Rider $name1 is claimed and bred by her bonded dragon in humanoid form after a victory feast.
The feast roared below. $name1 left early, twenty-six, riding leathers scorched, braid sticky with ash. Her bonded dragon Vaelor followed in humanoid form — tall, scaled at the temples, gold eyes, cock straining under his wrap. The breeding heat hummed in the bond.
In the aerie he shoved her against stone. “Strip. Now.”
Bare under torchlight she presented on the furs. His cock was inhuman — thick, ridged, flared, dripping precum that smelled of ozone and musk. He mounted her and buried half in one thrust. She screamed into the pelts as ridges dragged her walls. He fucked her claiming-deep, clawed finger on her clit, snarling that her cunt was made for dragon cock.
She came squirting on the third stroke. He flipped her, fucked her face-to-face so she saw molten gold while he ruined her, licked her nipples with a forked tongue. He spat bonding fluid into her mouth; heat exploded through her veins; everything sharpened.
Vaelor roared, knot swelling, and pumped scalding ropes into her womb until her belly felt heavy. She came screaming his name. When the knot eased, cum gushed onto the furs. He painted her tits with it and licked them clean.
“Tonight you stay on your back,” he said. “I breed you twice more before dawn.”
She spread her thighs, dripping and claimed, and the dragon rider spent the night being filled under cold stars until her voice was gone.
He didn’t let her rest. While she was still shaking he pushed two fingers back into her soaked cunt, curling them against the spot that made her vision blur, and rubbed her clit with his thumb until she came again with a broken cry. Juice ran down his wrist. She tasted herself when he pushed those fingers into her mouth and she sucked them clean like the greedy slut she had become for him in this moment.
$name1 rolled onto her stomach, arse raised, and begged without shame. He mounted her again, sliding into her dripping hole in one smooth thrust, and fucked her with long deep strokes that made the furniture creak. Her tits dragged on the sheets. She pushed back to meet every slap of his hips, moaning filthy encouragement — harder, deeper, use my cunt, fill me up, don’t you dare pull out.
Afterward she straddled his face and made him lick her clean, grinding her swollen pussy against his tongue until a smaller, sharper orgasm fluttered through her. She laughed breathlessly, kissed the mess on his mouth, and told him she wanted round two before the night was over. Her body still hummed. Her thighs were slick. She felt beautifully ruined and already hungry for more.
They cleaned up only enough to be decent, then he bent her over one last time and rubbed his half-hard cock through her cum-slick folds without entering, teasing her until she cursed and reached back to shove him inside herself. He laughed against her spine and gave her a dozen hard thrusts that left her whimpering and full again, a fresh trickle of cream sliding down her thigh when he finally stepped back.
He didn’t let her rest. While she was still shaking he pushed two fingers back into her soaked cunt, curling them against the spot that made her vision blur, and rubbed her clit with his thumb until she came again with a broken cry. Juice ran down his wrist. She tasted herself when he pushed those fingers into her mouth and she sucked them clean like the greedy slut she had become for him in this moment.
$name1 rolled onto her stomach, arse raised, and begged without shame. He mounted her again, sliding into her dripping hole in one smooth thrust, and fucked her with long deep strokes that made the furniture creak. Her tits dragged on the sheets. She pushed back to meet every slap of his hips, moaning filthy encouragement — harder, deeper, use my cunt, fill me up, don’t you dare pull out.
Afterward she straddled his face and made him lick her clean, grinding her swollen pussy against his tongue until a smaller, sharper orgasm fluttered through her. She laughed breathlessly, kissed the mess on his mouth, and told him she wanted round two before the night was over. Her body still hummed. Her thighs were slick. She felt beautifully ruined and already hungry for more.
They cleaned up only enough to be decent, then he bent her over one last time and rubbed his half-hard cock through her cum-slick folds without entering, teasing her until she cursed and reached back to shove him inside herself. He laughed against her spine and gave her a dozen hard thrusts that left her whimpering and full again, a fresh trickle of cream sliding down her thigh when he finally stepped back.
He didn’t let her rest. While she was still shaking he pushed two fingers back into her soaked cunt, curling them against the spot that made her vision blur, and rubbed her clit with his thumb until she came again with a broken cry. Juice ran down his wrist. She tasted herself when he pushed those fingers into her mouth and she sucked them clean like the greedy slut she had become for him in this moment.
