just for me

A terrible purr tore through the mountain, shaking it to its core.

And inside, heat blasted out of the cavern, shaking the air, fire bursting upward and soaring in the sky. Villagers far below had already locked themselves inside or fled, terrified of the ancient legend finally stirring awake.

Vaelthar the Heatbreaker. The dragon of prophecy. The one said to wake only when he rose to claim his mate.

And somehow, of all cursed days, you had chosen this one to climb his mountain. His mountain. Ahhh…. How would you know? Besides, it was a lovely mountain, undisturbed and pure because people never ventured close. But now the earth shook under your boots, heat rolling up through the stone, and the purring… gods, that deep, bone-rattling purring sank straight into your body, making you soft and warm where you shouldn’t be.

Now you were near the top, far up to go running for cover. You stumbled when another quake hit, dust choking your lungs, your heart hammering as another roar shattered the sky. A roar so deep, so thick, it rattled your bones.

Then he came.

A dragon. No—THE dragon. Vaelthar.

His shadow poured out of the cavern, and it just kept coming. Scale by scale, claw by claw, horn by horn, his form stretched impossibly large, towering above stone. Tall and towering in his full dragon form. Terrifying but beautiful. Terrifyingly beautiful and five— no, six times your size.

You froze and just stared at him.

Wings unfurled, black and gold, vast enough to smother the morning light. Horns curled back like crowns, fangs flashing with drool. His chest glowed faintly with fire under his scales, a powerful body contained in muscle and rage.

Dust poured from his wings, stone cracked beneath his talons, but when his eyes opened…

Oh... such stunning eyes. Molten gold, slit with black and when they fixed on you, it wasn’t hunger for meat you saw. You’d expected your life to be gone in a jiffy. Your doom was imminent. But… but this was something worse. Something… inevitable. Because the dragon appeared interested in you.

“Mine.” The word shuddered from his chest, half growl, half purr.

Your lips parted. “Y-you can speak…”

The earth cracked as he lowered his massive head. His breath fogged your skin, hot but pleasant. He inhaled, taking in your scent, and the sound he made…. gods… it was broken, desperate. And made more warmth pool in your belly, forcing you to clench your thighs in embarrassment.

“Centuries for you,” he rasped. “Mate. Obsession. Heat.”

“I…” your breath hitched, more heat wrapping your body like chains. “I don’t understand…”

“You will.”

His tongue slid out, two times the size of your arm, dragging up your body in one stroke. You gasped, stumbling, your hands flying to his snout as he purred deep in his chest. A dragon… he’d licked you up like a treat. Shame licked through you, but… why did it feel so good? Why did it make you throb down there, dripping arousal?

He inhaled again. Deep. A guttural growl slipped from him.

“Ahhh… yes. Wet.” His muzzle lowered until his breath scorched the front of your dress. “Soaked little mate… coming to me dripping.”

Your thighs clamped together, shame and heat rushing through you. “I-I didn’t—no, I wasn’t—”

His tail slid around your waist, pulling you against his massive muzzle. Another long lick claimed your legs, your dress dampened, clinging.

“Such a good mate,” he whispered, nudging against your neck. “Coming to me soft. Slick. Mine.”

“I’m not… I’m not yours, I told you! I don’t understand—”

“You don’t need to,” he growled, pressing his muzzle to yours your lips and before you could resist, his tongue slid between them, thick and hot, coaxing your mouth wider. You gasped, choked, tried to protest, but the taste of him melted you, the sheer heat and pleasure of his kiss swallowing every thought.

Your tiny tongue met the tip of his, daring, bold, and his purr deepened in joy. Dragon heat filled your lungs as your tongue brushed with his. When he pulled back, saliva connected you, your chest heaving, your pussy positively soaked. Wow…

“I’m Vaelthar, sweet one. And I’m yours.”

“Vaelthar…” you repeated, still trembling from the kiss.

His golden eyes narrowed, his tail cradling you tighter. “Yes. Say it again.”

“Vaelthar…”

“Yes. You are mine.”

Tears stung your eyes, torn between fear and the aching pulse between your legs. “I… I am confused. What’s happening to me…”

To calm you down, Vaelthar lowered his massive head and kissed you again. A kiss… if such a word could capture the raw hunger of what he did. His tongue pressed past your lips, stretching your mouth wider until you had no choice but to yield. The sheer weight of his appendage pushed deeper, brushing the back of your throat.

You gurgled but responded, it felt so damn hot having this beast’s tongue stroking yours, his muzzle angled so carefully, so perfectly, that not a single sharp edge harmed you. You melted against him, body slack, heart hammering.

“No fear. No doubt. Only me. Only us. Trust me, treasure.”

The kiss went on and your body betrayed you, hips rocking against him, slick spreading hotter as he held you. His purrs grew, chest vibrating against your small frame. Fear slipped away, replaced by need, by heat and the unbearable truth that you were already his.

“There,” he rumbled, dragging his tongue along your throat. “Yes. Trust me. Good mate.”

You whimpered, breath breaking as his tongue curled back into your mouth, filling it again. He kissed you so deeply your knees buckled, but he was there. His tail cradled your back like an arm, curling under your hips while his claws…. those lethal, hooked weapons moved with masterful precision, ripping your clothes, slicing without nicking you, peeling fabric away as though it were paper.

You didn’t even notice until the air hit your bared skin and you realized you were naked, body pressed hot against scales that burned but did not burn you.

Suddenly, the kiss stopped, Vaelthar’s bulk shifting, his wings folding as he sank onto his hind legs. His tail lifted you high against his chest, pressing your flushed chest to the heat of his body. Your thighs spread along his underbelly, unable to close, dwarfed by his sheer size. The scales against your breasts were satin-smooth, surprisingly soft, heated like stone in gentle sunlight.

And then you looked down.

Between the plates of his underbelly rose his cock. Gods… It was unlike any other. Enormous, monstrous, as thick as your thigh and longer than your torso, ridged and with ridges and numbs that seemed to vibrate, pulsing with light, as though fire itself coursed through them.

The crown was blunt and swollen, precum welling in fat drops, dripping to the floor with wet squelches.

Each drop was a reminder of how much he had for you, how much he needed to bury inside. And how much you couldn’t take. There was no room.

Your eyes widened. Your throat closed. “Gods… it’s… it’s too much—”

“Fit,” promised. “I make you fit. Moan for me.”

Just as he said that, the bulging cockhead pressed against your swollen folds, obscene in its size. Your slit fluttered around nothing, drooling slick as that enormous tip smeared you open. The glowing ridges and bumps that lined his shaft throbbed, vibrating against your skin with a pulsing rhythm that sent shocks of ecstasy into your core, making your cunt clench around empty air and beg for that monster dick.

You whimpered. “It won’t… oh gods, it won’t—”

“My treasure is afraid,” Vaelthar rumbled, his growl strangely tender.

In a heartbeat, the massive dick drew back.

No— he pulled you back, repositioning you like a doll in his claws. The pressure of his length was gone only because his head was lowering, muzzle dipping straight between your spread thighs. His heavy tail coiled up behind you, curling firm and protective along your spine, his scaled hands gripping your legs open until your pussy was helplessly bared to him.

“Scared little mate,” he rumbled, eyes glowing as his hot breath soaked your folds. “You tremble for me… but your cunt drips. Pretty cunt. Fluttering for its mate.”

And with that, his tongue flicked out, that damned perfect tongue dragging a wet, filthy stroke from your hole up to your clit. You gasped, hips jerking, a blissful moan escaping before you could bite it back.

“Vaelthar—ahh—fuck, we… I don’t think we—”

“We can.” His growl vibrated against your core, and then his tongue separated your outer labia and prodded your hole. The tip budged and then thrust inside, sinking deep into your channel.

“Ahmnnn!” You cried out, toes curling in the air.

That tongue slid back out with a wet schluck, slick stretching between you and then drove back inside, thicker than several human fingers gathered together, thicker than any toy you’d ever dared to use, curling inside you like it belonged there. You were starting to think it did. With how perfectly it stretched and pleasured you.

“See? I can. You can. Your body begs. Stretches open for me.”

Vaelthar didn’t waste another word. He was too busy devouring your pussy. His tongue thrust and twisted inside you, obscene, relentless, his saliva mixing with your slick until it spilled down your thighs in hot rivulets. Each drag of his tongue made a slick shlrk sound, each plunge pressing so deep you arched up into his muzzle, whimpering as it rubbed against your sensitive clit.

“Ahhh… fuck…… yes, close, so close!” You mewled, fingers tangled in the ridges of his snout.

Sensing your climax, his tail cinched tighter around your waist, anchoring you, while his massive claws held your thighs wide apart. Shameless, you rubbed against his muzzle until your vision went white. It hit, orgasm ripping through you, body convulsing, cunt clamping down around his tongue with rapid spasms. You sobbed his name as wave after wave of bliss flowed through you.

He groaned low in his chest, pulling back just enough to lick from your hole to your clit, your slick spilling down his chin. The sight turned you on. You loved your juices on him.

“Good mate,” he purred, tongue changing course to swirl lazily around your nipples. “Soaked for me. Slick little cunt, stretched on my tongue… ready for your dragon.”

Your head fell back, moans breaking into sobs. “Please… yes!”

“Yes. Good mate. Now you take cock.”

Vaelthar shifted you with ease, his clawed fingers scooping under your thighs, his massive body guiding yours until you were straddling him once more. Your chest pressed against the heat of his underbelly, and your legs were opened wide to accommodate the bulky girth of him. His cock pulsed between your folds, the tip smearing your swollen slit with precum.

The bulbous tip found you. Pressed. Breached. Spreading your folds wide, your slick mixing with his own. The blunt head sank past your hole, stretching you and you cried out, a sharp, broken moan that made his entire body shudder.

“Yesss,” he hissed. “Sound. Give me your beautiful sounds.”

“Ahhh… f-fuck… it’s going in...” Your words faded as he entered deeper, thick inches of dragon cock filling you, the ridged bumps vibrating against your inner walls, awakening nerves that had never been touched this way before.

In and in he went, forcing your body to accommodate him.

“Oh gods… you’re splitting me open…”

His claws gripped your ass, holding you perfectly still. “Breathe, treasure.”

You did.

And exactly two seconds later, he thrust.

With one smooth, unstoppable stroke, Vaelthar impaled you to the base. His cock snuggled all the way inside until your ass met the hot press of his underbelly. Drawn out moans left you as your cunt swallowed the beast, climax tearing through you the moment he filled you. Your flesh quivered around him, barely had any space left to spasm but somehow it did.

“Treasure, oh my treasure,” he whispered, nuzzling your throat, his tongue hot against your racing pulse. “You took me. All of me.”

“Please… don’t stop,” you muttered, half-sob, half-desperate cry. “I can’t—I can’t—ohhh, move!”

Growling low, he lifted you, claws steady, then lowered you back down his throbbing shaft. Each motion had your walls rippling and squelching wetly around the bumps and ridges. More moans tumbled out of your mouth, higher and louder, as his cock entered you, stretching, filling, owning.

Then his pace doubled.

Harder. Faster.

The wet slaps of your bodies joined your cries, the mountain echoing with the sounds of dragonfucking.

“Yesss,” he rasped, underbelly heaving. “Tight little mate, stretched on your dragon’s cock. Your mate’s cock. Hear yourself?” His breached faster, making the squelching mess louder. “You take me so well.”

You nodded, tears at the corners of your eyes. “It’s… it’s too big… so good… so full… need more…gods, more… ahhh—”

“Mine,” he rumbled, desperate. “Mate. Heat-trigger. My end. My beginning.”

You panted, head tipping back. “Yes—fuck—yes, I’m yours!”

The dragon roared, wings snapping open, fucking up into you with power while his claws and tail held you perfectly in place, holding you without ever hurting you. His cock battered deeper until you shattered again. You sobbed, walls convulsing around him, the mess between you endless, slick gushing over your thighs and dripping to the floor.

“On your knees. Present,” he rumbled primitively.

Dizzy with your orgasm, you whimpered when his cock squelched out, leaving you shaking, empty. He guided you down until you were on all fours, face pressed to the ground, ass high. He curled behind you, his massive shadow swallowing your smaller frame.

Despite his domineering size, you knew who held all the power. You. It was you he was trembling for, it was you his cock was weeping rivers for. You smiled and arched your back until your ass pressed into his gorgeous cock. The broad head ground against your folds, huge and dripping, smearing you with its heat.

“Gods—yes, in, inside,” you whimpered, pushing your face against your arms.

He pushed inside.

You quivered and sobbed, coming over the edge as he impaled you from behind. He roared and kept pounding, every vibrating bump and ridge of his cock dragging your walls wider.

“Fuuuck,” you cried, knees sliding against the stone. “It’s… ahhh… it’s so much!”

Vaelthar’s growls deepened, protective even as he fucked you senseless. He curved his massive frame around you, trying to protect your knees from his powerful thrusts. You didn’t care. His thrusts were perfect, building your pleasure, steady streams of slick splattering with every slap of his cock.

“Treasure,” he snarled against your neck, licking the sweat at your throat. “Perfect. Tight. Mine.”

You whimpered, pushing back onto him. “Don’t stop… please don’t stop!”

You felt it then— his cock swelling, the ridges vibrating harder. Something rounder, heavier, pressed at your rim. Your eyes widened.

“What—ahh—what’s happening—”

“Knot,” he groaned amid thrusting. “Seal you. Keep you. Breed.”

Words fled, time had no meaning as said knot shoved forward, stretching you beyond anything you thought possible. And yet, your body accepted it. With a sucking pop, it shoved inside, locking you to him. Stars exploded behind your eyes as another orgasm flowed through you, moaning his name as your body clamped down tight.

Then it was his turn. His roar shook the mountain. His cock throbbed and then the flood came; hot, endless cum pumping into you in heavy waves. Inarticulate rumblings escaped you as he stuffed you to overflowing, thick gushes running down your thighs even with his knot keeping you sealed around him.

“Mine forever,” he vowed, holding you flush against him. “Mate. Treasure. Heat-trigger. No escape.”

You whimpered, voice breaking in little climaxes. “Yes… yes… yours… oh gods, I’m yours!”

And he still poured inside you, pumping seed that formed a puddle under you. His wings spread over you like a protective cocoon. When he was finally done, it felt like an eternity had passed. Collapsed onto your forearms, body trembling but thoroughly satisfied, you felt his knot pulse thick inside you, keeping you stretched, filled, sealed. His.

“Perfect,” he growled, his muzzle nuzzling into your neck. “You have me. You keep me. You wake me.”

You shivered, your mind still foggy from overstimulation. “Wake you…?”

“Yes. I slept for centuries in stone. Waiting. All for one reason.” His growl deepened, knot shifting inside you, making you whimper. “You.”

“Me? But… I-I just went for a hike—”

“And came to me. Awakened me. My mate. My obsession. My heat-trigger. The only reason my heart beats so strongly.”

Tears stung your eyes, your heart melting for him. “You… you’ve been waiting for me… all this time?”

He licked along your jaw, huffing heat over your cheek. “Every century. Every dream. I saw you. I burned for you. Until now. No more sleep. No more waiting.”

“You’re… obsessed with me.”

“Obsessed?” His laugh was a broken growl. “That word is too small. I do not merely want you, little mate… I burn for you. I exist for you. I breed only you.”

The knot throbbed again, making you mewl, his cock still hard inside you. “Will you… keep me? I want you to keep me. Don’t ever let me go.”

He nuzzled into your hair, softer now. “I’ll keep you. Never to be parted from you. Not in this life. Not in death. You are my mate and I will keep you in my nest until the mountains crumble, until the stars fall from the sky.”

And still knotted inside you, his massive body curled protectively around your smaller frame, Vaelthar was finally at peace. Not because centuries of hunger were satisfied. Not because his purpose was complete, but because his purpose was here —you— bound to him forever.

just pulling into the driveway of the house party, the music from the speakers inside vibrating all the way out to the car. i turn off the engine, you let out the longest most pathetic sigh of relief, thinking the torture is over. your thighs shaking as you get up, from how soaking wet and worked up i kept you during the whole ride.

i lead you inside by the waist, letting our friends head for the kitchen while i navigate the crowded hallway. tracking the moment the upstairs bathroom clicks open. i grab your wrist, pull you inside before anyone else can claim it and lock the door behind us. you instantly turn around, backing up against the sink. your chest heaving as you look at me with desperate begging in your eyes.

"oh look at you... all worked up already?" I whisper as I step closer, gently cupping your face in my hands. "what is it? was it our song? you poor thing. it doesn’t take much does it?” I reach down, my fingers slowly sliding under your clothes, teasingly tracing the dampness between your legs. I feel the heat radiating off you, watching your eyes squeeze shut, your hips instinctively tilt forward, absolutely desperate for any friction.

"you're completely soaked just from a little music" I lean down to press a kiss on your cheek "you really couldn't handle it could you? It's okay I’ve got you. I'm going to take such good care of you since I made you like this"

I grip your hip lifting your leg and hooking your knee right over the edge of the sink. opening you up under the bright bathroom mirror. I don't make you wait another second. I slide my hand straight past your underwear, shoving two fingers deeply inside you with a heavy thrust that makes your eyes instantly roll back. a loud moan starts to rip out of your throat but before the sound can even leave your lips, my other hand flies up, my palm flattening over your mouth to trap the noise. the sound dies against my skin. your moans turning into a muffled sobs.

"shhh there we go, keep it all inside for me sweetheart" I whisper against your ear, my voice calm while the bass from the living room rattles the bathroom door. "we don't want our friends out in the hallway hearing what a needy little mess you are do we?" you nod, your eyes wide. I start moving my fingers inside you exactly how you like them, curling them deeply to hit your favorite spot over and over again. perfectly matching the heavy rhythm of the song from the car.

your body goes rigid, your fingers clawing at my clothes as you try to thrash against the sink but my weight is pinned against yours, keeping you perfectly trapped. you’re wailing right into my hand from pleasure, your hot breaths and desperate whimpers smothered against my palm while my fingers work inside you, stretching you open until your thighs start violently trembling.

It was a quiet night. The full moon hung up in the sky, its rays filtering through the thin curtains. The bedroom was dimly lit, the TV playing in the background. Your minotaur boyfriend Balen was resting on the bed against the headboard, hands behind his head as he watched TV. He was naked, every part of him exposed. His massive frame made the bed appear small. His muscles rippled and his eyes burned with desire. As naked as he, you were lying sideways on his hairy thigh cradling his thick cock in your palms nowhere interested in watching the screen.

You had a much better alternative.

Balen’s massive shaft stood proud and pulsing, the head leaking precum. You loved his cock; it was huge and filled with veins, the scent of his musk intoxicating. Mouth watering, you licked your lips and placed your hands on his thighs. Slowly, you closed your lips around the wide cockhead, tongue swirling around it, tasting the salty pre-cum that had gathered there. Your boyfriend moaned, his powerful muscles tensing beneath your touch.

“S-slow, slow…hn…” Balen rumbled, his large hand cradling the back of your head. “Or this will end sooner than we both expect.”

“But…hmp… I want to devour you.”

He chuckled at that. “Later. For now I want your warm and wet mouth around my cock while I watch TV.”

“Fine, you horny Minotaur,” you whispered teasingly kissing his balls. “I’ll warm your cock for as long as you like.”

Angling your head, you returned to his perfect dick and took him deeper, inch by inch, feeling the stretch in your jaw. Balen groaned, hips thrusting lightly against you. No matter how much you’d tried, you could only accept just one third of his shaft. He was too long and thick to accommodate. The tip of his cock kissed the back of your throat and you swallowed, gagging slightly at the fullness.

“That’s it, little mate,” he growled, his voice husky and thick with lust. “How good you take me. So good… hnn…”

Your hands wrapped around the part of his cock you couldn’t fit in your mouth and he groaned pleasurable, his large hand cradling the back of your head, keeping you there. You caressed and cupped his swollen balls as you tried to take him deeper, despite the tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. You were cockdrunk, having him so deep in your mouth sent tingles to your belly, making you incredibly wet for him.

You stayed there, cockwarming him with your mouth and at some points, Balen would gently guide you to pull off his cock with a slick sound so you could breathe properly. Meanwhile, you peppered kitten licks on the leaking cockhead and all over his sac, feeling the weight of his huge round balls in your small palms that almost overflowed with them.

You filled your mouth with him again, his cock stretching your lips. The feeling of his shaft filling your mouth, the taste of him, the way his heavy balls rested against your jaw made you all the more determined. So you stayed there, his cock down your throat without pulling out an inch. 

“Fu—uhnnn…ck, you’re amazing,” he sighed, his breathing strained. “Warming your mate’s cock, such a good mate.”

You pulled back to breathe, and he caressed your face, his fingers wiping away the drool that had gathered at the corners of your lips. Then with a gentle nudge of his hips, his cock filed your mouth again. Balen threaded his fingers through your hair, then drew you back, watching the string of saliva connected from your lips to the swollen head of his shaft before thrusting you back down to swallow his cock. He did it again and again, watching at you, his eyes gleaming with lust.

“Pretty mate,” you heard him say throatily.

“Balen…hmnnp,” you could hardly speak with the throbbing minotaur cock in your mouth.

“What is it, love?” Balen asked, guiding you off his cock.

You took a sharp breath. Your cheeks were flushed, your lips swollen. “I wish I could take all of your cock.”

His mouth formed an adoring smile. “You are perfect the way you are. I love you.”

“Love you, too,” you said, licking blatantly a stripe from base to the tip of the cock. Your mouth took him in again, and he let out growl of satisfaction that vibrated through you.

“That’s it, pretty girl. Take it all,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

Relaxing your throat, you took him as deep as you could, your hands cradling the rest of his cock like an anchor.

You were aware of Balen moving. He reached out with his free hand and grabbed his phone.

“Gods, you look so beautiful with my dick in your mouth,” he said as he snapped picture after picture. “Your lips stretched, throat full of me… perfect.”

Balen took pictures of you in various angles, groaning at the sight of you. He did that often, he had a full album of indecent photos of you both doing unhinged things that were of course, for his eyes only. You stayed obedient, nursing his cock. With his dick in your mouth, you felt powerful — and a little cockdrunk, your mind hazy with lust.

You wanted him begging and out of control.

So you started pumping him, placing soft, kitten-like licks on the cockhead before diving down on his shaft, so deep that the depth made you gag, tears spilling down your cheeks. Still, you didn’t stop.

With each second you deepthroated him and each tempting swirl of your tongue, Balen’s breathing grew more and more ragged. His thighs quivered, his hairy chest heaving. His cock pulsed in your mouth, the salty pre-cum increasing. You moaned around his length; his moans sent shivers through your own body.

“Annn… close—agh… I’m close,” he groaned, his hips moving in small, desperate thrusts. “You’re gonna make me cum.”

“Want you—mmpff—” you breathed, tongue licking a vein from the base to tip. “Want you to feed me your cum.”

“Swallow it all, mate. Want you to swallow every— drop.”

The words sent a torrent of heat through you so you sucked him harder, tongue working feverishly. Your vision blurred, but all that mattered was Balen. He shuddered hard and tensed to stop his hips from thrusting into your mouth, his cock twitching violently in your mouth. He groaned, clutching the sheets, tearing them as he shot hot, thick ropes of his cum inside your throat.

Fondling his balls, you swallowed fervently.

It was too much but you didn’t want to waste a drop, you wanted his taste across your tongue and down your tummy. He rode his orgasm for what felt like minutes and when he finally pulled out of your mouth, you’d sucked him dry. No cum spilled. Your chest was heaving, your lips swollen, your throat sore. But it was all worth it because Balen had that dreamy look on his handsome bullface that was worth everything.

Cradling your head gently, he kissed you in his own unique way, thrusting his tongue in your mouth, tasting his seed everywhere. His fingers brushed away your tears as he whispered how precious you were and how much he loved you. Then, he went to the kitchen to bring you a bottle of water and helped you take a few sips.

“Thank you, little mate. That was incredible— no more than incredible,” he drawled. “And I shall reward you for it.”

“Balen you don’t have to reward me. I wanted to suck you—”

“And I want to worship your pretty pussy till morning. I want you to writhe and clench around my tongue, your thighs squeezing my head.”