when the dragon pins her down and goes to rip off her dress, she makes it pause. these imported silks are expensive, she can do it herself. she strips and lays back down, and the dragon uses a heavy paw on her chest to hold her still as it sniffs between her legs and its tongue slithers out
it’s embarrassing, but her head tips back slightly and her eyes slip closed as her lips part. the dragon’s tongue is rough, but it’s being so gentle she can barely feel the barbs, and it clearly has some understanding of her biology because it’s not trying to get her hard, just savoring the smells and tastes. it’s slightly humiliating how much she’s dripping, but the dragon seems to enjoy it, and each flick of its tongue across her makes her cheeks get hotter and heart race more. when it moves lower and starts licking, she practically explodes
when the dragon is satisfied she’s ready, it clambers on top of her. her arms are deftly pinned above her head by a paw bigger than her head, and the dragon looks down at her and makes a curious chirruping noise. she looks past her own still-twitching equipment to between the dragon’s hindlegs at its orange members, glistening with natural lubrication, and she does have a small moment of worry. it’s hard to tell from this distance and angle, but they look huge, as big as her forearm each if not larger. there’s no way she can-
before she gets to finish the thought, the dragon shuffles above her and its tips press against her hole, then explore inward. the princess stifles a whimper, and her knees come together on instinct, but then the dragon’s body gets between them and pushes them back apart. it’s not really thrusting so much as just slowly settling, and each movement fills her more until she’s- wait, already??? wait-
the dragon makes an affectionate cooing noise as her body sells her out, and tips its head down to gently lick her neck. it’s so humiliating that she- they’re so big, and they won’t stop squirming… they’re constantly bending and snaking around inside her, looking for any way to go deeper. sometimes they find one, and another inch of bronze cockflesh sinks into her, and she makes a noise every time it happens
the dragon pulls back a bit, then sinks in, then does it again. after a few more tries, it hits into a rhythm. the princess is rapidly learning she does not bottom often enough. does it always feel like this? she feels like she’s going to explode. she’s not very well-acquainted with a dragon’s body language, but it seems to be enjoying it too. its pupils are dilating and contracting so quickly she’s surprised it can even see, its frills are twitching, and its mouth is slightly parted to exhale desperate hot breath into her face. it moves to lick her again, and she reaches up and grabs its horns, pulling it over and touching her lips to the dragon’s mouth
it’s not like kissing a human. the dragon’s lips are pretty minimal compared to a human’s, but its mouth is almost around hers, and it immediately uses so much tongue. the warm, wet muscle flows into her mouth and curls around her own, and she whines as the barbs dig into her tongue. all the while, the dragon’s cocks are buried in her, the soft, rubbery barbs constantly raking back and forth across her prostate
the dragon’s thrusts speed up, getting short and jerky. she knows what that means. her mouth is too stifled with searingly hot dragon tongue to encourage it, so she just moans into its mouth, and it snarls back into hers and digs its claws into her breast hard enough that she’s definitely bleeding a little, but she doesn’t even mind because her body has already crossed the tipping point. the dragon pulls back one final time and then slams its full weight down on her pelvis, and the world goes white as it pumps a frankly inordinate amount of fluid into her. without a dragon-sized womb to fill, it rapidly hits her capacity and splashes back out onto the bed, but the dragon just keeps going, settling down on top of her as it throbs and twitches inside her
it tries to pull out of her and let her rest, but she shakes her head and pushes her hips down. the dragon purrs and shoves deep again, making her hips jerk involuntarily as it gets comfortable. she opens her mouth and kisses the dragon again, then giggles as it drags its tongue up her head
maybe those knights don’t need to show up for a little while longer…
