Page 19 of Bred By the Dragon

“Zakarion,” she gasps, clutching my arms tight in her fingers. Just the sound of her needy voice is driving me deeper, escalating the ripple of bliss running up and down my spine, all the way to the tip of my tail. I groan as she clenches me like a vise, and I don’t know how my swell will possibly fit inside her—but the more I fuck her, frantically burying my cock in her delectable cunt, the more of it squeezes through. Her moans rise higher and higher, until she’s crying out with every single pump of my hips.

“Open up for me,” I murmur to her, curling my claws even tighter in the cheap little lawn table. “Let my cock inside you.”

Sammy whimpers and spreads her legs wider, and I lean even closer to her, my hot breath blowing back some of her bouncy curls. This time, when I press into her, the swell of my lower cock slips through.

This time, she screams. I yank it out, then push in again, admiring her face as it contorts in pleasure. She reaches down between her legs and shoves my upper cock down, pressing it once more against her clit. The sensation of her cunt around one of my cocks and her hand on the other is almost too much for me to bear, and I groan as I pound into her over and over, trying to keep my own climax at bay.

But I don’t need to hold out for long. Suddenly, Sammy’s screams come to an abrupt halt, and her eyes fly wide, her mouth dropping open in a perfect circle. She clamps down around me so viciously that I can’t help it any longer.

I roar as my own peak strikes me, hurling me into the void. I thrust into her once, twice, three more times, and then I explode. My lower cock squirts one burst of seed into her after another, while my upper cock splashes up her belly and chest. Under my claws, the lawn table has sagged, conforming to my powerful grip. Sammy moans raggedly, her cunt fluttering and twitching around me as I finally come to a stop, both of us panting hard.

I’m surprised when her hands sweep up my shoulders to my neck, and there she curls them around me, bringing me closer to her. She leans upward, so our noses are almost touching, and closes her eyes to rub her face against my snout.

It’s so precious that I think I might melt into a puddle of dragon.

“Thank you,” she murmurs, shivering with each of her heavy breaths.

I shake my head. “I should be thanking you,” I say, reaching up with one claw to brush her hair back from her face. “You’re the one doing this with me. For me.”

She smiles and leans into it. “Well, someone has to make sure dragons don’t go extinct. I want to be a part of that.”

I sigh with post-coitus relaxation, and lean my forehead against hers. “You don’t have to do that. You have... a whole life outside of this.”

“I want to.” She shrugs. “DreamTogether was my plan. But I don’t want to get thrown at another monster. I want to see this thing through to the end with you.”

I don’t know what I did to deserve this woman’s loyalty, but I won’t squander it.

SAMMY

As promised, he did make me scream. I almost couldn’t stand how delicious he felt inside me, how thoroughly I wanted—needed—to be taken by him.

Gently, Zakarion pulls out of me, and his thick come gushes everywhere. I stumble away from the table, which is now completely bent.

“Wow,” I say, sweeping some of his fluid up in my fingers. “That was a lot.” I remember our cold, emotionless session at DreamTogether, when he summoned just a few drops. He clearly needs affection and connection to perform best.

Zakarion grunts as he finally releases the table and stands up, towering over me with his long neck. The slender tip of his tail wraps around my leg, and I don’t know if he does it consciously or not, but it’s adorable.

“You bring it out of me,” he says, glancing away as he scratches the ridges that run down his head and back.

I’m gratified that I can turn him on so much. It bodes well for our quest.

After going into the house to clean up and putting my clothes back on, I find Zakarion lying in the grass, soaking up the sun. He’s huge, his long neck extended and his tail curled around his body. He looks like an iguana stretched out on a branch.

One of his eyes cracks open as I sit down beside his head, and his big reptilian pupil widens as it takes me in.

“Though I prefer you without clothing, what you’ve chosen is lovely,” he says, languidly stretching.

I giggle. “Thanks. I don’t usually dress cute, because most of the time I’m getting dirty.”

“Dirty?” He quirks a brow. “Doing what?”

She gestures to her house. “Just keeping up with this old thing. There’s always some new crack to fix or rusty pipe to replace. You should see my collection of overalls.”

His smile pinches his eyes. “I’m positive that you would look cute even in dirty overalls.”

I can’t help but grin. My dragon sure is a sweet-talker.

“How long have you lived here?” he asks, examining the ancient swing set. “Do you... have children?”

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