obsessed lately w being a dragon keeping a much smaller creature as a fuckpet and forcing them to wear a too-large toy to keep them stretched and open for me. That way I can pull it out and rut into them on a whim, with no need to be gentle, no concern I'm going to tear them open. After all, I like this one.
It's a fight at first. They try more than once to slip it out when they think I'm not watching. As though I wouldn't notice. As though I couldn't easily pin their back legs apart with one claw, and ram the thing back inside them with the other. As though I couldn't strap it to them so tight they havent a hope of escaping the harness on their own.
It's a pain, though, having to unbind and rebind them every time. Sometimes it's a nice little ritual, sure, but I mostly have no interest in taking my time at the start. So as time goes by, I get careless. I forget.
Then one day, a little while after I've tossed them aside for the moment, I find them desperately hunting through the blankets of my nest for the toy, frantically mounting it and fucking it back inside them, moaning with relief, not even stopping to rid themselves of everything I've spilled inside them. That gives a curve to their gut that makes me want to fuck them again already.
A little coaxing gets them to confess that they can no longer stand being empty. Even the toy isn't enough, not really, but it does to keep them sane until they're filled with my cock again. They still dread it, still feel that stab of fear every time I reach for them, but at the same time they know they're moments away from being full again, being whole again, consciousness fucked away, nothing but a cocksleeve for me to come into over and over and over-
They probably would have said more if I'd let them. But who could resist desperation like that?
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