#sub neuvillette

Damn it.

Could today get any worse?

As if it wasn’t enough that he ran out of rations and his supplies got cut, you just had to be home all day when his symptoms began acting up. He couldn’t even avoid running into you at this rate and going out in his current state wasn’t possible neither. This led to him locking himself up in his room, trying his hardest to stay rational. His heart rate was spiking up, his mind getting fuzzy the longer he denied himself. There was this nagging instinct telling him over and over again— that he was in dire need of blood.

Stupid brain, what was he supposed to do, huh? It’s not like he could just ask someone ‘hey can I bite you real quick?’ without ruining his entire social life. He was supposed to be undercover as a human, to live a normal life…! Well, as normal as it could get, excluding the regular blood packs he needed to feed on. Luckily, you haven’t gotten wind of his true identity yet, despite being his childhood friend and roommate. He did try everything in his power to keep it that way.

If you ever found out he was a vampire, he doesn’t think he could handle the scrutiny. He was too afraid of the possible outcomes. But fuck, he really needed blood right now, he’s been depraved of it for almost two weeks, which is why he’s been having migraines all the time. Just what the heck are the suppliers doing?! He really should file a complai— “hey, are you alright? I saw you’ve been looking kinda down these days.”

Your voice cut through the haze of his ongoing dizziness, followed by the click of the door handle. How did he not hear your footsteps? He was supposed to have enchanted hearing..!

“Wait, don’t come in right now!” He immediately yelled at you, but it was too late. You came into his room and saw him crouching on the floor, clutching his chest. Anyone would have come to the conclusion he was ill, so you rushed to help him up and snapped at him, “you were sick and didn’t tell me?! What were you thinking— you are clearly in pain!”

This was bad. He knew you had good intentions helping him up and letting him wrap his arm around your shoulders, probably trying to get him to lay down on the bed. Even so, you were too close, and the position gave him real good access to your neck. Before he knew it, his instinct overtook his body, and he nuzzled up into your neck with a deep breath.

“What the..? What are you- wait, stop that!” You couldnt process the shock of him basically sniffing your neck like some creep fast enough. By the time you realised what was happening, he was already leaning into you with all his weight, even sticking his tongue out to lick a stripe up your throat..?!? It tripped your balance and caused you to fall over, pulling him down with you. This ended with him stumbling on top of you, straddling your waist.

You tried to get up, but couldn’t. So you settled for pushing your upper body up by the elbows, to have a slightly better view at him. “Urgh, gross! Why the heck did you lick my neck?!” Your hand reached up to rub the spot his tongue touched, feeling the slight wetness of his saliva. This made you freak out and you tried to push him off. A shudder ran down your spine, goosebumps breaking out across your skin, “seriously, what’s wrong with you? Are you having a fever or something?” You couldn’t tell if you wanted to be angry at him or worried.

He didn’t answer, only panting heavily as he tried again, getting awfully close. His lips were parted, his breathing uneven as he wrapped his arms around you, like some kind of pathetic attempt to trap or pin you down. To think your childhood friend would suddenly do something so atypical of him, he’s never done anything like this before. “Mhm… smells.. so good.” You heard him whisper, a flabbergasted expression plastered on your face.

“Are you crazy? Why are you clinging to me like this? Let go first.” When you tried to look him in the eye, you saw how cloudy his pupils were. Glazed over and all wet with tears. Sweat was running down the side of his head, and his grip kept changing between clenching and unclenching. His brows were furrowed as he gnawed out between gritted teeth, “I- I just.. I can’t control this…! It’s your fault for coming so close when I, I..” yes he:s a lost cause, he wasn’t being himself at all.

The one thing you did begin to understand was that he kept trying to get close to your neck. So you decided to simply ask him, “what are you trying to do right now?” You could see his lower lip tremble, his frame shaking on top of you. Such an idiot, you wondered what kind of mess he got himself into this time. “I’m not trying to do anything! I-I’m just… hungry…?” He answered meekly, which somehow ticked you off even more. Like, was he being for real right now?

“Then get yourself something to eat, damn it.” You snapped, though he quickly interjected, “no! Not that food, blood, I need blood!” He glared at you and slammed a hand to the ground next to you, something akin to a pout on his sour face. “So, c-can’t I have your… blood?” You were seriously too stunned to speak, staring at him like he just said the most outrageous thing ever, which he did.

There was something wrong here, this was the first time he pinned you down like this, acting so intimately and demanding blood of all things. “Is this some kind of prank right now.” He shook his head, furrowing his brows. His vision was swimming and he was holding back the urge to bite, the way his body kept telling him to ‘feast on the prey’. This wasn’t what he wanted, he didn’t want to force anything on you, someone important to him. It didn’t mean he wouldn’t try begging though…

“I really, really need it… can’t you give it to me?” He whined, actually whined. Getting all whimpy now and pressing his forehead against yours, intruding on your private space. “Wait, why are you begging now? You want my blood that bad?” This was ridiculous, you were starting to suspect you are the one with a fever. “Yes…! Yes, I need it, I need it so bad. N-no more delays, give it to me, p-please…?” He leaned in again, his nose brushing your skin as he exhaled slowly.

While you were more confused than ever, wondering why he was acting so needy all of a sudden, the wildest idea ever crossed your mind. So, you wondered, “are you… like, a vampire?” And to your surprise, he nodded, his thighs squeezing you tighter. It was laughable, you didn’t know vampires were real, nor that the friend you’ve been with since little was one of them. In fact, it was making you quite upset. “So you are supposedly a vampire and you never told me?”

He didn’t respond to that, too caught up with the smell of your sweet, metallic life force just beneath this thin layer of skin he could easily pierce through. He opened his mouth wider, revealing the unusually long and sharp fangs, solidifying the reality of your situation. You could tell, even if every human is different, it wasn’t normal to have teeth like those…!

That means, your friend is a vampire currently trying to bite you… who would have thought you’d ever find yourself in such a situation? While he was acting quite sober for now, it didn’t change the fact that he clearly wasn’t. His eyes were still hazy. How frustrating, you were still upset about the fact he kept this a secret from you, enough that you pulled his head back by his hair and scoffed, “hey, if you want my blood, wait until you’ve got permission, got it?”

And he yelped, whimpering out loud as he was forced to make eye contact, “hnnghh…! I want it, I need it, please.. I-i haven’t had blood for so long, I’m gonna dieeee….!!” Hearing that did make you jump a little, so you let go of his hair. If what he said was the truth, it’d explain his life-less behaviour recently. Besides, dying…? You knew nothing about how real life vampires worked, but, would this mean he’s been starving all this time?! Was he really going to die on you?

While you were distracted, he instantly grabbed that opportunity and came up to you real close again, whispering into your ear with that sultry voice, “so please… let me have some of your blood…?” His free hand, the one not currently pinning you to the ground, began applying pressure against your chest, making you lay down entirely, eyes glassy with fat tears. “I really need it… please, please p-please…♡♥︎”

You thought about it and realised you actually didn’t mind it at all. Especially when it’s to help your friend. But, fuck, why was he acting so damn cute while in a trance? Nuzzling into you all pouty and meekly, glancing up at you with those pleading eyes, on the verge of crying… he was so desperate, you didn’t know your friend had this submissive side to him. It made you want to tease him, it almost felt criminal to not mess with him a little.

“I don’t want to give it to you, I’m still mad about you lying to me.” So you said, putting on a stern facade. He whimpered at the harsh rejection and tried to cuddle into the crook of your neck again. Though this time, you pushed him off with a hand. “I don’t think you’ve apologised for that yet.” You could see the way the gears were turning in his messed up lil’ brain, until he realised where he fucked up. “Ah… I… erm, m’sorry for not telling you… I was, hngh— I wasn’t ready yet, so please, uhm!! f-forgive me…?”

That sounded pretty honest. Though, was he moaning while speaking? Speaking of ‘moaning’, you did feel like something weird was pressing against you and— ah, your hunch was right on the nail. He had a raging boner tenting his pants. “Is it normal for vampires to get aroused when hungry?” You couldnt help but giggle, finding it somehow hilarious. That’s when he hit you with, “n-no…! No, it isn’t ahnghh… it’s because hnnGh, h-hic… it’s all because it’s you…♡”

Would you look at that. Who’d have guessed he’d be this honestly when craving sustenance, and that transparency was getting to you. To think there’d be a day you find him out of everyone to be cute. Fine, since he’s proven his sincerity, there was no reason to keep denying him, eh? “Alright then, since it’s you who’s asking, I’ll allow it.”

it’s not an everyday normal thing to have a dragon as a lover. more so if said dragon is seen as a high ranking being and is constantly busy while also being basically untouchable in human terms. hell, not even their fellow draconic kin aren’t able to spend time with them, much less make them put down their mask of indifference and cold stoicism.

a certain title with heavy burden, suppression of one's emotions and feelings rest atop their head, constantly forcing them to make choices based on their people and their wishes, yet never for themselves. always living up to their title and position in the society but never simply as themselves. never giving them a moment of respite, comfort, feeling of kinship or even a friend to share a cup of tea or a glass of pear blossom wine with. always a title, someone to be worshipped and admired from afar but never to get close to or to even dare touch.

except for you, you sweet human who stumbled your way into their life. quite literally. your first meeting with your draconic lover was of you stumbling down the stairs and landing in front of their feet ungracefully while they tried their best to stifle a laughter that was bubbling in their chest. who were you and where have you suddenly ungraciously fell down in front of them in a heap of mess and a single thumbs up accompanied by a muffled "i'm okay!"?

you had the body anatomy of a human. you looked like a human. you sounded like a human. but were you truly one though?

"now who are you that have discourteously decided to fall in front of me like a chipmunk would out of a tree?" they ask, doing their best to stop themselves from doubling over in a heap of a laughing mess as they reach a hand out to help you get up. their resistance only proves futile as a quiet chuckle escapes their mouth — to which they had to bite down on their tongue to not turn it into a laugh — when they see the absolute mess you have made out of yourself. hair a mess, sticking out everywhere like a bird's nest with your clothes covered in slight dirt and grime alongside a few tears here and there considering you quite literally fell down the stairs in front of them.

reaching a hand out, they help you out in taking out some stray leaves that had stuck into your hair during your tumble. all the while, you try to dust off your clothes as quickly as possible so you could apologize and thank them.

"yeah yeah, but chipmunks are cute, aren't they?" you clarify with a cheeky grin as you finally stand upright to take in the visage of your helper and the same person you just made a fool out of yourself in front of. not that you minded it that much.

oh. oh well stars have mercy, aren't they the moist celestial man you have ever laid eyes upon. it was like looking on a painting in front of you. the sunlight right behind their head, creating a halo like effect as the man smiles at you with nothing but kindness and slight amusement twinkling about in their eyes. you were pretty sure you looked like a fool right now in front of them, jaw slack as you stared at their face. for a second, the dragon was a bit concerned. did you perhaps somehow unhinged your jaw when tumbling down the stairs? but you were talking just normally a few seconds ago. or... was it because you recognized him that you had suddenly gone quiet?

he hoped not. he liked your little charismatic words and choices of being well... in a more gentler terms, weird. but in a very cute way. just like a chipmunk.

“are you—“

“god damn!! even your voice is hot” your sudden words take them back by surprise, causing them to go quiet. did you just—?

"[NAAMMMEEE]!!! WHEN I CATCH YOU, YOU'RE NOT GETTING OUT OF YOUR OFFICE UNTIL I SAY SO!!" a third voice calls out, seemingly calling out for you. upon hearing the voice screech out your name, threatening you with paperwork, he could see you freeze up. visibly paling — if he squinted hard enough, the dragon could swear that he saw your ghost float out in a comical way — eyes widening, you glance back to the top of the stairs you came tumbling down from. just then, another person comes running in, standing atop the the stairs you just tumbled down from.

“YOU!!” the person points a finger in your direction, seemingly your boss or a coworker perhaps. but considering how you were literally shaking in your boots, this person was definitely your boss or something along those lines…

“it was nice meeting you and all, i gotta dash. i don’t wanna deal with paperwork today or ever. see ya’ around, pretty!” you manage to say in a quick heap of mess, giving the dragon a single pat on his shoulder before making a mad dash to somewhere. the dragon could only hope that you won’t get caught by your superior. though, that wasn’t the only thing on his mind.

“pretty…” you called him pretty.

it wasn’t as if the dragon never received compliments before. he did, actually. many times and so much to the point it had grown dull to him. the affirmations of his prowess or how handsome he looked nor the elegant way he dressed — they were all common to him. from his subordinates to a civilian he would pass by on the street would stop and fawn at his otherworldly visage.

yet why was it that your single compliment the one that had continued to linger on his mind? it wasn’t even the sophisticated words the poets sing nor the heartfelt way the children would cheerfully say. no, it was just how you would call a fellow human “pretty”.

a fellow being…

was that why it was so different? why it left such a deep impression on him that the dragon couldn’t help but flush as he thought about how you referred to him. not as something to revere, not as a title to bow to or a powerful being that you should walk on eggshell around. just a fellow living being with their own feelings and emotions. like… a fellow human being.

the dragon found himself unconsciously recalling the moment over and over again since then. it would come to him during meetings, during a paperwork, during a simple moment of respite and recollection.

he would catch a glimpse of a tiny chipmunk, squeaking as the little furry creature jumps between trees, and he would be reminded of you. he would see stray leaves falling from the tree and he would be reminded of you. he could just be walking around and before he knew it, he was back at the place where you two first met. the stairs you’ve stumbled down from, the underground he was standing at, the railings separating the sidewalk from the pond nearby.

“pretty” the dragon would whisper to himself, the word falling from his mouth without him knowing as he looks up at the stairs. secretly, he would hope that you you stumble down the stairs yet again. “like a chipmunk would out of a tree”.

“hey! it’s you, pretty!” as if sensing his weird newfound feeling of longing, the heavens have decided to grace his lonely soul with your lively presence once more. turning around, he could see you running over to him from the opposite end of the stairs. the dragon couldn’t help but chuckle softly, a deep and low rumbling sound coming from his chest.

“pity. i was actually waiting for you to tumble down the stairs again” he says once you were close enough, all of his attention shifting to you now. he could see you much more clearly now. there was no rush of you running away from your duties, no superior chasing you around threatening you with paperwork, nor the tumbling down the stairs. no. this time, it was just you and him. and if he strained his ears enough, he could hear the squeaks of a few chipmunks in the nearby trees.

you looked beautiful. charismatic smile and lively eyes shining up at him with a bright and bubbly personality that seemed to drag him into your depths, making him want to spend every waking moment beside you.

“oh boo-hoo. how about you tumble down the stairs next time, huh?” you groan, eyes rolling with a huff of a laughter. not even a three times of meeting and you were already joking with the dragon as if he was an old friend of yours that you met again after a long time. is this what it means to have a friend? to share laughter and jokes with teasing jabs at one another. harmless humor thrown about as you two stroll around the streets with little to no attention to your surroundings or the people staring, pointing, whispering about you two.

no. it was just the two of you. the dragon and the charismatic human.

just him and you. alongside the few squeaks of a distant chipmunks jumping about a few trees.

much time had passed since your first encounter. almost every day, at every hour, the city could see you alongside the dragon, hanging around, chattering and even gossiping as the two of you just simply enjoyed life. if one was missing, you could simply find the other around the corner.

at first it was almost sacrilegious to the people. what do you mean a mere human — a commoner nonetheless — was seen hanging around with the great dragon?! surely it must be some elaborate prank or a joke! due to that, a quarrel had broken out amongst the high standing authorities of the society or amongst those who work under the dragon’s commands. it wasn’t common to see the dragon walking amongst the common folk, no. but what was weird was the fact that the dragon seemed so… humane, as he laughed and even played pranks on some of the people with you. thankfully, it quieted down when he decided to address the arising problem at hand and peacefully settled everything. not entirely peaceful though, as some — okay maybe everyone who has the position of authority — had strongly protested against him being on a friendly level with a normal human.

too bad for them because the dragon basically told them to shut the fuck up and think of their own lives. in a very gentle and professional manner for they knew you would have jumped their asses if given the chance. that’s just how unhinged you were but it was okay for the dragon loved your little unhinged things and comments.

it was adorable to see you shuffling around with nothing in mind. just daydreaming in your head, waiting for their meeting to end so you two could go out for the promised snack run. he always loved to come from your back and swoop you up in a big hug, effectively spooking you no matter how many times he has done it in the past. he loved the little squeaks you made. the quick latching of your hands around his neck to stabilize yourself. the scolding you give him about warning you the next time he comes in to swoop you off of your feet.

endearing — that’s how you were in his eyes. a treasure to be protected. a hidden gem to be admired. the painting of an ethereal angel to be seen but never to be touched. and dragons know just what to do to keep their treasure safe.

protective hand constantly around your waist or your shoulder, keeping you close to himself. a little peck on the crown of your head away from prying eyes. sometimes, he would bare his fangs at anyone who shows hostility towards you, human hands morphing, elongating into sharp claws that could tear into their flesh. a tail wrapped possessively around your ankle or wrist, refusing to let you leave his side. though, it was always unconsciously done as the dragon would apologize with flushed cheeks when you point it out.

“your tail has a mind of its own, i swear” he could hear you mutter with a giggle, a hand running over the smooth scales of his tail that was loosely wrapped around your middle. he was lucky enough to have some peace and quiet in your presence without his servants to annoy him further. while you? he was sure that you skipped your work again to come over to him. you always seem to find a way to skip out of work.

the dragon didn’t mind. if it meant being able to see you again, he wouldn’t mind cutting out of his own work to come and visit you.

with a low rumble in his chest, he pushes his head into the crook of your neck further. tail peacefully hooked around you, his own hands in his lap as he quietly purrs in content at the feeling of your hand smoothen out his scales.

“awww, you purring?” you coo out, hearing the distinct noises he was making as he uses your shoulder as a makeshift pillow. the dragon pauses, realizing he made a mistake of letting himself get too comfortable in your hold. no doubt you would use this to tease him, and he was right when your hand came up to scratch under his chin like one would treat a cat.

“mmrrpp… nope. i have no idea what you’re talking about” he tries to deny your words, yet making no effort to defend himself as he leans further into your touch. it actually felt good to have you scratch his chin and to purr like a cat. all he got in return was a hum.

this was usually how your days went. cutting out on work, running away from your superior to pet an overgrown lizard. a very handsome lizard who loved to spoil you but a lizard nonetheless.

oh heavens have mercy, it was back. it was back and it was worse than last year’s and the dragon was silently cursing his body as he tries desperately to keep his mind grounded.

sometimes, he tended to forget just how annoying it is to be a dragon or have some sort of draconic blood in his lineage until he is reminded of it. hot, bubbling lava swirling in his stomach, his mind constantly going to the gutter as he thinks about all sorts of inappropriate things. and he wasn’t safe nor were you safe because for some reason, his mind kept creating the image of you. gentle hands exploring his flesh, teasing kisses on his elf-like ears, dirty vile whispers of how you didn’t knew he was such a pervert.

that wasn’t how the dragon wanted you to be remembered as. he wanted to keep your image clean and sweet, surrounded by nothing except flowers and gentle smiles. not his tail wrapping around your waist to make you continue to fuck his brains out until he cried dumbly.

“[name]… [n-name], forgive me…” pitiful whines spilled from his bleeding lips as the dragon tries to drown himself within the pile of pillows and blankets stacked upon his bed. how perverted must he be to think of your image in such a lewd way? he doesn’t think he can bring himself to look you in the eye the next time you meet.

knock knock!

urgent knocks sounded from the doors of his home, ones he thought he was just hallucinating in his current state. being in heat sucks as the dragon couldn’t tell if the things he was hearing were real or just a fragment created by his mind. curse his biology.

soft clicks and clacks resound into the emptiness of his home, making him perk up slightly from bed. who could it be? not everyone knew how to enter his home nor would they be foolish enough to do so during this time of the year. but there was one important person he was close to. the one person he forgot to notify of his oncoming heat cycle. the same person he gave the spare key to his house to. the same human who—

“hey! you were home along, huh? i got worried when you weren’t at your workplace the last two—“ he could hear you trail off, words getting stuck in your throat as he sees the slight widening of your eyes when you took in the scene of him just being miserable. curled up on his bed, tail flicking wildly as if he was provoked and uncomfortable. ears and cheeks flushed red with slight haze covering his usually bright and attentive eyes.

ah, he really wanted to make you see how pathetic he could get during this time of the year.

“[name]… p-please, leave. i don’t want to drag you into this mess” another whine of your name fell from his lips, this time louder than the one before.

please don’t get close, he could smell your scent and it was driving him up the walls. human hands becoming more scaled and clawed as he paws at the soft materials of one of the blankets. poorly muffled whimpers falling out as he tries to hug his tail to himself, to keep it from reaching out and hooking around your ankle like it always does. please don’t come closer, he might just trap you in his home for days until this cursed heat goes away. he didn’t wish to subject you to this torture.

“ah, right. i forgot that lizards and snakes go into heat during this time of the year” you briefly take a look at the calendar hung on the wall. the last 2 days not crossed out due to his suffering of the heat. the last 2 days you didn’t see him. at all.

he must’ve been in so much pain. whining and groaning, little growls slipping out too as he tosses and turns on his little makeshift nest. in the middle of his toss and turning, you could catch a glimpse of a small wet patch starting to form on his pants’ front. was he getting hard by just seeing you? how… cute.

“[name]! please, just leave! i can t-take care of myself” the dragon pleads, trying to shuffle away as you approach his bed to sit on the edge of it. shushing his pleas, you reach a hand out to place it over his tail that he had let go, the extra limb curling around your wrist a bit too tightly.

“hey hey.. it’s okay. nothing wrong with helping you out here, y’know? i just wanna help” you hum, rubbing small circles onto his knee where your hand was placed. you could only hope that it would soothe him and his troubled self, but it seems to have the opposite effect as he now looks pained. brows furrowed with fanged teeth chewing on his lips, so much so he was starting to draw blood. you tut softly, other hand reaching out to make him stop doing that.

it felt nice to have you here. the hand that was on his chin trailing up to smoothen out his long tangled hair. he had forgotten how much the little things can calm the nerves of his as he leans into your touch. you were here. reassuring him, being understanding as you suggested helping him. what did the dragon ever did to deserve you?

swallowing the saliva in his mouth, he gave a little nod, signaling that he had decided to accept your offer of help. you give him a small smile, to which he reciprocated with shaky, bloodied lips. it took some effort to help him get rid of his pants, his tail getting in the way over and over with how it refused to stay still. it even knocked down the bag of little groceries you brought when you first walked in. the dragon apologized, saying he had barely to no control over his tail during this time. you only chuckled at that, kissing his cheek as a move of comfort.

“you mind if i take these off too, pretty?” you thumb at the hem of his boxers, looking into his eyes for a sign of rejection. gods, he forgot how much he loved that nickname. breath getting caught in his lungs from hearing it in such a loving way, paired with how careful you were with him.

he gives a little nod and you take off his boxers, throwing it to the side with his pants.

oh? what an unexpected sight.

what you thought would greet you with the typical human male anatomy, instead there was a vent like opening. slightly puffy with a bit of scales on the sides in a seemingly protective layer, a little bud on top similar to a clit and wetness dripping from it and down to the sheets. you would have never thought that dragons would have such an interesting anatomy.

tentatively, you run the tip of your forefinger over the slit, softly prodding them in an opening motion to see how he reacted. he only flinched, soft whimpers falling out. he was so wet too.

“does every dragons have an anatomy like this? does it hurt when i do this?” you ask curiously, unable to tear your eyes away as the slit seem to pulse gently, opening up and closing, almost like the soft fluttering of a butterfly wings.

“i think so… maybe? and no, it doesn’t hurt. don’t worry” he reassures you, finding your genuine curiosity endearing. even in a moment like this, you were being so thoughtful. so gentle. so kind and understan—

“can i lick it?” sigh… he should have seen it coming because you had this tendency to not think before you speak, therefore resulting in moments of unhinged words and actions. but the thought was one he was willing to entertain. none of his former lovers had tried to lick his vent before and it would be a new experience. out of his comfort zone but that’s how new experiences are like.

giving you a nod, he gets comfortable on the bed as he opens his legs to you more, watching with dilated pupils as you settle between them. soft kisses to his thighs got him heaving a breath he didn’t knew he was holding, muscles loosening in relaxation as he waited. you took your time. soft kisses trailing from his thighs, to some little scars before finally reaching his vent. in a way to test the boundaries, you gave a few kisses to the scales, the little bud that resembled a clit before licking a stripe up his slit, tasting the slick that was gathered there. he tasted oddly sweet. like honey that was left in room temperature for a bit too long. you could feel like legs jerk, threatening to close around your head.

“s-sorry… not used to it” he mutters under his breath, to which you only hum softly. placing your forefinger and middle finger on both sides of the vent, you make a little spreading motion. gentle little licks turning more greedy as you give his insides a few licks. the dragon lets out a loud whine at that, throwing his head back on the pillow as a clawed hand comes down to fist at your locks.

he didn’t had plushie insides, if anything, you were pretty sure you felt scaled limb move inside his vent. the scales similar to the soft ones that were on the outside of his vent. maybe it was the same thing? in an effort to satisfy your growing curiosity, you push your tongue inside a bit more, prodding at the soft scaled limb slithering inside.

“gyaAANH—! w-wait a minuuyygkk♡︎♡︎ [n-name]♡︎!” he yelps loudly, his legs finally wrapping around your head as he writhes on the bed. more of his delicious juices spill out, dripping down your chin and to the bedsheets. it was a bit too much for him. this was first time allowing his vent to be eaten out and you were such a curious little human who kept pushing him to limits of pleasure he never knew existed. hell, he didn’t even knew he could let out a squeal like that before.

meanwhile, the poor pent-up dragon weakly bucks his hips into your mouth more, you only continue with your little research. pushing your tongue inside, licking up his insides as you push his vent open more with your fingers. by now, you have come to the conclusion that this slick gushing into your mouth was his precum. at least, what can be considered as a precum in dragon terms.

eyes focusing on his pretty face twisting in pleasure, you felt giddy with how easily you could make him crumble. such a strong and intimidating dragon, only to turn into a moaning mess when you eat out his vent. it was endearing to see how much he trusted you.

continuing to prod and lick at his vent, the insides and the little nub resembling a clit, you watch in fascination as his slit becomes more loose. the scaled limbs that were slithering inside now starting to push out, prodding past the protective scales of his vent opening. oh, it was his cock you were prodding at when you were eating him out.

wait no. cocks.

sitting upright, wiping the mess he made on your chin, you coo words of comfort as his cocks slowly comes out of his vent. helping him with it, pushing his legs open each time he tried to close them because everything felt too much for his overly sensitive body. one was a bit bigger than the other, soft, glistening scales that were the same color of his tail on the base that slowly turned into his human skin. the scales were soft, barely noticeable but definitely sensitive as he kept twitching whenever you ran your finger over it.

“they’re pretty” you remark with a smile, fingertip trailing from the base of his bigger cock to the tip, teasing his tip with a light few taps. he could only jerk at that, whining softly at the feeling of your hands on him.

oh gods, was this real? your hands were on him. on his body. on his cocks. you were touching him, helping him out during his heat. you… he wondered if you would allow him to scent you. maybe leave a mark or two on your neck. perhaps if he begged enough times, you would allow him to touch you too—

“aangh—! [name], don’t just touch them like.. that… aaanghh haah s-so soft♡︎” he trails off into a quiet moan, his claws digging into the pillow under his head for stability as you finally wrap your hand around his cock. softly stroking it, occasionally swiping your thumb over the leaking tip to make him squirm. your hand was so soft. so loving in the way it handled his cock. were you not taken aback by how weird it was? how inhuman they were? he isn’t surprised that you aren’t. you find almost everything interesting, and his body was one of them.

“easy, pretty. deep breaths, i got you” he could hear your words over the soft moans of his own unrecognizable voice, so shy rather than the commanding authoritative tone it usually has. all he could do was nod his head, no thoughts in his mind as he allows you to take care of him. you can take care of him just fine, he knows that better than anyone.

“f-feels.. good. love uungk♡︎ the way your haaanhhg h-hand feels♡︎♡︎” he stutters over his words, barely able to let out a single sentence without tripping over his own breath. how could you be so good to him? stealing his breath away from the moment you first stumbled your way into his life until now, in his bed, taking care of his sensitive body.

all the while, you kept a close eye on his vent. the soft fluttering it occasionally does whenever your thumb would swipe over his pretty pink tip, whenever you would add pressure to the prominent vein under his mushroom tip. it seemed sensitive too. and neglected too as it continues to drip with the slick he was gushing over your face just moments ago.

switching between his two cocks, trying to give attention to both of them, your free hand grazes over the lip of his tent. almost as if sensing your curiosity, the poor thing opens up a bit more as if asking you to push your finger inside it. but was that possible? judging from the size of the slit opening, you could tell it wasn’t fit for taking things inside other than his own cocks. but there was still some space left. maybe you could give it a shot.

“breathe for me, pretty. you’re doing so good. that’s my sweet dragon” words of praises continue to fall from your lips, clouding his mind more and more with each word. so much so to the point he couldn’t tell that he came on your hand already. using his moment of distraction, you ease your finger inside slowly until the first knuckle.

“aaNNGH—?! [n-name] what’re yo-oouugnnh—! h-heavens, what—♡︎♡︎ what are aaAMH♡︎ MYAANGH MMRPP♥︎?!” immediately, he started to thrash around on the bed. choked pleas of stopping, asking you what you were doing and soft sobs falling from his lips as his legs shake like a fawn’s. what were you doing to him?! it felt like a hot bubbling lava was swirling in his stomach, ready to burst at any moment. what is it that you were doing? he— he couldn’t bring himself to see it, afraid that if he does, he might let out a sound that he never let out before.

but that dam he was trying so badly to hold back broke when you eased your finger into the second knuckle. shaking legs weakly kicking at the bed, tail coming up to wrap around your wrist in a tugging motion into the vent while he arched his back so prettily, letting out a damn squeal as his cocks squirted over his stomach and to his chin.

“oh, look at you! gods, you’re so damn ethereal, darling. i fucking love seeing you like this” you say in excitement, watching as his dilated pupils turn into a heart shape while fat globs of tears start to roll down his cheeks. he was really sensitive huh?

softly, your finger explore the insides of his vent. tentatively stroking his inner vent until you came across a soft spongy spot inside. it felt oddly gummy, very little but still there. curious about what it was, you give it a little stroke, watching as your dragon squirts yet again. his legs wouldn’t stop shaking and twitching, body writhing on the bed so cutely as he blabbers about some unintelligible things. you could faintly make out your own name and things about hitting his soft spot.

“[n-nAME]!! STOOHPPP SHTOP STOHP EECK♡︎♡︎!! t-too much f’ meeaannnhhg♥︎ t-too much too muchtoomuchtoomuUUNGK!! GYUUCKKK—♥︎♥︎!!” your sweet darling cries out, sobbing as his claws reach out to your hands, digging into the flesh there. it didn’t help that your other hand was still stroking his poor cock, making his orgasm longer than it ever has been before.

he was going crazy. he would die! if you kept stroking his cock while fingering his soft spot inside his vent, he would surely go crazy from the sheer amount of pleasure!! he can’t take more—

“c-can’t—! can’t squirt ‘nymoowwhr♡︎ [name]!! [name]!! [name]!! [name]!! [name]!! [naMEE]♥︎♥︎” the dragon trails off, eyes rolling to the back of his skull as your name falls out of his mouth in a gibberish mantra. oh, how adorable he was, jaws slack open as he drools, crying about not being able to squirt anymore when his cocks easily does it for him.

“shh shhh… easy, love. easy” you shush his shrill moans, kissing his pointy ears as his tail refuses to let your finger out of his vent. how cute. he was such a contradiction, it was adorable. but you could see he had never received such amount of pleasure before as the grip of his claws on your hands loosen, blurry heart shaped pupils staring at you with no thoughts in his head.

“you can take another finger, right?” you ask, wincing slightly when his tail wraps entirely around your forearm now.

“[n-name]…! [naaammeee]—! m-mate♡︎♥︎♥︎” your sweet dragon trails off, nothing behind those hazy eyes of his as he only slurs out your name and the word mate over and over again.

LOVEMAKING

"H-Hnng!" He squirms in your hold, panting as you pleasure him more and more. Oh god- Why are you so good at this? All of the pleasure is driving him insane! "A-Aah...~ M-Mmf...!"

"Feels good?" You ask, an amused lilt to your voice as you continue filling his pretty head up with nothing but you.

"Y-Yes! Y-Yes...!" He whines underneath you, being forced to take everything you give him, no matter how overstimulating. He's just your little toy, your puppet, your puppy who you can break and use over and over again. He'd do anything for you.

Whimpering, he holds you tighter, bringing you closer to him to feel more of that delicious, torturous pleasure despite feeling his thighs and body shake. He wants more. He needs more. "M-More... M-More! P-Please, pleasepleaseplease-!"

-

You can’t help but let out a sigh while staring outside the fogged up window.It was so gloomy outside and you could only see lightning strike harshly and loudly.Since having to leave fontaine for personal business to Inazuma the rain was not too much comfort for you at all.Seeing rain reminded you of your poor Neuvillette…You wondered how he was.Maybe seeing it rain here was a sign that you need to go back to him.Being gone far to long and leaving him alone.In the cold of that lonely bed without you to warm him up.

Thinking about it like that, it was starting to annoy you greatly.Just two more weeks and you’d go back home…you didn’t need this trip to be dragged longer for wanting to see your beautiful Neuvillette for a short while.Once you were done here in Inazuma, you’d be sure to run back into his arms.

Just two more weeks…

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How long has it been since it’s be raining? Neuvillette’s eyes scan the outside carefully, watching as kids chant away for him to not cry.Adults running quickly to get inside with the horrible weather conditions going on.He missed you dearly.It wasn’t his fault that when it comes to you, his emotions couldn’t be held in…no matter how much he tried.Youve been gone so long…too long for his liking.He did not wish to return home only for no one to be waiting for him there.When would you come back? He misses you now.

Though in his face it may not show, his heart aches and in those lonely nights he finds himself in, he can’t help but to sob quietly to try and feel a bit better about it.He was a sensitive and emotional man…what could he do? It’s beginning to get even worse for him, he’s a lonely and longing dragon…it’d only trigger his instincts when missing you.Hot and sweaty nights that you usually took care of, now spent crying and whimpering for you.He’d recall how you’d show him to pleasure himself.Long Fingers entering his wet heat, pussy spasming around his own fingers in need.Slick dripping to his thighs and cunt trembling with need.

When were you coming home? He wondered, his mind clouded with lust.Everything in this room with your scent was practically humped already.He couldn’t handle anymore and of course eventually leading him to get sick.So now he’d stay in here and wait, for you to come back and cure him.But the longer he had to wait..the more needier he would get.

-

You came home with many gifts for your dear husband.A huge smile plastered across your face as you made your way inside of both of your home.But instead of being greeted by the beautiful man you’ve been wanting to see these past weeks, you were met with silence.Was He not home?Blinking in confusion you made your way into your bedroom.Of course you expected to see him there…just not like that.Not with his cunt out and on full display.Fingers weakly thrusting in and out of it while he whined, face pressed up against your pillow and back arched to get better access.Pretty pussy wet and flushed…dripping even more down his thighs when he started smelling that you were around.

You dropped all the stuff you were holding onto and could only stare.Once Neuvillette realized you really were in the room and it wasn’t just his imagination.His fingers started going at it again, this time with a harsher pace as he squealed and hid his face into your pillow.The lewd sounds that went into your ears from his fingers and cunt rubbing together.It was enough to have you mesmerized and just standing there admiring how he got to work.Giving off such a nice smell as if wanting to lure you in to him.With such a nice aroma he could lure anyone to mate with him…but he only wanted you…

“Neuvillette..”Speaking his name so tenderly just caused him to gasp and whine.Pulling out his fingers swiftly and shaking his hips to tempt you into going inside of him.You were very tempted to say the least, who wouldn’t be? Immediately getting on your knees and your face getting to height with his cunt.Blowing teasing kisses to it which only seemed to get the weather going worse.Legs spreading open wider for you, those pretty lips of his opening up…showing you just how wet he was inside.“You’ve been missing me this much? To think I thought your needy pussy would be fine with just your fingers.”

You chuckled before giving a long lick up at his cunt, tongue sticking to his clit before your lips wrapped around it. Neuvillette couldn’t help but to shiver violently, thighs slamming against the floor immediately losing all the strength he had left.That was fine..He doesn’t need it now that you’re here.He wants to start sobbing at the lack of pleasure now.But soon enough you tower over his back and press your whole weight onto him.He feels even better when feeling your now exposed cock pressing against his thigh.Arms wrapping around his waist and hands up going to his chest.Fingers pinching at his cute nipples and pulling at them roughly.

Causing him to let out choked moans.“G-go! I-inside!! o-OhH! God! P-Please!! I missed y-You! Come inside!!”He sobs out.Soon enough you smoothly slide inside of his pretty cunt, having him moaning out in a bit of relief.Bouncing him on your cock while he wrapped around you tightly.Pussy squeezing you so stupidly and trying it’s best to milk you dry completely.You need to get him pregnant..then maybe his heat won’t be so bad next time…It really works so you should definitely try it.Is what he told you.“Cmon..tighten up more. Didnt you say you missed me?”You teased but that enough was having him crying.

If it was even possible he grabbed onto you tighter.Wetting your cock and leaving it a shiny mess from all his juices.You don’t seem to give any break to his poor pussy…Repeated thrusts and sloppy noises leaving from the both of you.Wet slaps, heated breathes and the obvious pitch of one of you two…Stretching him out, feeling just how drenched he completely is..The Hydro Dragon being the one to wet your cock this much..seems just right.Soon enough you have your fingers shoving your cock aside to make room for them.

“You love it when I play with your messy pussy right? Been waiting for this for so long…? Should I just mess up your insides already? Make an even bigger mess inside here?”He was bright red at your dirty whispers.Each time you said something, you pounded inside of him harsher.He couldn’t wait for you to paint his insides already.Fill him up completely and make him have your children..After he succeeds in what he wants…you’ll never leave him.You’ll be with him all the time to help him out.

With The tip of your cock hitting deep against his stomach.He promises you that you’re in his stomach.Twisting his guts to your liking and molding his cunt to just your shape.Pinching at his clit he couldn’t help but yelp.His eyes widening before pushing his hand against your stomach.Tears endlessly falling as he cried while talking.“P-please be g-gentle..m-My stomach feels W-weir-!”You didn’t let him finish.With such a cute face how could you.

Picking up your pace he whimpered loudly, legs wrapping around your hips and squeezing you tighter.Your cock hitting his womb and leaving the traces of your precum inside of him.By this point you could see the little hearts in his eyes.Feeling the length of your cock rub against his clit, teeth gritting in shock and grabbing onto your hair.Fingers tugging and his face hiding in your neck for better support.He felt weird…did missing you that much really start making him feel like this? No something else was happening…his stomach dropped and he sniffed loudly, a choked out cry leaving him again.

“O-Oh God! I-I’m sorry!! M-m sorry!! m-M Sorryyy!! Gentle! g-Gentle!!!” Neuvillette Squealed before you knew it, liquid started squirting out of his cunt.Making a mess out of your cock.Of course witnessing such a thing made you lose your composure and immediately come inside of him.His wetness mixing with your cum.You felt yourself turn red at such an action. Neuvillette was left breathless, eyes slightly rolling back and thighs twitching in overstimulation.His breath heavy and mumbling out completely nonsense that only made sense to him.

A high pitch whimper leaves his throat feeling you start to move so soon again.Harshly tugging at his nipple to get his attention while he throbbed around you.“I don’t think one time will cut it…I need to get you pregnant now.”

" p-please- f-fuck .. a-ah! [ n-name ] p-pl mmgnh! "

neuvillette sobs , pushing his ass back against you as he whined ' nd grinded his ass onto yours , what a sight that was . you only grinned , yanking his hair backwards as you pulled his head back , your hands wrapping around his throat as you begin to pound into him even harder , watching him fall apart on your cock.

" look at you , the chief of justice falling apart on my cock like a common whore , is that what you are , hm ? " " y-yes.. y-your whore.. ah! "

neuvillette sniffled , the rain in fontaine is heavy , as if the hydro dragon is being torn apart , and he is ! well , torn apart on your cock as he moaned loudly , his hands gripping the bedsheets , practically tearing them as he clawed at them in pleasure blindly , theres a mixture of cum ' nd slick drippin ' down his hole , where your bodies meet . theres a wet slap every time you thrust into his hole .

and he looks even prettier like this in comparison to his his usual stoic self , all so serious whilst he lays down a sentence to a criminal , the drastic change has you absolutely fucking feral ! and when you lean down , pressing kisses along his nape before biting down , he squeals ! cumming everywhere from your bite alone

" fuckin ' slut . you came from that ? "

neuvillette doesn ' t respond , hes in a daze , his mind is foggy ' nd cloudy , he can ' t think or see straight , the only thing on his mind is how well your cock bullies his prostrate , how it has him moaning and squealing like a common whore from a brothel , he sounds even better than that to you .

your hips stutter as you continue you thrust , groaning as you felt that well - known knot in your stomach , as you began to speed up , neuvillette all but fucking squeals , why are you suddenly so fast ?! but he doesn ' t voice it out , only jumbled ' nd garbled out moans as he tears the bedsheets , whining ' nd whimpering for you to slow down , give the poor baby some mercy !

" ah- ngh.. p-please- f-fuck n-noo- ! "

he squeals , the rain is even heavier now . as you continue you thrust into his warm insides , you ' re groaning in his ears , and fuck does that turn neuvilette on . ' nd when you finally cum inside him , he cums with you ! what a good boy , blinking hazily as you pull out and watch your cum drip out from his puffy ' nd used hole onto the ruined bedsheets .