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- I don't know why I was inspired to write this.
- Trigger words: Bestiality, High Fantasy, Punchfucking
- >Nobody said the life of a dragon knight was going to be easy.
- >The training was gruelling.
- >The gruel was revolting.
- >And the revolt...
- >Best not to talk about that.
- >On top of life in the barracks, the exclusivity and inherently secretive nature of the order prevented you from such luxuries as friends and partners.
- >Despite your many test sorties, the only pretty ladies you’ve seen have been the size of ants as viewed from drakeback.
- >Still, there’s one girl that’s stuck by you.
- “Isn’t that right, Natasha?”
- >Natasha gurgles a whining growl of affection to you and shows you more of her jawline.
- >Her glistening, onyx scales throw the firelight in the stables in a multitude of directions, casting their own constellations on the stone walls of the cave.
- “Oh, you big softy. C’mere.”
- >You get closer to Natasha’s huge, plated head.
- >You work the brush in between the part where her jaw meets her neck.
- >The ticks and mites love to nest there, even if they haven’t got a chance of piercing dragon hide.
- >You always spend a lot of time there in these grooming sessions.
- >You half expect that actually, Natasha just likes you brushing there.
- >In battle she’s the very incarnation of hellfire itself.
- >And yet in the quiet moments like now, it’s almost like she’s a gigantic, scaled, fire-breathing cat.
- >Almost as if in response to your thoughts, she rolls over onto her side to expose her belly to you.
- >You shake your head and smile.
- >Seems like you’re done cleaning her jawline.
- >Natasha knows what she wants, and she wants it now.
- >You move onto Natasha’s belly, picking a softer brush for her sensitive parts.
- >Even if dragon hide is stronger than steel, it’s her most vulnerable point, and actually very sensitive for her.
- >It took 5 years of companionship for her to let you near it.
- >You remember when your instructor praised you for finally getting her to do so.
- >”Well would you look at that. Looks like we’ve got our first dragon handler, folks!”
- >The sparse applause of frustrated initiates was underwhelming.
- >It was true; you were the first of your class to build such a good bond with your dragon.
- >Unfortunately, it earned you the nickname of “Dragonfucker” from your jealous peers.
- >You hear footsteps from behind you.
- >And then the inevitable sniggering.
- “What do you want, Tidus?”
- >”Pfft. Nothing with a loser like you. It just amazes me how every time I come in here I find you in a compromising position with your girlfriend.”
- >You come out of your thoughts to realise that you’ve made enough progress on Natasha’s belly to be situated right between her hind legs.
- >Right over her vaginal slit.
- “Come in here more often, and you might see something different.”
- >”Haha. As if I’d be seen dead with you, Dragonfucker. You spend all of your time in here. Haven’t you thought of dating someone of your own species?”
- >Your fists clench your brush as you try not to let Tidus’ jibes get to you.
- >Sensing your discomfort, though, Natasha’s neck cranes upwards to see the threat that has you agitated.
- >Her slit irises lock onto Tidus with cold, hard disdain.
- >Her lips fold back to reveal her glistening fangs – row after row of razor sharp teeth that are now bared at something only a quarter of the size of her.
- >She rolls onto all four of her legs and tenses her muscles in preparation for a fight.
- >Her offensive growl makes your chest vibrate.
- >”H-hey! Call her off! This isn’t funny, man!”
- >Tidus, while being a dragon knight like you, didn’t spend much time in class, and so makes the number one mistake and cause of fatalities in training:
- >He locks eyes with your enraged dragon companion.
- >Natasha takes this as a challenge, and so starts to move forward to attack.
- >”OH CRAP!”
- >She issues no roar.
- >This is a threat to her family, and she can take care of it easily.
- >That would be, if it weren’t for you.
- >You rush in front of Natasha and spread your arms.
- “Natasha! No! Stop!”
- >She pauses, her pupils flitting away from her prey to lock onto yours.
- >She growls in annoyance and frustration as she sees your stalwart command blocking her from attacking.
- >She relents and backs down, shuffling backwards into her pen and curling up into a ball.
- >Steam pours from her nostrils, though, and she still has one eye trained on Tidus.
- >”H-h-holy shit! I thought I was gonna be eaten!”
- “Don’t worry, Tidus. Natasha doesn’t need to eat you to turn you into a piece of shit. You already are one.”
- >Tidus finally finds his courage again and gets up from his cowering posture.
- >Now that the threat has been nullified, of course.
- >He still proceeds to the exit of the stable cave with incredible haste.
- >”Y-your dragon is a fucking psycho, man! She needs to be put down!”
- >Natasha silences his jabbering with a final roar, showing off her fanged maw once more and sending Tidus skittering away for good.
- >You look up to Natasha disapprovingly.
- “Nat... You’ll have woken up the other dragons with that...”
- >Natasha looks down at you, passive to your complaints.
- >Instead of being admonished, she rolls over onto her side to expose her belly again.
- >She expects a reward.
- >...
- >To be honest, you think she deserves one, too.
- >You get back to work on Natasha’s belly rub, starting once more at her chest and working along down to her tail.
- >Natasha purrs with her eyes closed the entire time.
- >You know her well enough to know when she’s enjoying herself.
- >If she could smile, she would be doing so right now.
- >Then again...
- >A smile of that magnitude would be terrifying.
- >Your own smile creeps onto your lips.
- >You can’t help it.
- >You’re just in a better mood around Natasha.
- >Your bond even manifests itself in combat.
- >You’re not the best lance or spear user around, but your synergy with Natasha more than makes up for that.
- >She seems to know just the right time to strike with you for maximum effect.
- >You’ve laid waste to entire encampments together like that.
- >She’s such a fierce beast, and yet...
- >She shows her softer side to you, and you alone.
- >Like right now.
- >Natasha’s foreclaw scratches her chest.
- >You’re sure that in her head she’s “helping.”
- >You sigh and continue onwards.
- >Natasha’s large body requires a lot of effort, but you’re sure it’s worth it.
- >Nobody can deny that your dragon casts a stunning image in battle.
- >Her black body strikes fear into the hearts of your enemies.
- >Her meticulously manicured claws are ever sharp and ready to turn men into ribbons.
- >And her vaginal slit is glistening wet.
- >...Wait.
- >Go back a sec.
- >Natasha huffs a plume of steam from her nostrils, and that’s when you notice.
- >She’s looking at you.
- >You lock eyes with her for a second.
- >Ah, piss.
- >Natasha rolls onto all fours again, and you can tell already that she’s agitated.
- “W-whoa, girl. Whoa!”
- >She isn’t listening to you right now.
- >She’s advancing slowly, placing one deliberate claw in front of another as she plods towards your annoyingly slowly retreating body.
- “What’s gotten into you, Nat?”
- >Natasha growls from the pit of her belly.
- >Her eyes are fixed on you with a predatorial lust that can only come from such a magnificent beast.
- >This is it.
- >This is how you die.
- >You fucked up somewhere and this is it.
- >You keep your eyes locked with Natasha’s the entire time.
- >You might as well see your own death.
- >Her serpentine neck coils just a split second before she strikes.
- >Despite your will to watch, you flinch reflexively and close your eyes.
- >So this is how Tidus feels!
- >You wait for the blow to come...
- >But it never does.
- >You open your eyes.
- >Natasha’s huge pupil is in front of you, looking at you intensely.
- >She nudges your stomach with her cheek, almost pushing you over with her enthusiasm.
- >Then she quickly stomps over to her nest, where she gets to work in rearranging the straw.
- “Oh, don’t tell me... It’s that time again?”
- >Natasha looks back to you when she hears your voice and grunts in what you assume is the affirmative.
- “No wonder you were so antsy...”
- >Natasha is making a nest for a new dragon.
- >She hasn’t been impregnated, though.
- >Dragon breeding is a strict practice that is only done by the master dragon handlers of the order.
- >No, she lays unfertilized eggs for a few days every month.
- >That would explain why she was dripping earlier...
- >While in her ovulating phase, she becomes incredibly horny.
- >You’ve found yourself pinned to the walls of her stable cave once or twice.
- >Usually when Tidus is walking past.
- >But Natasha is acting strangely today.
- >She’s looking at you still.
- >Almost expectantly.
- >Natasha relies on you for so much.
- >Grooming, feeding.
- >Protection?
- >The two of you are a duo in almost all aspects of life.
- >She protects you, just like from Tidus earlier.
- >You protect her in battle from those that might attack her flank.
- >You have trust, the two of you, in each other.
- >And so now what?
- >Natasha trusts you to do something more?
- >Something new?
- >You draw closer to your dragon.
- >Her eyes are locked onto you the entire time.
- >Those intense, yellow jewels that have bored holes in so many other lesser men.
- >Now they shine with another emotion.
- >As you get within arm’s reach, Natasha rolls over to expose her belly again.
- >This time, with purpose, you are drawn to her dripping slit.
- >It’s subtle, but the flesh around her slit is slightly raised.
- >It must be because her lips are engorged with arousal.
- >You look from Natasha’s flower to her head.
- >She sees that you acknowledge her needs, and so lays her head down on a bed of straw.
- >Her eyes are closed.
- >She trusts you completely.
- >Well, then.
- >Time to get to work!
- >You place a hand on her fleshy belly.
- >She purrs yet again.
- >You can feel her heat through her skin.
- >It’s higher than usual, and that’s saying something.
- >You trace your hand down towards her slit, remarking at how her temperature is rising as you get closer to her prize.
- >By the time you get there, the cool night air that caused goosebumps on your skin has been completely dispelled.
- >You look once more for reaffirmation from Natasha’s eyes.
- >You get none.
- >Her eyes are closed in relaxation.
- >So once again you focus on what lays before you.
- >You immediately realise there is a logistical problem with this setup.
- >Natasha is much, much bigger than you.
- >How are you meant to pleasure something so gigantic?!
- >Well, your dick definitely won’t be seeing any action tonight.
- >You straddle one of Natasha’s hind legs.
- >Using a couple of fingers you spread her lips.
- >Immediately a jet of juices gush out and you smell her scent.
- >It’s incredibly potent and reflects her nature.
- >Sweet, and yet with a very sharp spike of something spicy.
- >You can see her reptilian vagina clearly now, in a way that perhaps very few dragon knights are privy to.
- >Her white flesh is smooth and slick.
- >Its uniform colour is only interrupted by her urethra; a black dot on a sea of alabaster glory.
- >The whiteness continues further into her body, further from whence her juices originate.
- >And that is wherein lies your goal.
- >The heat from her is amazing already.
- >You take the time to remove your top.
- >The cold air bites at your skin slightly, but then Natasha chases it away with her presence.
- >You spread her lips once more with one hand, and with the other cup it into a spear point.
- >Slowly and gently you thrust into her.
- >She stirs slightly and huffs steam from her nostrils once more in approval.
- >Her passage is tight, yet well lubricated.
- >It allows you entry quite easily.
- >You fit your arm in up to your wrist with no trouble at all.
- >Once in, you clench your hand into a fist.
- >It increases your effective girth, and Natasha growls in contentment.
- >You push forward even further and make it to your forearm.
- >Now you can feel Natasha’s cervix on your knuckles.
- >It’s soft and spongy, but you can feel already that there is a hardness behind it.
- >Her eggs must be developing in her womb.
- >You decide to increase your pace, seeing how Natasha is a big girl.
- >She’s been through much worse on the battlefield.
- >She probably takes offense to you treating her so gently.
- >You draw your arm out to the wrist, noting how cold the outside seems now that you’re drenched with her juices.
- >Natasha bears her teeth in protest to your withdrawal, so you quickly rectify that by driving your arm back inside her.
- >Her tail thrashes with delight as you punch your way into her.
- >You punch over and over again, making lewd squelching noises with each thrust.
- >Your fisting is having the desired effect on your partner.
- >Her foreclaws clench reflexively and rhythmically in sync with your movements.
- >Her growling intensifies with her irregular, hitched breaths, and her huffing increases in volume.
- >She’s getting into it, you can tell.
- >This is the privilege of your bond.
- >You’re happy to provide for your friend.
- >Your companion.
- >And now your lover.
- >Despite her draconian form, you are tenting in your pants.
- >Perhaps your proximity to her saturating juices is starting to have an effect on you.
- >Perhaps it’s being elbow deep in a creature so much stronger than you, who could at any time rip you to shreds.
- >Perhaps it’s love.
- >Either way, you are aroused, just as much as Natasha.
- >You daren’t pleasure yourself, though.
- >You don’t want to divert attention from your partner and potentially incur her wrath.
- >You stand up, resting your chest against Natasha’s fleshy belly.
- >It gives you more leverage, and so your thrusts increase in vigour as a result.
- >Being so close to her now, you can feel her heartbeat through your chest.
- >Her massive heart beats quickly and strongly, pumping blood to her gaping sex as you punchfuck her to absolute bliss.
- >You find yourself unconsciously humping Natasha’s belly in the vain hope to relieve your own pent up arousal, but succeed only in working yourself up more.
- >In tandem with your own rising fire, Natasha’s pleasure levels start to approach critical levels.
- >Your arm is getting tired, but you can’t stop fisting her.
- >You must please her, lest she decide you are an incompetent lover and bite you as punishment.
- >As she reaches her peak, her grunts become more vocal and turn into yelps.
- >Her yelps turn into groans.
- >And her groans reach a crescendo, culminating in another massive roar that echoes throughout the mountainside cavern.
- >A torrent of juices alerts you to Natasha’s climax, drenching your trousers and pushing your arm out of her with a slurping pop.
- >You hear the roars of the other dragons in their own caverns.
- >They respond to her outcry in kind.
- >It makes you wonder if any of them are having their own experiences with their riders.
- >You walk over to a nearby towel to clean yourself up and then look back to Natasha.
- >She’s sleeping soundly on her side, in exactly the same position that you left her.
- >You guess you earned the title of “Dragonfucker” tonight.
- >And you couldn’t be happier.
- >The next day during training, your instructor approaches you just as Natasha decides to show you affection by licking your face.
- >”You know, I swear you two work better every day. How do you do it?”
- “Oh, you know. It’s just a matter of taking the time to bond properly.”
- >Natasha rolls over onto her side and looks at you pleadingly.
- “Later.”
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