Author's Note
I just wanted to clarify something here about some terminology I’m using; ‘Drake’ is a male dragon, and ‘Drakaina’ is a female one.
I’ve heard of the male term a lot, but females were always referred to as ‘Dragoness’, which clearly was a different type of term, something unrelated to ‘Drake’, so I wanted to find something that would actually work as an equal for that term. ‘Drakaina’ is the most commonly agreed upon term, even if it doesn’t strictly refer to female dragons, so it’s what I decided to use here.
The Mating Ritual
If there was one thing Spike could feel, it was how hot it was there.
It may have been odd for a Dragon, a species specifically known for being fire-proof, to dislike this heat, but in his defense, he spent most of his life within Canterlot and Ponyville, which really only had temperate heat at the hottest. Meanwhile, the Dragon Lands had actual rivers of lava and caves leading directly into the hearts of volcanos—one of which he was in at that very moment—so the stark difference made him feel as though he’d be sweating buckets if he were a creature that could sweat.
As for why he was there, well...
Spike was just living life in Ponyville with Twilight as usual, only to be interrupted by an emissary from Dragon Lord Ember, whom Spike had helped achieve that title a few months prior. The emissary told him that he was needed by the Lord, though also said that they weren’t told why, as such reasoning was a private matter, only to be discussed between the Lord herself and Spike.
Even with such a cryptic message given to him, Spike wasn’t one to deny a friend in need, and, along with some... overzealous, some would say, assistance in preparation from Twilight, he went on his way to the Dragon Lands.
Arriving at the barren place of rocks, lava, and volcanos, Spike was greeted by some of the other Dragons that happened to be there at the time, though he wasn’t able to get any further answers from them about why Ember needed his help. Nonetheless, they did seem pretty emphatic that she did need some sort of help, so he pressed on, finding his way to the cave that led to the main chambers of the Dragon Lord, which is where he currently found himself.
Heaving a great sigh, he refocused on his environment as he stepped out into a large open area in the cave, which he easily recognized as the throne room that was created for the new Lord (the previous Lord, Ember’s father, was far too large to fit in a measly room, after all), and while the place was still rudimentary as far as architecture went, he was still amazed by the grandiosity of it. The titular throne sat on the back wall, small rivers of lava that lit up the room trailing down from the back wall around the throne in a straight line to the main entrance Spike came from, and crimson crystals littering the room as a show of power and wealth of the Lord herself...
And yet, she was nowhere to be seen!
Left in the dark with no Dragon to greet him or answer his burning questions, Spike called out baffledly into the room, “Uh, hello?!”
“Ahh, finally,” The familiar, somewhat cavalier voice of Ember called out from a ways away, making the drake turn his head toward another entrance into the room on a side wall, which he didn’t manage to spot before, what with all the crystal surrounding it. “Later than I expected from someone so proper.”
Rolling his eyes, Spike headed over towards the entrance, calling back with sarcastic offense, “I can’t marathon a flight all the way across the continent like you, Ember!” As he passed the many jutting crags of crystal and stepped into view of the next room, he also asked, “What exactly do you need me for here, anyway...” He trailed off as he looked into the room, where he quickly spotted the stone ‘bed’ of what was clearly Ember’s bedroom, but what caught his eye more was the drakaina sitting atop that bed...
“Hehe,” The Dragon Lord snorted a laugh, her chest bouncing up and down from it, “I see the recent changes to my ‘assets’ are doing their work just fine~.” And what a set of assets they were, with the Dragon Lord sitting upright with her huge breasts pushed out prominently before her, each orb bigger than its owner’s head—and much the same could be said for her fat, yet firm ass, each cheek a hefty thing that squished under their owner’s weight. A weight which... must’ve been more than Spike originally thought, as, color him crazy, Ember seemed much larger than usual, just in general...
“I know what you’re thinking, little Spike,” Ember called back, snapping the drake’s frazzled attention back to her smug face, “The Bloodstone Sceptre has granted me this new form, all due to a little something coming up that I wasn’t aware of before recently...”
Spike gulped as the Lord went quiet, her eyes trained on him, seeming to bore into his being and filling him with a deep embarrassment for being so close to such a voluptuous dragon... “U-um, what was it for..?” He muttered back, managing to only stutter a bit despite the growing heat running through his body.
Ember didn’t immediately reply, instead pausing for a second before then lifting a claw and beckoning him towards her with a talon. Spike couldn’t find it within himself to refuse, and stiffly walked forward, one slow step at a time, with each step closer making it clearer just how much larger the drakaina was than him... Once he was only a few steps away, Ember held her palm up, forcing him to an immediate stop, where he then quivered under her gaze.
Spike was already a rather small dragon, as he was pretty young, and Ember, as an adult, had always been a fair amount taller than him, but with her new size, her head was still a full foot above the young drake’s, even while she was sitting.
“There is a ritual of sorts coming up,” The Lord spoke, something in her tone sounding predatorial, “And I am to be quite involved with it. As.. are... you.”
The drake shuddered under the pointed word, looking up past the Dragon Lord’s colossal cleavage, and practically whimpered back, “U-um, what.. Why w-would this ritual need.. W-well, that...?” He looked down towards the breasts themselves to specify what he meant, though he had a hard time pulling his gaze away from them.
Instead of directly answering him, Ember whipped her arm forward and gripped her claw into his shoulder, then yanked his entire body back, rolling over as she did so, and slamming Spike down into her bed face-up with the drakaina propped up above him. “What kind of ritual...” She spoke slowly and seductively, allowing Spike to gather his bearings after that sudden motion and slam against his back, though with his gaze still torn between the smoldering look of the other Dragon and the weighty breasts that hung below, brushing against his chest, “...Do you think would need this?”
The drake didn’t need to answer that, as he could quite easily figure that Ember was given that body specifically to have sex with. It was already doing quite the swell job at riling him up, with the big, fat, hefty boobs that weighed down against his body, and the massive size of the drakaina above him blocking out any view of the rest of the room. He could feel his body warming up from the inside, with special attention paid to his crotch, where his dick was no doubt beginning to emerge, as well as his face, now burning in shame from being seen with that very dick out.
Ember clearly recognized that blush on his face for what it was, and her grin only grew further when she did. She lowered her body down onto his, and while at first, it was just the fat pillows of her breasts that squished further against his chest, he was soon able to feel the blistering heat of what must’ve been the drakaina’s genitals against his own. “Mmmmm...” She gave a pleased hum as her crotch slid lightly up and down his length, and her eyes traced across what little of his body she could see above her bloated breasts, seeming to examine every detail of his abashed face...
“You know, any other drake would be trying to fight back at this point, Spike,” The Dragon Lord said, her tone a little hard to place, especially for Spike, with how distracted as he was. “You were raised by Ponies, so I’m not surprised you don’t understand why...” One of her claws—the one that wasn’t still gripped into his shoulder—was trailed up from her side to his face, tenderly grabbing his chin and helping to focus his attention back on her own face, and she explained, “We’re a prideful race by nature, so even our base instincts cry out against any kind of submission. You’ve always been obeying that Pony Princess for your whole life, so that pride has been torn out of you.
“That’s part of why I wanted you for this little ritual, Spike...” She went on, eyes fully locked with his, “You’re already a cute little thing, but you’re also not going to kick and scream as I rut the daylights out of you.”
Spike shuddered at the force behind that declaration. He already knew quite well how different he was from other Dragons, and while Ember was certainly right about his instincts not making him put up a fight, those instincts were instead making him react with fear. Ember was still his friend, and he trusted her, but he couldn’t help his hesitation at what she proposed...
Thankfully though, Ember was observant enough to take notice of it, making her pull away just slightly and roll her eyes. “Relax, Pony-drake. I’m not going to fuck you unless you want me too...” She said in a vaguely reassuring manner, but then the claw on Spike’s chin pulled away and went down between the Dragons’ bodies—and suddenly, he felt that claw gripping ahold of his cock! “...I was just assuming that your ‘little friend’ coming out to play meant that you did want this.”
His face felt like it was on fire, and he couldn’t manage to say a word back, only stiffly nod his head once to let the drakaina move on—which she did do, though not without her cocky smirk leveled at his face. Ember went ahead by pulling herself backward, keeping one claw on Spike’s erection while her other claw trailed down his arm, and then when Ember moved back enough to leave her lower body hanging off the bed, she shifted and pushed herself back much further, swiftly moving off the bed and kneeling there. However, she quickly grabbed ahold of Spike’s legs and dragged him towards the edge as well, just far enough that his legs hung off the beg, with his drakehood pointed straight up with his body still laid down.
Trying to lift his head to see the other Dragon proved uncomfortable, so Spike pushed his upper body up enough so that he could get a good view of Lord Ember looking right back at him, clearly awaiting his attention. With that settled, she was quick to grip her claw back around his cock, drawing a short gasp from him, and that soon faded into a quiet groan as Ember slid her claw down his curved spike of a shaft, letting her other claw rest on his inner thigh for better balance.
Ember’s claw remained gripped tightly around Spike’s cock as she slid it all the way down his length, past the moderate swell of his knot, and down around its base. But instead of pulling her claw back up to stroke up and down as he anticipated, she instead leaned forward with her muzzle directed as his cock—surely she wasn’t going to go straight into a blowjob, right..?
Right, as she further subverted his expectations by opening her mouth with that telltale inhale of air and magic, then exhaled her flame across his cock! Spike had never felt, or even imagined what that would feel like, but it was a surprisingly tactile feeling for how ephemeral fire usually felt for a Dragon, with the magic of her striking orange flame no doubt doing some work to engulf his length in a noisy, constantly moving heat, feeling almost like his cock was submerged in water, but with quicker-moving, lighter, and much hotter fluid.
“Nnnnuuuuuuhhh...” A soft moan escaped his throat, the pleasure from that simple motion throwing him for a loop, and keeping him under for the multiple seconds that flame went on for. When it ended, Spike blinked a few times, as if coming out of a trance, and his eyes quickly found their way to a smirking, though slightly surprised Ember.
“Heh, you really haven’t gotten laid ever, have you, little Drake?” She asked, though it sounded more like a statement with her confidence.
“N-not much...” He muttered back, the kickstart of pleasure still rolling around inside him, even if not as strong as it was before. “Never really.. did anything like this, though...”
An amused smirk came from the drakaina, and she replied, “Ponies can’t ever match this, especially whatever young mare that must’ve fucked you...” Her smirk grew even further, sharp teeth peeking through as she declared, “They could never get anywhere close to me now!”
As she spoke, she grabbed ahold of both of her massive boobs and then shifted herself forward, quickly slapping them down onto his lap on either side of his cock, then squishing them around it. A short, sharp moan blurted out of Spike’s mouth, and he practically recoiled at the sudden feeling of intense pleasure that wrapped around his shaft, all from the firm, yet plush breasts that completely obscured any view of his cock.
But Ember wasn’t keen to stop there, as she slid her claws up to the top of her breasts and into the crack between them, then pulling the things apart just enough to leave a hole of sorts, where his cock was hiding within. She leaned her head forward again, pressing her muzzle into the rim of that hole, and then with another inhale, she blasted flames out of her mouth, drowning Spike’s cock with a thick pool of fire!
“Gggnnh!!” He bit out, grimacing in the mixed shock of hot pleasure and stinging pain, overwhelming him enough that his claws ground into the surface of the stone bed, scraping thin marks into it.
He shuddered when the intensity of it fled, leaving his cock feeling much too hot for its own good, that heat pouring off and wafting into the air as faint steam up around Ember’s muzzle. A slow laugh came from said Dragon, her breasts rumbling up and down just slightly from the movement of her chest, making the soft weights slide ever-so-slightly across Spike’s rod. But, with that drakehood of his being a bit singed, that sliding irritated the singing alongside trickling some pleasure in, making him wince and whimper from the further mixed sensations.
However, when Spike looked down at the busty drakaina, that sinful, dominant smirk on her face made him understand that they were still only getting started.
Sliding her claws across the expansive surface of her breasts, Ember soon gripped into their sides and pulled the things apart, exposing his horribly stiff and slightly reddened shaft to the open air, helping to cool it off a little bit more. The Dragon Lord allowed that only for a few seconds before her head descended once again, maw opening further to slip the drake’s entire length inside with ease.
Ember was clearly careful to not let much of the inside of her maw touch Spike’s cock, which in combination with the pervasive mugginess and warmth within that maw, only served to taunt and tease him further. He could already tell what was coming, but it didn’t help him against the sudden rush of flame that filled her maw, flooding around and into his cock, and not having any escape to let him cool off as more and more fire slowly filled up her maw!
Spike grimaced and grunted out as he felt the whipping flames sting his tool with pain and pleasure, the sensations only getting worse as more heat stuffed Ember’s maw to bursting, and kept getting thicker and denser and hotter! Soon enough, it felt like he were a pony dipping his member into lava, and guttural groans spilled out of his own maw, his eyes rolling up and blinding his sight from the intensity of it all...
He could really only feel the blistering heat that flooded up through his body from his cock, making him unable to process the rest of his body’s senses due to the sheer sensation that was engulfing him down below. It couldn’t have been long, but it felt like so much more time had passed when any sense slowly began to return to him, his vision still swimming, his ears ringing sharply, his body feeling completely locked up, and his cock felt like the blood flowing through it was on fire.
Slowly but surely, Spike’s senses returned to him, with the blinding white in his sight fading away into a blurred mockery of the bedroom he was supposed to be in, and the ringing in his ears bled away into an oddly loud silence. Letting himself recover further, he blinked away some of the blurriness and managed to spot Ember still right in front of his cock, one of her claws slowly sliding up and down the thing, and... spreading some shininess across it?
“Hmm...” The drakaina murmured, eyes fixed casually on the other Dragon’s tool, “You really are part Pony, huh. Any other Dragon would take that in stride...”
Regaining his sense of feeling, Spike managed to tell that the slickness being spread across his cock was a normal warmth, and felt some heat escaping his dick through its tip... and that’s when he understood that it was precum spilling out of him.
“But you are still a Dragon,” Ember finished the thought for him, eyes sharply looking back into his own, somehow managing to freeze him further in place, “And here, you will please me.”
He didn’t have any chance to react before the Dragon Lord let go of him and sharply stood up, then stepped up onto the bed, her huge form appearing enormous from his low perspective, and further again intimidating when she placed a clawed foot onto his chest. Pressing down with enough force to push some air out his lungs, she moved her foot forward along the bed, dragging Spike along with it, his legs getting knocked up onto the surface of the bed before Ember stopped moving him any more.
Placing that foot back down on the bed, the drakaina bent her knees down so that her whole body lowered itself towards Spike, her lower legs landing firmly against the bed while her hips hovered just above his stiff rod, still trickling precum out of it. One of her claws settled down one of her knees, but her other claw found its way down between the Dragons’ bodies, and grabbed onto Spike’s cock, keeping it in place as she lowered her hips further down, the drakaina’s eyes remaining locked onto Spike’s own.
A quick gasp, then moan fled from the drake’s maw when Ember’s pussy moved down and engulfed his cock, seemingly no resistance applied as her hungrily slurped down every inch of his tool, the incredible warmth and wetness surrounding more and more of it until soon enough, the entire thing was inside.
“Not too bad...” Lord Ember muttered out, casual but slightly disappointed, pulling her primary claw out between the squished together hips of both Dragons and looking its shiny, slickened self over, before then pressing it against Spike’s muzzle. She pushed her stained talons into his mouth, instinctively making him slurp his tongue over them in submission, his mind already too taken by the pleasure flowing into his cock and the presence of the huge drakaina atop him to bother resisting.
“I guess I shouldn’t be surprised,” Ember went on, her tone a little more pleased due to the other Dragon’s submission, “No drake could ever truly fill this new body of mine up, so I guess I’ll have to take what I can get.”
Spike still couldn’t bother to respond to that, instead more focused on the warm, dirty taste of his own precum, as well as the feeling around his cock, all the heat and wetness making him liken it to a sloppy kiss across every square inch of his cock, even if it didn’t happen to be as tight as he expected.
When Ember pulled her talons back out of the drake’s mouth, some part of him felt disappointed by it, but the other Dragon was more focused on wrapping both of her large claws around Spike’s waist, gripping him firmly before—
A sharp gasp of shock and pleasure came from Spike when he felt all the pressure around his cock suddenly get pulled away, Ember having pushed her hips upward and off the drake’s, and she held that position for a moment, taking that time to firmly lock her gaze onto his, before finally thrusting. She shoved her hips down, her thick ass smacking loudly into Spike’s crotch, easily eclipsing the lewd shlick of her pussy engulfing his cock again, but the pleasure of both those aspects shocked right into Spike’s mind. But, before he could even process that, she pulled her hips right back up, the heat and dampness of her pussy swiftly vacating his drakehood, but the way it slid back up only pleasured him more.
Spike’s already muddled mind quickly became overwhelmed in the waves of pleasure suddenly rocketing up through his groin, barely able to process his own senses under all the figurative—and literal—weight atop him. He could manage to see the towering form of Lord Ember smashing her hips down into his in a blistering rhythm, and he could hear the sounds of that smacking, but also the quieter clapps of her fat breasts slapping her chest as they were thrown up and down by her motions. The only other sounds he could make out were the noises coming out of himself, with numerous incoherent moans and groans spilling out his open maw—but the hot breath that he exhaled from there was adding to another scent; smell.
The scent began mostly innocuous, with the lava and rock of the Dragon Lands constantly infiltrating his nostrils, but with each motion Ember made, throwing her whole body up and down, squishing Spike’s cock into and out of herself, both Dragons exhaling hot, excited breaths into the room... The previously stale bedroom was becoming steamy from it all, with the scent of heat and sex suffusing the room and filling Spike’s nose with an inescapable air of lewdity that may have been even more impactful that the sight of the bountiful drakaina fucking him senseless.
The way the drake was getting affected must’ve been clear to Ember, who scoffed lightly and said with some irritation, “I see you’re enjoying yourself...” Her grasp on his body tightened further, and she used that to pound her hips down faster and harder, the loud SMACKs of her huge ass against his crotch only getting louder. “Unfortunately, it’s going to take more than this to please me!” She shouted down at him, and while he couldn’t much respond to what was said to him, he could tell that Ember’s pussy suddenly felt tighter as it flew up and down, the way she clenched it starting to squeeze Spike’s cock as she went down, and pull and stretch the thing as she went up.
Spike’s moans became louder and more boisterous at that, the feeling of his drakehood getting manhandled like that, gripped and grasped while hot, sodden flesh stroked harshly up and down rapidly at every little bit of his tool, and he could feel heat flooding his body and a tension building in his crotch. He may never have been fucked like this before, but he had felt that feeling quite a few times before, and knew that it wouldn’t be long before he came directly into Ember’s sexy body... And that thought only gave him more pleasure.
He could feel that tension building and building, his mind running wild between the sight of the huge drakaina and the feeling of his crotch getting slammed by that drakaina’s weight, the sensations of her pussy squeezing around his cock and toying with it further stoking the fire that was building inside of him. Each loud SMACK of her ass down, each clap of her tits against each other, each desperate inhale of musty air into his rapidly tiring body served to force him closer and closer towards that edge of orgasm, and it could only go so far.
With a short grunt, Spike felt it boil over, his cock throbbing as cum surged up through it, blasting out of his tip and right into the snatch of the Dragon atop him. His body felt like it was on fire, sharp moans and groans spilling out of his maw as he locked up, each set of claws of his hands and feet clenching, and his exhales of breath feeling nearly as hot as if he were breathing fire. All that, and Ember barely even seemed to notice, her expression quirking a bit when she saw the pleasure rolling through him, but soon enough, she must’ve been able to feel the ropes of cum jetting up into her vagina, slowly filling up her voluminous innards until... well, nothing, really.
With the large amount of spunk the drake knew he was spewing, it was surprising that not a drop of it spilled out of her pussy, with that deep hole that needed to be satiated and the tight grip her pussy had on his dick keeping it all inside. Thick loads only worthy of a Dragon shot into her, and yet she kept going as normal, pounding her hips down without breaking stride, with the expression on her face changing into amusement being the only thing that actually seemed affected about her. If Spike couldn’t feel the ecstasy of orgasm rolling through him in waves at that moment, he may not have even though he did cum, and that bewilderment managed to even make it out onto his own face through his pleasure.
Of course, Ember easily managed to smirk back at him through her own, much less overwhelming pleasure. It was an arrogant thing, clearly aware of how heavily she was dominating the smaller Dragon, and taking a lot of pleasure in seeing him squirm and moan beneath her... and despite how that arrogance may have normally got on Spike’s Pony-born nerves, in this situation, it only made things hotter.
A long, low moan blew out of his mouth, and only then did he feel the waves of pleasure rolling through him calm down, his body no longer at a feverish temperature and his mind not flooded with ecstasy any more. But, while he was done, Ember hadn’t even slowed down a bit, and was continuing to pound away at his pelvis, squelching her pussy around his cock and filling the room with the obscene sounds and smells of Dragon sex. Spike was heaving hot, exhausted breaths from his orgasm, the flames of adrenaline that ran through his body now dampened and making his entire form feel heavy and lethargic, but he was not getting out of the woods just yet.
While Spike may have been inclined to ask for at least a small break, this... ‘mating ritual’ was still all under Ember’s control, and he certainly wasn’t able to forget the dominance she still held over him from how his gaze was still locked onto those blazing orange eyes. Under the weight of the drakaina, he couldn’t even sputter out a word, much less a plea to save himself from getting milked dry by the voracious Dragon Lord, her appetite for sex clearly left unsatisfied.
Ember hadn’t even slowed down, after all, her hips pounding and pounding as his crotch, her pussy clenched around his cock and having its way with the thing—and with how he had just cum, his dick was rather sensitive and tender... though it may have been a little hard to tell with how numb his lower half was getting from all the smashing of Ember’s mighty hips against his punitive ones.
However, it did become apparent soon enough that that tension deep within his crotch was building back up again, and he couldn’t help the groans that bubbled up out of his maw again—but this time, they were filled with less anticipation and more exhaustion, with the heavy breaths sprinkled in making that tone even clearer. He could hardly take the pleasure, his body unable to do much but fidget underneath the Dragon Lord, eyes strained from how long they had been locked with hers, and nose burning from all the hot musk continuing to flood it.
That slow, weighty exhaustion was soon to get replaced, though, when a noise sounded out through the room; a long, slow moan from Ember’s maw. It wasn’t ecstatic, merely blissful from the slower way pleasure must’ve been seeping up through her form, but it was still rather loud due to the enlarged Dragon’s bigger throat and vocal box. That volume quickly sharpened Spike’s mind with a sense of... dread, as it were, because if she was only starting to feel some pleasure now, then only now would she start trying to get even more...
And get more Ember certainly did, as her quick hip-thrusts soon turned rapid, swinging her rump around so fast it began to blur, and with so much force that Spike could practically feel his body starting to compress underneath it all. Any feeling that may have come from his crotch was getting mixed with all the rest to become a blurry soup of heat, pain, pleasure, tension, and numbness—and the rest of his body wasn’t spared from the powerful drakaina’s lust, either. His heart was beating through his chest in a mixture of bubbling lust and building fear, and his eyes were beginning to swim a little from the incomprehensible messes of sensations the rest of his body was going through!
Luckily for him, he would soon be spared having to try and comprehend that madness, and when Ember continued to moan out into the open room, with her lust clearly showing in her heavier breaths and more frantic and irregular thrusting—but still she wanted more. Leaning down, Spike wasn’t able to react before the drakaina’s muzzle was upon his, maws interlocking like a 3d jigsaw puzzle, and their hot, steamy breaths mixing within the combined space left in between. But that ‘simplicity’ lasted for only a second before Ember’s long, thick tongue made its way out of her maw and into Spike’s, plunging into his throat and thrusting into it as if she were fucking it with a cock of her own!
She had already held so much power over him, but now it was beginning to feel as though she held complete control, his form entirely trapped beneath hers and only able to feel things that were her: the mass of her ass crushing his hips, the sharp knives of her claws digging into his waist, the snake of a tongue diving into his throat, and above all, the immense heat and musk the huge Dragon Lord was giving off, swamping him entirely within it...
Beneath the weight of Lord Ember, Spike even felt his own internal senses getting squashed by the power of the sensations flooding into him from above, with the feelings of his limbs falling into the background, and even the tension coiling tight in his groin feeling like little more than a faint tickle. As that tension built up all the way until bursting, he could barely tell what was happening under all of Ember’s heat rolling through him, and his gag reflex kicking up and trying to force the drakaina’s tongue out while he sputtered and choked under a lack of air did not help.
However, when that precipice of orgasm came again, Spike immediately felt it as the pleasure surged through him, the vaguest sense of his cock throbbing and splurting cum up into the other Dragon’s still relentlessly-pounding pussy making it clear to him that he was actually cumming, rather than his dick managing to have broken under all that hip-smashing. He groaned and moaned out as much as he could around the tongue still stuffed down his throat, but Ember’s own moans were drowning them out, and as she moaned out louder and for longer, his entire voice was getting covered up.
But... that worry of Spike’s cock getting crushed into oblivion would be proven more than reasonable when Ember let a sharp moan that echoed throughout the room, and she came. Her pussy clenched hard and her thrusts finally wavered, slowing down as their rhythm was shattered, but her weaker smashes down into his crotch was supplemented by all the fluid that splashed out of her pussy and around his dick, splattering across his crotch as if bowls of the stuff were spilling over. The feelings around his lower half came back into some focus without the relentless pounding atop it, which unfortunately allowed him to feel the immensely tight grip the drakaina’s tunnel had on his tool, strangling the life out of it while milking every last drop of spunk up into her greedy snatch.
Meanwhile, Spike’s own oral tunnel was getting plumbed by Ember’s tongue, which was nearly writhing about in ecstasy, no pattern to its motions as it plunged down, pulled up, and swished about inside his throat with no rhyme, reason, or respect for how sore it would no doubt leave the thing by the end of the day. Both parts of his body were getting used like a toy for the drakaina, blowing off all her steam onto the little drake that couldn’t help but endure it under the pure dominance of the Dragon Lord.
It went on and on, Ember continuing to have her way with his body for what must’ve been a minute or two, but it felt like so much longer, with each source of overwhelming lust rolling through his body making each moment drag out even longer... but eventually, things did start to finally slow down. The source of splattering jizz tapered off, though so much was still down there that it clung between the Dragons’ bodies like an extra-cheesy pizza from her last meandering thrusts, and the thick, slithering tongue was vacated from Spike’s throat, finally giving him the chance to breathe properly, though it was mostly spent on wracked coughs and shaken inhales.
The drakaina’s let out a few final moans into the room, and they sounded pleased, thankfully enough for her ravaged partner. Her pussy clenched a couple more times around his cock before calming down, though the feeling of that around the drake’s dick was still difficult to tell due to its numbness, and Ember’s hips came to a stop right atop his crotch, dick still lodged within. She seemed content to sit there for the time being, basking in the her afterglow and the musk that suffused the room, and Spike was able to relax...
...Or so he thought.
A quick slap of Ember’s mighty claw across his face dazed him for a moment, and when he looked back in vexation at the drakaina’s face, he saw an expression that showed that her dominance and lust hadn’t faded in the slightest. “Don’t fall asleep, hatchling...” She sneered, her tone irate and needy, “Need I remind you that you’re here to please me.”
A chill went down Spike’s back; just how much was that drakaina going to need..?!
Quite a while later, Ember lay atop her bed, an utterly crushed, pummeled, and unconscious Spike beside her. Both of their crotches were covered in fluids from the both of them, and the bedroom as a whole reeked of sex. She had finally gotten her fill, and was now basking in the aftermath, though not without some regret for how much her Lord-given power made her milk the little drake she brought there dry.
Still, the ritual had been completed, and she could hardly complain about that... but what of the next time it came about? It may not come for quite some time, but it wouldn’t hurt to make some preparations in advance. Perhaps she could bring someone else to help satisfy her lust...? Another, proper Dragon would have some more endurance than the Pony-hatched one, though the only one with manners was that young drakaina, Smolder. Other races did have their outliers, too, like with the Princesses of Equestria, or that Queen of the Changelings, but if she wanted another male, then that recently-crowned twink of a King would have to do.
