Getting to the Point
Is there anything purer than the love between a young anthro-tiger and his feral-dragon pet? Probably. Especially when that love is expressed in the most carnal ways possible, for hours on end, and described in great detail.
This is smut with only the barest hints of plot, I hope you enjoy it.
The constant exertion left me panting and gasping for breath, tongue hanging out of my short muzzle as I drooled slightly onto my chin fur, until with a sharp inhalation my orgasm overtook me. Spunk fired out of the tip of my feline member, arcing out to splatter against the fabric below, while my stripy rump squeezed down around the dick that was still only halfway inside my rump. I let out a calming breath as my dragon continued to work himself deeper, my shaft still jolting and spurting beneath me, as I clenched and unclenched my paw pads against the soft pillows.
Dark's soft belly scales rubbed along the underside of my tail as he sat back on his haunches, his thick draconic cock flexing within my ass, the ridges that circled its length rippling against my insides. With a long grinding thrust he was finally hilted, leaving me feeling an almost unbearable and incomparable sense of fullness, the length and girth stretching and spreading my ass to its limit. A groan escaped my lips, the only sound I had made besides laboured breathing since Dark had started that first tectonic thrust.
The dragon gave a few experimental screws and jerks with his hips, attempting to force more of his impressive tool into my depths, gradually working my tailhole around the slit at the base of his shaft. Not finding any additional purchase, Dark settled for a moment, content to let his throbbing member ooze a slimy load of dragon pre into my gut. My untouched tiger dick was still drooling spooge due to the constant and firm pressure on my prostate, and would be left leaking until Dark was finished breeding me, or my balls had emptied themselves entirely.
Finally satisfied he could push no further into my grasping passage, Dark began to draw his way out of my hole, gripping at my sides as he pulled himself free. Each ridge that popped out washed a wave of pleasure across both of us, dragon claws pricking into me as my own dug into the pillows, until with Dark around half-way out we were both quivering softly. The drag out was much quicker than the seemingly endless initial press into my rear, and in no time at all only his tapered tip was left inside me, continuing to dribble a stream of pre into my squeezing backside.
Dark let out a chuff and repositioned himself, his front legs coming down on either side of my shoulders and his powerful hindquarters lifting himself onto all fours above me. I braced myself on knees and elbows in attempted preparation, though previous experience beneath my dragon suggested this would be an ultimately futile gesture. Sure enough his first real thrust left me flat on my front, my limbs buckling under the sensation and my body pressed down by the force. Two feet of dragon cock ploughed through my pucker in the blink of an eye, every thick ridge leaving my ring spasming, my innards pummeled by the rapid stuffing.
Squeezed between two cushions in the pile beneath me, my dick twitched and jerked, pushed to the very edge of a second orgasm. With a desperate humping I splattered my second load of the night between the pillowy cheeks, coating the fabric channel with gooey dribbles of jizz. I hissed out a curse, knowing that having orgasmed twice before my dragon had even gotten going was bound to leave me sore before he was finished. I had little time to consider my predicament as I felt Dark shift behind me, readying for what I knew would be a marathon session of tiger stuffing.
Dark moved into a crouch over my prone form, forepaws pressing down against my shoulders, his powerful hind legs beginning to rut himself into me. Every powerful stroke ploughed the full length of his huge shaft under my tail, and drove me further into the mass of pillows below. His thrusting was firm but measured, a metronomic pumping of his shaft through my stretched passage, forcing himself to keep his more brutal instincts in check. Each buck forward worked my well trained pucker further open, forcing my opening to yawn ever wider against the constant assault.
Without even the slightest faltering in the pace or rhythm of his fucking, I felt Dark unleash a torrent of his potent draconic essence, the power and heat of each jet against my insides leaving me in no doubt of his release. Almost immediately my belly began to gently bulge with the copious size of the load that was filling me, the huge girth momentarily preventing any leakage, despite how stretched and gaping I knew my tailhole was. Pressure quickly built at the very core of my being, a pleasant warming strain against the innermost walls of my gut, dragon jism sloshing and churning against my walls.
Still thrusting with vigour despite the force of his first release, Dark shuffled his way higher along my body, changing the angle of his entry and spreading my tiger hole wider than even the base of his cock. The seal broken, each stuffing was now punctuated by the wet squelch of cum being forced out of my ass, leaking down to coat my balls and adding to the sticky mess that I had already created on the pillows below. The release of built up seed through my slack ring quickly built to a soppy torrent, before subsiding to a gentle ooze at the apex of each pistoning thrust.
Despite the long preparation; the oils, the toys, the yoga, the booze and even the occasional illicit substance, nothing could compare to a pint of dragon slime coating your insides to really get things moving. Dark was quick to take advantage of the new found slickness, his previously forceful buggering giving way to true draconic ferocity. Every lunge forward was a hammer blow against my rear, each yank free a savage draw against my nethers, the feelings gradually blurring against each other.
With the increased speed of his fucking I could no longer hope to feel each ridge of his dick force me further open, the sensation replaced by a throbbing, building warmth. My attention was instead drawn to the claws jabbing against my back, digging through my fur and pressing hard against my delicate hide, a sure sign that my dragon was utterly consumed with breeding me. I mewled softly, totally submitting myself to the desires of the rampant brute my erstwhile companion had become.
On each outswing I was left empty, the tip of the Dark's cock sliding free, left connected to my loose hole by only thin strands of spooge. With every plunge forward my rear was slapped by heavy swinging balls, and my breath forced out of me in shouts and moans. The snarling beast above me was controlled only by the drive to mate, to breed, to fuck and fill the hole he was pistoning into at a rapid and still increasing pace. I raised my hands to hold against my dragon's trembling front legs, gripping them tightly as I yowled and whimpered, the rough pounding into my gaping entrance growing wilder.
The hammering against my butt was steadily pushing me further into the pile of cushions, my cries gradually being muffled until I simply bit down on the closest pillow, voluntarily muzzling myself. I let my eyes drift closed as I luxuriated in the dull ache emanating from my backside, shifting my tail slightly to feel the matted and sticky fur around my tailbase. A particularly harsh thrust forced a large dollop of dragon cream from my rump, oozing out to coat my taint and balls with yet more thick spunk. Ignoring the soreness and aching of my depths, and despite my vocal complaints and protestations, I could not deny the simple truth. I was in heaven.
My brief reverie was broken by a bestial roar, accompanied by a deep ploughing lunge that left me fully impaled on Dark's member. His shaft jumped and pulsed within me, depositing splurt after splurt of slimy jizz into my depths, his second orgasm dumping an even larger load of dragon goo into me. With the tip of his dick plugged so far up my well used rear, and each jet of spooge being fired even deeper, it took several seconds before his seed began sloshing out around his base. My dragon's balls emptied into me in such quantities and under such pressure that cum began to squirt out over my back and across my inner thighs, matting down my fur with the sticky residue.
Dark flopped limply against my back, the effort of breeding me exhausting him almost to the point of unconsciousness, his cock still firing long ropes of jizz deep inside me. As he landed I was squashed further into the now soaked pillows, my dick throbbing and adding further to the mess, spluttering out the last juice my balls had to give. Even without my dragon's weight holding me down I would have been unable to move, despite my rather passive role I was no less worn out by the fierce mating I had received. Low draconic snores resonated above me, heaving and rumbling against my back, gently lulling and relaxing my tensed form.
As spunk slowly oozed through my innermost crevices and yet more jism drooled out of my slack tailhole, sleep overcame me. I drifted in inky blackness, floating through an impossible nothingness, an abyssal chasm with no end. Time passed in minutes as in hours, hours as in seconds, no sight, no sound to disturb the infinite emptiness. Slowly a figure emerged from the ether, a familiar but shifted visage of my dragon, stood on two legs and with less animalistic features. Dark smiled as he approached, brilliant white teeth catching a light that did not exist, his arms outstretched in an offered embrace.
Propelling myself toward the hunky anthro dragon, barely considering how exactly I was traversing the empty space, I reached out toward him. As the distance closed between us I could more easily make out the details of his body, but before I could begin to appreciate the bipedal adonis my eyes were drawn down to his hands. In the left hand a paper plate piled high with vanilla mousse, in the right a large bowl of custard, each item so incongruous as to leave me utterly perplexed.
Looking questioningly into Dark's smirking face I opened my mouth to ask him what was going on, finding myself utterly incapable to do so due to the large ball gag stuffed between my lips. Without time to consider when and where the gag had come from my dragon was upon me, slipping around to one side and coming to a stop, whispering something unintelligible into my ear. I realised with a sense of helpless dread that his hands were steadily closing on my middle, the plate of mousse pressing towards my fuzzy sheath, the cold ceramic rim of the custard bowl inching its way along my tail.
I stared desperately at my dragon, silently pleading with my eye's for him to stop, whining against the rubbery gag. Even had I not been gagged I would have been unable to explain why I was so deathly afraid of what was about to happen, and judging by Dark's wide grin I doubt he would have listened anyway. The mousse squelched into my crotch with a wet splat, the paper plate grinding its contents deep into my fur, as Dark made sure to liberally coat my crotch. Several large sticky dollops of the slimy substance forced their way into my plumping sheath, the cold goo pooling around my hidden member. At the same time the custard bowl was slowly upturned above my tail, the creamy goo oozing past both sides of my tail, leaking between the cleft of my rump.
As I tried to wriggle away from the sticky assault, it suddenly struck me that I was immobilized, my ankles locked in place and my wrists cuffed above my head. My shackles held me with a wide gait, bent slightly forward at the waist, in a pose designed for maximum exposure. With my front and back both liberally coated with sweet stickiness, the anthro Dark started to molest me in earnest, quickly working a finger up my ass and another into my sheath. The single digit in my rump quickly progressed to two, then three custard coated digits pistoning into my tailhole. All the while the single finger in my sheath gently stroked in and out, rubbing at the head of my stiffening length.
With the fingers of his right hand shoved into my clenching tunnel up to the last knuckle, Dark's left hand gripped firmly around my sheath and balls, squeezing hard enough to make me whimper and stop my squirming. The lone finger in my sheath moved to the tip of my cock and rested there, confusing me momentarily before a second feeling made the dragon's cruel intentions clear. Whispering more incomprehensible nothings into my ear, my dragon pressed his claw tip against the head of my prick, slowly sinking it into the tight opening.
In total shock I clamped my eyes shut, feeling the digits in my rear resume their thrusting and the finger in my sheath savagely cramming its way down my cum tunnel. As each second passed more finger was shoved through my piss slit, and though I constantly expected it, no pain ever came. In fact, it felt good, really good, and before I knew it my stuffed cock was sliding free of its sheath. I twisted my head to look down at the utter impossibility, my member quickly growing to its full hardness, Dark's finger hilted in my spasming rod.
With my eyes open I caught something unexpected in my peripheral vision, tearing my eyes away from the shocking sight of my crotch, I looked up. Surrounding us were a thronging crowd, and my predicament was clearly the centre of their attention. Some stared in shock, others in clear arousal, a few with cameras, most chattering away at their fellow onlookers. My entire body flushed with embarrassment, a hot blush burning across my cheeks, top and bottom. Either oblivious to our audience, or encouraged by their presence, Dark went back to working at my holes.
The rough fingering of my ass was no less pleasurable than the other anal pluggings I regularly received, but it paled in comparison to the sensations bursting from my dick. Every piston of Dark's digit forced four inches of finger into my shaft, loosening my cum hole to an absurd degree. Each knuckle was engulfed lewdly by my tip on the way in, before popping out with a squelch of pre in the other direction. Well before I was prepared for it, the harsh treatment of my kitty cock pushed me up to, and then over the edge
I was going to cum, in front of a hundred people, with a finger stuffed to the last knuckle in my dick hole. Jaw clenched tightly I stared out at the gawking crowd, wanting to scream. My sack bubbled and gurgled, ready to shoot my load. I was gonna cum... So close... Gonna cum... Going... to...
I awoke with a yelp, feeling sharp claws digging into the groove of my ass, roughly yanking my still sticky butt cheeks apart. My rump was being kneaded by Dark's powerful forepaws, a vigorous and amorous massage rousing me from my slumber, and once again presenting my loose opening to the dragon. With a swift movement and a rush of air I felt the tapered tip of his massive shaft press against my abused tiger hole, dragon jaws nipping at the scruff of my neck. As my sloppy hole was claimed roughly by his thick member, cum poured out in equal measure around his rod, bathing my ball sack in the thick cream.
Over the next several hours I drifted in and out of consciousness, two things remaining constant each time I woke, the heavy weight against my back and the deep filling of dragon cock in my gut. Sometimes I would awaken in the middle of savage full length thrusts, other times gentle but persistent grinding and occasionally to a deceptive stillness, punctuated by a hot swelling feeling in my tummy and a gooey sloshing between my furry thighs. With no way of keeping track of the time or the number of times I was bred, the whole experience beginning to feel almost unreal in its intensity and longevity.
Eventually I roused to the feeling of my dragon laid still and quiet above me, his dick well stuffed into my backside, but floppier and softer than its earlier steely rigidness. No cum was being fired into my depths, and without any thrusting motion the half-hard dragon cock was enough to plug my ravaged hole. With a start I felt Dark awaken, and grunting softly he pulled himself up onto all-fours, his weight lifting from my back. In that single smooth motion his length slithered out of my gaping ass, a flood of spooge rushing through my ruined passage and steadily dribbling out of me.
A throaty groan burst from my mouth, my body trying to clamp down on a dick that was no longer filling me, my asshole trying to clench shut to stem the tide of spunk surging through my loose tunnel. I felt my thighs twinge as I tried to kneel, finally freed from beneath the beast that had worked my body so thoroughly and had now left me as weak as a kitten. My efforts were in vain as I slumped vaguely onto all fours, rump raised into the air and head resting on folded arms. Cum trickled down my front and back, leaking into more of my fur, rivulets travelling all the way to my hard nipples. I moaned long and low, the sound subtly transitioning into a satisfied rumbling purr, basking in hours worth of afterglow.
I was still purring when my dragon's snout began snuffling and huffing under my tail, tongue wicking out to lick across my balls and taint, gathering globs of his own jizz into his maw and swallowing hungrily. His tongue bath worked across my slack asshole, Dark's mouth pursing and suckling at my slimy butt, drinking the rivulets of his seed that were still seeping out of me. After a moment the cleaning work continued across my inner thighs, licks and laps working their way down one leg and then back up the other, the questing muzzle eventually returning to pay extra attention to my goo covered balls.
Dark steadily cleaned my rump of hours worth of his own eruptions, slurping up pools of his essence that had puddled on my lower back, then gnawing and suckling drying spunk from my tail fur. Worming his way under me I felt a slobbering around my plump sheath, long drawing laps slurping from just above my hanging sack to the very tip of my firm length. Every lengthy lick sent shivers of bliss running across my body, the feelings instantly trumped as his warm maw began suckling at my tip. Far too soon for my liking, Dark slipped away from my kitty cock, moving on to taste my belly and chest, tongue flicking across my sensitive nipples.
Eventually the fur of my body and around my rear end was largely clean, but as my violated tailhole still oozed a gradual flow of cream, Dark obviously considered his work incomplete. Pressing his snout firmly under my tail he greedily lapped at my sloppy opening, sliding his dexterous tongue beyond my gaping hole to slurp at the sticky dragon paste that was still leaking out of me. The dragon's enthusiasm was rising with each mouthful of his own cum, and what had been gentle nuzzle at my ass was rapidly turning into a concerted burrowing. I had no strength left to fight, my anal muscles having been pummeled into submission over hours of frenzied fucking, and so with a loud shlorp and a keening yowl my dragon's muzzle pushed its way into my rear.
Jolts of pain and pleasure coursed through me, the snout forcing me wider than I had ever been before. With a few inches of muzzle buried into my tailhole I felt his jaws begin to pry me even further open, his tongue snaking out to slurp along my inner walls, hot breath snorting at my insides. I could feel every swallow as my dragon feasted on his jizz, guzzling down the milky loads he had pumped into me over the last few hours. Unaware of or simply ignoring my discomfort, Dark pressed his maw further through my slack pucker, working his mouth open and closed to widen my passage. To my utter disbelief I realised that not only was my cock still hard, but that I was teetering on the verge of another orgasm, utterly beholden to the lavish tonguing against my innards.
My dick bobbed and bucked with every firm lap into my hole, the thick dragon tongue fucking deeper into my ass than even Dark's huge dick could reach, the added flexibility and dexterity creating completely new sensations in the far reaches of my bowels. The dragon's muzzle was now completely engulfed by my gaping rump, his head pressed between my cheeks and my tail batting against his smooth horns. I could only gasp, open mouthed, scarcely able to believe how far I was spread and how deeply I was being tongued.
I was only seconds away from spraying out more cum across the pillows below, the sensations emanating from my ruined entrance a heady mixture of bill and torment, keeping me at the very precipice of ecstasy. Before I could be tipped over that euphoric edge I felt my dragon's ravishing tongue slow and then stop its assault, withdrawing back into his suckling maw. With a final gulping swallow of spooge, Dark tugged his snout free from my yawning hole, leaving my insides cleaned and stretched almost beyond belief. Cool air chilled my passage, causing me to reflexively clench my pucker, my loose tailhole still gaping slackly even as I tried to force myself closed.
As I worried whether Dark had caused some permanent damage, the dragon was obviously more concerned about finding a new source of seed to suckle at, sniffing his way down to my throbbing dick. Shifting onto his back Dark shoved his head between my thighs, and in a single easy motion engulfed the entirety of my comparatively small member between his lips. As the draconic muzzle slurped and sucked hotly at my pulsing member I barrelled ever close to my orgasm, pre leaking from my tip in a constant thin stream. The meagre output not satisfying my dragon he started to milk me harder, his tongue wrapping around and down my length, rhythmically squeezing at my shaft.
Bucking and screwing against the snout below me I felt the beginnings of my release, shuddering as my balls pulled up, ready to shoot my load into the snout pressed against my tummy. Not realising how close I was, or perhaps fully aware but deciding to take no chances, Dark pushed his tongue beyond the opening of my sheath. Spiralling down to wrap around the very root of my cock, the sudden tongue-docking slammed me past the point of no return, cum surging from my spasming balls.
Caterwauling meowls filled the air as my load exploded into Dark's mouth, each jet forced along my constricted rod, the writhing tongue milking me for my sticky juice. As my cum continued to splatter against the roof of my dragon's mouth, his tongue slowly slipping out of my bulging sheath to work against the head of my dick, I fell limp against the dragon's powerful neck muscles. Gradually my flow tapered to nothing, and with a final suck and slurp Dark pulled off my exhausted member, ducking out from beneath my spent body.
Gingerly rolling onto my back I rested for a second, before pushing myself into a seated position atop some of the drier pillows. Looking back over where I was so thoroughly bred it was clear that a large number of the cushions I was still resting on were beyond any hope of recovery, coated and soaked in such volumes of seed that they would be cheaper to replace than to have cleaned. For the first time in what felt like days I cast my eyes over Dark, the hulking horse-sized dragon splayed out on his side, his head turned towards me with what I was sure was a smug smirk.
He had taken me so utterly and completely I doubted I would ever be the same again, more specifically I doubted my rear would ever regain its former tightness. I didn't think the mightily endowed dragon laid in front of me would mind too much, his wide grin persisting as he rolled fully onto his back. His shaft had retracted into his genital slit, but I knew he would already be looking forward to his next chance to mate my tailhole, likely much more accommodating thanks to todays efforts.
"We really need to start doing this outside" I sighed, letting myself fall back onto some of the unspoiled cushions behind me, "Dad's gonna kill us".
To be continued?