feel so exposed, like I'm asking for it.
In my dreams on some nights, I hold this pose with the moon high, waiting for some monster to sniff me out and take my frail, human body as an open invitation.
But alas, it is only a dream.
Just as I'm about to relax from the pose, something slams hard against me from behind. The force wraps around my waist and hefts me a few feet into the air, high enough that for a brief moment of weightlessness I can see the spanning silhouette of massive leathery wings.
Just as short as I am suspended, I am let go, smacking into the ground. My breath is knocked out of my chest. I am dazed enough from the fall, but a body collapsing onto mine pins me down completely. The body is warm, with rough, scaly skin in places, naked too, if the unwanted prodding of a foreign appendage at my ass is any indication. A nose pokes at the back of my neck, huffing hot, labored breaths past sharp nipping teeth.
I have my guesses at what has me trapped but the headrush at the weight holding me down makes thinking hard. Strong, lean arms hug my waist against their crotch, hot precum wetting the material of my tight jogging shorts. The face nuzzling the back of my own greedily gulps mouthfuls of my smell. I must be utterly drenched in the sweet pheromones of my drying sweat and mounting arousal.
Dragon-kin are intelligent, humanly so, but still occasionally suffer from some animalistic urges; needs to mount and to breed and to mate. Probably in the peek of his rut, there would be no reasoning with this beast, whose clawed hands rove up and down my shivering chest and belly. I grasp at the loose earth, but it's useless. I've been caught, and all I can do is survive the inevitable breeding.
Dumb with rut, the dragon grinds against my shorts in a vain attempt to shove his cock up my cunt. One hand strays twitching fingers over my shirt, gliding further and further downward, until they find the band of my shorts, easily sliding under. The monster purrs in my ear at the discovery of my wet heat, eager fingers rubbing at my folds and flicking my clit. Their rumbling purr hitches when I let out a little pained noise, almost like a laugh.
With some rough maneuvering that presses my face into the dirt, he shuffles my shorts and underwear down my thighs. They restrict my legs further, if the beast's weight wasn't enough already. This is humiliating, shameful. It's so early in the morning, but just the thought, the chance, that someone might find me like this, has me suppressing a moan.
Two fingers shove into my cunt, setting a moderate pace that has my shoulders curling up toward my ears, making me keen. The sound only seems to spur the dragon on, the intruding fingers wriggling deep and enthusiastically massaging my walls. Soon enough, the hand retreats, grabbing my hip instead and smearing slick on my thigh as they prop me up, lining their rod up with my twitching hole. In one smooth motion, their weeping, flushed-cherry cock glides in from pointed tip to flaring, scaly base, slipping me forward on the grass. A startled yelp bullies past any weak and futile protests I might of thought to mouth off, not that they would have done anything. The immediate pace is agonizing; steady but deep, and the bumpy ridges trailing the underside of the dragon's cock drag on the lip of my sensitive hole with each delicious thrust.
My pussy drips with slick to accommodate the heavy pounding, the monster's balls slapping wetly against my clit. The wetness chills in the mild morning cold, but the warmth of the dragon's body is almost smothering, pinning my chest to the ground. My breathes are quick and punched-out.
His hold around my lower belly tightens, and without breaking pace, my hips are yanked around as he shifts his knees, draping himself over my arched back. I'm reminded of the downward dog, my ass more or less in the air as it is now, and I groan with want as fantasy melts into reality. The new angle sinks the dragon's cock even deeper into my cunt, and we both let out drawn, satisfied sounds of pleasure, their clawed hands digging into my flesh, but not enough to draw blood, as if the beast has some sense left.
I can feel them drooling down my neck, little drops running over my clavicle and down under my shirt. They continue to nip at whatever skin they can get their mouth on, great purring growls vibrating in their throat that I can feel resonating through my core. The noises quickly fall apart into pathetic whining as the dragon's even hammering devolves into frantic, jackrabbit thrusts, driving their cock in so hard and so desperately that we almost topple over.
Suddenly those sharp teeth bite into the sweaty skin between my neck and shoulder, a fire's heat in their mouth cauterizing the wound as it's made. As I shout in pain, they pop their searing knot past my hole, grinding nice and deep into the seat of my pussy. I fist at the earth in a fog, whimpering as all I can focus on is the pulsing between my legs and the thick, hot ropes of cum that fill my womb. There are overwhelmed tears in my shut-tight eyes, diluting into my sweat as they run down my red face.
Shaky, panting moans breathe muffled against my shoulder. The monster's hips grind shallowly into my heat, the throbbing of his cock beating in tandem with my heart. The purring returns as a nose lovingly nuzzles against the scarlet bite; a claim, their mark on me. A delirious part of my mushy brain wonders if it's permanent. My jumbled thoughts don't think that would be so bad.
We fall onto our sides in a heap, their body catching mine. The knot pulls with the movement and I whimper again. They hold me closer as if to shush me, their hand trailing down my front and rubbing my belly as they purr wantonly. Large wings curl around us both, their tail wrapped protectively around my leg. There is no escape, not until their knot goes down, and I can do nothing but come to terms with my fate, tucked into the dragon's arms and comfortably full with their seed.
a big, strong monster who can just lift me up and drop me down on their throbbing cock. i can't do anything as i'm held in the air and forced to take their gigantic girth. nowhere to go when gravity sinks their fat knot in my cunt and i'm filled to the brim with their seed. it's only over when they decide for me that it's over. i'm not going anywhere
