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Just a Massage (Commission for FireDrago)
🕑 Added 2021-01-14 15:33:10 +0000 UTCTAGS: M/F, Breeding, Bottomless, Excessive Fluids, Hyper
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“I still can’t believe you took me up on my offer. Thank you so much!”
He couldn’t quite believe it either. Wouldn’t be the first time he did something stupid for the sake of trying his luck, but never before in his life had he gone ahead and accepted a request in such blatant as manner as this one; when Ember asked him if he knew how to massage, he knew he should say “no”, “absolutely not” or anything like that, but somehow his mouth immediately opened to speak the words “my hands are magic”, a comment so blatantly overt and lacking in subtlety that he was surprised at the time at how little the dragoness actually reacted to what he had just told her. Not a blush, not a clearing of the throat, not even a raised eyebrow; all she did was clap her hands excitedly and schedule a date between the two of them, leaving Volt to scramble to find appropriate equipment, because he wasn’t about to service royalty by slapping them down on his couch and pretending to know what he was doing. Cost him a pretty penny to set up a proper massage table in one of his offices, then remodel the whole thing to make it look like a proper parlour, but he was happy with the results; they weren’t convincing in the slightest, and anyone with the smallest bit of familiarity with the business would be able to tell it, but he was happy nonetheless for what amounted to a last-minute slapdash stopgap.
Still, Ember was nice enough not to say anything, though it was obvious she was fully aware of how little preparation actually went into it; the dragoness merely nodded as she looked around the “parlour” before removing her clothes, piling them up neatly on a chair, and lying down on the (genuine) massage table, adjusting herself so that her head would rest on her arms. Volt had not expected her to be so comfortable with her own nudity in front of him, much less so eager to flaunt herself in the way that she did, and even his own breeder instincts were taken aback by how much the dragoness dominated the room with sheer presence; it was true what they said about draconic royalty, at least, because the one thing in the dragon’s mind was the need to get on his knees and worship that gorgeous beauty… a though that persisted even after he shook his head to try and get it out, and remained stuck to the back of his thought process beyond the point where he got busy actually massaging her. To be fair, it was hard not to think about it when her body was the way that it was; while Ember was not possessed of the same ridiculously exaggerated curves as Volt was used to playing with, there was something about the ones she did have that made them just as supple, just as delectable and needing of attention. Perhaps it was the smoothness of her scales, which seemed almost unnatural, or maybe even the way the light bounced off of them, giving them a shine as soft as her body was to the touch. She was a living painting, a canvas with just the right colour and texture to ensure that anyone gazing upon it would be told, in no uncertain terms, that this woman was regal, and that due respect was owed to her on that station alone. Volt felt practically intimidated by what he was seeing and touching, so much so that, for the first time in his life, he didn’t immediately start making sexual remarks and blatant passes at someone in a perfect position for him to do so; it felt wrong, somehow, for him to take the first step, rather than allowing the royal dragoness to dictate what they would do and when.
As such, he decided to fill the time with some smalltalk. Not really anything interesting, just chatting about his family, her family, the difference in living standards and the legitimacy of a monarchy in this day and age, that sort of thing; he was surprised to learn that Ember’s opinions very much matched his own, despite being a monarch herself, and this gave rise to a lengthy diatribe on how she was sick to death of “tradition” and “regal regulations” and whatever else was on the books seemingly just to annoy her and everyone else of the royal line. She would much rather, as she noted with great enthusiasm, have time to do whatever it was she wanted to do, to pursue her dreams and make something of herself, rather than having to worry about bearing the weight of a crown on her head. It wasn’t all that it was cut out to be, especially when it came time for her to make tough decisions that would inevitably make everyone hate her for doing something that had to be done; to say nothing of the many, many opportunities she had missed because of her schedule being as filled as it was. Only then did Volt realize how lucky he was to have her in his house, or how much it should truly mean to the both of them; it might’ve been dropped as if it didn’t matter that much, but when Ember said that this had been her first true day off in over six months, both of them knew full well what the significance of it was, and how much of an honour it had been for her to choose to spend this time with Volt rather than doing anything else… especially given that he wasn’t, in any way, an actual masseuse.
From there, it didn’t take long before the conversation began to take a few detours into the more intimate and, dare he say it, lewd; the dragoness was quite happy to discuss matters of a more sexual persuasion, mostly to complain about how she never had the time for a proper fuck anymore and how every time she felt like heading out and finding a good cock to get impaled on, she could never be certain that it was because her partner du jour genuinely found her attractive or was just trying to curry favor with her in order to cash it in later. To say that this killed the mood would be an understatement, hence why she had taken up Volt’s offer: if nothing else, Ember could be certain that if the dragon told her something, then it had to be true, or at least he would genuinely believe it to be so. Which is why she, right after making that conclusion, asked him if he thought she was hot.
There were a lot of ways he could answer that, and every single one seemed to be completely out of line when dealing with literal royalty; how could he be expected to answer that question truthfully when speaking to someone who was, technically speaking, his liege? It activated a part of his brain that he very rarely felt, the part that reminded him of what “authority” was, leaving Volt feeling lightheaded and disoriented, unable to think of any proper reply that wouldn’t sound too lewd or disrespectful. Because of course she was hot; she was literally smoking hot most of the time, given how warm her body was, and to say anything else would be a damnable lie! He could barely look at her without thinking of at least a dozen different ways he would make her squeak and scream for his name in the same breath, a dozen more where he’d breed her so hard that she wouldn’t be able to walk properly until all the eggs were laid months later. Just the thought of being able to lay his hands on her in a way that would let him fill her womb with his seed left him feeling so hot and bothered that he had to stop and physically force his cock to stand down, lest it upturn the massage table and make things extremely awkward for the both of them. Worse still, Ember seemed somewhat aware of this, given where her head was tilted towards, but said nothing; rather, her eyes met his, in a way that let him know she expected an answer, expected it quickly, and expected it to be nothing but truthful.
“Y-yes, of course I do.”
This was as far as he could go without doing anything else more… direct. His instincts were starting to kick in, his body demanded attention be given to it or else it would hijack his conscious mind and force it to do something about it, but he still managed to hold back, at least for the time being. Ember seemed satisfied with the response, even if she said nothing. Her tail was swung lazily from side to side, its tip getting dangerously close to a certain part of Volt’s body that he could not afford to receive any stimulation at the time; this carried on for long enough that he realized it was deliberate and very much intentional, enough that he was just about ready to respectfully request that she stop when she spoke up again, this time with something far more direct and crass.
“Do you want to fuck me, Volt?”
Yes. Yes he did. He wanted to bend her over and rut her until her legs were left quivering and unable to support her, and her nethers were oozing with his cum from how much he filled her. He wanted to leave her gasping for breath and unable to get it, begging for him to go at it again, and again, until walking was no longer a possibility for her. He wanted to tell her, in equally uncertain terms, that he absolutely wanted to fuck her, and fuck her hard; unfortunately, the question was so direct and upfront that all he could do was react in as base a manner as his body could afford, and this meant having his shorts rip apart when his cock rose to full mast, followed by it slamming against the underside of the massage table as his nuts spilled from the tattered cloth and swung heavily beneath his legs. Ember, being Ember, immediately picked up on this, and her reaction really sold what was going on inside of her head: she raised a single eyebrow. It was as if the dragoness was admiring a particularly savory dish, or a work of art by an unknown savant in need of discovery and exposure; it was fascination more than anything else, though clearly an aroused one judging from the blush on her cheeks.
“I tire of this charade,” she spoke up again, “I didn’t come all the way here so we could pretend not to be interested in one another. I’ve seen the way you behave around other dragonesses of larger size, and frankly, I also want some of that. Surely you wouldn’t think of denying such an opportunity, would you?”
“O-Of course not!” Volt replied almost instantly, “I’m just… s-surprised, is all.”
“Surprised? Volt, please, we both know why we’re here, let’s not pretend otherwise” - the dragoness rose from the table, snapping her fingers and having it projected across the room, where it landed in a mangled heap - “Of all the dragons that I could be spending my very limited time with, I chose to be with you. Surely that would count for something, would it?”
Her words were a lot less conceited than they might otherwise imply, given the tone they were spoken with. There was a lot of loneliness hidden in them, countless hours wasted doing something that left her miserable afterwards, hours she desperately wanted to recover in any way she could. The dragon, knowing now was the chance to do something about it, chose to start their night in the most tender way he could think of: taking a step forward, bringing the two of them into a tight embrace, and planting a very long kiss that lasted far beyond the point where the cock stuck between them stopped feeling awkward. Sure, it was still spurting pre and throbbing hard enough that they felt it on each heartbeat, but the kiss was what mattered… at least until they both felt small splashes on the bottom of their muzzles, and figured it was time to adjourn to Volt’s bedroom.
Of course, this didn’t mean they had to do it while separated; nothing stopping them from carrying on with the kiss and refusing to let go of one another while stumbling their way onto a bed, especially not when it gave the dragon an opportunity to bring one of his hands to his beautiful dragoness’ ample breasts, giving them the sort of squeeze he’d been hoping to enjoy over the course of their massage… a thought that made him realize just how desperate he truly way to savour a body as delectable as hers. Why was it, then, that he didn’t feel in control? Why was it that every one of his moves felt as if she had been expecting them, guiding his hands where they had to go, moving herself in ways that would maximize pleasure and enjoyment for the both of them? Perhaps Ember had been planning for this encounter even more than he himself had, or maybe she was just exceedingly good at improvisation; whatever the case may be, it took them about fifteen minutes to even get into the bedroom, five more to drop onto the bed, and even then they both felt like they had barely started at all.
Or rather, he was dropped onto the bed; Ember remained standing, plumping up her breasts and making sure they were nice and bouncy before bending over and dropping them onto his lap. Volt’s back arched immediately after, with the dragoness expertly caging his cock inside of her cleavage, using her hands to squeeze her tits together and caress his rod in ways that he hadn’t thought possible before. Of course, given that it was too big to be encapsulated by a mere pair of tits, there was enough of it left that Ember could easily open her mouth and take the tip into it, then move her head down and bulge her throat out with the shaft’s mass. A boobjob-slash-blowjob, a staple of Volt’s sexual escapades, yet somehow so much better than the usual fare; if there was anything he’d learned that night, it was that the only magical pair of hands belonged to Ember, not him, because the way she moved her breasts around his nethers was… well, it was hard to put to words, mostly because the sensations were overloading every part of his brain that didn’t deal exclusively with pleasure, and he had to make sure that no sounds escaped, lest they turn into undignified squeaks or pitiful, whining begging for her to go harder on him.
Slowly, but surely, his size continued to mount as his arousal grew in equal measure, the soft, leathery groaning of his thickening shaft filling both the room and the inside of Ember’s body as she happily choked on that thing and refused to let go. It was actually kind of impressive how easily she took it into her without so much as a gag or a complaint; other women had issues even taking the tip, but that dragoness seemed to be perfectly at ease having something in her throat that was big enough to bulge it out visibly. So at ease that it was Volt who began to close control of the situation, yielding it to his lover for the first time in goodness knows how many sexual encounters; it had been so long since he met a partner who could take him with such skill that the dragon simply didn’t know how to react, ending up flat on his back on the sheets and breathing heavily as the dragoness carried on squeezing and slurping on his cock. To her credit, she didn’t stop or slow down even after it became clear that her ministrations were bringing Volt right to the edge and dangerously close to flying off it, and she didn’t even know that his body could keep going after the first climax; as far as Ember was aware, the moment she brought her mate to orgasm, that was it, it would be over… and yet she did so with such enthusiasm and energy that it served as more evidence of how sex-starved she was. Volt wasn’t going to complain; the dragoness was about to be surprised either way, so she might as well enjoy herself before it happened.
As was to be expected, his first climax came soon after, with the dragon’s claws rending several gashes in the sheets while his back arched upwards and about half a gallon of spunk spurted out from Ember’s mouth as she failed to take the whole load. It was still enough to bulge her throat out even further, plus leave her belly somewhat bloated by the time it was done, and finally managed to get her to retch and sputter after her gag reflex was triggered; thick strands of cum were hung between her mouth and Volt’s tip when she moved back, giving her an opportunity to quite unashamedly lick them up and swallow whatever she could, then slumping against a wall patting her swollen stomach. She had perhaps expected that to be the end of things for the time being, that she’d have the time to rest and recuperate before Volt could go again, but on looking up and noticing how the dragon’s shaft was still fully erect, still bubbling with cum at the tip and begging to be treated the way it had just been… well, to say her eyes were glazed over at the sight would be an understatement, the dragoness’ mind unable to fully process what was happening in front of her. As if on auto-pilot, her body got up and walked her towards her prize once again, hands outstretched and ready to take that cock again, before Ember managed to wrest control of herself from her own baser instincts and shook the trance away. She looked up, towards Volt, and with some difficulty forced herself to put her hands on her hips when she spoke again:
“You could’ve told me you were like this, I would’ve taken my time then!” - Ember was clearly trying to denounce him, or sound accusatory, but all she managed was to reveal how aroused she was - “Or… honestly, if you’re bottomless, I have a much better job for you. Scoot over, I need room.”
The dragoness barely gave Volt five seconds to react before she climbed onto the bed herself, almost pushing the dragon away from her and making an even bigger mess of the sheets. She positioned herself quite conspicuously in relation to him: both hands on the wooden headboard, kneeling on the mattress and with her ass facing Volt, one that she was wiggling and keeping up in the air. In all honesty, she didn’t really need to say anything to the effect of “Breed me”, but she did anyway; Ember knew for a fact that, as much of a stud as her current mate was, he could always be coaxed into being an even better one by giving him the sort of indecent motivation that only a male like him would love. Indeed, as soon as she issued the command, Volt was filled with both a renewed sense of purpose and enough energy to bring the house down, the bedsprings complaining loudly when he flipped around and immediately sunk his claws onto those plush asscheeks in front of him, angling the tip of his shaft to poke at Ember’s already-wet folds. There was no need for lubrication there, much less foreplay; the two dragons wanted to fuck and Volt was more than happy to go along with it, thus the moment he felt his soaked tip enter into contact with his lover’s slit, his muscles reacted in the only way they could: firing his hips forward and thrusting hard enough for him to bottom out inside of Ember almost instantly, leaving a cock-shaped bulge on her belly and drawing a loud, borderline pained moan from the dragoness.
Things progressed as they usually did from then on; not a lot of inventiveness that could go on when one’s entire motivation is to fuck like an animal and cum their brains out, nor was there a lot of room for innovation when the dragon’s sole purpose was to keep jackhammering into his mate while countless amounts of cum oozed from her tight hole whenever he wasn’t base-deep inside of it. Ember’s squeaks and moans were joined by unabashedly wet and lewd thwapping and slapping whenever Volt’s balls smacked against her, along with the grunts and groans emanating from the dragon’s own throat as he struggled against his more primal and predatorial side. The two were no longer Ember and Volt, friends-turned-lovers enjoying a good day off, but two draconic beasts overtaken by lust and a desire to breed, possessed of nothing more than a base instinct to fill and be filled, until they could no longer even more from how tired and beaten up they were. Volt was certainly happy to provide; within minutes he was discharging inside of Ember again, painting her insides even whiter than before and leaving her womb a stuffed and swollen cum balloon, enough that her belly began to bloat outwards at an accelerated rate. Not having to worry about the dragoness swallowing his load, the drake had only to bottom out and stay bottomed out for every last drop to be kept inside of her; most of it was bound to spurt out afterwards, but who was counting?
This wasn’t the end of it though, not by a long shot. Volt gave his partner some time to think that things were over, that she could focus on playing with her hanging tits after bringing her hands away from the one thing keeping her in place; as soon as she was away from the headboard though, that’s when the dragon brought his arms around her torso, hugged her tightly… and then pulled back, landing on the mattress sitting down and with his mate now impaled on his cock and sitting on him, gravity ensuring she got the biggest filling possible as the dragon’s cock continued to slowly swell and gain even more mass. Now was the time for him to show her what his power truly was, and how much he’d been hiding it for the sake of appearances, by laying back just enough to give him room to move his hips and resume pistoning into her at full strength! There was no way he was going to physically lift her, not after her cumgut was stuffed to the point that it was, but as long as he had a few inches of clearance, he could quite easily slam into her still-somehow-tight slit with as much strength as before, not really needing a whole lot of space to bring his strength to bear. As for Ember, she didn’t really know how to react; one moment she was kneeling on a bed and gasping for breath after the greatest fuck of her life, the next she was being pulled back, held against a warm body and having her legs spread out while her nethers were pounded harder than ever before. Really, all she could think to do was beg for Volt to go even faster and fill her even more, because at that point, asking for anything else was tantamount to blasphemy.
Of course, even the dragon had his limits, for two climaxes had taken quite the toll on his ability to produce and how much spunk he could output. By that point, it was less a third orgasm, a defined moment, and more a continued release that just happened to be thicker and more powerful than normal, one that sapped him of what remained of his strength and left the dragon working off of muscle memory and instinct more than anything else; he didn’t even notice when his strength and stamina faltered and he fell onto the bed, collapsing in exhaustion long after Ember herself had completely given up and gone limp. The dragoness’ belly was practically a blimp, far bigger than a gravid one and sloshing almost obscenely loudly with the amount of cum it was storing; most of it was going to go away on its own, but perhaps the biggest surprise for the night was that some of it wouldn’t. In fact, some of it would make a much bigger “problem” for Ember after her body had time to adapt and process what it had been filled with.
It started off innocently enough, especially after Volt slowly pushed her off of himself. The ensuing gush of spunk nearly splattered against the wall, and the remainder of the filling came soon after, oozing and spurting out of her battered lips and onto the ground, drawing long sighs and muffled moans and clicks from the dragoness’ throat. It took the better part of half an hour before she was back at size where she wouldn’t have to waddle, and from there it quickly became clear that something was dreadfully “wrong” about the procedure, for even after the last drop was pushed out of her, she was still more swollen than she had been before the two of got started; in fact, she was actually bigger than after the blowjob literally blew up in her face, and though the dragoness was initially unaware of this, her wandering hands soon picked up on it. She tried to get back up, ending up in an awkward sitting position more than anything else, and stared quizzically at a belly that should be flat, but instead had been rounded out quite nicely, seemingly permanently at that. It was only after she began pressing into it, discovering the shapes that lay within, that Ember thought to look up and stare at Volt, her eyes wide and her mouth agape, probably wondering when her mate was going to tell her about that aspect of his virility.
“What can I say? I was always the strong type,” he replied to her silent question, shrugging and attempting to look disinterested and aloof, a ‘bad boy’ persona that he utterly failed at keeping up, “though, to be honest, I wasn’t expecting you to develop eggs so quickly.”
“I’m sorry, I have eggs in me?!” Ember shouted, “How many?!”
“Oh, don’t worry about the number, it’s only ever going to go up” - Volt chuckled as his response made the dragoness sputter and trip over words even harder - “Trust me, in a couple of months, you’re going to be dragging around hundreds of them in there. But don’t worry honey.”
The dragon preempted any further complaints by leaning forward and planting a smooch on the dragoness’ lips, allowing their tongues to play off one another and hoping to transfer some of his calm onto her. It didn’t work as well as he expected, given the shock of finding out that she had eggs growing inside of her, but at least Ember didn’t look like she wanted to kill him with a rusty spoon.
“I’ll be here for you, every step of the way.”
***
Several months later, Volt was returning from another day at whatever his nondescript job happened to be, once again taking a detour from what used to be his regular route and driving away from his home; it had been all-but abandoned by that point in time, the lights and water kept on purely because he wasn’t willing to let go of it just yet. For some time now, Volt had been living with Ember, at her place, because she happened to have a house that could deal with the sort of size problem that the dragon had imparted upon her… plus the fact that she was royalty, at the end of the day, and not only had to deal with the affairs of state, but also commanded the loyalty of hundreds of servants that could attend to her every need. Despite everyone’s warnings that she should take it easy, tha she should “think of the young’uns” and reduce her workload, Ember continued to try and do as much as she could for dragonkind, seemingly possessed of a bottomless wellspring of energy. Perhaps motherhood had infused her with a renewed sense of purpose, or maybe it was having Volt there at her beck and call, to cuddle with and fuck whenever she damn well felt like it. Whatever the case, the dragoness queen had been spending more and more time in her office as of late, seeing as her body was becoming too bloated for her to go anywhere else; as much as she might want to do everything twice over, there was no arguing with a belly full of eggs that nearly scraped the floor whenever she walked from place to place. For her safety, she was instructed to remain stationary unless moving was absolutely necessary, with her staff taking up most of the out-of-office responsibilities, something they’d been demanding to do ever since Ember became queen, and now finally managed to wrench from her firm hand.
That day, however, was special: Volt remembered to buy some sweets for his sweetheart! A whole bag of candy that he was quite certain would be confiscated and thrown into the rubbish bin because they were deemed too unhealthy for the mother-to-be, hence why he was hiding them inside of his coat whenever he saw any of the servants pass by him. He nodded along, said hello to the right people, then nonchalantly walked into Ember’s quarters, to the sight of a room-dominating belly filled with so many eggs that he could see a few of them poking against her skin from within.
Just a few more months, and then they’d be a happy family.
