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“Don’t hide,” he says. “Stay with me. Feel every bit of this cock. Take your breeding like a good girl. You need to have this pussy stretched. You need to be filled all the way up, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I whimper. “I need it.”

“You do need it. You need this more than you need anything. This cock is your lifeline in this world,” he says, drawing out slowly, then thrusting back in deep inside. I feel my inner walls protesting a little, their tenderness very much felt.

He hears my whimper and offers comfort, with little kisses to the side of my cheek, my temple, and my neck. His hips slide deep against mine, his cock finding the very depths of me, where my sensitive interior resists him. He holds himself there, makes me quiver around him, and draws out again, almost all the way, before sliding back.

This is so intentional, so designed to create a reaction in me that I cannot help. His fingers find my clit and he presses it like it is a button, firm, even pressure that sandwiches that little bud between his fingers and the pubic bone.

He is being careful with me, but there is also the intention to breed me, to make me pregnant, to ensure that I take a pussy full of his dragon cum. It is almost too much to really countenance in this moment. I can’t take it all in—mentally, anyway. Physically, I am taking a cock bigger than any I have ever seen before.

He is slower this time, but his cock is bigger from the outset. Scaled. Clearly alien in some intense way. I do not know whether I should try to enjoy it, or try to fight it, and in the end I do notthink it matters because he isn’t giving me any choice but to love every inch of his cock inside me.

“Look at me as I breed you,” he reminds me. “Look into my eyes.”

I look into those golden slitted eyes, and I feel my inner walls quiver with erotic response. If I am high, or crazy, or whatever, it doesn’t matter because this feels better than being sane ever did.

“You belong to me,” he purrs as he thrusts. “You are the love of my very long life.”

That seems kind of soon, but I guess, given my predicament, and the fact that he’s clearly not human, and the other fact that he’s rubbing my clit and I can’t think straight makes me accept his words as true.

Before I know what I’m doing, he’s forced an orgasm from me with his fingers, rubbed it right out of that tight bud as I soak his cock. And that’s when he stops being so soft and starts really fucking me, pulling out, tossing me face down, taking me on all fours like an animal, and always, always keeping pressure on that traitorous little bud that makes anything he does to my body feel perfect.

“That’s it. You come so nicely for me. You’re a good girl, aren’t you. A trainable little human. You know how to arch your back for a good thick cock, don’t you. Instinct, that’s what it is. Your body wants your pussy in just the right place for a breeding.”

His voice gets rougher, deeper as he presses my face down against the bed with one hand, and keeps my hips raised with the other, his cock driving deep inside me.

“And that’s what you’re going to get. A breeding. A good, long, hard, fucking breeding.”

His words resonate through me as he fills me with his seed again, drenching my pussy with that fantasy cum that makes me feel more submissive than I ever have in my life.

As it slides out of me, he uses it to rub around my lips and my pussy, cum lubricating my clit as he strokes that taut little bud and then spanks me right there, making me yelp and whimper as my post-orgasmic flesh trembles with more arousal than I can contain.

I am lost in the most intense pleasure I have ever felt. There is something magical in his semen. Magic is probably not the right word. Something altering. It’s like being drugged, but it’s not a drug that affects my ability to think; it’s like it affects where I am, the reality I perceive. I am entirely myself, but I can’t see the world as I knew it anymore, and after this second orgasmic round, it is starting to feel like that world was never real. Like the life I lived there was more of a dream, and this world was always the real one. I feel like I’m being awakened into a new reality that is older, and deeper, and has existed for all eternity.

“What are you doing to me?”

I ask the question when I am capable of asking it.

“I’m making you what you were always meant to be. Who you were always meant to be.”

“And what is that?”

“My breeding mate. Mother of a new generation of royal dragons. Your bloodline will be part of the world forever.” Hebrushes the hair back from my face with a gentle claw. “You are the empress to my emperor.”

I feel the warmth of his approval, and the intensity of his possession. He looks at me as though I am one of his jewels, the newest, largest, most valuable, and most prized.

It is an intoxicating feeling. The feeling of mattering deeply to a creature this beautiful and powerful. When he mates me, he doesn’t just breed me, he connects with me. He creates a bond with me that feels as though it is sinking into my very soul.

“The moment I laid eyes on you, I knew that you were made for me. Every part of you is designed for me.”

“How old are you really, Ornix?”

“I celebrated my thousandth birthday around a hundred years ago,” he says.

“Is that like, dragon years being shorter than human years, or…”

“I have been alive for forty-four human generations,” he intones. “I have seen many wonders. I also missed a great many. I hope to see another thousand years with you by my side.”