“My, what a big brute you are.” princess Regina said, an impetuous sneer across her lips. She wore her usual regal attire, a full pink dress, elbow length white silk gloves, and a thin crown atop her blonde hair. Even though the top of her head only reached the dragon’s nipples she was in total control.
She had whined to her father for weeks about wanting a dragon for her eighteenth birthday, and even if it was a few months later Cyrus finally arrived. The king did not want a four legged monstrosity ripping up the castle, so he hoped that the more humanoid black dragon would due. Officially Cyrus was hired on as a bodyguard, but unofficially he was a willing sex slave.
Cyrus was going into this expecting vanilla sex. Humans, especially nobles, were intimidated by his body size and penis size. But Regina didn't show any of that.
She cupped her hand at the bottom of Cyrus’ left testicle, the massive organ filling out her entire palm and fingers. “I bet these are filled to the brim with hot, nasty dragon cum.”
There was a hunger in her eyes, she didn't see Cyrus as a fierce dragon but as a piece of meat to be used. He spared a glance around the princess’ bedroom. She had a large cushy bed, an open area, and a shelf full of countless dirty novels. They had titles like “Hard Scales, Hard Dick.” The bed was a pile of pillows and comforters that looked almost like a nest. Part of the room was cleared out with an old wooden torture rack having been dragged in. The device looked out of place in the cushy room.
He looked back at the human with a smirk. “Are you sure you can handle all of this?”
She tightened her grip on his ball, not too hard but hard enough to show who is in charge. Cyurs lurched forward reflexively.
“Please, you think this dragon dick is enough to scare me.” She said, barely wrapping her hand around his semi hard penis. “But it'll take a lot more than that. I’ll find out if you know how to use this soon enough.” She gave it a few tugs, making it jolt up more. Cyrus knew he was going to enjoy his time here. She let go of his genitals, biting her red painted lips as his balls bounced back to their resting position. She peeled off her gloves to reveal soft dainty hands. Without a moment's hesitation they moved to grope Cyrus all over. She glided her hands on the softer yellow scales of her chest and stomach, scratching herself on purpose on the rougher black scales of his back. Her hand moved further down, running along the top of his tail before she pulled back and slapped him hard on the ass. Cyrus gave a short start, hopping to his tip toes for a second.
“Damn, that ass is strong!”
Cyrus turned to face the princess, he loomed over her being almost twice as big and at least four times her weight. “Like what you see?”
“Oh I do, and I am sure the citizens will love it too?” She said with a smirk, holding up a leather collar.
Cyrus crawled on his hands and knees through the city streets. It was a struggle to keep up with the parading princess who hummed a happy tune as she tugged at the collar at his neck. His tough scales prevented his knees and hands from hurting, but his muscles started to ache from this use and sweat beaded on his body. The dragon could hear whispers and gasps from the citizens, some making lewd comments, some gasping, some obviously getting lower to get a better look. He felt fully exposed, bent over like he was showing off his ass to the world. The heat caused his scrotum to fully relax, letting his massive balls hang as low as they could. The awkward crawling caused a loud plap plap as his genitals swayed back and forth and slapped against his thighs. It was all utterly humiliating. Cyrus loved it, his throbbing erection tipped with pre cum as it slapped against his stomach. Regina walked her way to a courtyard, sitting on a bench. She spread her legs wide, letting her dress hike up to her shins.
“Nothing beats taking a pet for a walk.” She stated, making sure to put extra emphasis on the word ‘pet’. “Now be a good little dragon and lick your princess’ sweaty twat.”
The casual crassness was a delight to the dragon, and he was plenty eager to get a taste of some royal cunt. He crawled and put his head under her dress, the musky smell of her sex hitting his nostrils. The pink fabric surrounding him gave her smooth legs and pussy a beautiful highlight. A small pang of disappointment hit him as he saw her vagina was shaved smooth. That disappointment was washed away when he saw that her slit was already slick with juices , it was clear she was excited for this. He wasted no time, parting his maw to let his thick tongue slip from his mouth like a hungry snake. He lapped at the bottom of her sex, moving up until he could feel the scratchy stubble of her shaven pubic hair.
“Fuck.” Regina shuddered, her silky thighs instinctively closing on either side of the dragon’s head. She looked around, citizens shocked or aroused by her brazen display. She was more than happy to let them watch and whisper. The dragon worked his tongue more, it was much thicker and stronger than any human’s, and he moved with a need and hunger. He lapped her up, drinking down her sweat and juices like they were heavenly nectar. He moved away from her pussy to slide across her thighs, coating them all over in his saliva. Eagerly he dove back in, flicking her throbbing clit. Cyrus got more hungry, more daring. The princess let out a loud gasp and squirmed when his tongue went lower and went between her ass, the soft cheeks on either side parting until he found her asshole.
“You savage beast!” She screamed in barely contained lust. The princess was shamelessly writing now, kept only in place by the dragon between her legs. Cyrus knew she was getting close and returned to her womanhood. He lapped at her quickly, shoving his tongue deeper in and hitting all the right places. Regina screamed as she climaxed, squirting onto the dragon's face. Cyrus pulled back, looking up with satisfaction as the princess slumped back on the park bench. Sweat dripped down her and her once perfect hair was a mess from where she had run her hands through.
“Do you need a moment?”
“Gods no.” She declared, getting on shaky legs and tugging on his collar. “Get your scaley ass back to my bedchambers.”
Cyrus lay belly up on the old torture rack, his nose now full of the sweet perfumes of the womans bedroom. His arms and legs were held in place at the wrist and ankles with straps. He gave them a test, feeling them give he knew he could break them if he really desired to. He had no desire to, seeing the princess wearing frilly lace stockings and elbow length gloves. She sauntered towards him, eyeing up his rock hard cock hungrily. “I hope you are ready, brute.”
“Ive been ready.” He said with a smirk. He eyed up her bare crotch, seeing she was dripping with anticipation. “Maybe you could consider growing out your bush.”
“If you fuck as good as you eat maybe i’ll consider it.” She said, running a hand along his pectoral muscles. The human hopped up on the rack, turning away from the dragon and planting her ass on his stomach. Her toned behind rocked back and forth and the dragon could feel the heat from her womanhood. His penis went all the way up to her tits as she sat, and the dragon was curious how she planned to use his rod. The woman stood up, planting a foot on either side of the dragon’s hips and she slowly started to lower herself onto his throbbing dick. She was wet, warm, and tight. Much to the dragon’s surprise she was able to get the head of his penis inside quickly, and after only a little more struggle she kept lowering more and more. Despite himself, Cyrus let out a throaty moan as she enveloped him. She got to three fourths of his dick before she stopped.
“Impressive.” He moaned.
“I'm not a porcelain princess, I have had practice.” She said, looking over her shoulder as she slid down the rest of the way, her toned cheeks pressing on his hips.
“Youve had other dragons?” He said, thrusting his hips up and impressed she met his push with her own.
“No, but the horses in the stables were plenty eager.”
This sent a thrill through the dragon and he knew he would have to inquire more about this later. For now he would enjoy some royal pussy. She bounced her ass up and down along the length of his dick with amazing ease. She let out hearty moans, cupping her perky breasts with one hand. While it was out of sight of the dragon the woman’s stomach bulged as it expanded to accommodate the massive dragon rod. She never slowed down, greedy with lust she pushed on. She let go of her own chest and grabbed the dragon’s balls, giving them a squeeze. “Bet these are fucking full, right?”
“Princess, so full.” He agreed, sweat beading his brow as he had to fight against the urge to break the restraints and grab her hips. Royal pussy always felt amazing.
“Cant wait to feel that hot nasty dragon cum inside me. Don't hold back, I'm on herbs to stop pregnancy."
This dampened Cyrus' enthusiasm a bit, but he respected her choice.
Regina sat down fully and started grinding on the dragon’s lap. She bucked her hips back and fourth, feeling the full length and girth stretch her out. “Gods above this is amazing!” She all but shouted out. The once fragrant sweets smells of the room were quickly replaced by the musks of sweat and sex. The dragon’s breathing quickened and he felt his climax approaching.
The princess could feel it too so she resumed her bouncing, moving up and down his length with an almost frantic pace. It was clear she would not be satisfied unless she got it all from the dragon. Without any warning she brought a gloved hand down hard on his balls, a meaty slap echoing in the bedchamber. The sudden rush of pain mixed with his overflowing pleasure made the dragon roar as he came. The bellowing cry was strong enough that it pushed the woman's long golden hair up and made her lurch forward. His balls clenched up as they shot every drop of semen out in powerful load. The princess pushed down, wanting to get filled up totally. Her stomach extended more as white hot dragon juices were pumped into her. Her voice was an incompressible moan of pleasure, her mind going blank. When the dragon was done her stomach looked like she was ready to lay one of his eggs. It extended out as far as it could, her once slim frame now pushed to the limit.
With a heavy sigh Cyrus tried to catch his breath. “You look really good like that.”
Regina remained on the dragon’s cock for a moment more, rubbing her stomach. She got up, a stream of semen dripping from her slit and landing on his dick and balls. To his surprise she took a step back and hovered her ass above him.
“You made a mess of a princess, now you have to clean it up!” She said before slamming her still dripping crotch directly on his maw.
Cyrus eagerly got to his task, he knew he would enjoy his time at the kingdom.
Months past, their lurid affair grew more and more lewd. She lay atop the torture rack casually and had Cyrus carry it all the way back to the dungeon by himself. She had him go slowly, making sure to hold it steady and not bump her around too much. By the time he made it to the long unused castle dungeon he was dripping in sweat. Much to the dragon’s shock Regina breathed in the scent of his musk deeply, even burying her nose deep in his armpit. Days later she would smack him with a riding crop. While the instrument was not strong enough to cause any real pain to the dragon, the humiliation factor was plenty fun. His fat dragon cock would stretch her out multiple times a day, each time filling her up and making her belly fill out. Cyrus would lament her lack of pregnancy but would respect her choice. The dragon did comment on how he liked it when she forgot to shave and a yellow stubble formed on her pussy. It wasn't long before she had a full golden bush, much to the dragon’s delight. He made sure to show his appreciation with plenty of nasty licks and kisses to her new hair.
Cyrus also spent his time helping around the kingdom, dealing with minor bandit problems and actually bodyguarding the princess when needed. One night, the dragon was ready to retire for the night but found a message directing him to the dungeon once more. When he arrived in the underground he was surprised to see the large cell they used for their dirty sex had a large mirror in it. It was tall enough to show all of the dragon, along with a gilded golden pattern around the rim of it.
“I see you like the new addition.” Regina said, showing herself. She was dressed in particularly scandalous lingerie that cupped her breasts to show them off more. Thigh high lace covered her legs and feet, and a set of crotchless panties. She carried with her a large vial of clear liquid. Her now impressive bush pushed up the fabric somewhat. What surprised the dragon was the fact she was wearing very heavy mascara and she looked shy. This is the same woman who shamelessly sat her hair cum fulled cunt on his face and ordered him to lick it up.
“Tonight you are to fuck me in front of this mirror.” She said, a slight hitch in her voice. “B-but this time you are going to be fucking my ass.” Her face was practically turning red at this point.
Cyurs thought for a moment, walking up to the princess and taking the vial brought it to his eyes. He could see this was a lubricant.
“Tell me, is this your first time with anal?”
The princess failed to meet his gaze. “So what if it is?”
“And you are wearing heavy make up so you can sse your eyes water in the mirror when I fuck your tight little hole, like the dirty slut you are?” His voice was a low growl. He was very used to being used and talked down to, but this time he felt like she wanted him to take the lead. Show her what it felt like to be used as a pieces of fuck meat. Of course he would pay attention and if she showed any signs of discomfort he would stop.
While the princess did not speak, her nervous yet longing expression spoke for her. Cyrus moved one finger under her chin, guiding her to look upward. Without warning he leaned down and began to kiss her, his large dragonic tongue entering her delicate mouth. He glided along her smooth flat teeth. He pulled back, her face a mess of lust and desire. His penis was already throbbing to life and pressing against her soft thigh.
“On your hands and knees, now.” He commanded, taking up a dominating tone for the first time with the woman. This came as a surprise to her, but she quickly moved to the mirror and got down. Raising her ass up high. The wet slit of her womanhood glistened with anticipation. Cyrus knelt down too, resting his dick atop the cleft of her butt, feeling the soft fabric of her panties. The hole in her undergarment allowed her tight virgin asshole to be shown, and the underside of his cock slid across the wrinkled skin. He poured the vial out, letting the clear liquid cover all of his penis as well as all over her ass.
“Dont worry princess, I will start off slow.” He said, pushing his hips back and prodding her hole. “But not too slow.”
Regina let out a whimper, but she pushed her butt back more to meet the dragon’s penis. He pushed more, and the inevitable moment came when her hole gave way and allowed his manhood inside. It was just the head, but his dick was much more than that of even the most well endowed human. The princess let out a loud undignified scream, pain and pleasure mixing in her voice. Cyrus waited a moment, knowing not to push things too much. When the woman relaxed a little he was able to start fucking, gentle at first and adding more lube as needed. He looked up and saw himself in the mirror, appreciating the sight of his big bulky form towering over the princess. For a moment his mind flashed with an idea for a nasty roleplay where he pretended to have kidnapped the princess, like the old fairy tales. He decided to save this for later. The dragon noticed that Regina was looking down at the floor, her hair already getting messy.
“Look at yourself.” He commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument. She did so, her heavy makeup running down her cheeks in dark lines as her eyes watered. Cyrus pushed on, knowing she was loving this too.
“Look at you, royalty being treated like a cheap back alley whore. Taking a fat dragon dick right up your ass.” He grabbed her hair, pulling to force her hair up. Her ass clenched at this.
“Yes, I'm a cheap whore!” She gasped out, her voice quivering. Cyrus saw clear liquid pooling between her legs that was not the lube. She was climaxing already. The dragon moved his hand lower, hooking a finger in her mouth and pulling her cheek back.
“Cumming already, I bet you've been dreaming of this for a while. Are you going to be a good slut and take my load?” Cyrus said, feeling his own climax approaching. She could not speak, giving only lusty moans as she licked at his finger. He quickened his pace, roaring with fury as he pushed his dick in further than it had ever been this night. She gasped as white hot semen flooded her insides. He kept thrusting to make sure to squeeze out every last drop out of his balls. When he was finished he pulled out, seeing cum drip out of her gaping asshole and down across her cunt. Her face was down as she breathed heavily to recover from another climax. Cyrus would need to explore this new side of her more.
The two would continue fucking more daily and nightly. Another month passed, and after a one round of fairly simple sex Cyrus noticed that the princess was starting to get a little more plump and was getting exhausted faster. Of course, some more princess to love was always welcome, but he asked about it.
Regina met the dragon’s gaze with a sly smile. “Ive stopped taking my herbs, I think I’m with child.”
Cyrus' heart skipped a beat, a thrill of excitement filling him. Then concern followed soon after, royals can be picky with heirs. “What would your mother think of this?”
“Oh her? She knows all about this and approves. In fact...” She said, her voice turning to a smug knowing tone.
The click of hard heels sounded in the dungeon. Out strode the Queen Alice, dressed in tight creaking leathers. Her hells were thigh high boots that ended only at her hips and practically highlighted her pussy and ass. She had a dark corset that hugged her body, pushing her milky tits up. Alice had a thicker riding crop in her hand. She was slightly chubby, her mature age catching up. Of course Cyrus looked at her as he would perfectly aged wine. She spoke, a playful sneer edging her words. “My daughter told me all about you, dragon. You may have fun with her, but this queen will show you who's in charge.” She punctuated this by slapping the wall with her crop, a snap echoing in the room. “We are not leaving until I know I am pregnant."
Cyrus’ heart was racing, the dominating human mother about to bully him, the sting of a powerful riding crop, and the demand for a child. The dragon had to make sure he was not dreaming for a moment.
Alice wasted no time, enjoying Cyrus as a new toy. She commanded him with royal authority fit for one of her stations. The queen enjoyed stomping her boots onto the dragon’s tough hide and grinding the heel in. While the pain was minimal the dominating disrespect more than made up for it. She took the dragon’s massive penis easily, riding atop him and bouncing her royal ass. Something gave within her after Cyrus pumped the first load into her. The royal authority melted away and she started to act like a cheap desperate cock hungry whore. Cyrus kept this energy going, putting the queen on her knees and gently slapping his cock on her face. He was still sticky with semen and vaginal juices. She reveled in it, leaving her mouth open to catch stray drops. Regina looked eager to join in, seeing her own mother like that awakened a deep dark depravity that the dragon found delicious.
“Why don't you put your mouth to use too?” He said with a smirk as he raised his tail. The pregnant woman took the hint. Crawling on hand and knees she faced the toned ass of the dragon. She didn't waste time, diving in between his cheeks fully, lapping up and down his crack hungrily. She found his hole soon enough and kept going. The queen didn't need any orders, she opened her mouth wide and swallowed up the dragons now throbbing meat. Cyrus bit his lip, sucking in air as the jolt of pleasure hit him. He enjoyed this feeling, both of their warm mouths pleasuring his most sensitive areas. With a growl he could not take it anymore. He grabbed a handful of the queen's hair and pulled her, forcing his dick all the way down her throat. She gagged, but swallowed every drop of the load. Cryus felt this strength fail him, and let himself fall to the side. With heavy breaths he tried to recover some of his energy.
To his surprise the human woman moved between his legs and started to suck on his testicles, one woman for each ball. The queen, cum dripping from her face and onto his scrotum, pulled back just long enough to speak. “Come on, you can't be getting tired already.”
The queen sucked on his ball and pulled back. This lifted the organ up until it fell free from her mouth with a pop. “I thought I told you we are not leaving until we know I am pregnant."
This renewed Cyrus’s lust again, the sudden surge of new energy making him gouge marks into the stone floor with his claws.
The night of passion and heedless lusts kept going until the morning light. Cyrus lay on his back, a human royal on either arm. Alice was dripping with his see, he was sure she was knocked up a few climaxes ago. She rubbed his chest, her soft hand on his golden scales.
“My daughter tells me you have dreams of building a kingdom.” She said, her voice now softer.
The dragon chuckled. “A big dream, yes, but I think it's possible.”
“With strength like yours anything is.” She said, biting her lip while looking at his crotch. She had to shake her head to not jump him again. “You will need allies. Marry us, both of us!”
Cyrus did not need to think about it for even a moment. “I will.” He leaned in to kiss the queen, then the princess. “We will have the wedding as soon as possible, then discuss logistics. But first, I want to know who you got your leather outfit from.”
Some time passed and Cyrus stepped out of the leatherworker’s shop. Bands of studded leather were ringed around his arms, legs, and tail. A harness crossed his chest and back, with a golden ring in the middle. He felt powerful in this outfit, especially as he held the two leashes that were gently wrapped around the necks of his two new wives. “Let's go for a little walk, and if you are good bitches you will get a treat.”
The women looked back at him, bellies starting to swell. They met his eyes with a mischievous glint, knowing they would push him even harder when they are in the dominant role again.
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