Dragon's Bride

Many thanks to user roftlheory for their assistance with editing!

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Valeria sat on the bed, almost as nervous as she had been on her wedding night. Yesterday her husband had told her she was ready to bear his young, and this morning her attendants had explained to her exactly what that would entail. She bit her lip, unable to stop imagining the pain she was about to endure.

She heard his soft steps coming toward her, could almost see him in the dark. He had assured her that her sharper senses were a normal part of absorbing his energy through his seed, but she still found it eerie. It was like hearing without ears, seeing without eyes. Her consciousness barely registered the input, she would just suddenly

know

.

He was wearing a robe, his human form not as warm as his dragon one. He had been delighted the first time he reached the bed without needing to shift forms. She hadn't understood at first, for she thought he simply preferred taking her in his dragon form. But he had explained it to her, the overpowering pull of her scent, the need it sent him into.

And now, after months of practice, he could even make love to her in his human form. His organ wasn't nearly as big as in his dragon form, but she had bitten back her disappointment for his sake. He made it up to her, though, by kissing her deeply, and nibbling at her flesh, and whispering in her ear all the things he was going to do to her.

The memory made her smile, despite her fear. She could make out his features now, his dark hair and golden eyes, skin tanned and muscles hard from all the time he spent outdoors in the high mountain sun. He grinned at her, and her heart beat faster as it always did when he neared her. She could smell him now, too: a musky, clean scent that sent a primal urge of lust through her body. She had asked him about this as well, but he had only shaken his head in puzzlement and said that he would ask his father.

Dragons didn't have large families, not anymore. Once a bride bore a dragonlet, she was freed of her duties, though still not allowed to return home. The fact that dragons could shift into human form was a closely guarded secret. And once their sons reached maturity, it was no longer safe for them to be around their mothers, either, for young dragons had no control over their urges in the face of human women.

So the younger women lived separately, visited only by the most senior dragon lords, who had long since mastered their lust. They became attendants to brides like Valeria, each year readying a new human woman to be a dragon's mate. She felt sorry for them, and for herself, too, knowing that would be her fate as well. It was already hard for her to be apart from her husband during the day; she couldn't imagine bearing a child and then being torn from him as well.

But these thoughts receded as Benat's scent filled her with need. He was only paces away, and she stood to greet him.

"Husband," she said softly, as he liked to be called.

"Valeria," he replied, then kissed her.

She resisted the urge to melt into him, so heady was the feeling that came with tasting his mouth, his tongue. Instead she pushed him away. He looked hurt, but she needed to be firm.

"We have to talk," she said.

He nodded reluctantly and sat on the bed, as far away from her as he could. He was being considerate, she knew, for he still had difficulty controlling himself when he was close to her, even in human form.

"They told you how it happens." It wasn't a question, just an observation.

She nodded silently, watching the light of the torches flicker against the walls of the mating hall, as he had called it.

"If there's anything you want to know, I'll tell you what I can," he offered.

"Do you remember your mother?" she asked him.

He looked at her curiously. "Of course I do. I lived with her for twenty years."

"And do you miss her?" she asked, feeling an ache growing in her chest.

"Oh," he said. Then, "Is that really what worries you the most, right now?"

"Do you think you'll ever get to meet her again?"

He was silent for a while. "My mother died two years ago."

Valeria rubbed at her eyes, trying to keep her tears away. "I didn't realize you were that old," she tried to joke, but it fell flat.

"I'm not," he replied. "She fell ill, and none of our healers could help her."

She winced. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to...." She trailed off, not knowing how to finish.

"It's alright. You didn't know. Besides, our healers are better than yours."

She nodded, understanding. It wasn't as though she would have lived any longer if she'd been able to return to the human settlements down in the valleys.

"But do you have any questions about... what we're going to do tonight?" he asked hesitantly.

"Not really. But does it have to be tonight?"

"You are very fertile," he replied huskily, and she blushed. "We will still see each other after this," he assured her. "Once you conceive, the little one will need more and more of my energy to grow well."

She nodded; the attendants had explained that part too. She imagined it was an unwelcome surprise for most brides, needing to be mounted two, even three times a day just to be filled with the magic an unborn dragon needed, lest it start to drain the life force of its mother.

Valeria squared her shoulders. She only needed to get over this one night, and then she would have months of enjoyment to look forward to.

He must have sensed her resolution, for he sat up straighter, smiling. "Should we warm up first?"

"Yes, husband."

Benat untied his robe and stood up, letting it fall to the floor, revealing his member already long and hard. He walked over to her, leaning down for a kiss. She opened her mouth eagerly for him, already tingling with the strange feeling that overcame her when he was near. His tongue inside her mouth was warm and slippery, and filled her with heat.

He reached down and took her nipple between his fingers, pinching lightly. She moaned at the sharp sensation, and his other hand reached to her other breast, pressing her hard nipples rhythmically.

He continued exploring her mouth with his tongue as his hands went lower, grabbing her rear. He kneaded her butt cheeks together, warming up her asshole, and she whimpered with need. It was so strong today, her body so desperate to be filled with his cock.

"Come inside me," she begged him, but he pulled away.

"It will only make me want to breed you sooner, my dearest. I want to take my time."

"What's the point if it will hurt anyway?" she grumbled.

"I want it to hurt as little as possible, Valeria," he said, his tone serious.

She sighed. "Alright."

He grinned at her, then pushed her down on to the bed, her feet still on the floor. He climbed on top of her, his organ hard between her breasts. She writhed beneath him, reaching down to try to lick the head of his member with her tongue.

"None of that," he said sternly, and she lay back on the bed.

"This is torture," she complained, and he laughed, a deep sound that echoed around the large stone hall.

Then she felt his hands between her thighs, his fingers reaching for her opening. She shivered in anticipation; no one else had ever touched her there before. Slowly he teased at the edge of her slit while she wiggled and moaned into his hard abdomen above her.

"Please," she begged him. The feeling of him rubbing his fingers against her nether lips had her pressing her pelvis against him, trying to push herself open on him. But he kept pulling back, denying her.

"Patience, my dear," he said, and she could hear the wicked grin on his face. Annoyed, she nipped at his skin, and he growled.

She froze, her heartbeat loud in her ears. She could feel his organ dripping precum onto her chest, hear him panting. "If you do that," he said in a low voice, "I will not be able to control myself."

Valeria shivered. A part of her wanted to do it again, to drive him into full rut just so he would finally be inside her. But she held back, afraid of the pain.

"I understand," she said quietly, and he began rubbing her again.

Slowly, slowly, his fingers pushed inside her cunt, massaging her wet membranes in gentle circles. Valeria gasped at the warmth of his fingers, sending heat up her spine and making her arch her back. She moaned as he reached the nub at the top of her slit, pressing lightly against the swollen flesh. He was so tender yet so sure.

"More," she said, her voice breathy.

He responded by sliding his thumb down toward her core. She waited, breathless, as he slipped his thumb into her wet hole and began massaging the edges, widening her. It was awakening her need here too, and she could feel her core growing wet, wanting to be filled by something larger than her husband's fingers. He was still rubbing her nub, and the dual sensations were too much for her to stand.

"More, Benat, please!" she cried.

He leaned down to whisper in her ear. "I love the way you sound, calling my name, begging me to fuck you."

She flushed. "I'm ready for you," she told him, but he shook his head.

"Just a little more, my sweet human bride," he purred, sending goosebumps all down her body.

He started thrusting his cock gently between her breasts, and she reached up to push them together. He groaned as she did, moving both his member and his fingers faster. Her nipples were hard and sensitive, and she rubbed them gently, whimpering. She could feel the warm glow of fulfillment at the edge of her vision, almost taste its sweetness. Just a little bit more....

Abruptly he pulled his hand away, and she moaned in frustration.

"You wanted me inside you, did you not?" he asked her.

"Yes!" she replied, pushing off the floor and scooting up the bed.

She could see his face now, shiny with sweat. His pupils were wide and dark, and his brow was furrowed in concentration. He was focusing so much on controlling himself, holding back for her. She wondered what it would be like once he gave in.

Benat stepped back from the bed, and she watched his form morph and grow. This was the first time she'd seen his dragon form, and she shivered at its power. His face lengthened into a reptilian snout, and his eyes turned snake-like. His scales were the same dark hue as his hair and glinting in the firelight, and the heat that rolled off them was intense. And his male organ... she'd felt it inside her, yes, but seeing it was different. It was dark red, with blue veins bulging full of blood, wet and shiny in the dim light.

He locked eyes with her, and her breath froze in her throat. He could easily hurt her, she realized, and he would when he put a dragonlet in her. All these many months, even feeling his great body against hers, she hadn't appreciated just how large and strong he was.

"Husband," she whispered, fear and lust mixing in her veins.

His mouth opened and his long tongue contorted. "Valeria." It sounded as though her name came from the rough stone walls themselves as it echoed around them.

She gasped, raising a hand to her mouth. He could speak in his dragon form? "How?" she squeaked.

"Practice," he rumbled, his hot breath washing over her face. "Now get on your knees."

Her breath hitched. Did he want her to suck his giant cock? She eyed it dubiously.

"Show me your ass," he commanded her gruffly, and she realized what he meant.

Valeria turned around and crouched down on all fours, lifting her buttocks to present herself to him. He groaned and stepped closer, sniffing her with his giant snout. She wished he would lick her cunt with his rough tongue, as he had taken to doing with her asshole.

And he did. Suddenly her nether lips were opening to his hot, raspy length, and he flicked it against her nub. She moaned at the rough sensation, and he kept going, massaging her until she was dripping with pleasure.

"Yes, husband," she whimpered. She was so wet she could feel her juices sliding down her thighs. Her toes curled in anticipation; she was so close....

Benat moved on to her core, slipping his long tongue deep inside her, circling the edges of her opening as he had with his fingers. She was panting now, her heart racing as she groaned and twisted against him. His tongue was so hot, almost too hot, but it didn't hurt at all.

Then he pulled out and she felt the cold air seeping inside her. "Come back," she whimpered, and he huffed, mussing her hair with his hot breath.

"Spread your legs," he growled, and she did so eagerly. He was going to warm her up with his juices now, she knew, and waited breathlessly.

She could feel the heat of his cock before he even touched her. The oily head of his organ rubbed against her nether lips teasingly, then pushed inside her, into her core. She gasped, feeling how much wider he was than her opening, and yelped as she felt something tear inside her.

He moaned and pulled back out, leaving a trail of hot wetness behind. It took her a moment before the sensation hit her: she cried out with need as her insides warmed and widened and grew even more slippery, responding to his precum.

"You smell so good, all full of my seed," he purred, "ready for me to fuck you."

Valeria blushed, but before she could say anything he thrust himself inside her again. It didn't hurt so much this time, and the sensation of his great cock pushing against her inner walls was so wonderful, it overtook her fear.

"Yes, husband!" she cried. "Fuck me, please!"

Benat growled in reply, shoving his member deeper, widening her tight core around his massive girth. She could feel him rubbing against every inch of her, each stroke sending a new wave of pleasure up her spine. He was still oozing a trail of liquid fire every time he pulled out, so much that it was dripping into her nether lips, onto the bed.

Then he pulled out completely, and she whimpered at the emptiness. She turned around to face him, opening her legs wide, then froze in surprise. She had momentarily forgotten about the change that would come over him, and she stared now in fascination and horror.

The skin beneath his great cock was unfolding, revealing a second organ and a heavy pair of testicles. His second cock was narrower but longer, and it ended in what she could only describe as a beak. This was what he would use to impregnate her, pushing through her soft flesh to deposit his virile seed directly in her womb.

Valeria swallowed, suddenly afraid again. She looked up at his huge dragon face, and he let out a long growl. She whimpered as he reached toward her, his eyes full of lust. He was truly in rut now, she knew, and nothing would stop him from taking her.

Just breathe

, she reminded herself. It would all be over soon.

"Turn around," he rumbled, "so that I can breed you, my little human."

She shivered at his predatory tone. Meekly she turned to crouch on all fours once more, lifting her butt as high as she could, pressing her chest into the bed. He roared and grasped at her hips, and she felt him, both his cocks, pushing their way inside her.

She yelped as her asshole was spread suddenly wide, her cunt opened to him again. He shoved against her roughly, his ball sacks slapping in rhythm with his thrusts. She was surprised that it didn't hurt more, and she tried to focus on what his second cock was doing in her core.

It fit smoothly inside her hole, which had already been opened wide in preparation. But it wasn't thrusting so much as pulsing, inching further inside her like a great veined worm, and she shivered at the image of it in her mind.

A warm, rough feeling at her chest distracted her, and she looked down to see Benat's clawed hands covering her. He palmed her breasts, gripping them tightly as he groaned.

"Your body is perfect for nourishing my young," he growled.

His grip loosened, and then he took her nipples in between his great claws. She bit her lip, expecting pain, but his paws at least were gentle. Softly he pinched her stiff nipples, making her hum and moan. Then he pushed her areolas inward, churning her tissue roughly. It should have hurt, but it didn't, instead blooming a tender ache than raced down from her breasts to between her thighs.

"Oh, yes, more!" she begged, and he gave it to her.

His scaly palms massaged her breasts as his second cock continued burrowing inside her. It was widening, stretching her opening, filling her up so sweetly she almost forgot what it was there to do. At length she felt something hard press against the deepest part of her core, and she grit her teeth at the agony that was sure to come.

The beaked head of her dragon husband's cock pushed into her slowly, gently, again and again. It twinged a bit, threatening further pain once he truly hit his stride, but for now it was bearable. He was still playing with her breasts, rubbing one and pinching the other rhythmically, sending jolts of need down to her core. In her ass, he was pumping a punishing rhythm that would normally have sent her over the edge. But strangely she felt nowhere close, though she had been almost there just minutes earlier.

Benat rumbled above her, and it took a moment for her to understand the sound as speech. "Time to fill you up with dragonlets."

She was sure the women had told her she would only conceive a single child, but this was not the time to argue with him. His second cock pulled back and then bore into her, sending a searing pain into a part of her body she'd never felt before. It had entered her womb and was widening now, opening her cervix to take his potent seed.

Through the agony, she felt a bulge at her opening. It moved up inside her and through him into her womb, nearly ripping her apart. It burst open inside her, hot and thick, and then another bead pulsed out of him. He was barely moving now, but she could hear him huffing and groaning. This was clearly pleasurable for him, and perhaps for a female dragon it would be too.

But Valeria was a human woman, and she cried out each time another load coursed through him, until her insides were so hot they were almost melting. She was shaking now, her body limp. But there was one final part to this she would have to endure.

His ejaculations slowed, and then suddenly she felt a bulb of flesh ballon against the opening of her core. This was his knot, which would keep him stuffed inside her so that his cum couldn't leak out. But his second cock didn't need his hips to move, and was still squirming deep inside her cunt.

Then the beaked end pulled back, and he let out a long sigh. She felt his first cock empty its own load into her ass, and she moaned. She still hadn't reached her peak. It wasn't fair.

He huffed. "Do you want a reward, for being such a good little bride?"

"Please," she whimpered.

He rumbled in response, then his second cock began to rotate inside her core, rubbing her inner walls gently. Slowly, carefully, his great paw moved from her breast to her slit, and she realized what he was going to do.

"Oh, yes, please," she moaned, and his claw opened her nether lips, brushing her nub with a feather-light touch.

More delicately than she thought possible, the tip of his claw circled her nub, all while his second member was still churning inside her. She could feel it growing now, like the calm before the storm, a massive orgasm that would take her breath away. Already her calves were tense, her breathing shallow.

"More," she panted, and he pressed harder, rubbing her with a lewd squelching sound that made her knees weak.

The climax roared through her, white-hot and powerful, and she arched her back and screamed. Her whole body was jerking and writhing in ecstasy, still impaled by both his organs. For a long moment she couldn't breathe, and then her lungs inhaled with mighty hunger.

She was more spent now than she had even been in her life. Her limbs lay limp, and she gasped for air.