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You're very pretty. I bet that fur is soft!

Ohhhh gosh well that's really nice of you to say!

That was how it began. Layla never thought she'd catch the attention of such a handsome dragon. The big, four-legged kind, even! She was too shy to put much out there on her dating profile. Just a modest pic or two, something that didn't make her seem too chubby. Yet that was enough to get her bouncing messages back and forth with that quadruped stud. She wondered how he typed, but was too polite to ask. They'd grown closer and more intimate over a few days, teasing, snapping photos, and more. When his next message came, she all but pounced on her phone.

I want to knot your spade.

It was entirely unprompted. He could be ever so blunt about what he wanted. It just made her feel nice to know he was thinking about her. They'd come so far in such a short time. From gently flirting, they exchanged more and more messages and pictures alike. It was to the point that she found herself getting all flustered and blushy whenever she heard her message notification going off. She made sure to keep the volume high so she'd never miss one. Her glossy black sex was nicely slick just reading those words - and then reading them again, and again, just imagining how it'd feel to have that huge dragon inside of her.

The reveal of her rather unique pussy was always a point of particular contention for her whenever she matched up with someone. She thought about putting it right in her profile itself just so it wouldn't be a surprise, but that seemed far too forward. It wasn't even that people often showed any sort of hesitation about that plump, dark cookie she sported, but her canine cunt was still a source of shyness for her nonetheless. Which made her all the more turned on when someone was that direct about wanting to fuck her. She scrambled to send her reply as quickly as she could once she recovered from the stunning effect of reading it.

When?

His response took seconds.

Now.

Layla fretted for a few moments. Her place could use some tidying. Plus, she wasn't wearing anything nice. Would he even fit in the door? She wasn't sure exactly how big he was. Could he even fit through the front door? Did she need to move some furniture around? That was all assuming she accepted. He was waiting for her response. Part of her told her she should be careful inviting a real dragon over to her house, but everything else was convinced she'd never forgive herself if she passed up such an opportunity. She sent her address.

Be right over.

She wondered how much time she had. Maybe she should have asked for a time, but something told her it was already too late. He was on his way. She scrambled around, looking for something cute to wear. And her hair! It was a mess. Through it all, she found herself madly wagging her tail, too excited to keep it still. That was beyond her control. What she could do was throw on one of her nice-ish dresses and groom herself a little, so she was at least presentable. He probably didn't have to worry about the same. He was a dragon. That meant he was as handsome as could be as soon as he woke up in the morning. And she was really going to get to meet him. For real.

It was obvious when he was close. She could feel him. The tremors were subtle, but they were there. Rushing to the door, she opened it before he could even knock. There he stood, leaning down to duck his head under the doorframe. They were face to face. For all the photos of him she'd already seen, being right there, inches away from his intimidating visage was enough to make her gasp and leap back as if dodging a blow. Illia just offered her a pleasant smile.

"You're even cuter in person. May I come in?"

She was so busy staring at him that it took several awkward seconds for his words to even register. Only then did she give some eager, slightly embarrassed nods.

"Of course! Um. I think you'll fit!"

Maybe it was rude to point out his size to him, but it was only practical. Glancing back, she dashed over and shoved the coffee table aside so he'd at least have the living room to sprawl out in. His head was going to scrape the ceiling at his full height, but he was content to crawl through her door, with a little squeezing and squishing of that great blue and yellow heft. Once he was inside, he closed her door with his tail and further offered that charming smile. It gave her a pretty good look at his teeth.

That sense of looming danger was the kind of thing that made her heart thump in the best of ways. She was already wet. Maybe he could catch her scent if she wasn't careful. Shuffling to the back of the room, she gave him plenty of space to crawl and then rise up to his feet once more. He wasn't quite as massive as he initially appeared, somehow or other. There was room enough for him and her alike. She just wasn't sure where to start.

As much as she wanted to just stride right over there and run her fingers along his scales, she hesitated. He didn't hold back in looking her over, scanning up and down with such an obviously lusty look in his eyes. She didn't even have to undress to get him horny. He was already starting to firm up, starting to push from that sheath to reveal the knotted blue spire to go along with those gold-scaled nuts. She couldn't help but peek around the bulk of his body to get a better look. It wasn't the first time she'd seen it of course, given all their messages, but it was the first time she could sniff the air and soak in his richly enticing aroma. Such a treat to her sensitive nose he was.

"It's great to finally meet you. There is just so, so very much I want to do to you. Why don't we get started?" he said with a soft, but noticeable growl under each of his words.

It was enough to bring a nervous little whimper out of her. And enough to make her absolutely drench her panties, too. God, she was so wet she could have sworn she was in heat. She curled her toes, she bit her lower lip, but she didn't move. She couldn't. His aura, his presence was simply too powerful. He had to reach out and curl a foot around her, gently dragging her beneath him so she could kneel in front of that stiff dragon cock. She wagged as she watched it swelling and filling out, dripping, throbbing - all for her.

"Wow ..." she murmured, mostly to herself, but he heard her.

"Think you can take it?" he rumbled.

"I think so ..." she began, then when that didn't sound confident enough she curled her fingers into her palms and put on a determined face. "I can do it."

"Good girl."

With those two words she was blushing twice as hard all of a sudden. She wanted to ask how he knew how sensitive she was to such a term, but it was obvious. All subby dogs loved that. Also - she told him she loved it. So there was that. Either way, she was happy he remembered. Happy enough to lean closer and closer, sniffing her way down his swelling cock until she finally found her spot right near the tip. It was time to start slurping.

She wasn't sure what turned her on more - the taste of his precum on soaking into her tongue, or the deep, guttural groan he gave as she slathered him up in wet doggish licks. It came very naturally once she got over that initial hurdle. He had hardly been in her home for a full minute and she was already cleaning the juices off his cock. She didn't feel a hint of shame for it. There she was, that humble chubby husky, and she'd caught his attention. She was going to relish in that for as long as she could.

Getting him growling was as satisfying as it was intimidating. She had to remember that she was alone with a dragon she barely knew. He'd been ever so polite to her, in a horny kind of way, but that was back when they were only exchanging messages. This was something else. Yet why would she be in any danger when she was such a good dick-licker? Of course, he wasn't going to be satisfied with her simply running her tongue all over his cock all night, even if she would have been happy to keep going. She was going to have to try harder.

Getting a dick the size of her arm in her mouth was no easy prospect. But she was better at this than her shyness might have implied. It wasn't like she'd never been with some big guys before, if never anyone quite like him. She was just going to have to show him how talented she really was. That meant kissing him on the tip, and ever so slowly spreading her lips around his cock, a little at a time. She knew it was best not to rush it when she was dealing with that much girth.

Once she got over her initial hesitation, everything just came so naturally, went so smoothly. She was good at this. He was big, but she managed to slowly fit him into her mouth and push him towards her throat without so much as shuddering. She could swallow with the best of them, as long as she took it slow. Gently easing that pulsing spire into her throat, she gulped hard and let all those juices pour right into her soft white tummy.

"Mmmmm, that's it. Be my good little cocksucking bitch."

The forceful, punchy emphasis he put on that word was exactly what she needed. She'd already confessed how much she liked being called that. He used it perfectly. She was going to reward him for that, diving down on his shaft a little further, sniffing and suckling her way right towards his knot before slurking back up so she could gasp for a few seconds. That left a stream of juices pouring down into her cleavage, or over her dress. It was going to smell like dragon dick for a while. So was she.

While she went for another slide down his cock, she stretched her arms up so she could stroke and fondle all over his juicy balls. The layer of light scales on them gave them so many excellent textures to admire. His shaft bulged in her throat, but she didn't complain, she just kept swallowing and groping him while she sucked and bobbed away, barely remembering to come up for air. It tasted too good to deny herself that flavour for even a moment.

Somehow she managed to get the occasional gasp in between long, lunging sucks. She was springing up and down on her knees, wearing herself out with the force of her plunges. Illia must have known she couldn't last forever like that. He went ahead and helped her out. It was a subtle motion for him, but for her it was devastating. Easing his hips down, he gave a slow thrust down her throat, taking the first steps to slickly, messily fuck her face.

"Ohhh, fuck," he outright snarled. It made the fur stand up right down her spine. The low, seductive tone of his next words helped calm her right down. "You're very good at this, Layla. Such a good girl."

The rumble of his voice rolled right through her whole body. It rattled her, in the best of ways. She was drooling for him as he mashed that musky taste into her palate. Her eyes were watering as she marinated in him, but she loved it. He never overwhelmed even her sensitive nose. Nor did he make her choke, even while he started steadily pumping back and forth, stuffing her to absolutely bulging with that fat dragon dick stuffed firmly down her tightly undulating gullet.

Making him spit that much precum was already satisfying enough. She brimmed with pride knowing she was making that dragon feel good. Yet the harder he fucked her face the thicker those juices got, and the more that dick started twitching and going taut, flexing, pumping, spitting straight down into her belly. She swallowed hard and kept her lips tightly wrapped around all that dragon meat, which about all she could do in those moments. He got more and more dominant, more aggressive even. She had no idea how she was holding up to it all. He just brought something special out of her. He made her the best subby bitch she could be, leaving her streaking and soaking her thighs with the sheer excess lust pouring from her plump black dog pussy.

He was really going to do it. She could feel his cock filling out, his knot swelling up against her lips. There was no way she could swallow that, but kissing it was almost as good. Smooching at that fat bulb, feeling those stimulating ridges plunging into her throat, she palmed clumsily at her sex, smearing her hand in her own lust while the dragon's balls swelled out, pumped, pulled up tighter and tighter to his body, and finally started rapidly flexing to give her one last warning of what was coming. The growling bellow that rose up from within the pleasured dragon's belly was enough to shake the horny dog's entire home.

She felt the warmth emanating through her entire being, she heard the splatter of that thick jizz hit her in the back of the throat, blasting her back with the sheer force, and she was too stunned to even start gulping right away. It quickly proved a necessity unless she wanted to drown in dragon cum. There were worse ways to go. Chugging that thick cream straight from the hotly pumping tap, she drank until her belly swelled and her throat welled up with the excess. She was a fountain of spunk soon after, drooling it, feeling it leaking from her nose, overwhelming her senses with the pure blazing musk that had absolutely enraptured her.

Flopping down to the floor, she splattered in the puddle of his cum, soaking and swimming, absolutely marinating in his scent. It was precisely what she needed to smell like. He gave a few more shots across her body, turning that dress translucent. She couldn't even peel it off of herself. He was going to have to help her, something he was happy to do with the help of a curled claw slicing smoothly through the sodden fabric without giving her so much as a scratch. It was already ruined anyway.

Newly naked, she got to show off just how drenched she was for him. Illia sniffed her a few times, then gave her a lick. He didn't mind the taste of his own cum. From there, he moved down to get his great big muzzle between her thighs, nosing and nudging against her pussy. That was enough to make her squirm, to make her clench and flex those muscles, inside and out. Her tail pounded against the floor, squelching in all the excess cum, and Illia just crouched there huffing in her needy scent.

"Your pussy's so wet. Are you in heat for your dragon, Layla?" he warmly asked her.

It felt like it, but that might have just been how achingly horny she was for him. The best she could give for an answer was a whimper. Maybe she really was. A slow, desperate nod on her behalf made him grin.

"Good girl. Let's make you the breeding bitch you're meant to be."

He didn't wait for her to be ready. She got no further warning. Snatching her in his claws, he flipped her over and shoved her down on her face, with her cum-bloated belly squished against the floor. It was about to get a whole lot fuller. Her plump ass and fat black pussy were pointed right at his cock. He wasted no time before mounting her, curling and arching his body into a proper pose to get inside his much smaller partner. Glossing his wet tip against her thick pussy lips, he rubbed and stroked her a few times, glancing off before he found the mark. Layla huffed her worries.

"It's not ..."

"I'll make it fit," he snarled so fiercely she shuddered.

She had no choice but to believe him. He had a grip on the back of her head, keeping her down, forcing her to keep her rump raised up for him while he took her for his mate. The way she was absolutely flooded with her own juices made her think she really was in heat. He was going to knock her up on the very first date. She wanted it so bad. She wanted to be his pregnant dragon slut, his whimpering little pet to worship and serve him in every possible way. That determination kept her from complaining too much when he finally parted those puffy folds and penetrated her sloppy cunt in a single lunging schlick.

"Tight fucking dog ..." came his rumble as he lurched forth, stuffing her, stretching her, filling her to bulging with big blue dragon dick.

A wobble of his balls came as he halted in place, finding her limit after shoving a few more inches inside of her. Then he pushed a little past it, and a little ore. Now it was time for her to start crying out, muffled in her own carpet, feeling like the dragon was going to split her in two at first. Yet it never actually hurt. He knew exactly how to fill her, how to stretch her out without breaking her. Physically, anyway. Just halfway down his dick and she was already starting to drool for him, starting to lose her train of thought as her eyes rolled back and a dumb expression spilled onto her canine features. He hadn't even started thrusting yet.

With that titanic knot kissing up against her juicy sex at last, he finally pulled back with the a succulent slurp of both their juices sweetly mixing together inside of her. Every little motion brought with it an exaggerated slurk as he slipped and slid through her liquid lust on the way to properly fucking that eager husky. Even soft and pumped full of his cum already, her belly still showed a distinct outline of his dick while it throbbed inside her. Every pulse that ran through his many buried inches sent wobbles through her whole body, jiggling her pudge and her tits alike while he braced himself to annihilate her.

That was what it felt like anyway. He was rough. Stroking his claws down his back, he found time to nibble on her while he fucked her, letting her feel the points of his teeth digging into her teasingly while he slammed his cock into that needy doggy cunt. Squishing his knot up against those soft canine folds, he smacked her ass and thighs with his nuts, swinging them with every thrusting, every hammering drive and pound that made her silently scream each time. He'd already fucked the voice right out of her, leaving her with nothing more than a rasping gurgle, gargling all the dragon spunk still in her throat.

Steam rose up from his body as he got the room nice and hot with his draconic presence while he rutted her. For all their size difference, he didn't have to be gentle with her. He fucked her just like she was his own dragoness, slamming, driving, drilling deep into her soft body while she soaked right down to the skin in his excess cum. She was getting smacked around with the blunt force of that knot, not to mention his swinging balls, but she didn't mind one bit. Nor did she mind when he gave her some threatening gnaws, all but chewing on her plush, cushioned body with firm but still careful pressure from his sharp teeth. It was hard for her to tell if it was his dick or his fangy lovebites that were the tipping point for her climax.

It was less an orgasm and more a full-body catastrophe. She let out something like a shriek. It wasn't a dog noise either of them had ever heard. Soon after, she lost herself in wailing for Illia, her scaly new master while her pussy pumped up taut around his dick. She squirted for him like a shot, jetting those ample juices back over his shaft, soaking his knot to a pleasantly glistening blue. Her pumping, squelching, gushing cumshot had her milking him hard. She was going to make him cum.

He gave her plenty of warning this time. First it was a snort, a sharp exhalation of steam while he raised his head up from her flattened frame to gnash his teeth. He had to keep from bumping his head on the ceiling while he thrashed and writhed in pleasure, all because of her. His tail started whipping around, seemingly beyond his own control, knocking over furniture. She heard at least one concerning crash, but all else melted away once he unleashed his roar.

The windows rattled with the power of his triumphant sound while he claimed her for his own, swelling, pumping, faster, hotter, thicker, harder, and then finally unloading in the eager husky slut who adored him and everything he did to her. The power of that sound was going to let all her neighbours know she was getting fucked by a dragon.

Blowing his load inside her, filling her, stretching her, bloating her, cumming in her, he ensured she felt that satisfying tingle of impregnation before he even finished swelling her with his cum. She was certain he was knocking her up right that very moment. There was no way that much seed would fail to take root deep inside her. She was going to have a whole brood for him.

It was going to make her so fat. Maybe even fatter than the plump, inflated belly he gave her while he drained his nuts in her womb. It wasn't long before she started overflowing, streaming at first, then letting thick, hot jets of dragon cum spurt from her when she was truly, ridiculously full. It would have been impossible for her to hold another drop.

Her thighs were still trembling, her lips still quivering, her eyes still rolled back to the point she couldn't see anything at all. Slumping down in the spunk that flowed out of her stretched sex, she drooled on the floor a while, soaking in the musky pool of fresh dragon cream that she simply couldn't fit in her body. She was a balloon, a cum-fattened, groaning, panting mess of dazed husky. Illia ever so slowly pulled out of her, nearly sending her into another orgasm in the process while she twitched and flexed around his dick. She almost didn't want to let it go, but it was up to him what he wanted to do with her. He knew just what she needed.

When he finally freed his cock from her still-clenching cunt, leaving her to gape and spurt, he tended to her with his tongue a while. Long, wet strokes and slurps didn't do much to get her any drier, but he replaced some of his own cum with saliva, at least. The soaking dog sighed dreamily for him while he slowly nudged her over onto her back, letting her look up at his scaled underside while she lay blanketed in his mark. He offered her an extended rumble, like a much more imposing purr.

"You feel that seed taking? You're mine, husky. Just like you wanted."

Flashing her a grin, he gave her a show of slowly licking along his lips and teeth alike. They shone so brightly under the rattling lights. His voice fell a few more octaves, until it was something she felt more than heard. Somehow, she still understood every single word.

"I still want more from you. I want all of you. Everything you can give."

That steady rumble somehow got even louder, even more intimidating. She shrank away from his gaze. It was just too much for her to handle, even if her vision was mostly a blur by then. He licked her again, working up between her thighs, and then all the way to her face. His tongue was even wetter. So was his mouth. It was glistening, adding an attractive sheen to that bright blue mawflesh. She started deeply into it, lost in the curves and contours of his open gullet while it rained steamy hot dragon drool all over her. Even fucked numb and stupid as she was, she knew she was making that dragon hungry.

It wasn't panic that made her squirm when he curled his tongue beneath her bloated body and picked her right up off the floor with the strength of it alone. Slurping her towards his open mouth with her rump sitting snugly on his outstretched tongue, he laid her head near the back of his throat, engulfing her in the overwhelming heat. He took it slow. She wasn't getting away. Layla didn't resist. She knew if the dragon wanted to devour her, he was going to get exactly what he wanted. It felt good to be wanted that much, no matter how permanent it was going to be.

"Mmmm, Layla," he outright moaned between slurps and rich, squishy suckles on her wriggling body. "You're just so juicy. Morsel like you is made for getting swallowed by a dragon. I'm going to enjoy having you in my gut. And ..."

He had to pause then just to slurp down some of the excess saliva she was making him produce. The heavy glllp echoed up around her, overwhelming her with the sound. There was something just so arousing about it, something that made her huff and shiver while her wrecked sex flexed up tight once more. She was getting horny at the thought of being inside him. And just in case she might have assumed a dragon would be merciful to her once she slipped down his throat, he made sure and spelled out precisely what was going to do to her.

" ... I'm going to enjoy digesting you even more."

"Nnh ..." came her reply.

She swore the way he emphasized that word, almost spitting it at her like that, it almost made her cum on the spot. He squished her up against the roof of his mouth with his tongue and just held her there a while, as if squeezing the juices out of her. His throat was always there, beckoning to her, but he didn't consume her just yet. First, he had to harvest every last drop of precious husky flavour from her plush and plump form.

He slathered her up, squeezed her from cheek to cheek, let her legs dangle from his mouth where they crested over his teeth. Sometimes he even nibbled or gnawed on her, kneading her with his fangs but never harming her. He wanted that pretty, cum-stuffed puff of a dog sliding down his gullet whole, and Layla couldn't do anything more than moan for him all the way.

Finally, the moment came. The point of no return loomed closer and closer while he pushed at her rump with his tongue, sliding her towards his open throat. She gasped when she felt that slick, fleshy tunnel embrace her. It held on tight. He wasn't letting go. With her face engulfed in his throat, Illia slowly tilted his head straight back, letting the husky slip and slide towards her fate.

Gravity was not on her side, but he worked those powerful throat muscles to keep her from plummeting straight down to his gut. Instead she got an extended peristalsis massage kneading in on every single one of her muscles one by one as she got wrapped up in the wet tunnel that was the dragon's gullet.

From squeezing over her pretty face and the dazed expression she wore, to her shoulders and then her lovely tits, then down to her sloshing belly, he kneaded her inwards one curve at a time. There was so much of her worth enjoying. It felt so good to swallow her that his dick stood up against his underside once more. She would have been pleased if she saw that, but she was busy disappearing between his teeth. He clacked his jaws shut once her paws were safely tucked away in his blue maw. There was nothing left to do but to swallow her down and let his body start working on his juicy form.

Accelerating the process with a toss of his head, he shook her deeper into his throat and tightened all those muscles up around her. It was enough to briefly squeeze the breath out of her. She felt like she was going to be crushed, but instead she slipped swiftly straight down into the overwhelmingly humid darkness that awaited her below with a powerful ULLP.

The air just got thicker the further she descended down Illia's long, bulging throat, but she could still breathe plenty. He wasn't about to let her simply suffocate inside him. Not when she still had so many squirms left to give him for his enjoyment and lustful pleasure alike.

His cock was absolutely throbbing, spitting precum up along the yellow scales of his belly by the time she finally descended fully into his stomach, sagging and stretching him out with her weight. Some of that came from all the cum he'd pumped into her before eating her, of course.

She was a solid, shapely belly-stuffed swaying back and forth, jostling, sloshing while she settled into the slick and slimy confines of that digestive chamber. It was tame for the moment, but it was already starting to make some noise. A few groans and squelches to start was her first hint at what was to come. That pretty doggy was getting digested by a dragon that very night.

Illia had her home all to himself for as long as he wanted. Of course, it didn't exactly fit him. He straightened his back, lifted his head as high as it could go without bumping the ceiling, and proudly belched the taste of that delicious canine back to his tastebuds for a few fleeting seconds. His gut tightened up around his prey accordingly, hugging her so tightly that she had to use some muscle just to squirm for him.

It would have been easy to just sink down and submit to the digestion to come, or to pass out prematurely, but she refused to just give in. Maybe it was a pride thing, or maybe some part of her found it inexplicably arousing to get so utterly, thoroughly dominated that she was going to be a part of him for good.

Once the sounds really started, Layla was treated to a splurching symphony of digestive noise that echoed around the fleshy chamber hugging her tight. She worried at first that it might hurt, but when those juices soaked past her fur and into her skin, she felt no worse than a tingle. It quickly numbed over once it really got going, bubbling and frothing while it started to melt her into something the hungry dragon could smoothly absorb into his digestive system. Every noisy churn brought her a little closer to being part of her.

It wasn't just a meal he got out of swallowing her. It got him hard. While she was still writhing around inside him, overwhelmed in the humid, acidic darkness, he curled up around himself like a cat so he could grind his cock against his gut. The more she sloshed and sank down into the juices all around her, the more aroused he got. She felt herself weakening, parts of her going completely numb. Whether that meant she just couldn't feel anything or they were gone wasn't clear, but the stiff dragon dick grinding in against her seemed to accelerate the process, helping to break apart her softening self. It wasn't going to be much longer.

While she softened and simmered down to mush and chyme, Illia humped at the diminishing outline of his prey with all the more fervour. His growls filled the entire house. His snarls shook the windows. And the end result was his balls churning up another fat cumshot for him to pump right across his stuffed belly. He painted the fading silhouette of the husky with fresh dragon jizz, taking such pleasure, such excitement from digesting her. The glrrrrn of his gut drowned out any other noise for a while as his scales dripped, glossed up in his spunk, and the husky inside him was finally still. It was time for a predator nap - the most satisfying kind.

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When he awoke, it was still the middle of the night. That suited him just fine given what came next. Nudging at his gut with his snout, he got a bit of a slosh but nothing solid. No more husky. She'd been stripped down and melted into chyme over the course of a few hours, added to the heft of the dragon who had devoured her, living as some padding on his belly and some extra shine in his scales. He'd pumped her through her intestines, absorbing every last bit of her that was remotely useful to him, and all that remained was to drop her off in her new resting place.

Just crouching down and doing it right there was tempting, but that seemed too crude for a beauty like her. Layla at least deserved to fertilize some grass. He hauled himself up and admired the extra wobble on his underside while he walked towards her door. Thankfully, the husky's humble home came with a decently-sized backyard that offered him plenty of space and relative privacy. As long as no one looked out their windows. They were probably all asleep at that hour, meaning he was free to lift his tail, squat down, and give some satisfied grunts as he started to shit that former husky out.

Everything Layla had been was little more than thick, solid logs packed with her splintered, pulverized bones like chalk, along with tufts of her ruined, dirtied fur. It was hardly clear that the heavy mess pushing from under Illia's tail used to be a husky. He squeezed her out with the occasional huff of admitted pleasure until she was a coiled mound of solid dragon waste. With his eyes half-closed, he tossed his head back and grunted his way through log after log, letting them break off and accumulate until he was finally done. A few more heavy squeezes to get the very last harder pieces out of him and there she was, a soft, fuckable husky transformed into an impressive pile of fresh dragon shit on the grass.

Illia wasn't going to get to fuck and breed her again, but that one-time indulgence was even better. He'd been planning to do that to her all along anyway. Ever since he first laid eyes on her pictures, in fact. That was the danger of dating dragons. Sometimes they fucked you stupid and knocked you up on the first date. Other times they swallowed you whole and dumped you in your own backyard. It was a lesson Layla had thoroughly learned, for all the good it did her now, jiggling on Illia's gut and steaming on the grass beneath the stars as he strolled away to move onto his next meal.