Page 45 of Bred By the Dragon

He also brought me... a present.

Most of the time we make love in the nest, down inside the mountain, and it’s here that Zak pulls out an unusual purchase: a series of small butt plugs.

“Both at the same time,” I murmur, taking them like a sacred object. He nods rapidly, showing all his fangs when he smiles.

“Both at the same time,” he agrees.

We experiment with them, one at a time, working me up from the smallest to the largest. Zakarion loves to bury one of his cocks in me, the plug worked into my ass while he fucks me, his big hands holding my belly.

At night, when my body starts to feel sore from lugging around a basketball-sized baby, we lie in the hot spring together, me sitting in his lap. He’s assured me that exposing our hatchling to high temperatures is not only good for a young dragon, but essential from time to time for healthy growth.

As we lie there together, his tail wraps around my ankle, and he lowers his head to breathe into my hair. We stay like that until I fall asleep, then Zakarion carries me back to our bed.

One night, after a relaxing hot spring session, I wake up to Zak looking down into my face. He quickly turns away, as if I’ve caught him sneaking a cookie.

“What is it?” I ask, patting his long snout to make sure he’s all right. He huffs.

“Just... watching you.” He strokes my side, down to my stomach, which has been growing faster now. Our latest ultrasounds show even more detail, from the longer neck to the curled-up wings. The doctor ensures me they won’t present a problem during birth, nestled inside its thick sac. It’s halfway between an egg and a placenta, he explained. I just shook my head in wonder.

“Are you watching me sleep?” I ask. “How romantic.”

Zakarion snorts, then leans down to kiss my lips, his big nostrils bumping my nose. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, tangling his claws in my hair as he slides his arm beneath my head. “That’s all that’s on my mind.”

“Not fucking me with both cocks at the same time?” I ask jokingly. But his expression is far more serious.

“That, too.” I notice that his slit has already opened, revealing the two treasures hiding inside. His tender grip on me turns into his claws dragging over my skin, leaving long lines behind. My body sags into his touch, hungry for the feel of him around me, inside me, consuming me. I could get lost in Zakarion easily, and I almost do as he runs his hand down my back, to the cleft of my ass. There, he pushes my cheeks apart.

“Are you ready for me?” he asks, running a knuckle down between them. “Do you think you can take both my cocks, little Sammy?”

I whimper at just the suggestion, my whole body still warm from the hot springs and getting warmer. “Yes,” I tell him, urgently pressing my bottom against his hand. “Please, I’m ready for you.”

“Get on your knees.”

Oh, I love when Zak tells me what to do. Obediently I crawl onto my hands and knees, raising my hips into the air for him. He sucks in a harsh breath as he looks down at me.

“Hell,” he mutters. “I’ve dreamed of this.” He lines himself up behind me, his tail lashing back and forth with anticipation and disrupting our nest of blankets. I’m surprised when I feel the sloped-up tip of his upper cock already slipping into my pussy.

“I need to get it wet first,” he says into my ear, pushing only a fraction of the way inside me, like he always does. I shudder at the suggestion as he tests my depths, inching in farther and farther with each gentle stroke. Soon I’m moaning into the pillows, pushing my hips back to try to take even more of him. He chides me.

“You’ll have it when I say so.” He pushes in deeper, claiming more of me, teasing me with his swell. My body is well-accustomed to his now, and it doesn’t take much for it to slip through. Zak can’t help a groan as he sinks all the way in, up to the narrow base of his cock.

Then, abruptly, he pulls it free, and I gasp at the sudden loss of him. I turn my head to object, only to find him fiddling with a bottle of lube to get the cap open.

It’s so adorable that I giggle as I reach out and pop the lid. Gratefully he takes it back and slathers his hand in it, which he then uses to stroke himself. When all of his rounded nubs are thoroughly glistening, he drags his cock up to the small, puckered hole we’ve been playing with so diligently. He tests it, just pressing in the flared head. Already I feel the bite, the stretch, the feeling that something foreign is invading. Like we practiced, though, I try to breathe deep and relax, letting myself open for him.

Even the biggest one of the plugs isn’t as broad as Zakarion is, and when he presses in farther, I let out a sharp cry. Immediately he reels back, but I grab his arm before he can get too far.

“It’s okay,” I say, panting. I close my eyes and take a few heavy breaths. “More lube. Try again.”

“If you’re certain,” he says, but obediently picks up the bottle, dribbles more lube over both of us, and positions himself once more.

It slides in even deeper, even easier this time, and he stops at the same place he did before.

“More,” I whimper, trying to slow my rapidly-beating heart. “Give me more, please!”

He groans, and pushes in further. Oh, it’s so much, so much I feel like I might burst open and maybe do some lower body functions that I shouldn’t, but it’s also so good. I buck underneath him, and he accidentally slips in deeper.

“Oh, hell, Sammy,” he mutters, pulling out ever-so-slowly and then thrusting back in again, to the same depth. “You feel amazing.”

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