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A Dragon's Meal (Friday Prompt)
🕑 Added 2022-11-05 16:52:38 +0000 UTCWell. A kind of meal anyway.
Tags: Oral F/F, some implied Futa at the end.
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They'd all cried when I was born.
I don't remember that, of course, but it's not like they'd stopped crying at any point. Often adults would look at me and go all misty-eyed or even openly weep for me. Others would try to hide smiles, shamefully glad that I'd been born and would save their daughters.
I'm beautiful, you see. Cursed from birth ... okay. I know what you're thinking.
You're beautiful, Reina? Oh, that must be so hard for you. I'm ever so sorry. How can you cope?
Hilarious of you, and in any other kingdom, I'd agree. Complaining about having full curves and hair that naturally wants to flow in golden waves would be so nauseating I wouldn't blame you for being sick. But this isn't just any place. This is the Kingdom of Lilium. Jewel of the North and protected by a Dragon.
It's a big deal. Dragons usually treat humans like a kind of sentient moss. This unique curiosity has grown all over their own lands and is also of no actual concern to them. Dragons do as they wish, and if a human disagrees, what will we do about it? It's a fucking Dragon. It's got more magical power in one of its sneezes than an entire Kingdom could bring to bear.
The Kingdom of Lilium has a Dragon watching over us, which means we're almost unstoppable. No rival Kingdom dares to declare war at us or even cough funny in our direction. We have a Dragon, and they don't, so we enjoy an age of unparalleled peace and prosperity while the rest of the world has to fight against all the horrors lurking beyond the borders of man. The only price for this incredible boon?
The Dragon has absolute authority over any decision we make, and that's not even the part that scares me. No, what scares me is the taking.
About every eighteen years, sometimes a little more, sometimes a little less, every young woman of marrying age will flock to the great square of Lilium, which has grown brick by brick every year to host us all. Then the Dragon will come, take the most beautiful daughter with them, and they'll not be seen again. Then a grand celebration follows, a string of weddings follow as everyone can finally make vows to each other, and a great surge of children are born, ready for the next round.
So here I am, standing in the square surrounded by thousands of other women, intensely relieved that I'm in a figure-hugging white gown with yellow flowers in my hair. Brighter than them all, ready to be taken by the one thing that makes our kingdom great and the one thing people will only talk about in frightened whispers lest they hear.
The guards around the square were tense, halberds held nervously as they hoped and prayed no woman tried to run, as fending them back in was not a pleasant task. Usually, there'd be more dread among the crowd and a few runners, but not this time. For I, beautiful Reina, the heartthrob of every man and no small number of women, have let everyone's hearts rest easily. Because obviously, I'd be the one the Dragon would pick. I don't have more say in it than anyone else. The Dragon will get what they want.
The woman beside me gripped my hand, and I was thankful for it. I didn't know her, but she was pretty in her own way. A kind of rustic charm and tussled hair that I could have fallen for if my life wasn't already spoken for. Freckles, cute
A shadow swept over the square, and people gasped. Idiots, like a Dragon, would just walk in like any ordinary man? Of course, they'd fly. Still, I couldn't stop myself from craning up to look and try to catch a glimpse of them. It was said the majesty of Dragons was beyond what any poet could describe, not that I'd really rate a poet's abilities to describe much of anything.
Hopefully, the Dragon didn't mind a girl who tasted sour. A fiery sword held over your head left you a little bitter.
With a great gust of wind that scattered flowers out of women's hair and fluttered dresses, the Dragon landed on the raised dais in the center of the square, a beautiful marble thing surrounded by water channels. I'd gotten to dance on it once on Farrows Night. It'd almost been possible to forget what was waiting for me as people cheered, drink dulling their pity for me.
The Dragon reared up and, oh... oh! Clearly, people were blind because this was undeniably a Dragoness. No great lizard like the stories, but of human shape, but more... more everything. Toweringly tall, with wide hips, gigantic breasts, and long, flowing black hair that made the night sky seem plain. They had a tail whipping behind them that stretched the entire stage length, black scales edged with golden light that flowed unnaturally. Magic, true and pure, not like the faint haze of human mages.
I couldn't stop staring. Everything about the Dragoness was captivating. The dark skin, more tanned than any person I'd seen, and a sculpted face she had raised to look over us and down at us simultaneously, golden eyes glowing behind drifting strands of her black hair. She was toned, not rippling with muscle but simply enough to make anyone looking know that she was at the peak of form that they could never hope to touch.
Everything about her screamed perfection, and I couldn't help but feel small beneath her gaze.
"Look at those tits," the woman next to me whispered. "Her back must ache. They're huge!"
I had no idea who that woman was, but I wanted to hug her right then and there. To say something so stupid in a situation so severe, I needed that. A little courage to do a ridiculous thing of my own.
I was going to refuse the Dragoness today, despite her perfect body and gaze that made us all weak at the knees. I had lived under her shadow my whole life, and I would not go meekly, no matter how small she made me feel.
She stopped before me, and I felt my blood turn cold. She had to be ten feet tall, at least. When a person looked directly at you, they usually smiled or gave some sign of friendliness, but the Dragoness was staring at me as if I were a bug on the ground. My eyes barely level with her stomach; I had to crane my head back to look up at her as whispers ran through the crowd that she must have seen me already.
She looked at me for a long time in silence, my mouth too dry to form words. Faced with such unreal beauty and power, I struggled to find a voice, so when she shook her head and moved on to the rustic woman beside me, it threw me for a loop.
They'd passed me over? I wasn't the one?
"Are you kidding me?"
Her head snapped to me, molten flame glowing in her eyes. The words had come from my throat unbidden, a thought I simply couldn't contain. Her lips curled into a smile, the first expression beyond bored contempt I'd seen on the Dragoness' face today.
"You are quite bold," she said and fuck me her voice. Her fucking voice!
It grabbed your attention fully, burned down your spine, and made your whole body tingle. It was a voice meant to make demands that would be assuredly followed or to warm the blood of a lover you'd driven to the edge of exhaustion. Not just a pretty sultry purr, not quite an earthy rumble, but something uniquely draconic. Power, sex, and haughty perfection all in one.
Her height made me feel small again as she stepped closer. The Dragoness gripped me around the waist with one massive hand, pulling me close, my face pressed against her enormous bosom, my breath catching at the feeling of the beautiful softness. She smelled of honey and spices, mouthwateringly delicious, and I had to force myself not to lean into her and inhale deeply.
My heart was racing, my cheeks burning, and I was sure everyone was watching my mortified embarrassment at being swept up in the Dragoness' grasp. But still, she pulled me tighter until I felt the air squeeze out of me, her wings curling around my sides and her fingers digging into my shoulders.
Then she kissed me.
No gentle brushing of lips, no teasing of tongues, no seduction. This was a kiss that demanded compliance. One that passed nothing between us but heat and hunger, a demand that I submit to her will and take whatever pleasure she might give.
It was wonderful, warming from head to toe with desires I didn't even know I had, and yet, above it all, a thought hammered into my head. Drilled into me from years of fearing this exact moment.
This bitch.
The Dragoness released me, and I stumbled back, gasping for air like they had punched me in the gut. Every inch of me throbbed where she'd held me, every nerve ending alive and burning with desire. Even so, this bitch!
"I've had better," I lie, and she laughs, throwing back her head to make the laugh ring across the square.
"You have not," she said, the weight of her words so undeniable that it made my cheeks burn with shame that I'd even try to lie to her. It was cruel. My body did not want to obey my head with her. I was shaking, trying desperately to regain control.
She's laughing at me, and I hate that, but what can I do? If I run away, she'll just catch me, anyway. I don't want to die, not here, not by her.
A wave of anger washed over me, boiling hot and pure white. I could taste bile in my mouth, and my hands trembled, but I pushed forward.
"I have lived my whole life in your shadow, and now you laugh at me? How dare you think so little of me," I growl at her. "I am not some joke for you to enjoy!"
The Dragoness just laughed harder, the sound ringing off the walls of the buildings lining the square and echoing through the crowded square. A thousand women's heads turned our way, curious and frightened faces peering at us both.
"Oh yes, you are certainly no joke," she said, her laughter dying slowly in her chest as she stared at me. Her gaze dropped to my groin, and I saw her pupils dilate, her nostrils flare, and her eyes darken. Then she licked her lips, slow and sensual, with a tongue that was long, far too long, and that made things flutter deep inside me.
Fuck, why does she have to look sexy while I'm sweating like an idiot trying to deny her?
"Well then," she drawls, her tone dripping with sarcasm and amusement, "What are you? If not a fine joke for me today?"
I stepped towards her, my temper rising, and I glared at her. I clenched my fists tight, and my jaw ached from clenching my teeth.
"Why should I waste my breath on you? You're going to kill me, aren't you?" I asked her coldly, staring right into those golden eyes of hers.
She tilted her head slightly to one side, studying me for a second before smirking.
"Is that what you think I do? If I wanted to kill women for sport, I'd not go to all this trouble," she replied, waving a hand dismissively. The gesture seemed more regal than mocking, and I couldn't help but feel she was being honest. Why would she lie to me? She barely cared about my existence. It'd be a waste of energy.
But if she wasn't lying...
"If you weren't planning on killing me, what happens to all the women you take? Never seen again?" I asked her, taking another step forward. "Why is everyone so afraid of you?"
Her smirk grew wider, and she leaned to whisper into my ear. "Because I can make people do anything I want, whatever I desire."
"But," I falter, trembling at the thought, "But I'm denying you? I don't want whatever it is you wish to do."
"Is that so?" she said, straightening up. "But you've no idea what I want, so how could you possibly know that? Your Name. I want that."
"Reina," I say, way too fast. It was like my body gave it up without a fight, even as my mind kicked and screamed that I should spit at her request.
"Clothes, take them off," she said, my hands rushing to obey, ripping the fabric off myself in a frenzy. I heard a gasp behind me and glanced up to see two young women watching me intently. They looked terrified, their mouths hanging wide as they watched me tear my beautiful dress from my body. Their eyes were vast pools of fear, but I saw the sparkle of excitement threaded in there. They were enjoying this, so many were. I had a whole grand audience at this ridiculous show!
My skin felt flushed and warm when I finally stood naked in front of Reina. All around me, women were gawping at me, eyes filled with jealousy that she was roving her eyes over my body like judging fruit at a market.
"Not bad," she purred, her voice low and husky. She stepped closer, her feet crunching the stone tile beneath her and splitting them with every step. I shivered involuntarily as I felt her presence overwhelm me again, goosebumps rising along my arms.
She reached out to take a breast in one of her massive hands. "Too small," she mused, squeezing hard enough to hurt.
I whimpered softly, feeling tears prickling at the corner of my eyes. But I didn't let any escape. I wouldn't give her the satisfaction.
"You need bigger breasts, prettier ones," she continued, rolling my nipple between her fingers. I bit back a cry as a white-hot jolt of pleasure shot through my nerves, and I tried desperately to hold on to my control. For all her overwhelming strength, she had such excellent control. She was squeezing the perfect amount to make my body shudder. She didn't look like she was enjoying it, though, her eyes watching me expectantly.
"You can find bigger here," I gasp, finding confidence in my past. I'd spent my whole life being praised for my looks, and I wasn't about to throw it away just because the Dragoness was so overwhelming. "Mine are still the best you'll find in this square. Firmest, softest, the most pleasing to the eye. Hips to compliment. You're lucky to even touch me."
"Second best," the Dragoness grinned, swinging her hip to bump my chest. I staggered where I was as her weight nearly bowled me over, her tail curling around one of my legs and squeezing down tight.
"Well, I can hardly compare to a Dragoness, can I?" I said, staring up at two mountainous breasts that were firm enough they'd likely have turned away steel. Some traitorous part of me wanted to sink my face into them so badly it ached.
"Then why bother to try?" she growled, her fingers digging deep into my flesh as she pushed herself against me. Her lips found mine in an instant, kissing me roughly.
She knew exactly what she was doing. Our tongues merged almost instantly. That long Draconic tongue filled my mouth and dominated the wet muscle I tried to fend it off with, completely stealing my breath as I felt so much of her pressed on me so easily. A moan escaped my mouth through all the wet muscle, and I opened my eyes to see her looking smugly at me with fiery golden eyes.
It was so overwhelming I barely noticed my feet leaving the ground as she picked me up, carrying me effortlessly toward the center of the plaza. My arms wrapped around her neck as we kissed hungrily, each trying to get the upper hand by pushing harder or pulling tighter. I had no chance; she had so much to work with and an effortless skill I couldn't hope to match. But I still wanted to beat her at something, to have a little of my pride as thousands of jealous women watched!
Why was I doing this? If I'd just held my tongue, she'd have passed me by, but everything about her made me want to lash out, to prove I was better than she thought in her eyes.
Her grip tightened painfully as she climbed the raised dais in the center of the square with one step, wings flaring out behind her as she bit down on my bottom lip, hard enough to draw blood. I gasped and pulled back slightly, spitting out the pain as I did so. She blew me a kiss, and the air shimmered between us, a sparkling feeling settling on me as the wound knitted itself over and was gone in an instant. Healing magic was expensive and near impossible for all but the best, and she'd done it as casually as blowing a kiss!
"Everyone," she said, voice a whisper, but one that crashed like a wave over the crowd of women watching, all of them craning their necks forward to watch. They were pawing at themselves, squeezing their breasts and rubbing their legs together l like they were in heat as they watched us. "This little morsel wishes to defy me, a peasant who thinks she's a Princess. Both as are nothing to a Dragon."
A few women started cheering and whistling, some even clapping as she lowered me to stand before them. Her hands went straight to my hips and stroked my sides, embarrassment racing through me as I stared out over a seemingly endless crowd of women that seemed excited for me to be put in my place. My heart thundered in my ears, beating wildly as I looked from woman to woman, wondering how many would do anything the Dragoness said if she gave the order. Risking myself to save my dignity seemed like a worse idea by the second.
"So tell me, little princess," she purred, licking my earlobe as she spoke, making me squirm simply from the thrill of the heat and texture of her touch. "How should I punish you for your outrageous ideas?"
My face flushed red as I turned to stare at her, swallowing nervously. This was getting too far. She could snap me in half without breaking a sweat. I needed to think fast. How could I possibly flatter a Dragon?
"I don't know," I stammered, "however you please?"
A roar of laughter erupted from the gathered women, their voices echoing across the square as they cheered. The Dragoness' smile grew wider, and she leaned close, whispering softly in my ear.
"That will not suffice. Tell me more."
"What else is there to say? You will do as you wish. I am nothing but a prize for your taking," I asked, biting my lower lip as I watched her eyes flare brightly. There was a hunger in those golden eyes, a lusty desire to devour me right then and there. It sent a shudder running through my body as I wondered what she meant to do.
The Dragoness smiled again, leaning closer until her nose brushed against mine. She breathed deeply, and I felt her hot breath wash over my cheek, my heart fluttering madly as the tension became so thick I felt like I was drowning in it.
"You're wrong about that little princess," she whispered, pressing her forehead to mine. "You've earned everything you'll get today."
Before I could ask what she meant, she pressed forward, and I was bowled backward, only avoiding a painful fall because her tail wound around my stomach and held me tight, bent backward. It lifted me up as I dangled from the loop, blonde hair splayed out in a fan, and limbs hung loose as my back arched painfully. The tail wound around me scales rippling over my skin as the Dragoness wrapped me up and provided me some support to lean my back against. They trapped my entire upper torso in the thick scaled length.
I could feel her hot breath flow along my trembling thighs and tease the sensitive flesh of my pussy, already dripping wet with need, just like every other woman watching.
Despite all my efforts, I couldn't resist how fucking hot the Dragoness was.
"Now, tell me why I shouldn't eat you here and now." her voice dripping with amusement with her own question.
"Because...because..." I began, struggling to find words. "You are beautiful, powerful, intelligent, and-"
"Hungry." she finished for me, smiling sweetly. "And now I'm going to indulge."
My whole body tensed for a bite in my flesh, but what came instead was the wet lapping of a tongue along my thighs. Her head rolled as she licked, those golden eyes bobbing in and out of view from over the edge of her tail as I watched her lick back and fore and felt her tongue stretch and stretch and stretch.
It seemed unreal. Where did it all come from? But the thick muscle wound around my legs and squeezed the thigh muscle as the tip of it snaked round, exploring until it found the warmth of my pussy lips, blazing hot with desire and wet with need.
Her long tongue lashed out, teasing me into a frenzy as she tormented my pussy with the tip, sliding between my folds and dragging the soft end of her tongue up and down along my slit. She kept doing this as she broke down all my defiance, just the tip of her tongue setting my mind aflame with excitement.
Then suddenly, she pulled away. My breath caught in my throat as I felt the empty space she'd been occupying, the cold air on my burning pussy.
That wasn't fair! Why had she stopped? I wanted more, and I needed to cum so badly. Her touch was intoxicating, and I was deeply drunk on it. A whimper escaped my lips as I struggled, staring wide-eyed at the open sky above.
Then slowly, very slowly, she returned, the tip of her tongue tracing its way back towards my pussy and returning to that light teasing.
It didn't stop, no matter how much I pleaded or begged. Even when I started crying tears of frustration, she only let me have the barest taste of the massive length of tongue I could feel rolling over my thighs, wrapped around my hips. So much, and she was only letting me have a tiny drop of it all. It was torture!
"Beg for me, Princess," she purred, "Admit you want every bit of me. That your body is mine, your mind, your very soul."
Her words were like fire to my ears, making them ring loudly enough that it was drowning out the jeers of the women nearby. Madly declaring their own love, how they'd please her in ways I couldn't. Debase themselves utterly for the Dragoness.
I tried to deny it, telling myself my feelings were all lies, but it was useless. After all these years of dreading being taken by such a creature and only a few moments in her presence, I felt my will crack. I wanted her badly, burned with the need for it. I opened my mouth to beg and just ... couldn't.
I wanted to beg, desperate for her touch, to feel her unleash her power upon me, but at my very core, I wanted more than that. I wanted recognition.
"You're the greatest. I want you so badly," I said, unable to stop my hips humping against the tip of her tongue, every stroke making my stomach twist in excited knots. "But pick one out from the streets if you want to fuck a beggar."
The silence broke out over the square, and thousands of women held their breath as my defiance shocked them still as statues. To defy someone so beautiful and strong, someone, they so desperately wanted? It was almost worth the terror worming its way through my mind.
"Princess?" the Dragoness asked, her tone deathly serious. "Do not insult me."
The Dragoness' eyes narrowed dangerously, and I knew I was pushing too far. I hadn't thought about the consequences before speaking, but now there was nothing left to do except press on. I would not beg.
"You want a woman who'll quiver at your every touch, then there are thousands waiting. So far, you have not impressed me."
She growled, and the very ground trembled. Her tail dipped, my shoulders bouncing off the ground as my head was only saved from a nasty crack by the surprisingly spongy tip of her tail, stopping it from meeting the stone. She'd laid me right back, and then with fire in her eyes, she drove her tongue into me deep, sliding right past my pussy lips and claiming me in one firm thrust that just didn't stop.
Pain flared within me as her tongue stretched me wide, tearing me apart as she claimed my deepest parts and made me hers. The sheer force behind her tongue's thrusts shook the earth beneath us, sending shockwaves rippling across my skin and causing me to cry out as she made my nerves scream from sheer raw power. Pain and pleasure in dizzying amounts. It was so intense I thought I'd blackout, and then it hit higher points of screaming bliss, making passing out impossible.
I writhed around her tongue, but that only spurred her on, her tongue driving deeper and harder inside me, stretching me further and wider until finally, she hit something, some barrier that didn't let it pass. A place where her tongue wouldn't fit, and I screamed again as she pushed hard, trying to get it past whatever was blocking her. But instead of forcing herself, she withdrew her tongue from my depths in one delicious, body-trembling slurp. She looked down at me, her expression darkening with anger.
"Say that again." she hissed. "Failed to impress? How dare you speak to me so!"
My heart skipped a beat at the angry look on her face, her eyes glowing red hot with rage, her breathing coming fast and heavy. It was ... hot, and I couldn't resist pressing such an easy button as a Dragoness Pride.
"All that tongue, and you didn't even make me cum. Too unwieldy for you? A shame your skill doesn't match your size."
She snorted angrily, her nostrils flared as she huffed, her eyes narrowing to slits as she glared at me. Her wings spread above our heads, casting shadows over us as they rose high, filling the sky with their vastness.
"I am the most powerful creature you will ever meet. You are weak and pathetic. Now beg for forgiveness." She growled. It was almost funny. Like she was a peacock trying to impress me. A few laughs came from the crowd, and her eyes flicked to look at them, staring them into meek obedience. I laughed, my hand stroking over her delightfully textured tail, fingers feeling the bumps.
"I'm not going to beg just because you ask. Why don't you use that tongue for something better and make me?" I was delirious with power now, foolish beyond words, but it was so much fun to dig into her and make her golden eyes glow. So exhilarating to make her blood boil because of my actions. I couldn't stop now.
With a frustrated growl, she sent her tongue crashing through me again, this time with all her might, slamming that long, thick length of flesh deep into my tight walls, stretching me open, and leaving my mind reeling as she forced her way inside. My legs were shaking as the wet length pressed forward, slicking walls and pressing against parts of me so deep I didn't even know they existed. The Dragoness buried the entire length of her tongue inside me without any mercy, it coiling up as it ran out of space and became a rolling mess that forced itself against twitching walls and slaked every inch of me with wet, powerful muscle.
It felt like she was ripping me apart, or maybe I had already been torn apart, and she was using her tongue to sew me back together. Pain mixed with pleasure, making my whole body shake as waves of ecstasy crashed over me, her tongue twisting and writhing within me in ways no human could hope to replicate, and yet she did it effortlessly, moving the smooth, strong muscle around my insides and taking control of me completely.
Her tongue was everywhere, rubbing and probing every part of me, teasing my clit and tickling my g-spot while still sliding deep enough inside me that I could feel it throbbing against my innermost parts. Every movement left me shuddering, breathless, and unable to do anything other than moan and gasp as she claimed every inch of me for her own. All the while, she stared into my eyes, her gaze burning bright and fierce, showing nothing but a pure determination to impress on me that she was superior, stronger, and as perfect as she claimed. That she would win this contest of wills easily. And I believed her. I really did.
But there is always a first time for everything.
I was ecstatic, yelling for more for her to go harder. She'd reached the point where she couldn't go any further again. She tried pushing harder and faster, but it wasn't working anymore, her muscles tensed and strained under pressure, and her jaw clenched tightly as she struggled to keep her head steady, her tongue refusing to budge another millimeter. Sweat glistened on her dark skin and dropped to pool on my stomach and thighs. Her lips parted slightly, her teeth bared, and her eyes turned a darker shade of crimson as she fought to hold onto her position, struggling to force her tongue deeper.
"More! Fuck, please more!"
She tried to take me, claim me. Claim what should be hers by right. Orgasms rolled through me like waves, blending into each other in a long, screaming wave of pure bliss. But I wanted more, and she couldn't give it.
So she stopped.
Stopped struggling to force herself deeper and withdrew her tongue and let it droop limply down her face and onto those perfect, massive breasts. Staring at me expectantly.
I'd defeated her? She was ashamed that I asked for more than she could give. I'd made a Dragoness bow. It didn't feel right. She was so good I didn't want to stop it.
Well, did I have to?
"You're going to give up?" You've magic. You can make something better than that tongue.
"You are undeserving of a cock, but if you insist, I will make one that will shatter your very world. I'm going to fuck you so hard the earth will tremble," she growled, placing a hand over my stomach and squeezing it. Not hard, almost fondly, "Fill this with so many babies you'll give me a whole brood."
"If you're up to the task." I grinned. The crowd of women's jealousy fed me. Let them look on in envy. I'd tamed a Dragoness.
She snorted at my petulant comment and began to ball magic in her hands, lowering the glittering ball of mana to her crotch. "And I'm going to do it right now."
Oh? Oh, fuck! She was going to plow me with a draconic dick in front of every woman in the city!
At least no one was going to pity me again. I'm sure the only thing I'd ever get from these women was the most intense jealousy after the Dragoness was done with me.
Maybe I could hold on, though, through some hip-breaking breeding sex. Beat her twice? It's worth a try.
One day I'll make a Dragoness beg for me, and then we'll see who pities who.
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Dam that sounds like a bratty Pokemon trainer fully inherited from her bratty bug to the extreme and I love it. Both owned each other but in the end the dragoness was the true winner in finding what she truly wanted in a woman.
