Dragon Lands, the last month of winter. Despite the season, there was no hint of snow here. Not very surprising, considering how many lava lakes there are. Speaking of which, dragons usually settle right next to them. Some live in nearby caves, while others are simply forced to live on the rocky ground.
In such a landscape, a brick house stood out for several reasons. Its strange distance from the nearest lava lake, windows framed with an unknown material, and strange black devices that could be seen through them. However, the most alien part of the house was its resident.
Harry, the only human in this world. He had lived in Equestria for some time but ran into a "tiny" problem. Taxes, they call it. But since this is a magical world, there are a few places where you can live without paying anyone and even have a roof over your head. The safest of these turned out to be the Dragon Lands. If you don’t talk to anyone, no one will attack you, and food can be found in a normal river, which is, well, a mile from Harry’s house. It could be worse. But if this place is so good, why did he fall asleep on the couch without making it to his bed?
KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK
"Harry, get up, right now!" called a female voice from outside. It belonged to the current dragon lord, Ember. She was quite short, only 5 feet tall and had very wide hips. But there were no breasts. Absolutely. Damn the reality of magical ponies, I decided to be realistic in this place.
Not hearing an answer from inside, Ember snorted irritably, releasing a small cloud of black smoke. Instead of knocking again, she flapped her wings a few times to reach the window in an instant. In a well-practiced manner, she slid her claws under it and quickly lifted it. Right in front of her was the couch, and on it, Harry, her current target.
As soon as she placed one foot on the floor, he said, covering his face with his hands: "Uh, Ember, can we skip the training today? I’m a bit—"
"Wait, you weren’t sleeping!?" she asked irritably as her second claw landed on the floor with a light thud.
Harry was silent for a few moments before slightly opening one eye and awkwardly saying: "Uh, well, you know. I was hoping that if I pretended to be asleep, you’d just leave."
Ember grabbed the bridge of her nose with two claws and closed her eyes for a moment. But the next second, she took a few quick steps before grabbing Harry by the crotch, causing him to yelp: "Hey, what are you doing!?"
The dragoness briefly snorted and replied with complete calm: "I’m in heat. It’s in your best interest to help me deal with this right now."
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"Are you serious?" Harry asked, and without waiting for an answer, he kicked Ember away. At that moment, she regretted forcing him to train for the past few months, the blow was really strong. Moreover, the force of the impact caused the sofa on which Harry was lying to sway slightly, and then topple over with a loud thud.
Ember couldn’t help but giggle when she saw the spectacle. Harry, for his part, peeked out from behind the fallen couch and asked a relatively constructive question for the situation: "And why the hell did you come to me with this? There are a hundred and one dragons around who would be more than happy to fulfill your request."
She rolled her eyes in response and said, placing a paw on her hip: "First of all, yes, I'm serious. And secondly, I ran out of birth control crystals this year."
"Um, listen, I know a dragon. He has a square jaw, twelve abs, and is generally cool. We are very lucky that he has infertility!" Harry said, leaning back with a confident smile. Well, it would be more accurate to say that one person in the room thought it was confident. In part, the acting was influenced by thinking about how crystals should work, which were mentioned earlier.
In response, she just laughed and asked between giggles: "You? Seriously!? Harry, the one time I tried to take you to the lava lake a week ago, you ran away. Even before we started walking!"
"Okay, you’re right about that, I don't know any dragon. But I know for sure that someone who matches my description is out there somewhere! You just need to look somewhere! " Harry screamed, throwing his arms out to the sides.
Suddenly, Ember approached him and asked, grabbing his wrist: "And why are you so surprised? You’re an adult, right? Has no female ever approached you during heat for a quick release?"
Harry quickly pulled his hand away and just gave her a disbelieving look. A few seconds of silence hung in the room before Ember leaned forward and said slowly: "Well, okay, everything happens for the first time!"
When her claws were just an inch away from his shorts, he rolled to the side and said, quickly jumping to his feet: "You can’t just do that! For us humans, there’s a long romantic line before sex!"
Well, unless you’re from Nevada, I guess?
Ember’s nostrils flared irritably before she said: "Damn, your species is such a pain, you know that?"
Harry awkwardly pursed his lips and waved his hand slightly, as if saying: "Fifty-fifty."
She exhaled and then reluctantly made an offer: "Alright, I’ll give you ten minutes to prepare. Will that be enough for you to imagine a long romantic story?"
"Hmm, at least a few years."
"Fifteen minutes."
"At least a year."
"Half an hour."
"Well, half a year!"
"One hour. That’s final. Trust me, you don’t want me waiting that long."
"D-Do you realize how many levels of wrong this is? We’re literally different species!"
Ember blinked in response to Harry’s statement and just slowly tilted her head to the side. In response, he snorted and muttered, covering his face with his hand: "Okay, it was stupid to even think for a second that you could start the day by demanding sex and still be concerned about something as trivial as different species."
"Glad you understand."
Silence hung in the air for a couple of seconds as each of them thought about something. Ember’s mind was mostly occupied with holding back her heat. For now, it was relatively easy, but she knew that an hour would be her limit. Harry’s thoughts, on the other hand, turned into a smirk and the following question: "By the way, does this mean training is canceled today?"
"No, of course not!" she replied without a second thought. In response, the human irritably threw up his hands before sighing in disappointment.
Ember stepped over the couch and smirked, firmly grabbing Harry’s hand: "Hey, don’t whine like that. If you work up a good sweat, maybe you’ll forget about your stupid human stuff."
In response, he tried to pull his hand away as he had before. But the dragoness’s veins bulged slightly as she tightened her grip. Sighing in defeat, Harry reluctantly said: "Okay, I get it. You hate me."
She rolled her eyes and said, heading for the door: "Don’t be so dramatic. Many dragons would call your situation a stroke of luck."
"I’d call it a nightmare," he sighed, to which Ember snorted, already starting to lose patience. After a while, the pair stepped outside. Without a word, she released her grip and started jogging along a long-memorized route toward the nearest mountain. Harry reluctantly followed.
I really need to figure out how to get out of this situation
However, for just a moment, his gaze darted slightly lower. Maybe he hadn’t noticed it before due to fatigue from running or something else, but Ember’s cheeks were truly impressive. Her hips were almost twice as wide as her head. In addition, each buttock tensed, relaxed, and slapped against the other with every step.
Harry quickly shook his head before speeding up. As soon as he caught up with Ember, she suddenly asked: "Hey, why are you so against having sex with me?"
"I think I already told you?"
"Yeah, yeah, I got all that stuff about your weird culture and how you’ve mostly lived among humans. But I feel like there’s another reason. And even if there isn’t, one of the reasons you mentioned must be the main one, right?"
"Uh. . ." Harry mumbled awkwardly, looking away. She had hit the nail on the head. There was another reason why he disliked this situation so much. A reason so shameful that even I, the narrator’s voice typical for third-person storytelling, out of solidarity, won’t name it.
Ahem, okay, I won’t play with meta-humor.
In desperation, Harry vainly tried to change the subject: "Uh, hey, do dragons just go straight to it? No rituals at all?"
Raising an eyebrow, Ember decided to humor him and replied: "Well, if you’re so curious, there are a couple of things. For example, when a male refuses to take a female right away, she shows off her best aspects to seduce him."
Judging by your reaction, that didn’t work at all.
Barely holding back a loud snort, she asked, raising an eyebrow: "What about humans?"
Harry ran a hand over his face, trying not to grin. This was his chance, he could make up the most outrageous nonsense, and she wouldn’t have much reason to doubt it! For a few moments, his mind spun with crazy and very crazy ideas before forming a truly anti-sexual bullet: "Well, look. First, before even being called a couple, we have to hug someone 3,650 times. Hugging more than ten times a day is considered too vulgar."
"Are you serious?" Ember asked, frowning.
Nodding quickly, Harry continued, waving his hand: "Yes, yes! And you can only start doing that once you’re officially a couple. But first, you have to kiss non-stop for at least an hour."
"Yeah, you’re joking. You wouldn’t even have enough breath for that," Ember noted, smirking dismissively.
"Well, that’s exactly why I’ve never had a girlfriend," Harry retorted, clicking his tongue.
Suddenly, he felt himself being stopped mid-run. Looking down, Harry saw that the short dragoness had grabbed his sides and placed her head on his chest. Her claws dug into his skin through his clothes as she said hoarsely: "Hey, listen, with all these stupid rituals, you’ll never have sex. You’ll always be a virgin."
Ember exhaled, causing Harry’s face to sweat slightly as she continued: "So, forget your nonsense and just, fuck, fuck me!"
As soon as her claws grabbed the edge of his pants, ready to pull them down, Harry grabbed her wrists and said: "Hey, hey, we agreed I’d have an hour to mentally prepare!"
For a few seconds, Ember released heavy, hoarse breaths. The blue scales on her cheeks turned almost completely red. Finally, she quickly shook her head and said: "Oh, sorry. That often happens during heat. Especially with powerful dragons like me!"
"Really?" he asked, embarrassed, not daring to approach.
No, I was hoping I could get rid of this heat right now. Well, I’ll have to think of something else.
"Yes! Have I ever lied to you?" Ember replied. A small toothy smile appeared on her face as Harry shook his head.
He looked around and saw that they had finished their run just as they reached the top of a small mountain. There was a small sauna here that he had built himself. But that would come in handy a bit later. Sighing, Harry wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked: "So, now we’re doing exercises, right?"
For some unknown reason, Ember’s face suddenly brightened before she replied: "Yes, yes. For today, I know a good exercise. Watch what you need to do."
Very quickly, she turned her back to Harry and planted all four limbs on the ground. Then, bending them, she stretched forward before returning to the starting position and repeating. With each repetition, he could see the muscles in her thighs tensing, taking on clear shapes, her buttocks quietly slapping against each other, and, perhaps most importantly.
Her labia were perfectly visible. They pulsed slightly and emitted steam, as if in anticipation. For a moment, her vagina slightly opened, and a few drops of her fluids fell to the ground. Even from this distance, the smell was clearly noticeable. Strange, but not unpleasant. Though, what else could you expect from a creature from another world?
No, keep it together. I’m not going to do this with her!
As if sensing Harry’s thoughts, Ember snorted loudly and turned to face him, stopping right in the middle of the exercise. Her look clearly conveyed the thought: "If you don’t want to have sex, then do the exercise."
The look was so strong that he immediately got into position without thinking. After the first attempt to stretch, it became clear that this wasn’t just Ember’s way of showing off her charms. It was also a really tough exercise.
And it also became crystal clear to Harry that she hadn’t given up on the idea of seducing him this way. The dragoness deliberately changed her pace so that her vulva was always as close to his face as possible. Plus, with each passing moment, the light steam coming from there and the smell grew stronger. Suddenly, an association popped into his head. Blackberries.
My favorite berry. Damn, are you kidding me!?
It seemed like forever as he performed the exercise and watched her oozing fluids. To avoid being tempted, he tried his best not to breathe. Eventually, Harry’s arms grew tired from holding his weight, causing him to fall to the side and say: "That’s it. I can’t."
Ember let out a quiet, guttural growl. Right now, she was barely holding back from just tearing off his clothes and forcing him to have sex. But gathering the last remnants of decency instilled in her from her time with the ponies, she stood on two legs and suggested: "Maybe we should go to the sauna then?"
"Yeah, that would be nice," Harry replied nervously, heading toward the building first to buy himself a few seconds. The sauna he had built a few months ago wasn’t particularly beautiful. But it did its job of heating up perfectly. It was probably the hottest sauna he had ever been in. Though, Ember called it "not even half as hot as the lava lakes."
Entering the sauna, Harry took a deep breath and stripped off his clothes. For some protection against the crazy dragoness, he left his underwear on and entered the main room through the second door. Inside, there was a two-tiered bench and an electric heater. Taking a deep breath, he turned on the heat and sat on the highest level. She would come in a few seconds.
I really, really don’t want to do this. But how the hell do I get out of this situation? Given her strength and wings, escaping is impossible. And even if I could, where would I go?
His thoughts were interrupted when Ember entered, closing the door behind her. Each step was accompanied by an active sway of her hips and hoarse breaths. After a few seconds, she sat right next to Harry. The scales on her cheeks turned completely red.
Slowly, the temperature in the room began to rise as an oppressive silence hung in the air. The sweat that had appeared on Harry’s body during the exercises only increased. But suddenly, Ember said hoarsely: "Harry... I know you’re radically against having sex. And it’s not just one of the reasons you mentioned earlier."
He let out a heavy sigh. Given the situation, running was impossible. Besides, if he didn’t tell her, who would? So, he exhaled and said: "I’m afraid of sex."
"Huh?"
Harry rubbed his hands together and said awkwardly, "Well, anyway, one day I woke up in the middle of the night. I was probably 6 years old. I went to the kitchen to get some water, but I heard scary noises from my parents' bedroom. When I opened the door, I saw them having sex in super-strange poses! Like, the father was doing cunnilingus to the mother at the same time as she was giving him a blowjob! "
He glanced at Ember slightly, expecting any disparaging comments from her. Instead, she just kept blushing and panting. Sighing, Harry clasped his hands and continued: "And from that moment on, I'm very afraid of sounds related to sex. Like, you know that sound like a groan when you haven't oiled the door for a long time? One day, when I heard it, I ran away from home and didn't come back until the next day. And I came back mainly because it was my birthday. "
Again, silence. Clutching each other tighter, Harry decided to continue again: "When I was a teenager, a friend invited me to a party and said that the most beautiful girl in the world would be there. Sensing what might happen, I spent all my savings on earplugs."
He swallowed for a second, barely suppressing a laugh, "But it turned out that the only girl at the party was his mother, who sometimes brought us snacks. This guy loved his mother like hell! Probably because of the new Playstation we were playing. Ahem, but you get the gist, I was really afraid to hear sex! "
The endless space that Ember provided with its silence was overwhelming for Harry. For him, it felt like a silent threat of impending sex. He closed his eyes and said: "It might be funny to you, but there's nothing I can do about it! I am literally the most awkward virgin in the world who is afraid of his shadow... Okay, apart from moaning, I don't have any particularly strong fears.
Anyway, I must look and sound so stupid right now.
Suddenly, he felt a hot touch on his cheek. Turning, he saw Ember, her face less than an inch from his as she breathed heavily from her own restrained lust, which, however, had slightly spilled out in the form of a puddle of fluids beneath her. After a few moments, she said hoarsely: "Harry. . . You’re so silly. Strange. And insanely cute."
Awkwardly blinking a few times, Harry stammered: "D-Do you like me?"
"Why else would I bother introducing you to other dragons and making you stronger?"
His heart skipped a beat for a moment, and his breathing slightly heaved at such a response. A moment or two of silence hung in the air before he replied: "I-I like you too. Actually, I built this sauna just so we’d have more reasons to spend time together."
Ember let out one long, heavy sigh, and her gaze locked onto his eyes. It seemed like an eternity before she pulled Harry close and kissed him. For just a moment, he thought about resisting before giving in and enjoying it. The long dragon tongue easily dominated the human one, especially since he didn’t resist at all.
Continuing to kiss, Ember pulled off Harry's underwear with one paw, partially tearing it. His cock was fully aroused and was already dripping slightly with cum, although at first glance it was a little disappointing. In her entire life, she had probably never seen such a small penis, only five inches long. But on the other hand, it would be the first time she had sex with someone she really cared about.
Slowly breaking the kiss, a bridge of saliva formed between the lovers’ lips, only to break a second later. Then, with a light motion, Ember made Harry lie on his back and squatted down, trying to position her vagina best over his meaty pole.
With a sharp motion, she took him fully, causing the human to let out a restrained moan. Placing her paws on his chest, Ember began to slowly rise over his member. When it almost slipped out of her vulva, she quickly lowered herself again, this time letting out a small moan. In response to the sound, human shuddered and asked: "P-Please be quiet."
"Don't worry. I remember." Ember replied softly, pausing for a second or two. Taking advantage of the moment, he gently placed his hands on her hips to gain at least a hint of control. The fingers couldn't go deeper into the flesh, they instantly met her steel muscles.
She kept bouncing on his cock for a while, but something was wrong. Maybe because of his small size, maybe because of something else, but she didn't feel turned on enough to increase the intensity at all. It's good that Ember had its own method. She smiled slightly and said, "By the way, you can call me Dragon Lord. Or mistress~."
Harry arched an indignant eyebrow in response.
Oh, right, the virgin. The purest.
Ember stopped bouncing completely for a moment and said, as if talking to a child, "Harry, sometimes it takes a lot of excitement to really explode with pleasure. But sometimes just a dick and a pussy are not enough. In our case, I want to get the rest by having you exalt me."
"Oh. " Harry sighed, blushing slightly.
In the next second, he awkwardly stroked her buttocks and said, "Lady Dragon, I like your divine body. Your eyes, your wings, your ass. I would like to look at this as closely as possible for an eternity."
Ember giggled briefly and, as a reward, continued to slowly move on Harry's cock. After a few moments, she said with a wink, "Maybe if you're good enough, I'll grant you your wish. Do you want me to sit on your face later?"
"Yes, mistress." Harry swallowed convulsively, which made her laugh again.
Then, the pace began to gradually accelerate. She rose and fell faster and faster, each time slamming her hips against the balls. Her muscles gave her enough weight to make each repetition pleasantly painful for Harry. He, despite his lack of experience, at some point figured out to thrust back in response to each of the dragoness’s movements. Even the fact that her loins were probably ten times hotter than the sauna wasn’t a stopping factor.
The slapping of flesh against flesh became almost continuous, but Ember still kept Harry’s strange fear in mind. Feeling a moan coming, she leaned forward, continuing to bounce on his cock. Harry interpreted this as a desire to kiss and raised himself slightly on his elbows. But instead of tenderness, a bite on the neck followed. Somehow, it wasn't too painful, but it was extremely fixative. The only movement he could make was pushing his hips up in response to each Ember descent.
"Mph! " she breathed, holding her bite as she lowered herself one last time, completely engulfing his cock and finally freeing herself. A shiver ran through her entire body as her vagina released a wave of fluids directly onto his penis, balls, and everything nearby. Unclenching her jaws, she lightly licked the bite site before sighing contentedly and slowly sliding off his dick.
"Phew, thanks, Harry," she exhaled as she lay on her side and tiredly placed her head on the wooden bench. Of course, the process wasn’t particularly tiring. She had just spent a lot of energy holding back her lust earlier.
For a while, silence hung in the air, diluted only by the breathing of two lovers, the drip of vaginal fluids on the floor and the roar of an electric stove. Although the sauna was almost as hot as possible, none of them were hot. In fact, Ember felt slightly cold.
"Hey. We’re not done yet," Harry replied hoarsely. Suddenly, she felt a firm, almost locking grip on her horns. Turning her gaze, Ember saw that he was kneeling with his still-erect shaft. Despite the efforts she had made earlier, it still hadn't spilled a drop of semen.
"I haven’t finished yet," he explained, gripping her horns tighter. Before Ember could react, she was forcefully laid on her back, and her legs were spread apart. The tips of her toes ended up in a pool of her liquids that she had spilled earlier. Without a second’s delay, Harry forcefully thrust his dick into Ember’s crotch, causing her to let out a loud, guttural moan.
I-I’m not scared?
Indeed, the moan, the sound he had feared for many years, didn’t scare him. On the contrary, a wave of pure pleasure ran down his spine. Harry slightly pulled back before forcefully thrusting into Ember’s womb again, causing her to let out another, even louder grunt. Trembling with satisfaction, he leaned forward and whispered: "Moan for me. And make it loud."
For a moment, she raised an eyebrow in confusion. Hadn’t he just said a few seconds ago that he was afraid of such sounds? However, when Harry forcefully thrust again, kissing her deepest parts, Ember let out a guttural sob and dug her claws into his back. Each time he pulled out his cock, her grip relaxed slightly, only to dig into his shoulders the next time she inserted.
From that moment on, he pounded her like a madman. His human hands firmly gripped her horns, keeping Ember in place and not allowing her to change position. Not that she was against it. Her tongue hung out of her mouth as Harry continued to increase the intensity. The intensity of the penis made the entire vagina tremble with a mixture of pain and ecstasy.
The sound of flesh slapping against flesh once again filled the air as the speed reached its limit. His balls slapped against her buttocks with each deep thrust into her vagina. At some point, Harry pulled Ember close for another kiss. Succumbing to a moment of playfulness, she instead tried to bite his neck again. But he forcibly fixed her head and closed his lips with hers. This time, his tongue dominated, completely suppressing hers.
It seemed like an eternity as he greedily continued to pound her wildly, not stopping. But finally, he made one last thrust, pushing his member as deep as possible into Ember’s vagina before finally finishing. Her eyes rolled back in bliss as Harry loudly moaned: "AAAAH!"
Semen and vaginal fluids mixed into a single substance inside Ember, though some also ended up on the wooden bench she was now sitting on. Breathing deeply, Harry slowly pulled out his member, slightly trembling. Against the backdrop of the recent session, the sauna wasn’t just not hot—it was even cold.
"Wow. You’re greedier than any dragon I’ve seen," Ember sighed, slightly propping herself up on her elbows to meet his gaze.
Harry raised an eyebrow and asked with a hint of uncertainty in his voice: "What do you mean? Did I do something wrong?"
"No, not at all! It’s just, you know, most dragons just lie there and wait for the female to do everything. Sometimes it’s just plain boring," she explained before sitting up and moving closer to him.
"Though, maybe next time, don’t try so hard?" Ember smirked, slightly squirming to ease the pulsating pain in her vulva.
"Uh, sorry about that. I just thought at some point that this might be my only chance to lose my virginity," Harry replied awkwardly, scratching the back of his head.
"Don’t apologize, it was great sex! You completely made up for your small size."
"HEY!"
"Just, mm, let’s agree on when you go into sex maniac mode, okay?" Ember suggested, placing one paw on his shoulder and slowly reaching for his member with the other.
"Alright. But let me rest," Harry muttered, gently deflecting the dragoness’s advance.
"You can rest under my butt. It's definitely warmer there than in your sauna. " Ember suggested, clutching her buttocks with her claws and squeezing to emphasize her curves.
"Can I do it another time? I think I'm going to suffocate." Harry replied, rubbing his forehead slightly.
This answer did not satisfy her. She wrapped her claws around his shoulders and said in a hoarse voice: "But just think about it. You, such a seemingly big human, will be lying under the big ass of a seemingly small dragon. Her juices will envelop your face while your cock is twitching with excitement. Mmm~. "
"Not today. And anyway, you have some kind of weird fetish. Harry replied firmly, but he didn't push Ember away from him. Well, yes, I agree, one person has a strange fetish in this room.
She snorted but reluctantly nodded. Then, she sighed and said, slightly looking away: "Listen, dragons usually don’t do this kind of thing. We never have permanent partners."
"But?"
"But I want you to be my permanent partner. You know, so that every heat we do it like we did today. And maybe something else," Ember mumbled awkwardly, not daring to look Harry in the eye. But suddenly, she felt her cheeks being grabbed and turned.
"I agree," he quickly replied before kissing her again. Unlike all the previous kisses, there was no battle of tongues. Just a simple, sincere kiss.
I like you.
Author's Note
I'm terribly ashamed of that
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