damsel feigning distress - princess!asmo x dragon!reader
MINORS DNI
⋆⋆⋆ when vital alliances are compromised by desires to wed princess asmo, it is decided that he will be locked in a tower, which is guarded by a ruthless dragon. the one that possesses the skills to rescue him will be seen as the fair and worthy groom. little did they know, this arrangement turns out to be a very entertaining game for asmo and his newfound dragon lover.
tags: dom top amab dragon!reader, monsterfucking, mentions and brief descriptions of murder, size kink, minor shibari/bondage, one mention of double penetration and fisting, dash of objectification
Sword clatters to the floor as the gasping knight takes in the heavenly sight before him. A blanket of golden light lays delicately over the long sought princess that remains in peaceful slumber, his face serene and even more beautiful than any oral accounts. This may be a mission to secure Princess Asmo for his king, but the knight can’t help but be drawn to the bedside, thumb stroking the soft skin of his cheek. Mind fogged with adrenaline and desire, the knight can’t help but take advantage of this moment before the rest of the knights taking care of the dragon join him. He removes his helmet and lowers his head to press his lips against those of the princess that has still not stirred. Kiss slow but forceful, he soon feels a gasp beneath him. Dazed sunset eyes meet his.
“Someone came for me” his voice is soft and fragile, and the knight can only nod humbly in response. “I’m so happy. I never thought this day would come.” tears quickly gather at the corner of his eyes. “How could I ever repay your bravery?”
“I have an idea” an unfamiliar booming voice answers for him. The poor knight doesn’t even have the time to fully process his terror before large hands cup the sides of his head, an echoing sharp snap following a violent twist.
A high pitched whine escapes the lips of the princess, watery eyes now replaced with a small pout. “You could have let me have a little more fun with him.” Asmo complains. “I’ve been practicing expressions sure to inspire a final act of foolish bravery in the face of a losing battle.” You let out a low chuckle at his antics, stepping over the knight’s limp body.
“That man left his comrades to die at my hands so he could claim the glory of obtaining you for himself. Such a man doesn’t possess a brave bone in his worthless body.” Taloned hand removes the plush blanket from Asmo’s body, your eyes hungrily taking in the sight that awaits. “Besides, this sight is for me alone”
Asmo shudders as you trail a single claw down his body, the point of it grazing his skin and skipping over the ropes that are intricately knotted and crisscrossed over his torso. The only bits that are actually binding are the ones connecting his wrists in front of him.
“You’ve been such a good boy for me today acting like the hostage you’re supposed to be. My perfect princess…” you teasingly trace the rope along his pelvis, watching his cock twitch under the thin veil of his white lace panties. “You deserve a reward”
He moans at your words, eyes practically begging for your touch as he turns himself on his side. The bed creaks as you lay beside him, large hand easily spanning his stomach. When you pull him flush up against you he immediately begins to grind on your hardening length like the needy pet he his. Your erection rubs against his ass and up half his back, a reminder of how big you are, which causes him to whimper. Adjusting your position, you guide your cock to the space between his thighs, yearning to feel his soft skin around you.
As you push your hips forward, your shaft rubs against Asmo’s balls, and the friction elicits a loud moan from the sensitive princess who throws his head back into your chest. He squeezes his thighs together in pleasure causing you to hiss as you continue to push your cock through. With hands still bound in front of him, Asmo eagerly strokes the part of your cock he can touch babbling about how he loves every inch of it. He whines about how desperately he wishes he could just feel every inch of it inside him.
“Mmmm” you grunt continuing to fuck his thighs. “That’s why you stay here, isn’t it? There’s no way any of those royal human weaklings would be able to satisfy you. Your body would just writhe pathetically, desperately seeking pleasure as they fucked you with their puny cocks. You’d only be able to get off by stroking yourself to thoughts of me I wager.”
“I’d always think of you…” Asmo gasps between his moans. “…would feel so empty…”
“Maybe I should let you go. See just how desperate you get for me after trying to mimic the pleasure my cock gives you. Maybe you’ll try taking multiple human dicks at once or perhaps a king’s fist” Images flit through your mind only making you more ravenous. Your words must have a similar effect on Asmo because his grip tightens around you and when you return him to his back, his panties are damp with cum leaking out over his skin.
Despite already cumming, he’s still eager for you, eyes lighting up when you pick his hips up off the bed to align your tip with his entrance. Wrapped up so beautifully in ropes and feeling so light in your hands, he’s like your little doll. And you push your tip into him with little regard for how he adjusts to you. His screams are nothing compared to when he first began training to take you. You had molded him quite well. Not just in terms of taking your cock but also in terms of his bloodlust.
With pride you think about how your pretty little princess fantasized about killing just as much as fucking. You think about the first time he begged you to let him do the killing. And it was a prince too. You and asmo had allowed him to think he was successful in rescuing the helpless princess only to have that same princess slit his throat right before mounting his horse. He was desperate for you that night, letting you fuck him with blood still splattered across his face.
It’s that memory that coaxes you to orgasm now, spilling into Asmo even without half your dick in him. Ever insatiable he begs you for more, and you gladly oblige. You’d do anything for your perfect princess. Your damsel feigning distress.
