I feel the bed dip under his weight as he sits beside me, placing one big hand on my back and rubbing gently.
I pretend to wake up.
This time, when I look at him, really look at him, I see something even more dangerous in him. I feel his power. It is nothing overt, but it is all around the room with us right now. He does not want to use his strength against me, but I feel it held deeply inside him. He was never human. He was a creature made to make men quiver in fear and submit life and land to him. He is a voracious beast, and his hunger is legend.
“It is time,” he says.
“Time?”
“Your first mating in this realm. You will need to be bred three times in the first twenty-four hours of being here. So be a good girl, get on your hands and knees, and present yourself for me.”
“What?” I stare at him. This was definitely never in the game. Maybe it’s some kind of freak sex mod. Ornix looks down at me, speaks patiently, but his hand is already drifting up my inner thigh as he works on seducing me—if this can be called seduction. He is telling me that I am going to be fucked, that I am going to take his cock, and that he is going to make me pregnant. “That’s why I’m here?”
“Yes. You are here, in my realm, to be bred. To bring forth the next generation.”
“This is some insane DLC,” I mutter under my breath as I comply. There’s no reason not to. I’m imagining all of this, after all. I’m not really being repeatedly bred by a massive dragon male who takes a humanesque form to seduce me.
“What did you just say?” His large hand cups my ass. I hear a note of tension in his voice.
“I said this is some insanity.”
“I know it is strange to find yourself in another world. But the sooner you accept this reality, the better. The breedings will help cement your place. Now spread your legs, good girl, that’s right.”
His fingers drift along my slit, find my clit, and circle it slowly. This is more like seduction, a gentle but insistent touch that makes me moan softly as my body responds. I am still tender from the first time his big, scaled cock plunged deep inside me, ravaging me with those long, powerful strokes.
Is he going to do it again? The first time was punishing; this time feels different. Mostly it feels insane.
“I think it’s going to hurt.”
“Not very much,” he says. “The pleasure will more than make up for any ache you feel in that sweet little hole of yours.” He slides a finger inside me, and I whimper as I feel him stretching me with a slow, swirling motion. “It’s going to feel good. Doesn’t it already feel good? Aren’t you already… yes, good girl. Look at the way you’re humping my finger. That’s right. Take this finger first and you’ll be taking my cock before you know it, begging for your breeding.”
His words are like rough honey, seductive, demanding, accompanied by the pad of his dragon thumb brushing over my clit. I am still wet, still dripping his cum from the first time he fucked me. It wasn’t really all that long ago, and now I have no choice but to take it again.
He places pillows under my thighs, spreads my legs lewdly wide to allow his much larger bulk to settle in, the head of his cock going straight between my lips, spreading me slowly, but inexorably.
I find myself whimpering as he claims me, my arousal growing, my desire as insistent as his. I want him to fuck me, and I can’t help it. I can’t stop him from wanting me, and I can’t stop wanting him, and even if I am going to spend each and every moment trying to escape, I won’t refuse him. I won’t even refuse his breeding.
“I can feel you hiding from me,” he growls over me, his hair falling in a dark cascade over my head like a curtain, blocking off every reality besides the one in which I am taking a long, careful fucking from a monster.
“Don’t hide,” he says. “Stay with me. Feel every bit of this cock. Take your breeding like a good girl. You need to have this pussy stretched. You need to be filled all the way up, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I whimper. “I need it.”
“You do need it. You need this more than you need anything. This cock is your lifeline in this world,” he says, drawing out slowly, then thrusting back in deep inside. I feel my inner walls protesting a little, their tenderness very much felt.
He hears my whimper and offers comfort, with little kisses to the side of my cheek, my temple, and my neck. His hips slide deep against mine, his cock finding the very depths of me, where my sensitive interior resists him. He holds himself there, makes me quiver around him, and draws out again, almost all the way, before sliding back.
This is so intentional, so designed to create a reaction in me that I cannot help. His fingers find my clit and he presses it like it is a button, firm, even pressure that sandwiches that little bud between his fingers and the pubic bone.
He is being careful with me, but there is also the intention to breed me, to make me pregnant, to ensure that I take a pussy full of his dragon cum. It is almost too much to really countenance in this moment. I can’t take it all in—mentally, anyway. Physically, I am taking a cock bigger than any I have ever seen before.
He is slower this time, but his cock is bigger from the outset. Scaled. Clearly alien in some intense way. I do not know whether I should try to enjoy it, or try to fight it, and in the end I do not think it matters because he isn’t giving me any choice but to love every inch of his cock inside me.
“Look at me as I breed you,” he reminds me. “Look into my eyes.”
I look into those golden slitted eyes, and I feel my inner walls quiver with erotic response. If I am high, or crazy, or whatever, it doesn’t matter because this feels better than being sane ever did.
“You belong to me,” he purrs as he thrusts. “You are the love of my very long life.”
That seems kind of soon, but I guess, given my predicament, and the fact that he’s clearly not human, and the other fact that he’s rubbing my clit and I can’t think straight makes me accept his words as true.
Before I know what I’m doing, he’s forced an orgasm from me with his fingers, rubbed it right out of that tight bud as I soak his cock. And that’s when he stops being so soft and starts really fucking me, pulling out, tossing me face down, taking me on all fours like an animal, and always, always keeping pressure on that traitorous little bud that makes anything he does to my body feel perfect.
“That’s it. You come so nicely for me. You’re a good girl, aren’t you. A trainable little human. You know how to arch your back for a good thick cock, don’t you. Instinct, that’s what it is. Your body wants your pussy in just the right place for a breeding.”
His voice gets rougher, deeper as he presses my face down against the bed with one hand, and keeps my hips raised with the other, his cock driving deep inside me.
“And that’s what you’re going to get. A breeding. A good, long, hard, fucking breeding.”
His words resonate through me as he fills me with his seed again, drenching my pussy with that fantasy cum that makes me feel more submissive than I ever have in my life.
As it slides out of me, he uses it to rub around my lips and my pussy, cum lubricating my clit as he strokes that taut little bud and then spanks me right there, making me yelp and whimper as my post-orgasmic flesh trembles with more arousal than I can contain.
I am lost in the most intense pleasure I have ever felt. There is something magical in his semen. Magic is probably not the right word. Something altering. It’s like being drugged, but it’s not a drug that affects my ability to think; it’s like it affects where I am, the reality I perceive. I am entirely myself, but I can’t see the world as I knew it anymore, and after this second orgasmic round, it is starting to feel like that world was never real. Like the life I lived there was more of a dream, and this world was always the real one. I feel like I’m being awakened into a new reality that is older, and deeper, and has existed for all eternity.
“What are you doing to me?”
I ask the question when I am capable of asking it.
“I’m making you what you were always meant to be. Who you were always meant to be.”
“And what is that?”
“My breeding mate. Mother of a new generation of royal dragons. Your bloodline will be part of the world forever.” He brushes the hair back from my face with a gentle claw. “You are the empress to my emperor.”
I feel the warmth of his approval, and the intensity of his possession. He looks at me as though I am one of his jewels, the newest, largest, most valuable, and most prized.
It is an intoxicating feeling. The feeling of mattering deeply to a creature this beautiful and powerful. When he mates me, he doesn’t just breed me, he connects with me. He creates a bond with me that feels as though it is sinking into my very soul.
“The moment I laid eyes on you, I knew that you were made for me. Every part of you is designed for me.”
“How old are you really, Ornix?”
“I celebrated my thousandth birthday around a hundred years ago,” he says.
“Is that like, dragon years being shorter than human years, or…”
“I have been alive for forty-four human generations,” he intones. “I have seen many wonders. I also missed a great many. I hope to see another thousand years with you by my side.”
“I won’t live that long,” I say. “Humans get to, what? Eighty?”
“You will live long if you are here with me in this realm, taking my seed. The semen of the dragon offers many benefits to a human. Long life, eternal youth. As long as I breed you, you will never age, and you will not die.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I stare at him, more horrified than I would have expected to be. I know it is supposed to sound magical, like I’ve been set free from the worst of what life can do to a person. But it all depends on fucking Ornix, and also… this is still a delusion. I have to remind myself of that. Whatever is happening can’t possibly be real.
“I am not kidding. I know I have taken you from a world you once considered to be everything, but there is so much more to being than what you have been made aware of. Let the weakness of your human existence fade into memory.” He strokes his hand down my back, claws scratching my skin lightly, dragging down my spine in a way that makes heat curl low in my belly.
He is seducing me into an abandonment of all I have ever known, drawing me into a set of possibilities that I know can’t possibly be real. But it feels real. The sex feels real, my body feels soft and tender and ravaged in the best way.
Still, there is rebellion left inside me. I know I am being manipulated. He wants me to listen to his words and accept his decisions without question. I have to cling to the semblance of independence that still lives in me. I can’t let it go. He’s the bad guy. The final boss. Even if fucking him feels good, that doesn’t mean I should let him define my entire reality. I need to get back home. That’s where I really belong. That’s where I will be safe and sane again.
“Get some rest. I will be back in a few hours with food for your next breeding.”