Lineage

Walking into the room I’d had for so long greeted me with a sight both familiar and unfamiliar. By room had several renovations done to it, mostly the colours had been changed from an oak brown to an icy blue, this including the drapes, rugs, chests, wardrobes, drawers, and even the bed and bedding itself. The familiar thing was the creature sat on the bed: the seven-foot, buxom dragoness currently absorbed in a leather-bound tome, with reading glasses sat atop her nose. Her eyes glanced up to me and a surprised expression appeared on her face.

“Oh, hello there,” she said, blinking twice. “I didn’t expect you to be home this soon. If I did, I would’ve prepared.”

“Prepared how?” I asked, slinging a bag Luna had thrown my stuff from Falketurm into onto the ground and walking over to the bed.

“You know: candles, petals, wine, cheese, and a lot more nudity,” Svea shrugged, bookmarking her page and closing the book, floating both the dusty pages and her glasses onto the bedside table beside her. “I would’ve done myself up a little bit, as well.”

“You’re perfect the way you are already,” I said, kicking off my boots and standing looking at her for a second. “Am I allowed to just start humping different parts of you until you get in the mood or do you want me to be more civil and romantic?”

“If I’d prepared for you, I’d request the second as a reciprocation for all the effort I put into the meeting,” Svea smirked, clicking her fingers and having her clothing evaporate into sparkling specks. “But since we’re both unprepared and at a loss for a good way to start conversation, I think a nice, hard fuck would be a good way to kickstart a conversation on how much we’ve missed one another.”

“And then maybe a conversation about how you’ve ruined my room,” I said, looking around as I stripped down and climbed onto the bed.

“Oh hush,” she smirked, opening her legs and allowing me to snuggle up close to her. “You lived like a tramp before I moved in. I fixed the place.”

“I disagree,” I countered, being lain down on the bed as Svea transformed into her anthro form, her thick tail swishing behind her as she began to gently lap at my cock.

“I don’t care,” she giggled, flapping her wings slowly as a manner of exercising them. “Like I said, there’ll be time for this later.”

“Why transform?” I asked, running my hand over her smooth head.

“Because I know how perverted and fetishy you get around me,” she said, kissing the head of my rapidly-swelling cock as she began to play with my balls. “You’d rather fuck a dragon than a human woman, and you can’t keep yourself off of my ass when I’m like this.”

“It’s not my fault I adore perfection,” I shrugged. “And it’s not my fault that I love your big, sweaty ass.”

“Not even fully erect yet and you’re already filthy,” Svea said with a sigh. “What am I gonna do with you?”

“You’re gonna wrap your scaly lips around my cock and remind me why I love you so much?” I asked.

“Such a dirty boy,” Svea said, marvelling at the size increase in my cock since we’d last fucked. “Mhmm… you’re even bigger than before. What have you been feeding this thing while you’ve been away?”

“Demons and catgirls, mostly,” I shrugged, bucking my cock into her mouth. “Enough talking. It’s Misogynist Richter time and he wants his cock sucked.”

Svea rolled her beautiful eyes at the comment but made no protest, sliding my entire cock into her wet, tight mouth and wrapping that foot-long, thankfully-barbless tongue around my entire shaft, stroking and sucking it with her trained muscle to the best of her ability. I was soon grinding my teeth and grinning in pleasure, the good succ from my gorgeous wife bringing back memories and treasures of the life I used to lead years ago. I wrapped my hand around one of her horns and began to rub the tip of it, giving no pleasure from the action but merely doing it to entertain myself while Perfection worked her magic on my shaft.

Her lips focussed on the thick base of my dick, puckering and pulling on the flesh, while her tongue toyed, rolled, and lapped at my foreskin and thick head, her tongue essentially forming a second mouth for double the pleasure. I could feel the burning pleasure of love and intimacy through our connection, closing my eyes and practically being able to see Svea glowing from it.

I put a small amount of effort into bucking into her mouth, getting quiet grunts from the dragoness as my cock hit the back of her throat, pushing against her strong gullet as she swallowed the tip of it with each thrust, feeling her throat muscles flex and grip my enormous tip as she did so.

“Ah… I’ve missed you,” I smirked, massaging the bridge of her draconic nose. “Advalia couldn’t deepthroat for shit and Luna just isn’t as good as you.”

“And that’s why I’m your mate and not them,” Svea giggled over our link, giving me a seductive wink as she spoke.

“Speaking of things you can do that they can’t...” I grunted, giving her mouth a few seconds of hard fucking, hearing her choke slightly at the unexpected motion. “Wanna put your monster rack to work for a while?”

“Anything for you, my love,” she said as she slid her mouth from my soaked cock, sliding it in between her pillowy tits and locking it in tight with her fingers. She began to pump her tits up and down my cock, the head now being barely visible out of her cleavage thanks to the extra three inches I had gained since last time, allowing Svea to wrap her strong lips around my cock and suck it gently, moaning and slurping loudly as I began to properly fuck her jugs the same way I’d fucked her mouth.

“Y’know, if I was forced to stick with one woman for the rest of my life…” I chuckled. “I think you might just be good enough to choose.”

“You were right, it is Misogynist Richter time, isn’t it?” she asked with a cocked eyebrow. “Where’d all this possessiveness and objectification come from?”

“The same reason I can use my cock as a bludgeoning weapon if I wanted to,” I answered. “I’m an Incubus.”

“And am I to endure such degrading, sexist remarks whilst pleasuring you?” she asked, beginning to massage my cock with her tits at a faster pace, getting an appreciative whistle in response.

“Most likely,” I nodded. “Sorry.”

“Then it’s a good thing my skin’s about as thick as my ass,” Svea giggled, spitting on my shaft and beginning to pump even faster, clearly trying to get me to cum as fast as she could. “Or even better: Maybe I’m into that sort of thing?”

“Then should we go shopping for a dragon-sized collar after we’re done here?” I asked, grinning in an empowered manner.

“And maybe a bowl to drink Master’s cum out of, if he’s willing to spend such an amount on a pitiful little whore like me?” Svea asked in a weak voice, batting her eyelids playfully.

“As long as her mouth stays shut and her legs stay open, my little bitch can have whatever she wants,” I nodded, petting her affectionately on the cheek. “I might even put your name on it. Now, enough chatting. Get that mouth back to doing the only thing it’s good for.”

Svea nodded, closing her mouth around the head of my cock, keeping her beautiful eyes locked onto me as she suckled and slurped my monster cock, her tits bouncing up and down my dick hard enough to push me into the bed. I was no stranger to a sexual relationship such as this. I’d had many girls in my lifetime that thoroughly enjoyed being dominated and controlled in the bedroom but also refused to be talked down to or disrespected by anyone in their normal, day to day lives.

It was a symbol of trust and love between partners, that one was willing to sacrifice their usual pride and dominance to submit to their partner and be willing to be treated like an item, a possession for their ‘dom’ to mistreat and abuse as he saw fit. Of course, the most important thing in a relationship like this was the understanding that the control stopped once the sex did, or even when a safe word was used. The Svea outside the bedroom was an ancient dragon of great intelligence, beauty, and stature that was not to be treated or ogled as an item by anyone, even myself.

But the Svea she’d just turned herself into, the Svea that came out once the lights were off the room got hot, was my slut. She was my possession to do with what I wished. She no longer had the choice in what position she was in, nor how she pleased. She did as was told, and would be punished if she would even dare to refuse. This was the Svea that would submit to every dark desire I had for her body and would take a pounding or a lashing with a submissive nod, like the mindless trophy I’d earned.

I’d become bored of her breasts, as impossible as that sounded, and wanted her throat. Without a word, I broke her hold on my cock and rolled her over onto her back, roughly forcing her mouth open and ramming my entire length into her tight throat.

“Pinch twice if you want me to stop,” I said to her, breaking character for a mere moment before beginning to hammer my cock in and out of her mouth. I grinned happily as I heard her choke and strain, seeing her throat stretch out as my enormous cock forced itself deep into her innards, feeling the tight, pulsing muscle of her throat squeeze and squirm against my shaft as Svea instinctively swallowed over and over.

She placed her hands on my ass, trying to push me faster and deeper into her mouth as I fucked it, the two of us possessing no intention of stopping until her stomach, gullet, and face were smeared with my cum. I gritted my teeth and throatfucked her harder, Svea now groaning in a mix of discomfort and pleasure, but she still didn’t give me any signal to stop. The sweat now coated both of our bodies and I was getting closer to cumming in her mouth. I began to grope her enormous tits, tugging and twisting her rigid nipples, getting a horny moan down my cock as the sensation rocketed through her body.

A few minutes passed by, Svea’s face, chin, and throat slicked with spit and pre-cum, my cock hammering into her gullet for a few more seconds before I came, blasting a load down her throat so big that it stretched it out to near breaking point, the anthro dragoness’ eyes widening in surprise as she swallowed the cum as she could. Using the new trick I’d learned, I pulled out of her throat and came all over her face, dumping well over a pint and a half alone onto her slut face, covering her face, neck, and tits, as well as the sheets she rested on before cutting off the flow and taking a deep breath, listening to my pet dragon panting heavily as she wiped the load off her face.

She then began to lick her fingers clean, using her long tongue and hands to get as much of the semen off her face and into her mouth, taking several minutes to lick up the cum puddle she rested in before turning her eyes to me and shooting me a loving look. I beckoned her forwards, gently stroking her head as she nuzzled my chest affectionately. I offered nothing more than the congratulatory stroke, I wasn’t one to spoil my pets for a simple task, and then ordered her to turn around, placing my hands on her fat, whore ass and spreading her thick cheeks wide, using my fingers to violently stir up her insides while using my tongue to lap at her asshole. I reached forward and grabbed hold of one of her wings, making her grunt loudly at the sensitive object being handled so roughly, leaning as close to her head as I could with her colossal ass in the way.

“This is how this is gonna go…” I began. “I’m gonna fuck you in your fat, slut asshole, and then I’m gonna cum so much in your ass that you’ll be spraying like a fountain. Understand?”

“Yes, Master,” she nodded, locking her limbs as to not get fucked off the side of the bed.

“Good,” I grinned, grabbing a handful of her fat, dragon ass before ramming my entire length into her asshole. She instinctively spewed a brief torrent of fire into the air in response to the enormous, foreign object now pounding her tightest place, her long tongue hanging down to nearly her elbows as her entire body shook from the vicious impacts, that enormous backside of hers jiggling as it was turned red from the brutal pounding.

Svea wrapped the entire length of her tail around me, the thick appendage nearly tying a knot in itself as it wound around my torso before locking under my armpits, leaving my hands free to slap and squeeze her ass. The loud sound of flesh hitting flesh filled the room, the scent of Svea’s musk from her dripping-wet cunt assaulting my nose and only serving to make me fuck her harder. Whimpers, moans, and primal growls coming from the dragoness and she drooled a small puddle into the already-high sea of cum on the bed.

I stared at Svea’s snow-white, smooth-as-jet ass as the white flesh turned a darker and darker shade of red from the vicious lashings and powerful pounds her backside was receiving, moans of pain and pleasure mixing in her throat, her pitch and volume leaping higher whenever I timed a powerful slap with her escaping moans, causing her eyes to widen and her body to leap forth. The insides of her thick thighs were glistening with her juices, her arousal and pleasure building and building as the seconds went by, my thick cock’s assault pushing her closer to orgasm.

I slid my hands off that perfect ass and grabbed hold of her wide, birthing hips, the new handholds allowing me to hammer my pet harder and harder. Svea’s arms gave out, her face landing in the pool of cum, presenting to me a sight I’d seen more than a few times, but one that I never grew tired of beholding. I dug my fingers into her wide hips, clutching and hammering harder and harder, gritting my teeth as I pushed myself over the edge at the same time Svea did.

Svea’s tight cunt squirted onto the bedsheets, the powerful torrent dwarfed by the power of the river of cum I poured into her asshole, blasting through her organs and into her stomach, mixing with the load she’d swallowed previously. I’d done this with her before, but now I had the means to swell her larger than ever, tapping into my Incubus magic and blasting litre after litre of fuck muck into her stomach. Her belly began to balloon outwards, a loud gasp of shock followed by moans of pleasure as she stared at her stomach, the white, jet-smooth bulge growing more and more as I continued to pump her full.

Once I was satisfied with the torrent I’d filled her with, I uncorked her asshole and pushed her forward, her stomach shrinking as she squirted cum from her innards, moaning and drooling into the pool of spit and cum she lay in, the position Svea had found herself comfortable in more than once before. The spray of cum lessened as the amount did, now a small river of my Incubus cum flowed down her thighs, soaking her tail, feet, and bed as she regained control of her body, now able to push herself up and stare between her legs at the beautiful sight she beheld.

She soon dropped onto her back, emptying herself fully before I walked alongside her, trailing a finger along her now-normal sized stomach, wiping a line of cum off her scaled stomach and feeding it to her as I stroked her head.

“Well done, my little slut,” I chuckled, massaging her no-doubt sore stomach as she tried to regulate her breathing.

“Thank you… Master,” she panted, staring at me in the eyes with a grateful smile.

It seemed obvious to me now that, out of all the girls I’d cumflated, Svea had enjoyed the concept itself, not just the feeling of cumming as she was pumped full. Kalla had cum because of that, as had Twilight and Cadance, but Svea continued to stare at her inflated stomach, she adored the size she’d been stretched out to like no other had. It seemed true that we were meant for each other: a man who gets off thinking of stretching a woman’s stomach like that fits perfectly with a woman who gets off thinking about being stretched in the same manner.

“You’re perfect, you know that, right?” I asked her, dropping the character and returning to my normal self. “I couldn’t have asked for a better lover than you.”

“I couldn’t phrase it better myself, my love,” Svea chuckled, staring at the mess on the bed and the mess covering herself. “Shall we clean ourselves up?”

“Yes… but if you’re up to it, there’s one more request I wish to make of you, my dear,” I said, being as formal as possible for the formal question.

“Which is?”

“Would you allow me to treat you to a river-side meal?” I asked, taking her hand and gently stroking it with my thumb. “I feel that after making you into my willing cum bucket, it is only proper that I should make you into a true lady once more.”

“Of course I would, Richter,” Svea nodded, allowing me to help her sit up properly, the elegant dragoness showing no disgust towards remaining sat in the bed stained with cum, squirt, and sweat. “But only if I can make a request myself?”

“Go on?” I offered.

“That we search for a blacksmith to get the proper measurements for my collar,” she said, leaning back on her hands. “I’d despise if we bought one off a rack that didn’t fit. After all, the only thing that has the right to choke me is you, Master.”

“And I suppose the bowl must be custom, too?” I asked.

“Only if it does not hurt your funds,” Svea giggled, getting onto her feet and wiping a line of cum from her neck onto her finger, licking it clean whilst staring at me with the loving, blue eyes. “I may be a greedy slut for Master’s cum, but I wouldn’t dare be greedy for lesser things, such as gold and jewels.”

“What blessing was I given at birth to meet you?” I asked, honestly dumbfounded at how perfect she was.

“The same I must’ve been given to meet you,” she said, hugging me close to her body. “Now, my love. Let us shower and find me a dress. I believe we’ve a few more practice sessions before you parade me around town, nude and covered in your cum, do we not?”

“Aye,” I nodded. “That we do.”