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He places pillows under my thighs, spreads my legs lewdly wide to allow his much larger bulk to settle in, the head of his cock going straight between my lips, spreading me slowly, but inexorably.

I find myself whimpering as he claims me, my arousal growing, my desire as insistent as his.

I want him to fuck me, and I can’t help it.

I can’t stop him from wanting me, and I can’t stop wanting him, and even if I am going to spend each and every moment trying to escape, I won’t refuse him. I won’t even refuse his breeding.

“I can feel you hiding from me,” he growls over me, his hair falling in a dark cascade over my head like a curtain, blocking off every reality besides the one in which I am taking a long, careful fucking from a monster.

“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 not think 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.” He brushes 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.”

“I won’t live that long,” I say. “Humans get to, what? Eighty?”

“You will live long if you are here with me in this realm, taking my seed. The semen of the dragon offers many benefits to a human. Long life, eternal youth. As long as I breed you, you will never age, and you will not die.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” I stare at him, more horrified than I would have expected to be.

I know it is supposed to sound magical, like I’ve been set free from the worst of what life can do to a person.

But it all depends on fucking Ornix, and also…

this is still a delusion. I have to remind myself of that.

Whatever is happening can’t possibly be real.

“I am not kidding. I know I have taken you from a world you once considered to be everything, but there is so much more to being than what you have been made aware of. Let the weakness of your human existence fade into memory.” He strokes his hand down my back, claws scratching my skin lightly, dragging down my spine in a way that makes heat curl low in my belly.

He is seducing me into an abandonment of all I have ever known, drawing me into a set of possibilities that I know can’t possibly be real. But it feels real. The sex feels real, my body feels soft and tender and ravaged in the best way.

Still, there is rebellion left inside me.

I know I am being manipulated. He wants me to listen to his words and accept his decisions without question.

I have to cling to the semblance of independence that still lives in me.

I can’t let it go. He’s the bad guy. The final boss.

Even if fucking him feels good, that doesn’t mean I should let him define my entire reality.

I need to get back home. That’s where I really belong.

That’s where I will be safe and sane again.

“Get some rest. I will be back in a few hours with food for your next breeding.”

He leaves.

It takes me a few minutes to gather myself from the morass of post-coital bliss.

It would be so easy to lie here and just let this all happen, to tell myself that is a dream and that I will wake up when I am ready and I don’t need to fight or explore, I just need to let the best dick of my life happen to me over and over again.

But that’s not me. Passive has never been my style. I am the sort of girl who makes her own path. Besides, the instinct to strive for freedom is innately human, maybe even native to Earth. I can’t think of a single creature you can put into a box and not have it try to crawl out.

I grab a few things from the room: a cloak to keep me warm, some coverings for my feet. They’re not exactly my size, but they’ll do.

This time I make for the stables. That’s one of my favorite entrances to the Golden Keep, and I’m hoping against hope that someone has left a low-level mount there.

“Holy…” The first thing I see is a head as big as I am, head to toe, belonging to a dragon in a stall. She leans over the barrier of her enclosure, a big, barred pen that I can see through.

There are scorch marks all over this room.

I will have to be careful not to be burned to a crisp.

This dragon doesn’t seem to think I am any kind of a threat, though.

She makes a deep, rumbling noise in her throat, sort of with an edge and a trill.

It’s a sweet sound, and as her head swings around, I see that it is not for me. It is a sound for her baby.