by Mark Desires
Time became distant, and a knot of pleasure built up with every stroke of his tongue. It was mortifying that he could make me feel this good with just his tongue. Imagining how it would feel to take his manhood inside of me next made my body loose and eager for it.
Once more he moved in response to the thoughts and desires. He rose on his knees and showed me his reddened cock in all its raw and primal glory. There was no way that would fit inside of me. He would split me in two if he tried.
“Hold on!” I covered my sopping wet haven with my hands and closed my legs. “It’s too big!”
He didn’t listen. His fingers pulled my legs apart and moved my hands. The head of his cock pressed against the entrance there, letting the lower lips wrap around it almost expectantly. Then he thrust his hips forward in a single, powerful motion.
“Ahhhh!” I screamed as he sank all the way in, forcing himself through the folds that had never been so deeply pierced. The pain was worse than anything I had experienced, bringing stinging tears to my eyes. It wasn’t a dream anymore, but a nightmare that I couldn’t pull myself out of.
He leaned forward until his head was above mine, uncaring or unaware of my pain as he began to thrust. His massive shaft slipped out with a wet sound that seemed to echo in the clearing, returning to the depths with a strained grunt and low exhale from his nose.
Breathing became easier over time. The pain slowly ebbed away with every thrust, melting as the folds made the shaft slicker with their sinful nectar. It was becoming tolerable, pleasant even. I shouldn’t be enjoying at all, but….
It was hot and hard, stirring me up with every pump. Every time the shaft grinded against the slick walls, they tried to clench and snuggle the heated rod. It was as if they yearned for him to never pull out.
The fiery-haired man moved his face closer, bringing his burning eyes forward as well. His breath was almost as hot as his cock was as it continued to pump away, and he pressed his lips to mine. It wasn’t enough he stole my virginity, but he stole my first kiss and the very breath in my lung. He was laying claim to everything I called my own.
Worse, my body began to submit and my hips moved on their own, trying to meet with his crotch partway. They connected with a jolt running up my spine, ecstasy surging through my body with the lewd sound of flesh-slapping-flesh. What was the point of resisting when it felt this good? In the end, I gave in and let him do what he wanted to savor his cock filling me.
The thrusts got harder and faster, the length jumping inside the tight haven that caressed every inch. My body knew what was happening. He was getting ready to explode inside me, getting ready to sow his seeds into my fertile and waiting womb.
While I should have been horrified, I couldn’t be more excited at the thought of having a child to call my own and alleviate the loneliness. And if it was the strong, chiseled, barbarous man who took me for himself and plied me until I submitted, I wouldn’t mind being made the one to bear his child.
“Do it,” I purred, bringing my hands to his back and running my nails against his heated flesh. “Give me a baby!”
He pressed my shoulders down onto the grass and leaned back. Putting all the inhuman strength he could into it, he threw his head back and roared, splitting the sky as liquid fire poured inside of me….
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I woke with a gasp in my cabin, covered in sweat and parched with thirst. Not the clearing, not beneath the burning gaze of the fiery man, and not being bred like a broodmare. It was just me, alone as always, inside my home. It was just a dream.
Even so, it was such vivid a dream that I could feel the phantom sensation of being split in two and then being filled with liquid fire even now. And it revealed exactly what I wanted—to be taken and made pregnant.
I wanted someone who would violate me until I screamed his name, and then sowing his seed inside of me. It was a lewd desire, but one that I could call my own….
Sadly, such a dream would only remain a dream.
Truth in Legends
I had been wondering what I would feed the dragon if it stayed.
The dragon fended for itself, taking care of my little problem with animals eating my herbs. Either they learned soon, or they suffered for it. It was convenient, if nothing else.
Silly as it was, I was happy to see it was recovering well. Or maybe it was just because it gave me something to talk to without the fear of reprisal. The dragon seemed to like me well enough that it let me touch it without any problems.
Before I knew it, six days had passed and the dragon had healed remarkably.
“Soon you’ll be ready to fly again,” I said. My hands ran along its snout and then patted the tip a few times. “I’ll be a bit lonely without you here, but I’ve gone years without company before.”
The dragon made a low grumble. It slightly craned its head and brushed the tip of its snout against my stomach. Given how big it was, it almost knocked me off my feet. Was it trying to comfort me?
“I’ll be fine,” I said. “Though, I keep having these dreams since you crashed into my garden. You wouldn’t happen to really be a red-headed king stuck in this form, would you?”
It made a snort and gargle before resting its head on the ground again and dozing off. Of course it wasn’t. I don’t know what I was thinking.
I went back to gathering herbs to make medicine and then headed home. It was when I was halfway there that I ran into trouble. Two men stepped out from behind the trees near my home.
The gleam in their eyes set off warning bells, if the swords in their hands didn’t give that much away. They didn’t look like villagers. “Can I help you two?”
“Look at what we have here,” the one on the right said, looking me up and down. He was the lankiest of the pair.
The right one didn’t bother with looking at anything other than my breasts. “She’s a fine one, isn’t she?”
This didn’t look good at all. I didn’t have a weapon on me and there was no way I was going to fight off two of them at once. The only thing I had was the reputation that I had been given as a witch who lived in the mountain.
And even then, I didn’t have any magic of my own. “These woods are mine. You shouldn’t be here.”
The lanky one chuckled. “We were just passing through when we saw this lovely cabin and thought that maybe the person living there would be so kind as to let us stay for the night? It tends to get rather chilly out here.”
“Sorry, but I’m not an inn.” I stepped back, keeping my eyes on the both of them. “You’ll have to find lodgings elsewhere.”
“Shame that,” he said. “Guess my partners and I will have to settle for something else to keep us warm for the night.”
No sooner than I caught on that there was more than these two, I was grabbed from behind and had my arms pinned to my side. A gag came over my mouth and my hands were bound in ropes tight enough that it bit into my skin. They dropped me down onto the ground once I was bound at my legs, now completely helpless and at their mercy.
“How much do you think we’ll get for her?” asked the newest one as he stepped over me and went back to the other two.
“At least ten gold at a glance….” The lanky one rubbed his chin. “She looks to be in good condition, but we’ll need to see how good under those clothes of hers.”
The fat one chuckled perversely and eyed me again. “I’ll do that.”
“Fine, but don’t you dare ruin the merchandise.” He turned around and headed towards my home. “We’ll go see if she has anything worth taking with us.”
The two of them disappeared behind the trees again, leaving me with a man who didn’t bother to hide that he was going to violate me. He strode over to me and grasped the collar of my gown. Then he pulled, tearing it in two all the way down to expose my body to his hungry eyes.
“You’ll make a fine whore indeed.” He licked his lips and reached down, guiding his fingers along my bare skin. The rough and
calloused tips left me cowering at how they sank below my stomach.
This was like the dream, only there was nothing arousing about it. These men weren’t like the regal barbarian who brought me pleasure in exchange for submission. They were only going to take everything they could from me and leave me broken.
There was nothing I could do. The ropes were too tight, and he was right on top of me. Was this going to be my life from now on? Violated and then sold as damaged goods. I closed my eyes and stinging tears welled up in expectation of the worst.
“What the—Stay back you beast!” I heard the fat man yell. “No, no, no! AHHHH—”
The scream died as abruptly as it began, and the sound of bones being crunched and wet meat being chewed filled the air. Footsteps crunching down on the twig-laden woodland floor told me where the other men were. They shouted something else and gained a bestial shriek in response. More bones breaking and meat being chewed followed.
It didn’t take a scholar to guess what happened. One dragon, three screams cut short. It made a meal out of them.
I didn’t know if I would be next. Maybe that was why I didn’t want to open my eyes. Or, maybe it was because I didn’t want see what was left of those men. They got what they deserved, but I didn’t want to see the cause of the scent filling the air.
A hot wind billowed through the trees, rustling the tattered remains of my gown and washing away the noxious scent. Then a pair of strong, rough hands started touching me along my arms, forcing me up. They held onto me even as I struggled, until the fingers reached the ropes binding my hand and pulled. They snapped and my arms were free.
I opened my eyes to see the man haunting my dreams now before me. His face was hidden behind his fiery mane, but I knew it was him. He pulled the ropes around my ankles apart next, freeing me. I slid up against a tree and used the remains of my outfit to cover myself before I thanked him. “Thank you so much.”
He nodded and then walked into the forest without looking back at me.
“Wait!” I called, rising onto my feet to chase after him. There was no reason for me to do so, but I got the feeling I wouldn’t see him again if he disappeared like this. That bothered me for reasons that seemed almost maddening.
I ended up following him all the way to my clearing, where he stood in waiting. I saw the scars that were healing, and the eyes that touched me down to my soul. Things clicked into place like magic.
I had been a fool not to have realized earlier, assuming that fairy tales were just those. “You’re the dragon, aren’t you?”
His flesh rippled and, for a moment, I saw the dragon’s silhouette overlapping his figure. The hot gale washed over me and then died. There was now the dragon I had grown fond of where there was once a man.
The tales were true then. It was hard to believe. I couldn’t find the words to express how it felt knowing that, but those emotions soured when he began to beat his wings to get airborne.
He was leaving me and the feeling from before surfaced vividly. If he left now, it would be the last time I would see him. That meant I would have to go back to the solitude of living alone in these woods, my dreams as barren as my life.
I grabbed onto his serpentine neck and held it dearly before he could leave. “Don’t go,” I begged him. “Please, I don’t want to be alone again!”
Whether it was out of kindness or pity from my plea, the dragon settled his wings. He took his human form, leaving me nestled against his broad and chiseled chest. Though he smelled of smoke and flames, and it felt like fire stirred just beneath his skin, I found it alluring all the same.
“I am grateful for your affection,” he said in a deep baritone. “But the curse is not completely broken. Even if I can take the form of a man again, I still have the dragon’s desires after so long. Do you really want to contend with that for the rest of your life?”
I brushed back my hair so that it was behind my ears and gave him my answer. “Yes.”
“Then I claim you as mine, here and now.” He wrapped his arms around me and then put me on my back, tearing the remains of my gown away in the process. Then he got between my legs and began to touch me. “Every inch of you belongs to me and no other.”
My body went stiff as his hands ran over my skin. His fingers were rough, but they were warm to the touch as they slowly made their way towards my breasts. Part of me was still wondering if this was really happening but, more than anything, it felt like dreams had become real.
In the end, I decided to submit to him and pushed my chest out for him to grasp. “Then take what’s yours, however you wish.”
“Well said, my queen.” He did so, wrapping his fingers around the pair and squeezing until the points stood on end.
“Ohhh….” My breath caught in my throat. His tongue felt as hot as it ran over my nipples, and the combination of the moist brush and fingers left me shuddering. It felt wonderful and left me wanting more. I rubbed my inner thigh against him, wordlessly urging him to tend to me there as well.
He moved from lapping at my nipples with his tongue to crashing his lips against mine in deep and forceful kiss. At the same time, he reached down between my legs with his rough fingers and began caressing them against my inner thighs.
Thinking became hard and meaningless as heat began to swell inside of me. His fingers found my clit, and the way he rolled it with his thumb left me at his mercy. I grew wet with need, and couldn’t help but want him to plunge his finger inside.
But he kept on circling it, teasing me relentlessly. Unable to take it anymore, I begged for it.
“Touch me inside,” I whispered, looking into his burning gaze with one of my own. “I want you inside of me.”
He plunged two fingers into the wet hole, sinking them all the way up to the knuckles with a lewd sound, and a gasp wrenched itself from between my clenched teeth when they moved. They only grew more and more vigorous in response to the lewd nectar drizzling down his hand from the wet slit. “Don’t hold back. Let me hear you cry out in rapture.”
I couldn’t tame my voice, even if he hadn’t given me the command. The throbbing mass of carnal pleasure that pooled in the bottom of my stomach exploded out. The ecstasy overtook me with its rapturous and maddening delight, rending my body from my control and overwhelming me.
“Your body is simply marvelous,” he said as he held me tight with his free hand, even when my legs thrashed against him and the inner walls tried to crush his fingers. There was a gleam in his eyes as he stared down at my orgasmic face, tongue lolling out and mouth gaping wide. He pulled the digits out when the orgasm began to fade and buried his face between my legs, lapping at the contracting walls with his tongue to drag it out further.
My mind would have broken if he didn’t stop when he did. The world seemed to be on fire and my flesh was sensitive enough that a breeze threatened to drive me towards another high. It seemed almost perfect, only there was one thing missing. I wanted to have his thick shaft splitting me apart until it reached my womb and sowed me with his hot seed. “Can I have your cock inside of me now?”
“You have to show me how much you want it first.” He rose to his feet and presented his hard, thick, reddened cock for me to get on my knees and suck. “Make it nice and wet, my queen.”
The thick shaft slid against my tongue as it disappeared into my mouth, filling it with the balmy warmth. It was tangy and strong. I bobbed my head back and forth until every inch was slathered in saliva to slip inside the tight hole. “Now please, give me your baby.”
“Gladly.” He obliged by grabbing and flipping me over until I was on my hands and knees. Then he crammed the thick and heated shaft into me. It sank deep, until it hit the entrance to my womb, and was as wonderful as it had been in the dream. “It’s very tight.”
“Yo-you’re my first….” I trembled, having almost climaxed from the insertion alone. “A-and it’s so big!”
“Bear with it until the end!” he commanded
as he thrust his hips deep and hard, driven by feral lust. His waist slapped against my rear cheeks with a loud clap each time, and his fingers coiled in my hair to pull my head back until I was arched. He fondled my breasts from behind with an unmatched zeal.
“Yes!” I cried out, reveling in the feeling as he treated me roughly. The shaft was moving so fast that it was setting me on fire on the inside, pleasurable heat seeping deep inside of me until my inner thighs twitched. I was so close that I was going to lose control again any second.
The dragon king’s thrusts sped up, hammering away at the entrance to my womb like he was trying to break it open. The shaft bucked inside the tightening haven, trying to stretch the walls wide. He was getting ready to let it out, and a sense of anticipation overtook me.
My body became increasingly aroused at the thought of catching his seed inside of my womb point blank. My womb would drink it all down, and my stomach would swell with my breasts. I rammed back against his cock as it came in, reaching behind and grabbing his hips to pull them in. “Yes! Let it out just like that! ”
He embraced me and then flooded me with the liquid fire, unleashing a primal roar as he did so.
A hoarse scream clawed out of my throat to join his roar. I melted from the inside out, and my body turned into pure bliss that thrummed over every inch. I rode the orgasm into sweet oblivion, cradled in his arms as my womb gleefully swallowed it all….
******
I quickly learned what he meant by the dragon’s desires still burned within him.
It was an insatiable lust that beckoned him to breed in lieu of fighting. Once he spirited me away to his castle, he plied me with his bestial love-making until my womb was swollen months later, nurturing his child. Every time was rough, and my body savored it.
It was a fairy tale ending for me, proof that that some dreams do come true….
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The End
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