22. Mating With A Dragon

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"Fireheart." Griff's breath was hot in Quinlan's ear. "You're ready."

"Mmm? Ready for what?" Quinlan mumbled sleepily. He was content to keep on napping, curled up on his side, except Griff was wrapped around him, with nothing between their bare bodies.

And Griff was as hard as a rock.

"You're ready for my dragon cock."

Quinlan sucked in a sharp breath, the words zinging down his spine. "Wh-what? Really?"

"Oh, yes." Griff nuzzled his hair and breathed him in, his palm stroking heavily over Quinlan's belly. "I want to try putting another dragonet in you."

"You can't do that when I'm already pregnant."

With a smile in his voice, Griff said, "Doesn't mean I can't try to knock you up again."

"Gods, you're insane." But already, Quinlan's body was responding to his dragon's desire. He rocked back against Griff's hard length, only for Griff to grip his hip tighter, grinding wetly between his asscheeks.

"I've spent weeks stretching you open with all our little toys," Griff continued. "Fucking you open with bigger and bigger dildos. Watching you take them and come so hard. There's nothing like pleasing my mate, you know. Nothing like making sure you'll be comfortable when you're taking my shifted cock and knot. It's going to make you come your brains out."

A helpless shudder rippled through Quinlan's body. "Fuck."

"I want to knot you," Griff whispered, sliding his thick length against Quinlan's plugged hole. Quinlan's cheeks were already slippery with his precum. "If we wait too much longer, there won't be enough space for my knot."

He rubbed his large hand over Quinlan's belly. Ten weeks into his pregnancy, Quinlan's abdomen was half the size of a watermelon. He'd been devouring habanero peppers with relish and breathing ribbons of flame; he'd been letting Griff get habanero juice all over his body while they made love.

But this... This was something else they'd been looking forward to.

"Knot me," Quinlan said, his breath hitching.

Griff shifted easily into a dragon, pressing his warm, smooth scales around Quinlan's body. His tail slipped boldly between Quinlan's legs, and he grasped Quinlan's knee with a scaly paw, lifting it, exposing his vulnerable parts so he could ease his tail higher up.

Quinlan moaned when Griff's tail nudged between his cheeks and against his balls, wrapping around his stiff cock.

"You're beautiful no matter what you do," Griff whispered, licking down Quinlan's neck. He nuzzled Quinlan's shoulder and tucked his snout into Quinlan's armpit, sniffing. Then he pushed his head under Quinlan's arm and brought his face closer to Quinlan's chest, licking first one nipple, then the other.

Quinlan's milk dripped. Griff licked it all up, flicking Quinlan's tingling nipples with his tongue.

"You're especially hot when your nipples leak," Griff whispered, grinding his tongue against Quinlan's pebbled nubs until Quinlan squirmed and moaned, clutching his head.

"I need more," Quinlan gasped.

"Mmm." Griff licked down Quinlan's stomach and belly, to the cock Quinlan could no longer see. Then he ran his tongue up and down that sensitive length, so Quinlan panted and ached. "You keep getting so hot for me."

"It's the hormones," Quinlan moaned.

It had just been hours, but he was so eager for Griff to fill him again. He couldn't get enough of Griff's cock, couldn't get enough of smelling like Griff's cum. It felt so good to know he belonged.

"It's not the hormones, it's my love songs," Griff said proudly.

Quinlan snorted and reached down, pulling his cheeks apart to show Griff his plugged hole.

"Gods, fireheart." Griff trailed a blunt, reverent claw down to the plug's base and grasped it gently, tugging on it. The pressure drew a moan from Quinlan's lips; he angled his hips higher to invite his dragon closer; Griff paused when the plug's widest section stretched Quinlan completely.

"I love it when your hole is open this wide for me," Griff groaned. He pried Quinlan's cheeks further apart; he licked Quinlan's stretched rim and pulled the plug the rest of the way out.

Before his trapped cum could escape, Griff rolled Quinlan onto all fours, hiking Quinlan's hips up. He carefully pulled Quinlan's legs apart, letting Quinlan's cock and balls hang between his legs, his hole gaping and full of cum.

"Mine," Griff rumbled proudly. He dragged his thick, hot tongue between Quinlan's cheeks, over his hole. Quinlan bit down his moan. Griff circled that stretched muscle with the tip of his tongue, until Quinlan whined and shoved his hips at the dragon. And finally, finally, Griff pushed his tongue in with a hungry thrust, as though he owned Quinlan there. "Such a beautiful little hole, fireheart. It's all loose and puffy, ready to stretch around my big cock."

Quinlan began to pant. With each thrust of Griff's tongue, Quinlan's body grew hotter. "I need your cock."

"Yeah? How much do you need it?" Griff swirled his tongue inside, prodding Quinlan's prostate with it. Pleasure burst through Quinlan's body; he clutched at the sheets and hissed. Griff's smooth tail slithered between Quinlan's thighs, thrusting between them as though he was showing Quinlan just how his cock would do the same. Quinlan grew wetter.

"Stop teasing," he growled.

"Maybe." Griff's tail wriggled along Quinlan's inner thighs and rubbed teasingly against the back of his sac. Griff withdrew his tongue and let his tail take over; it pushed thickly between Quinlan's cheeks, catching against the bundle of nerves that was Quinlan's hole. And it began to thrust against Quinlan's entrance with so much intent that Quinlan throbbed.

"Does this feel good?" Griff whispered.

"Yes," Quinlan panted.

"Good."

The tip of Griff's tail caught against his entrance. And it sank deep inside so Griff's cum oozed out around it, dripping down Quinlan's thighs. Quinlan bit his lip and groaned. He felt so full.

"Looks like you're filled to the brim with my cum, fireheart," Griff murmured in his ear. "Think it's enough to give you another baby?"

Quinlan couldn't even think. The deeper Griff thrust his tail, the more he needed to come. He reached down to stroke himself, except Griff caught his hands and pinned one above his head. The other hand, Griff guided between his own legs, pressing it against his scaly slit.

"Take my cock out," Griff murmured.

Quinlan grew so wet. They'd done this several times by now, Quinlan touching Griff's cock while it was hidden in its ‘cock pocket'.

When he eased his fingertips into Griff's slit, Quinlan found Griff's cock slippery with precum, and so hard that a moan escaped his lips.

This was one of Quinlan's favorite things about Griff's dragon form.

Griff's purple cock was huge against his hand, far larger than his human size. He had a pointed tip and prominent bumps on the top side, and his underside had a wicked bulge. The base of Griff's dragon cock was silky-smooth, slowly swelling as Quinlan wrapped his hand around Griff's length and dragged his fingers down to Griff's base.

"Yesss," Griff hissed, rocking against Quinlan's palm. "I'm going to push it all inside you. Fill you up with my dragon cock and knot until you come and come again."

Quinlan moaned. Would Griff really fit inside him?

He eased Griff's cock out of its slit, pushing his hips up so his asscheek rubbed against that hot, slippery length.

It was almost too much, just imagining that inside him. More so when Griff's tail continued to undulate in his ass, thrusting in and out, stretching him open.

"I'm going to make you come now," Griff growled, grinding his tail against Quinlan's prostate so hard that his vision whited out for a second.

Quinlan clutched at Griff's cock and wheezed.

Griff held Quinlan down on all fours. He hitched Quinlan's ass up higher and tucked his own cock between Quinlan's thighs, letting his tip squirt precum down the back of Quinlan's sac, at the same time his tail fucked viciously inside.

"I-I'm gonna c-come," Quinlan whimpered.

"Yeah?" Griff slid his scaly knuckles down Quinlan's quivering cock. He tapped lightly on it; Quinlan hissed. "Is this ready for me? All mine?"

"Yes, yes, yes." Quinlan clutched at the sheets.

"Mmmm." Griff pulled his tail out, and all that was left in Quinlan was an aching emptiness.

"No!"

"Shhh." Griff nuzzled Quinlan's nape. And he fitted the hot, pointed tip of his cock against Quinlan's hole, pushing in.

His tip seemed innocuous at first—it was narrow at the very end, for an easy entrance. Until there was suddenly a lot of cock inside Quinlan, stretching him wide open. Quinlan's breath punched out of him. Griff was thicker than the largest toy they'd tried. The bumps on Griff's cock snagged against his rim and pushed in, dragging against his inner walls at the same time the prominent bulge on his underside did.

Griff groaned. "That's it. You're so tight around me. Stretched all pretty around my cock."

Quinlan couldn't think past the pleasure. There was so much of Griff, and it felt so good.

Griff gave another thrust. He hit Quinlan's prostate, and Quinlan came hard, his balls writhing as cum shot out of him.

"Yes. That's it," Griff whispered, still pushing deeper. "You come so sweetly around my cock. Feels like you're begging for my cum."

He pulled out slightly, and pushed deeper in. Over and over, Griff repeated this motion until he was seated all the way in Quinlan's body, Quinlan stretched the widest he'd ever been. And Griff's still-swelling knot was pressed against his rim, thicker now, seeking entrance.

"Gods, I need to be buried inside you," Griff hissed. "Buried so deep. Until you have no choice but to receive my cum."

"Yes, yes!" Quinlan sobbed, trying to shove himself down onto Griff.

Griff snarled and pinned him against the bed. The next thing Quinlan knew, Griff was pushing even deeper, so Quinlan's hole stretched around his knot. He kept stretching wider and wider, until it sank into him with a pop.

"Fuck," Griff growled. "Fuck, it feels so good."

Griff's hips snapped forward; he buried his knot properly inside Quinlan, right against his prostate. Quinlan could only make a strangled sound.

Griff began to thrust hard, with fast, short strokes that told Quinlan with no doubt just how much Griff wanted to claim him inside. Griff's sounds grew rougher; his breathing grew ragged. His growing knot pushed against Quinlan's prostate, and Quinlan screamed as he came hard.

With a roar, Griff followed him over the edge, his knot swelling the rest of the way, locking them together.

When Quinlan could think again, he found Griff rocking shallowly into him. He felt so warm inside. So stretched. He'd never had anything this big inside him before.

"I'm pumping you full of cum," Griff panted. "Putting another dragonet inside you. I want to fill you up with so much cum. Until there's no question at all that you're mine."

"I'm already yours," Quinlan sobbed, his entire body shaking with pleasure.

He could feel every inch of his dragon. Griff was a demanding presence inside him, his knot pressing down hard on Quinlan's prostate. It rocked back slightly. Then it thrust deeper with the same maddening pressure, over and over until Quinlan was delirious and leaking precum.

"How is my cock, fireheart?" Griff murmured.

"I don't want you to ever take it out," Quinlan mumbled against the sheets, trying to breathe. "I want to sit on your cock all day. Want you to fuck me senseless. Fill me up with your cum."

Griff swore. The next thing Quinlan knew, Griff was pinning him harder than before, grinding his knot viciously against his prostate. "Your wish is my command. I won't take it out. I'll keep filling you up until you're leaking. You'll meet my friends, and your pants will be soaked through with cum. Proof that I've claimed you. I'll pin you down when they're here, and they'll hear me fucking you till you squirt. They'll all know who you belong to."

Griff fucked him into another orgasm, and another. Griff's cock was big, hot, so desperate for him that he could only take it over and over, coming every time Griff pushed too hard against his prostate.

"I'm going to come again, fireheart," Griff panted. "Never—Never came twice before. You make me need you so much."

"L-let me f-feel it."

Griff groaned and pinned Quinlan down. And he fucked Quinlan so hard that Quinlan came and blacked out.

When Quinlan came to, he found Griff wrapped lazily around him, warm breath puffing against his ear. "You did so good," Griff purred, brushing his claws through Quinlan's hair. "My most beautiful fireheart."

Quinlan made a soft, satisfied sound, sinking back against him. "That might've been the best sex of my life."

Griff laughed in delight. "Really?"

"Yes. All sex with you is the best sex of my life."

Griff broke into a smile so bright, he almost hurt to look at.

Something kicked in Quinlan's belly right then. He gasped and looked down; Griff followed his gaze.

"What?"

"I think our baby just kicked."

Griff gasped, too. He pressed his paw against Quinlan's belly, then shifted back into a human so he could replace it with his hand instead. "I don't feel anything."

Quinlan moved Griff's hand to the right spot on his belly. "We'll have to be patient. I don't think our baby understands when you want to feel a kick."

Griff made a face. He slid carefully out of Quinlan and pressed his mouth to Quinlan's belly, murmuring against it, "Hey there, lil flame. Honeybuns."

"Isn't ‘honeybuns' for a lover?" Quinlan asked.

"Oh. Um. Baby buns?" Griff turned back to Quinlan's belly, his voice vibrating through Quinlan's skin. "Hello, baby buns. I'm your other dad! Your dad-dad is really amazing, I love him so much. And I love you too! Please kick so I can feel you?"

Quinlan laughed and held Griff's hand against his belly. "Patience, Griff."

Griff huffed. They waited together in companionable, sweaty silence, until there came another kick.

Griff made a proud sound. "I felt it. I felt it, fireheart! That's our baby!"

"It is." Quinlan's heart melted when he saw how happy Griff was. "I think I'm finally getting used to the thought of your baby in my belly. Ours."

In his heart, Quinlan swore to keep his babies safe no matter what. He couldn't wait for Annie to meet her new sibling; he couldn't wait to see how they'd grow up together.

"Fireheart," Griff said sometime later. "How do you feel about visiting my parents?"

Quinlan glanced sidelong at him. "You mean the parents who called you and chewed you out for kidnapping me?"

Griff sighed. "They'll love you! Maybe not me anymore. But I bet they'll want to be your dads and touch your belly and be excited about the new baby!"

"All right," Quinlan said, hugging Griff tightly. "We'll visit them."