Page 2 of Bred By the Dragon

“I suppose so,” I manage to say as he continues taunting me with his very bountiful cock. “Maybe it will work this—” Suddenly, he plunges in deeper, and I interrupt myself with a cry. “—this time.”

As I said, we’re on attempt number five. Sometimes it takes a little longer, the clinician assured me. I went through a rather excessive amount of testing before I was even considered for DreamTogether to make sure I had plenty of eggs and I could carry a healthy hybrid baby.

I’m “ripe,” as my dragon would say. Very much so.

“It will work,” he snarls, thrusting into me again, then withdrawing nearly all the way. “In this perfect, fertile womb? I’ll make sure of it.”

Now that I’ve softened up again after my orgasm, he pushes in farther, and my body welcomes him eagerly. The texture of his cock is unreal, and already I’m shivering again. I guess I am more sensitive than usual.

“Your cunt is heavenly,” he murmurs, giving a few more experimental pumps of his hips at this depth. I love when he uses words like cunt. I sag forward on the bench, and he lets out a guttural moan as he fills me even fuller, asking me to make room for him.

Between sessions at DreamTogether, I keep using my dilator to stay spread enough for him. I’m making good use of it now as he reaches that part of his cock—the swell that I can tell lies somewhere two-thirds of the way up. The shape of him is unusual in every way, and the number of times I’ve wished I could simply turn around and look at it...

Well, it’s a lot of times.

“Can you take me?” he asks, and it’s not in his dirty voice, but his genuine, curious voice.

“I think so,” I manage, right as he pulls out, dragging all those lovely nubs along the inside of me. I jolt, and then he reunites with me again, that gentle swell opening me even wider. “I want it.”

He grunts in understanding, and gently, works his cock in even farther. The immense stretch is consuming me, firing off one burst of sensation after another each time he strokes. I don’t know how he can possibly fit all that inside me, but then...

He does. After the swell, his cock narrows again, and that’s when his hips meet my thighs. I’ve taken as much as I possibly can, and my pussy desperately clenches, but there’s so much, almost too much.

Then he pulls out again, letting me recover for a moment before pressing in a second time. My body accepts it even easier, and he groans as more of his weight rests against mine.

My dragon is so huge that I can peer up and see the underside of his throat as his long neck extends out in front of us. If my arms weren’t strapped down to the bench, I would love to touch him, to feel his scales under my fingers as he does this. But I’ll have to be satisfied with what I have. We’ve already crossed a lot of lines by becoming as intimate as we have over the last five sessions. I don’t think we were intended to enjoy this as much as we do, for starters.

Except that our bodies fit together, well... perfectly. I’ve never had a lover like him, who cared so much for my pleasure, who read me as well as he does.

Now that he’s buried fully inside me, my dragon’s breaths speed up, and he starts thrusting faster. He grips the underside of the bench with his claws, clenching me against his body. He makes me feel so small underneath him, like without this bench he could crush me.

Each pump of his hips, each plunge of him inside me, is pulling louder and louder cries from my throat. I’m helpless as his lower cock rubs my clit, the nubs dragging across it with every single stroke.

Sometimes I wonder what would happen if he used both of them. But that, unfortunately, is not essential to what we’re doing here, so it’s never come up. Besides, it’s not like we spend that long chatting before he fucks me. We’re both much too eager for that—and DreamTogether is always listening. Exchanging anything too personal is against the rules.

Still, I bet it would feel great to take his two cocks at once. I’ve done a few adventurous things before, but never that.

“You like this, do you?” the dragon asks, which I know is a rhetorical question. Even the first time we had sex, he made me orgasm twice, which is pretty far beyond how most of my sexual interactions go.

“Yes,” I squeeze out between cries. “I love it.”

With a satisfied, approving groan, he sinks fully inside me again, and I revel in our togetherness. Damn. If I could have this every day, rather than once a month, I would be a happy, happy woman. But once we’ve succeeded, we won’t see each other again. I carry his hatchling for however many months it takes to gestate, and then I’ll give it back to him. After that, we have no further business.

This setup should be ideal for someone like me. I’ve always drifted from boyfriend to boyfriend, never truly connecting with any of them. It always felt like it was missing something, that deeper understanding I’ve always craved from a partner.

If there’s any situation in which there’s no deeper understanding or connection, it’s getting anonymously fucked by a monster.

“Oh, hell,” my dragon says suddenly, and he swells up inside me. “I’m sorry, I—” He buckles forward and moans as his cock gets fatter and thicker, pushing me even wider for him. He’s still thrusting, even as he jettisons one hot stream of come into me after another.

“K-keep g-g-going,” I cry out, so close to my peak that I could scream. I hear a determined grunt behind me, and with a massive, wet squelch he shoves his cock in again, and again, sending his rather gratuitous amount of come spurting out of me. It runs down my legs, dripping across the bench as he keeps pumping into me. He must be incredibly over-sensitive, because he utters helpless, desperate moans with every single stroke, trying to bring me there. I’m climbing higher and higher as those gorgeous nubs of his rub along my walls, as that swell slips in and out.

And then, I break. The wave that sweeps over me is huge, a shadow dwarfing me, crushing me into the earth. I can’t even scream because my voice is trapped, the sheer force of my orgasm making sound impossible.

“Mother of—” he mutters. “H-how do you... how do you feel so good?” His claws scratch the underside of the bench as he pumps once more, drawing my orgasm out even further while he roars above me.

Aand then, there’s a massive crack! Suddenly I’m pressed against a huge, warm body. My dragon shakes all over, his cock finally coming to a rest, fully encased in me.

“Please,” I gasp, because he’s holding me so tight, and the heavy bench is applying so much pressure to my stomach, that I’m struggling to breathe in air. “I can’t?—”

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