✨️transmasc reader x cis male dragon 🐉

》》dubcon, breeding kink, readers genitals are referred to as "boycunt, boypussy, t-dick"《《

It all happened so quickly. Yesterday you were still a normal guy with dauly duties, chores and a job- until you decided to fuck around with magic. It wasn't real anyway right? When you arranged the candles and picked out a card deck, you remembered you should put away your sewing project. Letting needles lay on the floor was never a good idea... Ouch! A pin needle that hid itself between layers of fabric drew out a dark and rich drop of blood from your fingertip. Mumbling curses, you wiped it on a tissue and continued your little ritual. What you didn't notice in the dark was that your finger kept bleeding, leaving marks on the cards, the candle and your other utensils....

Bored and frustrated of your life in the new city you just moved to, you asked "the spirits of whoever the hell this is" for guidance and some sort of solution.

"Every day's the same! Responsibility after responsibility! I get up and study, then i eat and go to work- at the end of the day Im so fed up with everything that I dont even wanna do my hobbies! It alls annoys me- I need some sort of... purpose in life."

As you draw out the next card for advice your finger feels hot and prickly. Before you know it there's an eerie ringing in your ear. What is that? Did you eat something wrong?

First there's a shadow- which totally freaks you out. "Who- who is this???!!" you stutter in panic. The shadow gets thicker- bigger. Until it consumes almost all of your one room apartment. And then it materializes. You can't believe your eyes when you see the scaled face of a fire dragon. Its raspy breathing alone makes the glass on your desk shake.

"Hmmmmmm" it rumbles deep in his leathery chest that's almost as high as the ceiling. "You are just right... little human." the dragon growls. Your eyes are still wide in shock, hands pressed against the wall as you try to comprehend what is happening. "R-r- right for what?!" you stutter, light headed from the adrenaline.

"Hmmmmmm-" he growls again. "Humankind destroyed us. Many many years ago.. I am the last." His heavy voice claims the small dorm room. "And you'd make a great bearer. Big enough to carry my egg- small enough for you to OBEY." he snaps and swirls his meaty tail around your waist, only to grab your theashing form with his massive claws and carry you away through some sort of shadow portal.

When you first dared to open your eyes again, green forests and ancient ruins painted the landscape. The dragons massive wings made the young trees bend as he slowly landed on the sacred grasslands.

"This is where my kind lived. All ruined. But today I'll renew what was lost." he snarls aggressively before holding me to the ground. I can see the fire burning in his maw, either from frustration or aggression.

"I-im really sorry that happened- bb-but I have nothing to do with it I swear- I-" you stutter overwhelmed by this whole situation as he rips your shirt and your sweatpants off effortlessly. "You are the perfect vessel little human- I see that you are a male- but still you have the gift to carry my embers- you are strong." Through all the fear and adrenaline, those words rolling off his forked tongue made you blush. Your gaze trails down his long scaled neck, down to his muscular chest, his heaving belly and- the massive bobbing cock that's twitching directly in your direction. Behind it, his massive ballsack is swinging with every movement he makes, eager to remove your clothes. You feel something pool deep inside your lower belly. Fear, frustration, ... shame... arousal..? No this can't be. You press your thighs together. His angry steaming cock twitches again. God.

Before you know it your legs are parted and the dragon traces what seem to be magical runes onto your tummy.

"I want my little furnace to take me. You're a strong male, but you're still human. I dont want you to break from this." An amused chuckle that shakes the leaves on the ancient oaks around you leaves his massive chest. You swallow. You can smell it now. His arousal. His musk. The way he takes a few steps forward to position himself, make his cock and massive ballsack bob and sway, witching with forbidden excitement. As he comes closer, panic rises in your chest. The cockhead nudging itself against your boycunt is as thick as your thigh! You feel like you might pass out, when the runes on your belly start glowing. Suddenly you feel so light, so ~flexible~ as his angry purple tip smears precum all over your crotch.

He growls and hisses, holding you in place so you cant run- cant move- only there to be a vessel for him as he prepares to impale you on his massive log of a dragon cock. You squirm and thrash until- until!- the fat head of his veiny, ridged penis bullies its way into your boypussy, stretching you in a way you thought impossible. Your t-dick twitches desperately, your body obviously overwhelmed, not quite sure how to react to this insane intrusion. It slides and squelches as your high pitched protests only spur him on more.

"Shut up pathetic human! I will flood you with my ancient seed, and breed you over and over again! You WILL carry my embers and thats about how much free will you'll get!"

With a thrundering angry growl he thrusts his hips further, making your poor hairy belly bulge as he batters your cervix. To your own absolute shame, you get incredibly wet, creaming up his whole dick! You want to close your legs and cry in shame but he holds you open. With every frustrating thrust, his huge ballsack slaps against the back of your thighs and your ass, the impact sending a ridiculous *plap!* through the air every time. The ridges massage the weeping depths of your boypussy, the angry cockhead nudging and pressing and bullying your cervix relentlessly, basking in the sweet juices of your manhood. How must this look?? A small human being trapped under this impossibly large ancient dragon, getting forcibly bred and pounded by it with the inevitable outcome of getting his guts flooded with thick gooey- NO! You shake your head. Gosh what are you thinking?? Are you enjoying this? You feel the beast balls draw up closer to his body, his thundering growls getting louder, his thrust getting sloppy, leaving ropes of slick connecting your ass with his crotch every time he draws back.

"Now- r-receive my ancient seed! Take it all up into your womb! I'll fill you until there is no space inside your whorish belly!!!!"

Your pathetic protests die under the dragons uncontrollable mighty roar as he rams his thick cock as deep as possible into your abused boycunt, making you squels and shriek in pain and pleasure. His meaty balls start pulsing , pumping wave after wave of ozzing hot dragon cum directly into your womb! Your eyes are open wide when you already feel hot and full after one twitch of his cock. Then you realize this is just the beginning. He almost crushes you, holding you impossibly close while pump after pump of his sticky mess are directly implanted into your belly. After a while you whimper, because the sheer amount of it makes your poor belly bulge. Just when the sight of your disheveled, cum filled and abused boypussy is too much to handle, his meaty tail rushes up your thighs and startes rubbing and assaulting your poor t-dick.

Your mind is too clouded to understand everything, but the dragon said something about your "tiny little excuse of a cock" and "a man needing his pleasure" before his wet, flicking movements drive you over the edge!!! You clamp down hard on the massive intrusion of his cock, even pushing him out a few inches as your thighs shake and your shole body spasms in forbidden pleasure. A hight pitched moan of release makes him grown in posessive content as his scalding seed oozes out around his cock. After what feels like hours, he slowly pulls out his limp cock out of your destroyed boycunt, leaving a puddle of hot sticky dragon jizz in his wake. The limp swinging form of his spent cock slowly retreacts into his sheath.

You're too wasted to move a lot but the dragon now looks at you with kindness and licks you clean. He brings your trembling naked body into his lair where he lays you on his soft nest and curls around you like a gigantic cat. You felt warm and fuzzy. Who knows if you'll really grow an egg? You have no idea. But this feels sort of nice.

The dragon continues taking very good care of you, spoiling you. He said that even if you're not sure if an egg would even grow inside you, he sure as hell won't stop trying...

She stands several times over your height, but laying down, she's feels much more intimate... you reach out cautiously to a breast, nearly as large as you are, and begin to feel. Stars, genuinely divine, perfectly soft, her scales making them feel better than any human's you've ever felt. Almost addictive, as you press your body against them just to feel more.

Each was nearly bigger than you right? No. No they are each absolutely bigger than you. And her head, it's not eye level at all. She's huge, even laying down, she's over you. Her head pushing against your back, and you feel a talon pushing you up into those breasts further. Stars even that hand, even a single talon is more than your entire body. Her beauty is unmatched, it puts the stars and angels to shame.

As you smother yourself into this titanic, nearly mountain-sized dragon, you finally see a bit more detail. Right along those breast scales, you spot tiny little pock marks in her armor. Her clawed finger pushes your face against it, showing you those little marks aren't so small. You feel them consuming more and more of your vision, your body is being pressed into one, your dragon becoming the sky, the earth, the she's the size of a planet, she's everything.

You finally feel a hand, brushing against your head, combing out your hair. You open your eyes, and find yourself surrounded by a few dozen figures, all in various states of disrobed. The woman with you in her lap soothes you - "There they are... it's alright, welcome back, supplicant". You look around and take in the home these people have made, carved delicately into the scales of your dragon.

You... seem to have forgotten why you were here... how did you meet your dragon? How did you ever imagine the two of you were ever *comparable* in size? Did you dream it? A family beyond her, friends? But all your friends are here... your goddess has always made sure to care for everything, always given you company. You take a moment, drink a bowl of nectar offered by one of your sisters in communion, and feel the sharp focus flowing through you.

Goodness, you must have overslept your duties. You quickly dust yourself off, and pull off all those... odd metal clothes you had. Strange, maybe one of the other supplicants dressed you in that? You quickly pull on your proper scant robes, and apologize to the others, moving to your place in the circle of mages offering their power to strengthen your goddess. The words of the chant are initially unfamiliar, but as you shake off that dream, they quickly come into clearer focus. Your home rumbles in satisfaction, your goddess gaining that little more strength.

You don't have that odd dream again, thankfully. When you go back to your sleeping chambers, you are greeted by all your fellow servant of the one true goddess - drinking of their nectar, offering yourself to pleasure their flesh, even forgetting yourself a bit, and using the same arcane words you offer your goddess to them, making them stronger, faster, taller, and more seductive at the cost of your own strength...

A few other supplicants have bad dreams like your own. You learn to soothe them, to help them remember the real world for a moment. A few say your goddess has no horde - what blasphemy! You remind them just how full your home is, and that it's only one of so so many homes like it in the goddess's scales. Goodness, how silly they feel afterwards.

It's strange, all those supplicants seem bigger than you after they have that dream, and you have to remember their names again... but that's okay, there's so many here that it only makes sense that you lose track on occasion.

Some of these might be short. That's because I'm biased towards certain tribes.

A lower ranking does not mean they're bad. I'd date any/all of them, but someone's gotta be #1 and someone's gotta be #10

Cut because I can't promise to stay kid appropriate

The Mage Knight and the Dragon || Ira and Ivram

"Remind me, Ivram. Just who has captured whom here?" Ira asks the dragon with a prideful smile on his lips as his calloused hand slides against rough scales and flesh as he encircles his companion's digit.

He may have been the one lying there upon the ground, encompassed by the impressive breadth of his companion's palm, his long silver tresses spilled wildly all around him, but not for a second did he feel caught, suppressed, or helpless like prey.

No.

That feeling belonged to the dragon as he found himself lost in the stare of those bright eyes that bore into his flesh. That challenged him so confidently. And lost in those gleaming tresses that tangled around his fingers as if they were the ones trapping him.

He had lived for centuries, heard the common tongue shift with the decades, he had seen human kingdoms come and go, and many knights, mages, and warriors had entered his forest domain with good and ill will in their hearts, but never in that time had he ever been taken with a human before. Not until now. Not until him.

A knight with no one and nothing. Less a man than an automaton with orders for a wind-up key. But all it took was giving him a chance to make a choice, his own choice for once and to grab at what he wanted with both hands—the clang of the spear the knight once pointed at Ivram, held in trembling hands was thrown to the ground, echoes in his head—that changed both of their lives.

He hadn't expected to be loved...or to love him in return.

"I..." Ivram begins to speak, but words are lost to him beneath that piercing gaze.

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