Thulea
#1 of 2009-2010 (5 Submissions)
Two dragons meet up for what might be there last romp for a long time.
Something older (and sadly short) I ran through and tweaked for quality's sake. There is probably still issues with it I'll gouge my eyes out over later on when I see them. Anyway, dragons fucking, enjoy!
     "So what have you decided to do with the human's request? He desires you to train him does he not?" the rust and gold skinned male asked of her. He straddled the smaller female resting on her belly below him where he could slide his body across hers. He allowed his the warmth of his scales tease and stimulate her senses by mimicking the old tradition of foreplay common amongst the older dragons. Their combined musk was strong despite the vault's high ceiling and long corridors, which made up the female's guest chamber, the place where she always greeted her more valued guests with the inviting allure of her slit.
    "I sense, as well as you do; no doubt, a small flame within him. He has potential, but not much in the hands of a human mage. I believe that if I put out effort enough that I could squeeze quite a bit of greatness out of him." She replied with a half moan in response to his ministrations. The male smiled as he thought of what else she would be squeezing out of someone as his slit took the hint and swelled. His member began to swell with hot dragon blood with its tip beginning to poke free of the folds.
    "I say make the attempt. However, by whose standards is this "greatness" measured? A dragon's or a humans?" He dipped his pelvis down to graze the tip of his member across her back. He leaked small amounts of precum onto her back and his musky scent began to explode from the powerful aroma of his seed. She inhaled a deep breathe of it and felt her vent tingle and grow moist. Any more teasing and her folds would turn red with blood and grow hot and inviting, the lips spreading slightly to take anything that wished to enter. The thought of being impaled once again by his huge shaft and taking his full load inside her got her wet with need. She bumped her rear up against his belly to tell him to keep going.
    "Then perhaps I shall. I'm sure he will be pleased." He growled and rubbed his head at hers and nuzzled at the aquamarine skin of her neck. The rest of her was a glossy smooth emerald green with flecks of yellow. He knew how pleased he would soon be, too, and his member finally slid free from his slit. He was till limp, but the size was impressive still, and it would not be long before the blood engorged him fully and made him as erect and solid as a statue. He knew all too well how she liked to be mated and he enjoyed it more than she. Out of the many females who would take him into their guest chamber she was the only one who enjoyed being roughly taken by his rigid meat, and despite her size she was the only one who seemed to be able to comfortably engulf his entire shaft. It always surprised him how much of his seed stayed in her belly rather than spilling out in drove as it did with the other females he frequented. Thulea was an excellent breeder and could make countless fine clutches if she ever decided to allow a male to breed her for young.
    Thulea arched her back and allowed herself to be teased by the ever stiffing shaft bumping and sliding across her rear. The blood flowed through both of them and soon her lips were red and willing to take any male and his spear that was willing to answer the call. His rod was erect and bobbed beneath his large frame to slap against his underbelly. He was more than three foot in length, much more than adequate for any male. His pride was often too much for many females and his semen usually spilled forth in such an amount that no womb could hold it all for young. Thulea had not let herself be mated by him in over two months and he was eager to fill her belly with his rod and make her swell with his spunk.
    "Begin, please. If I am to train the boy then I must greet and prepare him. You may not have the opportunity to breed me for quite some time after this chance." He was only mildly surprised at this news. She was obsessive over anything she decided to do and would often shelve other things to make more time and room for her primary objective. Even things such as mating, one of her favored "treats", was tossed to the side to be ignored.
    "Then I will have to mate you all the more fiercely to make up for time that I will be spending outside your slit." He grinned at her with a quick nuzzle to her neck.
    "Give me all of what you can muster then, Salasal." He licked at her and slid his tongue under her chin and across her snout lovingly as he tilted his hips and slid the tip of his shaft to her waiting hole. His rod eased into her folds with little effort to tease at her senses as well as his own. He adored how her body hugged at his shaft so tightly, stretching around his girth as he squeezed himself inside her. She always felt small and tight, almost so much so that he feared he wouldn't make it in, but she was deep enough for him and her body was just able enough to take him. No other female could and he growled in delight as his shaft buried itself to the hilt.
    Thulea grimaced at the slow and steady intrusion of such a huge beast of a phallus. She concentrated on her thoughts and focused her magical energies as the trickle of power pooled within her nethers. The skin of her slit and the tender flesh of her innermost regions toughened or grew more elastic where needed so they would not tear against the monstrous rod attempting to destroy them. The fool actually believed that she was truly capable of safely harboring his freakishly large prick. She only mated with him and put out the effort of casting stealthy magic on herself so she could indulge in her fetish of being filled with copious amounts of semen. His load was so great that she would orgasm from simply the feel of his shaft twitching with every hot jet of seed he spilled inside her.
    She grinned when she realized that she was not so much a fetishist as a smart dragon. Rarely were dragons ever capable of manipulating their clutches the way she could. Her eggs never grew inside her unless she wished them to so she was never fearful of being burdened by a male's young. When Salasal was finished filling her cunt she would squeeze her folds tight and hold it all in. A difficult task since he filled her so well that most of his seed wanted to spew back out for the lack of room. She would hold out as long as she could and enjoy the warmth radiating inside her, then allow the seed to spill out into a magic formed clay container kept in her Inner Chamber. Each container (of which there were many) contained the seed of every male she mated with, one container for every male. Salasal's container was very big.
    With her skill she could take a large amount of seed and manipulate the tiny pieces of life within them and craft a fine child from it. Using eggs from her own clutch of course as the final half of the puzzle. She had already long since perfected her own half of the mixture. She collect the sperm to blend traits from her various suitors hoping that one day she would be satisfied with her creation, then when boredom struck, she would allow herself to be impregnated. She would raise fine young.
    Salasal was tired of the simple feeling of being squeezed and he began to make good on his promise to mate her fiercely. He slid his hips back until two thirds of his member slid from her body, then plowed it all back in again. She gasped loudly at the sudden vacuum formed from his fast exit, then grunted when he pushed his length back in again. The magic working in her belly worked well and her folds held firm against his pummeling. His shaft was slick with his hot precum and her own juices and he slid in and out with no resistance except from her extreme tightness. She knew he would only last, at most, a few minutes at such a fierce pace and then they would be finished. Her fetish satisfied she would then send him on his way with a stupid grin on his snout.
    Salasal was humping against her as hard as he could, driving every twitching inch as deep as they would be permitted. He was lost in the noises of their mating, the slurping and sucking of wet meat slamming hard into a sloppy hole, and the sound of the tiny female grunting and gasping with every stroke. He felt her clinch her self down on his cock as a rush of hot fluid splash against his cock. Her moans became louder as he realized she was cumming on his shaft.
    Thulea was successful. She then faked yet another orgasm and contracted her muscles to spray her feminine cum across his dick, causing her scent of arousal to flood the room more thoroughly. His huge member was only mildly pleasurable, the healing magic working overtime to numb her folds to stave off any pain.
    Minutes past by and finally Salasal was ready to blow his load. She felt his dick swell slightly. The base of his shaft grew and he plowed it between her lips and it swelled further locking him inside her belly. She was shocked at how large he was becoming since he had never gotten quite so large before. He always tied with her, but never so strongly!
    Salasal decided to cheat his way into a longer stay in her cunt. He manipulated his body's blood flow and forced his shaft to swell larger than it would have normally. His dick was so tight inside her that it would be a long several minutes before he could pull free. She felt him throb inside her before he came. His eyes rolled back into his head as he felt a rush of blackness overtake his vision; a numbness to the limbs, then a tingling that grew from his shaft and exploded through him. His roar was deafening and Thulea had to mutter a quiet spell to protect her ears.
    Then she orgasmed in earnest. Hot cum spilled inside her in powerful streams. Every nook and cranny was filled with seed and she felt her insides swell with his load. Salasal was awe struck by this orgasm. His body shook and trembled as he emptied himself deep inside her. Lights flashed before his eyes before he finally passed out, in part because of his orgasm, and then partly because he stole too much blood from his brain to keep him awake during such a momentous climax.
    His cock was still buried within her and he tugged her to the floor. She laughed at him as she continued to shake and writhe from her intense orgasm. He was still cumming inside her and she rolled him onto his back so she could straddle his belly and ride him. So long as she continued to stimulate his prick he could continue to cum. Her belly was slightly distended from being so viciously filled, and she adored the feeling of fluid surging inside her and flowing in currents as his shaft sprayed his load within her. His orgasm slowly subsided after a time. She felt sick from having so much in her all at once. He had come more than he had ever managed during all their previous matings.
    She flexed her vaginal muscles and readied herself to contain the cum pint up inside her. It took several minutes but his cock went limp and slid from her, all the while she held her slit shut tight to keep the seed from leaking out. Once he was free from her insides she wobbled to her inner chamber and to the largest of her containers. The brown vase was enchanted to preserve anything that was placed within it as if it were freshly deposited.
    She lifted a hind leg and positioned her slit over the opening of the vase and relaxed her muscles. All the seed she was fighting to contain spilled from her cunt and into the vase to join the rest of the container's contents. With his large loads she was forced to create a larger vase just for him. She had thirteen other vases by this one and each contained semen from other suitors, in varying amounts. Some she mated with more than others and usually due to giving favors or simple favoritism.
    When she was finished squeezing out the bulk of his seed she dropped off the container and licked herself clean. She savored the musky flavor of Salasal's cum, though admittedly she had tasted better. Salasal's only perks were that he was large and that he came in long large loads. She loved that about him, but his taste and personality was lacking. She went to snap Salasal awake and to politely tell him to remove him and his freakish cock out of her chambers. She had new business to attending involving the human and she did not want any further distractions.