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This was our exchange four hours ago:

I need you

Tonight?

Yeah, I want you to beat the shit out of me

?

The roughest we've ever been

You sure?

You're the only person I trust… I need this Charon

Charon at my door four hours later: the black and violet scaled dragon taller than me and lean in muscle. His tough hide took hits good, but I knew the way those scales yielded under a gentle touch. An almost-softness to them. I didn't bother wearing anything. Door open to my apartment complex and the world outside to see me, but who cared? He punched his way in. As in Charon's scaled hand closed around my throat and the door slammed with his tail and then I slammed into the wall. My strangled gasp met with his forceful kiss. His tongue in my mouth. An invasive mass of wet flesh. My arousal stirred and he snarled: a rumble deep as ocean waves.

His claws raked down my side—not quite breaking skin yet. He withdrew and said, “Humans are so damn delicate."

“Try me."

He pressed his brow to mine and our eyes locked. The bright flash of red round his slits always set me on edge. Fight or flight. I was all prey to him. I wanted him to tear me apart.

“I'm going to make you bleed," he warned.

“I know how to clean up blood," I told him. My hand pushed up against his firm pec beneath his shirt and squeezed it. “This all for show or you going to use it on me?"

His thumbs at my waist dug in till his claws dipped deep enough for pinpricks of blood to leak from there. “You shouldn't provoke me."

I grit my teeth as two needles of pain lined my hips. His hands were big enough they almost closed around my entire waist. “You going to fuck me or just bark at me like some mutt?"

Charon grunted and stepped back. In the hall at the front of my apartment, he barely had the room to swing his arm. He still managed to backhand me. It was a firecracker going off in my face: flash and sudden numb pain, shoulder knocking against the opposite wall from the force of his blow. A throb at my face, blood slipping from where my teeth cut open my lip. I spat some out on the tile floor and looked up in his glare. “That it?"

That got him. The dragon's tail lashed against the wall hard enough to impact the drywall. He yanked me into my room. It was a little space: full bed, closet, nightstand, small desk in corner, and Charon tossing me on the mattress like I was nothing. I landed on my back, and watched while the dragon started to strip. Charon could dress nicely when he wanted to, but the dragon opted for a set of baggy gym shorts and simple wifebeater. Wifebeater, good name for what I wanted him to do to me. His clothes got thrown on my desk and the dragon's trim figure became even more enticing with the set of heavy, violet balls that hung beneath a slit. The ridged, draconic cock already peaked from the puffed up slit and the air stirred with his musk. I was hard from the moment he hit me. My seven inches throbbing between us, which he took a glance at. Any normal hookup might be slow, reciprocal, but not tonight. Charon grabbed me by my ankles and yanked me to his side of the bed.

He spread my legs. Claws ran across my inner thighs, plough to soil—turning over skin. The cuts he left became red welts that left me gasping. He murred as he nipped the red streaks and licked the blood that ran thinly across my legs. Each hand closed around my thigh kept them suspended to do as he pleased before his draconic snout pushed into my taint. There came a possessive growl that rolled from his throat and across my own body. He took a deep breath of my much weaker scent before he looked down my trim waist to lock eyes again. I was panting, the gentle burn in my thighs nowhere close to what I needed. Nor was the familiar warmth in his eyes something I wanted. I wished he was a stranger who broke down my door.

His grip loosened on me in the moment of intimacy. I reminded him this was not what I called him to do. I yanked my leg loose and kicked him in the shoulder. Charon grunted and dropped me, surprised for a moment before I said, “You think I'm just going to let you fuck me?"

The dragon's eyes narrowed and he said, “You think I'm going to give you a choice?"

I shuddered—glad he got it without me spelling anything out. My lip still hurt, my thighs still burned. I crawled to the back of the bed. “Get the fuck away from me."

Charon climbed onto the mattress and this time when I tried to kick him he caught my foot in a grip tight enough to make me gasp in pain. It felt like he had the strength to crush my foot. He laughed and rubbed his muzzle against the sole. He licked the length of my foot and I quaked. My cock throbbed and my other foot kicked him solidly in the abdomen—doing nothing. “Don't touch me there, freak."

Charon opened his muzzle and set my big toe between a set of sharp white fangs. He could snap down and take the thing off in one clean swoop. “Why?" he asked, “Afraid you'll get off on it?"

This time I kicked him square in the muzzle.

He snarled and dropped my other foot. Blood an almost black-red leaked from his snout.

Charon roared, “Listen here you fucking faggot!" His hand slashed downward and a long gash opened along my ribs. I cried out at the sudden pain as Charon's other hand pinned me by the shoulder to the bed. He towered over me, muzzle to my face. “Less you want to wind up dead, you're going to let me fuck you like the stupid cumdump you are." Warm blood worked across my skin like an oil slick.

I coughed, truly short of breath. Still I spat in his face and said, “F-fuck you."

Charon threw me onto my stomach. I scrambled, but his broad hand planted on the small of my back kept me in place. I felt the room darken and knew he just extended the long sails of his wings to block out the light. The dramatic shit. His cock, slick from his slit, pushed against the cleft of my ass. He huffed at the touch and said, “You're still a bitch in heat."

I yelled, “Get the fuck off me—" Cut off by a hand around my throat. His claws tore my skin, scales leaving a pattern of bruises where he held me in a strangling grasp. I gasped soundlessly. His dick slipped between my butt cheeks. I felt them smeared with Charon's slick lubricant. The grip on my throat was tight enough I didn't notice the hand leave my back till that fat wedge of dragon cock found my rim. Even slick as it was, he was going to push in with no preparation.

I wanted it even as I tried to wriggle away—even as he opened me up and a new burn split open beneath my hips. A satisfied hiss above me and the grip on my throat slackened as inch after inch of draconic cock invaded me. His weight around mine felt heavier and heavier as that cock hollowed me out. An ache now beneath my navel left me unable to speak. My walls flexed around the familiar intruder. His dick now broad enough to leave my rim an open, burning ring of muscle close to tearing.

A large hand planted on the back of my head kept me pressed down to the sheets. So when I found my voice, its cries came smothered. I felt Charon's knot push against my entrance, nine inches of draconic endowment sheathed in me. Charon laughed and asked, “How's it feel, faggot?" He didn't let me answer. A scaled palm clapped across my ass and I screamed. He left his claws out, which gouged into my waist. At this point my blood felt like hot wax dripped on my skin. The prickling, burning pain with the throbbing ache of my lip and that cock and that smack—another spank. My “Fuck!" sounding like it came through a wall.

“Enjoying yourself yet?" Charon asked needlessly. He bent down and licked across my nape. “I can't tell what I want more—to bust my knot inside you or tear open your throat." He torqued his cock in and out. “Hmm bitch? Which one you want?" He snarled and clamped his fangs down on my shoulder. No reserve, blossoming punctures and a tongue lapping wetly to taste my blood. I clenched down on his cock. Through all this pain I was dimly aware I was cumming across the bedsheets. My cock twitched and throbbed and a warm wet flowed slickly across my shaft when Charon pulled out and slammed back in.

The dragon let go of my head to plant his hands beside me, which gave me the chance to pull my gasping face out of the sheets. My mouth hung open in a pant; sweat beading my brow cooled at the exposure to air even as my face remained flush. I knew I was drooling on the sheets. I knew what it must look like. What it felt like as that bulbous knot smacked my asshole and pushed it inward. His cock loosened me up enough that now he fucked me rapidly. The pain of my lacerations and bruises began to be overridden by the aching pleasure of being spread by thick dragon dick. The pleasing pull of those ridges as they depressed the flesh of my rim and tugged it upward on each inward/outward stroke—the wedged tip of his dick knocking my prostate each time. My cock never its aching hardness as it rubbed against sheets slickened with my own seed.

Charon's breath picked up. His balls smacked roughly against me as he slowed his thrusts in order to add more force to each. Each one got a grunt from me as he started pumping his cock harder. He wouldn't rip open my throat, but he would tie me. His knot began to spread my asshole wider and wider, each thrust leaving my entrance sore. I tried to relax, but when his ridges rubbed along my prostate I couldn't help but clamp down. The dragon began to growl in frustration. He smacked harder and faster. His outstretched, violet wings flapped in each thrust inward. The tension along my asshole picked up and up. Then it snapped.

His knot popped in and a scream threw open my throat. I wondered if my neighbors might call the cops as I tried to muffle my voice in the mattress. Charon snarled. The tip of his dick jerked inside me. The throbbing shaft began to make a familiar pulse wrapped round my walls, and a familiar set of teeth closed around my neck. This time Charon's bite didn't break flesh. It was tender and careful, squeezing as the dragon moaned and seed spilled inside me. Those heavy draconic balls churned and thick gouts of spunk filled my belly. The familiar warmth matched with the wide knot smothering my prostate made me moan weakly. My cock fired its second set of thin seed. Nothing compared to heat flooding my stomach. Charon, I knew, could cum for five minutes. A continuous flow from his dark red cock. The urethra of the tapered tip leaking a constant stream of thick dragon cum.

Charon wrapped an arm around me, and with grunt, rolled us both over. Soon I was seated on his lap, able to see my half-hard cock and my belly, slightly distended by the draconic cum that still continued flowing slowly into me. Charon licked gently at the torn punctures on my shoulder for a moment. The warmth of his tongue comforting like the warmth he spilled into my core. He gently kneaded the cut across my chest.

“Not too rough?" he asked, a warm whisper in my ear.

My body ached all over, blood smeared my front and my thighs. Strands of it across my skin like the first splashes of paint on the canvas of a Pollock painting. I said, “Just right." The physical pain was a catharsis compared to everything I'd been feeling before I messaged Charon.

“We'll get your first aid kit out when my knot goes down and get you cleaned up. You wanna tell me what got you wanting this?"

Charon knew me too well to know I didn't ask to get the shit kicked out of me without reason. The smell of blood and musk left me drowsy in his lap. My body felt very tired, but not the sort needed for sleep. I reached up and touched his muzzle, finger tracing the line of his pointed jaw. “Later. Can you stay the night?"

“I already told my boss I'd be coming in a late tomorrow morning."

“Fuck, you know what I need before I do."

“Heh," the scales of his fingers felt incredibly soft as they wrapped around mine and squeezed them. “Just a lucky guess." Charon pulled my hand up and warmed my knuckles with a tender kiss.