#ako

⤷ maekar knows his scales feel good. he meticulously takes care of them, having servants oil and lightly scrape them down so they're not too rough on your skin. especially his tail. long and scaly and powerful, and one of your favorite things to hump when you're needy and seek pleasure. your dragon husband enjoys lounging back and offering his tail to you, curling it languidly onto the bed or the side of his armchair, jutting his chin towards it, coaxing you to take what you want, what you seek. his slitted pupils dilate as soon as he sees you hike up your skirts and straddle the scaly muscle, having a front row view to the way your damp folds part against it, puffy clit protruding, already throbbing. he even assists you, pressing his tail firmly against you, moving it back and forth against your slick heat, creating toe-curling friction that has your thighs shake and your moans ring into the royal chambers. "that's it, sweet wife," he will say, tone a low, satisfied growl, mouth twitching into a lazy smirk as he watches you unravel yourself on his tail, getting the scales wet and glistening. "feels good, doesn't it? better than my cock, hm?" and the rumble in his chest only grows more animal at the shake of your head, at how eager you are to deny that claim.

⤷ he rewards you every time for your eagerness. the tip of his tail is ever moving. brushing against your hips, flicking your clit, tapping against it in soft spanks that make you twitch. and sometimes, when he feels particularly wicked, he dips between your ass cheeks and presses against your hole, feeling the puckered rim flutter and will to close on instinct. "shh, shh, i'm just feeling, my love," he'll croon at you, waiting patiently until your hips falter and the pace turns clumsy and fevered to ever so slightly dip the tip of his tail into the puckered rim. the reaction is instantaneous and visceral. you clench so hard around him, and you cum all over his tail, dirtying his scales and having slick drip onto the floor or bed underneath. "that's a good girl," your dragon will croon again, leaning close to nuzzle your cheek and press soft kisses to your temple, chest vibrating with delight. "you did so well, wife."

⤷ dragon hybrid!maekar's rut cycles are never spontaneous. he knows to be prepared for a week of letting the beast prowling in his chest claw its way out twice a year: the first week of spring and the last week of autumn. makes sure all his affairs are in order, and he and his wife can lock themselves up in the highest tower of the palace and be together for as long as it takes for it to subside. it rarely takes a full week, but maekar loves spending the last one or two days—mellowed out and sated—holding his wife close and making sure his rough handling during his rut had not affected you too greatly. bathing you himself every morning and night, washing your skin and hair with careful strokes, crooning softly in your ear, praises pouring out like honeysuckle, making you feel cherished and pampered. maekar knows your body needs a lot of rest after being thoroughly mounted and fucked for multiple days consecutively, taking it upon himself to carry you around, not letting your toes touch the ground—not even once, his tail steady and firm around your waist as he moves you from the bath to the bed to dry you and dress you himself, murmuring in low, tender tones how much he loves you, how grateful he is that you allowed him to spend his rut with you, how beautiful you looked full of his cum and writhing beneath him.

⤷ maekar's ruts are very intense. he was honest with you from the start, even before he married you, that when he is in a rut, he is more beast than man. even with all his iron-clad restraint and discipline, he becomes nothing but a slave to his primal instinct when the rut hits. the blood in his veins feels molten, his eyes glitter with a predatory glint that makes you weak in the knees; his cock is hard as steel just from the sight of you. it's not like you need to bend backward to make your husband want you, not at all. maekar always wants you, has never denied you an ounce of pleasure. but when he is in rut, there is no end to his whims, no end to the beast lurking at the edges of his mind telling him to take, mark, fuck, mount. he directs all of it at you. only ever you. a whiff of your scent, a glimpse of your skirts fluttering, a tilt of your neck that bares your throat? he is on you faster than you can blink, rutting his cock against your thighs, ass, back; anything, and growling in your ear, forked tongue laving at any patch of skin he can reach, dull claws ripping your clothes from your body.

⤷ it's how he knows his rut has started. when the only thing on his mind is your cunt and your tits and your ass and your face and you, you, you. he manhandles you towards the tower room with clumsy efficiency, barely holding back from tearing your skirts at the crotch and rutting his cock into your pussy in broad daylight, where anyone can see. but he won't. no one can see you like that. no one can know how your skin warms under his attention, how your cunt sounds when it's being pounded by his cock, how your moans drip from your lips like honey in his ear. only him. uses his wings to cover you, wrapping his tail around your waist to drag you into him and keep you pressed close, nosing at your neck and cleavage all the way to the tower. his tongue never stops tasting, his hand never stops wandering, the purr in his chest never ceases.

⤷ you're on the bed as soon as the door clicks closed, a full weight of man and dragon and beast pressing you into the mattress as he digs his claws into your gown and rips down the middle, leaving you bare to his frantic eyes, slitted pupils dilated, the purple of his eyes barely noticeable anymore. his tail moves you to his mouth, dragging your cunt over his face lewdly, his mouth already open wide to receive your folds and clit under his tongue, lapping at you loudly, slurping and growling into the slick heat with a satisfaction bordering on devotion. maekar always delves headfirst into your pussy when he is in rut. it smears your scent on him, leaving his every breath and inhale smelling like you, his beard, nose, and fringe all glistening with your slick. his forked tongue curls and flicks your clit, delves deep into your soppy hole, and even laves at the puckered rim between the globes of your ass. your husband is relentless in giving you pleasure, wings twitching and flaring out in delight when your first orgasm washes over you and you squirt all over his chin, cheeks and tongue. it makes him dizzy with the need for more, the need to have you do it again, but on his cock this time.

⤷ and you do, drenching the scales at the base of his cock and his navel with your juices after he's folded you in half and rutted inside your cunt with the fervor of an animal, the tip of his cock kissing your womb with every thrust, dragging along your gummy walls deliciously, nudging his knot as deep as it could go, stretching your hole to its limit. your knees are almost touching your shoulders, one broad palm wrapped around one thigh, his tail coiled on the other, tugging aside, opening you up for him as far as you'll go without discomfort. "such a wet cunt, wife," he growls, the sounds of your coupling so loud and filthy in the silence of the room, squelching noises reverberating off the walls. "drenchin' me so much. you sure you're not the one in heat, my love? could have fooled me with how filthy this pussy is for me. taking my knot so fucking good."

⤷ he moves you around after every round, too restless, the beast under his skin unsated and hungry for more. he rolls you onto your stomach, tail pushing your hips back onto his cock as he blankets you fully, one of his biceps curled around your neck as he pounds into you again and again, sweat slicked chest along your back, skin on skin sliding hotly. your moans and whimpers only make the dragon in the marrow of his bones need more, keeping you flush to him, mounting you like a mindless beast, the jut of his hips snapping against the fat of your ass loud and merciless, punching out more sweet sounds from your throat. "shh, i know, i know," he croons against your ear, placating but smug, forked tongue licking along the cartilage, a smirk on his lips. "feels too good? gonna give me another one, wife?" and you do, soaking the mattress and him as you squirt again, cunt fluttering around him, willing his orgasm to follow as he bites down onto your shoulder to muffle his loud growl, barely hard enough to draw blood. marking you.

⤷ when he feels like you're becoming lax and lazy, overwhelmed, he lets you take the reins. his palm pats your thigh, urging you to straddle him and ride his cock as he sits back against the headboard, clawed fingers pawing at your tits, the tips flicking your pebbled nipples as he rumbles, eyes laser focused on you. "c'mon," coaxes, hips grinding against your ass. "ride your dragon, sweet wife," and his lips curl into that self-assured tilt only you get to see as he pats your thigh again, putting more pressure, spanking the fat there. "i want to see your tits bounce while you do," he continues crudely, forked tongue licking at his lips like a predator wetting his chops before sinking its teeth into prey. not long after, you follow his demand, palms pressed to his slick chest as you bounce onto his cock, moaning and mewling as you feel the tip going so much deeper like this, hitting spots that make your eyes roll to the back of your head. your tits move along with your grinding, and maekar shamelessly presses his face against them, growling, licking, and suckling every patch of skin he can find, curling his long tongue around pebbled nipples and squeezing, leaving behind saliva and slobbering all over your breasts. "that's it, that's it, sweetling," he growls against a mountful of your tit, his tail moving to assist your grinding as he feels you faltering, your thighs twitching and shaking, coiling around your waist to move you himself as you rut onto his cock.

⤷ dragon hybrid!maekar always cums in you during ruts. filling you with so much of his spend that it overflows, dripping from your wet pussy along his cock, staining the sheets and dirtying his navel and thighs. you feel so obscenely full of him, even more so when he plugs his knot into your cunt and keeps it there, growling against your neck as he bites marks into the skin. "so full of me, wife," he croons, so satisfied, almost a purr resounding from his throat. "your belly's already rounder with my clutch," maekar's scenting your skin, almost rubbing it raw with his cheek and nose, too pleasure drunk, the rut addling his mind. "my sweet, pretty wife giving me hatchlings by winter come," he murmurs, and you can feel his cock twitch inside you. "gods, i love you so much," your dragon mouths at your skin, tail swishing behind him languidly, coiling and unfurling lazily, so, so pleased. "my sweet treasure. all mine."