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?
– Ugh, I'm being held down by people in white coats, but... I can handle it!💚
I know this isn't my best work, because I overdid it... way too much. Mmm, but maybe someone will like it..
— OKAY THAT WAS RAGEBYTE I LOVE THIS SMART GUY WITH GLASSES WALLPAPER DOWNLOAD!!!🔥🔥🔥
(Oh, I also really want to create an oc for this game, but I have no ideas, considering that I have already tried absolutely everything, and I am at the stage of choosing the best concept..? bruh)
imagine you went to a corn maze near dusk, got lost, then this guy pokes his long ass neck out of nowhere and gives you a big slobbery kiss before melding seamlessly back into the corn.
what would you do.
(a bit more info and the unrendered version, since my halftones may make the top one hard to read)
lil snippet--
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this guy is a local legend in the area he usually inhabits.
the touristy pumpkin patch outside of town has a corn maze about a mile from the main farm, and you can take a hayride out there. the friendly old man driving the tractor drops visitors off at the entrance to the maze, promising to be back in an hour. he leaves you with a seemingly ordinary warning; don't dilly-dally, get through as quick as you can.
it'll take you longer than you think.
with those words on your mind, you go into the maze with your friends, stepping across crushed corn stalks and joking around. for about thirty minutes it goes on like this, and your group seems to be making good progress. the sun is still bright; you keep your head down to watch for cracks in the ground so you don't trip, only glancing up to keep pace with the group.
after a while, you look up, about to laugh at someone's joke, only...
wait. since when were you leading the way? you turn quickly, out of habit, just to check–
where...where is everyone? they're gone. they were just in front of you, there's no way they could've gotten behind you and fallen behind in only a few seconds. you try calling for them. each friends name rings out into the wind, carried away with no response.
oh god. oh no.
you do your best not to panic. maybe, maybe you could call them? wait, no, the cell service out here is nonexistent. they couldn't have gotten far, could they? you go still, straining your ears for the sound of their voices.
....
...nothing but the wind, rustling through the dried leaves of the hundreds of corn stalks surrounding you.
well. time to find a way out and hope your friends are waiting for you at the exit. you start to walk, thinking about that old peice of advice about mazes; always keep right, and eventually you'll get out.
you follow the twists and turns of the maze. time passes, the sun begins to sink and the colors of dusk bleed into the sky. as you walk, you think.
you remember a corkboard on the wall of the pumpkin patch gift shop, strung with photos, usually of the corn field or shadows around trees or buildings. this area has a few local legends (cryptids, you think), and one of them supposedly resides here. one photo of corn field's edge stood out at the time. too dark to make out much, but the eye was unmistakable. a dicernable pupil, a hard box of light shining into it from the camera flash. the words "it's right there," along with the arrow written in smudged blue pen.
it looked like it was taken at around dusk.
it's unfortunate that you're remembering this now, as the sun is going down and the maze is getting even quieter, somehow. you feel very cold all of a sudden.
is it just you, or is the sound of the wind in the leaves getting closer? the wind hasn't actually picked up, has it–?
you turn slightly. freeze.
out of the corner of your eye, you catch it.
light glinting in a way it logically shouldn't, in between the corn stalks. an eye.
looking right at you.
you turn quickly on instinct, not wanting to leave your back exposed. that can't be real, it just can't. whatever it is, it can't be what your tired, terrified brain knows intrinsically it is.
the monster from the photo.
deep in your heart, you know that it's the one responsible for your separation from your friends. it...it bent reality in some sort of way, or manipulated you. it's why you're lost, and it seems like it'll be why you never get out of here.
you're frozen. you can't help it. what can you do? what're you supposed to do? this thing has been toying with you for what feels like hours, following your every move.
you don't move a muscle. the monster, whatever it is, starts to emerge from the corn. its long, almost crocodilian snout comes closer, revealing a horribly long neck and limp black hair.
its terrifying in a way you can't really describe; like something from a fever dream. its eyes sunk into the hollows of its sockets, skull-like. the teeth growing outside on its lip seal the look.
as it gets closer, you notice its hand emerging as well. lithe fingers tipped in sharp black claws, attached at a knobbly wrist to a forearm that's just skin and bone. it reaches for you.
you close your eyes a moment. you don't want to see it before it grabs you, or slashes at you, or, or drags you into oblivion–
you blink.
it's holding your face. rather gently, you note. a dry forefinger rests under your chin.
you blink harder and suddenly its dry, chapped, yet weirdly soft lips are on yours. your eyes fly wide, and your body shakes.
its....its kissing you.
its kissing you??
you still can't move. your hands shake but you can only barely raise them to...what? push it away?
its lips open up just a bit, and then its tongue slithers out and caresses your cheek.
your brain has stopped functioning. why. why is it licking you oh my god oh my GOD what the fuck–
your hindbrain is screaming at you to STOP THIS RIGHT NOW but you just. can't. move.
luckily the monster seems satisfied after a solid thirty seconds of making out, and it begins to pull away. still frozen, you can only watch as it slips back into the corn. its hand lingers under your chin for a moment longer, its claw delicately scraping your throat. its eyes remain on you, shining in an unearthly way, intense in their contact with yours.
you feel like its telling you something. "call me," maybe, or some other flirtatious dig. jackass.
and then its gone. your breath is shaky and so are your legs. at your trembling release of breath, the wind picks up a bit, the shaking leaves clattering together reminiscent of a husky laugh. seems your "gentleman caller" finds your vulnerable state a trite amusing.
you get the feeling this may not be the last time you see it.
ok. heavy sigh. time to leave.
you turn back the way you came, and in no time at all, you've found the exit. like you were only a few turns away from it this whole time.
you clench your fists. seems the corn field monster has a sense of humor.
your friends are waiting for you, and they seem nonchalant about being transfered through time and space. suspiciously so.
you're not sure how much power the monster has, but altering perception of time and memories is a scary one. they don't recall ever leaving you, and remark on how easy the maze became after a while. they're surprised you managed to get lost in the first place.
you decide against mentioning your brief liaison with a local urban legend.
you'll never look at a corn field the same way again.
imagine you went to a corn maze near dusk, got lost, then this guy pokes his long ass neck out of nowhere and gives you a big slobbery kiss before melding seamlessly back into the corn.
what would you do.
(a bit more info and the unrendered version, since my halftones may make the top one hard to read)
lil snippet--
--------
this guy is a local legend in the area he usually inhabits.
the touristy pumpkin patch outside of town has a corn maze about a mile from the main farm, and you can take a hayride out there. the friendly old man driving the tractor drops visitors off at the entrance to the maze, promising to be back in an hour. he leaves you with a seemingly ordinary warning; don't dilly-dally, get through as quick as you can.
it'll take you longer than you think.
with those words on your mind, you go into the maze with your friends, stepping across crushed corn stalks and joking around. for about thirty minutes it goes on like this, and your group seems to be making good progress. the sun is still bright; you keep your head down to watch for cracks in the ground so you don't trip, only glancing up to keep pace with the group.
after a while, you look up, about to laugh at someone's joke, only...
wait. since when were you leading the way? you turn quickly, out of habit, just to check–
where...where is everyone? they're gone. they were just in front of you, there's no way they could've gotten behind you and fallen behind in only a few seconds. you try calling for them. each friends name rings out into the wind, carried away with no response.
oh god. oh no.
you do your best not to panic. maybe, maybe you could call them? wait, no, the cell service out here is nonexistent. they couldn't have gotten far, could they? you go still, straining your ears for the sound of their voices.
....
...nothing but the wind, rustling through the dried leaves of the hundreds of corn stalks surrounding you.
well. time to find a way out and hope your friends are waiting for you at the exit. you start to walk, thinking about that old peice of advice about mazes; always keep right, and eventually you'll get out.
you follow the twists and turns of the maze. time passes, the sun begins to sink and the colors of dusk bleed into the sky. as you walk, you think.
you remember a corkboard on the wall of the pumpkin patch gift shop, strung with photos, usually of the corn field or shadows around trees or buildings. this area has a few local legends (cryptids, you think), and one of them supposedly resides here. one photo of corn field's edge stood out at the time. too dark to make out much, but the eye was unmistakable. a dicernable pupil, a hard box of light shining into it from the camera flash. the words "it's right there," along with the arrow written in smudged blue pen.
it looked like it was taken at around dusk.
it's unfortunate that you're remembering this now, as the sun is going down and the maze is getting even quieter, somehow. you feel very cold all of a sudden.
is it just you, or is the sound of the wind in the leaves getting closer? the wind hasn't actually picked up, has it–?
you turn slightly. freeze.
out of the corner of your eye, you catch it.
light glinting in a way it logically shouldn't, in between the corn stalks. an eye.
looking right at you.
you turn quickly on instinct, not wanting to leave your back exposed. that can't be real, it just can't. whatever it is, it can't be what your tired, terrified brain knows intrinsically it is.
the monster from the photo.
deep in your heart, you know that it's the one responsible for your separation from your friends. it...it bent reality in some sort of way, or manipulated you. it's why you're lost, and it seems like it'll be why you never get out of here.
you're frozen. you can't help it. what can you do? what're you supposed to do? this thing has been toying with you for what feels like hours, following your every move.
you don't move a muscle. the monster, whatever it is, starts to emerge from the corn. its long, almost crocodilian snout comes closer, revealing a horribly long neck and limp black hair.
its terrifying in a way you can't really describe; like something from a fever dream. its eyes sunk into the hollows of its sockets, skull-like. the teeth growing outside on its lip seal the look.
as it gets closer, you notice its hand emerging as well. lithe fingers tipped in sharp black claws, attached at a knobbly wrist to a forearm that's just skin and bone. it reaches for you.
you close your eyes a moment. you don't want to see it before it grabs you, or slashes at you, or, or drags you into oblivion–
you blink.
it's holding your face. rather gently, you note. a dry forefinger rests under your chin.
you blink harder and suddenly its dry, chapped, yet weirdly soft lips are on yours. your eyes fly wide, and your body shakes.
its....its kissing you.
its kissing you??
you still can't move. your hands shake but you can only barely raise them to...what? push it away?
its lips open up just a bit, and then its tongue slithers out and caresses your cheek.
your brain has stopped functioning. why. why is it licking you oh my god oh my GOD what the fuck–
your hindbrain is screaming at you to STOP THIS RIGHT NOW but you just. can't. move.
luckily the monster seems satisfied after a solid thirty seconds of making out, and it begins to pull away. still frozen, you can only watch as it slips back into the corn. its hand lingers under your chin for a moment longer, its claw delicately scraping your throat. its eyes remain on you, shining in an unearthly way, intense in their contact with yours.
you feel like its telling you something. "call me," maybe, or some other flirtatious dig. jackass.
and then its gone. your breath is shaky and so are your legs. at your trembling release of breath, the wind picks up a bit, the shaking leaves clattering together reminiscent of a husky laugh. seems your "gentleman caller" finds your vulnerable state a trite amusing.
you get the feeling this may not be the last time you see it.
ok. heavy sigh. time to leave.
you turn back the way you came, and in no time at all, you've found the exit. like you were only a few turns away from it this whole time.
you clench your fists. seems the corn field monster has a sense of humor.
your friends are waiting for you, and they seem nonchalant about being transfered through time and space. suspiciously so.
you're not sure how much power the monster has, but altering perception of time and memories is a scary one. they don't recall ever leaving you, and remark on how easy the maze became after a while. they're surprised you managed to get lost in the first place.
you decide against mentioning your brief liaison with a local urban legend.
you'll never look at a corn field the same way again.
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