Page 8 of Bred By the Dragon

Strangely, my dragon says nothing in response as he slides his claw down my cheek. It continues over my jaw, and along the exposed flesh of my throat. His breath hitches, and his eyes follow the path of his hand down my body as he reaches the curve of my breast. He doesn’t touch it, though—he simply stares, like he can’t believe what he sees.

“You’re beautiful.” His voice comes out a shallow whisper. “More beautiful than I could have imagined.”

Wow. I didn’t expect that. Now my face is getting hot for a completely different reason.

“May I touch you?” he asks abruptly, and I stare into his reptilian, yellow eyes.

“Oh. Um, sure.”

His lips peel back on his snout in a grin. His claw traces the curve of my breast, to my sternum, and then back again to my nipple. He circles it gently, before placing his whole hand around it.

I try to hold in a tiny moan at just this faint touch, because it feels utterly electric. The dragon’s eyes go even wider at this reaction.

That’s when I see it: down between his hind legs, along the cream-colored scales of his belly, something is... opening. It’s a long slit, and I can make out what looks like two objects hiding inside. I’m watching with unabashed interest as the two soft heads peek out, then grow, extruding farther and farther out from that slit.

“Oh,” I say in surprise. “That’s how those work.”

The dragon glances down, then tries to cover it with one of his big hands. “Yes,” he says shyly. “Not quite like a human.”

I shake my head, wishing that I could move my arms, that I could take his hand away in mine and really get a good look at him.

“They’re... nice,” I say finally, not sure how else to put it into words. “Can I see?”

The dragon’s mouth falls open, but then he snaps it shut and glances down as he pulls his clawed hand away. Two immense cocks now protrude from that pocket in his abdomen, and the shape of them—suddenly I understand why he feels the way he does inside me. His penises are certainly unusual, covered in small nubs, as I suspected. There’s no foreskin, just soft scales covering the surface, from the softly-pointed head to the thick swell, down to the slimmer section where his two cocks jut out from his body. One is directed more upward, the other downward, and below them, I can make out two lumps under his flesh that must be testicles.

“Wow,” I say, without realizing I’m even speaking. “So that’s what they look like.”

He tilts his head away and scratches his nose with his other claw. “Yes,” he says uncertainly. “I understand if it’s too strange for you.”

I squint at him. “Of course it’s strange. You’re a dragon.”

His lip quirks upward at the edge. “I am. And you are a human. A lovely human.” This time, he touches both of my breasts at the same time, and he peers down at them with lowered eyelids. “These are how you’ll feed my hatchling, aren’t they?”

I hadn’t thought much about that. If dragon babies drink milk, that is.

“I don’t know,” I say. That’s when I’m supposed to give the hatchling back to him. But I don’t want to ruin his little fantasy.

His smile widens as his claw circles my breast and then gently, sweeps over my nipple. I gasp. “Lovely. You’ll feed it well.”

Why is that so fucking hot?

Once he’s explored my breasts, his hands drift downward, over my belly to the curls between my legs. My thighs are already spread wide for him, but he doesn’t dip down right away. Instead, he tangles one of his claws in my hair.

“Human hair is so... cute,” he says quietly, studying me there.

Never thought I’d hear that one. But the longer he observes me, the hornier I’m getting. Slowly his hand continues downward, the scaled pad of his finger glancing over my clit. I tremble, and now he’s smiling so wide I can see all of his fangs. “You’re wet,” he observes, leaning closer to me so I can feel his hot breath spilling out his nostrils and onto my face. “Perfect for my cock.”

There he is. My dragon is back, now that we’re past the shock of the table, of seeing each other. When I glance down, I find dribbles of white pre-come sliding down both of his dicks, and I get even wetter.

His gaze follows mine downward, and then when we lock eyes again, there’s an expression on his face that, even though he’s a dragon, is very clearly a smirk. He reaches down with one of his big, clawed hands and wraps it around his upper cock. Then he strokes it, once, his fingers rolling over the nubs as he travels up and down.

Oh, how I can’t wait to have those inside me again. I feel like I must have just vibrated from head to toe, and somehow he felt it through the floor, because he takes a step towards me so his chest is right up against my face.

“It’s adjustable,” I say, nodding to the left, where they said the control was. Curious, he reaches over and pulls the lever, which tilts my table back.

“Whoa.” I wish for just a second I could move properly. But almost immediately, I realize why they do this for us.

The dragon puts two big, clawed hands on the table to either side of my face, then climbs up, his tail thrashing to keep balance and his wings flicking partially-open behind him. He blots out the fluorescent lights overhead as he clambers into the right position, his body on top of mine, his cocks now rather close to where the cushion is lifting my ass toward him. When I look up, he’s peering down his ridged snout at me, a hint of concern in his eyes.

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