Dragon

In the kingdom of Eldrath, dragons were not myths.

They were rulers.

Lord Elias had been sent as a peace offering to the dragon who ruled the northern mountains. The dragon’s name was Veythar — ancient, powerful, and terrifyingly beautiful in his human form. Tall, broad, with long black hair and eyes like molten gold. When he smiled, you could see the hint of fangs.

Elias had expected to be eaten.

Instead, he was claimed.

On the first night, Veythar took him to his chambers — a massive room with a bed big enough for ten people. He stripped Elias slowly, golden eyes glowing in the firelight.

“You are small,” Veythar said, voice like smoke and gravel. “Soft. Breakable.”

He ran one clawed hand down Elias’s chest.

“I like it.”

He pushed Elias onto the bed and climbed over him. His cock was already hard — thick, long, and ridged in a way no human cock should be. Elias’s eyes widened when he saw it.

Veythar noticed and smiled.

“Do not worry,” he murmured. “I will make it fit.”

He didn’t give Elias much prep. He spat on his fingers and pushed two inside, working him open roughly while he kissed and bit at Elias’s throat. When he finally pushed his cock inside, Elias cried out at the stretch.

Veythar was huge.

He fucked Elias with deep, powerful strokes, one hand pinning his wrists above his head while the other gripped his hip. Every thrust went deeper than should have been possible. Elias could feel the ridges on Veythar’s cock dragging against his walls.

“You were made for this,” Veythar growled against his ear. “Made to take dragon cock. Made to be filled.”

Elias could only moan in response, completely overwhelmed.

Veythar fucked him for what felt like hours. He came inside Elias multiple times, flooding him with thick, hot cum until it leaked out around his cock. He didn’t stop even after Elias had come twice — he just kept going, using Elias’s body like it belonged to him.

When he finally pulled out, cum poured out of Elias’s stretched hole in thick globs.

Veythar gathered some on his fingers and pushed it back inside.

“You will stay here,” he said calmly. “In my bed. Every night. Until I decide otherwise.”

Elias was shaking, cum leaking down his thighs, mind hazy from being fucked so thoroughly.

He should have been terrified.

Instead, he looked up at the dragon and whispered,

“…Yes, my lord.”

Veythar smiled, sharp and satisfied.

“Good.”

He leaned down and kissed Elias — slow and claiming.

“Because I am nowhere near done with you.”