Chapter 1

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SAMMY

“Oh, fuck!” My hands are wrapped around the grips so tight my knuckles are turning white. “Please!”

He knows what I want. We’ve done this dance before—his upper cock is so big that he likes to tease me with it, just giving me the bumpy, textured crown first, making me hungry and needy.

This is attempt number five. Every month, I come back to DreamTogether, and they strap me face-down to this bench, my feet tucked into stirrups to hold them apart, my legs and arms buckled in. All this fancy equipment? It’s here so the big dragon who comes to mate with me doesn’t send me sprawling. Rubber coats the underside of the bench, so when he’s inside me, he can grip it with his claws and put all his effort into fucking me senseless.

I still don’t know his name, but it doesn’t matter. Those are the rules. It’s all anonymous, and with the way I’m rigged to the bench, I can’t see him even if I turn my head. All that’s behind me is a red, scaled mass, and sometimes I catch a billow of smoke curling up to the ceiling.

I buck uselessly, trying to push my hips back into his, to take even more of him.

“Nuh uh,” he croons in that deep, gravelly voice of his. “You’re only going to have what I want to give you.”

We’ve started to learn each other, over time. The dragon wants to make this as pleasurable as possible for me, which he’s made perfectly clear by the way he continues to thrust shallowly inside me, just hinting at what else he can give me. I simultaneously love and hate when he taunts me like this, like he’s the one in control and I’m there for his use.

Which is, technically, true. And it’s hot as hell.

There’s no point in begging for more, so I relish what I have, like he told me. He’ll take his time, as he always does, even though my body is now well-trained to take his.

Before my first session at DreamTogether, I was provided a dilator to stretch me out. I was more than happy to do it for my new job. Monsters are big, and when I signed up, I checked off the box for every monster possible, excited to see what they could throw at me. That meant I could get a creature as big as a dragon—and sure enough, I did.

The first time he fucked me, it was... a challenge. He had to cover himself and me in lube just to get the head of his giant cock to fit, and damn, it still stretched me as far as I could go. Even now, my pussy is spread as wide as possible to allow him in.

He draws back slightly, almost leaving me, and I whimper in objection. He chuckles behind me and sinks back in, that head covered in little nubs filling me up. Fuck, it feels incredible. This time he pushes deeper, and all my nerve endings are on fire as more of that textured cock slides in. Dragon ladies must be lucky as hell to get fucked like this all the time.

“Your cunt is so good,” my dragon groans, still only granting me a few shallow thrusts. And I know he’s not just saying that. Sometimes he goes off early, as much as he tries to hold out for me. “So small and so... tight.” He pushes in deeper, stimulating more and more of me, more than any human man ever has.

I’m so ruined for humans now.

“Please,” I beg again, even though I know it won’t get me anywhere. “I need more. Please!”

I can feel his laugh ripple down into his cock. He leans down, his steaming-hot breath tickling the back of my neck, and he buries his snout in my big curls.

“Oh, you want this cock?” he asks, never relenting his slow, purposeful strokes. “You want all of it? Will it fit inside you?”

He knows it will, eventually. This may seem like a taunt, a tease, a slow torture—but he’s doing it for a good reason. He doesn’t just have girth, but length, as well, and it takes time for me to open up fully for him. The first time we met, he pushed in too deep too soon, and I yelped with pain. Now he takes his time, working me until I’m stretched and waiting for him. Sometimes too much time, like today, when he slips in just a little more, then reels his hips back, leaving only that bumpy crown nestled inside me.

I wish I knew what he looked like. I can see that he has huge, black claws on the tips of his red, scaled fingers. It was strange at first when he wrapped them around the bench, careful not to touch me, but I’ve gotten used to them. Now, I love when he starts to lose himself in his rutting and grips my hips tight, the tips of his claws stinging as they bite into my ass .

He’s not there yet now, though. My dragon is focused on rubbing me with all his built-in nubs, the texture driving me absolutely wild. His second cock hangs lower, but it’s still hard and erect, and every time he pushes inside me, the textured nubs on it glance over my clit. Again and again he repeats this torturous motion, and this time he even reaches down with one hand to press that other cock against me as he strokes.

Fuck, I’m a goner.

He’s not even halfway inside when my whole body seizes up and I let out a powerful cry. It’s not the biggest orgasm he’s ever given me, but it’s much earlier than usual, and I clench hard around him.

“Oh, damn,” he groans, and hot steam hits my back. “You’re sensitive today.”

“I’m ovulating,” I manage between gasps, my body falling limp to the bench. DreamTogether has me track my cycle, and I should be at peak fertility right now.

“Mmm,” hums the dragon, his huge hand drawing his claws gently down my back, making me shiver all over. Now that I’ve loosened a little, he starts moving again, and I’m so overstimulated that I cry out. “You’re ripe for my seed, is what you’re saying?”

Sometimes he talks like this, as if he’s a hundred years old. And, I don’t know, maybe he is, or even older. He’s a dragon, after all, and while I don’t know much about dragons, I’ve read that they live a long time—sometimes up to a millennia.

And there aren’t very many of them, so I was surprised when they assigned him to me. He must be one of only a handful left, and in a way I feel... special. Special that I was selected for him to help create the next generation of dragons, special in a way that none of my jobs ever have, like I have a greater purpose.

He likes to make me feel special, too.

“I suppose so,” I manage to say as he continues taunting me with his very bountiful cock. “Maybe it will work this—” Suddenly, he plunges in deeper, and I interrupt myself with a cry. “—this time.”

As I said, we’re on attempt number five. Sometimes it takes a little longer, the clinician assured me. I went through a rather excessive amount of testing before I was even considered for DreamTogether to make sure I had plenty of eggs and I could carry a healthy hybrid baby.

I’m “ripe,” as my dragon would say. Very much so.

“It will work,” he snarls, thrusting into me again, then withdrawing nearly all the way. “In this perfect, fertile womb? I’ll make sure of it.”

Now that I’ve softened up again after my orgasm, he pushes in farther, and my body welcomes him eagerly. The texture of his cock is unreal, and already I’m shivering again. I guess I am more sensitive than usual.

“Your cunt is heavenly,” he murmurs, giving a few more experimental pumps of his hips at this depth. I love when he uses words like cunt . I sag forward on the bench, and he lets out a guttural moan as he fills me even fuller, asking me to make room for him.

Between sessions at DreamTogether, I keep using my dilator to stay spread enough for him. I’m making good use of it now as he reaches that part of his cock—the swell that I can tell lies somewhere two-thirds of the way up. The shape of him is unusual in every way, and the number of times I’ve wished I could simply turn around and look at it...

Well, it’s a lot of times .

“Can you take me?” he asks, and it’s not in his dirty voice, but his genuine, curious voice.

“I think so,” I manage, right as he pulls out, dragging all those lovely nubs along the inside of me. I jolt, and then he reunites with me again, that gentle swell opening me even wider. “I want it.”

He grunts in understanding, and gently, works his cock in even farther. The immense stretch is consuming me, firing off one burst of sensation after another each time he strokes. I don’t know how he can possibly fit all that inside me, but then...

He does. After the swell, his cock narrows again, and that’s when his hips meet my thighs. I’ve taken as much as I possibly can, and my pussy desperately clenches, but there’s so much, almost too much.

Then he pulls out again, letting me recover for a moment before pressing in a second time. My body accepts it even easier, and he groans as more of his weight rests against mine.

My dragon is so huge that I can peer up and see the underside of his throat as his long neck extends out in front of us. If my arms weren’t strapped down to the bench, I would love to touch him, to feel his scales under my fingers as he does this. But I’ll have to be satisfied with what I have. We’ve already crossed a lot of lines by becoming as intimate as we have over the last five sessions. I don’t think we were intended to enjoy this as much as we do, for starters.

Except that our bodies fit together, well... perfectly. I’ve never had a lover like him, who cared so much for my pleasure, who read me as well as he does.

Now that he’s buried fully inside me, my dragon’s breaths speed up, and he starts thrusting faster. He grips the underside of the bench with his claws, clenching me against his body. He makes me feel so small underneath him, like without this bench he could crush me.

Each pump of his hips, each plunge of him inside me, is pulling louder and louder cries from my throat. I’m helpless as his lower cock rubs my clit, the nubs dragging across it with every single stroke.

Sometimes I wonder what would happen if he used both of them. But that, unfortunately, is not essential to what we’re doing here, so it’s never come up. Besides, it’s not like we spend that long chatting before he fucks me. We’re both much too eager for that—and DreamTogether is always listening. Exchanging anything too personal is against the rules.

Still, I bet it would feel great to take his two cocks at once. I’ve done a few adventurous things before, but never that .

“You like this, do you?” the dragon asks, which I know is a rhetorical question. Even the first time we had sex, he made me orgasm twice, which is pretty far beyond how most of my sexual interactions go.

“Yes,” I squeeze out between cries. “I love it.”

With a satisfied, approving groan, he sinks fully inside me again, and I revel in our togetherness. Damn. If I could have this every day, rather than once a month, I would be a happy, happy woman. But once we’ve succeeded, we won’t see each other again. I carry his hatchling for however many months it takes to gestate, and then I’ll give it back to him. After that, we have no further business.

This setup should be ideal for someone like me. I’ve always drifted from boyfriend to boyfriend, never truly connecting with any of them. It always felt like it was missing something, that deeper understanding I’ve always craved from a partner .

If there’s any situation in which there’s no deeper understanding or connection, it’s getting anonymously fucked by a monster.

“Oh, hell,” my dragon says suddenly, and he swells up inside me. “I’m sorry, I—” He buckles forward and moans as his cock gets fatter and thicker, pushing me even wider for him. He’s still thrusting, even as he jettisons one hot stream of come into me after another.

“K-keep g-g-going,” I cry out, so close to my peak that I could scream. I hear a determined grunt behind me, and with a massive, wet squelch he shoves his cock in again, and again, sending his rather gratuitous amount of come spurting out of me. It runs down my legs, dripping across the bench as he keeps pumping into me. He must be incredibly over-sensitive, because he utters helpless, desperate moans with every single stroke, trying to bring me there. I’m climbing higher and higher as those gorgeous nubs of his rub along my walls, as that swell slips in and out.

And then, I break. The wave that sweeps over me is huge, a shadow dwarfing me, crushing me into the earth. I can’t even scream because my voice is trapped, the sheer force of my orgasm making sound impossible.

“Mother of—” he mutters. “H-how do you... how do you feel so good ?” His claws scratch the underside of the bench as he pumps once more, drawing my orgasm out even further while he roars above me.

Aand then, there’s a massive crack! Suddenly I’m pressed against a huge, warm body. My dragon shakes all over, his cock finally coming to a rest, fully encased in me.

“Please,” I gasp, because he’s holding me so tight, and the heavy bench is applying so much pressure to my stomach, that I’m struggling to breathe in air. “I can’t?—”

“Damn,” he says, abruptly separating us. His cock slips out of me, and I feel his come gush down my legs. “I broke it again.”

This is the second time now he’s orgasmed so hard that he tore the bench right out of the concrete.

I don’t think management is going to like that very much.