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An Heir and A Spare

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It would have been impossible to truly prepare the princess for what she would feel the second her folds gave way and the dragon’s massive knot slowly pushed inside her. The feeling of the dragon’s shaft stretching her wide enough to take it in had been an overpowering sensation in and of it self. But now with this knot…. Oriane’s cry rang throughout the throne room as she felt her inner walls squeeze at the knot, naturally securing it in place, as her hips continued to buck helplessly against it. She was panting hard, her green eyes seeming to almost glow with intensity as she gazed up at the dragon. This was it. This powerful dragon was about to make her a mother. A weak little shiver ran through her, causing her body to tremble harder. How long had it been now since she first began trying to become a mother? How many nights had her prince taken her, slamming his cock unrelentingly into her body and pumping her full of as much seed as he was able? It was strange for her to think back on her time with the prince, realizing only then that his passion had contained no more love for her than the dragon’s did. And yet… ‘As you wish princess’. That’s what the dragon had said in response to her plea. Had ever such a phrase left her prince’s mouth in all the time they were together? He had seemed too single-minded in his quest to have time to care for her desires. Even on their wedding night, when the celebrations had lasted well into the early morning hours, and all she wanted to do was lie with him and sleep…he had fucked her viciously at least three times before finally passing out himself. In a strange way, this dragon was far more gentle with her in their first time together than the prince was over the entire course of their marriage. Oriane’s slick inner walls tightened a little around the dragon’s massive shaft, sparking another deep moan in her. She turned her head to look back at Klau'den, a peculiar expression of almost wonder shimmering in her eyes. “…T-thank you…”

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Despite stating earlier that she would make the princess take her entirely, Klau’den was impressed by how well this delicate and slender human was able to take all of her. There was a certain type of strength within the princess, most definitely.

Stars above, Klau’den thought almost deliriously with pleasure as her knot was clenched and squeezed by the tightest vice possible, Oriane’s walls milking a sudden gush of hot, thick seed from her shaft - the cum heavy and plenty as it was aimed into that tight cervix, the head of her cock pressed directly against it. I feel like a hatchling going through their first rut…

“I said you would take all of me,” She bit back the pleasured groan that threatened to slip through her throat. The dragon bucked her hips slowly, grinding the knot against those walls to stimulate the human princess beneath to pull another orgasm from her. After all, it was common sense to stimulate and pleasure her female for a higher chance of getting her seed to take. “And now you have. Think… nothing of it, princess.” Klau’den ignored that small warmth that seemed to once again settle within her and focused instead on flooding the princess’ womb with her seed.

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Oriane’s eyes flashed wide, her pupils dilating and her lips parting in a soundless cry, as she felt that first hot gush of the dragon’s seed shoot inside her. It felt nothing like the countless times her prince had spilled his seed in her; this was deep, powerful, and unrelenting. She could feel the tip of the dragon’s cock pulsating in her tight inner walls, pumping each burst of seed as deep as it could go. And there was so, so much….

She hadn’t even noticed her own arm reaching back, not realizing her desire to further their contact until the moment her slender fingers curled in a tender grip around the dragon’s powerful forearm. Somehow, it just seemed…right…to do. For reasons she couldn’t fully explain, she wanted nothing more than to just touch the dragon…to feel those smooth scales against her skin…to cling to her as she felt herself reach that breaking point where her body stiffened and she tossed her head back with a scream–

Her orgasm hit her then, even harder and more suddenly than the first. Her fingers gripped tight to the dragon’s arm as her back arched and a wave of heated liquid gushed over the dragon’s shaft; squirting out between her legs. had she not been holding on to Klau’den with such an iron grip, she would have likely collapsed right to the floor. As it happened, she managed to keep herself mostly upright; her hips bucking with an intense fervor as she rode out her orgasm. Her already tight cunt didn’t waste any time in tightening, contracting and squeezing around the dragon’s massive knot as if to try and trigger another burst of seed.

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Klau’den’s tail thrashed behind her sharply, her claws digging into the marble floor as she was suddenly milked once more and so quickly by the princess, her seed forced out in hot gushes that left the dragon shuddering and scaled chest heaving. Forget being in a rut… this human is… something else entirely.. Klau’den thought with a shudder as she shifted forward, bringing her body closer and raising a forearm underneath Oriane to support the trembling girl, their hips still firmly attached with her thick, engorged knot locking her inside the princess.

The dragon noticed the tender grip on her other forearm.

If Klau’den lowered them slowly onto the marble floor, tucking the princess almost protectively against her side until they found a comfortable position to rest - well. It was simply due to her somewhat tired state. Her tail settled lazily over Oriane’s hips, incidentally offering the slender girl more cover against the cold, castle air.

“You should rest while you can, princess. We shall continue until I scent that you will be heavy with my brood.” But even now, Klau’den could tell from the utter fertile scent that the princess seemed to always carry… one time would be more than enough to have her seed take.

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The princess barely seemed aware of her surroundings, of being gently lowered to the floor or of the dragon’s surprisingly gentle murmurs; her mind left reeling from the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced in her life. It wasn’t until she felt Klau’den’s tail gently drape over her bare hips that she really ‘came to’; her head turning and her soft green eyes meeting electric blue. Her lips parted as if to speak, feeling that she should surely say something…but whatever words initially came to mind were immediately lost to thoughts of how warm Klau’den’s seed feels in her belly, how wide that knot is stretching her folds. Unable to speak, her lips slowly close, simply watching the dragon in silence.

Then…

The next thing either of them knew, Oriane’s soft lips were pressing against Klau’den’s smooth scales in a kiss; remarkably gentle, remarkably tender. It lasted only a few seconds, but when she finally drew back, her face had taken on a soft shade of pink. A touch of shyness flickered through her eyes, and she quickly dipped her head, feeling both embarrassed and utterly bewildered with herself. Why had she done that? This dragon did not feel any affection for her. They weren’t some married couple on their wedding night–they weren’t even lovers. So why…?

The princess slowly turned back so that she was once again facing away from the dragon, settling in quietly at her side as she took a moment to rest. Rest…and wait to see what the dragon would do in response to one foolish human princess who had been inclined to kiss her after an intense round of breeding. Gods above–Oriane’s hand shifted to rest over her belly, a shiver rippling down her spine. There had been nothing but determination in the dragon’s voice when she said that the princess would take her seed and would bear her a healthy brood, and Oriane didn’t doubt it in the slightest. But what if…what if the dragon’s seed didn’t take? Her husband had tried and failed countless times to conceive an heir in her. What if it was because she was broken…useless…just as her prince had told her just before ordering his men to seize her and drag her out to this ‘abandoned’ castle? What would this dragon do to her, if she failed her in the same way?

She tucked her arms in close, just shy of hugging herself, as she tried not to let her imagination run too wild with fear.

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The dragon wasn’t fairly knowledgeable in some human customs. Fighting? Yes. Post mating habits? Not necessarily. Klau’den did know the bare basics of what a kiss meant, however - it was something very similar to nuzzling with affection for dragons, or so her elders had said. If what they told her was true, then that meant the princess had shown her affection after Klau’den had knotted her. She gazed down at Oriane. The princess’ slender form trembled as they laid on their sides while still connected by her knot, golden-brown locks spilling down a delicate back that seemed to curl with a shiver. The dragon wondered if the human princess was cold. To Klau’den, that felt impossible. It’s as if the room had suddenly raised in temperature from a pleasant warmth that began to spread from where the princess had laid her gentle kiss. Even the tip of her tail felt warm, now. It had been many years since she had felt another’s affection, the memory only a blur - possibly her mother when she was still just a hatchling herself. Dragon social and mating customs varied. Storm dragons, few as they were, tended to move around and mate with whatever available female was nearby before moving on. Their kind tended to be reclusive, only meeting for breeding and - rarely - a gathering with the elders. So, their mating behaviors matched. Storm dragons did not take life long mates and the sires did not stick long enough to see their broods being hatched.

The dragon gazed down at the delicate form of Oriane’s back… Well, Klau’den was not the type of dragon that would let her breeding female catch a sickness from the cold if she could help it. The dragon wanted healthy broods from the princess, after all.

“The castle has been abandoned for many years now. Many walls have crumbled, leading to cold drafts being common. There is a fireplace the humans used long ago in this main room.” She gestured with her snout at the grand fireplace, empty of logs but seemingly capable of heating up an entire castle room. “After our mating, I will find wood to fill it with as well as food. Fertile as you are, all females need nourishment to feed their young.” One of Klau’den’s massive wings spread open before curling protectively over her human’s resting form, creating a cover to stop any incoming cold drafts of air. Her tail curled around Oriane’s hips and pulled the princess back against her, their bodies flushed together. The movement caused her knot to grind against clenching, stretched walls that seemed to tighten further, milking her relentlessly for her seed. A gush of warmth was pulled from her then, spilling deeply into the princess. Klau’den shuddered, wondering just how much seed the princess would be able to pull from her. A little thought sparked at the back of her head, tiny and hopeful and all so very confusing. If we mated once more… would she kiss me again?

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Oriane gave a soft start at the sound of the dragon’s voice, surprise flashing through her eyes as she turned to look up. Instead of the mockery or disdain she had been expecting in response to her kiss, the dragon only spoke of…warming her and feeding her. Of…caring…for her.

‘No, not caring for me like…that,’ she reminded herself, trying to instantly quell the little flutter of hope she was almost too embarrassed by to even acknowledge. ‘She’s caring for my body. For…for–’

Just then she felt the dragon’s tail shift around her hips and draw her close; sparking a gasp and a hard shudder of pleasure as that knot shifted inside her and another rush of warmth spilled into her body. That made three. Three times that the dragon had filled her with seed. Three times she had felt that searing heat flooding her so deeply. She once again felt that flutter of hope rippling through her chest, making her heart skip a beat, and once again immediately trying to push it all away. What the dragon spoke of…what she continued to insist would happen…it couldn’t be. Remember the prince. Remember how many times he spilled his seed into you and it never took. Not once…

Yet despite her deep, lingering fear that she truly was incapable of having children, she found that the more this dragon spilled seed into her body…the more she spoke of the princess carrying her brood as if it were a certainty…the more she actually almost started to believe her. It was hard to try and argue against it when she could feel her inner walls tightening–near throbbing– around the dragon’s knot; eager to take in more of the dragon’s seed.

…But what if…?

She remained quiet for a moment longer, offering a distracted little nod to show that she had heard the dragon speak, before finally mustering up what courage she could and asking in the faintest whisper of a voice:

“…What will be done with me…should I fail to conceive?”

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Klau’den was left baffled at Oriane’s question. Did the princess really still think the dragon’s seed wouldn’t take, even with her knot lodged firmly inside her? Well, Oriane had said her previous human mate’s seed couldn’t despite their many breeding attempts - Klau’den tried to ignore the sudden spark of… something she felt just thinking of another claiming this female, this princess, that was now hers.

She’s taking my knot now, not his, Klau’den huffed silently to herself. I would bet the treasure rooms of all my elders that I’m much more virile than that worthless human male…

But surely, the princess must know how utterly fertile she smelled to the dragon, right? In previous years, before she had settled in this abandoned castle, she had caught the trace scents of other females ready to be bred. Somehow, this human’s scent… was far more fertile to her than any of those other dragons. So much more. Still, the princess clearly wasn’t going to believe it until Klau’den filled her with a whole clutch of eggs.

Might as well play along with her, The dragon sighed and lowered her head on top of the cool marble floor, eyes closing as she settled for a lazy nap. “If that happens,” - which it won’t because I’m not some inferior little prince who doesn’t know his own knot from his dick -”I’m not giving up my castle just yet. But as long as you don’t bring a mob to my gates, I don’t mind sharing.” The dragon’s maw opened widely to let out a yawn, the sound low and rumbling. Her tongue curled briefly before her maw closed shut, head slumping back down onto the floor once again.

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The princess did the opposite of settle; her arm slipping beneath her as she shifted, turning to look at Klau'den more directly. Though her hips only shifted ever so slightly with the motion, it was enough to send a small shiver rippling down her spine, sparking a moan that she tried to bite back. It amazed her just how instantly her body reacted to even the slightest movement between them, how her slick inner walls were quick to clench around the dragon’s knot the second it seemed as though they might break apart. Did she truly want to carry the creature’s brood that much?

Her soft emerald eyes gazed for a long while at the storm dragon resting beside her, finding it strange just how…tame…she seemed in that moment. Like a domesticated dog or a cat lounging by the hearth on a lazy afternoon. In fact, the princess had seen family pets who looked more threatening when they slept than this dragon did. And when she spoke, she sounded so…nonchalant.

“You…would not mind if I remained here in the castle, even if I did not fall pregnant with your brood?” She asked softly after a moment, a glimmer of curiosity, of deep intrigue, rising in her eyes. “You would not simply…kill me?”

In truth, that had been what she had expected her prince to do when he had her dragged out to an abandoned castle in the first place. She thought he was going to have his guards execute her in seclusion and simply announce to the court and his people that she had fallen prey to a tragic accident or illness. ‘And that may well have been his plan,’ Oriane thought to herself. ‘Until they made the unexpected discovery that the castle was not quite so abandoned as they first thought.’

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Stars above, Klau’den bit back a low snarl of pleasure from the sudden clenching of that tight, utterly drenched heat. She needs to stop moving. This princess will leave me dry before the end of my knot if she continues tightening like this…

Hearing those questions from Oriane, Klau’den opened an eye to gaze back, regarding her silently. Then, “Tell me, princess. Do your kind kill their females when a sire’s seed does not take?” The dragon’s head raised slowly, now peering directly into emerald green with electric blue, a monstrous power hidden beneath their depths. “If so, then humans would not be swarming this land like pests, advancing onto the territories of others with countless, endless numbers.” Klau’den silently wondered if maybe then - her kind wouldn’t have been hunted to near extinction. The thought made her tired. “I will not kill a female for my seed not taking, Princess Oriane.” She lowered her head for the last time, intent on sleeping away the sudden empty feeling within her. “Be it my failings or yours.” Klau’den did not mention how the idea of killing her made the dragon’s chest tighten.

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The princess went quiet.

Slowly, as carefully as she could, she lowered herself back to the floor beside the dragon; laying once more with her back pressed flush to the dragon’s powerful torso. A wave of shame washed over her, followed very closely by guilt. Even now, with the dragon keeping her warm and filling her full of her knot and seed, Oriane associated this creature with mercilessness…with rage…with death. Every preconceived notion she had ever believed about dragons, between stories told to her as a child, or by reports of savage attacks on human villages told to her as an adult, still lingered within her thoughts. And while Klau'den did not seem to hold any love in her heart for the human race, Oriane could not deny that already this creature has showed her more tenderness, more care, more kindness, than her prince had ever showed her over the entire course of their marriage.

And what had she shown the dragon in return? Doubt…distrust….

‘Please forgive me.’

Her hand slipped down and brushed along a coil of the dragon’s long tail, slowly following the curve up and around her hip in a very light, very gentle caress.

“…Thank you…Klau'den…”

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The gentle strokes to her tail were soothing. It made it almost impossible for the dragon to fight off the drowsy, sleep-inducing trance the princess' touch left her in.

‘A human thanking a dragon... almost as unheard of as a dragon mating with one,’ With that bemused but amused thought, Klau’den felt into a dreamless sleep, a soft warmth nestled almost comfortably against her side.

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An Heir and A Spare

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It would have been impossible to truly prepare the princess for what she would feel the second her folds gave way and the dragon’s massive knot slowly pushed inside her. The feeling of the dragon’s shaft stretching her wide enough to take it in had been an overpowering sensation in and of it self. But now with this knot…. Oriane’s cry rang throughout the throne room as she felt her inner walls squeeze at the knot, naturally securing it in place, as her hips continued to buck helplessly against it. She was panting hard, her green eyes seeming to almost glow with intensity as she gazed up at the dragon. This was it. This powerful dragon was about to make her a mother. A weak little shiver ran through her, causing her body to tremble harder. How long had it been now since she first began trying to become a mother? How many nights had her prince taken her, slamming his cock unrelentingly into her body and pumping her full of as much seed as he was able? It was strange for her to think back on her time with the prince, realizing only then that his passion had contained no more love for her than the dragon’s did. And yet… ‘As you wish princess’. That’s what the dragon had said in response to her plea. Had ever such a phrase left her prince’s mouth in all the time they were together? He had seemed too single-minded in his quest to have time to care for her desires. Even on their wedding night, when the celebrations had lasted well into the early morning hours, and all she wanted to do was lie with him and sleep…he had fucked her viciously at least three times before finally passing out himself. In a strange way, this dragon was far more gentle with her in their first time together than the prince was over the entire course of their marriage. Oriane’s slick inner walls tightened a little around the dragon’s massive shaft, sparking another deep moan in her. She turned her head to look back at Klau'den, a peculiar expression of almost wonder shimmering in her eyes. “…T-thank you…”

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Despite stating earlier that she would make the princess take her entirely, Klau’den was impressed by how well this delicate and slender human was able to take all of her. There was a certain type of strength within the princess, most definitely.

Stars above, Klau’den thought almost deliriously with pleasure as her knot was clenched and squeezed by the tightest vice possible, Oriane’s walls milking a sudden gush of hot, thick seed from her shaft - the cum heavy and plenty as it was aimed into that tight cervix, the head of her cock pressed directly against it. I feel like a hatchling going through their first rut…

“I said you would take all of me,” She bit back the pleasured groan that threatened to slip through her throat. The dragon bucked her hips slowly, grinding the knot against those walls to stimulate the human princess beneath to pull another orgasm from her. After all, it was common sense to stimulate and pleasure her female for a higher chance of getting her seed to take. “And now you have. Think… nothing of it, princess.” Klau’den ignored that small warmth that seemed to once again settle within her and focused instead on flooding the princess’ womb with her seed.

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Oriane’s eyes flashed wide, her pupils dilating and her lips parting in a soundless cry, as she felt that first hot gush of the dragon’s seed shoot inside her. It felt nothing like the countless times her prince had spilled his seed in her; this was deep, powerful, and unrelenting. She could feel the tip of the dragon’s cock pulsating in her tight inner walls, pumping each burst of seed as deep as it could go. And there was so, so much….

She hadn’t even noticed her own arm reaching back, not realizing her desire to further their contact until the moment her slender fingers curled in a tender grip around the dragon’s powerful forearm. Somehow, it just seemed…right…to do. For reasons she couldn’t fully explain, she wanted nothing more than to just touch the dragon…to feel those smooth scales against her skin…to cling to her as she felt herself reach that breaking point where her body stiffened and she tossed her head back with a scream–

Her orgasm hit her then, even harder and more suddenly than the first. Her fingers gripped tight to the dragon’s arm as her back arched and a wave of heated liquid gushed over the dragon’s shaft; squirting out between her legs. had she not been holding on to Klau’den with such an iron grip, she would have likely collapsed right to the floor. As it happened, she managed to keep herself mostly upright; her hips bucking with an intense fervor as she rode out her orgasm. Her already tight cunt didn’t waste any time in tightening, contracting and squeezing around the dragon’s massive knot as if to try and trigger another burst of seed.

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Klau’den’s tail thrashed behind her sharply, her claws digging into the marble floor as she was suddenly milked once more and so quickly by the princess, her seed forced out in hot gushes that left the dragon shuddering and scaled chest heaving. Forget being in a rut… this human is… something else entirely.. Klau’den thought with a shudder as she shifted forward, bringing her body closer and raising a forearm underneath Oriane to support the trembling girl, their hips still firmly attached with her thick, engorged knot locking her inside the princess.

The dragon noticed the tender grip on her other forearm.

If Klau’den lowered them slowly onto the marble floor, tucking the princess almost protectively against her side until they found a comfortable position to rest - well. It was simply due to her somewhat tired state. Her tail settled lazily over Oriane’s hips, incidentally offering the slender girl more cover against the cold, castle air.

“You should rest while you can, princess. We shall continue until I scent that you will be heavy with my brood.” But even now, Klau’den could tell from the utter fertile scent that the princess seemed to always carry… one time would be more than enough to have her seed take.

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The princess barely seemed aware of her surroundings, of being gently lowered to the floor or of the dragon’s surprisingly gentle murmurs; her mind left reeling from the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced in her life. It wasn’t until she felt Klau’den’s tail gently drape over her bare hips that she really ‘came to’; her head turning and her soft green eyes meeting electric blue. Her lips parted as if to speak, feeling that she should surely say something…but whatever words initially came to mind were immediately lost to thoughts of how warm Klau’den’s seed feels in her belly, how wide that knot is stretching her folds. Unable to speak, her lips slowly close, simply watching the dragon in silence.

Then…

The next thing either of them knew, Oriane’s soft lips were pressing against Klau’den’s smooth scales in a kiss; remarkably gentle, remarkably tender. It lasted only a few seconds, but when she finally drew back, her face had taken on a soft shade of pink. A touch of shyness flickered through her eyes, and she quickly dipped her head, feeling both embarrassed and utterly bewildered with herself. Why had she done that? This dragon did not feel any affection for her. They weren’t some married couple on their wedding night–they weren’t even lovers. So why…?

The princess slowly turned back so that she was once again facing away from the dragon, settling in quietly at her side as she took a moment to rest. Rest…and wait to see what the dragon would do in response to one foolish human princess who had been inclined to kiss her after an intense round of breeding. Gods above–Oriane’s hand shifted to rest over her belly, a shiver rippling down her spine. There had been nothing but determination in the dragon’s voice when she said that the princess would take her seed and would bear her a healthy brood, and Oriane didn’t doubt it in the slightest. But what if…what if the dragon’s seed didn’t take? Her husband had tried and failed countless times to conceive an heir in her. What if it was because she was broken…useless…just as her prince had told her just before ordering his men to seize her and drag her out to this ‘abandoned’ castle? What would this dragon do to her, if she failed her in the same way?

She tucked her arms in close, just shy of hugging herself, as she tried not to let her imagination run too wild with fear.

pawsoflightning

The dragon wasn’t fairly knowledgeable in some human customs. Fighting? Yes. Post mating habits? Not necessarily. Klau’den did know the bare basics of what a kiss meant, however - it was something very similar to nuzzling with affection for dragons, or so her elders had said. If what they told her was true, then that meant the princess had shown her affection after Klau’den had knotted her. She gazed down at Oriane. The princess’ slender form trembled as they laid on their sides while still connected by her knot, golden-brown locks spilling down a delicate back that seemed to curl with a shiver. The dragon wondered if the human princess was cold. To Klau’den, that felt impossible. It’s as if the room had suddenly raised in temperature from a pleasant warmth that began to spread from where the princess had laid her gentle kiss. Even the tip of her tail felt warm, now. It had been many years since she had felt another’s affection, the memory only a blur - possibly her mother when she was still just a hatchling herself. Dragon social and mating customs varied. Storm dragons, few as they were, tended to move around and mate with whatever available female was nearby before moving on. Their kind tended to be reclusive, only meeting for breeding and - rarely - a gathering with the elders. So, their mating behaviors matched. Storm dragons did not take life long mates and the sires did not stick long enough to see their broods being hatched.

The dragon gazed down at the delicate form of Oriane’s back… Well, Klau’den was not the type of dragon that would let her breeding female catch a sickness from the cold if she could help it. The dragon wanted healthy broods from the princess, after all.

“The castle has been abandoned for many years now. Many walls have crumbled, leading to cold drafts being common. There is a fireplace the humans used long ago in this main room.” She gestured with her snout at the grand fireplace, empty of logs but seemingly capable of heating up an entire castle room. “After our mating, I will find wood to fill it with as well as food. Fertile as you are, all females need nourishment to feed their young.” One of Klau’den’s massive wings spread open before curling protectively over her human’s resting form, creating a cover to stop any incoming cold drafts of air. Her tail curled around Oriane’s hips and pulled the princess back against her, their bodies flushed together. The movement caused her knot to grind against clenching, stretched walls that seemed to tighten further, milking her relentlessly for her seed. A gush of warmth was pulled from her then, spilling deeply into the princess. Klau’den shuddered, wondering just how much seed the princess would be able to pull from her. A little thought sparked at the back of her head, tiny and hopeful and all so very confusing. If we mated once more… would she kiss me again?

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Oriane gave a soft start at the sound of the dragon’s voice, surprise flashing through her eyes as she turned to look up. Instead of the mockery or disdain she had been expecting in response to her kiss, the dragon only spoke of…warming her and feeding her. Of…caring…for her.

‘No, not caring for me like…that,’ she reminded herself, trying to instantly quell the little flutter of hope she was almost too embarrassed by to even acknowledge. ‘She’s caring for my body. For…for–’

Just then she felt the dragon’s tail shift around her hips and draw her close; sparking a gasp and a hard shudder of pleasure as that knot shifted inside her and another rush of warmth spilled into her body. That made three. Three times that the dragon had filled her with seed. Three times she had felt that searing heat flooding her so deeply. She once again felt that flutter of hope rippling through her chest, making her heart skip a beat, and once again immediately trying to push it all away. What the dragon spoke of…what she continued to insist would happen…it couldn’t be. Remember the prince. Remember how many times he spilled his seed into you and it never took. Not once…

Yet despite her deep, lingering fear that she truly was incapable of having children, she found that the more this dragon spilled seed into her body…the more she spoke of the princess carrying her brood as if it were a certainty…the more she actually almost started to believe her. It was hard to try and argue against it when she could feel her inner walls tightening–near throbbing– around the dragon’s knot; eager to take in more of the dragon’s seed.

…But what if…?

She remained quiet for a moment longer, offering a distracted little nod to show that she had heard the dragon speak, before finally mustering up what courage she could and asking in the faintest whisper of a voice:

“…What will be done with me…should I fail to conceive?”

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Klau’den was left baffled at Oriane’s question. Did the princess really still think the dragon’s seed wouldn’t take, even with her knot lodged firmly inside her? Well, Oriane had said her previous human mate’s seed couldn’t despite their many breeding attempts - Klau’den tried to ignore the sudden spark of… something she felt just thinking of another claiming this female, this princess, that was now hers.

She’s taking my knot now, not his, Klau’den huffed silently to herself. I would bet the treasure rooms of all my elders that I’m much more virile than that worthless human male…

But surely, the princess must know how utterly fertile she smelled to the dragon, right? In previous years, before she had settled in this abandoned castle, she had caught the trace scents of other females ready to be bred. Somehow, this human’s scent… was far more fertile to her than any of those other dragons. So much more. Still, the princess clearly wasn’t going to believe it until Klau’den filled her with a whole clutch of eggs.

Might as well play along with her, The dragon sighed and lowered her head on top of the cool marble floor, eyes closing as she settled for a lazy nap. “If that happens,” - which it won’t because I’m not some inferior little prince who doesn’t know his own knot from his dick -”I’m not giving up my castle just yet. But as long as you don’t bring a mob to my gates, I don’t mind sharing.” The dragon’s maw opened widely to let out a yawn, the sound low and rumbling. Her tongue curled briefly before her maw closed shut, head slumping back down onto the floor once again.

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The princess did the opposite of settle; her arm slipping beneath her as she shifted, turning to look at Klau'den more directly. Though her hips only shifted ever so slightly with the motion, it was enough to send a small shiver rippling down her spine, sparking a moan that she tried to bite back. It amazed her just how instantly her body reacted to even the slightest movement between them, how her slick inner walls were quick to clench around the dragon’s knot the second it seemed as though they might break apart. Did she truly want to carry the creature’s brood that much?

Her soft emerald eyes gazed for a long while at the storm dragon resting beside her, finding it strange just how…tame…she seemed in that moment. Like a domesticated dog or a cat lounging by the hearth on a lazy afternoon. In fact, the princess had seen family pets who looked more threatening when they slept than this dragon did. And when she spoke, she sounded so…nonchalant.

“You…would not mind if I remained here in the castle, even if I did not fall pregnant with your brood?” She asked softly after a moment, a glimmer of curiosity, of deep intrigue, rising in her eyes. “You would not simply…kill me?”

In truth, that had been what she had expected her prince to do when he had her dragged out to an abandoned castle in the first place. She thought he was going to have his guards execute her in seclusion and simply announce to the court and his people that she had fallen prey to a tragic accident or illness. ‘And that may well have been his plan,’ Oriane thought to herself. 'Until they made the unexpected discovery that the castle was not quite so abandoned as they first thought.’

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Stars above, Klau’den bit back a low snarl of pleasure from the sudden clenching of that tight, utterly drenched heat. She needs to stop moving. This princess will leave me dry before the end of my knot if she continues tightening like this...

Hearing those questions from Oriane, Klau’den opened an eye to gaze back, regarding her silently. Then, “Tell me, princess. Do your kind kill their females when a sire’s seed does not take?” The dragon’s head raised slowly, now peering directly into emerald green with electric blue, a monstrous power hidden beneath their depths. “If so, then humans would not be swarming this land like pests, advancing onto the territories of others with countless, endless numbers.” Klau’den silently wondered if maybe then - her kind wouldn’t have been hunted to near extinction. The thought made her tired. “I will not kill a female for my seed not taking, Princess Oriane.” She lowered her head for the last time, intent on sleeping away the sudden empty feeling within her. “Be it my failings or yours.” Klau’den did not mention how the idea of killing her made the dragon’s chest tighten.

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An Heir and A Spare

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It would have been impossible to truly prepare the princess for what she would feel the second her folds gave way and the dragon’s massive knot slowly pushed inside her. The feeling of the dragon’s shaft stretching her wide enough to take it in had been an overpowering sensation in and of it self. But now with this knot…. Oriane’s cry rang throughout the throne room as she felt her inner walls squeeze at the knot, naturally securing it in place, as her hips continued to buck helplessly against it. She was panting hard, her green eyes seeming to almost glow with intensity as she gazed up at the dragon. This was it. This powerful dragon was about to make her a mother. A weak little shiver ran through her, causing her body to tremble harder. How long had it been now since she first began trying to become a mother? How many nights had her prince taken her, slamming his cock unrelentingly into her body and pumping her full of as much seed as he was able? It was strange for her to think back on her time with the prince, realizing only then that his passion had contained no more love for her than the dragon’s did. And yet… ‘As you wish princess’. That’s what the dragon had said in response to her plea. Had ever such a phrase left her prince’s mouth in all the time they were together? He had seemed too single-minded in his quest to have time to care for her desires. Even on their wedding night, when the celebrations had lasted well into the early morning hours, and all she wanted to do was lie with him and sleep…he had fucked her viciously at least three times before finally passing out himself. In a strange way, this dragon was far more gentle with her in their first time together than the prince was over the entire course of their marriage. Oriane’s slick inner walls tightened a little around the dragon’s massive shaft, sparking another deep moan in her. She turned her head to look back at Klau'den, a peculiar expression of almost wonder shimmering in her eyes. “…T-thank you…”

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Despite stating earlier that she would make the princess take her entirely, Klau’den was impressed by how well this delicate and slender human was able to take all of her. There was a certain type of strength within the princess, most definitely.

Stars above, Klau’den thought almost deliriously with pleasure as her knot was clenched and squeezed by the tightest vice possible, Oriane’s walls milking a sudden gush of hot, thick seed from her shaft - the cum heavy and plenty as it was aimed into that tight cervix, the head of her cock pressed directly against it. I feel like a hatchling going through their first rut…

“I said you would take all of me,” She bit back the pleasured groan that threatened to slip through her throat. The dragon bucked her hips slowly, grinding the knot against those walls to stimulate the human princess beneath to pull another orgasm from her. After all, it was common sense to stimulate and pleasure her female for a higher chance of getting her seed to take. “And now you have. Think… nothing of it, princess.” Klau’den ignored that small warmth that seemed to once again settle within her and focused instead on flooding the princess’ womb with her seed.

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Oriane’s eyes flashed wide, her pupils dilating and her lips parting in a soundless cry, as she felt that first hot gush of the dragon’s seed shoot inside her. It felt nothing like the countless times her prince had spilled his seed in her; this was deep, powerful, and unrelenting. She could feel the tip of the dragon’s cock pulsating in her tight inner walls, pumping each burst of seed as deep as it could go. And there was so, so much….

She hadn’t even noticed her own arm reaching back, not realizing her desire to further their contact until the moment her slender fingers curled in a tender grip around the dragon’s powerful forearm. Somehow, it just seemed…right…to do. For reasons she couldn’t fully explain, she wanted nothing more than to just touch the dragon…to feel those smooth scales against her skin…to cling to her as she felt herself reach that breaking point where her body stiffened and she tossed her head back with a scream–

Her orgasm hit her then, even harder and more suddenly than the first. Her fingers gripped tight to the dragon’s arm as her back arched and a wave of heated liquid gushed over the dragon’s shaft; squirting out between her legs. had she not been holding on to Klau’den with such an iron grip, she would have likely collapsed right to the floor. As it happened, she managed to keep herself mostly upright; her hips bucking with an intense fervor as she rode out her orgasm. Her already tight cunt didn’t waste any time in tightening, contracting and squeezing around the dragon’s massive knot as if to try and trigger another burst of seed.

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Klau’den’s tail thrashed behind her sharply, her claws digging into the marble floor as she was suddenly milked once more and so quickly by the princess, her seed forced out in hot gushes that left the dragon shuddering and scaled chest heaving. Forget being in a rut… this human is… something else entirely.. Klau’den thought with a shudder as she shifted forward, bringing her body closer and raising a forearm underneath Oriane to support the trembling girl, their hips still firmly attached with her thick, engorged knot locking her inside the princess.

The dragon noticed the tender grip on her other forearm.

If Klau’den lowered them slowly onto the marble floor, tucking the princess almost protectively against her side until they found a comfortable position to rest - well. It was simply due to her somewhat tired state. Her tail settled lazily over Oriane’s hips, incidentally offering the slender girl more cover against the cold, castle air.

“You should rest while you can, princess. We shall continue until I scent that you will be heavy with my brood.” But even now, Klau’den could tell from the utter fertile scent that the princess seemed to always carry… one time would be more than enough to have her seed take.

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The princess barely seemed aware of her surroundings, of being gently lowered to the floor or of the dragon’s surprisingly gentle murmurs; her mind left reeling from the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced in her life. It wasn’t until she felt Klau’den’s tail gently drape over her bare hips that she really ‘came to’; her head turning and her soft green eyes meeting electric blue. Her lips parted as if to speak, feeling that she should surely say something…but whatever words initially came to mind were immediately lost to thoughts of how warm Klau’den’s seed feels in her belly, how wide that knot is stretching her folds. Unable to speak, her lips slowly close, simply watching the dragon in silence.

Then…

The next thing either of them knew, Oriane’s soft lips were pressing against Klau’den’s smooth scales in a kiss; remarkably gentle, remarkably tender. It lasted only a few seconds, but when she finally drew back, her face had taken on a soft shade of pink. A touch of shyness flickered through her eyes, and she quickly dipped her head, feeling both embarrassed and utterly bewildered with herself. Why had she done that? This dragon did not feel any affection for her. They weren’t some married couple on their wedding night–they weren’t even lovers. So why…?

The princess slowly turned back so that she was once again facing away from the dragon, settling in quietly at her side as she took a moment to rest. Rest…and wait to see what the dragon would do in response to one foolish human princess who had been inclined to kiss her after an intense round of breeding. Gods above–Oriane’s hand shifted to rest over her belly, a shiver rippling down her spine. There had been nothing but determination in the dragon’s voice when she said that the princess would take her seed and would bear her a healthy brood, and Oriane didn’t doubt it in the slightest. But what if…what if the dragon’s seed didn’t take? Her husband had tried and failed countless times to conceive an heir in her. What if it was because she was broken…useless…just as her prince had told her just before ordering his men to seize her and drag her out to this ‘abandoned’ castle? What would this dragon do to her, if she failed her in the same way?

She tucked her arms in close, just shy of hugging herself, as she tried not to let her imagination run too wild with fear.

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The dragon wasn’t fairly knowledgeable in some human customs. Fighting? Yes. Post mating habits? Not necessarily. Klau’den did know the bare basics of what a kiss meant, however - it was something very similar to nuzzling with affection for dragons, or so her elders had said. If what they told her was true, then that meant the princess had shown her affection after Klau’den had knotted her. She gazed down at Oriane. The princess’ slender form trembled as they laid on their sides while still connected by her knot, golden-brown locks spilling down a delicate back that seemed to curl with a shiver. The dragon wondered if the human princess was cold. To Klau’den, that felt impossible. It’s as if the room had suddenly raised in temperature from a pleasant warmth that began to spread from where the princess had laid her gentle kiss. Even the tip of her tail felt warm, now. It had been many years since she had felt another’s affection, the memory only a blur - possibly her mother when she was still just a hatchling herself. Dragon social and mating customs varied. Storm dragons, few as they were, tended to move around and mate with whatever available female was nearby before moving on. Their kind tended to be reclusive, only meeting for breeding and - rarely - a gathering with the elders. So, their mating behaviors matched. Storm dragons did not take life long mates and the sires did not stick long enough to see their broods being hatched.

The dragon gazed down at the delicate form of Oriane’s back… Well, Klau’den was not the type of dragon that would let her breeding female catch a sickness from the cold if she could help it. The dragon wanted healthy broods from the princess, after all.

“The castle has been abandoned for many years now. Many walls have crumbled, leading to cold drafts being common. There is a fireplace the humans used long ago in this main room.” She gestured with her snout at the grand fireplace, empty of logs but seemingly capable of heating up an entire castle room. “After our mating, I will find wood to fill it with as well as food. Fertile as you are, all females need nourishment to feed their young.” One of Klau’den’s massive wings spread open before curling protectively over her human’s resting form, creating a cover to stop any incoming cold drafts of air. Her tail curled around Oriane’s hips and pulled the princess back against her, their bodies flushed together. The movement caused her knot to grind against clenching, stretched walls that seemed to tighten further, milking her relentlessly for her seed. A gush of warmth was pulled from her then, spilling deeply into the princess. Klau’den shuddered, wondering just how much seed the princess would be able to pull from her. A little thought sparked at the back of her head, tiny and hopeful and all so very confusing. If we mated once more… would she kiss me again?

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Oriane gave a soft start at the sound of the dragon’s voice, surprise flashing through her eyes as she turned to look up. Instead of the mockery or disdain she had been expecting in response to her kiss, the dragon only spoke of…warming her and feeding her. Of…caring…for her.

‘No, not caring for me like…that,’ she reminded herself, trying to instantly quell the little flutter of hope she was almost too embarrassed by to even acknowledge. ‘She’s caring for my body. For…for–’

Just then she felt the dragon’s tail shift around her hips and draw her close; sparking a gasp and a hard shudder of pleasure as that knot shifted inside her and another rush of warmth spilled into her body. That made three. Three times that the dragon had filled her with seed. Three times she had felt that searing heat flooding her so deeply. She once again felt that flutter of hope rippling through her chest, making her heart skip a beat, and once again immediately trying to push it all away. What the dragon spoke of…what she continued to insist would happen…it couldn’t be. Remember the prince. Remember how many times he spilled his seed into you and it never took. Not once…

Yet despite her deep, lingering fear that she truly was incapable of having children, she found that the more this dragon spilled seed into her body…the more she spoke of the princess carrying her brood as if it were a certainty…the more she actually almost started to believe her. It was hard to try and argue against it when she could feel her inner walls tightening–near throbbing– around the dragon’s knot; eager to take in more of the dragon’s seed.

…But what if…?

She remained quiet for a moment longer, offering a distracted little nod to show that she had heard the dragon speak, before finally mustering up what courage she could and asking in the faintest whisper of a voice:

“…What will be done with me…should I fail to conceive?”

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Klau’den was left baffled at Oriane’s question. Did the princess really still think the dragon’s seed wouldn’t take, even with her knot lodged firmly inside her? Well, Oriane had said her previous human mate’s seed couldn’t despite their many breeding attempts - Klau’den tried to ignore the sudden spark of... something she felt just thinking of another claiming this female, this princess, that was now hers.

She’s taking my knot now, not his, Klau’den huffed silently to herself. I would bet the treasure rooms of all my elders that I’m much more virile than that worthless human male...

But surely, the princess must know how utterly fertile she smelled to the dragon, right? In previous years, before she had settled in this abandoned castle, she had caught the trace scents of other females ready to be bred. Somehow, this human's scent... was far more fertile to her than any of those other dragons. So much more. Still, the princess clearly wasn’t going to believe it until Klau’den filled her with a whole clutch of eggs.

Might as well play along with her, The dragon sighed and lowered her head on top of the cool marble floor, eyes closing as she settled for a lazy nap. “If that happens,” - which it won’t because I’m not some inferior little prince who doesn’t know his own knot from his dick -”I’m not giving up my castle just yet. But as long as you don’t bring a mob to my gates, I don’t mind sharing.” The dragon’s maw opened widely to let out a yawn, the sound low and rumbling. Her tongue curled briefly before her maw closed shut, head slumping back down onto the floor once again.

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An Heir and A Spare

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It would have been impossible to truly prepare the princess for what she would feel the second her folds gave way and the dragon’s massive knot slowly pushed inside her. The feeling of the dragon’s shaft stretching her wide enough to take it in had been an overpowering sensation in and of it self. But now with this knot…. Oriane’s cry rang throughout the throne room as she felt her inner walls squeeze at the knot, naturally securing it in place, as her hips continued to buck helplessly against it. She was panting hard, her green eyes seeming to almost glow with intensity as she gazed up at the dragon. This was it. This powerful dragon was about to make her a mother. A weak little shiver ran through her, causing her body to tremble harder. How long had it been now since she first began trying to become a mother? How many nights had her prince taken her, slamming his cock unrelentingly into her body and pumping her full of as much seed as he was able? It was strange for her to think back on her time with the prince, realizing only then that his passion had contained no more love for her than the dragon’s did. And yet… ‘As you wish princess’. That’s what the dragon had said in response to her plea. Had ever such a phrase left her prince’s mouth in all the time they were together? He had seemed too single-minded in his quest to have time to care for her desires. Even on their wedding night, when the celebrations had lasted well into the early morning hours, and all she wanted to do was lie with him and sleep…he had fucked her viciously at least three times before finally passing out himself. In a strange way, this dragon was far more gentle with her in their first time together than the prince was over the entire course of their marriage. Oriane’s slick inner walls tightened a little around the dragon’s massive shaft, sparking another deep moan in her. She turned her head to look back at Klau'den, a peculiar expression of almost wonder shimmering in her eyes. “…T-thank you…”

pawsoflightning

Despite stating earlier that she would make the princess take her entirely, Klau’den was impressed by how well this delicate and slender human was able to take all of her. There was a certain type of strength within the princess, most definitely.

Stars above, Klau’den thought almost deliriously with pleasure as her knot was clenched and squeezed by the tightest vice possible, Oriane’s walls milking a sudden gush of hot, thick seed from her shaft - the cum heavy and plenty as it was aimed into that tight cervix, the head of her cock pressed directly against it. I feel like a hatchling going through their first rut…

“I said you would take all of me,” She bit back the pleasured groan that threatened to slip through her throat. The dragon bucked her hips slowly, grinding the knot against those walls to stimulate the human princess beneath to pull another orgasm from her. After all, it was common sense to stimulate and pleasure her female for a higher chance of getting her seed to take. “And now you have. Think… nothing of it, princess.” Klau’den ignored that small warmth that seemed to once again settle within her and focused instead on flooding the princess’ womb with her seed.

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Oriane’s eyes flashed wide, her pupils dilating and her lips parting in a soundless cry, as she felt that first hot gush of the dragon’s seed shoot inside her. It felt nothing like the countless times her prince had spilled his seed in her; this was deep, powerful, and unrelenting. She could feel the tip of the dragon’s cock pulsating in her tight inner walls, pumping each burst of seed as deep as it could go. And there was so, so much….

She hadn’t even noticed her own arm reaching back, not realizing her desire to further their contact until the moment her slender fingers curled in a tender grip around the dragon’s powerful forearm. Somehow, it just seemed…right…to do. For reasons she couldn’t fully explain, she wanted nothing more than to just touch the dragon…to feel those smooth scales against her skin…to cling to her as she felt herself reach that breaking point where her body stiffened and she tossed her head back with a scream–

Her orgasm hit her then, even harder and more suddenly than the first. Her fingers gripped tight to the dragon’s arm as her back arched and a wave of heated liquid gushed over the dragon’s shaft; squirting out between her legs. had she not been holding on to Klau’den with such an iron grip, she would have likely collapsed right to the floor. As it happened, she managed to keep herself mostly upright; her hips bucking with an intense fervor as she rode out her orgasm. Her already tight cunt didn’t waste any time in tightening, contracting and squeezing around the dragon’s massive knot as if to try and trigger another burst of seed.

pawsoflightning

Klau’den’s tail thrashed behind her sharply, her claws digging into the marble floor as she was suddenly milked once more and so quickly by the princess, her seed forced out in hot gushes that left the dragon shuddering and scaled chest heaving. Forget being in a rut… this human is… something else entirely.. Klau’den thought with a shudder as she shifted forward, bringing her body closer and raising a forearm underneath Oriane to support the trembling girl, their hips still firmly attached with her thick, engorged knot locking her inside the princess.

The dragon noticed the tender grip on her other forearm.

If Klau’den lowered them slowly onto the marble floor, tucking the princess almost protectively against her side until they found a comfortable position to rest - well. It was simply due to her somewhat tired state. Her tail settled lazily over Oriane’s hips, incidentally offering the slender girl more cover against the cold, castle air.

“You should rest while you can, princess. We shall continue until I scent that you will be heavy with my brood.” But even now, Klau’den could tell from the utter fertile scent that the princess seemed to always carry… one time would be more than enough to have her seed take.

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The princess barely seemed aware of her surroundings, of being gently lowered to the floor or of the dragon’s surprisingly gentle murmurs; her mind left reeling from the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced in her life. It wasn’t until she felt Klau’den’s tail gently drape over her bare hips that she really ‘came to’; her head turning and her soft green eyes meeting electric blue. Her lips parted as if to speak, feeling that she should surely say something…but whatever words initially came to mind were immediately lost to thoughts of how warm Klau’den’s seed feels in her belly, how wide that knot is stretching her folds. Unable to speak, her lips slowly close, simply watching the dragon in silence.

Then…

The next thing either of them knew, Oriane’s soft lips were pressing against Klau’den’s smooth scales in a kiss; remarkably gentle, remarkably tender. It lasted only a few seconds, but when she finally drew back, her face had taken on a soft shade of pink. A touch of shyness flickered through her eyes, and she quickly dipped her head, feeling both embarrassed and utterly bewildered with herself. Why had she done that? This dragon did not feel any affection for her. They weren’t some married couple on their wedding night–they weren’t even lovers. So why…?

The princess slowly turned back so that she was once again facing away from the dragon, settling in quietly at her side as she took a moment to rest. Rest…and wait to see what the dragon would do in response to one foolish human princess who had been inclined to kiss her after an intense round of breeding. Gods above–Oriane’s hand shifted to rest over her belly, a shiver rippling down her spine. There had been nothing but determination in the dragon’s voice when she said that the princess would take her seed and would bear her a healthy brood, and Oriane didn’t doubt it in the slightest. But what if…what if the dragon’s seed didn’t take? Her husband had tried and failed countless times to conceive an heir in her. What if it was because she was broken…useless…just as her prince had told her just before ordering his men to seize her and drag her out to this ‘abandoned’ castle? What would this dragon do to her, if she failed her in the same way?

She tucked her arms in close, just shy of hugging herself, as she tried not to let her imagination run too wild with fear.

pawsoflightning

The dragon wasn’t fairly knowledgeable in some human customs. Fighting? Yes. Post mating habits? Not necessarily. Klau’den did know the bare basics of what a kiss meant, however - it was something very similar to nuzzling with affection for dragons, or so her elders had said. If what they told her was true, then that meant the princess had shown her affection after Klau’den had knotted her. She gazed down at Oriane. The princess’ slender form trembled as they laid on their sides while still connected by her knot, golden-brown locks spilling down a delicate back that seemed to curl with a shiver. The dragon wondered if the human princess was cold. To Klau’den, that felt impossible. It’s as if the room had suddenly raised in temperature from a pleasant warmth that began to spread from where the princess had laid her gentle kiss. Even the tip of her tail felt warm, now. It had been many years since she had felt another’s affection, the memory only a blur - possibly her mother when she was still just a hatchling herself. Dragon social and mating customs varied. Storm dragons, few as they were, tended to move around and mate with whatever available female was nearby before moving on. Their kind tended to be reclusive, only meeting for breeding and - rarely - a gathering with the elders. So, their mating behaviors matched. Storm dragons did not take life long mates and the sires did not stick long enough to see their broods being hatched.

The dragon gazed down at the delicate form of Oriane’s back... Well, Klau’den was not the type of dragon that would let her breeding female catch a sickness from the cold if she could help it. The dragon wanted healthy broods from the princess, after all.

“The castle has been abandoned for many years now. Many walls have crumbled, leading to cold drafts being common. There is a fireplace the humans used long ago in this main room.” She gestured with her snout at the grand fireplace, empty of logs but seemingly capable of heating up an entire castle room. “After our mating, I will find wood to fill it with as well as food. Fertile as you are, all females need nourishment to feed their young.” One of Klau’den’s massive wings spread open before curling protectively over her human’s resting form, creating a cover to stop any incoming cold drafts of air. Her tail curled around Oriane’s hips and pulled the princess back against her, their bodies flushed together. The movement caused her knot to grind against clenching, stretched walls that seemed to tighten further, milking her relentlessly for her seed. A gush of warmth was pulled from her then, spilling deeply into the princess. Klau’den shuddered, wondering just how much seed the princess would be able to pull from her. A little thought sparked at the back of her head, tiny and hopeful and all so very confusing. If we mated once more... would she kiss me again?

afantasyofshadows

An Heir and A Spare

afantasyofshadows

It would have been impossible to truly prepare the princess for what she would feel the second her folds gave way and the dragon’s massive knot slowly pushed inside her. The feeling of the dragon’s shaft stretching her wide enough to take it in had been an overpowering sensation in and of it self. But now with this knot…. Oriane’s cry rang throughout the throne room as she felt her inner walls squeeze at the knot, naturally securing it in place, as her hips continued to buck helplessly against it. She was panting hard, her green eyes seeming to almost glow with intensity as she gazed up at the dragon. This was it. This powerful dragon was about to make her a mother. A weak little shiver ran through her, causing her body to tremble harder. How long had it been now since she first began trying to become a mother? How many nights had her prince taken her, slamming his cock unrelentingly into her body and pumping her full of as much seed as he was able? It was strange for her to think back on her time with the prince, realizing only then that his passion had contained no more love for her than the dragon’s did. And yet… ‘As you wish princess’. That’s what the dragon had said in response to her plea. Had ever such a phrase left her prince’s mouth in all the time they were together? He had seemed too single-minded in his quest to have time to care for her desires. Even on their wedding night, when the celebrations had lasted well into the early morning hours, and all she wanted to do was lie with him and sleep…he had fucked her viciously at least three times before finally passing out himself. In a strange way, this dragon was far more gentle with her in their first time together than the prince was over the entire course of their marriage. Oriane’s slick inner walls tightened a little around the dragon’s massive shaft, sparking another deep moan in her. She turned her head to look back at Klau'den, a peculiar expression of almost wonder shimmering in her eyes. “…T-thank you…”

pawsoflightning

Despite stating earlier that she would make the princess take her entirely, Klau’den was impressed by how well this delicate and slender human was able to take all of her. There was a certain type of strength within the princess, most definitely.

Stars above, Klau’den thought almost deliriously with pleasure as her knot was clenched and squeezed by the tightest vice possible, Oriane’s walls milking a sudden gush of hot, thick seed from her shaft - the cum heavy and plenty as it was aimed into that tight cervix, the head of her cock pressed directly against it. I feel like a hatchling going through their first rut…

“I said you would take all of me,” She bit back the pleasured groan that threatened to slip through her throat. The dragon bucked her hips slowly, grinding the knot against those walls to stimulate the human princess beneath to pull another orgasm from her. After all, it was common sense to stimulate and pleasure her female for a higher chance of getting her seed to take. “And now you have. Think… nothing of it, princess.” Klau’den ignored that small warmth that seemed to once again settle within her and focused instead on flooding the princess’ womb with her seed.

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Oriane’s eyes flashed wide, her pupils dilating and her lips parting in a soundless cry, as she felt that first hot gush of the dragon’s seed shoot inside her. It felt nothing like the countless times her prince had spilled his seed in her; this was deep, powerful, and unrelenting. She could feel the tip of the dragon’s cock pulsating in her tight inner walls, pumping each burst of seed as deep as it could go. And there was so, so much….

She hadn’t even noticed her own arm reaching back, not realizing her desire to further their contact until the moment her slender fingers curled in a tender grip around the dragon’s powerful forearm. Somehow, it just seemed…right…to do. For reasons she couldn’t fully explain, she wanted nothing more than to just touch the dragon…to feel those smooth scales against her skin…to cling to her as she felt herself reach that breaking point where her body stiffened and she tossed her head back with a scream–

Her orgasm hit her then, even harder and more suddenly than the first. Her fingers gripped tight to the dragon’s arm as her back arched and a wave of heated liquid gushed over the dragon’s shaft; squirting out between her legs. had she not been holding on to Klau’den with such an iron grip, she would have likely collapsed right to the floor. As it happened, she managed to keep herself mostly upright; her hips bucking with an intense fervor as she rode out her orgasm. Her already tight cunt didn’t waste any time in tightening, contracting and squeezing around the dragon’s massive knot as if to try and trigger another burst of seed.

pawsoflightning

Klau’den’s tail thrashed behind her sharply, her claws digging into the marble floor as she was suddenly milked once more and so quickly by the princess, her seed forced out in hot gushes that left the dragon shuddering and scaled chest heaving. Forget being in a rut... this human is... something else entirely.. Klau’den thought with a shudder as she shifted forward, bringing her body closer and raising a forearm underneath Oriane to support the trembling girl, their hips still firmly attached with her thick, engorged knot locking her inside the princess.

The dragon noticed the tender grip on her other forearm.

If Klau’den lowered them slowly onto the marble floor, tucking the princess almost protectively against her side until they found a comfortable position to rest - well. It was simply due to her somewhat tired state. Her tail settled lazily over Oriane’s hips, incidentally offering the slender girl more cover against the cold, castle air.

“You should rest while you can, princess. We shall continue until I scent that you will be heavy with my brood.” But even now, Klau’den could tell from the utter fertile scent that the princess seemed to always carry... one time would be more than enough to have her seed take.

afantasyofshadows

An Heir and A Spare

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It would have been impossible to truly prepare the princess for what she would feel the second her folds gave way and the dragon’s massive knot slowly pushed inside her. The feeling of the dragon’s shaft stretching her wide enough to take it in had been an overpowering sensation in and of it self. But now with this knot…. Oriane’s cry rang throughout the throne room as she felt her inner walls squeeze at the knot, naturally securing it in place, as her hips continued to buck helplessly against it. She was panting hard, her green eyes seeming to almost glow with intensity as she gazed up at the dragon. This was it. This powerful dragon was about to make her a mother. A weak little shiver ran through her, causing her body to tremble harder. How long had it been now since she first began trying to become a mother? How many nights had her prince taken her, slamming his cock unrelentingly into her body and pumping her full of as much seed as he was able? It was strange for her to think back on her time with the prince, realizing only then that his passion had contained no more love for her than the dragon’s did. And yet… ‘As you wish princess’. That’s what the dragon had said in response to her plea. Had ever such a phrase left her prince’s mouth in all the time they were together? He had seemed too single-minded in his quest to have time to care for her desires. Even on their wedding night, when the celebrations had lasted well into the early morning hours, and all she wanted to do was lie with him and sleep…he had fucked her viciously at least three times before finally passing out himself. In a strange way, this dragon was far more gentle with her in their first time together than the prince was over the entire course of their marriage. Oriane’s slick inner walls tightened a little around the dragon’s massive shaft, sparking another deep moan in her. She turned her head to look back at Klau'den, a peculiar expression of almost wonder shimmering in her eyes. “…T-thank you…”

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Despite stating earlier that she would make the princess take her entirely, Klau’den was impressed by how well this delicate and slender human was able to take all of her. There was a certain type of strength within the princess, most definitely.

Stars above, Klau’den thought almost deliriously with pleasure as her knot was clenched and squeezed by the tightest vice possible, Oriane’s walls milking a sudden gush of hot, thick seed from her shaft - the cum heavy and plenty as it was aimed into that tight cervix, the head of her cock pressed directly against it. I feel like a hatchling going through their first rut...

“I said you would take all of me,” She bit back the pleasured groan that threatened to slip through her throat. The dragon bucked her hips slowly, grinding the knot against those walls to stimulate the human princess beneath to pull another orgasm from her. After all, it was common sense to stimulate and pleasure her female for a higher chance of getting her seed to take. “And now you have. Think... nothing of it, princess.” Klau’den ignored that small warmth that seemed to once again settle within her and focused instead on flooding the princess’ womb with her seed.

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An Heir and A Spare

That was what had been demanded of the Princess Oriane–an heir and a spare. And when she had failed to provide even one to her prince, she was exiled to the far corner of their kingdom, left to rot in a castle long since abandoned. It was said that the castle was haunted; the home of the cursed. All who entered were doomed never to leave again, for there was a beast that stalked the grounds at night, and was always hungry for its next victim. And so Oriane herself had believed the tales…until the very night she had met the beast first hand.

A dragon.

Terror had gripped he princess so strongly that she hadn’t been able to control her words when the creature asked who she was and why she had been sent there. Every detail of her failure to produce an heir for her husband spilled from her lips, and the dragon had listened and watched in careful contemplation. The princess learned very quickly that the dragon–though female–was capable of altering her sex for the purpose of reproduction…and, as it happened, there were no other dragons remaining in the area to select as a mate.

And so it was that the princess found herself, now on her hands and knees in the remnants of the castle throne room, while her captor encircled her trembling form and lapped at her entrance, making her nice and wet.

“P-please…” Oriane’s voice trembled as much as her newly bared form as she spoke, biting her lip as she felt her entrance grow wet, despite herself. “I…I-I’m not a suitable mate for you, Mistress…if I could not give my own husband an heir, how could I possibly carry your offspring?”

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Klau’den parted Oriane’s legs with her snout, her long tongue spreading the princess’ slick folds easily, eager to taste more of the girl that would soon bear her young. Despite her pleas, her smaller body was clearly responding to the gray scaled dragon’s actions. Good. Klau’den would have to prepare her well before she could take her size and eggs.

“Do not compare me to that pathetic human, princess.” Her words came out as a deep, smoky growl. It carried a hint of amusement. Klau’den lapped heavily against Oriane’s folds before burrowing her snout against her cunt, taking in her scent. “You smell fertile and ready. I have no doubt you’ll bear me plenty of hatchlings. It was your pathetic human mate’s seed that could not take. Make no mistake - he was weak. But now you are mine. And you will take my seed,” the gray dragon snarled, her tongue probing against Oriane’s cunt to find that little opening and finally press inside.

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The princess’s eyes flashed wide as a gasp tore from her lips, the sound sharp and breathless and utterly raw. Klau'den’s tongue was unlike anything she had ever felt before, and it sent a powerful shudder rippling through her body, causing her hips to buck reflexively and–coincidentally–force the dragon’s tongue in deeper. Her slender fingers curled sharply against the marble floor, scraping at the surface in a vain attempt to grip, as she felt a fresh wave of wetness moisten her entrance. She knew the dragon could feel it. She knew she was helpless to hide her arousal, no matter how desperately she wanted to deny it. There was nothing, absolutely nothing, that she could do. She was entirely at the gray-scaled creature’s mercy. A soft whimper-like noise escaped her at the thought; her teeth lightly sinking into her lower lip in an attempt to muffle the sound. “P-please…” she begged, trying desperately to deny that the dragon’s words sparked any comfort or arousal or even longing within her. “I can’t…I-I’m not…you can’t possibly mean for me to carry more than one–” Her voice cut short in a tense moan, her eyes clenching shut as she felt her slick inner walls squeeze tighter about the dragon’s tongue–another undeniable sign of arousal that she tried so hard to will away.

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Klau’den’s tail flickered behind her, pleased at the sounds her human mate was making. She nudged her snout closer, her thick tongue pressing deeper into Oriane’s tightening walls. A low growl rumbled through her chest at the thought of feeling that same heat tightening around her knot, clenching and milking for her seed.

“You will. I am a storm dragon,” Her cock slowly eased out of its protective sheathe as it began to lengthen from the princess’ arousing scent and slick. “My kind are strong but few and I have yet to sire. I will have you swollen and heavy with multiple young, princess. And when you birth them… you will give me more.” Klau’den promised, her voice heavy with arousal and possession.

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“M-more?” repeated Oriane, her breath catching in her throat as her bright eyes flashed wide. She would have dearly loved to say that the sensation that rippled down her spine at the thought was one of terror. She wished so very badly that her body would put on some form of resistance; that she would thrash and scream and fight tooth and nail just to keep this creature from flooding her womb with it’s seed. She wanted so desperately to block out any and all imaginings of herself kneeling before Klau'den just as she was now, only with her belly so swollen with the dragon’s brood that it brushed against the floor.

But she couldn’t.

“I…I-I can’t…” She repeated the words almost in a mantra, a helpless attempt at convincing herself that the dragon didn’t fill her with a longing that she had never before known with her human husband. “I can’t…please, I can’t…I ca–”

Her voice died in her throat as her head bowed, just in time to see the dragon’s massive shaft begin to emerge from it’s sheath. All at once, Oriane’s heart skipped a beat in her chest; her inner walls almost pulsating about Klau'den’s tongue, squeezing and contracting as if in longing. Longing for more. Longing for seed.

“…O-oh my god…”

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A low, rumbling sound similar to thunder rose from deep within Klau’den’s chest as the dragon chuckled, not fooled by princess’ poor attempts at trying to dissuade her. Klau’den could feel Oriane’s cunt contracting longingly around her tongue, the girl’s juices practically dripping down her maw and onto the marble floor beneath them. This human was more than ready to be taken and bred. The thought of her swollen and heavy with her brood, legs spread and dripping with her seed as she took her knot - the dragon’s muscular body tightened and flexed as she restrained herself from suddenly mounting the girl. Her wings flapped sharply behind her to try and ease the tension throughout her body. The storm dragon had to remind herself that this was not a dragon she would be taking, but a slender, delicate human girl. Her dragon self towered over the girl easily. Still, Klau’den was not exactly known for her patience and feeling the heavy weight of her heavy shaft between her legs made her much less so.

“You will take all of me, princess.” She growled softly as she slowly pulled her tongue out from that addictive, clenching heat, her sharp teeth carefully kept away from Oriane’s delicate skin. So delicate, this human. She would have to be careful not to ruin her human mate. “And if you can’t, you will learn.” Klau’den braced herself above Oriane, their difference in size more obvious than ever as she towered over the princess, her claws sinking deep into the marble floor with terrifying ease. The dragon pressed the head of her throbbing, bright red shaft against the princess’ drooling cunt, shifting her hips to try and ease the broad head past that tiny opening. A low snarl of frustration left her as it refused to push through, the slit too small for her to press in. Her claws sunk in deeper into the floor, her ears flickering with irritation as she kept her bestial need to just mount and pound that tight little cunt until it was utterly wrecked by her cock.

“Spread yourself open for me, princess.”

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The sound that escaped from Oriane’s lips when she first felt the head of Klau'den’s cock press against her cunt was near inhuman; a guttural cry that got caught in a gasp and ended in a desperate whine. A tidal wave of sensations crashed over her all at once; the intense heat radiating from the dragon’s shaft, the size of that massive head pressed against her tight little opening, the sheer tension she could feel in Klau'den’s body as the dragon battled against the strain of trying to push inside of her. It was impossible to tell which overwhelmed her more, or which ultimately lead to her doing the unimaginable:

Shifting her weight to one hand, the other slipped away from the marble floor to rest between her legs; her fingers rubbing slowly but insistently at her already swollen clit. She never would have been able to vocalize her reasoning for doing such a thing, but in truth, she didn’t let herself dwell on that thought. Her reality, in that moment, was reduced to nothing more than trying to assist Klau'den in loosening herself enough to where she would finally be able to feel that broad head push into her cunt.

“I…I-I’ve never taken anything so big…” she confessed in a lightly trembling whisper, shifting her legs appropriately as Klau'den’s powerful hands shifted her hips to try and ease her opening. “Please…I-I…”

By then, her breathing was coming out in a faint but steady panting as her fingers continued to work at her clit, causing a fresh surge of wetness to leak from her tight little hole. Unable to help herself, the princess slid two fingers down the length of her folds, pressing very carefully into her slit…and slowly, so very carefully, easing the tight muscles loose in an attempt to spread herself for her dragon.

She liked to think it was the fear of what would happen if she didn’t attempt to spread herself open that drove her fingers. The wetness trickling down between her legs, however, gave far better evidence to suggest a completely separate feeling entirely.

“…Please…” she begged, her voice coming out in a strained little whimper as her hips rocked back against the dragon’s cock. “…Please…p-please…”

Yet the greatest part of her plea went unspoken:

…Please push it inside me…

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A firm, relentless push against that unyielding pressure until - Klau’den’s body tensed as the broad head of her massive girth finally breached Oriane, widely stretching the delicate princess’ heat. Her clawed hands dropped down to claw at the marble floor instead, afraid of suddenly hurting the girl if she held on to her.

“You are…” A strained growl, her pulsing girth slowly - so very, very slowly - inching into that tight, intoxicating heat. “…incredibly tight-” Her voice, while still holding that usual smokey and low rumbling tone, seemed to almost crack. Now, she knew why some dragons refused to mate with humans. Too small, too tight - it was all too much. The fire between her legs ached to sheathe itself completely in Oriane’s cunt - to utterly break the girl beneath her, spread her open until she’s taken every last inch of her pulsing cock. This was beyond dangerous - and addicting.

The gray scaled dragon bowed her head to try and clear her mind but it failed her as all it did was show how much of her was still outside her delicate little human. It showed her that tight little cunt, flushed red and stretched so wonderfully around her that-

A human curse word left her, eyes that seemed to glow with lightning closing shut as she exhaled deeply. “…Are - are you well, princess?” She could only imagine what the other was feeling. The size difference between their species was… definitely noticeable.

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The moment that the dragon finally managed to push the head of her massive shaft inside the princess’s dripping wet cunt, Oriane’s lips parted in a scream–but not a single sound rang out from her throat. She could not speak. She could not cry out. For that split second, she could not even breathe. There was nothing in the world but that feeling. Her entire body was wrought with tension, as tight as a wire and rendered utterly at the dragon’s mercy. The force alone of Klau'den’s head pushing inside her had made the arm supporting her grow weak, causing her upper body to sink to the floor with her hips to raise further against the dragon’s cock. It was a beautiful position–and, though Oriane didn’t know it, perfectly ideal for breeding. Her fingers curled so hard against the floor that her knuckles turned white, her nails digging against the marble with a force that threatened to crack and break them. She could feel every single strain of her body as Klau'den’s massive tip forced it’s way inside her, and it left her utterly reeling from the sensation. Her hips were left trembling as her inner walls clenched and squeezed about the head, and the friction was so heated and raw that–much to the princess’s utter embarrassment–she could feel her heated juices leaking freely from her cunt, trickling down the full length of the dragon’s shaft. It was why, in the end, she did not even attempt to verbally reply to Klau'den’s question; simply nodding her head as a whimper-like gasp bubbled up over her lips. She didn’t trust herself with words in that moment. She didn’t want to say how she truly felt at having the dragon inside of her like that. She didn’t want to confess how desperate she was to feel Klau'den push her cock in deeper.

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The initial breach was the hardest part, Klau’den knew this. Now all that was left was to see how much her delicate little mate could take. The dragon’s body tensed as she bared down on her human, her cock beginning to slowly sink in to that tight, clenching heat inch by agonizing inch.

“Even… with how slick you are - you are tighter.. than I could have ever imagined,” Klau’den grunted as Oriane’s walls clenched painfully around her, forcing her hips to instinctively buck down against that restrictive heat, feeling the girl’s trembling body easily give under her force. Her tail moved to wrap around Oriane’s thigh, easing her legs apart and further opening that tight little slit for her massive shaft.

The dragon knew that interspecies sex was possible between their kind due to their strong magic - but would this human really be able to take all of her? She knew, without a doubt, that the head of her cock would easily breach against Oriane’s cervix. Would the delicate princess be able to take her completely or break trying to? Klau’den shuddered, silently promising to keep herself in check, head bowing low to lick against the delicate neck that was bared to her thanks to this position. She couldn’t leave a mating mark on her human in this form, her teeth would be too sharp. The dragon would have to mark her princess in other ways, like stretching Oriane’s tight little cunt around her cock and filling her womb with seed.

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With each inch the dragon’s cock sank into her body, Oriane’s voice slowly began to return to her. The first sounds came in faint, high, breathless gasps, her lips still parted and straining with that ghost of a scream still lingering in her throat. Then, as she began to feel the dragon bucking insistently against her tight inner walls, her noises began to come a bit more frequently in soft, whimper-like panting. Before she knew it, her own hips were carefully but steadily bucking back against Klau'den’s shaft in desperate little thrusts, trying with a growing desperation to help push the dragon’s wide girth deeper into her body. When she felt herself succeed, when she felt her tight inner walls stretch to take that massive cock in another full inch, her voice finally broke in a cry of ecstasy.

“…D-deep…you’re getting s…s-so deep…” she panted, her voice strained from her cry and the sheer awe of being able to take in such a massive creature. “Please…I-I can’t…!”

Yet despite her continued claim, Klau'den could feel her slick inner walls continuing to stretch, the princess’s hips rocking almost pleadingly against the dragon’s cock as her body struggled to take it in deeper. The more her wet cunt tightened and squeezed, the more fervently the princess’s hips bounced against Klau'den’s shaft; becoming slowly but distinctly more reckless until–

Oriane’s green eyes flashed wide, that scream finally tearing from her throat as the head of Klau'den’s cock slid a full inch deeper with one sudden thrust–and, just as suddenly, the princess arched her back and came. Her tight inner walls clenched like a vice as burst after burst of heated wetness shot from her cunt, squirting between her legs and trickling down the full length of the dragon’s shaft. For an instant, her entire body froze.

“…Oh…o-oh my god…”

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It was impossible to keep the bestial roar from ripping through Klau’den’s throat as Oriane’s cunt clenched desperately around her cock, the princess’ juices utterly dripping down her heavy shaft and onto the marble floor. Eyes like lightning flashed and dilated, the gray dragon’s wings spreading and flapping sharply behind her as the instincts she was barely able to keep at bay finally broke through. A low, rumbling snarl that seemed to shake the castle walls rose from deep within her chest, the large windows in the room showing how the sky had started to darken - gray storm clouds flashing in the distance.

Klau’den’s could barely think through the desperate instinct to just breed her little mate, eager to fill Oriane’s womb full of her seed. The dragon’s muscular thighs, which had been kept in check from bucking too hard before, suddenly flexed as her hips slammed down, pushing that thick, drenched cock deep into Oriane’s tight little opening despite the restrictive pressure that pushed back. The force of her thrust would have sent the princess sprawling down onto the marble floor had it not been for her tail coiling securely around Oriane’s waist, keeping her braced up against her cock as she pressed deeper and deeper -pushing past those tight, clenching walls until finally - the head of her cock pressed against the delicate human’s cervix.

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There was no name for the sound that tore from Oriane’s throat when the dragon’s cock slammed inside of her. It was a vocalization of raw pain meeting pleasure; a sound of a pure abandon colliding with a passion so great her delicate human frame couldn’t possibly contain it. Her now soaking folds stretched to a girth she had never before experienced, with streams of wetness continuing to leak freely down Klau'den’s cock, now mixed with the faintest trickling of blood.

The princess’s slender body trembled almost weakly against the floor, supported now entirely by her arms and her dragon’s strong tail. For the first time, a sense of submission washed over her; feeling as though she were an animal in heat about to be bred by her mate. Klau'den’s earlier promises of filling her with seed, of impregnating the princess with their brood, were suddenly so real and overwhelming that Oriane felt a wave of lightheadedness wash over her. She had to do something, surely. She was the Princess Oriane. Now was the time to muster her courage, to try and fight back, to show that she wasn’t just some animal ready to have her womb filled with seed–

And then she felt the head of Klau'den’s cock press against her cervix, and the last flame of resistance she tried so hard to cling to extinguished like a candle.

She was the Princess Oriane…and she was going to carry this dragon’s brood in her womb.

“P-p-please!!” She cried, her voice weak and raw as her hips bucked back against Klau'den’s cock as hard as they could, doing everything in her power to force her tight, pulsating cunt to take the dragon’s cock in further. “Please…I-I can feel you…you’re pressing in so hard…so–oh!” Oriane’s head tilted back as she felt her inner walls constrict tighter around Klau'den’s cock after her thrust, almost rhythmically squeezing. “…oh g-god you’re so deep…”

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Klau’den could sense the submission of her trembling princess beneath her, Oriane’s eager little cries and mewls further driving that need to breed her thoroughly. The storm dragon continued to press and thrust until somehow, Oriane’s contracting walls sheathed her massive shaft completely - the human’s flushed red pussy leaking juices mixed with trickles of blood and stretched so wide, it didn’t seem logically possible. All that was left outside the princess’ cunt was the thick, pulsing knot that seemed to continue to widen.

“You impress me, princess.” A husky grunt against Oriane’s ear, Klau’den’s snout nuzzling against soft locks as the dragon began to pull out the massive length out of the slender girl. It felt like forever until only the head remained. “You are able to take all of me. Soon, you will take my knot and seed.” A pleased rumbling vibration rose from deep within her chest, her strong tail tightening securely around the princess’ waist as she began to push back in suddenly, loving the sensation of splitting Oriane in two as the girl writhed beneath her in a beautiful mix of pain and pleasure. “And you will be swollen with my brood, carrying so many eggs in your womb…” The dragon seemed to groan at the thought, eyes flashing with arousal as she once more pressed the tip of her head impossibly deep against Oriane’s cervix, nudging the beginning of her knot past the princess’ already fully stuffed cunt. “You will birth them before me, a strong batch of hatchlings. And I will take you once more, Princess Oriane. You alone will help me raise the numbers of my kin.”

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“K…Klau'den…"

It was the first time the princess had ever uttered the dragon’s name. It came out in a half-strangled whisper, her voice still so raw from her cries–and becoming rawer still, as the dragon slammed the full length of it’s massive cock back inside her, and another scream was torn from her throat. Yet finally she had spoken it, and in a voice laden with nothing but longing. Every inch of her body seemed utterly consumed with it; her already impossibly stretched cunt straining further to try and take in the start of Klau'den’s knot. It was the dragon’s own words that spurred her, that intense, vivid picture of what was just around the corner. The thought of having her belly swollen with a brood of eggs, of birthing them right in front of Klau'den, awoke a fire within her the likes of which she had never felt before. Even though each rough thrust of the dragon’s shaft sparked just as much pain as it did pleasure, even though she could still feel blood trickling between her thighs just as much as the wetness of her arousal…even then, she wanted to keep going. She wanted everything Klau'den said to come to fruition. She wanted to take the dragon’s knot.

“K-Klau'den…please…” her voice was weak in volume, but strong in resolve; her hips continuing their steady, desperate bucking back against the dragon’s shaft. “Please, I can’t…I-I can’t push you in deep enough on my own…your knot…i-it’s just too big…” She lightly pressed her cheek against the cool marble floor, only then realizing how warm she had become; her body glistening with a light sheen of sweat. Yet still her body continued to rock back against the dragon’s, her drenched inner walls continuing to clench and squeeze and forcibly stretch around the remaining length of that shaft.

Though that didn’t stop her from uttering one sweet, desperate plea:

“…P-please…help me…”

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A deep, powerful shudder ran through her body when she heard the princess first utter her name - that gentle sounding voice had turned raw from being so thoroughly fucked and spread on her cock. Since ancient times, names have held power, or so her elders had said. By knowing and saying one’s name, does one give another power over them. Klau’den had found it both baseless and foolish. How could simply knowing and saying one’s name ever hope to compare against conjuring a raging storm that could blast and tear through any stone building? Or sharp, deadly claws that could cleave a man in half?

As the princess beneath her repeated her name for a second time, voice breathless and pleading for the dragon to press her knot into her... her slender back glistening with sweat as soft, silky locks parted enough to offer the dragon a captivating sight of her gracefully bared neck...

Klau’den figured - maybe her elders weren’t spewing utter nonsense, after all.

“...As you wish, princess.” She was pleased her voice held firm. Inside, however, she wondered what this tiny warmth that had settled so suddenly in her was. Klau’den - while much older than the regular human - was still young and inexperienced in many ways. She bit back the irritation that came from not knowing. Right now, all she cared to do was breed this human princess and fill her with her brood.

The gray-scaled creature tightened her hold on Oriane with her tail, bracing her for the sudden intense pressure that started to build against the princess’ stretched cunt, the dragon’s knot pushing stubbornly until - Klau’den bared her sharp fangs as a snarl of pleasure ripped through her, the thickest, widest part of her shaft finally inside the trembling princess, plugging her for what would soon be load after heavy load of thick, dragon seed.

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An Heir and A Spare

That was what had been demanded of the Princess Oriane–an heir and a spare. And when she had failed to provide even one to her prince, she was exiled to the far corner of their kingdom, left to rot in a castle long since abandoned. It was said that the castle was haunted; the home of the cursed. All who entered were doomed never to leave again, for there was a beast that stalked the grounds at night, and was always hungry for its next victim. And so Oriane herself had believed the tales…until the very night she had met the beast first hand.

A dragon.

Terror had gripped he princess so strongly that she hadn’t been able to control her words when the creature asked who she was and why she had been sent there. Every detail of her failure to produce an heir for her husband spilled from her lips, and the dragon had listened and watched in careful contemplation. The princess learned very quickly that the dragon–though female–was capable of altering her sex for the purpose of reproduction…and, as it happened, there were no other dragons remaining in the area to select as a mate.

And so it was that the princess found herself, now on her hands and knees in the remnants of the castle throne room, while her captor encircled her trembling form and lapped at her entrance, making her nice and wet.

“P-please…” Oriane’s voice trembled as much as her newly bared form as she spoke, biting her lip as she felt her entrance grow wet, despite herself. “I…I-I’m not a suitable mate for you, Mistress…if I could not give my own husband an heir, how could I possibly carry your offspring?”

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Klau’den parted Oriane’s legs with her snout, her long tongue spreading the princess’ slick folds easily, eager to taste more of the girl that would soon bear her young. Despite her pleas, her smaller body was clearly responding to the gray scaled dragon’s actions. Good. Klau’den would have to prepare her well before she could take her size and eggs.

“Do not compare me to that pathetic human, princess.” Her words came out as a deep, smoky growl. It carried a hint of amusement. Klau’den lapped heavily against Oriane’s folds before burrowing her snout against her cunt, taking in her scent. “You smell fertile and ready. I have no doubt you’ll bear me plenty of hatchlings. It was your pathetic human mate’s seed that could not take. Make no mistake - he was weak. But now you are mine. And you will take my seed,” the gray dragon snarled, her tongue probing against Oriane’s cunt to find that little opening and finally press inside.

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The princess’s eyes flashed wide as a gasp tore from her lips, the sound sharp and breathless and utterly raw. Klau'den’s tongue was unlike anything she had ever felt before, and it sent a powerful shudder rippling through her body, causing her hips to buck reflexively and–coincidentally–force the dragon’s tongue in deeper. Her slender fingers curled sharply against the marble floor, scraping at the surface in a vain attempt to grip, as she felt a fresh wave of wetness moisten her entrance. She knew the dragon could feel it. She knew she was helpless to hide her arousal, no matter how desperately she wanted to deny it. There was nothing, absolutely nothing, that she could do. She was entirely at the gray-scaled creature’s mercy. A soft whimper-like noise escaped her at the thought; her teeth lightly sinking into her lower lip in an attempt to muffle the sound. “P-please…” she begged, trying desperately to deny that the dragon’s words sparked any comfort or arousal or even longing within her. “I can’t…I-I’m not…you can’t possibly mean for me to carry more than one–” Her voice cut short in a tense moan, her eyes clenching shut as she felt her slick inner walls squeeze tighter about the dragon’s tongue–another undeniable sign of arousal that she tried so hard to will away.

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Klau’den’s tail flickered behind her, pleased at the sounds her human mate was making. She nudged her snout closer, her thick tongue pressing deeper into Oriane’s tightening walls. A low growl rumbled through her chest at the thought of feeling that same heat tightening around her knot, clenching and milking for her seed.

“You will. I am a storm dragon,” Her cock slowly eased out of its protective sheathe as it began to lengthen from the princess’ arousing scent and slick. “My kind are strong but few and I have yet to sire. I will have you swollen and heavy with multiple young, princess. And when you birth them… you will give me more.” Klau’den promised, her voice heavy with arousal and possession.

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“M-more?” repeated Oriane, her breath catching in her throat as her bright eyes flashed wide. She would have dearly loved to say that the sensation that rippled down her spine at the thought was one of terror. She wished so very badly that her body would put on some form of resistance; that she would thrash and scream and fight tooth and nail just to keep this creature from flooding her womb with it’s seed. She wanted so desperately to block out any and all imaginings of herself kneeling before Klau'den just as she was now, only with her belly so swollen with the dragon’s brood that it brushed against the floor.

But she couldn’t.

“I…I-I can’t…” She repeated the words almost in a mantra, a helpless attempt at convincing herself that the dragon didn’t fill her with a longing that she had never before known with her human husband. “I can’t…please, I can’t…I ca–”

Her voice died in her throat as her head bowed, just in time to see the dragon’s massive shaft begin to emerge from it’s sheath. All at once, Oriane’s heart skipped a beat in her chest; her inner walls almost pulsating about Klau'den’s tongue, squeezing and contracting as if in longing. Longing for more. Longing for seed.

“…O-oh my god…”

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A low, rumbling sound similar to thunder rose from deep within Klau’den’s chest as the dragon chuckled, not fooled by princess’ poor attempts at trying to dissuade her. Klau’den could feel Oriane’s cunt contracting longingly around her tongue, the girl’s juices practically dripping down her maw and onto the marble floor beneath them. This human was more than ready to be taken and bred. The thought of her swollen and heavy with her brood, legs spread and dripping with her seed as she took her knot - the dragon’s muscular body tightened and flexed as she restrained herself from suddenly mounting the girl. Her wings flapped sharply behind her to try and ease the tension throughout her body. The storm dragon had to remind herself that this was not a dragon she would be taking, but a slender, delicate human girl. Her dragon self towered over the girl easily. Still, Klau’den was not exactly known for her patience and feeling the heavy weight of her heavy shaft between her legs made her much less so.

“You will take all of me, princess.” She growled softly as she slowly pulled her tongue out from that addictive, clenching heat, her sharp teeth carefully kept away from Oriane’s delicate skin. So delicate, this human. She would have to be careful not to ruin her human mate. “And if you can’t, you will learn.” Klau’den braced herself above Oriane, their difference in size more obvious than ever as she towered over the princess, her claws sinking deep into the marble floor with terrifying ease. The dragon pressed the head of her throbbing, bright red shaft against the princess’ drooling cunt, shifting her hips to try and ease the broad head past that tiny opening. A low snarl of frustration left her as it refused to push through, the slit too small for her to press in. Her claws sunk in deeper into the floor, her ears flickering with irritation as she kept her bestial need to just mount and pound that tight little cunt until it was utterly wrecked by her cock.

“Spread yourself open for me, princess.”

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The sound that escaped from Oriane’s lips when she first felt the head of Klau'den’s cock press against her cunt was near inhuman; a guttural cry that got caught in a gasp and ended in a desperate whine. A tidal wave of sensations crashed over her all at once; the intense heat radiating from the dragon’s shaft, the size of that massive head pressed against her tight little opening, the sheer tension she could feel in Klau'den’s body as the dragon battled against the strain of trying to push inside of her. It was impossible to tell which overwhelmed her more, or which ultimately lead to her doing the unimaginable:

Shifting her weight to one hand, the other slipped away from the marble floor to rest between her legs; her fingers rubbing slowly but insistently at her already swollen clit. She never would have been able to vocalize her reasoning for doing such a thing, but in truth, she didn’t let herself dwell on that thought. Her reality, in that moment, was reduced to nothing more than trying to assist Klau'den in loosening herself enough to where she would finally be able to feel that broad head push into her cunt.

“I…I-I’ve never taken anything so big…” she confessed in a lightly trembling whisper, shifting her legs appropriately as Klau'den’s powerful hands shifted her hips to try and ease her opening. “Please…I-I…”

By then, her breathing was coming out in a faint but steady panting as her fingers continued to work at her clit, causing a fresh surge of wetness to leak from her tight little hole. Unable to help herself, the princess slid two fingers down the length of her folds, pressing very carefully into her slit…and slowly, so very carefully, easing the tight muscles loose in an attempt to spread herself for her dragon.

She liked to think it was the fear of what would happen if she didn’t attempt to spread herself open that drove her fingers. The wetness trickling down between her legs, however, gave far better evidence to suggest a completely separate feeling entirely.

“…Please…” she begged, her voice coming out in a strained little whimper as her hips rocked back against the dragon’s cock. “…Please…p-please…”

Yet the greatest part of her plea went unspoken:

…Please push it inside me…

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A firm, relentless push against that unyielding pressure until - Klau’den’s body tensed as the broad head of her massive girth finally breached Oriane, widely stretching the delicate princess’ heat. Her clawed hands dropped down to claw at the marble floor instead, afraid of suddenly hurting the girl if she held on to her.

“You are…” A strained growl, her pulsing girth slowly - so very, very slowly - inching into that tight, intoxicating heat. “…incredibly tight-” Her voice, while still holding that usual smokey and low rumbling tone, seemed to almost crack. Now, she knew why some dragons refused to mate with humans. Too small, too tight - it was all too much. The fire between her legs ached to sheathe itself completely in Oriane’s cunt - to utterly break the girl beneath her, spread her open until she’s taken every last inch of her pulsing cock. This was beyond dangerous - and addicting.

The gray scaled dragon bowed her head to try and clear her mind but it failed her as all it did was show how much of her was still outside her delicate little human. It showed her that tight little cunt, flushed red and stretched so wonderfully around her that-

A human curse word left her, eyes that seemed to glow with lightning closing shut as she exhaled deeply. “…Are - are you well, princess?” She could only imagine what the other was feeling. The size difference between their species was… definitely noticeable.

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The moment that the dragon finally managed to push the head of her massive shaft inside the princess’s dripping wet cunt, Oriane’s lips parted in a scream–but not a single sound rang out from her throat. She could not speak. She could not cry out. For that split second, she could not even breathe. There was nothing in the world but that feeling. Her entire body was wrought with tension, as tight as a wire and rendered utterly at the dragon’s mercy. The force alone of Klau'den’s head pushing inside her had made the arm supporting her grow weak, causing her upper body to sink to the floor with her hips to raise further against the dragon’s cock. It was a beautiful position–and, though Oriane didn’t know it, perfectly ideal for breeding. Her fingers curled so hard against the floor that her knuckles turned white, her nails digging against the marble with a force that threatened to crack and break them. She could feel every single strain of her body as Klau'den’s massive tip forced it’s way inside her, and it left her utterly reeling from the sensation. Her hips were left trembling as her inner walls clenched and squeezed about the head, and the friction was so heated and raw that–much to the princess’s utter embarrassment–she could feel her heated juices leaking freely from her cunt, trickling down the full length of the dragon’s shaft. It was why, in the end, she did not even attempt to verbally reply to Klau'den’s question; simply nodding her head as a whimper-like gasp bubbled up over her lips. She didn’t trust herself with words in that moment. She didn’t want to say how she truly felt at having the dragon inside of her like that. She didn’t want to confess how desperate she was to feel Klau'den push her cock in deeper.

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The initial breach was the hardest part, Klau’den knew this. Now all that was left was to see how much her delicate little mate could take. The dragon’s body tensed as she bared down on her human, her cock beginning to slowly sink in to that tight, clenching heat inch by agonizing inch.

“Even… with how slick you are - you are tighter.. than I could have ever imagined,” Klau’den grunted as Oriane’s walls clenched painfully around her, forcing her hips to instinctively buck down against that restrictive heat, feeling the girl’s trembling body easily give under her force. Her tail moved to wrap around Oriane’s thigh, easing her legs apart and further opening that tight little slit for her massive shaft.

The dragon knew that interspecies sex was possible between their kind due to their strong magic - but would this human really be able to take all of her? She knew, without a doubt, that the head of her cock would easily breach against Oriane’s cervix. Would the delicate princess be able to take her completely or break trying to? Klau’den shuddered, silently promising to keep herself in check, head bowing low to lick against the delicate neck that was bared to her thanks to this position. She couldn’t leave a mating mark on her human in this form, her teeth would be too sharp. The dragon would have to mark her princess in other ways, like stretching Oriane’s tight little cunt around her cock and filling her womb with seed.

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With each inch the dragon’s cock sank into her body, Oriane’s voice slowly began to return to her. The first sounds came in faint, high, breathless gasps, her lips still parted and straining with that ghost of a scream still lingering in her throat. Then, as she began to feel the dragon bucking insistently against her tight inner walls, her noises began to come a bit more frequently in soft, whimper-like panting. Before she knew it, her own hips were carefully but steadily bucking back against Klau'den’s shaft in desperate little thrusts, trying with a growing desperation to help push the dragon’s wide girth deeper into her body. When she felt herself succeed, when she felt her tight inner walls stretch to take that massive cock in another full inch, her voice finally broke in a cry of ecstasy.

“…D-deep…you’re getting s…s-so deep…” she panted, her voice strained from her cry and the sheer awe of being able to take in such a massive creature. “Please…I-I can’t…!”

Yet despite her continued claim, Klau'den could feel her slick inner walls continuing to stretch, the princess’s hips rocking almost pleadingly against the dragon’s cock as her body struggled to take it in deeper. The more her wet cunt tightened and squeezed, the more fervently the princess’s hips bounced against Klau'den’s shaft; becoming slowly but distinctly more reckless until–

Oriane’s green eyes flashed wide, that scream finally tearing from her throat as the head of Klau'den’s cock slid a full inch deeper with one sudden thrust–and, just as suddenly, the princess arched her back and came. Her tight inner walls clenched like a vice as burst after burst of heated wetness shot from her cunt, squirting between her legs and trickling down the full length of the dragon’s shaft. For an instant, her entire body froze.

“…Oh…o-oh my god…”

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It was impossible to keep the bestial roar from ripping through Klau’den’s throat as Oriane’s cunt clenched desperately around her cock, the princess’ juices utterly dripping down her heavy shaft and onto the marble floor. Eyes like lightning flashed and dilated, the gray dragon’s wings spreading and flapping sharply behind her as the instincts she was barely able to keep at bay finally broke through. A low, rumbling snarl that seemed to shake the castle walls rose from deep within her chest, the large windows in the room showing how the sky had started to darken - gray storm clouds flashing in the distance.

Klau’den’s could barely think through the desperate instinct to just breed her little mate, eager to fill Oriane’s womb full of her seed. The dragon’s muscular thighs, which had been kept in check from bucking too hard before, suddenly flexed as her hips slammed down, pushing that thick, drenched cock deep into Oriane’s tight little opening despite the restrictive pressure that pushed back. The force of her thrust would have sent the princess sprawling down onto the marble floor had it not been for her tail coiling securely around Oriane’s waist, keeping her braced up against her cock as she pressed deeper and deeper -pushing past those tight, clenching walls until finally - the head of her cock pressed against the delicate human’s cervix.

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There was no name for the sound that tore from Oriane’s throat when the dragon’s cock slammed inside of her. It was a vocalization of raw pain meeting pleasure; a sound of a pure abandon colliding with a passion so great her delicate human frame couldn’t possibly contain it. Her now soaking folds stretched to a girth she had never before experienced, with streams of wetness continuing to leak freely down Klau'den’s cock, now mixed with the faintest trickling of blood.

The princess’s slender body trembled almost weakly against the floor, supported now entirely by her arms and her dragon’s strong tail. For the first time, a sense of submission washed over her; feeling as though she were an animal in heat about to be bred by her mate. Klau'den’s earlier promises of filling her with seed, of impregnating the princess with their brood, were suddenly so real and overwhelming that Oriane felt a wave of lightheadedness wash over her. She had to do something, surely. She was the Princess Oriane. Now was the time to muster her courage, to try and fight back, to show that she wasn’t just some animal ready to have her womb filled with seed–

And then she felt the head of Klau'den’s cock press against her cervix, and the last flame of resistance she tried so hard to cling to extinguished like a candle.

She was the Princess Oriane…and she was going to carry this dragon’s brood in her womb.

“P-p-please!!” She cried, her voice weak and raw as her hips bucked back against Klau'den’s cock as hard as they could, doing everything in her power to force her tight, pulsating cunt to take the dragon’s cock in further. “Please…I-I can feel you…you’re pressing in so hard…so–oh!” Oriane’s head tilted back as she felt her inner walls constrict tighter around Klau'den’s cock after her thrust, almost rhythmically squeezing. “…oh g-god you’re so deep…”

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Klau’den could sense the submission of her trembling princess beneath her, Oriane’s eager little cries and mewls further driving that need to breed her thoroughly. The storm dragon continued to press and thrust until somehow, Oriane’s contracting walls sheathed her massive shaft completely - the human’s flushed red pussy leaking juices mixed with trickles of blood and stretched so wide, it didn’t seem logically possible. All that was left outside the princess’ cunt was the thick, pulsing knot that seemed to continue to widen.

“You impress me, princess.” A husky grunt against Oriane’s ear, Klau’den’s snout nuzzling against soft locks as the dragon began to pull out the massive length out of the slender girl. It felt like forever until only the head remained. “You are able to take all of me. Soon, you will take my knot and seed.” A pleased rumbling vibration rose from deep within her chest, her strong tail tightening securely around the princess’ waist as she began to push back in suddenly, loving the sensation of splitting Oriane in two as the girl writhed beneath her in a beautiful mix of pain and pleasure. “And you will be swollen with my brood, carrying so many eggs in your womb...” The dragon seemed to groan at the thought, eyes flashing with arousal as she once more pressed the tip of her head impossibly deep against Oriane’s cervix, nudging the beginning of her knot past the princess’ already fully stuffed cunt. “You will birth them before me, a strong batch of hatchlings. And I will take you once more, Princess Oriane. You alone will help me raise the numbers of my kin.”

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An Heir and A Spare

That was what had been demanded of the Princess Oriane–an heir and a spare. And when she had failed to provide even one to her prince, she was exiled to the far corner of their kingdom, left to rot in a castle long since abandoned. It was said that the castle was haunted; the home of the cursed. All who entered were doomed never to leave again, for there was a beast that stalked the grounds at night, and was always hungry for its next victim. And so Oriane herself had believed the tales…until the very night she had met the beast first hand.

A dragon.

Terror had gripped he princess so strongly that she hadn’t been able to control her words when the creature asked who she was and why she had been sent there. Every detail of her failure to produce an heir for her husband spilled from her lips, and the dragon had listened and watched in careful contemplation. The princess learned very quickly that the dragon–though female–was capable of altering her sex for the purpose of reproduction…and, as it happened, there were no other dragons remaining in the area to select as a mate.

And so it was that the princess found herself, now on her hands and knees in the remnants of the castle throne room, while her captor encircled her trembling form and lapped at her entrance, making her nice and wet.

“P-please…” Oriane’s voice trembled as much as her newly bared form as she spoke, biting her lip as she felt her entrance grow wet, despite herself. “I…I-I’m not a suitable mate for you, Mistress…if I could not give my own husband an heir, how could I possibly carry your offspring?”

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Klau’den parted Oriane’s legs with her snout, her long tongue spreading the princess’ slick folds easily, eager to taste more of the girl that would soon bear her young. Despite her pleas, her smaller body was clearly responding to the gray scaled dragon’s actions. Good. Klau’den would have to prepare her well before she could take her size and eggs.

“Do not compare me to that pathetic human, princess.” Her words came out as a deep, smoky growl. It carried a hint of amusement. Klau’den lapped heavily against Oriane’s folds before burrowing her snout against her cunt, taking in her scent. “You smell fertile and ready. I have no doubt you’ll bear me plenty of hatchlings. It was your pathetic human mate’s seed that could not take. Make no mistake - he was weak. But now you are mine. And you will take my seed,” the gray dragon snarled, her tongue probing against Oriane’s cunt to find that little opening and finally press inside.

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The princess’s eyes flashed wide as a gasp tore from her lips, the sound sharp and breathless and utterly raw. Klau'den’s tongue was unlike anything she had ever felt before, and it sent a powerful shudder rippling through her body, causing her hips to buck reflexively and–coincidentally–force the dragon’s tongue in deeper. Her slender fingers curled sharply against the marble floor, scraping at the surface in a vain attempt to grip, as she felt a fresh wave of wetness moisten her entrance. She knew the dragon could feel it. She knew she was helpless to hide her arousal, no matter how desperately she wanted to deny it. There was nothing, absolutely nothing, that she could do. She was entirely at the gray-scaled creature’s mercy. A soft whimper-like noise escaped her at the thought; her teeth lightly sinking into her lower lip in an attempt to muffle the sound. “P-please…” she begged, trying desperately to deny that the dragon’s words sparked any comfort or arousal or even longing within her. “I can’t…I-I’m not…you can’t possibly mean for me to carry more than one–” Her voice cut short in a tense moan, her eyes clenching shut as she felt her slick inner walls squeeze tighter about the dragon’s tongue–another undeniable sign of arousal that she tried so hard to will away.

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Klau’den’s tail flickered behind her, pleased at the sounds her human mate was making. She nudged her snout closer, her thick tongue pressing deeper into Oriane’s tightening walls. A low growl rumbled through her chest at the thought of feeling that same heat tightening around her knot, clenching and milking for her seed.

“You will. I am a storm dragon,” Her cock slowly eased out of its protective sheathe as it began to lengthen from the princess’ arousing scent and slick. “My kind are strong but few and I have yet to sire. I will have you swollen and heavy with multiple young, princess. And when you birth them… you will give me more.” Klau’den promised, her voice heavy with arousal and possession.

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“M-more?” repeated Oriane, her breath catching in her throat as her bright eyes flashed wide. She would have dearly loved to say that the sensation that rippled down her spine at the thought was one of terror. She wished so very badly that her body would put on some form of resistance; that she would thrash and scream and fight tooth and nail just to keep this creature from flooding her womb with it’s seed. She wanted so desperately to block out any and all imaginings of herself kneeling before Klau'den just as she was now, only with her belly so swollen with the dragon’s brood that it brushed against the floor.

But she couldn’t.

“I…I-I can’t…” She repeated the words almost in a mantra, a helpless attempt at convincing herself that the dragon didn’t fill her with a longing that she had never before known with her human husband. “I can’t…please, I can’t…I ca–”

Her voice died in her throat as her head bowed, just in time to see the dragon’s massive shaft begin to emerge from it’s sheath. All at once, Oriane’s heart skipped a beat in her chest; her inner walls almost pulsating about Klau'den’s tongue, squeezing and contracting as if in longing. Longing for more. Longing for seed.

“…O-oh my god…”

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A low, rumbling sound similar to thunder rose from deep within Klau’den’s chest as the dragon chuckled, not fooled by princess’ poor attempts at trying to dissuade her. Klau’den could feel Oriane’s cunt contracting longingly around her tongue, the girl’s juices practically dripping down her maw and onto the marble floor beneath them. This human was more than ready to be taken and bred. The thought of her swollen and heavy with her brood, legs spread and dripping with her seed as she took her knot - the dragon’s muscular body tightened and flexed as she restrained herself from suddenly mounting the girl. Her wings flapped sharply behind her to try and ease the tension throughout her body. The storm dragon had to remind herself that this was not a dragon she would be taking, but a slender, delicate human girl. Her dragon self towered over the girl easily. Still, Klau’den was not exactly known for her patience and feeling the heavy weight of her heavy shaft between her legs made her much less so.

“You will take all of me, princess.” She growled softly as she slowly pulled her tongue out from that addictive, clenching heat, her sharp teeth carefully kept away from Oriane’s delicate skin. So delicate, this human. She would have to be careful not to ruin her human mate. “And if you can’t, you will learn.” Klau’den braced herself above Oriane, their difference in size more obvious than ever as she towered over the princess, her claws sinking deep into the marble floor with terrifying ease. The dragon pressed the head of her throbbing, bright red shaft against the princess’ drooling cunt, shifting her hips to try and ease the broad head past that tiny opening. A low snarl of frustration left her as it refused to push through, the slit too small for her to press in. Her claws sunk in deeper into the floor, her ears flickering with irritation as she kept her bestial need to just mount and pound that tight little cunt until it was utterly wrecked by her cock.

“Spread yourself open for me, princess.”

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The sound that escaped from Oriane’s lips when she first felt the head of Klau'den’s cock press against her cunt was near inhuman; a guttural cry that got caught in a gasp and ended in a desperate whine. A tidal wave of sensations crashed over her all at once; the intense heat radiating from the dragon’s shaft, the size of that massive head pressed against her tight little opening, the sheer tension she could feel in Klau'den’s body as the dragon battled against the strain of trying to push inside of her. It was impossible to tell which overwhelmed her more, or which ultimately lead to her doing the unimaginable:

Shifting her weight to one hand, the other slipped away from the marble floor to rest between her legs; her fingers rubbing slowly but insistently at her already swollen clit. She never would have been able to vocalize her reasoning for doing such a thing, but in truth, she didn’t let herself dwell on that thought. Her reality, in that moment, was reduced to nothing more than trying to assist Klau'den in loosening herself enough to where she would finally be able to feel that broad head push into her cunt.

“I…I-I’ve never taken anything so big…” she confessed in a lightly trembling whisper, shifting her legs appropriately as Klau'den’s powerful hands shifted her hips to try and ease her opening. “Please…I-I…”

By then, her breathing was coming out in a faint but steady panting as her fingers continued to work at her clit, causing a fresh surge of wetness to leak from her tight little hole. Unable to help herself, the princess slid two fingers down the length of her folds, pressing very carefully into her slit…and slowly, so very carefully, easing the tight muscles loose in an attempt to spread herself for her dragon.

She liked to think it was the fear of what would happen if she didn’t attempt to spread herself open that drove her fingers. The wetness trickling down between her legs, however, gave far better evidence to suggest a completely separate feeling entirely.

“…Please…” she begged, her voice coming out in a strained little whimper as her hips rocked back against the dragon’s cock. “…Please…p-please…”

Yet the greatest part of her plea went unspoken:

…Please push it inside me…

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A firm, relentless push against that unyielding pressure until - Klau’den’s body tensed as the broad head of her massive girth finally breached Oriane, widely stretching the delicate princess’ heat. Her clawed hands dropped down to claw at the marble floor instead, afraid of suddenly hurting the girl if she held on to her.

“You are…” A strained growl, her pulsing girth slowly - so very, very slowly - inching into that tight, intoxicating heat. “…incredibly tight-” Her voice, while still holding that usual smokey and low rumbling tone, seemed to almost crack. Now, she knew why some dragons refused to mate with humans. Too small, too tight - it was all too much. The fire between her legs ached to sheathe itself completely in Oriane’s cunt - to utterly break the girl beneath her, spread her open until she’s taken every last inch of her pulsing cock. This was beyond dangerous - and addicting.

The gray scaled dragon bowed her head to try and clear her mind but it failed her as all it did was show how much of her was still outside her delicate little human. It showed her that tight little cunt, flushed red and stretched so wonderfully around her that-

A human curse word left her, eyes that seemed to glow with lightning closing shut as she exhaled deeply. “…Are - are you well, princess?” She could only imagine what the other was feeling. The size difference between their species was… definitely noticeable.

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The moment that the dragon finally managed to push the head of her massive shaft inside the princess’s dripping wet cunt, Oriane’s lips parted in a scream–but not a single sound rang out from her throat. She could not speak. She could not cry out. For that split second, she could not even breathe. There was nothing in the world but that feeling. Her entire body was wrought with tension, as tight as a wire and rendered utterly at the dragon’s mercy. The force alone of Klau'den’s head pushing inside her had made the arm supporting her grow weak, causing her upper body to sink to the floor with her hips to raise further against the dragon’s cock. It was a beautiful position–and, though Oriane didn’t know it, perfectly ideal for breeding. Her fingers curled so hard against the floor that her knuckles turned white, her nails digging against the marble with a force that threatened to crack and break them. She could feel every single strain of her body as Klau'den’s massive tip forced it’s way inside her, and it left her utterly reeling from the sensation. Her hips were left trembling as her inner walls clenched and squeezed about the head, and the friction was so heated and raw that–much to the princess’s utter embarrassment–she could feel her heated juices leaking freely from her cunt, trickling down the full length of the dragon’s shaft. It was why, in the end, she did not even attempt to verbally reply to Klau'den’s question; simply nodding her head as a whimper-like gasp bubbled up over her lips. She didn’t trust herself with words in that moment. She didn’t want to say how she truly felt at having the dragon inside of her like that. She didn’t want to confess how desperate she was to feel Klau'den push her cock in deeper.

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The initial breach was the hardest part, Klau’den knew this. Now all that was left was to see how much her delicate little mate could take. The dragon’s body tensed as she bared down on her human, her cock beginning to slowly sink in to that tight, clenching heat inch by agonizing inch.

“Even… with how slick you are - you are tighter.. than I could have ever imagined,” Klau’den grunted as Oriane’s walls clenched painfully around her, forcing her hips to instinctively buck down against that restrictive heat, feeling the girl’s trembling body easily give under her force. Her tail moved to wrap around Oriane’s thigh, easing her legs apart and further opening that tight little slit for her massive shaft.

The dragon knew that interspecies sex was possible between their kind due to their strong magic - but would this human really be able to take all of her? She knew, without a doubt, that the head of her cock would easily breach against Oriane’s cervix. Would the delicate princess be able to take her completely or break trying to? Klau’den shuddered, silently promising to keep herself in check, head bowing low to lick against the delicate neck that was bared to her thanks to this position. She couldn’t leave a mating mark on her human in this form, her teeth would be too sharp. The dragon would have to mark her princess in other ways, like stretching Oriane’s tight little cunt around her cock and filling her womb with seed.

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With each inch the dragon’s cock sank into her body, Oriane’s voice slowly began to return to her. The first sounds came in faint, high, breathless gasps, her lips still parted and straining with that ghost of a scream still lingering in her throat. Then, as she began to feel the dragon bucking insistently against her tight inner walls, her noises began to come a bit more frequently in soft, whimper-like panting. Before she knew it, her own hips were carefully but steadily bucking back against Klau'den’s shaft in desperate little thrusts, trying with a growing desperation to help push the dragon’s wide girth deeper into her body. When she felt herself succeed, when she felt her tight inner walls stretch to take that massive cock in another full inch, her voice finally broke in a cry of ecstasy.

“…D-deep…you’re getting s…s-so deep…” she panted, her voice strained from her cry and the sheer awe of being able to take in such a massive creature. “Please…I-I can’t…!”

Yet despite her continued claim, Klau'den could feel her slick inner walls continuing to stretch, the princess’s hips rocking almost pleadingly against the dragon’s cock as her body struggled to take it in deeper. The more her wet cunt tightened and squeezed, the more fervently the princess’s hips bounced against Klau'den’s shaft; becoming slowly but distinctly more reckless until–

Oriane’s green eyes flashed wide, that scream finally tearing from her throat as the head of Klau'den’s cock slid a full inch deeper with one sudden thrust–and, just as suddenly, the princess arched her back and came. Her tight inner walls clenched like a vice as burst after burst of heated wetness shot from her cunt, squirting between her legs and trickling down the full length of the dragon’s shaft. For an instant, her entire body froze.

“…Oh…o-oh my god…”

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It was impossible to keep the bestial roar from ripping through Klau’den’s throat as Oriane’s cunt clenched desperately around her cock, the princess’ juices utterly dripping down her heavy shaft and onto the marble floor. Eyes like lightning flashed and dilated, the gray dragon’s wings spreading and flapping sharply behind her as the instincts she was barely able to keep at bay finally broke through. A low, rumbling snarl that seemed to shake the castle walls rose from deep within her chest, the large windows in the room showing how the sky had started to darken - gray storm clouds flashing in the distance.

Klau’den’s could barely think through the desperate instinct to just breed her little mate, eager to fill Oriane’s womb full of her seed. The dragon’s muscular thighs, which had been kept in check from bucking too hard before, suddenly flexed as her hips slammed down, pushing that thick, drenched cock deep into Oriane’s tight little opening despite the restrictive pressure that pushed back. The force of her thrust would have sent the princess sprawling down onto the marble floor had it not been for her tail coiling securely around Oriane’s waist, keeping her braced up against her cock as she pressed deeper and deeper -pushing past those tight, clenching walls until finally - the head of her cock pressed against the delicate human’s cervix.

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An Heir and A Spare

That was what had been demanded of the Princess Oriane–an heir and a spare. And when she had failed to provide even one to her prince, she was exiled to the far corner of their kingdom, left to rot in a castle long since abandoned. It was said that the castle was haunted; the home of the cursed. All who entered were doomed never to leave again, for there was a beast that stalked the grounds at night, and was always hungry for its next victim. And so Oriane herself had believed the tales…until the very night she had met the beast first hand.

A dragon.

Terror had gripped he princess so strongly that she hadn’t been able to control her words when the creature asked who she was and why she had been sent there. Every detail of her failure to produce an heir for her husband spilled from her lips, and the dragon had listened and watched in careful contemplation. The princess learned very quickly that the dragon–though female–was capable of altering her sex for the purpose of reproduction…and, as it happened, there were no other dragons remaining in the area to select as a mate.

And so it was that the princess found herself, now on her hands and knees in the remnants of the castle throne room, while her captor encircled her trembling form and lapped at her entrance, making her nice and wet.

“P-please…” Oriane’s voice trembled as much as her newly bared form as she spoke, biting her lip as she felt her entrance grow wet, despite herself. “I…I-I’m not a suitable mate for you, Mistress…if I could not give my own husband an heir, how could I possibly carry your offspring?”

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Klau’den parted Oriane’s legs with her snout, her long tongue spreading the princess’ slick folds easily, eager to taste more of the girl that would soon bear her young. Despite her pleas, her smaller body was clearly responding to the gray scaled dragon’s actions. Good. Klau’den would have to prepare her well before she could take her size and eggs.

“Do not compare me to that pathetic human, princess.” Her words came out as a deep, smoky growl. It carried a hint of amusement. Klau’den lapped heavily against Oriane’s folds before burrowing her snout against her cunt, taking in her scent. “You smell fertile and ready. I have no doubt you’ll bear me plenty of hatchlings. It was your pathetic human mate’s seed that could not take. Make no mistake - he was weak. But now you are mine. And you will take my seed,” the gray dragon snarled, her tongue probing against Oriane’s cunt to find that little opening and finally press inside.

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The princess’s eyes flashed wide as a gasp tore from her lips, the sound sharp and breathless and utterly raw. Klau'den’s tongue was unlike anything she had ever felt before, and it sent a powerful shudder rippling through her body, causing her hips to buck reflexively and–coincidentally–force the dragon’s tongue in deeper. Her slender fingers curled sharply against the marble floor, scraping at the surface in a vain attempt to grip, as she felt a fresh wave of wetness moisten her entrance. She knew the dragon could feel it. She knew she was helpless to hide her arousal, no matter how desperately she wanted to deny it. There was nothing, absolutely nothing, that she could do. She was entirely at the gray-scaled creature’s mercy. A soft whimper-like noise escaped her at the thought; her teeth lightly sinking into her lower lip in an attempt to muffle the sound. “P-please…” she begged, trying desperately to deny that the dragon’s words sparked any comfort or arousal or even longing within her. “I can’t…I-I’m not…you can’t possibly mean for me to carry more than one–” Her voice cut short in a tense moan, her eyes clenching shut as she felt her slick inner walls squeeze tighter about the dragon’s tongue–another undeniable sign of arousal that she tried so hard to will away.

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Klau’den’s tail flickered behind her, pleased at the sounds her human mate was making. She nudged her snout closer, her thick tongue pressing deeper into Oriane’s tightening walls. A low growl rumbled through her chest at the thought of feeling that same heat tightening around her knot, clenching and milking for her seed.

“You will. I am a storm dragon,” Her cock slowly eased out of its protective sheathe as it began to lengthen from the princess’ arousing scent and slick. “My kind are strong but few and I have yet to sire. I will have you swollen and heavy with multiple young, princess. And when you birth them… you will give me more.” Klau’den promised, her voice heavy with arousal and possession.

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“M-more?” repeated Oriane, her breath catching in her throat as her bright eyes flashed wide. She would have dearly loved to say that the sensation that rippled down her spine at the thought was one of terror. She wished so very badly that her body would put on some form of resistance; that she would thrash and scream and fight tooth and nail just to keep this creature from flooding her womb with it’s seed. She wanted so desperately to block out any and all imaginings of herself kneeling before Klau'den just as she was now, only with her belly so swollen with the dragon’s brood that it brushed against the floor.

But she couldn’t.

“I…I-I can’t…” She repeated the words almost in a mantra, a helpless attempt at convincing herself that the dragon didn’t fill her with a longing that she had never before known with her human husband. “I can’t…please, I can’t…I ca–”

Her voice died in her throat as her head bowed, just in time to see the dragon’s massive shaft begin to emerge from it’s sheath. All at once, Oriane’s heart skipped a beat in her chest; her inner walls almost pulsating about Klau'den’s tongue, squeezing and contracting as if in longing. Longing for more. Longing for seed.

“…O-oh my god…”

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A low, rumbling sound similar to thunder rose from deep within Klau’den’s chest as the dragon chuckled, not fooled by princess’ poor attempts at trying to dissuade her. Klau’den could feel Oriane’s cunt contracting longingly around her tongue, the girl’s juices practically dripping down her maw and onto the marble floor beneath them. This human was more than ready to be taken and bred. The thought of her swollen and heavy with her brood, legs spread and dripping with her seed as she took her knot - the dragon’s muscular body tightened and flexed as she restrained herself from suddenly mounting the girl. Her wings flapped sharply behind her to try and ease the tension throughout her body. The storm dragon had to remind herself that this was not a dragon she would be taking, but a slender, delicate human girl. Her dragon self towered over the girl easily. Still, Klau’den was not exactly known for her patience and feeling the heavy weight of her heavy shaft between her legs made her much less so.

“You will take all of me, princess.” She growled softly as she slowly pulled her tongue out from that addictive, clenching heat, her sharp teeth carefully kept away from Oriane’s delicate skin. So delicate, this human. She would have to be careful not to ruin her human mate. “And if you can’t, you will learn.” Klau’den braced herself above Oriane, their difference in size more obvious than ever as she towered over the princess, her claws sinking deep into the marble floor with terrifying ease. The dragon pressed the head of her throbbing, bright red shaft against the princess’ drooling cunt, shifting her hips to try and ease the broad head past that tiny opening. A low snarl of frustration left her as it refused to push through, the slit too small for her to press in. Her claws sunk in deeper into the floor, her ears flickering with irritation as she kept her bestial need to just mount and pound that tight little cunt until it was utterly wrecked by her cock.

“Spread yourself open for me, princess.”

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The sound that escaped from Oriane’s lips when she first felt the head of Klau'den’s cock press against her cunt was near inhuman; a guttural cry that got caught in a gasp and ended in a desperate whine. A tidal wave of sensations crashed over her all at once; the intense heat radiating from the dragon’s shaft, the size of that massive head pressed against her tight little opening, the sheer tension she could feel in Klau'den’s body as the dragon battled against the strain of trying to push inside of her. It was impossible to tell which overwhelmed her more, or which ultimately lead to her doing the unimaginable:

Shifting her weight to one hand, the other slipped away from the marble floor to rest between her legs; her fingers rubbing slowly but insistently at her already swollen clit. She never would have been able to vocalize her reasoning for doing such a thing, but in truth, she didn’t let herself dwell on that thought. Her reality, in that moment, was reduced to nothing more than trying to assist Klau'den in loosening herself enough to where she would finally be able to feel that broad head push into her cunt.

“I…I-I’ve never taken anything so big…” she confessed in a lightly trembling whisper, shifting her legs appropriately as Klau'den’s powerful hands shifted her hips to try and ease her opening. “Please…I-I…”

By then, her breathing was coming out in a faint but steady panting as her fingers continued to work at her clit, causing a fresh surge of wetness to leak from her tight little hole. Unable to help herself, the princess slid two fingers down the length of her folds, pressing very carefully into her slit…and slowly, so very carefully, easing the tight muscles loose in an attempt to spread herself for her dragon.

She liked to think it was the fear of what would happen if she didn’t attempt to spread herself open that drove her fingers. The wetness trickling down between her legs, however, gave far better evidence to suggest a completely separate feeling entirely.

“…Please…” she begged, her voice coming out in a strained little whimper as her hips rocked back against the dragon’s cock. “…Please…p-please…”

Yet the greatest part of her plea went unspoken:

…Please push it inside me…

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A firm, relentless push against that unyielding pressure until - Klau’den’s body tensed as the broad head of her massive girth finally breached Oriane, widely stretching the delicate princess’ heat. Her clawed hands dropped down to claw at the marble floor instead, afraid of suddenly hurting the girl if she held on to her.

“You are…” A strained growl, her pulsing girth slowly - so very, very slowly - inching into that tight, intoxicating heat. “…incredibly tight-” Her voice, while still holding that usual smokey and low rumbling tone, seemed to almost crack. Now, she knew why some dragons refused to mate with humans. Too small, too tight - it was all too much. The fire between her legs ached to sheathe itself completely in Oriane’s cunt - to utterly break the girl beneath her, spread her open until she’s taken every last inch of her pulsing cock. This was beyond dangerous - and addicting.

The gray scaled dragon bowed her head to try and clear her mind but it failed her as all it did was show how much of her was still outside her delicate little human. It showed her that tight little cunt, flushed red and stretched so wonderfully around her that-

A human curse word left her, eyes that seemed to glow with lightning closing shut as she exhaled deeply. “…Are - are you well, princess?” She could only imagine what the other was feeling. The size difference between their species was… definitely noticeable.

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The moment that the dragon finally managed to push the head of her massive shaft inside the princess’s dripping wet cunt, Oriane’s lips parted in a scream–but not a single sound rang out from her throat. She could not speak. She could not cry out. For that split second, she could not even breathe. There was nothing in the world but that feeling. Her entire body was wrought with tension, as tight as a wire and rendered utterly at the dragon’s mercy. The force alone of Klau'den’s head pushing inside her had made the arm supporting her grow weak, causing her upper body to sink to the floor with her hips to raise further against the dragon’s cock. It was a beautiful position–and, though Oriane didn’t know it, perfectly ideal for breeding. Her fingers curled so hard against the floor that her knuckles turned white, her nails digging against the marble with a force that threatened to crack and break them. She could feel every single strain of her body as Klau'den’s massive tip forced it’s way inside her, and it left her utterly reeling from the sensation. Her hips were left trembling as her inner walls clenched and squeezed about the head, and the friction was so heated and raw that–much to the princess’s utter embarrassment–she could feel her heated juices leaking freely from her cunt, trickling down the full length of the dragon’s shaft. It was why, in the end, she did not even attempt to verbally reply to Klau'den’s question; simply nodding her head as a whimper-like gasp bubbled up over her lips. She didn’t trust herself with words in that moment. She didn’t want to say how she truly felt at having the dragon inside of her like that. She didn’t want to confess how desperate she was to feel Klau'den push her cock in deeper.

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The initial breach was the hardest part, Klau’den knew this. Now all that was left was to see how much her delicate little mate could take. The dragon’s body tensed as she bared down on her human, her cock beginning to slowly sink in to that tight, clenching heat inch by agonizing inch.

“Even... with how slick you are - you are tighter.. than I could have ever imagined,” Klau’den grunted as Oriane’s walls clenched painfully around her, forcing her hips to instinctively buck down against that restrictive heat, feeling the girl’s trembling body easily give under her force. Her tail moved to wrap around Oriane’s thigh, easing her legs apart and further opening that tight little slit for her massive shaft.

The dragon knew that interspecies sex was possible between their kind due to their strong magic - but would this human really be able to take all of her? She knew, without a doubt, that the head of her cock would easily breach against Oriane’s cervix. Would the delicate princess be able to take her completely or break trying to? Klau’den shuddered, silently promising to keep herself in check, head bowing low to lick against the delicate neck that was bared to her thanks to this position. She couldn’t leave a mating mark on her human in this form, her teeth would be too sharp. The dragon would have to mark her princess in other ways, like stretching Oriane’s tight little cunt around her cock and filling her womb with seed.

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An Heir and A Spare

That was what had been demanded of the Princess Oriane–an heir and a spare. And when she had failed to provide even one to her prince, she was exiled to the far corner of their kingdom, left to rot in a castle long since abandoned. It was said that the castle was haunted; the home of the cursed. All who entered were doomed never to leave again, for there was a beast that stalked the grounds at night, and was always hungry for its next victim. And so Oriane herself had believed the tales…until the very night she had met the beast first hand.

A dragon.

Terror had gripped he princess so strongly that she hadn’t been able to control her words when the creature asked who she was and why she had been sent there. Every detail of her failure to produce an heir for her husband spilled from her lips, and the dragon had listened and watched in careful contemplation. The princess learned very quickly that the dragon–though female–was capable of altering her sex for the purpose of reproduction…and, as it happened, there were no other dragons remaining in the area to select as a mate.

And so it was that the princess found herself, now on her hands and knees in the remnants of the castle throne room, while her captor encircled her trembling form and lapped at her entrance, making her nice and wet.

“P-please…” Oriane’s voice trembled as much as her newly bared form as she spoke, biting her lip as she felt her entrance grow wet, despite herself. “I…I-I’m not a suitable mate for you, Mistress…if I could not give my own husband an heir, how could I possibly carry your offspring?”

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Klau’den parted Oriane’s legs with her snout, her long tongue spreading the princess’ slick folds easily, eager to taste more of the girl that would soon bear her young. Despite her pleas, her smaller body was clearly responding to the gray scaled dragon’s actions. Good. Klau’den would have to prepare her well before she could take her size and eggs.

“Do not compare me to that pathetic human, princess.” Her words came out as a deep, smoky growl. It carried a hint of amusement. Klau’den lapped heavily against Oriane’s folds before burrowing her snout against her cunt, taking in her scent. “You smell fertile and ready. I have no doubt you’ll bear me plenty of hatchlings. It was your pathetic human mate’s seed that could not take. Make no mistake - he was weak. But now you are mine. And you will take my seed,” the gray dragon snarled, her tongue probing against Oriane’s cunt to find that little opening and finally press inside.

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The princess’s eyes flashed wide as a gasp tore from her lips, the sound sharp and breathless and utterly raw. Klau'den’s tongue was unlike anything she had ever felt before, and it sent a powerful shudder rippling through her body, causing her hips to buck reflexively and–coincidentally–force the dragon’s tongue in deeper. Her slender fingers curled sharply against the marble floor, scraping at the surface in a vain attempt to grip, as she felt a fresh wave of wetness moisten her entrance. She knew the dragon could feel it. She knew she was helpless to hide her arousal, no matter how desperately she wanted to deny it. There was nothing, absolutely nothing, that she could do. She was entirely at the gray-scaled creature’s mercy. A soft whimper-like noise escaped her at the thought; her teeth lightly sinking into her lower lip in an attempt to muffle the sound. “P-please…” she begged, trying desperately to deny that the dragon’s words sparked any comfort or arousal or even longing within her. “I can’t…I-I’m not…you can’t possibly mean for me to carry more than one–” Her voice cut short in a tense moan, her eyes clenching shut as she felt her slick inner walls squeeze tighter about the dragon’s tongue–another undeniable sign of arousal that she tried so hard to will away.

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Klau’den’s tail flickered behind her, pleased at the sounds her human mate was making. She nudged her snout closer, her thick tongue pressing deeper into Oriane’s tightening walls. A low growl rumbled through her chest at the thought of feeling that same heat tightening around her knot, clenching and milking for her seed.

“You will. I am a storm dragon,” Her cock slowly eased out of its protective sheathe as it began to lengthen from the princess’ arousing scent and slick. “My kind are strong but few and I have yet to sire. I will have you swollen and heavy with multiple young, princess. And when you birth them… you will give me more.” Klau’den promised, her voice heavy with arousal and possession.

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“M-more?” repeated Oriane, her breath catching in her throat as her bright eyes flashed wide. She would have dearly loved to say that the sensation that rippled down her spine at the thought was one of terror. She wished so very badly that her body would put on some form of resistance; that she would thrash and scream and fight tooth and nail just to keep this creature from flooding her womb with it’s seed. She wanted so desperately to block out any and all imaginings of herself kneeling before Klau'den just as she was now, only with her belly so swollen with the dragon’s brood that it brushed against the floor.

But she couldn’t.

“I…I-I can’t…” She repeated the words almost in a mantra, a helpless attempt at convincing herself that the dragon didn’t fill her with a longing that she had never before known with her human husband. “I can’t…please, I can’t…I ca–”

Her voice died in her throat as her head bowed, just in time to see the dragon’s massive shaft begin to emerge from it’s sheath. All at once, Oriane’s heart skipped a beat in her chest; her inner walls almost pulsating about Klau'den’s tongue, squeezing and contracting as if in longing. Longing for more. Longing for seed.

“…O-oh my god…”

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A low, rumbling sound similar to thunder rose from deep within Klau’den’s chest as the dragon chuckled, not fooled by princess’ poor attempts at trying to dissuade her. Klau’den could feel Oriane’s cunt contracting longingly around her tongue, the girl’s juices practically dripping down her maw and onto the marble floor beneath them. This human was more than ready to be taken and bred. The thought of her swollen and heavy with her brood, legs spread and dripping with her seed as she took her knot - the dragon’s muscular body tightened and flexed as she restrained herself from suddenly mounting the girl. Her wings flapped sharply behind her to try and ease the tension throughout her body. The storm dragon had to remind herself that this was not a dragon she would be taking, but a slender, delicate human girl. Her dragon self towered over the girl easily. Still, Klau’den was not exactly known for her patience and feeling the heavy weight of her heavy shaft between her legs made her much less so.

“You will take all of me, princess.” She growled softly as she slowly pulled her tongue out from that addictive, clenching heat, her sharp teeth carefully kept away from Oriane’s delicate skin. So delicate, this human. She would have to be careful not to ruin her human mate. “And if you can’t, you will learn.” Klau’den braced herself above Oriane, their difference in size more obvious than ever as she towered over the princess, her claws sinking deep into the marble floor with terrifying ease. The dragon pressed the head of her throbbing, bright red shaft against the princess’ drooling cunt, shifting her hips to try and ease the broad head past that tiny opening. A low snarl of frustration left her as it refused to push through, the slit too small for her to press in. Her claws sunk in deeper into the floor, her ears flickering with irritation as she kept her bestial need to just mount and pound that tight little cunt until it was utterly wrecked by her cock.

“Spread yourself open for me, princess.”

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The sound that escaped from Oriane’s lips when she first felt the head of Klau'den’s cock press against her cunt was near inhuman; a guttural cry that got caught in a gasp and ended in a desperate whine. A tidal wave of sensations crashed over her all at once; the intense heat radiating from the dragon’s shaft, the size of that massive head pressed against her tight little opening, the sheer tension she could feel in Klau'den’s body as the dragon battled against the strain of trying to push inside of her. It was impossible to tell which overwhelmed her more, or which ultimately lead to her doing the unimaginable:

Shifting her weight to one hand, the other slipped away from the marble floor to rest between her legs; her fingers rubbing slowly but insistently at her already swollen clit. She never would have been able to vocalize her reasoning for doing such a thing, but in truth, she didn’t let herself dwell on that thought. Her reality, in that moment, was reduced to nothing more than trying to assist Klau'den in loosening herself enough to where she would finally be able to feel that broad head push into her cunt.

“I…I-I’ve never taken anything so big…” she confessed in a lightly trembling whisper, shifting her legs appropriately as Klau'den’s powerful hands shifted her hips to try and ease her opening. “Please…I-I…”

By then, her breathing was coming out in a faint but steady panting as her fingers continued to work at her clit, causing a fresh surge of wetness to leak from her tight little hole. Unable to help herself, the princess slid two fingers down the length of her folds, pressing very carefully into her slit…and slowly, so very carefully, easing the tight muscles loose in an attempt to spread herself for her dragon.

She liked to think it was the fear of what would happen if she didn’t attempt to spread herself open that drove her fingers. The wetness trickling down between her legs, however, gave far better evidence to suggest a completely separate feeling entirely.

“…Please…” she begged, her voice coming out in a strained little whimper as her hips rocked back against the dragon’s cock. “…Please…p-please…”

Yet the greatest part of her plea went unspoken:

…Please push it inside me…

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A firm, relentless push against that unyielding pressure until - Klau’den’s body tensed as the broad head of her massive girth finally breached Oriane, widely stretching the delicate princess’ heat. Her clawed hands dropped down to claw at the marble floor instead, afraid of suddenly hurting the girl if she held on to her.

“You are...” A strained growl, her pulsing girth slowly - so very, very slowly - inching into that tight, intoxicating heat. “...incredibly tight-” Her voice, while still holding that usual smokey and low rumbling tone, seemed to almost crack. Now, she knew why some dragons refused to mate with humans. Too small, too tight - it was all too much. The fire between her legs ached to sheathe itself completely in Oriane’s cunt - to utterly break the girl beneath her, spread her open until she’s taken every last inch of her pulsing cock. This was beyond dangerous - and addicting.

The gray scaled dragon bowed her head to try and clear her mind but it failed her as all it did was show how much of her was still outside her delicate little human. It showed her that tight little cunt, flushed red and stretched so wonderfully around her that-

A human curse word left her, eyes that seemed to glow with lightning closing shut as she exhaled deeply. “...Are - are you well, princess?” She could only imagine what the other was feeling. The size difference between their species was... definitely noticeable.

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An Heir and A Spare

That was what had been demanded of the Princess Oriane–an heir and a spare. And when she had failed to provide even one to her prince, she was exiled to the far corner of their kingdom, left to rot in a castle long since abandoned. It was said that the castle was haunted; the home of the cursed. All who entered were doomed never to leave again, for there was a beast that stalked the grounds at night, and was always hungry for its next victim. And so Oriane herself had believed the tales…until the very night she had met the beast first hand.

A dragon.

Terror had gripped he princess so strongly that she hadn’t been able to control her words when the creature asked who she was and why she had been sent there. Every detail of her failure to produce an heir for her husband spilled from her lips, and the dragon had listened and watched in careful contemplation. The princess learned very quickly that the dragon–though female–was capable of altering her sex for the purpose of reproduction…and, as it happened, there were no other dragons remaining in the area to select as a mate.

And so it was that the princess found herself, now on her hands and knees in the remnants of the castle throne room, while her captor encircled her trembling form and lapped at her entrance, making her nice and wet.

“P-please…” Oriane’s voice trembled as much as her newly bared form as she spoke, biting her lip as she felt her entrance grow wet, despite herself. “I…I-I’m not a suitable mate for you, Mistress…if I could not give my own husband an heir, how could I possibly carry your offspring?”

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Klau’den parted Oriane’s legs with her snout, her long tongue spreading the princess’ slick folds easily, eager to taste more of the girl that would soon bear her young. Despite her pleas, her smaller body was clearly responding to the gray scaled dragon’s actions. Good. Klau’den would have to prepare her well before she could take her size and eggs.

“Do not compare me to that pathetic human, princess.” Her words came out as a deep, smoky growl. It carried a hint of amusement. Klau’den lapped heavily against Oriane’s folds before burrowing her snout against her cunt, taking in her scent. “You smell fertile and ready. I have no doubt you’ll bear me plenty of hatchlings. It was your pathetic human mate’s seed that could not take. Make no mistake - he was weak. But now you are mine. And you will take my seed,” the gray dragon snarled, her tongue probing against Oriane’s cunt to find that little opening and finally press inside.

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The princess’s eyes flashed wide as a gasp tore from her lips, the sound sharp and breathless and utterly raw. Klau'den’s tongue was unlike anything she had ever felt before, and it sent a powerful shudder rippling through her body, causing her hips to buck reflexively and–coincidentally–force the dragon’s tongue in deeper. Her slender fingers curled sharply against the marble floor, scraping at the surface in a vain attempt to grip, as she felt a fresh wave of wetness moisten her entrance. She knew the dragon could feel it. She knew she was helpless to hide her arousal, no matter how desperately she wanted to deny it. There was nothing, absolutely nothing, that she could do. She was entirely at the gray-scaled creature’s mercy. A soft whimper-like noise escaped her at the thought; her teeth lightly sinking into her lower lip in an attempt to muffle the sound. “P-please…” she begged, trying desperately to deny that the dragon’s words sparked any comfort or arousal or even longing within her. “I can’t…I-I’m not…you can’t possibly mean for me to carry more than one–” Her voice cut short in a tense moan, her eyes clenching shut as she felt her slick inner walls squeeze tighter about the dragon’s tongue–another undeniable sign of arousal that she tried so hard to will away.

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Klau’den’s tail flickered behind her, pleased at the sounds her human mate was making. She nudged her snout closer, her thick tongue pressing deeper into Oriane’s tightening walls. A low growl rumbled through her chest at the thought of feeling that same heat tightening around her knot, clenching and milking for her seed.

“You will. I am a storm dragon,” Her cock slowly eased out of its protective sheathe as it began to lengthen from the princess’ arousing scent and slick. “My kind are strong but few and I have yet to sire. I will have you swollen and heavy with multiple young, princess. And when you birth them… you will give me more.” Klau’den promised, her voice heavy with arousal and possession.

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“M-more?” repeated Oriane, her breath catching in her throat as her bright eyes flashed wide. She would have dearly loved to say that the sensation that rippled down her spine at the thought was one of terror. She wished so very badly that her body would put on some form of resistance; that she would thrash and scream and fight tooth and nail just to keep this creature from flooding her womb with it’s seed. She wanted so desperately to block out any and all imaginings of herself kneeling before Klau'den just as she was now, only with her belly so swollen with the dragon’s brood that it brushed against the floor.

But she couldn’t.

“I…I-I can’t…” She repeated the words almost in a mantra, a helpless attempt at convincing herself that the dragon didn’t fill her with a longing that she had never before known with her human husband. “I can’t…please, I can’t…I ca–”

Her voice died in her throat as her head bowed, just in time to see the dragon’s massive shaft begin to emerge from it’s sheath. All at once, Oriane’s heart skipped a beat in her chest; her inner walls almost pulsating about Klau'den’s tongue, squeezing and contracting as if in longing. Longing for more. Longing for seed.

“…O-oh my god…”

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A low, rumbling sound similar to thunder rose from deep within Klau’den’s chest as the dragon chuckled, not fooled by princess’ poor attempts at trying to dissuade her. Klau’den could feel Oriane’s cunt contracting longingly around her tongue, the girl’s juices practically dripping down her maw and onto the marble floor beneath them. This human was more than ready to be taken and bred. The thought of her swollen and heavy with her brood, legs spread and dripping with her seed as she took her knot - the dragon’s muscular body tightened and flexed as she restrained herself from suddenly mounting the girl. Her wings flapped sharply behind her to try and ease the tension throughout her body. The storm dragon had to remind herself that this was not a dragon she would be taking, but a slender, delicate human girl. Her dragon self towered over the girl easily. Still, Klau’den was not exactly known for her patience and feeling the heavy weight of her heavy shaft between her legs made her much less so.

“You will take all of me, princess.” She growled softly as she slowly pulled her tongue out from that addictive, clenching heat, her sharp teeth carefully kept away from Oriane’s delicate skin. So delicate, this human. She would have to be careful not to ruin her human mate. “And if you can’t, you will learn.” Klau’den braced herself above Oriane, their difference in size more obvious than ever as she towered over the princess, her claws sinking deep into the marble floor with terrifying ease. The dragon pressed the head of her throbbing, bright red shaft against the princess’ drooling cunt, shifting her hips to try and ease the broad head past that tiny opening. A low snarl of frustration left her as it refused to push through, the slit too small for her to press in. Her claws sunk in deeper into the floor, her ears flickering with irritation as she kept her bestial need to just mount and pound that tight little cunt until it was utterly wrecked by her cock.

“Spread yourself open for me, princess.”

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An Heir and A Spare

That was what had been demanded of the Princess Oriane–an heir and a spare. And when she had failed to provide even one to her prince, she was exiled to the far corner of their kingdom, left to rot in a castle long since abandoned. It was said that the castle was haunted; the home of the cursed. All who entered were doomed never to leave again, for there was a beast that stalked the grounds at night, and was always hungry for its next victim. And so Oriane herself had believed the tales…until the very night she had met the beast first hand.

A dragon.

Terror had gripped he princess so strongly that she hadn’t been able to control her words when the creature asked who she was and why she had been sent there. Every detail of her failure to produce an heir for her husband spilled from her lips, and the dragon had listened and watched in careful contemplation. The princess learned very quickly that the dragon–though female–was capable of altering her sex for the purpose of reproduction…and, as it happened, there were no other dragons remaining in the area to select as a mate.

And so it was that the princess found herself, now on her hands and knees in the remnants of the castle throne room, while her captor encircled her trembling form and lapped at her entrance, making her nice and wet.

“P-please…” Oriane’s voice trembled as much as her newly bared form as she spoke, biting her lip as she felt her entrance grow wet, despite herself. “I…I-I’m not a suitable mate for you, Mistress…if I could not give my own husband an heir, how could I possibly carry your offspring?”

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Klau’den parted Oriane’s legs with her snout, her long tongue spreading the princess’ slick folds easily, eager to taste more of the girl that would soon bear her young. Despite her pleas, her smaller body was clearly responding to the gray scaled dragon’s actions. Good. Klau’den would have to prepare her well before she could take her size and eggs.

“Do not compare me to that pathetic human, princess.” Her words came out as a deep, smoky growl. It carried a hint of amusement. Klau’den lapped heavily against Oriane’s folds before burrowing her snout against her cunt, taking in her scent. “You smell fertile and ready. I have no doubt you’ll bear me plenty of hatchlings. It was your pathetic human mate’s seed that could not take. Make no mistake - he was weak. But now you are mine. And you will take my seed,” the gray dragon snarled, her tongue probing against Oriane’s cunt to find that little opening and finally press inside.

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The princess’s eyes flashed wide as a gasp tore from her lips, the sound sharp and breathless and utterly raw. Klau'den’s tongue was unlike anything she had ever felt before, and it sent a powerful shudder rippling through her body, causing her hips to buck reflexively and–coincidentally–force the dragon’s tongue in deeper. Her slender fingers curled sharply against the marble floor, scraping at the surface in a vain attempt to grip, as she felt a fresh wave of wetness moisten her entrance. She knew the dragon could feel it. She knew she was helpless to hide her arousal, no matter how desperately she wanted to deny it. There was nothing, absolutely nothing, that she could do. She was entirely at the gray-scaled creature’s mercy. A soft whimper-like noise escaped her at the thought; her teeth lightly sinking into her lower lip in an attempt to muffle the sound. “P-please…” she begged, trying desperately to deny that the dragon’s words sparked any comfort or arousal or even longing within her. “I can’t…I-I’m not…you can’t possibly mean for me to carry more than one–” Her voice cut short in a tense moan, her eyes clenching shut as she felt her slick inner walls squeeze tighter about the dragon’s tongue–another undeniable sign of arousal that she tried so hard to will away.

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Klau’den’s tail flickered behind her, pleased at the sounds her human mate was making. She nudged her snout closer, her thick tongue pressing deeper into Oriane’s tightening walls. A low growl rumbled through her chest at the thought of feeling that same heat tightening around her knot, clenching and milking for her seed.

“You will. I am a storm dragon,” Her cock slowly eased out of its protective sheathe as it began to lengthen from the princess’ arousing scent and slick. “My kind are strong but few and I have yet to sire. I will have you swollen and heavy with multiple young, princess. And when you birth them... you will give me more.” Klau’den promised, her voice heavy with arousal and possession.

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afantasyofshadows

An Heir and A Spare

That was what had been demanded of the Princess Oriane–an heir and a spare. And when she had failed to provide even one to her prince, she was exiled to the far corner of their kingdom, left to rot in a castle long since abandoned. It was said that the castle was haunted; the home of the cursed. All who entered were doomed never to leave again, for there was a beast that stalked the grounds at night, and was always hungry for its next victim. And so Oriane herself had believed the tales…until the very night she had met the beast first hand.

A dragon.

Terror had gripped he princess so strongly that she hadn’t been able to control her words when the creature asked who she was and why she had been sent there. Every detail of her failure to produce an heir for her husband spilled from her lips, and the dragon had listened and watched in careful contemplation. The princess learned very quickly that the dragon–though female–was capable of altering her sex for the purpose of reproduction…and, as it happened, there were no other dragons remaining in the area to select as a mate.

And so it was that the princess found herself, now on her hands and knees in the remnants of the castle throne room, while her captor encircled her trembling form and lapped at her entrance, making her nice and wet.

“P-please…” Oriane’s voice trembled as much as her newly bared form as she spoke, biting her lip as she felt her entrance grow wet, despite herself. “I…I-I’m not a suitable mate for you, Mistress…if I could not give my own husband an heir, how could I possibly carry your offspring?”

pawsoflightning

Klau’den parted Oriane’s legs with her snout, her long tongue spreading the princess’ slick folds easily, eager to taste more of the girl that would soon bear her young. Despite her pleas, her smaller body was clearly responding to the gray scaled dragon’s actions. Good. Klau’den would have to prepare her well before she could take her size and eggs.

“Do not compare me to that pathetic human, princess.” Her words came out as a deep, smoky growl. It carried a hint of amusement. Klau’den lapped heavily against Oriane’s folds before burrowing her snout against her cunt, taking in her scent. “You smell fertile and ready. I have no doubt you’ll bear me plenty of hatchlings. It was your pathetic human mate’s seed that could not take. Make no mistake - he was weak. But now you are mine. And you will take my seed,” the gray dragon snarled, her tongue probing against Oriane’s cunt to find that little opening and finally press inside.

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