Bearing the Dragon's Child (3 page)

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

The words that went ignored died with the touch of her tongue against the erect phallus left my body as rigid stone. The snake-woman uttered not a word as the single stroke ran from the base to the opening, and the motion had been done slowly enough that I could feel as it left a glistening trail of her saliva along the underside that seemed to seep pleasure beneath the surface on contact. Even my lungs seized as the warm bliss that came about from such a simple act churned in my waist.

A low hum of pleasure left from her throat. Perhaps she had become enamored by the raw taste that clung to the shaft, as only a soft breath washing over the head preluded her tongue descending again to lave against the underside once more. This time it curved around the entire width from the base upwards in a spiraling motion as her fingers delicately formed a ring around the crown of ramrod length.

The creeping joy born from her saliva as it bathed the sensitive flesh wherever her tongue slithered over was enough to make it impossible to sit still, my legs rising off the ground the higher she coiled up. At the same time her head descended a little further down as the ring wrapped around the crown pulled at the shaft, causing my hips to move up. The lithe fingers on her other hand pulled down my trousers further after that, exposing the remainder of my groin to the outside.

But that was an afterthought once the majority of the length had been curved around and the forked tip of her tongue met with the opening at the top, the meatus that leaked a clear fluid. The bitter taste of it as they connected caused her entire elongated tongue to squeeze tight, sending a sharp burst of hot pleasure down below the base and into the balls that were now in her view. Sadistically she began playing with the opening further, the rapid flickering of the forked tip against it like a soft and wet brush slapping against the opening. A shuddering breath escaped and I tremored as it rolled through me.

The snake-woman allowed it to continue as the fingers that pulled down my trousers prior now settled themselves beneath my balls. She raised them slightly, sinking her digits further between my legs until the two sacs were in her palm. With a gentle motion she rocked them back and forth, tending to like the priceless treasures that they were to her if the desire for offspring was what drove her to this.

My waist shook as though it were under her thrall, the serpent-like way her tongue moved fogging over my mind as she spiraled the length round and round, over and over again. There was even a light friction as it glided over the saliva trails faster and faster, warming the cool liquid for a sensual touch to the already peaked excitement in the shaft. Between the dual stimulation of her hands and tongue, I was going to lose my mind. “
Ahh
…”

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