Dragon's Dickma

by Sand Storm

Rating: mature
Tags: Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Porn, Sex, Dragons, Random, Alternate Universe, Ember, Anthro
Length: 8334

Ember brings a Volt into her room to see if he can give her an heir to the throne. She'll get more than she bargains for.

An heir is need for the throne, Ember gets a well known male named Volt to help with this. unknown to her, she going to getting more than she thinks when she being him in.

This is porn with no plot.

Characters are out of character.

Cover art by Patch

kinks: all the way through, hyper, cum inflation, pregnancy, lots of cum, god know what else.

Commission story made by Sparrow.

Published 2021-06-21 00:40:00 UTC
Last updated 2021-06-21 00:40:00 UTC

No regrets

Volt’s grasping grip on his callipygian partner’s pillowy posterior deepened, his claws sinking greedily into the she-dragon’s enormous ass and greedily tugging it toward him while simultaneously slamming his own hips forward. “Hoooo—!!” the stygian stud crooned, blown away yet again both by his incredible good fortune, and by the the bodacious beauty spread out on the satin bedsheets before him, face down ass up and sinfully slick sphincter devouring his dick right down to the root. He’d been plowing her for an hour now, but it was still such a sight to see and a titillating touch to feel. Buried balls-deep between a dragon maid’s massive ass-cheeks was one thing... but of course, this wasn’t just any old lady-drake.

“Haah… aah, w-what are you doing back there? We haven’t told you to stop! Come… come now, we won’t stand for such impertinence — resume your duties at once!” Ember, the Lordly Lady and Empress of Dragonkind Herself whined over her shoulder, fists full of her royal bed’s soiled sheets and beautiful blue brow furrowed in concern.

“Aye-aye your majesty, don’t mind me, just sparing a second to admire the view…” Volt replied with a sly smile, sparing several seconds more to soak in the sight of his species’ queen quite literally laid out before him, but once Ember began to buck and roll her twin mounds of molten ass-meat back against him hips he knew it wouldn’t do to keep the lady waiting.

Rolling his shoulders and reaffirming his greedy grip over Ember’s fat cheeks — a real feat in its own right, not unlike kneading huge, heaping handfuls of half-risen dough into two towering mounds of half-melted butter — Volt got back to the task at hand of riding Her Highness’ heinie for all it was worth. Which of course was literally all the vast riches of the entire empire, so he had his work cut out for him. Fucking the single most powerful dragon alive into her own satin bedspread til she was stuffed to the brim and beyond with his serpentine seed was… well, among other things, a wet dream come true.

‘Incredible good fortune’ was putting it lightly, Volt thought, as he began to thrust again.

***

Howling like a whore in heat, Ember dug desperately into her duvet, doing her best to keep her eyes from crossing as she threw her ass back, arched her spine instinctively, and failed to dwell on the ramifications of her royal rectum stretching yet again into an obscene ovoid around Volt’s downright rut-worthy draconic cock.

Incredible good fortune it had turned out to be after all, finding such a prize specimen. Ember was well on her way to the first orgasm she’d had in ages, and every fiber of her regal being was pumped and primed to receive all the superfertile fluids her new boy-toy had to give… and still, this was only the pre-breeding anal warmup! The empress’ expectations were set to be grossly exceeded, if Volt’s virility was anything like the gentlemanly gut-stuffing he vigorously delivered unto (and into) his queen in sterling slamfuck fashion.

And of course when she considered the pre-fornication formalities (at least, when she could spare the synapses inbetween moments of head-spinning sensation sent straight up her spine at the ass-end of every cheek-clapping stroke Volt visited on her royal rump)... Ember was certain her good fortune was only just beginning.

\\ CUE FLASHBACK ///

Just under an hour prior, Volt had been thinking along rather the same lines. Having been summoned for a personal audience with the empress herself was lucky enough, but once he’d been informed the reason for said audience — to avail the empress of his invaluably virile studding service as her personal impregnator — Volt was left figuratively frothing at his draconic chops.

As he’d been led through the imperial palace’s innermost chambers towards the queen’s royal bedchamber, various servants, handmaidens and drakes-in-waiting darted to and fro around the empress and her guest of honor. It seemed the entire castle had turned out to catch an envious glimpse or cast a lusty look at the stranger in their midst hand-picked by Her Highness to enjoy her most intimate of favors. Volt had no trouble ignoring the leers and jeers from the wallflowers and gossip hounds however. The drooling dragon had eyes, ears, and all senses besides only for Ember’s truly enormous imperial assets wiggling and jiggling attractively ahead of him as the empress led him down yet another crimson-carpeted corridor. Ember strode down the hallway with all the regal confidence of a true ruler… and all the cockteasing spirit of a streetwalking whore hoping to bag a whole block of gold-laden johns. Volt’s roving gaze skipped incessantly all up and down Ember’s back as she led him on. From her well-built back barely contained under the thin silk straps of a low-cut gown of gold and the twin mounds of splendiferous sideboob that swung egregiously on either side — both of the above Ember kept visible at all times by lifting her majestic magenta wings high and wide up over her shoulders — down to her serpentine hips that rocked and rolled atop the empress’ slutlike stride, her every step sending one impossibly spankable buttock bouncing and rolling overtop its terrifically thick twin, the she-dragon’s fabulously fat thighs just below likewise sliding and writhing together, each encased in a snow-white and skin-tight fishnet stocking… all of which, of course, Ember ensured her swaying blue tail teasingly swirled back and forth across to heighten the whorish show she put on for Volt’s benefit all the more.

And of course all her highly un-ladylike behavior was not without intent. Volt’s torrid tunnel vision locked onto her swinging hips and wobbling backside let Ember herself steal all the looks she liked over her shoulder, each peek filling her crimson eyes and fueling her lustful internal furnace with visions of Volt’s dangerously hard dragonhood. To the empress’ (and many of her tittering handmaidens) endless delight, Volt followed along behind her fully enthralled and even more erect, the long walk back to her bedchamber giving Ember plenty of time to anticipate how that glorious slab of dragon dick — a meter and more of throbbing blue-green girth, lined with two spiral strands of soft silver barbs that promised to till her fertile folds like the fallow breeding fields desperate for seeding they were, capped off with a thick-crested cockhead sure to turn her twat outside-in and back again, all underlined boldly by the biggest pair of dragonuts the empress had seen in a century — would feel wrapped up inside her holes any minute now.

“Nearly there milord, won’t be long no— oof! Er, yes, well as we said, here we are, please come in, make yourself comfortable won’t you?” Ember spoke up after her incessant glancing behind her nearly had the dragon queen walking face-first into her bedchamber’s broad doors. Ushering her guest inside, Ember shut said portal with a knowing sneer at several disappointed maids hoping to steal even more graphic glimpses through the doors, then turned to Volt and at last readied to begin the evening’s vivacious events.

“Prithee, let us commence henceforth sirrah, the hour grows long and Our patience shorter so…”

Volt replied to the queen’s inquiry first with a confused look, followed by a casual shrug and a pithy:

“Sorry your majesty, I’m not real hip to all this courtly fancy talk… but if you mean to say I’m finally allowed to get my hands on those fat fucking milkers of yours count me in!” Ember in turn was a bit taken aback at that, but returned Volt’s ensuing full-body embrace (or manic two-handed groping of all her curvy quarters in turn, anyway) by wrapping a fat thigh around the slightly shorter serpent’s back, leaning forward and linking lips in a deep wet kiss, and finally hissing in Volt’s ear the amiable agreement of:

“Very well, let us dispense with decorum and get down to the deed itself, shall we?”

Before he could respond (but not before grabbing several more heaping handfuls of Her Highness’ great big ass) Volt found himself turned round and backed into the royal bed itself, where he dropped backward into plush place sat at the mattress’ edge. Ember took two elegant knees right in his wake, lowering herself into position square between Volt’s spread legs. The empress’ golden gown gave in easily, tucking neatly into her cavernous cleavage beneath Volt’s stupendously stiff dick as it slid neat and naturally into place sandwiched between Ember’s enormous, pillowy-soft tits.

“Please, allow Us to ah, prepare thy staff, sirrah…” Ember beseeched her studly suitor, and upon taking her two titanic blue breasts in hand, brazenly led with a royal boobjob of truly gratuitous proportions.

Despite the full head of babymaking steam built up in her head already, in her infinite imperial wisdom Ember knew the dragon dong dancing before her hungry eyes warranted at least a nominal degree of pre-breeding warmup. Thus with Volt’s vibrating bitchmaker nestled neatly between her teats, Ember pulled out from under her bed a jewel-studded silver saucer of preheated and fragrantly perfumed oil. To the obvious wide-eyed delight of her partner, the empress upended several silver spoonfuls of glistening boob-lube across her vast tracts of buxom bosom, the warm oil drizzling across her tits and draining into her cock-clogged cleavage in hypnotic amber waves that shimmered in the flickering lamplight of the royal bedchamber. Normally the half pint of mammary marinade she applied would suit the queen’s shaft-pleasing needs… but on a second glance down at the throbbing blue behemoth swaddled softly between her buttered-up breasts, Ember shrugged, chucked aside the silver serving spoon and proceeded to upend the entire tureen of moisturizing body oil upon her heaving chest. Realizing and not caring one whit for the mess her handmaidens would have to clean up later, in the face of what phenomenal phallic presence pulsed between her tits Ember was going all out.

And likewise Volt was going all in, or at least his well-lubed wang was. All in to the supremely slippery embrace of Ember’s enormous breasts, which the dragon queen at last began to brandish dick-side. Claws sunk deep into her own reptilian milkers, Ember found firm grip on her gargantuan gams despite the oodles of oil literally dripping off each titanic teat in cinnamon-scented waves, and with that purchase secured proceeded to PUMP and SLAP and PLAP her way headlong and fuckstrong into the best tittfuck a young buck like Volt could have ever dreamed of.

“Ooooh hell yeah baby, work those goddamn fuck-udders!” Volt exclaimed, leaning back on his elbows and simply enjoying the queen’s extremely personal service.

“Damn, I always knew you were rockin’ the fattest fuckin’ tits in all the land milady, but go figure you really know how to use em’ too!” Ember blushed inexplicably even deeper at her suitor’s salty language, though in spite of her high society sensibilities balking at Volt’s bluster, the queen’s primal urges were well and truly in control by now, and she soon found her positively pornstar-tier treatment of the thick blue dick between her tits grew more and more emphatic with every off-color comment directed her royal way.

“Fuck fuck fuuuck, this is way too great — and hey, y’know queenie after I knock you up I bet your boobjobs get even better! Fuck just thinkin’ about your belly blown up with a couple clutches of eggs, big blue baby-bottles bloated with milk wrapped around my dick… FUCK sorry I can’t help myself— C’MERE SLUT!!”

Ember’s energetic chest-based gyration ground to a halt — the Empress of Dragonkind Herself drawing the line at that last slur hurled her way — but before she could raise any verbal objection to Volt’s term of endearment her unsavory suitor had already curled both claws around the back on her head, pulled back mightily, and before she knew it—

“MMMRRFPH!! Hmm-mmrgh— MMF!” the bulbous teal tip of Volt’s cock suddenly stuffed into her mouth put a physical cork in whatever admonishment she’d meant to raise.

Still subconsciously sliding her oiled-up mommy meat around Volt’s vibrating shaft, Ember helped her horndog guest eke the final few lewd lengths towards an awesome climax. Less than a minute of awkwardly gurgling around the colossal cockhead lodged in her mouth and tickling her tonsils, the queen’s coquettish choking were swiftly usurped by astonished sputterings and wet retches as the first of far too many gluts of creamy dragon cum blasted out of Volt’s dick and filled her oral cavity to the brim and beyond.

“UURGGL— Gulp! Gluk-gluk-GULP—uughk- ahghlurp…!” no matter how quickly the queen chugged her consort’s tar-thick nut, still more came. Of course plenty managed to find an exit streaming from her flared nostrils in pearly white ropes, and plenty simply spilled out around the imperfect seal of her lips to his dick… but still, the cumslut’s share of Volt’s virile load found no better flow that straight down Ember’s throat — which worked ceaselessly, the empress’ slender neck bloating and bulging in rhythmic time as she instinctively swallowed swig after sticky seminal swig of her liquid lunch — and naturally, down into her heretofore empty stomach.

But still, not even the elastic confines of Ember’s swelling belly proved room enough for Volt’s immaculate jism injection. Though the empress herself scarcely believed it, in due course the spermatic pressure built up in her stomach gave way to a gut-churning procession of backed-up ballsnot emptying into her small and large intestines in turn; frothing tides of testicular brew blew through the rest of Ember’s entrails right up til they crossed the natural finish line, and squelching jets of jizz began to rhythmically pulse out of the queen’s quivering asshole to splatter in shimmering puddles all over the ornate carpet she knelt unsteadily upon.

“Hoowaah! Sorry about that queenie, I’d have let you butter me up longer but those fuckin’ tits of yours got me going way too good! Geez, them things oughta come with a warning label or somethin, sheesh…” Volt opined at length, once the tide of his nut had waned and he leaned back on the bed again, leaving Ember to shakily extract his dick from her mouth and stagger backward onto her heels.

The queen quaked not just from the enormous effort of swallowing down what she could of the last throatload of babybatter Volt had pumped up into her — and coughing up what she couldn’t, excess spunk drooling from her mouth and dripping from her chin like salty stalactites that ran off into the oily cleft of her well-fucked chest — but also from the first-hand experience both her boobjob and Volt’s unexpected oral creampie (more of a XXL creamweddingcake, really) had given her. Ember’s heart skipped beat after beat, the thought of what a cumshot like the one that’d just fertilized her entire digestive system would do to her woefully empty womb and overripe ovaries. Her thick thighs ground together with animal anticipation, and she had to fiercely fight the urge to reach a hand or two between her legs and answer her needy nether region’s plea for attention… but with the grace a century of royal rule had instilled in her, instead Ember spanked her inner slut into submission and climbed to her feet out of the small pond of excreted ejaculate she’d been kneeling in for minutes now.

“Y-you have our forgiveness, sirrah, so long as you… ah, warn Us next time, hmm? Now then, if you’ll excuse me,” Ember remarked while idly massaging her cum-covered chesticles and turning toward the door, “We’ll have a maid sent in to tend the mess, and in the meantime do avail thyself of the washroom — it’s just over yonder, you see? We will return in some time once sirrah is ready to, ah, go again? Until then…”

Not two stately steps toward the door did Ember take, however, before a sharp tug at her trailing tail stopped the empress in her tracks.

“Whoa whoa whoa, what the heck?” Volt demanded, up on his feet and casting an incredulous look up at the shedragon he’d grabbed by the tail. “Come off it queenie, cut the cockteasing bullshit alright? How the hell a prime piece of fuckmeat like you’s gonna get tired out after just sipping a little bit of pre-game precum, huh?” Ember blinked, eyes wide and breath catching, unable to believe her ears. “W-We beg your pardon?” the queen quipped curiously.

“Beg my dick up your ass bitch, I mean what the fuck! I thought you called me here to knock your royal cunt up, not get wound up by a quickie then get left out to dry dammit!”

Ember took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and bowed her head low. What incredible good fortune had found her! At this rate, she’d have a whole host of honeybun heirs baking to golden perfection in her over by the evening’s end.

“Ah, please sirrah, accept Our apologies, and a place in Our bed as well…”

\\ FLASHBACK COMPLETE ///

Lingering visions from earlier in the day were blasted clear out of Ember’s head when a powerful pair of hands clamped down on the back of her head and square between her shoulder blades (respectively), without warning shoving the empress’ upper body flat against the mattress to leave only her resplendent rump propped up in the air. Which of course was the prime place for it to be in order to take all the back-breaking, toe-curling, cheek-clapping attention Volt continued to pummel Her Majesty’s posterior with.

And now with the squealing shedragon pinned in place beneath him, jiggling tits spread out on either side of her chest and head both buried several inches into the bedspread, the dominating drake was able to savagely ravish that royal ass even better. Volt growled through grit fangs and Ember wailed muffled moans straight into the sheets as her honored guest pounded her asshole to a thick wet pulp in a rapid-fire procession of perfect piledriver pumps. Both dragons had sunk so deep into the throes of buttfucking passion that neither took notice of all four tall oak posts at the corners of Ember’s breaking into splinters, even the solid wood pillars unable to weather the wild battering of the queen’s bedframe by way of said queen being bodily smashed again and again into the mattress at the end of Volt’s energetic thrusts. Of course Ember had more to moan about than her bedroom furniture being broken apart by the brutal buggering she suffered. In the odd moments her brain wasn’t busy bouncing back and forth inside her head from the regular spine-bending shockwaves rippling out of the anal epicenter between her buttcheeks, dimly the queen managed to put a short list together. Thus, the things tugging tightest at the corners of Ember’s embattled senses were, In order of increasing priority:

3. Something she’d not fully appreciated when massaging the thing with her massive mammaries earlier: the sheer size of Volt’s dong, in particular the obscene length. Fully erect as he had been for an hour now, Ember estimated her partner’s prick might come up to her chin were he laid flat on his back and were she stood on tiptoe over his waist. It had been one thing to wrap her royal udders around a dick more than two meters tall, but taking that truly monstrous meat to the hilt (which was the de facto fashion Volt violated her anus, naturally) was a feat of an exponentially greater sort. In the heat of the moment however, Her Highness really had no say in the matter; Ember was made to take every last inch, even if, at the aching end of every rectum-wreaking stroke — balls-deep anal assaults that saw Volt’s powerful hips nearly disappearing amidst the queen’s gelatinous asscheeks squishing and twisting around his waist, his bulbous ballsack planted hot and heavy directly across her desperately wet pussy — the phallic bulge distending Ember’s belly plunged so deep inside her she could swear Volt’s violet dickhead was knocking up against her racing heart.

2. Given the godlike length stuffing her guts like so much draconic sausage deep enough to knock out what little air she could keep between screams in her lungs, naturally more than just the queen’s dignity was being disturbed by the ludicrous length lining her insides. Namely the copious amounts of precum still bubbling in her bloated belly, warm wads of which were being regularly jostled loose by Volt’s monstercock crammed up her ass, only to bubble up backwards into Ember’s esophagus and spew from her face’s assorted orifice in sticky white waves. It wasn’t so much the regurgitation as it was the regular reminder that every mouthful of upchucked spunk that oozed out a nostril or squeezed between her grit teeth was several million fewer of Volt’s potent swimmers destined to find a home where they belonged in the deepest parts of Ember’s royal womb. A part of her knew it wasn’t rational to think this way, but a far larger part of the queen — even having yet to take an actual load of Volt’s most masculine of bodily fluids at this point — was well on its way to total seminal enslavement, and the thought of letting even an ounce of the buttery babybatter swimming inside her escape was almost more than the cum-junkie queen could stand.

1. Her fat, fertile vagina was on the verge of bursting. Willing and able slave to the butt-based abuse forcibly fucked directly into her asshole as she was, Ember was growing ever more anxious about the distinct lack of dick slamming with similar fervor up her inflamed fanny. If her head wasn’t pinned deep into a goose down pillow, if her tongue wasn’t totally gummed up with backwashed cum, or if the sound of Volt’s hips violently SLAMMING and SLAPPING into her fat thighs and tight asshole like a hambone quartet half-drowned in pork gravy wasn’t blocking out every other sound in earshot… she would have spoken up. She would have pleaded for her poor, unfucked pussy’s sake. She would have handed Volt the literal keys to her kingdom for just a pittance of dick crammed up her aching, desperate twat. His huge and heavy ballsack beating her pale white vulva into a burning red heat was only making the wait worse, and driving the queen quicker than ever up the walls. If Ember didn’t get her snatch seriously stuffed soon, she’d lose what little was left of her half-melted mind.

To the queen’s continual good fortune, all three points came to a perfectly pleasant conclusion simultaneously, just as Volt at last came inside her.

Letting loose with a crooning cry of “HOOOOOOOOOO—!!!” Volt clamped down with all his strong limbs at once — hands and arms wrapped around Ember’s enormous hips and twerk-worthy cheeks, while his legs snapped tight against the shedragon’s own bare thighs — and began to blow an absolutely legendary load up Her Highness’ royal asshole. Riding a fine line of composure as she already was, feeling the first few roiling ropes of dragon jizz unload deep as can be inside her pushed Ember well over the edge, and as Volt inseminated her digestive system from the ass end up her royal highness howled aloud a keening cry of "HNNNGGHYEEEEEESSS—!!!" and started to squirm and shake in the gleeful grip of a screaming, squirting orgasm.

Volt largely ignored the queen's gushing cunt hosing down point-blank his titanic testicles, too busy as he was holding the writhing whore steady while he fertilized her guts for the second time tonight, and with a fully-fledged load this time to boot. Thus while Ember's palpitating pussy quivered and quaked and splattered a slutty spread of sticky girlcum over the bulging ballsack kissing her quim, Volt's genitals in turn worked overtime to reciprocate. Bollocks boiling over with roiling jism and nearly nine imperial feet of massive blue shaft buried to the hilt up Ember's asshole pumping glut after thick, fertile glut of searing seed inside the squealing queen, in a matter of moments Volt had injected twice as much pure dragonut into Ember's guts as his entire precum teaser from earlier... but showed no signs of slowing.

"Fuckyeahyeahyeah! Oh godDAMN bitch, that's right fuckin' take it all, really let it soak up in ya, hahaHA! Mmmf, it's the least I can do for an ass this fat, FUCK!!" Volt growled through grit teeth, taking several shallow strokes into said fat ass, only letting a meager dozen inches pull up and out before slamming back into balls-deep place. Each rapid-fire pump gave just enough clearance between Volt's nuts and Ember's slit for the former to land with a loud wet SMACK on the latter, meanwhile the empress' suction-sealed sphincter stretched and squeezed around the studragon's pumping shaft, her butthole bowing out and in unwilling to release its greedy grip of Volt's pulsating prick for even a moment.

For her part Ember would have liked to cry out a similar string of compliments to the dapper cocksman currently drilling her harder and deeper than she'd ever dared dream, but when she opened her purple-painted lips all that came out was a sickening "HuuuUUBLUGH—" followed by a fresh stream of semen that soon bloomed into a full-on torrent. Billowing like a majestic eggshell fountain from mouth and nose with firehose force, Ember projectile puked pint after milky white pint of Volt's nut all over her satin bedspread. But the real regret was not for whichever scullery maid drew the short straw and wound up on laundry duty tomorrow, but for the heartbreak her inner whore felt at both seeing and tasting the dragon of her dream's fertile fluid spilling fruitlessly out of her. Now that she was getting a taste of the real deal it was even worse. If Ember had been even a little unconvinced of Volt's virility, now her tongue too was telling her not to worry; in fact, in the heat of the moment Ember felt she could almost taste the individual supersperm populating the spunk she spewed penetrating her tastebuds en masse. Regretful as Ember was to see even a single drop wasted (let alone the fifty plus gallons now gluing her bedsheets together into a single sticky slab of satin) Volt was equally grateful for the very generous present of ferociously fuckable booty. Not one to look a gift hole in the ass, he finished his first nut of the night off with several more shallow thrusts and a smattering of appreciative open-palm spanks laid hot and heavy across the queen's extremely able asscheeks.

"Mmmf! Hell yeah, attagirl your highness! Man alive I don't think I've fucked an ass that nice... well, ever! Top five for sure, at the absolute worst..." Volt quipped while the last few cups of cum squeezed out of his dick, and subsequently collapsed forward onto Ember's sweat-slick back, still buried to the hilt inside the significantly bloated dragon bitch. "Mmm, damn fine cushion too, I could catch some serious Z's just like this, whoo..." the post-climax stud spoke, stretching out atop the plump blue curves beneath him.

"...Nah, only joking!" Volt punctuated his jest with a cheeky tweak at one of Ember's big purple nipples. "How you holding up though, for real?" he ventured then, gently kissing the queen's neck and scratching her back before lifting Ember's head up from the spunk-covered pillow it lay on and turning her towards him.

Ember managed to fix one dilated pupil back at Volt, and answered his question curtly by belching up several throatfuls of semen.

"Awesome, good to hear! Let's keep this gravy train going then! Just gimme one sec, whuup..." grinning like a kid in an ovulating dragon bitch store [Ed. Note: man, what a simile huh? How do I keep coming up with these gems, geez...] Volt planted his hands again on Ember's back and pushed himself off her (an action that pushed Ember herself back into the messy mattress, and caused another wet wave of fresh ejaculate to pour over her lips) before rolling his shoulders, flexing his wings, and getting right back into it.

"I kept you waiting a while, huh? Don't worry milady, I guarantee this'll be worth the wait..." Volt said as he grabbed hold of a fat blue thigh. Dick still lodged firmly in the queen's ass, Volt tugged her leg up and twisted Ember like a well-oiled lug nut wound around his stiff screwshaft, turning her from flat on her back to face up thanks to his phallic fulcrum (and about a hundred gallons of semen sloshing inside her acting as all-natural lubricant, of course). Thusly turned onto her back, Ember cast a curious look up at her handler, watching Volt sling her leg over his shoulder. Thick thigh clutched close to his chest, Volt bucked and turned his hips, slowly but surely extricating the multiple meters of his meat from the empress' sperm-soaked rectum... only to slip it straight back into her some inches up, straight into the next nearest orifice.

Ember's curious cocked eyebrows leapt straight up in equal parts sheer relief and pure animal pleasure as Volt's big blue cock at long last ventured inside her vagina. From the first moment of her puffy purple labia squelching and stretching around the layered ridges of his textured tip, to her birth canal bulging wide around a shaft greater in girth than both her fists and Volt's held together, up to her cervix wisely forgoing any resistance whatsoever to let the dick of her dreams enter easily all the way into her womb... if she'd not just creamed herself silly several minutes ago, Ember might have orgasmed right then and there on thrust number one. Instead she merely moaned like a whore in heat, hooked her free leg around the small of Volt's back, swallowed enough cum to clear her vocal chords at last, and beseeched the dragon sunk deep into her soaking snatch with batting lashes, her most brazen bedroom eyes, and a most potent appeal:

"Hnnh... aah, haa, yeees... oh sirrah, don't hold back... p-pleeease...! Breed meee!!" No red-blooded dragon worth his dick could ignore such a request. Thus with jaw set, slutty dragon queen saluted, and a cocksure

"You got it queenie! One bellyful of royal rugrats comin' right up!" hissed through a toothy grin, Volt got to work.

At first though, in contrast to the high impact anal action just prior, Volt took the first tentative thrusts between Ember's fertile folds slow. Grinding his hips to hers, studded blue log sawing in and out of the queen's quaking quim, Volt tried out Ember's twat at a painfully casual pace. So painful that it took no more than a half dozen partial insertions that barely brushed the restless roof of Ember's womb before the empress felt compelled to pipe up with another earnest plea:

"Hnnnh! Aah, w-whyever dost thou thrust s-so slooow...? Please I... I beg of you, t-tarry no more milord!" whined the supine shedragon, hips jerking in Volt's lap with craven carnal need. The smirking stud she squeezed her slippery thighs around only looked down at her and shook his head, laying a lewd SLAP smack dab on Ember's cum-bloated belly before calling back.

"Oh, sorry milady didn't quite catch that. Remember I'm not real hip to all that fancy talk, so maybe try something a little more my speed, eh? Just make like you're a common peasant, y'know some low-class country skank out on the town looking to get laid by some big strapping blacksmith or something..."

Flustered and fuming but far beyond impatient for the rough stuff she so desperately desired, Ember pawed awkwardly at her tits, squeezing both teats together and putting on her best 'come hither and fill my slutty cunt full of dragon cum' expression. Looking up at the game-playing prick leering back down at her, the dragon empress licked her lips, wiggled attractively, and acutely clenched her kegels for good measure as she acted the part asked of her:

"O-oh please s-sir... use my p-pussy as you will... ta-take me f-fast and hard, d-don't hold back until you release thy s-seed deep inside me!" Volt let slip a bemused snort, rolling his eyes and remarking

"Ha! I guess that's a little better but to be honest queenie, you could use a few acting classes one of these days" but nonetheless rewarding Ember's efforts by digging one firm thumb down between her flowing folds, where he began to take slick swiped at her throbbing clit — an organ so swollen it might as well have been a third stiff nipple nestled between the queen's puffy purple vulva.

"I'll give ya one more shot though, go on — tell me how bad you need my big blue dick smashing this slutty snatch silly!" As his thumb wrested Ember's engorged clitoris into all sorts of arm bars, half nelsons and cross-face cradles, Volt kicked his hips into gear and began grinding his dick in and out of the queen's creamy cunt — quick and complete enough now for each thrust to push all but a mere half-meter of meat deep inside her, the soft spines lining his prick plowing deep furrows all along the empress' vaginal walls, and each powerful plunge ending with Ember's entire womb hugging his cock like an undersized condom — to spur her on to deeper debasement.

Ember received the first blessed batch of earnest insertions with all the elegance of a dick-deprived gutterslut getting her first dose of vitamin D following a month of court-ordered celibate behavior. In other words, like a wailing whore twisting and tearing her satin sheets to ribbons while she shivered and shook, the pleasure pounding out from her split-wide snatch so overwhelming that words momentarily failed her. In lieu of an intelligible sentence then, all the empress could say in answer to Volt's command was a guttural, emphatic:

"HAAAAH!! HNnnAAAH-AAEEH—OOoOoUGH-AAHN!"

Amusing as it was to watch the reigning empress reduced to a shame and mindless mess of tremulous tits, wobbling belly, ahegao eyes and an almost too-juicy cunt clearly in serious need of family-size creampie catering... it was not what Volt had asked for. Grunting and growling with a shadow of impatience flashing across his face, Volt fell forward, descending onto Ember like a lion pouncing on uncooperative prey. In an instant Ember's ceaseless spew of sputtering slutnoise came to an abrupt end as Volt's fingers wrapped tightly around her slender neck.

"AHHNnnAAH—eh-eughck...! Gh...eehk...?!" Ember squeaked, whorish wailing reduced to a coarse croaking hiss by the choking grip of Volt's strong claws cinching tight under her chin.

"Listen close, queenie." Ember's eyes widened and watered as she looked up at Volt's face mere inches from her own.

"You can lose you cool in a bit, but I want to hear you say it first. I wanna hear you say just how bad you want me to pound my MASSIVE—" all at once Volt's hips slammed fully forward, embedding his raging dragondick completely inside the empress for a split second before he pulled back "—FUCKING—" only to CRASH straight back into her, hilting himself in a second savage thrust "—MEGACOCK—" once more Volt sheathed his dick to the root inside Ember's epileptic pussy, the third time maintaining his balls-deep presence while he went on,

"—up your cocksleeve of a cunt, huh? How bad do you want me to smash your snatch stupid, hm? How bad you want my next nut pumped straight inside your royal babymaker, huh? How bad do you wanna be my personal fuckin' incubator, bitch!?" By the time Volt concluded his line of questioning Ember's distressed expression had begun to turn a deep shade of purple from the lack of air, but the choking claw at her throat relaxed in a snap as Volt took his hand away and promptly laid a pair of back and forehand slaps across either of her plum-colored cheeks.

"Well? What's it gonna be queenie?"

By her divine right, the Empress of Dragonkind Herself should have called the guards then. She should have had Volt drawn, quartered, hanged, beheaded, and burnt at the stake (in that order). As the sole and all-powerful monarch of her entire species, she should have never suffered such slurs, much less the manhandling of her flawless face and elegant neck.

And yet.

The words that came bubbling up her gasping airways and babbling over her dribbling lips like some primal monsoon of humiliation were not, in fact, "Off with his head!" but instead, no less than this ridiculous run-on sentence:

"I... I w-wa... I want... nnnhoouh, I want it I want it I want it please oh PLEASE use me, ram that godly dragon dick up my c-craven CUNT hard as you can, don't stop until you fill me completely with fresh hot cum and you knock me up like the needy BITCH that I am, yes yes YES oh yes I am a bitch I'm YOUR bitch, please make me a mommy, sow your seed inside me and turn my twat into your own personal hatchery, breed me daddy PLEASE oh fuck fuck FUCK you can take the throne, the crown, you can have the whole damn EMPRE just please PLEASE BREED ME!!!"

The smile that split Volt's face shone bright enough to blind, so it was good timing Ember's eyes had once more begun to roll up in their sockets just before she finished saying her perverse piece. Halfway through the queen's speech Volt had heard enough, and had spun his hips into a rigorous rutting rhythm of vigorous vaginal varnishing. He had ears for her whole spiel of course, but true blue cocksman that he was, Volt had no thought to usurp the queen's rightful rule. Naturally, he was just here to have a good time — and crush as much puss as possible in the process, of which Ember's was ripe for the reaming.

"Now THAT's what I like to hear! You got it queenie, I'll have your ass fully MILF'd up in a hot minute! You just lay back, breathe deep, and cream yourself silly while I make a goddamn jizz balloon outta yer majesty's womb!"

Having said all there was to say, it was finally time to get done what there was to do. That being primarily Ember's burning, churning clunge, and secondarily introducing her unsuspecting ovaries to several trillion gentlesperm suitors.

Already rolling deep in furious pussy-fucking pace, Volt and Ember smashed as they'd never smashed before. The former bent his whole being to the torrid task of packing as much punch as possible in each successive pussy-plunging piledriver stroke, and the latter bowed her buxom body beautifully to welcome every half-ton thrust of phallic pressure graciously with her whole cum-hungry hole. From the frothing purple lips of her suction-cinched labia sealed tight around Volt's engorged girth, to the entirety of her blue-blooded birth canal that throttled his cock hotter and harder than her throat had been choked a minute ago, all the way through her cervix and into the imperial eggsac itself... everything Ember had to contribute to the babymaking proceedings she offered up with heart and holes wide open and ready to receive.

A fact which Volt intuited through invisible hormonal messages, some certain scent wafting in the sex-filled air, the pure primal body language of his partner's plush cunt clinging around his cock like a sperm-starved leech... or just as a matter of course, since he'd never let a lady in need leave unimpregnated before today, and he wasn't about to start now. Thus the stud fucked on and on, going harder in the penile paint than an all-boys student body set loose in an overstaffed whorehouse just after graduation.

Judging by the extra-erratic clenching of the cunt he stuffed, plus Ember's claws gouging frantic white lines all over his arms (that had found their way over her chest to let his hands knead, squeeze, tug and twist Her Highness' huge teats) Volt guessed correctly that the empress' was enjoying at least one or two ongoing orgasms of her own. Call him a hopeless romantic, but the way Volt saw things, any lady loudly climaxing like she did was at the very least a friend worth benefitting.

Call him a rigid royalist while you're at it, since Volt called any queen happy to squirt herself senseless on the rock hard phallus of a fellow she'd met only a few hours ago, beyond question, a monarch he wouldn't mind serving. And in this particular scenario he had one clear, carnal way to render said service: dick first. Deftly doubling, then — upon feeling another gush of girlcum hose down his abdomen, and suffering a fresh set of scratches from Ember's orgasmic grasping besides — tripling his empress-impregnating efforts, Volt vaulted to still higher heights of heinous whore-rutting rigor, furiously fucking Ember's buttery box like an Amish amphetamine addict churning a week's worth of cream in a the final few frantic minutes before his high wears off.

Those minutes flew by in sweat-scented seconds considering how much fun all those involved were having (Volt verily relishing the impossibly posh pussy provided, Ember basically embalmbed in pre-pregnancy ecstasy, and the half dozen horny maids all battling it out for their turn peeking through the queen's bedchamber keyhole) but boy howdy was there ever a lot of action packed in to that sex-condensed timespan. Volt valiantly railed away, pecs flexing and jacked back bending from swollen shoulder to sidewinding spine to grinding glutes all working in concert to slam all three meters of meat he had to fuck straight up and down Ember's blushing cunt, her luscious lips gripping, cervix sucking, and womb wringing every inch of dragon dick deforming its uterine wall with greedy need of the impending seminal storm. The royal bedchamber resembled now less a resplendent place of repose, and more a ramshackle rutting sty for the most slovely slut and filthiest frequent-fucker of an overbooked bordello.

The queen screamed, her tremendous tits bouncing, toes curling and fingers flailing, back arched near to ninety degrees and dick-split snatch spitting yet another steamy mist of climax all over Volt's crotch. A crotch that continued to crash and smash against Ember's spasming snatch with sickening CLAPS and PLAPS, the queen's squirting orgasms only increasing the squelching splendor of each successive kiss of the couple's ultraslick hips.

Then, with no warning, no pithy proceeding quips from the fucker or fuckee or even the cheeky author, without so much as a courtesy purple nurple to Ember's nipple or staccato slaps on her inner thighs to tip her off, Volt came.

His first rope ripped into the back of Ember's babymaker with the force of a sperm-filled dumpling shot out of a pneumatic cannon. The next several seminal salvos followed in an instant, and soon the queen's womb was swirling with spunk-based stew. Her proverbial pot would have boiled over in a matter of moments... but Ember's anatomy would never stand (or slovenly convulse in the throes of torrential babymaking ecstasy, rather) to let even a single drop of jizz be wasted.

Her cervix — up til now happy to throw its figurative hands up and let all the dragon dick in the word plow through it without a shred of resistance given — seized the moment, spending all the strength it had saved to clamp down around Volt's cock like a vaginal vise and forming a virtually watertight seal... or cumtight as least, but given how ungodly thick the sperm now rapidly bloating Ember's uterus up from a nubile pink pocket to a ponderous pumpkin-sized (that is, the blue-ribbon winning, county fair crushing kind that needs a six-steed squadron of draft horses to pull it from the garden patch, a team of tractors to take it to market, and a full-time fleet of grandmas working way past midnight to turn it into several hundred turkey day desserts) paunch was, the chance of even one renegade sperm escaping the queen's insides were well below zero.

And so with no available route for the in-utero pressure to blow off, it simply continued to build. Ember's belly, already significantly swollen from the untold gallons of Volt's previous load fermenting in her stomach, bulked and bulged even bigger. Inside her in-use orifice the increasing amounts of pent-up semen started to sink even deeper into her anatomy, not content to simply soak into her womb's walls but now pressure-prying wide and crowding down Ember's fallopian tubes in thick, creeping waves of cream. Soon enough the empress' very ovaries got in on the action, welcoming with open oocytes the oncoming concourse of cum thundering down upon them.

Many million sperm per second assaulted the queen's giddy gametes, egg cell after slutty spunk-junkie egg cell slurping up enough genetic material to make a whole damn family forest, and still the sperm storm raged. Volt couldn't see Ember clearly anymore for how rotund she'd become. Ember couldn't see anything at all however, as her eyes had rolled all the way up into the back of her head; if someone held a flashlight to the back of her skull she might have been able to see her brain frying in real time from the maternal euphoria bringing her to heart-stopping absolution. So deep in her breeding frenzy as she was, the queen could almost feel the future kings and queens squirming in her core. Her cunt stuffed to the brim and beyond with a fertile flood of Volt's virile cum was quite literally the crowning achievement of Ember's entire life.

Her heart pounding, body rippling top to bottom with MILF-christening ecstasy, and head totally overheated, Ember screamed one last gasp through O-shaped lips in the grip of a sneaky last-second whoregasm, "Hnnnnggghhhh-ah-aaah-ah..."

...and passed out on the spot.

Volt meanwhile took his time coming down, and kept his consciousness easily in hand. After casually cooling down with a few more minutes of shallow pussy-pumping thrusts just to make sure he'd gotten the lot out of him, the queen breeder smooshed the maternal mound of Ember's belly down enough to see her face and check up on her. Seeing over her sloshing guts, he of course saw the well-seeded scion's eyes rolled up in their sockets and shoulders slumped limply into the sperm-soaked sheets. Volt shook his head, equal parts amorous amusement and professional pride in a bitch well bred filling his head and heart respectively.

"What's this? Taking a breather so soon?" He gently rolled his hips, relishing the unconscious queen's cunt involuntarily clenching and squeezing his dick around the root, while his broadhead tip swirled and stirred up the half ton of seminal stew churning in her cum-ballooned womb.

"Bit of a waste to break it off now though, I mean we got at least another couple hours til sunrise... hmm, alright queenie here's the deal—" Volt said at length, smacking both palms onto Ember's swollen midsection, sending the stuffed slut's bloated belly wobbling like an obscene mound of gravid gelatin, "—if you DON'T want me to keep raw-dogging you silly all night long, pumping your slutty pussy so full of spunk you'll wake up looking like a fuckin' waterballoon... just give me a sign."

The array of full-body spasms and few faint gurgles Ember offered in her drenched-dream slumber evidently failed to meet Volt's measure.

"Any sign at all, a wink, a wave, maybe just rub your tits together... no? Haha, alright well with your blessing then milady, don't mind if I do!"

And so despite the queen conked out like a light, Volt sallied forth to further fornicative feats long into the night right up to the bright light of dawn. While she slept, the Empress of All Dragonkind’s new beau toured her every hole several times over, ensuring every last inch of her royal flesh — outside and in — was rightly seeded, breeded, and indubitably inseminated.

Not too shabby for the first night of a one-week stand.

\\ EPILOGUE ///

Several seasons had come and gone since that fateful evening of brazen breeding.

Ember, the Lordly Lady and Empress of Dragonkind Herself had since grown emotionally fond of a certain addition to her personal court, and consequently had grown physically by an approximate factor of four. Grossly gravid with her latest clutch of eggs, and all her assorted lady bits still swollen and bloated from the batch before, Ember was nonetheless infinitely content with the changes Volt had brought to the imperial palace, despite the several extra cup sizes and hundred-plus pounds packed onto her royal tits and ass (respectively).

Volt had naturally taken up a full-time position under Ember's command, and moved in to the palace permanently. He visited the queen often enough — popping into the Imperial Incubatorium to keep her company while she hemmed and hawed over the perfect perch to lay her eggs any day now, or stroking her baby-laden belly and gently buttfucking her to sleep at night — but most of his time was spent on his newfound habit of roaming the rest of Ember's immense demesne, impregnating any and every handmaiden or halfway horny soldier he could lay his greedy claws upon... which, considering his formal position as Royal Breedlord Supreme, was quite literally all of them.

The queen permitted (if not exactly encouraged) this behavior however, for she knew once she laid her latest clutch of future kings and queens, her promiscuous beau would be back at her bedside the very same night, ready and able as ever to fulfill his duty to the imperial brood without fail by knocking the queen up yet again.

Truly, "incredible good fortune" were words not nearly strong enough.

THE END