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I was getting some refills when the little bell attached to the door rang. My eyes were drawn immediately to the magnificent creature as the newcomer ducked through the doorway. His horns added another foot to the nine foot tall muscled frame he squeezed into the building. It was a good thing even this small place was built to accommodate large anthros. I took in the hybrid’s appearance as the male stepped towards a booth. He was a hybrid, which was uncommon if not unheard of. But he wasn’t a cross I was familiar with.

Aside from his horns the first thing I noted about the newcomer was his face. A sharp, wolfish muzzle was covered in short silvery white fur. As it swept back from his muzzle the fur went from silvery white to a light golden color, tinged with iridescent green as the fur swept down his neck. What sort of wolf had horns though? Or scales on his arms? Piercing golden eyes glanced once over me as the male sat in his booth before he turned away to look out the window. That gold and green color combination was gorgeous, and for some reason I found myself more than a little attracted to it.

I didn’t realize how long I was staring until the drink I was refilling overflowed onto my wrist. Grimacing, I looked around to see if anybody spotted my lapse while I wiped up the spill. I shouldn’t have bothered. At this time of night everybody was absorbed in their friends or their private thoughts. I took my tray of drinks back to the four drunk anthros in their own booth. They weren’t making a fuss, which I was grateful for since it meant I could turn my full attention to the handsome male who had just entered.

I glanced around the diner to see if anyone else needed something from me. Aside from the hybrid and the college kids, I only had three other tables to wait on, and nobody glanced my way as I clicked my hooves on the linoleum floor. Approaching the newcomer gave me an excuse to look him over in detail. Those were indeed scales on his arms, and clawed paws at the end which put him in mind of a dragon. The same gold and green blend covered his arms. A wolfdragon? I’d never heard of one of those - well actually, that wasn’t entirely true. I’d never seen one in person that was for sure.

I stepped up to the table and the hybrid turned that golden gaze on me once more. I felt the scrutiny as the wolfdragon flicked his eyes up and down my own form. I’m a slim buck, just over five feet tall. Like the wolfdragon’s horns my height is added to by my antlers, putting me over six feet. Tonight I hadn’t worn anything special. Just a light blue tshirt and jeans. My own fur is a very boring brown and I find myself wishing I had something exotic like this handsome male’s gold and green.

“What can I get ya?” I ask him.

“Cup of coffee,” comes the reply. His voice is a light baritone, not as deep as I was expecting. Wolves tended towards a certain litheness even when they were muscular. This male was built on a different template, and he was thick in every way. His black shirt was clinging to strong shoulders and a thick barrel chest. One arm resting on the counter had bulging muscles under the scales.

Curiously his legs seemed to veer back towards the wolven half. He hadn’t bothered with shoes, and I could see furry digitigrade paws poking from the cuffs of his own jeans. He had that same build though, tree trunk thighs making the booth groan beneath his weight and calves that were probably bigger than both my legs put together.

“Nothing to eat?” I asked. Thankfully my brain ran on automatic while I checked him out. Even that stopped when he grinned at me though. Sharp teeth glinted in the harsh fluorescent lights.

“Nothing yet,” he said.

Somehow I made it back behind the counter after that. Teeth are a weak spot for me. And muzzles. And well, basically everything this guy had on offer. And the way he replied to me… I had no illusions about people like myself and larger anthros. Working here at the diner I got looks like that a couple times a day, but most of them came in for a quick drink and got their ‘dinner’ elsewhere.

I tried unsuccessfully to banish my thoughts and poured the wolfdragon some coffee. I almost spilled it in my haste to get back to his booth. But he just smiled, without showing me his teeth this time, and turned back to the window. The mugs we had looked tiny in his huge claws though he handled it with practice. My eyes traced the gold and green of his scaled arms and the fur on his neck before I tore my gaze away and went back to the rest of the diner.

I took the coffee pot around and filled up a parrot’s mug, then got some extra butter for a beaver who was working her way through a plate of pancakes. I checked in with the students but they were still nursing their refills and definitely didn’t need more food after the banquet they’d eaten earlier.

Nobody else came in. I chatted with the flamingo who was cooking tonight, and after speaking to her, I finally felt like I’d spent enough time elsewhere to justify going back to the muscular hybrid by the door. He saw me coming with the coffee pot and obligingly held it out to be filled. “You hungry for something from the menu now?” I asked.

He looked me up and down again as he took a sip. “Depends,” he growled. “I might be interested in ordering something… off the menu.” My heart fluttered. I couldn’t help it. I had no idea why I wasn’t more turned off by the idea but my body reacted. Before I could totally lose it though, he spoke up again. “You seem particularly interested in me. Something on your mind?”

I tried to gather my thoughts. “Well, usually we get a lotta regulars in here. And I’ve never heard of - well, never seen a wolfdragon? before.” I tried to lift my voice as I guessed his species. He didn’t correct me, so I assume I was right. He did lean forward slightly and narrow his eyes at me.

“So you have heard of a wolfdragon before then. Any idea where?”

Suddenly I realized why that green and gold coloring was so distinct in my mind. I had a toy that color. A sex toy. A dildo, supposed to be modeled after wolfdragon, though I’d never heard of such a thing before that. And now I was really embarrassed because that thing was my favorite toy.

My blush must have gone clear through my fur because the hybrid smiled again, showing his teeth once more. “Ahh, now why would a simple question like that make you embarrassed? I wonder if you’d get even more flustered if I told you my name.” His sharp fangs glinted.

“Fenrir”

Sure enough that was the name of the dildo I used. My cheeks burned because the two of us were standing here in public. And he knew I used a dildo modeled after his cock. He interrupted my thoughts again to ask “Tell me, what size do you have?”

I looked at him, trying to contain my disbelief that he’d just asked me that in public. But I couldn’t help it as my eyes flicked down towards his crotch. The table blocked my view, but we both knew what I was thinking. His grin broadened.

“Large,” I finally said.

His eyes looked predatory, possessive. And somehow that turned me on, instead of scaring me off. “Can you take the knot?”

“Yes,” I replied. I even managed to lift my chin a little. It had taken me a while, but I was proud of that particular feat.

“Well then,” the wolfdragon leaned back. His horns framed his face as he considered me, still smiling. “I think I’d like an order of venison, please. To go.” And he rumbled out those last two words with such desire that my knees went weak.

I managed to nod once, and turned away. I could feel his eyes burning a hole through my jeans as he stared at me. I tried to wiggle my ass as I walked, but I still hadn’t quite recovered myself so I just kind of stumbled to the counter. I felt like a moron. Who’d want a clumsy buck who can barely hold a conversation? But I looked back and that hungry golden gaze told me he wanted me, all of me.

I composed myself and stepped to the kitchen window, leaning through and waving to get Regina’s attention. She popped her headphones out from where she was sitting and came over. “Got an order?” she asked briskly.

“Yeah. Me. You’re gonna have to cover the front.”

Her face cycled through surprise, shock, appraisal, and finally an amused resignation. “Always wondered when you’d serve yourself up. Who is it?”

I leaned to the side in the passthrough so she could see right to the wolfdragon’s booth. She glanced past me and her eyes widened a little. “Wow. You’ll go down easy.”

I was almost bursting with anticipation. “I gotta go.”

“Try to have fun,” she said, waving as I spun around and headed towards the door.

Fenrir was getting up from his booth, gesturing for me to go outside first. “Hotel isn’t far. Five minutes, maybe,” he said once he’d ducked through the door. We didn’t say anything else as he led me to his room. I figured he might be a traveler when he came in. I wondered where he was going, what he was here for, but somehow I never quite asked. It’s not like it would matter to me soon.

A quick elevator ride up and he was swiping his card on a door, gesturing me through once again. Inside was a standard hotel room, although I hadn’t ever been in one sized for a large anthro like the wolfdragon. It made me feel small. Vulnerable. I liked that.

The hybrid stepped around me and then turned to face me. Close. For a moment we stood there, and finally I found my voice. “Is that dildo really based on you?”

He grinned down at me. “Yup. They took a ton of measurements and pictures. Made me do all sorts of tests to check the rigidity, how it bent, the curve depending on how horny I was. A little annoying honestly, but they kept plenty of cute guys in the studio for me.” He rubbed his stomach through his shirt.

“Even if they hadn’t, how many guys have you pulled because they recognized you like I did since then?”

He chuckled and rubbed a claw through the fur on top of my head, then fondled one of my antlers. I closed my eyes and leaned into the sensation. I could feel the pressure and it always calmed me down when somebody was pulling on those. “More than I can count. See if you can feel how many.”

I was pulled forward by my antler into his body. My own muzzle pressed into his belly, still covered by his shirt. My chest pressed into his crotch, and I felt a warmth - and a twitch. Obediently I wrapped my arms around his torso, though I couldn’t actually hug him. His middle was the thickest part of his body. I could feel the scaly texture through the thin cloth, but even with a bit of give his abs were muscled and firm.

“Everyone who’s ever tried the real thing went in here?” I asked. I kept my eyes closed and pressed myself against his body.

“Every single one,” he replied.

I pulled back slightly and smiled up at him. “Sign me up.”

Sharp teeth glinted at me once again, before he released my antler and grabbed the bottom of his shirt. He pulled it over his head, cursing once as it stuck on his horns. I wasn’t paying attention because I was captivated by his belly. And his chest. And the muscled upper arms - really everything.

He hadn’t wasted the contributions of his admirers. The fur on his neck formed a kind of ruff that overlapped the scales at the top of his chest. The gold and green colors of his fur blended seamlessly with the iridescent scales which rippled as he flexed for my admiration. Huge pecs, and though no six pack was outlined in front of me I had felt that the muscle was thick and just under a layer of fat.

“You do the pants,” he told me, pushing his hips forward. I could see a little fur peeking from under the waistband and was curious where it started and the scales ended again. But as I grabbed the belt buckle he was wearing one claw covered my paw. “Wait. You said you had a large, right?”

“Yes,” I replied, curious.

“What size do you think the real thing is?” He smirked as he said it.

My eyes widened and I looked down at the bulge in front of me. I’d felt the pressure, but it was hard to judge size from a simple hug. As I looked, Fenrir flexed again and I saw his pants press out. “You can’t be the same size as the extra large, right?”

He winked. “There’s a reason they picked me for a model, you know.” He pulled his claw away. Slowly, more intimidated now, I pulled his belt and undid the buckle, separating it. I tried to undo the button, but his bulge was growing so much it was stuck. I pushed forward, fairly confident I couldn’t hurt a guy this size, and undid the button. His pants almost popped open, the zipper being slowly forced down on its own. I reached out, brushing the back of my hand on the heated, pulsing mass through his black boxer briefs and pulled the zipper down.

His maleness filled out the pouch of his underwear, pushing aside his jeans. I rubbed his package gently, then more firmly as I felt the weight of it. Suddenly desperate to see, I reached out and pulled the waistband out and down, over the sheath and rapidly emerging erection.

From the sheath alone I could tell he was bigger than the large dildo I had at home. The presence of his massive balls, furry like a wolf’s and still bunched up in the underwear, made it seem twice as large. His tip and several inches were already out and more was on the way. I wrapped a paw around the shaft, feeling the texture. Just like my favorite toy, but better in every way. Hotter, heavier, pulsing in my grip and leaking pre already. Instead of the chemical scent of lube as I worked over silicon, the furry musk of an aroused male filled my nose as I leaned forward and buried my muzzle in the wolfdragon’s balls. His shaft throbbed with my attention, pushing my hand away as it grew, and grew, and grew.

Neither of us had bothered to pull his pants or underwear down any further. He had a firm grip on my antlers now, although he didn’t actually direct me. Just pressure as he let me explore his maleness, letting me know he was there, that he owned me now. Drunk on his scent I lifted my muzzle higher and nuzzled his sheath. It was furless, stretchy, musky skin like most mammals. I opened my eyes again finally and saw his scales ended inches above his sheath, the wolven fur overlapping the transition.

Just like the signature toy modeled after him, Fenrir’s cock was gold and green. The two colors mottled and swirled together along the shaft. He had a spade shaped tip, the better to penetrate me with, and the front and sides had a series of angled ridges as the shaft swelled out to a thickened middle. Not unlike the male himself, I thought as I looked up along his body. He grinned down at my dopey smile and thrust lightly, dragging his shaft across my cheek as he held me in place.

His cock curved upwards as my attention and his arousal stiffened it. A series of bumps along the top of his shaft firmed beneath my grip. I pulled myself back a little, the wolfdragon letting me move while he held me, and wrapped my muzzle around his tip. That earned me a little sigh, then a growl as I sucked him. Looking right down his curved dick, I got to see the finale emerge. His sheath swelled, filling out to a size equal to my two fists pressed together. The knot. I reached a paw down, sliding along his slick cock, and teased back his sheath until the knot was totally free. Fenrir’s dick narrowed behind it to a relatively slim stem that was still thicker than my own cock.

I pulled off his tip with a slurping noise and finally he let me go fully. He stepped back slightly and turned to the side, thrusting his hips out and leaning back so his cock was in profile. I stared, unable to take my eyes off it. It was perfect. Every glistening ridge, the precum drooling down the upthrust curve, and the bulging bitch breaker at the base. It was definitely extra large.

Finally I looked up at the wolfdragon’s face. “Holy shit,” I said.

“How do you normally take it?” he asked.

“Uh, usually I sit on it.”

He turned and walked to the back of the room. I thought he was going to the bed, but instead he kicked off his jeans and underwear and sat down in the chair next to it. His cock stood up proudly from his lap. As I suspected, his muscled legs were covered in fur, this time fading from his gold and green back to the silver white of his muzzle by mid thigh.

He crooked a claw at me and I went like he had me tied to a string. Part of me wanted to fall to me knees and bury my head in his balls, but he grabbed my arm when I got close. Quickly he stripped my pants down to the floor. He pulled forward on my shirt and just ripped it clean off, then helped me climb onto his thighs. His quads were like bricks under my knees as I shuffled forwards. Briefly my own rock hard cock pressed against his. The smooth underside covered in pre flexed, and he thrust up against me as I pushed back into him.

Then he pulled me forward again, and his tip was pressed down, rubbing against my balls, then slipping to my taint. The wolfdragon grinned at me as his cock settled on its target. I felt the leaking warmth as small movements of his hips spread his natural assistance over my entrance. He felt enormous. The pointed tip might as well have been a battering ram, and yet I wanted it.

Without waiting for his command I pushed down. I felt myself open up. My knees were pressed into his scaly belly, and I tried to focus on the unique textures of his fur and scales as he spread me wide open. I looked down at that stomach and thought of what I’d look like moving around in there.

“When was the last time you used me?” Fenrir asked. He was leaning back, relaxed and content while I did the work. I loved the way he talked about the toy I had. It was him, in miniature. I didn’t know it, but all the times I’d used it I’d just been preparing myself for the real thing. For him.

“This afternoon,” I said breathlessly. I’d barely gotten the tip in. Not that I was really struggling yet, but being in such a sexually charged stimulation had my heart beating fast already. Sitting down a cock as thick as my arm was putting me over the edge.

“Goood boy,” he rumbled approvingly. I practically melted. I sank a little deeper. I could feel one his ridges slip into me. Those always felt so good going in and out. Now they throbbed, pressing against my hole with every pulse of his shaft. I could even feel the little bumps on the topside of his shaft pushing through, into me.

I pressed down further. I was just about at the midpoint of his shaft, the thickest part. I breathed in deep, closing my eyes to block out the sight of my dream male inches away from me with a sly grin on his wolfish expression. I relaxed my ass as best I could and pushed, feeling that thickness work its way inside me. After that, I practically fell down the last couple inches of his cock as it narrowed slightly.

Except, of course, it wasn’t really the last inches. Pressing against my ass now was Fenrir’s knot, and it was huge. For now though, I breathed out and opened my eyes. The wolfdragon smiled back at me. “I’m impressed. Didn’t take you long, even if you’ve only ever played with the large me before.”

I couldn’t help a little blush. Any praise from him was worth too much to me. “I’m sure you’ve had better.”

“My body treats everybody the same. I’m happy to put my cock into anyone that can take it.”

The subtle reference to the end of the night made me look down at his stomach again. “Do you do repeat performances?” I asked.

He leaned forward a little off the back of the chair, meeting my eyes. Slowly he ran his tongue over his lips. “Sorry little buck. Fucking is hard work, and I left the diner without dinner. You go down on my knot, and then you go down the hatch.”

I nodded slowly. “Well it was going to happen eventually. I’m just glad I got a ticket, even one way.”

“Good. Now, do you need more time to adjust? Or should I start working on getting the base in?”

“I’m ready.” I trembled as I said it, but really sitting here wasn’t going to help me prepare for that knot.

Without another word Fenrir wrapped a paw around my waist, keeping his claws gentle. His other grabbed my right antler. Then he leaned forward, pressing his body into mine as he slowly stood from the chair. I moaned and hissed alternately as the pressure and closeness worked his cock in my ass and rubbed my disk against his stomach. He walked me over to the bed, supporting me the whole time with his shaft and his paws. Gently, he laid me down on my back, but then he grabbed my calves and lifted them up, bending me into a right angle.

I closed me eyes and pressed my head back, antlers digging into the sheets. The pressure as he folded me almost in half with his cock still in me was incredible. His curved cock pressed right into my prostate, the little bumps on his shaft discernible as he worked me over. But before I got too comfortable, he pulled my legs to the right.

“Roll onto all fours,” he ordered me.

I tried to comply, but it was tough when every movement pulled on the thick shaft inside me. “It’d be easier if you pulled out,” I told him.

“Once my cock comes out of your ass I’m eating you. Tap out whenever you want - I’m not going to rape you. But those are the rules.” He said it so matter of factly, and honestly it still turned me on. Somebody was going to eat me someday. I wanted it to be this thickly muscled wolfdragon and his incredible cock. So I moaned and grimaced and rolled myself over. The wolfdragon helped, grabbing my hip and lifting my onto my knees once I got onto my side.

The whole time he never pulled back, not even an inch. Now, with me bent over on all fours, he started small thrusts, working me open with the fat shaft and its thick middle ridges. I leaked like a faucet, and it was getting worse. With me flipped over the bottom curve of his huge cock was rubbing my prostate nonstop. I kept my paws away, trying hard to focus on something, anything else besides the pleasure coursing through my body. I don’t think I made it two minutes of being fucked doggystyle before the wolfdragon fucked my first orgasm out of me.

“Good boy,” he told me again. A gentle paw reached under me and squeezed out the last few shots of my cum onto the sheets as I whimpered. “Oh, your ass is going to feel incredible squeezing around my knot.

Now that I was worked open and dazed from my first load, the wolfdragon went into high gear. Heavy slaps filled the room as his furry balls slammed into my thighs. My own nuts were drawn up high and tight, and I could feel his pulling up slowly. Claws reached out and grabbed my antlers, pulling my head and my whole body back into him. He started thrusting hard, pushing his knot against my hole. Part of me thought it would never fit. The rest of me shoved that doubt away and tried to push back against his thrusts. I let my neck lift up as he handled me. I felt myself opening up, felt that pressure increase with his urgency.

Suddenly he stopped, but not for long. He grabbed my knees and helped me shuffle forwards as he climbed onto the bed behind me. He didn’t take his cock out, even though it slipped to just the tip at one point. I clenched my ass, trying to hold him inside, and heard his chuckle. Finally we got situated again and he resumed his fucking. This time he went with slow, powerful movements that ground his knot against my entrance. I moaned ceaselessly as his curved shaft rubbed my inner depths.

One claw released my antler and a heavily muscled, scaled arm pressed into the bed near my muzzle. I felt as he leaned over me, dangerous, predatory, and very fucking sexy. My head hung low as I stared at the sheets and tried to press myself back into him. I lifted it when he rumbled at me, but the words were respectful even if the voice implied his hungers.

“You say you always ride me. Do you want to get back on top to finish me off?”

I growled back, thrusting my ass back with force. “I ride a toy because it can’t do anything else. Are you a toy, or can you fuck me through the bed?”

A snarl answered me. I felt him release my antler, and then his hips thrust forward and didn’t stop. At the same time he grabbed my right arm and yanked it forward, and collapsed on top of me. I gasped as he let his full weight settle onto me, the pressure of his fall almost forcing the knot in. I struggled to breath, and yet I swear I’d never been harder.

Again he fucks me and now I know how it ends. His hips slam forward with the weight of his massive body, a body I’m going to feed soon. His knot grinds against my hole with every thrust and I’m trying to breathe and relax, but it doesn’t matter. The wolfdragon doesn’t wait for me to relax. With a rumbling growl he shoves his knot into me and I feel my hole open and up accept it all. Fur presses against my ass and Fenrir bites into my neck, without breaking skin.

I’m cumming, spurting uselessly into the sheets for the second time, and I feel my body convulsing, squeezing the wolfdragon impaling me with his shaft. Fenrir’s snarl becomes a howl as he throbs inside me, liquid warmth filling me to the brim. I’d swear I can feel each shot of cum painting my guts white as he claims me completely.

Within seconds I’m spent and shuddering, but Fenrir takes almost a minute to finish his orgasms. Every twitch of my body prompts a pulse from his shaft, and the whole time he presses his body forcefully against me, moving his hips and grinding his cock as deep into my ass as he can get it.

Finally his spurts grow farther apart, the twitches of his dick weaker until he heaves a great sigh and settles on me. I hadn’t realized until now but he’d been holding himself rigid with orgasm, some of his weight supported by his arms. Now he really lets his full weight crush me, and yet I let out my own sigh. Its hard to breathe, but I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

For minutes we just lay there on the bed. His knot stays hard in my ass the whole time, never softening. Finally I work up the courage to ask “How long will you be tied to me?”

He doesn’t move his head from where his muzzle is stretched out in front of mine. “Maybe fifteen more minutes or so. It varies. I could maybe pull you off it in ten but honestly, I don’t feel like bothering.”

“Not interested in working for your food?”

“Why bother, when it comes so willingly?” He finally does turn his head a bit. One golden eye looks at me sideways. “Are you that eager?”

I consider that question. “I mean, I’ve thought about it. I knew it would happen eventually. It’s almost happened a few times. Little guy like me, I’m basically meant to be eaten, right?”

“Fucked and eaten,” the wolfdragon corrected. “Your ass was made to be fucked. I’m really glad I took that modeling job. It’s like you trained yourself for me.”

“I bet you say that to everybody you catch like this.” I smiled at him. “You’re much better in person.”

He rolled his eye. “If I couldn’t outfuck a silicon toy half my size I’d go get myself eaten.”

We lay there for a few more minutes. He never stopped watching me, but it was kind of endearing, laying embraced by him like this. Now I could definitely feel him softening inside me. The wolfdragon shifted his hips slightly, and I felt the looseness of the motion.

“Any questions for me?” he asked.

I was a bit surprised. “Like what?”

He managed a sort of shrug, moving his whole body atop mine. “Some guys want to know where I’m going, what I do for a living. Some people ask for more details about being digested. Some people ask for more time, like you did earlier.”

I lay there for a few moments, thinking. “Well, honestly I thought about it earlier, but it hardly matters to me. Or, it won’t matter soon.” I look back up at the single eye facing me. “Honestly, the only question I have is how you’re going to manage my antlers.”

He laughs, a full body chuckle. One arm that was wrapped possessively under me comes up to my head. “Oh that’s easy. Brace yourself.” I knew he was strong, but he snaps my antlers off with barely an effort. And it hurts, a bit. He keeps my head steady, which is really where the pain would come from. In seconds he holds my antlers to the side. “Ta-da. You come with your own toothpicks.”

I shiver beneath him. “That’s kinda hot.”

“That’s the spirit. And not a moment too soon.” He’s right, because this time, when he lifts his hips, his knot slips out. Slowly the hybrid wolfdragon gets off me, moving to stand at the edge of the bed. I roll over onto my back to look at him. He eyes me up and down, focusing on my head and the nubs there, and my own sheath, already plump and full again.

I feel naked without my antlers. More exposed and vulnerable than ever. And that’s right and good because I am vulnerable.

“Feet first I think. You were a great fuck, and you’ll be a delicious meal.” And those are his last words to me, because he gets down on his knees, grabs my ankles, and hauls my hooves into his jaws.

I haven’t really gotten a glimpse down his throat before this. Now I see it, dripping and red and hungry, waiting for me. Fenrir shovels my legs into his wolfish muzzle and swallows. I feel the slick flesh gripping me, pulsing with his heartbeat. He swallows again as he grabs my thighs and pulls. This massive nine foot tall wolfdragon is devouring me whole and alive and I love it. My cock is out of its sheath, and for the first time tonight I grab it and start stroking myself, fast.

A glint in Fenrir’s eyes is the only approval I get, but its enough. He grabs my waist and pulls, lifting my ass over those sharp teeth. My crotch is in his mouth, but he keeps his jaws open wide enough to let my arm keep pumping my dick. Another swallow, audible in his open mouth as his throat grips my calves and pulls me in.

Fenrir stands, holding my back and my head up, lifting his own head. I slip down his tongue, which is running across my back and tasting me, every inch of me. My thighs enter the hungry wolfdragon’s gullet and here he stops. My arm is moving, I’m trying to thrust my hips into my paw. My head is almost in his muzzle and he waits while I throw my head back and cry out. Jets of my cum shoot out over his palate and down his throat. He swallows while I’m mid orgasm. I watch my cock disappear into his throat, saliva and smooth muscle wrapping around my shaft and milking me as Fenrir gulps again. His paws shovel me into his maw as he hungrily devours me. I’m still moaning and throbbing and cumming in his throat as his jaws slam shut and my head slips down inside him.

I’m not sure when I finish cumming, but my third orgasm of the day, even from being eaten, can’t compare to the load he fucked out of me on the bed. As I curl up inside Fenrir’s stomach though, I’m glad I got one last load out. Its not like I’ll get anymore. I’m happy it happened like this. Fucked and eaten by such an impressive male… Could it get better than this?