Flurry and the Dragon

The panties, having failed their purpose, sailed through the air. Flurry had stretched out the elastic between her hooves and let go, sending them flying until they draped over the dragon's horn, dangling just over top of his nose. She didn't need them anymore. What she needed was to lose herself in the sensation of being filled with this massive, pulsating dragon cock.

There was no better time for it. She was dripping all over the place, and he was covered in natural lubricant. She climbed up onto his knees, using them as a sort of platform to keep from slipping in more than she could handle. She wanted it all, but without proper stretching, she could easily tear something, and something told her that this dragon was not a doctor.

As soon as his tip pressed against the outside of her entrance, he closed his knees, lifting her up and away from it. "Tell me how much you want it," he ordered.

"You want it!" she yelled back, clearly frustrated at having it taken away from her. "Let's just do this already and be done with it!"

The dragon shook his head. "Ah, ah... You have to say the magic word, or the wand will not activate."

"Please!" She shouted.

"Please what?"

"Don't make me say it..."

"Say what? What is it you want me to do?"

Flurry tried to lower herself, but the dragon kept bringing her further up and away. He was waiting for her submission. He held almost all of the power, and he would not let her go until she gave him the rest.

"P-please, mister dragon..." She took a deep breath. "Ream me."

His knees swiftly but smoothly drifted apart, and within seconds, his entire tip was inside of her. The many tentacular barbs wriggled and writhed about inside of her, trying to claw their way in deeper. Flurry was speechless, her eyes and mouth wide open. Even though it was just the tip, and the narrowest and softest point along the entire shaft, it was still huge for her. She would have fallen over, except that the dragon was holding out his claws to keep her steady and upright.

He waited until her breathing returned to begin moving. Granted, he wasn't going to just let her slip down onto him all at once. It was not in his best interest to damage her; she would be unable to assist him, and he would have to work harder to keep her stable. She was most valuable if she was alive and healthy. His movements were thus confined at first to just a grind, moving her around in slow, wide circles, easing into her millimetre by millimetre.

Soon, the last barb disappeared inside of her. By now, her mouth and eyes has closed significantly. Her eyes were glazed over in comfort, and her tongue was hanging out of her mouth in pure bliss. She was awash with pleasure, and could handle a bit more stretching.

Spreading his legs a bit more, he let her slip a bit further down his shaft. He knew she could take it, as she had every ability to push herself up, but all she did was yelp, whimper, and tighten around him. She was not trying to push away; if anything, she was trying to suck more of him in.

He began to push his hips up gently, then pull back down. It was mere centimtres and going slowly, but he was thrusting into her. With every push, he'd go a little deeper, and with every pull, she'd cry out. His barbs, despite being soft, were somewhat sharp on the tips. Not sharp enough to do any damage to her, most likely, as their purpose was mainly to scrape out anything left by other dragons. Perhaps it was a bit selfish, but a dragoness who didn't like her previous partner could just hop to one she did want and be far more likely to lay a more agreeable clutch.

Every single thrust was longer than the last until she was completely voluntarily bouncing from his knot to his tip, her still-growing breasts flopping and rolling in front of her. She was lost in this action, a huge smile plastered across her face as she moaned so loud she could likely be heard outside the cave, were anypony there to hear her.

As the pace began to pick up, he wrapped his claws around her and rolled over, pinning her to the ground. He once more began to pump his hips, slamming forward with powerful, deep thrusts that she was unable to pull her attention away from. "Yes!!" she screamed out, "Harder!!"

Those were the last words to leave her mouth, as in the next instant, his tongue not only snaked its way past her lips, but squeezed its way around her tongue and down her throat. So lost was she in the moment that the only thing that crossed her mind was "I need to suck on it." Having nothing else to occupy her mind other than the intense orgasm she was about to experience, she complied. It didn't at all bother her how close his teeth were to her neck. It was worth the risk to be this completely stuffed.

Pumping ever harder, ever faster, he was reaching his limits. With one final, powerful smack, a loud pop echoed off the walls of the cave, followed immediately by a roar. His tongue slipped from Flurry's mouth as sparks began to snap and arc between his teeth, culminating in electricity booming from his single horn into the walls.

His every shout was harmonized with one of Flurry's. With the pop, his knot had finally breached her, splitting her wider than she had ever been before. This only grew with every powerful jet of cum rushing through the bundle of flesh, spitting out directly into her womb. He may not have been lined up for such a shot or biologically compatible, but the intense pressure inside guaranteed that it could go nowhere else.

She could feel every wave. The systolic pressure with every spurt would push out a chain of cartilaginous nubs, pressing hard against her sensitive vaginal walls. Even though it was only a single orgasm, it was not at all comparable to any she had experienced before. Even an orgy that had seen her finish five times in a single night had nothing on this one collection of mind-shattering pleasure.