The King and the Whore (+18)
Pairing: AMAB Dragon x AFAB reader
Warnings: Dominance/ Submission, teasing, praise, virginity, pounding, mating press, humiliation, public(ish) sex, egg preg, egg birth, charming.
“Lay Down.” The deep growl commanded as you stand helpless, shivering from his voice.
He seemed to enjoy your show a little too much, his spiked tail wagging like an excited puppy. At least this fate is better than any brothel, you were one of the “lucky” women sent to entertain King Oberon.
You give an internal sigh as you give in to his orders. He crawled on top of you, sharp claws wrapped around your neck.
“You seem, too soft. Why don’t you show me some teeth?” His sharp teeth all shown in a sinister grin. He lifted a claw to the edge of your mouth, pulling your cheek to entice you. You give a pitiful squeak; to be fair you’ve always been afraid of dragons (for good reason).
“Am I a joke to you?” Smoke left his nostrils as he grasped your neck tighter, shortening your breathing. “Make yourself worthy of a king.”
You bite his hand, not out of anger, not to escape, but simply to regain a full breath.
He recoiled slightly, looking at his claw. No blood, barely a mark on his tough, scaly skin. You’re even more scared, you’re in trouble now, he could easily kill you for this.
His crest scales puffed up as he returned his wide, Cheshire-like smile.
“Good girl,” He hissed. Nuzzling his snout against your bright ginger hair, giving short sniffs.
💭“Oh thank the gods he’s just freaky.” He licks your neck with a slight sizzling sting; kissing your whole face. He began to undress you with rapid eagerness, his tail wagging faster. It doesn’t really matter if it gets damaged; the matrons gave it to you.
“What a plump pretty thing.” He stroked a claw under your chin, then down your body as he grabs your hip. You’re not the skinniest concubine in the castle, actually a little chubby. You're surprised you were selected with how different you looked from the others. He grabs your other hip as something touches your flower. You whimper in shock and embarrassment.
“Aw, how cute.” He teased, as he inserted himself inside you. It stings a little, from both his size and your now deflowered maidenhood. Traces of blood seeped when he pulled out, slamming your thighs as he rammed back inside. He continued this ritual while his forked tongue slithers around yours, mixing saliva. You feel warm, maybe this is what magic is. Your thighs clap as he goes faster. Moans escape your lips as your blossoming flower is drenched in pleasure. He was relentless, rough pounding that reached your womb, stretching you, filling you.
He paused to change position, now embraced in a mating press before another on-slot of poundings. You get a sense of lightheadedness, your body tingling as he seems to grow bigger.
“You finish when I say you can!” Oberon’s voice boomed. He pushed himself harder against you, his panted moans drawn from an animalistic pleasure. It was hard to follow that order, but you didn’t have to wait long. He rammed inside you for the last time, as his seed gushed down. You feel like you’re floating, legs shaking with a little bulge forming inside you from his gift.
He finally releases you, some seed leaking out of you as he orders you to stay.
“Don’t make me regret keeping you.” An ominous threat before curling to bed, you in his arms.
And regret he never did. He forbid you from wearing clothes, so you were decorated with a rhinestone collar with many other jewels and gold. The other women muttered and glared in your direction. Men of every species met with fire and teeth when they got too close for Oberon’s comfort. You dance and play your flute to him every night, ending with his lustful urges even when the bulge grew bigger.
You were clearly pregnant, your stomach tight as his eggs filled your womb. Soon the time came to birth his heirs; but of course he made it difficult. It was already difficult as is, they were dense and hard, he let the first one pop out. The second crowning, he pushed back inside, multiple times.
“I can keep this going we might get a happy ending.” He taunted, pleasuring himself.
💭“What a cruel creature,” You vent to yourself. He still holds your hand as he lets you lay all the eggs. You have little time to rest before he’s back to pounding you, refilling you with his seed. You’re too tired to bark back.
He pulls at your collar when you wonder off, often playing rougher with you in retaliation.
“On your knees.” You obey, getting to suck his dick.
“Sit.” You obey, either getting snuggles on his throne or giving a lap dance.
“Fight back.” That was your favorite command. You could grasp his horns, bite, dig your nails, anything you wanted. You can’t do any injury given his anatomy, he just needs to know you’re putting effort.
“Bad Girl!” He spanked you for disobeying, but that made you like being a bad girl. So, he found a different solution. He painted a rune on you, paint from an enchanted rose. You try being a bad girl, but with a snap of his claws you are struck with a vibrating feeling, trembling in pleasure, you squirt numerous times.
“Now are you gonna be a good whore?” You nod your head while shaking and orgasming.
“I want you to say it.” He tugs your fiery hair with one claw as magic leaves the other. The feeling intensifies, trembling more as your loud groans echo the castle walls. Everyone can hear you.
“I’ll be a good whore! I’ll be a good whore!” The only words you can muster with your animalistic moans before urinating yourself. He releases your curse, you lay on the ground in exhaustion.
“You may rest.” A generous promise while leading you to bed.
“Remember, I can just snap my claws.” He threatened as he let you be.
Rubbing your large belly, you shut your eyes. It has felt like a brothel, with your 6th pregnancy and his never ending lust; but at least you’ll always be his favorite.
