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Today in Dan the Slayer Magazine volume 34 : ‘How I met my Dragon husband!’

“_Uh… No traps. No ambushes. Maria would be mad I was right.”

I remember exactly saying that when I imagined Maria, the little Elf Mage, in our party. She was soooo pissed when she saw a quest on the adventurer board with my name on it. She raged on, telling me it was a trap, and that was that. I knew it wasn’t a trap. I mean, who would attempt to ambush me? Idiots? Idiots don’t know how to read; that’s why I was the wisest of us all._

Plus, it was a piss-easy quest. Get the paper. Bring it to the counter. Get it stamped on. Then go to the city’s tunnels John told me not to go there alone. Was I afraid? Pfhhr, no. I went there, had a few chats with people in coats, probably mages. They were a tiny bit handsy, but you know me. I knew how to tell them to stop nagging _a grand adventurer like me. Then, with that paper in hand, I presented it to the ‘grand alchemist’.

I never heard of him before. But he had the potion I needed, gave it to me… And here I am._

“Here… You are. … Wait? Who are you?”

“I am the Adventurer who shall conquer that dungeon. So, please, go away. It’s not for you. But me,” I say, my voice heavy as I wave that paper. I got invited to it, not that band of scrawny adventurers with their backpacks, tents, and all their gear for exploration.

“You can’t be serious. The local Lord sent us because of that dungeon! It appeared basically yesterday! And you got a quest for it?”

“Hunhun. Don’t try to use Numar’s name. That’s my dungeon. So… Piss off. I have a meet with destiny!”

I even wave my hand towards them like Maria usually does with servants. They’re not as important as I. They can pout, frown, talk to themselves, but they must know I’m telling the truth and they are not.

“Fine. Get inside. But if after two days you’re not-“

“Hah! After two days, I’ll be out covered in gold! See you later, losers!”

Oh yes. I can hear them raging behind me.

But does it matter? Not at all. I mean, the cavern’s entrance is locked behind me, and it is time for me to explore. I observe all the details like Lyonel does. I watch for traps like John does. And like Maria, I have a map. Well, I don’t draw as well as her, but… It is great.

There is a looooong corridor, and maybe I shouldn’t twist it? I mean, I’ve been practically moving forward for… Uh.

Five minutes.

Oh yes! Five minutes. It has been five minutes, but I’m already at the end of my map. Uh. I will think about it later.

But first. My treasure!

My glory!

My chance! And-

“My Dragon?”

I did not expect anything like that. Well. I expected a pile of gold with a few skeletons. I expected an enigma that only my superior intellect could fix. I expected… Dunno. A big statue of gold with big rubies for eyes. But instead…

Uh. I got a lair? Big. Large. With a waterfall in the back, a little thicket. It is even furnished, me-sized and dragon-sized. It has a bathtub! And a firepit! And a kitchen! And a larder! And a library, urgh… But wait, an armory!

It has so much. And a Dragon! Big! Strong! Powerful! On two legs! But with wings! And naked! And damn, nice cock!

Thank you so much for the compliment.

You’re welcome! I love the white scales by the way.

Oh, thank you. I used a dyeing spell, so they’re just like your hair.

Ohhhh! That explains a lot! But why are you speaking in my head?

“Sorry. Let’s not use telepathy again. It might be a bit confusing.”

“Confusing?”

I stare at the Dragon, watching his smile as he waves his hand and something vanishes. Then, he approaches, easily four heads taller than me, and evidently hung. And naked… And then he’s bending forward to look at me. I-

“You’re just like how I saw you in the crystal! You’re just perfect! Dan the Slayer!”

“Aw! Thanks! You know, I have an elf friend who wouldn’t say that, but I’m sure she thinks the same. But I don’t know you. Have we met before?”

Nope. He doesn’t answer directly. But he signals me to follow, and so I do, stepping around, avoiding the large stones that block my path… And climb up on a table with a crystal ball on it. One the Dragon rubs and smiles at.

“My name is Drughal. But you can call me Dru’.”

“Nice to meet you, Dru’. But… Have we met oooor?”

“No, we haven’t! Alas!” cries the Dragon, one hand to his face like those guys crying in the theaters. “I am but a mere Dragon, forced to stay afar from human civilization so we won’t destroy it. But I’ve heard of your tales! I heard how you slew the derelict lich.”

“That was easy, though.”

“How you managed to outdo the Black Tyrant!”

“Oh yes, piece of cake.”

“You dismembered the Dismemberer!”

“That was fun.”

“You destroyed the Destroyers!”

“They were not that big!”

“And you shared your bed with the Horned Knight!”

“Wait? How do you know that?”

“And the Bloodfang pack!”

“That’s Maria. It gotta be Maria.”

“No! No! I got it all from the Slayer magazine!”

“A… Magazine?”

I blink, and in the next instant, Drughal hands me… A stack of soft paper with my face on it. Me when I slew the Black Tyrant, killed the Dismemberer, and all… And then, some scenes with me having a moment with the Werewolves, Minotaurs, and a few more.

All good moments that left my ass extra sore and my legs weak.

“I’m a huge fan, Dan the Slayer!” even adds the Dragon, his hands joined and placed against his chest. “Would you sign them for me? Especially the Horned Knight volume? It was my favorite. You choked on such a big dick, your expression was so sexy at that moment!”

“Errh… Yes? Do you have something I can sign with?”

“Here!” he shouts, summoning a pen with which I sign his ‘magazine’ before handing it back to him… Though he keeps eyeing me, excited like a little kid.

“Is there a problem?”

“No! No! Not at all! It’s just! I’m so happy to see my favorite adventurer,” says Dru’, ventilating himself with his paw while laughing. “I… I… I am just glad that all the money spent on setting up this quest was worth it. Oh, this meet. Hehe. Do- Do you want some tea?”

“Tea? No. It’s for pointy ears and priss- Wait. Is that a setup? You plan to trap me?”

“Wait? What? Noooo! Pshhh!” says the Dragon, summoning a cup of tea. “I just wanted to meet you! And… Maybe. Have a moment with my favorite adventurer? Maybe…. I could… Have… A chance?”

All the time, I see Drughal’s tail swaying and his little finger tapping against the teacup while he tiptoes around. His gray scales are redder around his face. And indeed, I can see his cock throbbing and tensing between his scaly legs. More so when his eyes focus on me like he’s casting a spell and reading my mind and-

“Are you asking me out?”

“YES! No! Yes! I mean, yes! No! I mean! Don’t think I’m a creep who set up a quest solely to meet you! I am nice! Very nice! Please! Say yes!”

“Weeeeeell.”

Truth be told. It wouldn’t be the worst thing I’ve done. I mean, when I got fucked by the werewolves, it was on me for rubbing some perfumes on my ass, thinking it would help with the soreness. It didn’t work, but boy, was that a night.

“Nyeee! I didn’t know about that detail! I’ll note it in my diary!” shouts Drughal, his tail wagging. And his cock is throbbing even harder. I mean, it just looks like mine. It isn’t as wide as a Minotaur’s. But boy, is he packing. That uncut cock is massive and kinda… tasty. That precum looks slick. Plus, he smells the right kind of musky, with hints of shaved wood and a flowery scent. It is all nice. A bit tempting. Plus…

“You really like me, don’t you?”

“Yes!”

“If we fuck. Nobody knows?”

“I don’t know. I mean, there is someone who made a magazine in your name and seems to know about what you do, and… No. I’ll never tell anyone.”

“Good! That’s all I need to hear!”

I clap my hands and rip my clothes off. Maria can rant about it, but it’s leather, and I know how to repair it. Plus… Sucking a Dragon off? First good thing that has happened to me in the last few weeks.

Most brothels refuse barbarians. But a big Dragon like that guy? It’s prime meat for me.

I jump off the table, and Drughal joins in, lying down, opening his legs like a little puppy. He frowns. But it’s fine. He has a good dick…. With a hefty pair of balls.

Climbing up his lap takes some effort in steadying myself. And yet. Here I have my reward with that musky scent that tickles my nose. It is heavy; it is heady. But I love it. Such a scent, such a masculine scent, shows it is not a male to be trifled with.

It comes from those slightly sweaty and low-hanging testicles. It emanates from that steamy shaft as it ascends, the foreskin steadily peeled off by the blood rushing in. My heart beats faster, my throat fills with saliva. But… I want it.

“Please. Be gentle,” says Drughal, shy. But I… I want more. Much more.

My lips are thirsty. My mind is apace. And here is his cock, the tip unveiled by the foreskin. Precum glistens on the purple flesh. It is like those purple statues in the temple, polished. And yet, it is not dry and polished. But raw, sticky, musky.

When I touch it, I can feel the strands sticking to my fingers. And when I kiss it? Oh, it is good. It fizzles on my tongue; it makes me hungrier. And the salty taste, the tart touch, the dense precum? I swallow. I swallow more. And more. And more.

I gulp it down while my erection rubs against his. I gulp it while I open my arms to embrace that cock within before I approach my face to the tip… And press my beard against it.

Oh, I can already hear Maria commenting about the mess I’m making. But why would I stop it? It smells good, tastes good, and is good.

“This is that good?”

“Oh, it is, Dragon. That sumptuous taste is like ale. Although I am curious why you have it all… Outside.”

“You-“ he begins to stammer, even though I am returning to his cock, to licking that swollen tip. My tongue even titillates underneath the swollen corona, narrowing the frenum, to get a heftier sample of precum. And then… “Well. It is something I inherited. Much like my interest in humans.”

A scoff, and I see Drughal turning his eyes away. Ashamed? Surprised?

“But… Thank you for appreciating it.”

“Appreciating it? It is almost perfect. The girth, the foreskin. Look, when I push there, your tip slightly bends, and here comes that tasty precum. You don’t have that… Texture everywhere.”

“No?”

“Not at all. Werewolves end too thin, and the closest would be the Minotaurs with a flare. But a cocktip like yours? It is known territory and one I appreciate, Dragon.”

I even chuckle to add to this, admiring what looks like a gray Dragon getting all flushed and flustered at my comments. I never had the chance to have a proper discussion with one, except for circumstances with the team. But here? Oh. I have him all for myself.

I watch him tremble under my touch, moan when I squeeze his cock with my arms, even hide his face when his precum lands over my face and head.

I could do more, but I bent over as I am, so I’m not stepping on his balls. It is a bit hard to do more. But the effort is all the more rewarding when I can feel that tension growing in that cock, that heartbeat going faster… Oh, and those throbs are getting all the more intense.

“If you want, you can… Step on my balls. So you can be closer,” says Drughal, gulping.

“Nonsense. I can do without!”

Sure enough, I can get him closer to an orgasm without any artifice. I mean, his cock is right there by my arms. It is already tense, hard, stiff, and spurting precum left and right. It is practically about to burst. Why would I- Wait. Is he?

“Are you rereading my mind?”

“… Sorry.”

“Idiot.”

“Hey!”

“Don’t be an idiot and lift me, then.”

“I. Fine. Why, though?”

“If you can read my mind. You can see what I have in mind, no?”

“You are so busy thinking about what I say. I cannot read anything else.”

“Fine. Then hear me: that tongue is so vast. It lolls out, purple like your cock. It glistens with your saliva. And whenever I see it move, prehensile as it is, I want it. I want it in my hole. It must be warm and intense inside it, rubbing against my inner walls. It must be such an experience to have it wiggling within me, stretching my guts-

“I- I get it! Stop teasing me, or I’ll cum!”

“Then do it, you dolt.”

Drughal huffs. But I see his smile while he is side-eyeing me.

And then, I have his tongue forcefully invade my mouth. Wide, covered with saliva, sticky, it is a mouthful that’s forced into my lips.

Even with the end that’s thinner than the base, I still gargle and choke on it until, with a chuckle, the Dragon pulls back, but not without leaving my face covered with spit and me a bit dazed as he eases his grip.

“Indeed. It tastes good enough,” admits the Dragon, laughing to himself.

“I t- I thought it, now… Put me down. And please me, would you?”

Sure enough, and as gentle as a massive Dragon lying down could do, I am put down. My wobbly legs are not giving up… And in a way, I am almost happy I had a taste of that tongue. Almost giddy even when I drop on all fours right by his head. Not exactly, since I’ve put a hand on my left buttcheeks to spread it.

But how could I not do so? I have to show my puckered hole, make that Dragon crave for it.

“How tempting it is. Did you clean yourself for me?”

“I am always prepared, in case I must use my charms.”

“If I didn’t know you better, I’d assume you’re a bard and not a barbarian.”

I laugh. But indeed it is true.

I took more dicks than many a bard and often no-humans. However, this time, it was not a mere oversized monster. It is a Dragon. A hungry, powerful, and yearning Dragon who certainly had been waiting for this since his tongue is eagerly dancing upon my buttcheeks. It strokes them, squeezes them. And more than that, that prehensile thin tip is constantly poking at my testicles.

I can feel it searching for my stiff cock pressed against my belly, and then giving it a stroke before…. Before, with a huff, I sense the tongue shifting its posture. Its slithering motion goes between my thighs, on the inside, then in the space between my balls and thighs… Right before it is back on my cleaned and prepared hole before it… penetrates me.

I have been taken before by monsters. But that tongue is just as big as theirs, and I cry. I cry. Tremble. Moan. Almost drop. My groin is afire, and I feel like my orgasm is coming close.

How could it not be when there is something as thick as my arm stuffing my guts?

It twists, it rolls, it coils. It pushes everywhere it can, and I am almost breathless. I can’t breathe. I can’t say a word. I can’t beg. I can’t do anything.

My fingers dig so hard they’re bleeding warm. But I… Don’t want it to stop.

That tongue. That tongue is so massive and godly and dexterous. Even in brothels, you can’t find such touch. And yet, here it is with Drughal moaning and slurping behind me, his thin scaly lips sucking on my orifice and his tongue, while I feel my guts dig in.

It is like a kiss. But never before have I been French-kissed in the behind. And… never before have I felt like I’m edging toward such an orgasm without touching myself.

I wheeze, tremble. Even my arms fall under me, letting me face plant.

But the pain, the numbing warmth, is not enough to make it stop. To make me want it to stop.

My cock is so stiff. So so stiff. I can feel my precum spurting all over my belly.

I can feel my balls pulled closer. Oh, and I can feel my asshole tensing, trying to close down on that tongue that pushes further and further. My breath is quick, my face red. I’m-

It… It is moving away, slipping away. It leaves me. Panting. Dripping. Needy.

“M-More,” I croak.

“I have more,” answers Drughal with a huff.

And in a thunderous shock, I am in his shadow. Under him.

His belly is warm even if it doesn’t touch me. I could raise one hand to touch and stroke that soft belly. But then, I can feel it: big, mushroom-shaped, just as needy and hard as I am. His cock. Though the sheer organ is almost wider than my hips and far more threatening than any partner I’ve had. Even a Minotaur’s cock looks like a pricklet in comparison as I gaze upon that shaft. It is delivering a steady stream of fluids upon my buttcheeks and hairy back.

“More? That… That’s more than that. You’ll split me in half like a gnome bitch!”

“Isn’t what you said to the Horned Knight? To split you in half?”

I gulp.

“Yes. But he knew it wouldn’t be the same. I am enduring but this.”

“This is possible. You drank a potion before coming here, didn’t you?”

I nod. Breathless. The potion I was tasked to get before coming.

“Good.”

His cooing is akin to a rumbling in the cave. Clearly, it is genuine.

Even when his tongue lolls out again to stroke my jaw and cheeks, he is not like a predator. He is… needy. How long since he has fucked someone? Since he has had a mate?

His weight presses against my back as he lowers himself, his breathing just as ragged as mine. He trembles, he huffs, he moans. And just like him, I voice my discomfort, pain and pleasure, at feeling his shaft that’s so big and powerful, pressing against my asshole.

It shouldn’t go inside. It cannot go inside. It is so massive, it’ll split me apart. It’ll ruin my guts. It’ll stretch me and break me. It’ll kill me.

But… No.

It slips. It advances. My legs feel somehow wobbly and weak before I can tell my lower body is lifted, and my legs are limping against the ground. I can’t feel them. But at the same time, I can’t feel any pain. Only… Only that skyrocketing pleasure as it hits my love spot.

I cry. I tear up. But it is something else. Something so powerful, so intense.

“I told you the potion would help.”

To help? Oh, it does.

With one hand on my belly, I can feel how that cock is bulging through. It shouldn’t be possible, but I can even sense the throb through my skin, touch and stroke the corona… Oh, and even count the veins.

I can feel everything as Drughal’s cock pushes deeper within me, making me his. Branding my innards with the shape of his cock. I huff, I moan… I’m sure I came, too. However, it feels like I’m not done yet.

“What’s in that… Potion?”

“Aphrodisiac. A few muscle relaxants. Something for your bones and guts. And one rare drug to help with fertility.”

“Fertility… I am already-HRMPH!”

My world explodes.

Whatever he has done, it makes my world explode. My fingers dig into the ground. My mouth opens. My tongue lolls out. My cock explodes with cum. My eyes roll.

And then, I return.

“Oh. You liked it when I squeezed your prostate like that?”

I gargle. My tongue is sticking to the roof of my mouth and swollen, like it’s three times bigger than usual. I can’t say a thing. And what can I say?

My hole, my body is speaking for me. I came. I came so hard everything went blank. And even now, I can feel my asshole desperately clenching and massaging that hard cock that has crushed my guts.

I am even discovering parts of me, parts of my innards, I didn’t know existed. That prostate it called? It is like a mage had lit a fireball and let it out in my groin.

Breathing? It is so hard. And focusing?

“Blargh.”

“Yes. I know. That’s… A bit much. But don’t worry. I’ll breed you properly this first time. You’ll be a fantastic mother.”

“Grglg-“

“Yes. You’re right,” nods Drughal, chuffed.

Chuffed as he holds me with one large hand, his claws narrowly digging into my chest, while he thrusts within again. Under him, I am rocked. My body sways under his thrusts that do not hurt but send me spiraling down into pleasure. I spit, I flail, and I certainly cum. But he is not done.

Not when his huffing and gruffing breath grows louder and resonates in the cave.

He is so big. So massive. And it feels so great to be stuffed by that musky, drippy cock.

So great to have my prostate crushed that way, to have my body twisted and reshaped to be like a gnome bitch impaled on a minotaur’s cock.

The sole issue is… Is this normal I can taste cum in my mouth?

“Fu-Grblg”

-

“We still haven’t decided, Drudan or Dandru.”

“Certainly not. It’ll be Astron,” I huff back, smacking one of the many fingers rushing to rub my guts. I can hardly stop Drughal from having his hand rushing to massage my swollen-red taut belly, poke at my popped-out belly button… Or to stroke my engorged chest, something he has been fond of, recently.

Our first breeding happened… What? A few months ago? Practically nine?

In that short time, I cut ties with my previous group. All that adventuring would be bad for the eggs. I cut ties with the adventurer guild since they nagged us. We got married, exchanged wedding bands, though Drughal decided to have a cockring instead. We had our honeymoon. We explored the world together, flying me from the western fringes to the eastern wastes.

But as everything… All fun must end.

And here comes the pain, the pressure, the tension as I feel my asshole clenching and my inner walls tensing.

“Fuck… They’re… They’re coming,” I shout, feeling Drughal shifting under me.

“Wait? R-Really? What should I do? Hot water? Cold water? Towel? Belly rubs? Shoulders?”

“Shu-t up!” I cry, hissing as I feel my guts getting already stretched in advance, my sphincter gaping from the contractions. “Use… Use your telekinesis to help!”

“Oh! Telekinesis! Right! It’s-! It’s a better idea than my finger.”

Drughal blurts out, and on another occasion, I would’ve laughed. However, I only smack that dumb muzzle while he starts to wag his finger.

His eggs, our eggs, are so numerous. I’ve counted at least six of them, though most dragons only bear four. Six eggs, more than anything expected. More than enough to have him coo and cover me with affection.

Right now, there are six eggs I can feel rolling forward and back whenever my guts try to squeeze them out. I feel them, oblong with a soft shell, trying to advance only to smack back together whenever the pressure eases.

And I cry. I cry louder, my voice almost going up one octave as I sense my sphincter burn like a fire and then… Something enters me. Cold. Without any throbbing, without any life.

But it is there. Fingers.

A Mage’s hand. Not telekinesis. But it is enough as I sigh with relief when I feel that first egg being carefully grabbed and pulled. I can feel the weight on my gut shift, then making me hiss as it is another part of me that’s crushed. But then… As the egg rolls on my prostate, I… Explode. I cum. I spurt all over my husband’s belly while my eyes roll and he laughs.

And laughs when he summons another mage hand, one to milk me of another ejaculation, of more pleasure, while the other is certainly working on pulling the eggs.

The contractions remain, steady, in rhythm… Without a break. They leave me breathless when it is not his massaging and teasing. And then… As I feel another orgasm, another shot coming free…. I sense it, the lack of weight.

Down, I can see the six eggs nestled in a levitating basket, all of them glistening with lubricant and some of my fluids. All six are already warm and shaking weakly.

So focused on them, I do not even notice when Drughal’s fingers approach and offer me something white and sweet to taste. Milk… Milk he collects again from my erect and red nipples.

“Am I lactating? S-Shit.”

“You are. I didn’t know cumming made you lactate. But it did. And it tastes good.”

I look down. At my breasts, at my deflated belly covered with stretch marks. Then at the eggs. And then back at Drughal, watching that oversized muzzle nuzzling me.

“Dru? … Can we have more?”

“I knew you’d make a wonderful mother.”