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The following story was written by myself and my wonderful pet :iconAtlas86:

It contains sex between a human woman and a large feral dragon, and oral vore.

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The bright morning light filtered in through the gap in the curtains, illuminating the bed in which the Princess of Elduras, Elizabeth Penwarren, stirred. A single eye opened slightly, briefly acknowledging the beam crossing the breadth of her bed, before closing it again and stretching her legs out with a gentle yawn.

“Overslept again, Ellie?”

Her lips slowly curled into a smile as the voice of her dragon companion, a red-scaled beast by the name of Talurin, washed over her ears.

“Give me a break,” she huffed, snuggling her sheets a little deeper, “those birthday celebrations were too much.” A small chuckle could be heard from across the room, the low rumbling that indicated an amused dragon. With a sigh the young woman shuffled back until she was sitting upright, her back against the headboard. From there she fixed her lifelong companion with a stern gaze, trying to look somewhat more authoritative than she was capable of.

“I’m eighteen now,” she told him sternly, “you can’t chuckle at your Princess like that.” He met her gaze with a sparkle in his eye, before his chuckling only returned with greater mirth. She pouted playfully, and he got to his feet, stepping down off the carpeted slab he used for a bed. The reptilian male had watched over her since she was a mere child, and despite their differences, he had never once failed in his role.

“Unfortunately for you Lizzy, I neither have to use your title, nor your full name,” he responded with a smirk, licking his lips with a long, flexible tongue. “I do hope your father has breakfast ready for me, I’m starving.” The Princess scowled, and slipped out of the sheets to grab a robe.

“You’re lucky you’re a dragon,” she huffed, tossing the warm robe around her body, “otherwise I’d have you brought before the courts for... being a little shit.” His eyes glistened as the smirk on his features only grew more pronounced.

“That’s a naughty word for a... young and inexperienced Queen-to-be,” he responded nonchalantly, and she looked away from him with a huff. She walked over to where he stood, reaching out with a hand and gently rubbing the side of his jaw. He was taller than her, nearing the size of an elephant in height, but he’d never once made any move to cause her harm, or otherwise threaten her safety. Rumors in the Kingdom of the Princess’ ferocious pet dragon were mostly exaggerated, but it did help stave off a few would-be troublemakers here and there.

“Well, this young and inexperienced Princess needs a bath, and thinks her old and decrepit lizard should take one as well. You’re starting to smell.” She matched his smirk, turning her back to him and heading over to the grand bathroom that joined to her private chamber. It had been specially crafted to fit a dragon of his size, and despite her taunting she heard the distinct click of claws on stone as he followed along behind her.

She had been with the dragon for so long that she no longer cared about disrobing in front of him, and so with little hesitation she slipped off her nightgown and let the silken garb fall to the floor. Talurin couldn’t help but stare at his young charge, who he had watched grow from a baby into the beautiful woman she was now. Her perfect skin just seemed to flow across her lithe form as she stepped into the wide tub, barely making a sound as she slipped into the water and settled onto the seat built into the far side of the deep stone basin.

“Are you coming, or are you just going to stand there?” she asked, reaching down the wall to where an assortment of luxuriously-scented soaps rested. She took a bar, deeply scented of lilac, and began to draw it across her arms while the dragon carefully stepped into the tub across from her. In comparison to her effortless entrance to the water, his huge body sent a vast wave cascading out of the tub and splashing onto the floor. A drain in the center of the room collected all of the loose water, but Elizabeth frowned at him as he water level fell significantly.

“I told you not to fill the tub so much, and this wouldn’t happen,” he said, grinning at her as he settled comfortably on his side. The size of her tub was reduce greatly by the presence of her dragon protector, and if she reached out in any direction she would find scales to rub her fingers against. Him being so close to her had long since stopped being terrifying, and now she treated him no differently to how he would treat a large dog.

“I should probably just get you your own tub. I’m a woman now, I shouldn’t be bathing with a dragon,” she replied. “Especially a male one.”

“You’re the one who invited me in,” he reminded her slyly, and teased her side with his tail tip. “You said I smell, remember? Male dragons are always going to smell; we’re the pinnacle of masculinity. If you don’t want that clinging to you, then perhaps you should look for a new bodyguard.”

“My image is more important to me than your musky stench,” she remarked. “The people love the Princess and her Dragon, and that will nicely transition into the Queen and her Dragon in a short while. Perhaps you could just learn to use some soaps, instead of soaking in the bathwater.”

“I have no taste for things like that,” he said, and rolled onto his back against the wall. Some more of the warm bath water splashed out onto the floor as he sprawled out across the tub, tucking his wings into his sides while giving a somewhat relaxed grunt. “Why don’t you pick a soap that you like and make your dragon smell however you want? Nothing too fruity though, please.” Elizabeth gave him a condescending stare, but her eyes flicked over to the assortment of soaps and cloths all the same.

“I thought dragons were supposed to be self-sufficient,” she teased, “why would you need someone else to tend to your scales.” Nevertheless, she took a hold of a bar of somewhat simple soap and one of the fresh cloths. Despite her words, she rather liked his scent. It had surrounded her for her entire life, comforting and familiar.

“Most dragons don’t live in a castle with a Princess,” he responded flatly, “despite what the tales might lead many to believe. Do I not hold a special enough place in your heart to warrant the occasional scrubbing?” He chuckled, and despite his humour, the young woman did feel slightly sympathetic. Living in the castle with her, he likely did not get the kind of freedoms a dragon of the wilds would enjoy. Sliding over to his side, she took the soap and rubbed it against the cloth, creating a nice lather that she could use to better cover his sizeable body.

Satisfied with the suds, she reached out and took his leathery left wing and began to wipe across the entire surface in broad strokes. It was the easiest part, a large smooth area once he stretched it out. She’d always loved her dragon’s wings, like a rich leather yet with visible membranes beneath the surface. Even after all this time together, it was difficult not to be impressed by a dragon. They were an entirely different class of being, something made of real power that couldn’t be faked or imitated. Her power came from her status and position as royalty, and yet she always felt that paled in comparison to the raw, natural power that such creatures exuded by simply existing.

Her fingers worked the cloth across those ruby-red scales, taking her time to work down his sides and legs, before returning to his lowered head so she could scrub at his chin and neck. It was fairly tiring work, as she had quite a bit of surface area to cover and only a cloth to do it with, but she didn’t complain. It was an honour to even be able to say she was friends with a dragon.

“You’re quite good at that,” he rumbled appreciatively, “perhaps I should recommend to your father that you’d make a good addition to the castle cleaning staff.” A soapy cloth slapped against his jaw, and his chuckle only increased in volume.

“Don’t be wasting your good cloth, Princess,” he teased, feeling it slide from his face and back into her hands. He shifted back a little, sloshing the water about in the tub as he sprawled out onto his back properly, resting his neck against the edge of the tub while gazing down at her. “You still have to do my underbelly.”

“You’re insufferable,” Elizabeth huffed, but her eyes shone with amusement as she reapplied the soap, looking over the rest of him with satisfaction. His scales were already shiny and clean everywhere she had attended to, even if his scent hadn’t diminished.

“Come now. If you wash me, I’ll give you a bath too,” he replied with a wink, his grin only widening as she glowered up at him.

“You will do no such thing,” she shot back. “You dragons have no concept of hygiene. I won’t have your slimy, stinking tongue anywhere near my body. It’s disgusting.”

“Still just a little brat,” he chuckled, rolling a little to adjust how the stalks of his wings pressed into the wall of the tub. Elizabeth had to stop and put her hands in front of her face as water splashed out from under him. “A female dragon would never complain about a well-washed dragon’s hide. Maybe the sons of the noblemen would like you better I gave you a tongue-bath.”

“They like me too much as it,” she retorted, and brought her hands back to his body after he had settled. “Now stop squirming, or I won’t finish washing you.”

“Another good thing about tongue-baths is that you can just do them in bed,” he grunted, moving his neck along the stone tub wall.

She ignored him, and focused on running her soapy cloth back and forth across his underbelly. She could feel the powerful definition of his chest under her fingers, shifting and twitching under her touch with minute movements. It was times like this, when she touched him, that she remembered just how powerful a creature he was. He was her friend, but had things been different, he could have tormented her and her people endlessly. If it weren’t for her Father’s charisma and diplomacy, she would have only met her best friend if he had kidnapped her from her tower.

His body vibrated with a rumble of pleasure as she moved her hands down to his expansive stomach. The plates of scales here were softer than around his muscular chest, so his broad gut could expand to accommodate his meals. That was how he had explained it to her, anyway; he made a point of never letting her watch him eat. He ate alone in his room, and had always told her when she asked about it that it was an unsightly thing that little girls shouldn’t have to see. No matter how old she got, his reason never changed, which only made her wonder more and more about what he was doing down there.

“You should rub my belly more often,” he muttered, almost purring with delight.

“You should have just been born a dog,” she giggled, and moved a hand off of her cloth to place it against his bare scales. She used a bit of pressure as she rubbed back and forth across his gut, feeling the soft scales and stomach muscles underneath mold to the shape of her hand. “You would be just as happy, and much easier to take care of.”

“I’m very happy as a dragon, thank you,” he replied with a smile. “I’d rather you curl up against my chest than me curling up on your lap. It’s much more comfortable to hold you in my arms, and much more effective if anyone should try to attack you.”

“I suppose you’re right,” she conceded, and ran her hand down the final plate of his stomach. She hesitated for a moment at his waist, wondering what she should do, before pulling her cleaning cloth upwards and beginning on the outside scales that ran down his thigh.

He watched her with interest as she scrubbed the part of his thigh that was exposed above the water. Every now and then she would dip the cloth back into the water and continue to rub after a new coat of soap was applied. The deep, ruby-red shine was something he enjoyed seeing upon his own hide, something only the Princess could bring out of him with her special soaps.

“Alrighty, I think that's everything,” she said cheerfully, placing the cloth on the side of the bath before sliding back into the water in front of him. A small huff escaped his maw, and she looked up at him critically.

“What are you going to complain about this time?” she inquired teasingly. He looked down at her and chuckled, ruffling his wet wings.

“That's hardly going to change my scent much,” he informed her, a small smirk tugging at the edges of his maw, “most of a dragon’s odor comes from harder-to-reach places.” She looked at him for a moment with confusion, before it began to dawn on her.

“Talurin!” she exclaimed, “what exactly are you suggesting I clean?” He looked away, but the smirk was still clearly painted on the size of his amused muzzle.

“Hardly suggesting anything at all, Princess,” he replied stoically, “merely that dragons do not stink on their backs, bellies or wings.” She narrowed her eyes, crossing her arms as she stared him down. He had never ventured into these kinds of jokes before, but her defiant nature drove her onward.

“Well then,” she inquired quietly, “since you're so knowledgeable, where do I need to apply my soap?” She fixed him with a firm stare, and yet he did not falter.

“Between my legs, Liz,” he replied in a low rumble, sending a small shiver down her spine. He turned his head back and looked at her, his eyes somewhat different than before. She hesitated, unsure if she was reading more into the situation than she should have. Now, alone in the bath with a dragon, she felt somewhat cautious.

“Very well,” she responded, picking up the cloth once more and rubbing the bar of soap across the surface to produce a lather. Even she wasn't quite sure what she was doing as she moved in closer, her royal fingers clasping the soapy fabric.

“Ellie...” Talurin muttered, looking down at her as she stood in front of him in the water.

“I know,” she replied, his eyes widening a little at her words. She looked up at him, the strong beast that had watched over her since she was a mere child, had stayed by her side for year after year.

“Don't ruin it,” she told him in a gentle voice, her fingertips beneath the rippling water’s surface pressing into a silky texture she had never felt the equal to. The dragon’s heavy breath caught as those tender digits brushed over the side of his left orb, before sliding underneath to ever-so-gently cup it in her palm.

He opened his jaw to speak, or tell her off, but instead he simply licked his lips. Years of repressed lust in her care bubbled to the surface, and a small line of saliva ran down from the corner of his jaw. Elizabeth barely noticed, her entire attention focused on what lay beneath the surface. She was crossing a line that she could not return from, and as her pounding heart stabilised she tried to make sense of her desires.

“B... Big...” she muttered, a heated blush crossing her face as she held one of her protector’s testicles in her hand. The skin was loose and as soft as silk, yet within was a grapefruit-sized orb that radiated heat, even under water.

“Liz...” he huffed, his body tingling with the beginnings of pleasure and lust. Her fingers felt so good on him, better than he had ever imagined. He always thought that those slender little digits would be great for massaging his most delicate areas, but he never would have imagined it would be this good. He closed his eyes and relaxed while she rubbed across the firm surface of his testicle, keeping the supple skin taut and cleaning the spaces where it normally wrinkled. Her palm molded to the round shape of his orb, cupping it and stimulating an entire side of it all at once. However, when Talurin next opened his eyes, he could see her cleaning cloth floating away towards the edge of the tub while the touch on his balls never ceased. Elizabeth was blushing a deep, rosy shade, and while it wouldn’t have been visible above his ruby scales, he could feel some heat blooming in his cheeks as well. “You...You dropped your cloth.”

“I thought the fibres might have been too coarse. I know that men are sensitive down there,” she replied, refusing to meet his eye while she was still holding onto his orbs. She just looked into the water, where the flickering reflection of the light partially obscured what she was doing beneath the surface. She ever-so-gently let one testicle rest upon the dragon’s thigh while she moved to the other one, giving it the same treatment she gave the first. Very briefly the thought passed through her head that she should get some soap, but she didn’t want to pull away quite yet. She feared if those heavy orbs left her grip, she might come to her senses and not reach for them again.

“Y-You’re really good at this,” Talurin breathed, his claws tensing sporadically against the tub wall, and his tail tip twitching back and forth. “Are you sure you haven’t been practicing somewhere for this?”

“I told you not to ruin it,” she huffed, cupping his testicle between her two hands. One palm covered the front while the other supported its weight from behind, and she rubbed in slow circles that opposed the other’s direction. For the first time the dragon audibly whined, his spine arching slightly as a spark of pleasure shot through him.

“They’re probably clean now, Ellie,” he panted, doing everything he could to ignore and reduce the demanding throb between his legs. “I was just teasing you before. You can stop now. I’m sure I smell fine, like a fresh field of flowers.”

“You were the one who wanted me to do this,” she reminded him, but feeling just as bashful as he was. She had no idea how they were taking this so far, but neither of them felt like they wanted to be the one to stop it. Gingerly, she took her fingers away from the dragon’s heavy ballsack. His entire body suddenly tensed as her digits slid with agonizing slowness across the front of his scrotum, and gently wrapped around the sheath that lay flopped against his body above it. “I think I missed a little spot right here.”

A hiss escaped Talurin’s throat as the girl he had looked after his entire life touched him in an entirely inappropriate way.

“Liz!” he huffed, “you shouldn't be...” Her touch was like nothing he had experienced before, so delicate and light.

“Shouldn't be what? Holding your sheath in my hand?” She responded critically.

“Y... Yeah...” He replied, looking into her eyes. “I'm a dragon, Liz...” She let go of his flesh, and returned his gaze.

“I don't want this to be awkward... even if it already is,” she told him in a quiet voice. ‘If... if you promise not to tell my father, then... then I want to... to be with you.” His eyes widened, but he couldn't deny himself.

“Liz... are you sure you're not just feeling a bit excited, without a boyfriend in your life...” he asked with concern, and she stood up in the bath, breasts bouncing slightly with the motion.

“Tal,” she stated bluntly, “I am not a little girl anymore. I know what sex is. I know what it means. I know how it would be looked upon if anyone knew.” She waded closer, until she could put her hands on his belly. “You have been here for me when nobody else has. You haven't mated either, you remained here with me instead.” He listened to her words with surprise; she seemed so much more mature than she had before.

“Liz, I'm not against the idea. I merely wanted to be sure it was the right thing for you,” he reassured her, and she gasped.

“You mean...!?”

“That I want do things to you that would defile your virginity and cause serious damage to your reputation should you be caught? Absolutely. I am a dragon, Ellie, not a noble. I care not for rules when I can take what I want.” He smirked, and she flushed red. He really wanted her...

“Can you sit on the edge of the bath then?” she requested nervously, almost shivering with excitement. The taboo thrill and anxiety of the unknown made her heart pound in her chest. “I want to... to get to know you a bit better.”

Talurin didn’t say anything more, and simply stared at her for a long moment. He was expecting her to take it back, to change her mind or berate him for taking his joke too far. When she did not, however, he realized that she was just sitting there, patiently waiting for him to expose himself for her. With his forepaws firmly planted on the edge of the tub, he lifted himself up and threw his tail over the other side. The thick length was soaking wet, but neither of them really cared about how much of a mess they made on the floor at this point. While sitting in such a position was something more common for a bipedal creature, he managed to get himself in a relatively similar pose. In this position he absolutely towered over her, with his head nearly brushing the ceiling as his entire body rose straight up into the air. She looked up expectantly at him from in front of his knees, and with an uncharacteristic bashfulness, he bit his lower lip as he ever-so-slowly pushed his hind legs open wide. Without the water and suds to obscure him, Elizabeth was given an uncensored eyeful of her dragon protector’s genitals.

His testicles looked even bigger than they had felt, huge and sagging in their loose sack. From so close, she could see the way the scales on his underbelly shrank, and eventually disappeared to form a scrotum of smooth red flesh. A similar phenomenon happened around the base of his sheath as well, which was as huge and bestial as his scrotum now that she could really see it. It was made of thicker skin than his sack, and as smooth all the way up its length until it began to wrinkle around the entrance. It looked so soft, with the sheen of the water added to it, and she found she couldn’t help herself as she reached out to cup her palm beneath one huge testicle. Having already lifted each of them under the water, she was surprised when the orb felt so much heavier. Her heart was racing as she touched the dragon’s body, fondling and playing with his groin with incredible delicacy. Her other hand left the water and lifted his second testicle, lifting it to give his scrotum some slack and make it sag between her fingers. She had only been a woman for a day, and she was already playing with a male’s body with such desire flaring in her heart. It didn’t even concern her that the male she was playing with wasn’t even human.

“Well...” Talurin finally said, breaking the silence that had fallen over the bathroom. “What do you think? Are they clean enough?”

She looked up at him and nodded with a rosy blush upon her cheeks, holding his heavy balls in her hands. Gently kneading them with her fingertips, the loose scrotum shifted between her knuckles, relieved temporarily of the weight of his enormous orbs. There was nothing the Princess had ever touched that could equal the softness of her dragon’s flesh between his legs.

“Have you wanted me to do this for a while?” she asked him quietly, slowly lowering his pair until they were once more stretching that delightfully lewd sack.

“I cannot deny that your scent through puberty was hard to ignore,” he growled in response, “but I would not dream to force myself upon my Princess until she was capable of making her own decisions.” She matched his gaze and smiled, bringing her hands up to her face and sniffing the scent of his warm balls that wafted from her palms.

“I wish you had have said something earlier,” she replied, sucking down his potent stench. None of the efforts with the cloth and soap could mask what was essentially his feral musk from having imparted it's odor on her hands. He chuckled and thumped his tail on the ground, baring his teeth in a grin.

“You know where this will lead, Ellie, don't you?” he asked her in a gentle voice, and she nodded.

“I know,” she responded, “but I've made up my mind already. My only concern is if you will... will fit.” She blushed again, and this time even the dragon looked a little flustered.

“I want to try,” she added, “gods above Tal, I want to feel my bed rocking tonight. I don't want to be a Princess anymore when I can have you inside me making me a Queen.” The dragon could hardly believe what he was hearing, but his groin gave a firm pulse of arousal. It was almost too good to be true; he could no longer treat her like the cheerful young girl he had watched over for so many years. Now... now she was a prospective mate.

“If you're going to been Queen then that will make me the King,” he growled lustily, “and the King desires his Queen get more than just a feel of his crown jewels.”

Elizabeth blushed as Talurin’s attitude suddenly changed from shy uncertainty to unabated desire. Now that they both knew what the other wanted, he had no issue taking control of the situation, as any male his size would do. Her eyes slowly began to climb the scrotum filling her vision, transitioning from the sack of supple flesh to the tube of similar material that hung above it. Where his heavy sheath used to lay flopped across his balls under its weight, her eyes widened as it began to lift itself up. She could see it throbbing, blood rushing into the thick shaft that lay beneath the pale red skin. She was watching her dragon become hard at the thought of mating with her, and that thought was also building a tingling arousal between her legs. Elizabeth very rarely touched herself, and had never allowed herself to go any further than a single rub across her body. Her teachings had instilled in her that a young lady shouldn’t lose her composure in such an uncouth manner. Now, however, she had no interest in upholding a rule like that, and wanted nothing more than to reach down and pleasure herself until she was completely satisfied. Well, perhaps she would have liked Talurin to pleasure her, instead.

As her fingers slipped up his testicles and she took hold of his sheath again, she felt a powerful, turgid heat growing inside that she had not felt before. This time the dragon embraced the idea of her grabbing his sheath, and growled quietly while she slowly dragged her fingertips to the wrinkled entrance. His penis was growing along with her, and they reached the very end of his sheath at the same time. Instead of simply slipping off the end of his flesh, a deep, pink tip emerged for her to grab instead. Both human and dragon gasped for different reasons, but neither of them wanted this sudden experience to stop. The tip of Talurin’s penis was tapered to a sharp point, where his slit was already spread and drooling fresh pre-cum. The first thing she noticed was how wet he was, naturally lubricated to make it easy to penetrate any dragoness he wanted. She hoped that something like that would be enough in the event that she became his dragoness for the night.

“It’s so slick...and hot,” she muttered, tightening her grip a little bit. She felt like if she squeezed too hard on this exposed inch it would cause her hands to slip right off it, although she imagined her dragon would enjoy it immensely. The air was filling with a more humid version of his musk, which made her heart pound in her chest and his throat get tight. It just kept growing, bigger and bigger, and she honestly had no idea when it would stop.

Talurin couldn't help but watch as he grew more and more erect in the grip of the Princess. Her soft hand barely applied any pressure, allowing him to slide each emerging inch across her palm. After the eighth one, however, he could see her eyes widening as his shaft began to curve slightly under its own weight. Her hand was sticky with the lubricating slime from inside his sheath, leaving a potent odor lingering in the air. Unlike his supple scrotum, she hadn’t stuck any soap in there.

“That’s because unlike humans, we protect our vulnerable areas,” the dragon replied with a snort of amusement, “although it has the side-effect of leaving us more... pungent.” Elizabeth could agree to that; the scent wafting off his penis was far from gentle, and she wrinkled her nose as his potent smell rolled over her. She did not dwell on it for long; her dragon was giving her a lot more to think about.

“Gods above...” she breathed, staring in awe at the organ she was now helplessly holding with one comparably small hand. The young woman had known her companion for 18 years, yet never had she thought about the fact that he had a 15 inch cock tucked away in his now-hidden sheath. It was simply enormous, and befitting of a beast his size. That didn’t stop her from stifling a small gasp as the sheer length and weight of the blatantly large dick she held in her hand properly dawned on her.

“You seem surprised Liz,” he noted from above, “did you somehow think we were going to be perfectly compatible with our bodies so differently sized?” She shook her head slowly, but her eyes never once looked away from his groin. Slowly removing her hand, the Princess stared at the details making up that proud maleness she had helped coax out. Much like his scales it was a deep, crimson red, tapering gradually from the thick base to the spaded tip. A single, bulging vein ran down the underside, pulsing in time with his heartbeat, while several small ridges could be seen every couple of inches. It was like nothing she’d ever seen before, and that deeply excited her at a primal level.

He huffed quietly and gazed down at her, trying to judge her expression.

“Are you regretting your choice?” he asked with concern, and she looked up at him, a blush on her face.

“The only regret I’m going to have is if I can’t fit this inside me,” she replied firmly, before she dipped her head down and pushed her lips firmly against his right testicle.

Elizabeth’s eyes wanted to roll back in her head as she was suddenly overwhelmed by the flavor of her dragon. After having them soaked in the soapy bath water, she had expected them to be a little more tasteless, so she could just enjoy the suppleness of the flesh between her lips. Instead, her taste buds were assaulted with a powerful, oily taste that could not be scrubbed away. It was slick and a little salty, like she imagined pure sweat would taste. Even when she pulled her lips away for a moment, the taste lingered in her mouth as a constant reminder that she had just had her tongue pressed flat into a beastly dragon’s scrotum.

“I maybe should have warned you that I would taste pretty potent,” he teased, grinning down at her while his dripping cock hung above her. Every once in awhile she could hear a drop of his fresh pre-cum dribbling into the bathwater behind her. “I didn’t know you were going to be so eager to suck my balls.”

“Y-You’re ruining the moment again,” she blushed with embarrassment. It was one thing for her to decide that she wanted to be sexual with her oldest and best friend, but it was another when he teased her about it.

“Sorry,” he chuckled, and used the claws on his hind paws to deftly rub across her bare sides. The warm touch of his pads against her skin sent a shiver down her spine, and she put a hand up on his thick thigh to support herself. “I just think you’re adorable down there, Ellie. Please, keep going.“

Her lips cracked into a smile, and she more gingerly brought her lips to his scrotum. She lingered just before touching it, her breath wafting across the smooth skin. From so close, every bit of air she breathed was saturated with his scent, thick and bestial. She huffed on his musk like it was a bright summer flower or a burning, fragrant candle. She pressed her nose right against it and sniffed to her heart’s content. A tingling warmth built in her nostrils, her throat, and deeper in her lungs as she just closed her eyes and took in his scent.

Slowly her tongue extended, as if on its own volition, and the tip pressed into the supple flesh again. His skin molded around the pressure she placed around it, wrapping her taste buds up in a blanket of warm, soft flesh. This time she wasn’t surprised by his flavor, she was deeply aroused by it. Her tongue swiped upwards, lifting a fold of skin on its surface before letting it fall, and repeating the process. It wasn’t long before she was eagerly lapping at Talurin’s nuts, pressing her tongue against the firm surface of his testicle underneath. Her licking soon turned to sucking, drawing folds of skin between her lips to slide her tongue across and suckle on. She was moaning nearly constantly, losing herself in a heavy dragon scrotum, while her huge male friend scrapped the wall of the tub with his clenching claws, and kept spurting fresh pre-cum over her head and into the bathwater beyond.

Talurin hadn’t received pleasure like this before, and he couldn't look away from the beautiful human woman tending to his groin. He hadn't even had to ask; she was simply eager to show him how much she loved him. The slow exploratory way she tasted, suckled and slurped on his heavy sack was testament to that fact. She wasn't rushing through the act, but taking the time to actively smell and taste his potent and sizeable testicles with attentiveness and a desire to satisfy him. She was perfect.

“Ellie...” he huffed, watching with a great deal of arousal as his leaking pre-cum left sloppy streaks in her hair. He didn't want to ruin it by pointing it out, and he was sure she knew and didn't mind anyway. He wanted to say something to her, anything really, but the sight of her face smothered in the loose skin of his pungent pouch was enough to keep his voice at bay.

For the young woman, it was more than she could have hoped for. Her father had a number of potential suitors lined up to win her hand in marriage, and she had for the most part wanted nothing to do with them. Pompous knights who thought they were entitled to wed her through nothing but contest. Now she had a bond much more tangible, and she wanted to show her new dragon lover that she was willing to earn his intimacy. The bathwater sloshed around her waist as her hand groped and fondled his nuts, eager to stimulate him, eager to please her dragon. She did not care he was a beast; if anything, it made her more eager. The taboo thrill made her heart race, and her face was slick with the oils from his flesh.

“It was a waste of time trying to wash you down here,” she breathed, pulling back from him a little so she could speak, “there's no masking a smell like yours when it's so... masculine and natural.” She inhaled deeply, filling her lungs with his potent odor, before putting another soft kiss on his left testicle. Looking up, she saw his erection was still undeniably firm, and she moved up a little too admire it.

“Tal...” she muttered, unsure what to say to her lifelong protector after having just ravished his balls with her tongue. “You've looked after me for so long... I don't want you to protect me anymore. I want to be your dragoness.”

Talurin reached down with a smile and pet her head, his gentle forepaw stroking across the hair matted against the back of her head. He rumbled as her fingers continued to massage beneath his balls, delivering a pleasant, tingling sensation that kept his penis at attention.

“A dragon can still protect his dragoness,” he told her with a smile, and shuffled his hind legs wider still. The subtle movement caused his heavy dick to swing back and forth, drawing her attention hypnotically to its tip. She didn’t want to resist the temptation anymore, and left his scrotum to hang under its own weight while her fingers crawled up to take a gentle grip around the base of his shaft. He instantly shut his eyes and hissed as her digits wrapped around his incredibly sensitive length.

“Oh, Ellie,” he moaned, shooting a fresh spurt of pre-cum from his tip. This time, however, it did not sail over her head and into the water behind her, but rather splattered across her forehead as she moved to position herself in front of his tip. She looked up at him and blushed as his fluids dripped down the side of her face, hot and slick. “S-Sorry. I didn’t mean to...”

He nearly came at that very moment as she took one of her hands from his cock and brought it to her face. Her entire palm was smeared with his lubricants, that that didn’t stop her from scooping up some of his pre with her fingertips and putting it to her lips. She murmured softly as she licked up her dragon’s pre, getting his salty flavour all over her taste buds. “You taste good, Tal,” she said with a smile that made his heart skip a beat.

“My little girl has grown up to be so dirty,” he teased, but he found it incredibly arousing nonetheless. She giggled as her hand came back to his penis, and she began to slowly stroke back and forth across his impressive length. Her fingertips rubbed over and between the subtle ridges that covered his length, making him shiver and stiffen with every movement. Her touch was so much better than his own by an incredible margin, and he wondered if it would be possible for her to never take her hands off his cock again. While his eyes were shut in the throes of his pleasure, he didn’t see her lick her lips and lean forward, aiming the tapered tip of his shaft towards her open mouth.

Time seemed to flow slower as she slid the tip of his reptilian erection against her tongue, guiding him into her mouth slowly and carefully. Up this close his scent was incredible, the distinct odor of male dragon cock so blatantly filling her nose with its masculine aroma. His entire length was glossy and red, lively and virile in her grasp, pulsing with the blood that kept it firm and leaking the clear ooze of pre-cum that revealed his lust. She hadn't ever even held a penis before and now she was going to suck on a dragon's.

Talurin stiffened at her soft oral touch, realising what she had just done with a delighted huff.

“Tal,” the young princess called quietly, “look at me.” He opened his eyes and looked down, seeing the female human he’d looked after all his life gently rolling her tongue against the underside of his glans.

“F... Fuck Liz...” he gasped, his cock jumping in her grasp as the sight of girl tonguing his urethra made a glob of pre spurt into her mouth. The immediate swallow made him even more aroused, and her eye contact was only heightening his lust. He didn't know where this side of Elizabeth had been hiding, but now that she was between his legs he wouldn't ever be able to return to being mere friends.

“I've never seen you so needy,” she teased, swirling her tongue in circles around the tip. It had a strong taste, even without the constantly leaking pre, but she only found it added to the experience. It wasn't some sweet treat or common flavour, but the distinct taste of dragon cock that could only really be described as masculine.

“That's because you're...” he began, but halted himself, not wanting to speak too crassly.

“Mmm, just relax,” she encouraged, using her left hand to stroke the lower half of his massive length while her lips teased and caressed the drooling head, “let me take care of you now. I'm not going to be satisfied until you are.” She gave him a brief smile, finally pushed the first two inches of his maleness into her mouth.

Her lips sealed down around his girth while her tongue pressed against the underside, putting a little pressure on his breeding organ. With slow, inexperienced movements she began to bob her head up and down on him, finally giving her handsome reptilian protector the attention he had craved for so long.

“Mmf...Ellie,” he grunted, his penis throbbing under her ministrations. Every drop of pre-cum that oozed from his tip was swiped up by her tongue as she passed, making him jerk when she pressed directly against his most sensitive spots. He was tensing and releasing his groin muscles frantically, nearly unable to handle the pleasure that his beloved young human was giving him. It had been far too long since he had felt another’s touch, and that made even her sloppiest movements feel like those of a world-wizened dragoness. “I think you’re a natural at this.”

Elizabeth’s eyes lit up at the praise, and slowly slurped off his cock. The noise made between her suckling lips and his shaft was nearly deafening in the otherwise silent room, as if everyone else in the castle would be able to hear what they were doing at that very moment.

“How dare you,” she replied, licking her lips of the clear fluid glimmering around the edges of her mouth. “I am your Princess. You can’t insinuate something so vulgar.”

“Apologies, your majesty,” he chuckled, and flexed his cock to make it bob in front of her face enticingly. He didn’t even have to tease her with a flowery request to continue, she just took hold of his penis and began sucking again. A mix between a whine of need and a growl of satisfaction rumbled in his throat, and he could feel his heart rate building the more she touched him. “Gods, this is good, though.”

She chuckled, the vibrations running into his cock and shocking him with sudden pleasure. Everything about her mouth felt perfect, and her little fingers were wonderful at pleasuring the places her lips couldn’t reach. Each ridge was tingling separately, as she never touched more than two with either hand at the same time. As the volume of his pleasured noises increased, so too did her enthusiasm, and it wasn’t long before she was stroking his cock and bobbing on those first few inches with everything she had. Talurin was panting for breath above her, his body begging for the largest, most satisfying release he had experienced in years.

“El-Elizabeth...” he huffed, hunching over her slightly and putting his forepaw against her back. He didn’t want to hurt or smother her, but he could not have her pulling away from him now. He was far too close for her to change her mind. “I’m...I’m cumming soon. Get ready...it’s going to be big...”

The eager young woman hadn't thought much about his climax, but she knew enough about sex to know what was coming. Going by his size it would probably be a fair bit, but it looked like the decision to swallow had already been made by his firm paws on her back. Not that she minded; gulping down his essence was something she would do with pride.

Her tongue swirled around the head of his cock, eagerly drinking down the already fairly copious amounts of pre-cum his needy length was leaking. Her right hand continued to pump rapidly up and down the lower half of his shaft while her left ventured back down to cup and knead gently at his hefty balls. Looking up into his eyes she worked his groin with love, knowing she would be rewarded for her actions.

She first felt it in her left hand, Talurin’s massive testicles lifting slightly in her palm. His breath caught in his massive chest as those cum-laden balls began to unburden themselves, pushing their contents up through his inner tubes. The surge travelled up and under the princess's right hand, curled around his ridged length, before making its way to his yawning urethra. Elizabeth barely had more than a second to react to this as her lifelong companion ejaculated in her mouth.

Despite her eagerness to taste new lover, she was in no way prepared for a large male dragon with years of pent up lust. The first spurt of dragon cum burst free from his tip with a steaming rope as thick as a garden hose. It slopped against the back of her throat with incredible force, splattering every inch of her mouth with the taste of his potent emissions.

Her eyes widened but it didn't stop there, his balls tensing rhythmically to deliver pulse after pulse of sperm-rich semen into the her. She swallowed in surprise but he was producing a lot more than she could handle, reptilian cream pouring from the sides of her mouth as he overwhelmed her with his virility. It just kept coming, forcing her to pull his length from her mouth so she could take a breath, only to have the next spurt splatter across her face and leave it dripping with his thick batter.

She held her dragon’s huge, throbbing cock as best she could, the slick fluids make it especially hard to keep still while it pulsed and jerked. She wanted to keep the wide slit aimed directly at her face, and continued to take every powerful spurt across her cheeks and against her forehead. The hot fluid felt so good on her skin, like a fine mud mask that would make her silky and beautiful while she soaked in it. All of the excess semen dripped down her face and neck and into the water around her, turning it a milky white. Her nose was clogged with the thick stench of a dragon’s cum; a rich, humid musk that was unmistakably beastly in nature. After a few hard gulps, Elizabeth managed to clear her mouth of the first spurts remnants, just in time to open her mouth wide and catch the next one right on her tongue. She moaned aloud as the overly-salty, bitter, creamy taste overwhelmed her taste buds, and she used the force of his ejaculation to shovel the thick, gooey seed straight down her throat so she could get another one immediately after. Anything else she missed continued to slop onto her lips and cheeks.

Talurin grunted as he watched her showering herself in his thick, pearly seed. As his orgasm tapered off he was left out of breath, with his paws still gripping tight around her shoulders and back while carefully keeping his claws from her skin. He slowly relaxed his grip, sighing as his testicles tingled and felt a little lighter from his satisfying climax. Looking down at her between his legs, coated in his thick spunk with his scent rolling heavier off her than himself, nearly made him grow hard again already. “Where did all that eagerness come from?” he asked.

Elizabeth just smiled, licking her lips of the powerful-tasting cum lingering there. Before it could retreat from her, she leaned in and gave the tip of his shrinking penis a kiss, and licked the last dribble of seed away with a firm lick. “It just seemed like the right thing to do,” she replied. “I didn’t think it would taste like it did, and I didn’t think you would make quite so much of it.”

He chuckled as he looked into the water around him, which was too milky with seed to see through. Thick chunks of his semen congealed in patches beneath the surface, slowly sinking to the bottom of the tub under it own weight. “I think we’ll need to clean the tub if you want to take another bath,” he remarked.

She smiled and blushed at the same time, intimately aware that her body was utterly drenched in Talurin’s thick seed, but it didn't stop her from feeling a deep satisfaction that she'd never experienced before. Her stomach was full of his semen, her breath tinged with its strong scent, and her taste buds alight with his potent flavour. Yet despite how powerful it all was, she'd never felt so loved and protected by the big beast who gazed upon her from above.

She watched his penis shrink back until the soft sheath between his legs, glistening with her saliva. More than anything else, she felt like she had done a good job, that she had served her dragon to a high standard that he couldn't complain about. There was a personal pride in her work. Still...

“So...” the dragon spoke finally, “I guess we can't really go back to just being princess and dragon anymore.” She nodded in agreement, looking at him with a small but sheepish smile, her hand reached out to caress one of his balls tenderly. They were so much lighter now.

“No, but I'm not letting you go anywhere,” she told him with an air of authority, “because I'm not letting you defile me like that without an apology... and a promise to do it again tomorrow.” His eyes widened, but a smile crossed his face.

“My apologies for glazing you like a sweetroll,” he snorted in amusement, “I'll be sure to do it again tomorrow.” She let go of his scrotum and leaned forward to put a soft kiss on each spent orb before leaning against his thigh.

“I should probably get out and dry off,” she told him with a chuckle in reply, before turning pulling herself up out of the tub. Her knees felt strained as the tainted water itself gelled and tried to keep her locked inside, thick strands of watered down spunk oozing over her shoulders and down her back like a shawl. She gave her nearby towel an almost apologetic look, and ruined the downy fabric as she wiped layer after layer of semen from her body. “We should probably seal this room off for now and you can incinerate the evidence when the tub has drained. I'm not sure how I'm going to do that again if you make that much mess.”

“Next time, we’ll find somewhere that’s easier to clean.” he replied, smiling at her naked form as she tossed the towel into the sludgy water behind her. Despite taking all of that time to get clean, she was completely marked with his seed, something that gave him a sense of bestial pride deep down. “I imagine the stables would be good. The smell of musk and sex wouldn’t be out of place there, and I’m sure the beasts wouldn’t object to a little bestiality in their presence.”

Elizabeth nodded and reached out to rub her dragon’s foreleg gently, but even in that simple touch there was a charge of electricity after what they had just done. It really would be different for them from now on. Slipping past his large body, she left the bathroom and returned to her chamber, which felt dry and cool after being in the steam of the hot bath for so long. She made her way over to her bed and threw herself into the comforting embrace of her mattress, sagging into the soft covers with her body spread and exposed. Talurin smirked down at her as he padded up to the foot of the bed, licking his lips slyly as he gazed across her bared form. She didn’t pay his teasing any mind, and simply watched as he slowly climbed up with her.

When she had become a teenager, and to her father’s chagrin her bond with the dragon had grown well beyond the possibility of a healthy separation, she commissioned a bed made for her that could fit the both of them quite comfortably. Until now it had been a matter of comfort; with his body so close to hers she never worried about winter morning chills. Now it felt intimate as his body coiled around her from all sides. The smell of their activities still lingered heavily on his body, and it seemed even more powerful now without the smell of the bath there to mix with it. She leaned her back against his chest and sighed, listening to his heartbeat and idly tracing the soles of her feet across the fronts of his thighs, like she always did.

“How do you feel?” he asked quietly, slowing his breathing down to a rate he knew she found comforting after so many years with her.

Elizabeth rolled over and fixed her dragon with a warm smile, before pecking a kiss on his broad chin. “Good. I feel really good. Thank you for doing that with me.”

The dragon chuckled, and reached a strong forepaw up to hold her close and tousle her hair. “You’re welcome. I had fun with it to.”

“Tal...can I tell you a secret?” she asked, a blush creeping across her face again.

“Sure, Ellie,” he replied with a warm smile of his own.

“Maybe...once or twice before...I’ve thought about doing stuff like that with you,” she admitted, terrible embarrassment heating her face. Talurin simply laughed, and ran his slimy tongue across her cheek affectionately.

“That’s flattering, Ellie. I won’t tell you that I’ve thought the same thing, though, because you’ve been far too young for me for a very long time.”

Elizabeth laughed. “Well, then you’re going to have to tell me a different secret then,” she teased. “It would only be fair. Come on Tal, tell me a secret.”

He huffed across her side, his breath warm and comforting. A moment of silence passed between them as the dragon pondered, before fixing a large eye on her.

“My secret is not something I wanted to share with you,” he said suddenly, earning a quick frown from the Princess. “Yet ultimately you need to hear it...” He moved back a little from her, sitting upright on his haunches to stare down at the young woman.

“Don't give me cryptic answers,” she accused, “I didn't even think you had anything you kept from me.” He sighed, digging his claws into the sheets.

“I don't wish to make you resent me, which this might well do,” he replied, making her eyes widen a little. She hadn't ever seen him so serious, and she pulled herself up into a sitting position.

“You've been with me my whole life, Tal,” she told him firmly, “nothing will stop me from... from loving you.” He sighed, and then smiled down at her.

“Very well,” he gave in finally, “you would have found out sooner or later anyway. To explain, I must go back to before you were born.” That got her attention; the dragon had never told her much about his life before the castle. He sat back with a grunt, and began his tale.

“Twenty years ago, your father had a dragon problem. Me. I had migrated from the north lands of my birth to lay claim to a territory of my own. As you might expect, your father's Kingdom was located in the same place. As a result, I had constant clashes with his armed forces, but to no avail on his part.” As the dragon spoke, Elizabeth knew there was no lies in his words, his tone sincere.

“So you were an enemy of the Kingdom?” the Princess inquired, “that hardly seems like something bad if you're here now.” He shook his head and looked away.

“If only it were that simple,” he continued, “because it wasn't cattle or gold I was taking... it was humans. I ate them.”

That got her attention. Elizabeth gasped in shock, eyes wide as the words washed over her ears. Humans!

“You... you ate humans?” she double-checked, suddenly uncomfortably aware of how large he really was.

“I did. I destroyed trade caravans and devoured the drivers. I picked off lone hunters. I swallowed knights out to take my head. I was the worst enemy of the Kingdom.” Elizabeth could hardly believe what she was hearing; her beloved dragon had been a predatory terror...

A few moments passed between them, with the human frozen in place and the dragon looking down at her with an unreadable expression.

“Eighteen years ago your father communicated that he wanted to meet me alone. True to his word, he came unarmed and without guards, and together we reached a...mutually beneficial arrangement.”

“My father meet you alone! Was be crazy?”

“Perhaps, but it worked for him in the end. You see, he offered me a job.” Talurin chuckled, and Elizabeth began to put two and two together. She was no fool.

“Let me guess... he got you to be my protector,” she commented quietly, and he nodded.

“Indeed, he wanted me to be your sole bodyguard while you grew. He knew that with prime lands like his, other kingdoms or groups of bandits might target you to get to him. Don't fret, he did not intend to leave me to harm you. I was offered compensation significant enough to make it worth my while.” He could see the crestfallen look on her face, knowing what she was thinking.

“I’m not just in it for the paycheck, Ellie. I would gladly do it for free now,” he added, “my affection for you became genuine as you grew older. My deepest fear soon became that you would be separated from me. That is why I never let you find out about this.” He fell silent, and Elizabeth simply sat in place and considered his words.

“What... what did my father offer you... in compensation?” she asked finally, and he looked down at the bed. He did not respond for a good minute, unsure of how to phrase his response.

“Humans, Liz,” he huffed, as if he had to claw the admission from his very heart. “Your father offered me the prisoners from your dungeons. All of them, for as long as I was in service to you, to devour at my will. That is why I eat alone.”

The silence in the room was palpable. The tension so thick that Talurin could cut it with his claws at the slightest movement. He wouldn’t look at her, while her eyes were instead fixed upon him with a measure of fascination. She looked at him in ways she had never considered before, measuring the width of his jaw and his neck, wondering how easily a man would slip down his throat. How strong the muscles were to drag down a hardened criminal to be destroyed by his body.

“So...you’re still eating humans now?” she asked, her voice trembling, but she wasn’t sure from what. She could see Tal wince at her inflection, immediately assuming the worst.

“Yeah,” he sighed softly, closing his eyes tight. His heart was aching. Maybe it would have been better for him to just keep it from her a little longer. He had nowhere else to go if she didn’t want him anymore. Other dragons had moved into the lands surrounding this kingdom, and while his territory was still recognized despite his position, he didn’t know if he could stand to stay close to her if she hated him. He could always keep flying south, but after so many years without much contact with any dragons, he had no idea how far he would have to go to find good, unclaimed land.

Leaning forward, Elizabeth brought her hand beneath the dragon’s chin and lifted it, forcing her to use a surprising amount of strength to bring the scaled head back up. He opened his eyes to look at her again, and inside she couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt for the pain he was feeling. She smiled up at him, and rested her head against his snout.

“I’m not angry with you,” she replied, running her hands across his perfect, smooth scales. “It would be like...a cow asking me the last time I had a steak. That’s what we are, aren’t we? Humans are a dragon’s prey.”

“You’ll never be my prey, Elizabeth,” he said softly, his nostrils flaring as he breathed in her warm scent. It calmed him, conveying her peace, her forgiveness, and her love. “I couldn’t stand to lose you.”

“Of course you won’t, but that is still like a child loving a chicken or a lamb. Eventually, it would be slaughtered. What I’m trying to say is, I don’t expect you to stop eating humans now that you’ve told me. When I become Queen someday, I will honor the deal that my father made with you, as long as you will honor your side as well.

Talurin nodded slightly, careful not to dislodge her from her place at the end of his snout. “Of course I will. I will always protect you, Ellie. I’ll be with you to the end.” He looked down at her, her young, beautiful face smiling at him from so close, and he couldn’t help but smile with her. His pain withered away, and his heart was wrapped in a glowing warmth that permeated through his whole body. If she could forgive him for this, than she truly was perfect for him. She would be his mate, and he would love her forever.

“I do, however, have one request.” she cut in on his wonderful thought, snapping him back to reality. “If we are going to be happy together, there can’t be any big secrets like this. I need to see it for myself.”

The beast looked at her in shock, stunned that the Princess wanted to see such a thing.

“I... I don't think that would be wise, Liz...” he replied to her request, huffing his hot breath over her chest. She sighed, and slipped back so she could sit down on the bed.

“Why not?” she inquired with a shake of her head, “I just made you cum in the bathtub with my mouth. If you want me to be your mate then I'm going to need you to trust me.” He snorted and lowered his head.

“Ellie...” he rumbled in a low voice, “I still don't think you'll like it. I don't want you to think worse of me for... for how I behave.” His eyes lowered, and the woman realised how hard it was for him to talk to her about it.

“Isn't it just... you know... a few bites and that's it?” Elizabeth asked, rubbing his jaw slowly, and he shook his head.

“I don't chew humans,” he told her honestly, with a hint of concern and sheepishness, “I... well, I like how it feels when they squirm in my stomach.” Her eyes widened a little, but the Princess didn't remove her hand.

“You digest them alive?” she breathed, “no wonder you didn't want to show me. You eat them in such a cruel way.” She lowered her hand, and the dragon looked away. A moment passed, and then he felt two hands press softly against his rounded underbelly.

“It's...okay,” she said tenderly, massaging her digits back and forth, “if that's what you like then I'm not going you judge you for it. Just... show me. Show me what it's like to eat a human and I'm sure I'll understand. I love you Talurin. I'm not changing my mind.”

Tal watched her rubbing his stomach, and he couldn’t help but wonder if it was too good to be true. Could she really love him, even after exposing his predatory nature to her? A shiver ran up his spine as he imagined her rubbing him the same way, only with a bulging meal beneath his scales. His body betrayed him suddenly, as a loud, needy growl rolled from his gut, and she looked up at him with a broad smile.

“You didn’t have breakfast before waking me, did you?” she asked, running her hands up his chest and across his neck. Her touch was electric on his scales, and he couldn’t help but give in to her wish.

“No...and I didn’t have dinner last night because of your party. I’m starving, Ellie,” he huffed. “Are you going to come down the dungeon with me so you can...watch?”

She thought about it for a moment, before she shook her head and grinned deviously. “No, I think I have a better idea. The Duke’s son, Marcus, is staying in the castle and attempting to court me into marrying him. He doesn’t seem to understand that I’m not interested. If I invited him up here, do you think you could...convince him to leave me be?”

Talurin’s eyes widened as he looked down upon her. “You want me to...” he began. “I couldn’t. I promised your father it would only be prisoners. If anyone found out about this, they would force me out of the city, or worse.”

“Tal, don’t you trust me?” she asked, rubbing her hands back and forth across his broad chest. She leaned forward and pressed her ear to it, listening to his powerful heartbeat inside. “As soon as you’ve finished with Marcus, I’ll load up his horse and send it away. Everyone will think he’s left the castle, and when they don’t find his body, they’ll assume it was an animal, or a group of bandits. They wouldn’t suspect a thing from us.”

“Ellie...” he huffed, heart beating faster in his chest. He couldn’t deny it, he loved that she could think like that. What a Queen she would make one day, and he would have to start watching his weight. His sheath was starting to bulge just thinking about it. “It’s been ages since I’ve eaten a clean human. The prisoners here are filthy with sweat and dirt. I never said anything before, but when I met him I thought his soap made him smell like a seasoned bird.”

“Let’s find out if he tastes as good as he smells,” she agreed, and winked up at him. The pink tip of his penis was beginning to emerge again, but he didn’t have time to press it into his Princess’ hands again. Instead, she crawled out from under him, and pecked a kiss against his chin as she passed. “Go and hide quietly. I’ll have the guard summon Marcus here, and then leave us. That should give us all of the privacy you need. I want to see you enjoy yourself. Show me why you would keep it hidden from me for so long.”

The dragon was still a bit stunned by the recent developments, but if the Princess was going to cover for him while he ate other humans then he wasn't going to deny her wishes. He hurried over to the bathroom, slipping through the doorway as Elizabeth’s voice could be heard speaking to the guards outside in the hallway. Even if Talurin was her protector, having human guards was easier if she needed something fetched.

“At once, Princess,” the guards responded to her request, the dragon able to pick up the sounds of feet scurrying off down the hallway. A smirk crossed his face; would Liz truly feel the same once the situation became reality? It only took ten minutes for the Duke’s son to arrive, a knock on the door echoing through the room. Talurin held his breath, not wanting to ruin the surprise by giving himself away too early.

“Ah, Marcus,” Elizabeth greeted as she opened the door to reveal the man’s smiling face, “how lovely of you to join me. Would you like to come in?”

“Finally come around, have you my love?” Marcus said with a small laugh, “I daresay it was not for lack of trying. To win your heart was my goal from the day I first beheld your beauty.” Stepping past the Princess with a large stride he glanced around the inside of her chambers before turning back to watch the woman close the door with a firm click.

“Well, I've certainly come around to a handsome beast who could satisfy my every desire,” Elizabeth whispered quietly, advancing on the young noble as his grin widened. She placed her hand on his firm shoulder and gazed into his eyes, seeing the flicker of consideration within. Evidently he was deciding whether to attempt a kiss or not.

“Unfortunately,” she continued, sliding the hand from his jacket, “it isn't you.”

Marcus cocked his eyebrow, looking at her quizzically as if he couldn’t comprehend her response. Over his shoulder, she could see the bathroom door creeping open. The young man in front of her was far too self-absorbed to notice anything happening behind him. When the dragon’s head finally appeared in the doorway, she froze and her breath caught in her throat. She couldn’t move a muscle, and a chill coursed through every bone in her body. The dragon’s expression had completely changed from earlier; he wasn’t her kind, sensitive guardian anymore. He was a hunter, and he had his prey in his sight.

Talurin hunched low to the floor as he stalked forward, completely silent despite his enormous size. His tail lashed back and forth behind him, the only part of his body that he would allow to express his excitement and anxiousness. His eyes were dark as he examined the man in front of him for the same qualities one would look for when picking an animal to slaughter. Which parts looked the most tender. His nostrils flared, drawing in the scent of his prey. Despite all of the soaps and colognes the noble boy wore, his keen senses could pick out the natural scent of meat beneath. Elizabeth gulped nervously as the dragon crept into striking distance, and knew that it was far too late to turn back now.

“Ah, I see. You’re still playing hard to get. I understand,” he said, and leaned his face into his hand. He glanced at her side-long and smiled, a wry, twisted movement of his mouth that made him look dispicable. “Tell me who he is!” he bellowed suddenly, throwing a hand to the sky dramatically. “I shall challenge him to a duel! For the honour of your love.”

The dragon accepted.

With a powerful swipe, Marcus hit the floor hard, dazed and confused. Talurin was left standing over him, looking absolutely massive as he examined his helpless prey. Elizabeth gasped and fell back at the suddenness of the attack, and primal fear clutched at her chest as she heard the dragon, her dragon, growl low and threateningly. He was hungry. Marcus was given some time to come to his senses, at least enough to turn around as see the wall of scales hovering over him like a terrifying shadow.

“Elizabeth! Call off your beast. Th-The King will hear of this! I’ll have him skinned for this!” he bellowed, but his shouts fell on deaf ears. With her guards dismissed, her and Talurin were the only ones in the castle’s wing, and his voice would not carry any further. He squirmed and bellowed with anger, all until hard, sharp claws grasped around his body, and he fell deathly silent as the room filled with the sound of tearing fabric. The Duke’s son was soon stripped bare, so only the tender, untouched flesh remained.

The dragon loomed over him, a smirk painted across his maw as a thick strand of reptilian drool splashed over Marcus’ chest. The Princess watched from the side, her chest pounding with adrenaline as she saw a side of her lifelong protector that she couldn't believe he had been hiding for so long.

“Wait!” she called out, just as Tal began to open his maw. Clicking it shut, the beast gazed back to her and huffed. The young woman was at a loss for words, hesitating for a moment before composing herself.

“I... I need to make sure you are... you,” she explained, shivering a little at the sight of his powerful frame dominating the naked, pathetic man below. The dragon sighed and turned his head fully towards her.

“I do not... lose control, Liz, nor will I ever think of attacking you. Please... if I am to eat before you you must place trust in me.” She thought about it for a moment, before nodding slowly.

“Call off your bloody lizard!” Marcus cut in, squirming under the large claw holding him in place. He was utterly powerless against such strength. Elizabeth sat down on the edge of the bed, gazing at her winged lover in the middle of the room. The situation had already progressed further than she could take back, and she shook her head slowly.

“Liz...” Tal huffed, his tail lashing slightly from side to side.

“Eat him,” she commanded with all the authority of the Queen she would one day become. The noble’s eyes widened as the Princess condemned him, and his face went pale as the dragon's gaze returned to fix him with a predatory grin.

“You... you cannot...” he began to plead, but a claw pressed to his lips and demanded his silence. Elizabeth couldn't stop her racing heart; never had she expected to sentence anyone to anything before becoming Queen, yet here she was letting a dragon whose cock she had sucked moments earlier devour an innocent man right before her very eyes. She'd never felt such a taboo thrill in her life.

“Quiet now,” Tal rumbled in a low voice, rolling his thick tongue over his lips slowly and deliberately, “you've got many long hours ahead to protest your situation. Such a strong-looking, noble knight you are... you'll digest for hours.”

Marcus was silent as he realized his time on this Earth was short. He stared up into the gaping maw that hung above him, rolling pink flesh undulating excitedly, and a gallon of saliva stringing back and forth across the opening. Talurin breathed slowly, deliberately, to wash his hot, predatory breath over his prey. The smell of digested meat on the beast’s breath made him blanch. Razor sharp teeth gleamed in a terrifying ring around the wide maw, threatening to rip and tear him into manageable shreds. The thought of those jaws closing around him nearly made him faint.

Suddenly, that huge, wet tongue flopped out of the dragon’s maw and onto his bare stomach. He watched it with a mixture of disgust and horror, as it dragged across his skin and left a trail of hot, clear slime spanning from his waist up to his shoulder blade. Talurin’s body rumbled with satisfaction, pleased by his first properly washed meal in nearly twenty years. Ellie had served this man up to him on a silver platter, and he wasn’t going to make her wait any longer. Lashing his long tongue back across his chest, he slipped it beneath his prey’s frozen arms and used it to lift his meal upwards, into his drooling maw.

Elizabeth was given the perfect view, so close she could see the strings of drool sliding down Marcus’ back as soon as he was engulfed. His head disappeared first, past the edge of the dragon’s upper jaw that she could not see beyond. Instead, she watched his tongue shift and coil around his body like a snake, helping him draw the man between his lips. The wet slurping of his massive organ dragging across his prey’s skin filled the room, along with his constant, rumbling enjoyment. The glimmer in his eyes proved to Elizabeth just how much he was enjoying this, how delicious his meal was, and how he was looking forward to every additional inch of meat that was pulled into him. Any cries of protest Marcus had were effectively muffled by the back of his tongue covering his face, and only his legs could pathetically dangle and squirm from between his open lips.

“Gods above...” she breathed, sitting on the bedding as she watched her dragon companion devour a man alive. Had she not witnessed it she doubted she would ever have truly believed her dragon could do such a thing, yet conclusive proof lay before her eyes.

Talurin was far too engrossed in his meal to stop and consider the Princess, merely using his unyielding tongue to cram the Duke’s son into his gullet eagerly. Not once in all the years since he had made the deal with the King had he eaten someone who was not a prisoner. The bulge in his throat expanded as it packed out with the man’s torso, his legs soon following as the slimy maw guided the meal downwards.

Elizabeth traced his path with her eyes as Tal’s maw finally gulped the feet inside, shutting off the human meal from the outside world. The neck stretched fantastically to accommodate the large man, a lumpy bulge shifting under the plated scales with small gulps. Finally able to move his head again, Tal looked at his lover with curiosity, seeing her intense gaze focused upon his throat. With one more firm gulp, he freed up his voice.

“Liz...” he said slowly, unsure of what he should say to the visibly stunned woman, “he'll be in my stomach in a few moments... are you sure?” She nodded immediately, surprising the handsome reptilian male as her hands pressed together with finality.

“He's your food now,” she whispered, watching as the bulge passed between his muscular forelegs before losing its prominence as the noble was squeezed out into his belly. The dragon’s paunch swelled slightly with the weight of his new meal, and finally Talurin was able to sit down in front of her to present his filled gut.

“That's the best part,” he told her matter-of-factly, “the moment when they slide into your stomach is so incredibly satisfying. The prey realises where they are and they always panic...”

As if on cue, the lump in his underbelly began to squirm and shift, the high-born human no doubt suffering the initial horror of entering a chamber designed to process him into nutrients. It was a kind of power even the Princess could not claim to understand or compare to, only to respect.

Talurin settled heavily back on his haunches, pushing his stomach forward and stretching his body. He released a satisfied sigh of relief, all while Elizabeth was left staring. She could hear, ever so faintly, the muffled cries of the man she had sent to die, and the sounds of his fists weakly pounding against the fleshy walls inside. Her breath kept catching in her throat, and sweat beaded down her forehead. It felt like the room had just gotten remarkably hot, although she was sure that it was only her imagination.

“Liz...you haven’t really said anything yet,” the dragon remarked, looking down at her with a frown. “Please, what are you thinking? How do you feel?”

“I...I don’t know yet, nor do I know what I’m really thinking,” she replied, the sound of her own pounding pulse getting on her nerves. There was a loud, wet gurgle from Talurin’s stomach as it squeezed and massaged around its prey, restraining it entirely inside its muscular grasp. “What about you?”

The dragon couldn’t help but rumble with satisfaction, and let his tongue slowly drag across his lips in an attempt to relive the taste of his meal. “He was delicious. He’s quite the fighter, actually. Most of my meals give up by now, and simply resign themselves to their fate. You can feel him struggling still, if you want.“

He held out a forepaw in offer to her, which she took a moment to stare at thoughtfully. She had asked her annoying yet innocent suitor to be eaten, but did she want to go so far as to experience a tiny bit of that process herself? Slowly pushing herself off the bed, she gingerly took Talurin’s paw and allowed him to guide her in close to his body. With every step she took towards his body, she grew more afraid, and yet more curious at the same time. By the time she could feel his warmth on her skin, it was too late to turn back. His claws pulled her hand against the bulging front of his stomach, and she gasped at the sudden contact. She could feel him, his prey, squirming deep inside. Through layers of scale, fat, and muscle, the soft deformation that now represented Marcus vibrated against her palm. She shivered, knowing it was a real, living thing inside. It wasn’t at all like it had been when she had playfully given the dragon belly rubs before.

“See? Doesn’t it feel good, Ellie?” he asked, smiling down at her. With one swift motion, Elizabeth found herself on her back, sitting in her dragon’s palm and resting her back across his forearm. He pulled her in, cradling her against his distended stomach. It always felt good to be with Talurin, and even now, like this, she didn’t feel the least bit disturbed or concerned with him. She realized that she trusted him, no matter what.

“Yeah,” she responded finally, leaning over and cuddling closer to the large reptile’s warm body. She rested the side of her head against his fat paunch, while her hands idly rubbed across his broad, scaly hide. “I think it does, Tal.”

The dragon huffed contentedly, enjoying the closeness to his new lover in such a new and exciting way. She hadn't screamed and run like he had expected, but instead was quietly rubbing his underbelly as it shifted and squirmed with the weight of a man who similarly craved her heart. Now fully encased in his stomach, the dragon couldn't help but smirk as he felt the all too familiar signs of his prey gagging in the digestive slop.

“Liz,” he rumbled, nuzzling her cheek with his jaw, “I want you to know I'll never eat you...”

“You don't have to keep saying it,” she cut in, “I know you like eating humans, but you love me more than that. If you ate me then it would only mean my trust was rightly misplaced. I wouldn't want to live without you anyway Tal...”

He looked away from her with embarrassment; it was incredibly mushy discussion. Instead he simply folded a wing over her, surrounding the Princess in his natural body heat. A loud gurgle could be heard from under those soft scales lining his paunch, and a faint sound could be detected under that.

“Was that...” she began, and the beast nodded.

“He's begging for you to let him out,” Talurin explained with a wry smirk, “not that he's even really digesting yet. It takes time.” Liz shivered, pressing her palms against the heavy belly with interest.

“How... how long does it normally take to, you know, digest a human alive,” she asked, blushing as she realised how depraved her interest really was. Yet she felt relief, a calming sensation from removing one of the main annoyances in her life. There were so many more suitors who would come try and win her hand...

The dragon smiled down at her. “By dinnertime, no one would notice him if I was walking around the grounds with you. My stomach could be loudly churning up anything, as far as anyone else would know. By morning tomorrow, there won’t be anything left of him. Sometimes it’s a shorter process, depending on how big my meal is. A day, though. That’s about how long it takes.”

“An entire day being digested,” she replied softly, looking at his paunch and how it shifted beneath his scales. “I can’t even imagine how terrible it would be.”

“Well, you’ll never have to experience it with me around, I promise,” he assured her softly, and nuzzled against her chest with his broad snout. “I’ll always protect you.”

Elizabeth giggled, pushing playfully at her dragon’s affectionate touch. “I know, I know. I didn’t know you got so affectionate when your stomach was full.”

Talurin chuckled, his body vibrating against her. She was amazed with how warm, safe, and loved she felt with him. She always wanted to be this close to him, day and night. “Hey Tal?” she asked softly, looking up at him with a warm smile. “We don’t have to keep sitting here like this. We could, get into my bed, if you wanted?”

A similar grin crept across the dragon’s snout, and he didn’t even have to put the smaller girl down while he rolled onto his feet and climbed across the wide mattress. He gently lay her down with her head on the pillows, before taking up the rest of the space himself, coiling his huge, scaly body around her in a wide semicircle.

“Were you not comfortable in my arms?” he asked, his voice low and enticing.

“Of course I was. It felt great,” she replied. “I just...thought maybe you’d be more comfortable here. Since we can’t leave my room, in case someone sees you like this, I was wondering if you wanted to have...a little more fun?”

“More fun? Of course, Ellie. I can watch you play with your dolls, like we used to do when you were little? Is that what you wanted to do?” he asked with a wry smile.

“N-No, you stupid lizard. Of course that’s not what I want,” she replied, giggling softly as a great, rosy blush began to burn in her cheeks.

“Oh? I was sure that’s what you meant,” he teased. “Don’t leave me wondering, Ellie. Please tell me what you want to do with me.”

“Can I...see your cock again?” she asked, her voice meek with embarrassment. Even still, she found that she loved the way her dragon was speaking to her.

Talurin rumbled appreciatively before nodding. “Of course you may. You can see my cock any time you like. It’s yours.”

He stretched out his limbs beside her, the bulge in his belly protesting at the constant movement. It was easier for her now to think of the man inside as just a bulge, a meal, but even she couldn't reduce his existence that far. A part of her sincerely enjoyed knowing Tal could do this to those she asked him to, and her payment for it would be paid through his massive breeding organ. He had no reservations now about showing himself off to her; if she was willing to watch him eat, then what was a little sex?

“You're so handsome,” she commented with a smile, “especially with such a healthy belly.” He grinned and rolled his tongue up over her cheek as a playful response.

“If I didn't know any better I’d say you were developing a fetish for me eating humans,” he replied, and she averted her gaze with a blush.

“Maybe I am,” she teased, “what would you say then?” He rumbled softly and ran a claw down her side.

“I’d eat every last human you commanded me to, my Queen,” he huffed, pushing that belly out so she could see it shift, “I love eating your kind, and if not for my deep love of you, Elizabeth, then you'd be digesting as well.” She shivered visibly and he paused, wondering if he'd pushed it too far, but she leaned in and pressed her ear to his gut.

Deep inside, the duke’s son had gone quiet, perhaps to keep the foul enzymes from filling his mouth. The ever-present squelches and gurgles echoed into her ear, flesh rolling over a live meal to gradually reduce it to nutrients for his perfect body. It was simultaneously terrifying and thrilling, and she kissed the skin gently as he watched her.

“I won't turn back now,” she whispered, “I want you to digest him in any way that lets you enjoy it the most.” She moved back, gazing up into his pleased face.

“I... I'm aroused by your power,” she admitted, “I want you to... to...” She hesitated, and he leaned in to nuzzle up against her cheek tenderly.

“Tell me,” he purred, “don't keep anything from me, my love.”

“I want you to fuck me... to fuck me while you work Marcus over inside you.”

Talurin huffed above her, his breath practically steaming with excitement. Looking down at her, begging for him to take her, made fiery lust flood through his veins. She looked as beautiful to him as any dragoness could. With a grunt, he pushed himself upright and stepped over her, covering her in his dark shadow. Elizabeth’s breath hitched as her huge beast loomed over her. Following his body down from his lusty expression, his stomach looked to sag and sway even more heavily in this position, nearly hiding the tapered tip that was throbbing and flexing its way towards her.

“Gods, Talurin. How can I be so attracted to a dragon?” she asked, her heart pounding in her chest. Slowly, her legs began to spread apart, exposing her most vulnerable place to the horny male she had offered it to. She understood that there was a good chance this would hurt her terribly, but the danger was just a shadow of a thought in her head as her new lover approached.

“The same way I can be so in love with a human,” he replied, his forepaws falling on either side of her head. He gathered up as many pillows as he could between his claws, squeezing them tight to fulfil his need for a mating grip. Leaning his broad head down, he extended his tongue and swiped the tip across Elizabeth’s lips. She gasped at the warm, intimate contact, and in that same second Tal slipped as much of his tongue into her mouth as he could. Her eyes widened as she was suddenly making out with a dragon, his slick organ overwhelming hers, and filling her mouth with his saliva. The slimy fluid had a powerful, predatory taste to it, so much different to her own. It wasn’t long until she found the intensity of the kiss too much to resist, and she went limp against the bed while she moaned into his maw. How could she have known that a dragon would make such a wonderful kisser, and that her first kiss would be so incredible? She couldn’t breath with so much tongue inside her, but in her lusty state the burning in her lungs didn’t even register above the tingling in her lips and in her mouth. She would remember this moment for the rest of her life.

As soon as the dragon’s tongue left her mouth, she drew in a deep gasp of air, nearly sucking in strands of saliva and choking on them. She could see thick cords of clear fluid connecting them, until Talurin licked his snout and smiled at her.

“I hope you enjoy this as much as I do, Liz,” he said softly, leaning in close to whisper in her ear. Her heart was racing as he spoke each word, and she could feel his tongue gently teasing behind her ear. “I’ll go slowly, and I won’t hurt you. Make no mistake, dragons have no concept of marriage. Mating is all we need. I’m going to make you mine, Ellie.”

She visibly shivered, barely able to believe what was happening to her. What she was allowing to happen to her. Nothing about the situation was normal as the dragon who had guarded her bed every night since she was born now stood over her upon it, fifteen inches of glistening reptilian breeding flesh swaying between his legs. The ruby-red length shone with her earlier efforts, and droplets of pre-cum landed on the sheets between her legs as he gazed down at his lover.

The pronounced stomach hanging over her reminded the Princess that one of her suitors was still packed neatly inside. It fascinated her that merely a few inches separated a healthy young man from freedom and a slow death in the guts of her dragon. He didn't seem to be squirming anymore, but it was more likely he was exhausted from fighting the oppressive stomach walls.

“Hear that, little man?” the beast suddenly growled, patting his underbelly with his left forepaw, “the lovely woman you wanted to bed so much is under me now. How does it feel to know you're going to make a nice meal for me while I breed the Princess you lusted for so much?” His growl was low and threatening, clearly enjoying his dominance over the man inside. Elizabeth remained silent; it was not her place to question how her lover wished to enjoy his food. In response, the bulge began to shift about once more.

“He'll start screaming in an hour or two when he truly begins to digest,” Tal huffed, planting his claw back next to her head, “I hope you don't get squeamish.” She blushed hotly, recognising his power and shaking her head.

“He's yours to enjoy,” she told him quietly, “as am I. Now are you going to give your meal more attention than your mate? Fuck me, you monster.” He chortled, and shifted his hips forward before crouching down and letting his heavy shaft flop across her abdomen with a wet slap. Liz couldn't help but gasp in shock at the weight of it, as though a jug of milk had been dropped on her belly.

“If I did that you'd be worse off than him,” Talurin chuckled, gesturing to his gut, “I'm no human, Ellie. You'll need time to adjust... I'm not going to rip the Princess in half just because she wants to be a dragoness. You're the one human I would never dream of hurting.” He smiled at her, licking his muzzle.

“That said, if you want me inside you, you'll have to spread your legs a little wider.”

Elizabeth couldn’t think of any words for her dragon; nothing she could say that could properly express the cyclone of emotion in her head. Lust and fear waged a violent war inside her head, taking control of her body. Her heart was pounding and her lungs filled with deep, panting breaths. There was a distinct wetness between her legs, and when she finally broke her stupor enough to open them, she could see the sparkle in Talurin’s eyes. She rolled onto her back, pulling her hips off up the bed and elevating her sex towards her dragon’s eager gaze, truly offering herself to him.

“Oh, my dear little Ellie,” he huffed, lowering his head towards her. His scaled snout dipped between her legs, and a shudder rippled up through her entire body when she felt his hot breath brush over her sex. Like warm bath water evaporating off her skin, the air chilled the skin around her lips, and made her folds slowly tighten up in front of him. “I can’t wait, either. Let me get you warmed up properly.”

Her eyes stayed half-lidded with lust while Tal huffed against her most sensitive place. He lingered there, teasing her with the promise of more. The promise of getting closer with her, and the two of them becoming one. She just stared at him, letting him do anything he wanted with her. Her heart began to race as she once again saw his lips begin to part, and strands of thick saliva that connected his upper and lower jaws snapped as the distance grew too great. From the opening, his tongue lolled out, moving with a slow, tantalizing dance towards her. She expected him to lean in and kiss her again, but when the flat of his tongue slapped against the inside of her thigh instead, she was momentarily stunned. It felt so hot and slimy against her skin, always moving and writhing while he seemed to taste her. It left a gooey trail wherever it went, and at the moment it was slowly crawling into the space between her legs. She watched the inches between her burning sex and his tongue tip pass with an agonizing slowness, until he suddenly dropped the broad surface over her lips and slurped upwards. His rough taste buds ground across her skin, tugging gently at it and making her gasp as her tight pussy was spread, delivering a jolt of unrecognizable pleasure.

“T-Tal...” she huffed, placing her palms on the end of his snout and gripping the scales tight while he lavished her. The way her tunnel stretched in new and wonderful directions made her suddenly forget everything that they had just been working so hard to build together. She forgot about Marcus churning in the dragon’s stomach, and about his fear of revealing his secret to her. She forgot about how taboo it was for a beast, especially a dragon, to be deflowering her this way. She didn’t care in the slightest, she only wanted to feel more of it. She wanted to see how much of his tongue he could fit inside her, how fast it could move, and how her body could stretch to accommodate it. It wasn’t some dull, tingling pleasure like she had received while curiously and casually playing with herself before. This was an explosion, a burst of light and colour that sparkled just for her. She could see the grin on the dragon’s snout while the wet slurps of his tongue filled the room. She could barely keep her head up to smile back, before flopping back against the pillows.

It was all over before it had even begun, and suddenly she was whimpering with need while the dragon chuckled and savored her juices on his lips.

“Why did you stop?” she asked, lifting her head to look down the length of her naked body to him. He just smirked, and with a grunt lifted himself up. Two large forepaws repositioned themselves on either side of her chest, and she gasped as suddenly the dragon was atop her. She was entirely shrouded in his shadow, and all she could see was his grinning face looming above her, and a huge spire of pink flesh bobbing between his legs. Squatting his hindquarters down low, he slapped his enormous cock between her thighs, wetting her stomach with his lubricants and pre-cum. She had thought he was huge when she had held him, and sucked on the tip, but now he seemed even larger when she knew he wanted to put it inside her. Her lips were still spread and sopping from his tongue bath, but she was worried even that wouldn’t be enough.

“Don’t worry, Ellie. I’ll be careful. Tell me if it hurts too much, okay?” he said with a warm smile, reading the concern off her face. She took a deep breath and smiled back, steadying herself mentally for what was about to come. Her eyes fell once again on the sagging gut of her dragon, and the young man she had sent to stew and break down inside. Just looking at it, even hearing it gurgle and flex, made her shiver with lust. She definitely wanted Talurin to fuck her. She wanted to be his mate, no matter what or whom he ate. He was the perfect male for her.

“I’m ready,” she whispered, her pulse pounding as she watched him move to line himself up.

The dragon was remarkably careful considering his size, acutely aware that he could severely harm the Princess if he was reckless. He dragged the head of his cock backwards, over her belly until it dipped into the crevice between her spread legs. Her moan was evident as his heavy penis came to rest on her lower lips, nuzzling her opening tenderly as he savoured the moment thoroughly. He could feel the man in his belly squirming lightly, but as always the oppressive environment robbed him of energy in the smothering stomach folds.

Normally dragons mated doggystyle, but the beast relished the opportunity to enjoy looking at his mate’s face while he was breeding her. It only took a little force to get the head of his cock inside her; rigid and eager as he was, and as wet and aroused as she was. As the head popped into her and her outer lips squeezed around the underside of his glans, both beings shared a breathless huff of satisfaction. Talurin’s shaft throbbed firmly and spat a thick glob of lubricating pre-cum into her tunnel, a warmth that she could feel dribbling deeper inside her. The scaly male remained there for a few moments, enjoying her look of contentment and luxuriating in the softness of her vaginal opening before he decided to press on.

And press on the powerful drake did, leaning over his Princess a bit more and lowering his hips to work another two inches into her accepting tunnel. With only a quarter of his pride nestled into her body he was already demonstrating more girth that any human male, yawning those unused lips into a satisfying O shape with his impressive width. Elizabeth groaned, unused to having anything inside her, let alone a dragon. She already felt like she might be full, but it was merely a mark of inexperience as he growled lightly in lusty pleasure.

“How do you feel,” he grunted, flexing his organ inside of her so she could feel the upward pressure on her clit. Her body tensed at the simulation, but she managed to reply regardless.

“It's... a lot...” she muttered, “but it feels so good. Warm, and... slimy... but like it belongs. I don't know if I can take all of you but... Gods above, I really want to.” She blushed, looking down at how much of his ruby red dragonhood was still exposed to the outside air, and shivered. She very much doubted her father had considered this when he'd made his deal with her guardian.

“You’re so tight...” he growled, tightening his claws into the mattress. The briefest thought against tearing up the sheets crossed his mind, but when he started to draw himself back out of her sex all conscious thought left him. He curled his claws and tore the bedding to shreds, groaning lustfully as his little Princess clung to his cock like a vice, and demanded it stay inside her. “It’s been so long...since I felt anything close to this good.”

His entire, gigantic body quivered as his shaft slipped out of her, a quiet squelching filling the background as his slippery shaft left her body. The emptiness that followed in his wake seemed just as pleasurable as him filling her, reminding her of just how huge he was as her inner walls collapsed back down to their normal shape. Another thick shot of pre-cum was forced into the gap, squishing between her walls and spreading his juices around inside her. When the next thrust came, another two inches went with it, until he was tucked as far in as he could be without breaking her cervix down. They both gasped in unison as his sensitive slit ground against her untouched barrier, and Elizabeth began to grab up scraps of her bedding and tear at them just as eagerly as Tal was.

“H-How are we going to explain this to the servants?” she asked, laughing breathlessly. It already felt hard to breathe, as if the tip of his cock was pressing up against the underside of her lungs. He wasn’t nearly deep enough to do it, but she had to wonder how it would feel to have him so deep inside her. She would be gravely injured if it happened, but she bet he could do it.

“We can...tell them I had a stomach ache,” he growled in response, shutting his eyes and snarling. The human in his stomach had found a second wind, and was now stretching the walls with his arms and legs once more. A firm squeeze from his gut kept him in line, and delivered a remarkable burst of pleasure through his body. It slipped along his spine, to the tip of his tail, and all the way back up into his crotch, where it seemed to sit there and tingle before he expelled it as a thick spurt of pre-cum deep into his mate’s passage. He soaked her barrier, some of that hot, slick pre slipping past and into her womb. She could feel it enter and soak her walls, making her entire body clench tighter around him. Her body was relentless, so eager and needy for more of his shaft. The deeper he went, the less she was able to speak, and yet the incoherent noises she made were so much better at narrating her desires. He barely had a quarter of his cock inside her, but it sounded like she wanted so much more. Tal was going to give it to her, but he couldn’t let his lust overwhelm him. He wouldn’t be able to handle hurting her by mistake.

“I want your womb...” he growled, and brought a forepaw up to her stomach and laid it down across her, holding her in place as he readied his hips. His cock throbbed again, forcing her tunnel wider and filling her passage with an abundance of pre-cum. He was sure that she was just as wet as he was, but his volume was so much greater than hers. He was going to stain this bed with his fluids, and probably ruin her mattress, too. “It’s going to hurt a little...tell me if it feels like it’s too much...”

Elizabeth grit her teeth and nodded quickly. Looking up at the expanse of his large gut, the Princess was able to really appreciate the impressiveness of her lover, and how unnatural it was for a human to be having sex with a feral beast. Clutching the sheets, she felt Talurin’s shaft slide back out of her until just the plump tip sat within her body, and then felt the direction reverse as he hunched over and slammed his massive spire brutally against her barrier.

The young woman cried out in mind-numbing shock and pain as her lifelong protector savagely broke through her inner wall, and forced the head of his breeding organ two inches beyond. He growled in deep, predatory lust as the heat of his chosen mate’s fertile womb surrounded his glans, and the man in his stomach thrashed desperately as his gut tightened around him from the pleasure. With a satisfied huff, the powerful dragon gazed down at his matel, seeing her heavy breathing as she struggled to deal with being fucked so deep.

“Are you okay, Ellie?” Tal grunted with concern, watching as she looked at him with a small smile.

“You’re a bit big...” she huffed, clenching hard around the invading shaft, “but don't you dare pull out... I just... need a few moments.” She couldn't help but feel submissive as her body recognised that the log of breeding flesh lodged in her cunt couldn't be stopped by her comparably weak body. This was like nothing she'd ever experienced; raw, sexual intimacy with a dragon, who was busy turning one of her suitors into little more than nutrients under her suggestion. If anyone walked in at that moment, her reputation and life would be ruined. Even so, there was nothing she wanted more than to be beneath this huge, terrifying stud.

Looking down, Elizabeth saw the bulge in her belly where her dragon was stuffing her full, and the rest of his huge cock that was simply too big to cram all the way up inside her without serious internal damage. A small sigh escaped her lips, slightly unhappy she couldn't satisfy him to the hilt, but as her pussylips strained around his shocking girth and her cervix stretched uselessly around his fat cockhead, the royal woman knew that was likely a blessing.

“I'm ready,” she told him quietly, running a hand over his squirming belly, “mate with me Tal. Make me your Queen. Make me a mother if you can.”

Talurin shifted on his feet, shuffling them apart to better position his hips for his finishing blows. Her body was stretched so tight around his cock that he was worried she might split in two at any moment, but he wouldn’t deny her of this. She wanted it as much as he did now, and he knew she would never let him live it down if he stopped in concern for her. She wanted to make her dragon cum inside her, and at the rate she was squeezing him, he wouldn’t be lasting long anyway.

“Elizabeth, you’ve become such a strong, beautiful woman,” he said softly, his voice a sensual whisper. “The only thing that could make me love you more, is a clutch of my eggs inside you. You’re going to make such a wonderful broodmother.“

Before she could reply or tease him for being sappy, her brain was scrambled by the rapidly thrusts of her mate inside her. His head pulled out of and slammed back through her cervix, making it harder and harder for her body to resist him. He pushed deeper into her womb with every thrust, slopping his warm pre-cum further and further back into her chamber. His entire body tensed and rippled above her, every muscles working to properly impregnate her. Even if his seed wouldn’t take her eggs, it was wonderful to see him trying so hard for her. Her hands fell away from his stomach and back to her sides, weakly grasping at what was left of her sheets as she was rutted. Tal’s scales glimmered above her in a mesmerizing pattern, the flickering lights half hiding and half emphasizing the bulge in his gut. It was easy to see the way his added weight swung with his thrusts, but the shiny coat of scales made it all look like one long, flowing sheet in front of her lust-addled eyes.

Pleasure was welling up inside her body at an incredible rate, overwhelming her senses until all she could think about was the stimulating shape and impossible size of her dragon’s maleness as it pummeled her sex. There was nothing different, physically, between her and the human that Talurin had decided to eat. Nothing different between her and the humans he had eaten before. Instead of eating her, however, he wanted to fuck her. It was so arousing a thought that it made her eyelids flutter and her tunnel clamp down around him. She cried out as she came, squirting her fluids around his oversized cock and sending them drooling down over his balls. He growled long and low as her body’s orgasm encouraged his own, and suddenly she noticed his cock pulsing violently inside her. He shoved forward as hard as he dared, not nearly enough to hilt himself, but enough to ensure that she was stuffed to the brim with his cock. With her stomach bulging slightly, and the back wall of her womb stretched around the head of his shaft, the huge dragon came inside his little human mate.

It took everything Tal had not to keep going, to keep his shaft exactly as deep as it was, and not let the overwhelming pleasure distract him. He never wanted to ruin this moment, this perfect moment when he was filling up his mate with fertile seed. It didn’t matter that she was a human and he was a dragon. A female was a female, and a womb was a womb. If there were suitable eggs inside her, his sperm would find them.

Elizabeth clutched the sheets tightly as her belly swelled, the sheer amount of thick dragon semen being unloaded into her causing a pronounced bulge of her own. His balls were huge and well-gifted with a sizeable quantity of fertile sperm, all of which he was determined to empty into his lover. Each dull throb of his hefty nuts was followed by a contraction of his stomach that left the Duke's son under considerable stress, his screams reduced to a muffled squeak that could be heard by the Princess below. Life spilled into her womb while it was robbed from the unfortunate man within that merciless gut.

“F... fuck, Tal,” she gasped as his penis began to slide out of her cunt under the sheer pressure his backlog of hot cum was creating inside her. Her womb hadn't been made with a dragon in mind, and as he popped free of her she trembled as that fat organ flopped back atop her abdomen. It continued to shoot sloppy streams of ejaculate across her breasts and midsection until her beloved beast was well and truly drained, and she was soaked to the bone.

He stood over her, gasping from the climax, cock slowly shrinking back into its sheath while dragging across her gaping pussy lips. Her torso was a complete mess, and the reptilian male eyed his handiwork with satisfaction. Sitting back on his haunches, Talurin smiled down at her with a content gaze.

“You were wonderful, Liz,” he purred with deligh, “I would be proud to call you my mate.” She gazed up at him, tall and handsome, a symbol of pure power and the being she'd been closest to all her life. The bulge in his underbelly was no less visible, and she could see it shifting a little from the occupant's struggles. Her pussy ached now that it wasn't being ravaged by his girth, and she could feel the hot ooze of his load leaking out from her used sex.

“That was... incredible...” she breathed quietly, “Gods above, I thought... I thought I would be ripped in half. Your cock's so big!” He smirked proudly, and ruffled his wings.

“You flatter me, Ellie,” he rumbled, and she smiled up at him. Her eyes directed down to his stomach, busy working on the live meat within.

“He's... not dead yet,” she muttered, not really as a question but a statement.

“Indeed,” the dragon informed her quietly, “but maybe not for too much longer. He would be in quite a poor state, and breeding seems to be harder on my prey than it is on you.” She shivered at his words, so casual about the cruel way in which his body was reducing a nobleman to basic nutrients. Sitting up a little, she rested her back against the headboard and nodded.

“Does it feel good?” she asked, rubbing her belly slowly as it relaxed to a more normal size. At the same time, copious amounts of pearly dragon seed poured out of her sex and over her legs and feet.

“Yes,” he admitted honestly, “it's in my nature to enjoy my prey. A prisoner or a Duke's son, it doesn’t matter; they all digest the same.” A few moments of silence passed between them, before she rolled onto her hands and knees and crawled up to him.

“Curl up around me, Tal,” she request, “I want to listen.” The dragon seemed taken aback for a moment, but then smiled and sprawled out beside her, using his tail to complete a loop around her body. Folding a wing over her, the feral beast waited a moment until he felt her head come to rest against his underbelly. Tucking her up tight against his gut, the large male thrummed happily and rested his head on what remained of the pillows.

He had everything he needed; a lover, a home, and a reliable source of food.

What more could a dragon want?