#dragon shifter

The cave was bathed in the warm firelight, the flickering flames casting dancing shadows on the rough stone walls and your writhing body. You lay on a bed of soft furs and silks, legs split wide and draped over a pair of muscled thighs. Chest heaving as your dragon-shifter—tall, muscular, and radiating power toyed with your pussy. His fingers spread your folds, exposing your little slit to his feral eyes. He rubbed your opening, gathering your essence in his fingers and smearing it on your clit. The touch was electric, and you couldn’t help but arch into him, your hands clutching at the hard planes of his chest.

"Hmnnn... yesss..." you breathed, your voice a whisper as his fingers scorched your tender flesh.

"Eryndrin," he said. "My name is Eryndrin, little flame. And you'll cry it out before the night is over."

You barely had time to register his words before buried his face between your legs, claiming you pussy with lewd kisses that left you breathless. His hands were everywhere, grabbing your hips, itching up your sides, and grabbing your tits. When his tongue slipped past the tight entrance of your hole, you saw stars, your body reacting to his touch like a flame being kindled.

Ecstatic joy burst through you as you thrashed, your fingers tangling in his dark hair, every slide of his tongue leaving a path of fire in its wake. Trapped under him, he kept devouring you, his hands cupping your hips and pulling you closer. His touches were electric, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

"Eryndrin!" you moaned as he pressed scorching, open-mouthed kisses on your clit.

He growled in answer, proving just how much he enjoyed hearing it.

"Say it again," he demanded, gently pushing a finger in your tender pussy.

"Ah — Eryndrin," you cried out, your voice shaking as he pumped that finger, wet noises filling your ears.

"Louder." Another finger pushed inside you, while he cilclred his tongie around your clit.

You went crazy and trembled. "Eryndrin!"

"Good girl," he said softly, his lips brushing over your folds. "Now let me hear you scream it."

He pumped his finger and he did. With each touch, thrust, and possessive growl, he pushed you closer to the edge until you were crying out his name, your broken voice booming throughout the cave. He prepared you for what seemed to be hours, rolling you on your stomach while pounding into your cunt, his fingers stretching you out. You came again and again, hips bucking uncontrollably as bliss and sweet pain molding into one. Eryndrin felt a primal need to fuck you but he also enjoyed the sight of your cunt around his fingers, the tight little hole stretching so perfectly around his digits. So he kept you there, enslaved to his shameless thrusts and strokes as tongue and fingers explored every inch of your sloppy wet cunt. You were his, and he was planning to have his fill of you. In every way.

“Eryndrin!” you cried out for the thousandth time, your voice breathless as pleasure crashed over you for the tenth time in a row. You were on all fours, sweaty and trembling while three fingers drove back and forth in your pussy, slick sounds echoing in the lair. His tongue lapped up every drop of your release while his free hand rubbed your back soothingly.

A whimper escaped you when he pushed his fingers out of your well-fingered pussy. He kissed your folds one last time before turning you over. Through foggy eyes, you watched him as he fisted his two huge cocks glistening with pre-cum. They were identical, large and lengthy from tip to base. Veins cradled them and now you noticed they were slick, self-lubricating.

"Ready, sweatheart?"

"Hmm, more than ever," you said rather dazedly causing him to smile. He'd given you so much pleasure, and you were still greedy for more. When he was done with you, you doubted you'd be able to walk. But it would be worth it. More than anything.

Eryndrin chuckled as he rested your legs on his chest, his cocks heavy on your belly. He guided the lower cock in your entrance, leaving the other outside. You let out a quiet hitch of breath when the head popped inside and the thickness of it penetrated you while the upper cock pulsed on your belly, the cockhead tricking moisture in your bellybutton. He fed you inch by inch, going inhumanly deep until he bottomed out inside you.

You quivered, feeling so stuffed and stretched. "Ahnnn!"

"There, good girl, taking one of my cocks deep in her pretty little cunt." He kissed you lovingly, then rubbed your belly, which was bulging a little with the shape of his shaft inside you. "It's alright. You are safe. Only my mate can take me like this. Your body was made for me. Does it feel good, my little flame?"

“Hmm, it feels so intense,” you panted, another climax building. “I'm… so close.”

Grasping your hips, he watched your cunt contract until his cock slid out, all ten inches of him glistening with your juices before pushing back inside. You cried out, your hands finding purchase on his other cock. You rubbed and pumped him in time with his deep thrusts, his shaft stroking and hitting the right spot again and again.

Again, you came in a series of moans, your body clenching and unclenching around his cock. But then you felt it: a new stretch, another building pressure that made your breath catch. Your eyes widened and when you realized what was going on; he was squeezing the second cock into your hole, the massive head pressing firmly, stretching your pussy further than you thought possible. Your body tensed, your eyes staring with fear and excitement.

Surely, you couldn't take both— "Shh," he reassured you. "You can take it, little flame. You were made for this.""What if... I—I cannot? It's too much."Eryndrin kissed you, but he did not stop. His tongue slid into your mouth the same time as his cock pushed in. Gently, agonizingly slowly. Both shafts stretching and filling you in ways that caused your vision to blur. Your nails sunk into his shoulders as you gasped, your body quivering beneath him.

"You can do it," Eryndrin rasped in your mouth. "Relax your muscles, sweetheart. There, let me help you feel even better."

Guiding his thumb on your clit, he rubbed back and forth, awakening your pleasure and causing your pussy to relax. So far you'd taken a few inches of both cocks, but thanks to your lubrication and that of his cocks, he drove steadily deeper. Deeper and deeper, opening you up for his girths.And then, with a final thrust, he was completely buried inside you, pussy impaled on both cocks. You cried and came undone, your clit throbbing in waves of heat even as your body tried to adjust to the unbelievable fullness. Eryndrin grunted above you, his hands grasping your hips as he began to move, each thrust sending ecstasy coursing through your body."See? You took me so good," he said, his breath hot on your ear. "You are mine, sweetheart. Mine to worship and protect. Mine to fuck and stretch around my cocks."After that, you lost the ability to think. The stretch was intense, your belly rounder than before, the pleasure indescribable. You could feel the overwhelming love and possession as he claimed you totally, lewd sounds echoing, the plap-plap of flesh meeting flesh filling your ears.

Soon, he fucked you to another orgasm, his cocks squelching in and out of you. You thrashed and whimpered, overstimulated but he kept going, looking stronger than ever, his cocks feeling harder and thicker than before. His name became a litany on your lips, with each cry becoming more frantic than the previous one. Eryndrin! Eryndrin!Finally, with a roar that shook the cave's foundations, he joined you in relief, his lips spitting a flare of fire into the air. He slammed to the hilt, his cocks expanding even more and flooding you with cum. His stomach flexed as he spurted load after load, his mouth whimpering your name as he filled your cunt with so much seed that it trickled out of you and stained the furs and silks.

All that remained was the sound of your mingled breaths, the world reduced to the two of you, connected so intimately. Your body felt boneless and heavy as you lay beneath him, his strong body wrapped about you, his cock still releasing inside you.

"Today, you became mine," he said, his voice deep and possessive. "And I became yours. Forever."

"Forever, my love," you nodded, your eyes closing as you relaxed into the warmth of his embrace.

The last thing you remembered before closing your eyes was the immense happiness and sweet tiredness as he held you close and whispered how much he loved you. You slept in his arms, knowing that no matter what happened next, you would always belong to him—your dragon shifter, your Eryndrin.

That is how much you wanted him. All of him. And eventually your Dragon bf comes to see just how much it meant to you.

So he arranges the whole night, knowing you’ll have to recover after. On hand he has the biggest amount of lube you’ve ever seen. Your Dragon bf clearly over-preparing in his nervousness. You know he doesn’t want to hurt you and the fact warms your heart. But you want this, need this. Just thinking about it has pre dribbling from your slit and making a mess of your briefs.

Eventually you can’t take his endless pacing as he checks and re-checks everything in his warm comfortable den. So you walk over to him and place a gentle hand on his muscular arm. Even without the dragon form your bf was a big man. Excitment curls in your belly imagining how much bigger he’ll get.

“Calm down, babe. It’s ok, I can take it,” you say with the utmost confidence.

Still, your dragon bf doesn’t look too sure. A smirk plays on your lips as you cup the nape of your bf’s neck and bring him down in a slow tender. Neither of you daring to back away until you’re both soft and pliant in each other’s arms.

“I’m like… super tough. So I can totally take dragon dick. And next time I’d definitely be able to take some dragon ass.”

Your bf chuckles lowly, making you shiver against him. He mirrors your smirk as he starts slowly backing you into the pile of furs he calls a bed.

“That’s pretty confident of you, eh? Who said anything about next time?”

But your dragon bf pushes you down into the furs and for the first time during the whole night you can see just how excited and turned on your bf is. His eyes never leave your face but yours travel over his form as skin fades to scales and he grows taller and taller in size, all signs of his human features shift into that of a dragon.

You gape up at him, marveling at the sheer size of his form. When before, his den he brought you to appeared huge, you can now see your bf nearly reaches the top of the cave. And when you look down, down, down, you gape again. This time at the sheer size of his cock.

“Not so cocky now, baby?” He purrs, leaning close till his snout is only inches from your face.

“Not yet.”

Your bf chuckles at your confidence despite his nervousness. He takes you in his claws and brings you up to rest on his underbelly. His touch is careful like he’s afraid to break you if he holds too hard. And honestly you feel so small and breakable in his arms, you almost want him to squeeze you and tease you with his strength.

But he’s all focused on you, your dragons bfs hard cock twitches, his tip leaking just from having your body on his. Yet he never tries to rush as he slowly stretches your ass on his fingers. Gently taking it one digit at a time as you lay on his belly.

Your moans echo through the den, your hold on your bf tightening as your bf finger fucks your ass so tenderly. Your heart flutters and your cock leaks, already overwhelmed by being more and more filled. You can’t wait to try his cock.

When ready he lifts your body with ease. He hasn’t even pushed into you yet and you already feel like his little fuck doll. Both of you gasp as he starts to push in, his girth forcing all the air from your lungs to make way for his cock.

The stretch is so delicious and you already start shaking after only a couple inches. But your dragon boyfriend remains careful, slowly thrusting inch by inch, waiting for your ass to open up to him like a flower.

“I-is it all the way in yet?” You whimper, your body sagging against your bf like his length has sucked up all your energy.

Your bf looks down, biting his lip in worry. He’s sure you can’t take much more but you want it so badly. So as smoothly as he can, your bf slams up the rest of his length into at the same time he shifts a little back back into a human, making his dragon size a bit smaller and allowing you to take his full dick.

He smooths his claws over your back, shushing you gently as he waits patiently for you to adjust.

“Mhm. What a good boy f’me, taking my cock like a champ. You’re gonna make such a pretty little cum dump,” he coos in your ear as he pulls his length almost all the way out before slamming it back in.

You had definitely strayed too far from the path this time. You had no choice, though. Oleander was nearly out of season, and you only needed a few more clumps of the soft pink petals, enough for a rich tea, and your father would be as good as dead. 

The ground was soft and muddy beneath your slippers. Deadly at this altitude, and the rain was only getting heavier. The Sidra would be swollen and torrential by the time you turned back, and far too dangerous to cross. 

But you had no choice. Brushing thick drops from your eyelashes, you continued on until a spattering of rosy pink flowers revealed themselves beneath a soaked bush. Gently, you plucked them and stuffed the blooms into the boning of your dress. The modiste had refused to sew pockets into your dresses, as a proper lady should never need to carry anything in them. That was one reason, but you knew the other. The King wanted you utterly helpless. And that was why you had to kill him.

A few hours ago you would have worried about searchers finding you tromping through the woods. Now you were certain no one could find you. 

For a moment, it was comforting. But only for a moment. Ahead, thunder cracked and the mountainside shook, loosening boulders the same size as yourself. You had to find shelter. Quickly.

The sky had ripped open, gusts of wind bringing down a flood of rain that showed no signs of stopping. What wasn’t mud was loosened rock, and both were dangerous. 

The mountain opened up into the mouth of a yawning cave. It seemed you had no choice in anything anymore. This was the safest place you could have come across.

Dry. That was all that mattered. You kept one hand on the wall, using it to guide you deeper into the dark until you no longer felt the chilly wind clawing through your wet dress. 

Again, the mountain shook. This time though, there was no thunder to shake the ground. No, this was coming from inside the mountain.

Fear curdled away the feeling of luck until it became sour. Boom, boom, boom. A series of horrible thumps sounded. They grew louder, meaning they were coming closer.

Every fable read to you by your beloved mother flicked through your mind in grand procession. A harpy? No, this was too big. A gryphon? No, they hated high altitudes. It must be… a mountain troll. They were huge, but also stupid. You flattened yourself against the cavern wall. It could walk right past you if the rain muddled your scent. 

Boom, boom, boom. Something glinted deep within the tunnel. A flash of bronze, like the swords and shields of the fallen soldiers that served your father. Hot steam sailed past your face as you came face to face with something that was certainly not a mountain troll. 

Bigger. Covered in copper scales like large flattened coins. Its eyes were shiny amber stones, and you felt trapped within them. A dragon. A real one. It couldn’t be anything but real of course, and yet it felt strange to witness.

“Foolish girl, where do you hail from that you do not know to stay in your village?”

No voice shook the mountains, as you might have expected. The powerful baritone echoed only in your mind, like some strange magic.

Words failed you. Utterly. What excuse could you make to appease a beast of this size?

The dragon huffed a breath, its snout leveling itself at your breasts and breathing deep. A low laugh rumbled through your head. “You intend to poison me? With a handful of dainty blossoms. You shall have to try much harder.”

“They aren’t for you.” the words did not come out fiercely, merely a quiet murmur. Maybe it was not wise to correct him…

“Who are they for, then? Some playmate who upset you?” Sarcasm. You were used to being mocked.

“No,” it took all your strength to say, “it’s for my father. The King.”

The reptilian beast had no fur or hair or feathers, but some ridge along its eye gave the impression of being raised. “Curious.” He- it?- no, certainly he- considered you for another long moment. “What has he done to earn your ire?” 

It seemed for the moment you were not in immediate danger, but it was best not to allow yourself relief. “Firstly, he did not tell me this cave was inhabited.”

Another laugh rolled through like thunder. “A grave injustice to you indeed.”

You were stuck here now, but maybe it wasn’t so bad. The dragon was excellent company. “I am to be married and shipped away to a man I have never met, nor written. Some ways away in Rask.”

The dragon stilled, then blew an irritated puff of steam through his nostrils. “That is regrettable indeed, small one.” His body crouched, haunches retreating a little ways back to allow you further entrance. “Perhaps this meddlesome storm was a blessing, if only to delay this.”

He was welcoming of you, then. You followed after, deeper into the cave. It grew dryer and warmer, the stone containing this massive creature’s heat. “It will delay it for sure, but my arrangement is inevitable. I am a prize,” you drawled sarcastically. “A princess with considerable dowry, and my virginity intact.”

Curiosity lit his big eyes. “Is that still what humans seek? Not love? Not compatibility?”

“Human males,” you corrected. “They are the problem.”

“And what if you were not… a virgin.”

Where exactly this was going… you could only imagine. “I suppose they would reconsider my worth in a partnership.” 

“I could remedy this for you easily.”

“Absolutely not.” Yes, you imagined this conversation correctly. “You’re…” The words escaped you, but a vague gesture to his size and shape and ridiculous offer should be understandable enough.

“Worry not, small one, it is in a dragon’s blood to ravage poor little princesses.” The words came out a seductive tease as he lowered his great copper head until he was within an arm’s length. “I promise to be oh so gentle with you.”

Your nerves bubbled. A dragon was offering to fuck you. To ruin you wholly. And, it was the perfect escape. For you would not be virginal, and who would think to question such a terrifying memory of conquest? “I don’t even know your name-“

“Eris,” he crooned, “hailing from the Vanserra lineage.”

“But you’re so-“

“Big? I said not to worry, I can amend that.” 

Light flared so bright you had to both shut your eyes and cover them with your hands. The dragon’s- Eris’s- body shifted and shrunk until a man stood before you. He had lost the copper scales, but his hair was of the same forge-fired color. The great horns he had worn still rose from the long length of it. His body was toned and lithe, every bit as powerful as his other form. And he was starkly naked.

Standing proudly at his hips was a cock the color of molten bronze, lined with soft spines that you had no doubt served some profane purpose. “I like the way you look at me, small one.” Out loud now, he spoke.  His tease was every bit as deep and soothing as the voice in your head had been.

A brief silence passed as Eris waited for you to say something. Anything, really. Nothing came. But he could smell it. The light scent of your arousal found him and his lips bent into a smirk at the corners. “We have no choice but to wait out this tempest. Let us at least accomplish something as we do.”

He was beautiful, wasn’t he? And this was exactly the way out that you so badly needed, the kind you had spent weeks praying for, to any god who would listen. It seemed the gods of lust were the only available to answer that particular prayer.

“You will be gentle?”

His eyes softened. “Infinitely so.”

“Very well.” It would not do to wait, to allow yourself a second guess. A bit further into the cave was a pile of dry, soft furrs, and in a few steps you were laying yourself out like a fine feast.

“You really are a princess,” Eris mused, following after to kneel at your feet. “Shall I ask for the honor to undress you? Or would you prefer I fetch a ladies’ maid?”

“You shall do just fine.” It was becoming hard not to smile at his strange flirtation. His charm. He was right to be named after a sewer of discord with a plan like this.

Eris arched one perfect brow, then slowly peeled off your wet scrap of a dress. One hand perched beside your head, the other at the small of your back, arching your hips into the position he liked. The reddened tip of his cock brushed your entrance.

“I never expected a beast’s rutting to be so polite.” You couldn’t help the taunt.

Eris’s grin turned lopsided. “Dragons happen to be very refined beasts. A woman like you though… I am tempted to stray from the customs of polite society…”

Maybe, just maybe, you were very into this. “Far be it from me to deny you. To deny us both.” 

His eyes went dark. “Ask me again, little princess, and I will give you everything you wish for.”

“Please.”

It took no groveling. Eris’s impatience showed as he filled you with one fell swoop. His movements were not cruel, but they were hungry. Deep, resonant strokes passed every barrier your body had to give until you were melting apart beneath him.

“What an honor it is to ruin your marriage,” he purred, pushing you deeper into the bed of furs. 

Your answering moans only spurred him on. In and out, ebbing like the flow of the tide only to force his way back in until each thrust guided him straight to your cervix. 

“Shall I give you a babe, as well? Watch their faces redden in anger when I keep you prisoner in my caves.” 

Your stomach tightened, hot pleasure bubbling in your core. He knew exactly how to push, how to render you silent and oh so loud all at once.

Deeper. Harder and faster. One taloned thumb brushing along your clit. Eris played your body like a fiddle until you were gripping his horns for purchase and silencing your own cries with his kiss. 

A climax overcame you, and the clenching of your muscles had a string of curses pouring from his lips. Hot, silky cum flooded into your womb.

The pleasure felt as if it would never end. And it wouldn’t. Not for a long while, at least. The soft spines that spanned his cock released and hardened until Eris was fully locked inside.

Eris panted through the last sparks of his climax. “You are comfortable?”

“Yes,” you answered breathlessly. Even so, he tucked your bodies under the soothing dryness of the furs. 

“Dragons are fussy over their mates…” he murmured.

“Mates? We’re mates now?”

A coppery blush colored his high cheeks. “Well… I… I suppose that would be-“

It was your turn to cut him off now. “I think I might like that.”

She kept laughing, and smiling at him, so he kept saying yes. Until, before he knew it, he was encouraging her to let him take her on his high loop around the island.

Her squeals of awe found his ears through the roaring wind. Each time she went quiet, he cut low around a cloud. When she hollered, he tore them straight through the next patch of fog. She coughed and sputtered on a mouth full of mist. Gasping for breath, laughter rolled out of her like fresh thunder.

Each time he swooped and came back up, her weight shifted around and jeopardized his attention on altitude. The softest skin at the center of her legs squeezed around him, urgent, insistent. Desperate. She clung to him for dear life, trusting him as they ripped through infinite darkness.

They barely knew each other, and yet, here she was. Holding her wet core to the scaled apex between his shoulders. It's where wings would have been, if dragons still had a need for them. Eons of magical evolution made them useless in some wingless creatures. And for others, their purpose changed.

Ribbons of pleasure fluttered along his spine where she touched his most sensitive scales. She exclaimed and shifted, leaning toward to point at a glittering skyscraper, and clenched. Her most intimate muscles moved against his and he stumbled. Air caught him under his legs and they dropped suddenly.

She clenched again in fear. He apologized and leveled out, wanting to test her now. If he kept straight and steady, she rocked and clenched against the ridge between his shoulders. His eyes blurred and he nearly lost control again. If he wanted to keep her safe during this experiment, he couldn't lose control. So he took it back.

He became the undulation for her. Rocking himself under her like a wave. She was still laughing, but biting her lip. A different type of fear hitched in her voice. Excited and afraid. Exactly where he wanted her.

Another rumble sent chills across her skin and he became suddenly aware she should have been wearing her warmest layers. He told her to hold tight and rushed back to the nearest cave. Whoever's cave it was, they left the fire burning. They won't be gone long, but he only needed a moment so she wouldn't be at risk of losing a toe.

One arm gripped her to his side to slip her back to solid ground beside the modest campfire. She lost her hold on him and all of her weight swept along the muscled groove where his hip met his torso. Her feet stumbled over his clawed toes.

She must have been speaking in apologies, he thought, because her cheeks did the wonderful blushing again.

Mud and spit covered his brain. She was standing so close. He stood around her to reflect the fire's heat against her fresh skin with his metallic scales. His eyes focused on the bead of sweat at her temple.

He'd reached out to taste her without warning. Without thinking. She gasped when it met his tongue. Her eyes went wide but she didn't flinch. "Oh, wow..." She wasn't sure what to make of him...

Her salts hit his senses like snow rolls down a mountain. He was drunk on her at one sip, with hardly enough sense to steel himself. She was jasmine and juniper and eager twilight breeze. She couldn't help but react as he inhaled deeply, craning in to nuzzle the crook of her neck. She shuddered into him with peaking breasts.

She swelled against him where he hardened. His hot breath fanned her chest and she leaned fully into his massive chest. Gods he's soft in the strangest way. Like beaded silk. Her hands swept unsurely over his ribs, landing surely over his heart. Her tiny hands closed over one side of his chest as he rumbled with pleasure. She felt it from her nose to her toes. It blew air on the campfire inside her.

A warm nudge at her belly shifted her attention away from his solemn face. He couldn't move himself away in time. She saw all of him.

She gasped and held her gaze. She didn't want to waste a second of her beautiful unsheathed shifter. The smooth complex ridges at his lower abdomen had expanded to reveal his manhood. A part of him that was more male than dragon, and at her attention. If her blush was peachy before, it was blood red now.

A smooth shaft with a thick base of ridges in a decadent gradient of metallic silver and white. The sight of him set her to tightening; wondering if she could fit him. Wanting so badly to try.

"Oh, my," she mouthed. Not only was he the most wonderful man she'd ever met, he also has the most beautiful cock she can imagine.

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