"Taming a dragon is a waste," I replied, "I'd rather you remain wild…" I bit my lip as his teeth nipped my other thigh, my hips squirming, a muffled moan slipping between my teeth.
He descended upon my crotch like a starved beast, breathing in my scent before he pushed the backs of my knees to my chest. I yelped as his tongue began to lap at my crotch and hole, the tingling sensation setting my nerves alight. My yelps and bucking dissolved into groans and shuddering, and I had to bite my fingers to keep from accidentally biting my tongue.
With a wet squelch, he withdrew his tongue from my hole and replaced it with two fingers. I let out another groan and my back jolted. Somewhere inside, he found a sensitive spot unlike any of the others.
"T-there-!" I gasped out. Spots exploded in my vision, my spine twisting and shuddering, as again and again he rubbed and pressed against that spot.
When I was little more than a quivering mess under him, he kissed my neck, my jaw, then my lips, and murmured, "I'm putting it in now."
What he meant, I found out in the next moment. Something big, thick, and hard pressed against my entrance and I jerked. If he hadn't been holding my hips, I might have retreated without meaning to. When I looked down, I saw his cock, and I swallowed hard.
He was huge. Proportional to the rest of his body, certainly, but huge.
"T-there's no way… you won't fit-"
His lips kissed mine. "Shh… I loosened you up. I'll fit. Take a breath. Calm down. I'll be gentle."
I bit my lip but nodded, shivering slightly.
"Just relax," he purred against my ear.
His voice struck again and I groaned, spreading my legs wider to welcome him in.
The first thing I felt when he pushed against my hole was pressure - then a jolt of pain as the head of his cock popped inside, stretching me wide. I let out a gasp of pain and my body began to shake. The dragon wrapped a hand around the back of my head and pulled me up against him, holding me. When the shaking subsided, I took a deep breath and wrapped an arm around his neck. Taking that as a signal to continue, he sank in further, an inch at a time, checking in on me with each thrust.
"Just… hnn… just do it," I finally ordered him, burying my face in his chest.
"As you wish," he purred.
Ah, that might have been a mistake, I realized, as his teeth sunk into my neck. But those were consequences for tomorrow-me. Tonight-me became a mewling, panting mess beneath the red knight.
When I regained myself, the first rays of dawn were starting to peek through the trees. Radiating warmth on my back fought away the morning chill and with the first breath of the morning, the scent of brimstone and sulfur tickled my nose.
Then the memories of the night rushed back. Heat flooded my cheeks and I tugged the blanket up over my head. A rumbling chuckle vibrated at my back and I bit my lip.
"Embarrassed?" came the purring voice of a far too pleased dragon.
"A little," I admitted as I peeked past the edge of the blanket and turned toward him.
Zeydrick lay beside me, propped up on an elbow to stare down at me. His horns and scales sparkled with the early morning dew, matching the glint in his eyes.
"Stop staring," I murmured and puffed out my cheeks. Slowly, I snaked a hand to gingerly touch the spot on my neck that throbbed, where Zeydrick's too sharp teeth had pierced skin. "Gods… I can't believe I actually let you…" I stopped, not wanting to finish that thought, lest it all be a lie.
"Why? Am I not good enough for you?" A raised eyebrow caused me to snort, pulling the blanket back over my head.
"No one is good enough," I told him through the blanket. I rolled towards him onto my side, pressing against his tan, warm chest. "But you'll do."
A rumbling purr vibrated his chest under my fingers and shut my eyes, running my fingers over his skin. Scales met my fingers every now and then, smooth and leathery on his chest. After a moment, I heard the sound of boots approaching.
“Captain, breakfast is-”
“Ser Ji’u,” rumbled the deep voice of the dragon beside me, “have the legions prepare to leave. We are just a day and a half from the Capital, so tell them we’ll be pushing a bit harder than normal. I want to drop off the brat princess quickly.”
“Yes, sir, and what of the other guest? Euri mentioned-”
“Xinyi will be traveling with us as well,” Zeydrick replied. “Send someone to bring two travel breakfasts here.”
My cheeks heated again. The implications of those words were pretty clear.
Yet the Knight didn’t react. He simply said, “Yes, Captain,” and left.
“Come on,” Zeydrick murmured, pulling the blanket from over my head. “We have to get up and get ready to leave. We have a lot of ground to cover. You can ask me questions as we ride.”
With a nod, I begrudgingly let the blanket go. As I started to sit up, my lower back and rear throbbed. I winced and groaned, keeping myself up with my hands. A muscled arm wrapped around my back, a strong hand gripping my shoulder, and I gratefully leaned back against him.
“Was I too rough?” he murmured, his lips against my ear. The brush of breath against my ear caused a shiver to run down my spine.
“I’ll be fine,” I replied, placing a hand on his side. “I heal quickly… just sore now.”
Even as I said that, I felt something slimy slipping out of my ass. Flushing, I gingerly reached down, hoping it wasn’t blood. Removing my fingers, I looked down to see the white, sticky fluid and I groaned.
“I… I need to clean up…” I murmured, turning my burning face away from him.
Fingers wrapped around my wrist before I could move an inch. “Let me,” came the dragon’s rumble as he leaned down, his lips engulfing my fingers.
A shudder of pleasure rolled up my arm and down to my groin. “Z-Zeydrick…”
“Shh, let me take care of you.” I didn’t seem to get a choice in the matter as he finished cleaning my fingers and gently pushed me back down to the bedroll. His lips kissed down my front as his fingers wrapped under my knees, spreading my legs for him.
A warm glob of the sticky mess slipped from my hole and I bit my lip, shivering as it slipped down between my cheeks.
“I-its... making a mess… you should hurry if you’re going to…” I murmured, pushing myself up onto my elbows to watch him and trying to pull confidence out of thin air.
A rumbling chuckle from the dragon and he licked up my crack to my balls, lapping up the cum that seeped from within me. Moans and groans dripped out of my lips as I fell back, one arm draping over my eyes. His tongue seemed to go impossibly deep inside of me, my back arching and my legs wrapping around his neck. My thighs quivered as he licked, cleaning me out with intense focus.
When he finally withdrew his tongue, he licked up the length of my erect cock. With a groan, I shuddered again, one hand grabbing a horn.
“N-naughty dragon…” I whimpered. “We’re… supposed to be getting ready…”
“I can’t very well let you ride with this…” he purred. “I’ll get you off quickly. Trust me.”
His lips engulfed my cock, taking me down to the root with ease. My head snapped back as he sucked, pulling up, his tongue rough against the underside of my cock. His tongue swiveled around my slit, licking the length of it before he swallowed me whole again.
He was right. It didn’t take long for my climax to hit, or for him to suck me dry. Once again, I was a quivering mess under his mastery and he smirked up at me from between my thighs, licking his lips clean.
“Mmm… really, you taste as good as you look…” he purred, nuzzling a thigh.
“S-stop… we need to get ready…” I groaned, sucking in deep breaths. I lifted a leg and rested a foot against his shoulder, pushing hard against him. Not that he budged at all from that.
Instead, he just chuckled again and nodded. “Yes, yes, I know… little cambion.”
I flushed again and wriggled out from under him. Thankfully, he didn’t try to stop me this time and I reached for my discarded trousers and tunic. Pulling the clothing over my sore frame, I snuck glances at the dragon.
Zeydrick stood and stretched, not bothering at all to cover himself. With anything. Not even a hand.
Gods, how had that even fit?
Flushing again, I jerked my eyes away and grabbed my pack, sliding it over one shoulder. Then I hunted around for my boots. I found one, right by the chair we had started everything in, but the other-
“Looking for this?”
At the voice, I looked up. Red eyes met mine as a pale man with white hair held out my other boot, an eyebrow raised as he took in the scene.
“Ah… yes, thank you,” I murmured, taking the offered boot and ducking my head to hide my burning cheeks. I sat and pulled on my boots as the man strode towards Zeydrick.
“Captain,” the man began, “the legions are ready. I’m surprised you’re not.”
I could feel the pale knight’s eyes on me as he spoke.
“Ser Duras,” Zeydrick said by way of greeting. “I’ll be ready in a moment. Where are the trail breakfasts I asked for?”
“Right here, Captain,” said another voice - the one from earlier, Ji’u, I think - as a silver-haired, silver-clad knight strode up. He offered a little, knowing smile to me as he handed me a small warm bag. “Here. I’m Ji’u. I heard you found and helped our wayward princess.”
“Ah… more like she crashed into my home and I offered her comfort…” I murmured, accepting the food.
The Knight shrugged. “Semantics.” Then he turned towards Zeydrick who was just pulling on his gambeson. “Captain, do you want help with your armor?”
“No. Just hand my breakfast to Xinyi, I’ll get it from him when I’m done.”
“We can’t remove the camp paddock until you’ve got your ill-tempered beast under control,” Duras said with a frown, glancing between myself and Zeydrick. “And he won’t let anyone but you near him.”
“That won’t be a problem,” Zeydrick said as he pulled on his leg plates. “Take Xinyi to the paddock.”
“What?” Both Duras and Ji’u stared openly at their Captain.
“Captain-”
“I mean what I said, Zephyr won’t harm him,” he said. With a smile, he met my eyes. “After all, he smells like me now.”
My cheeks flamed and my hand unconsciously went to my neck, touching the mark he’d left on me. But the word he made me glance away, not quite liking the sound of that this morning.
“You didn’t,” Duras asked, turning to stare openly at me. “Oh, my Gods, you did.” He whipped his head back towards Zeydrick. “Captain, you’re the one that’s always told us that taking a mate is bad for our mental states. Mortals, like you keep telling us, wilt, and-”
“The keyword, there, Ser Duras,” came the Captain’s voice, lowering and filling with warning, “is mortal. Now, if you are done, please take Xinyi to Zephyr.”
Zeydrick met my eyes again and he smiled. “Xinyi, once Zephyr smells you, he won’t harm you. Please bring him back here.”
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