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𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Kyojuro Rengoku x Fem!Reader

𝐀𝐔: Dragon Shifter Rengoku x Dragon Rider Reader

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 4.6k

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: monster fucking, mentions and slight description of animal death and butchering, reader is described with skin light enough to mark, reader is also described as being a bit chubby, if you think pubic hair is gross dni, mentions of pregnancy and children, breeding kink, size kink, cunnilingus, cervix fucking, tummy bulge, marking, will add more as needed.

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: After traveling from town to town aiding and saving people from dark creatures for so long, you and your dragon Kyojuro finally find peace in a secluded forest away from prying eyes.

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: This is a piece for @cyancherub 's Wheel of Misfortune Collab. I hope you enjoy! Honestly coming up with Rengoku's dragon appearance was a little tricky but I hope I painted a clear picture. To all my fellow monster fuckers, this one's for you!

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞: Fire in the Water — Feist

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His pace was steady, languid and relaxed as he gave you time to adjust to him more. His muscles tense along his back and arms, wings unfurling and tail swaying to and fro. Kyojuro struggled to not just rut into you, no matter how badly he wanted to give into the hunger and frenzy that made his cock twitch inside of your sweet little pussy, he wanted to give you what you wanted. Even if it killed him, he’d give you anything and everything, from the rarest of treasures to children of your own. Picking up his pace steadily as you whined for more, for him to go faster, he adjusted himself to lean over you further. The fire flickers not too far away and your features are cast in light and shadow. He could get so lost just peering into your gaze.

The flames that flickered before you snapped and devoured every twig and piece of log you fed it, greedily eating it away and hissing for more. The night wasn’t particularly cold, but the smoke kept the mosquitoes at bay as your camp was closer to a large body of water. Pulling your tunic closer to your body you shrank further into yourself, legs folded and crossed as your eyes stared forward in the enchanting fire, watching it dance wildly with an untamed grace. It reminded you so much of your beast, a small smile tugging at your lips. Even in the dead of night under the cover of trees you could still see the sky above and the millions of twinkling little lights. The moon hung over your head, a bright silver glow that gave you a sense of peace. It was full, irradiating the water just a few meters away from you as the tide was pushed and pulled onto the shore ever so gently.

He had disappeared almost an hour ago after collecting wood for the fire, taking off into the night with the promise of food. He’s a skilled hunter and it helps that he has excellent vision in the dark, unlike yourself and your human eyes. Reaching down into the grass you pulled at the blades, mind wandering back to him. Kyojuro… it has been, what, a year and a half since you’ve met him and became his rider? Scoffing at the fact you couldn’t fight the tugging at your heart. People tell stories of dragon riders and their dragons to children as bedtime stories, however you’re living in the fairy tale. You can recall when your own father told you of whimsical tales involving princes and princesses and dragons with knights as their companions.

You yourself aren’t quite considered a Dame, but you wield a sword and shield and provide services for coin. You and your dragon, your beautiful, beastly creature, have helped many. You’ve saved towns across the country raided by ghouls and goblins, demons of the night, anything worth killing. You’ve made a handsome amount of cash doing it but this isn’t what you’d call a life worth living forever. Dreams and wants still toy with your mind, and any hope of a future lies solely in what you do in the moment you draw breath. Will you fight and win to see another day or lay down your blade and accept an early death?

Above you the trees rustled, the sound of leathery wings flapping in the air breaking your concentration. Blinking your turned your face up to the creature that descended from the sky and came into view where the fire illuminated its features. Slung over his shoulder and around his neck was a carcass of a male deer, his large clawed hands gripping its legs together to keep it balanced. Hoisting it over his head with a grunt, Kyojuro let the body fall into the dirt before casting his golden gaze in your direction. He wore a large toothy smile, the same smile that makes your stomach twist into knots and your heart to leap into your throat.

“It took me a while but I separated it from the herd,” he chortled, proud of his successful hunt,” You needn’t worry yourself with the skinning, my dear, I’ll take care of it.” A giggle left you at his unintended pun, which prompted one of his bushy eyebrows to arch curiously. “Was it something I’ve said?” His smile never faltered, it always seemed to be a permanent feature upon his face. You wouldn’t have it any other way.

Shaking your head you clambered to your feet, dusting off your rear. “Not at all, Kyojuro.” you waved him off, stepping over to where your saddle and bags were piled upon each other. It still felt so odd putting a saddle on him when he’s transformed into his full dragon form, in a way it feels insulting as he isn’t a creature that needs taming or to be kept confined much like people do with their horses. He’s free to come and go as he pleases, but the saddle is simply for balance purposes. Heaven knows what would come of you if you slipped off his back and he couldn’t catch you in time. It reminded you of when you were learning to ride and bonding with him as all riders do.

Kyojuro watched as you dug around for a rope and caught it when you tossed it to him. To be honest, you hated watching such a beautiful animal getting gutted but if you and the dragon wished to eat and not starve, it must be done. You watched as he reached down to grab the hind legs in one large hand, dragging the deer away from your view. The process is very much straightforward but he always ends up so messy. From where you are you can hear his grunting and the squelching and tearing of flesh and the cracking of bone, a sudden flop on the ground you could only assume were the intestines and other organs. Your stomach clenched.

Toeing off your boots and setting them aside neatly, you unstrapped your rolled bed pallet from the saddle and began to set up where you and Kyojuro would sleep. Although it is taboo for a rider and their dragon to be… intimate, it isn’t unheard of. You can’t deny the feeling in your heart when it comes to him, and as far as you can tell he can’t either. It had happened so suddenly just over five months ago after a whole sun cycle of tension between the two of you. Now you sleep together as well as share everything else. When among others, riders and dragons or regular people, you keep your relationship hidden from prying eyes. Out here in the wilderness, there’s freedom.

Sitting on your knees you spread out the thick wool blanket and wolf hides to make the ground more comfortable. Satisfied, you stood just in time to find your companion returning with strips of meat in hand and hanging over his forearm. Blood covered the entirety of his bare chest and arms, more so his hands. He has chosen to take off his shirt so as to not get it dirty but he couldn’t say the same for his trousers. His thick mane of golden hair too had blood caking it, blending with the natural red tips of his tresses. The closer he got the more you could smell the stench of death. Pinching your nose you sent him a playful glare as he laughed, tenderly hanging the strips over the stick you had set up to hover over the flames.

“Water, now.” You pointed toward the lake while you stooped to dig through your bags again to find the sandstone soap you purchased from the closest town. He made no move to argue and instead did as he was told, large gold and red wings flapping and adjusting against his back comfortably as his reptilian tail swayed with each step. Gaze trailing after him as he walked further into the moonlight you held the soaps in your hands. You watched as he unfastened the front flap of his pants and shimmied out of them, careful of the claws on his toes. It's moments like this that you stop to appreciate his magnificence. He’s by far one of the most beautiful men you’ve ever seen, and one of the strongest dragons from your prefecture. How you’ve come to be so fortunate you’ll never know but you try to not question it, your mother instilled the belief of jinxes deep into your marrow.

So you accept it without much thought. Righting yourself you began to peel off your own clothing, first your tunic and the chest binding you had beneath it. The night air makes your nipples pebble and harden, a quiet hiss slipping through your teeth. Next went your bottoms and loin coverage, leaving you stark naked and exposed to the elements. Carrying the soaps with you along the same path he took to the water you blinked as there was no sight of him. “Kyojuro?” There wasn’t an answer but the moment a pair of arms scooped you up and a scream ripped from your throat you knew exactly what he was doing. “Kyojuro no, no, no, no—!” It was too late to say more as you and the lumbering beast suddenly submerged into the cold depths.

Surfacing and coughing up liquid you rubbed your eyes with the heels of your hands and could only make out the muffled sound of his laughter with water in your ears. Shoving a wave in his direction you couldn’t help but laugh as well, his joy far too infectious. “You made me lose the new soap I just bought.” You pouted, arms lifting around his shoulders as he tugged you closer to him by your waist. His hands are double the size of your own, perhaps tripple. His entire form is so much larger than your own, most would find it terrifying and intimidating but you always felt oddly safe to have such a man alongside you.

Not to mention, his cock. The mere thought has you biting your lip and pressing further against him, breasts flush against his abnormally heated skin. Despite the chill of the water, you didn’t shiver as long as he held you. It was perfect during the winter months. He said your name and you hummed in response, tilting your head to look up at him. Even wet his hair still glows in the light and the slits of his pupils enlarge, his face softening. There’s so much love written in his expression, the smile on his lips a smile he reserved only for you.

“I’m sure I can buy you more, sweet one.” He leaned forward to press a kiss to your forehead, grunting as your legs came up to coil around his hips. You can feel him against your core, not necessarily filled out completely but enough to make you ache. He kept you both afloat with the kicking of his legs, his hands slipping down your body to settle on your ass. Squeezing the fat of each mound he pushed your hips closer, chuckling under his breath at each little gasp that leaves you. It's been many nights since you’ve touched each other in such a way, a clear longing settling between you both. His heart beats in sync with yours, each rise and fall of your chests in unison. Clearing his throat, Kyojuro brought your attention back to him,” We are always together yet I still find myself missing you. I can’t bear being away from you even for a second, I need you as I need the air to live and the earth to stay grounded. So long as the sun and moon still loom in the sky I will always be yours, sweet one.”

Without a word or a second of hesitation your lips collided with his, hands drifting to his waterlogged hair to clutch onto him and keep him in place— not that he'd dare try to pull away from such a heavenly mouth. He tastes of wildberries and honeysuckle, the scent of smoke and pine wafting off his skin and caressing your senses. The dragon shifter held onto you as he began to make his way closer to shore, tongue exploring the expanse of your mouth and swallowing your moans and mewls. He’s always had an intense hunger when it came to you, always starving and never satiated. There’s no negating your own desire either.

Kyojuro carried you with ease back through the path and toward your little camp, only breaking the kiss for a moment to spot where your bedding rested in the grass. Whining in protest and guiding his lips back to yours you poured every ounce of want and need into his mouth, allowing him to taste you and feel you and love you. Holding onto him tightly as he crouched down to sit on his knees you looked up at him with half lidded eyes when he forced himself back to meet your gaze. Your legs loosened around his hips and your thighs spread, your hands gripping onto his forearms as his own were planted on either side of your head. The smell of your sex has him practically salivating in his mouth, his instinct to take you now with no hesitation utterly tempting.

Swallowing, you chew on your lip and move a hand to cup his face. “Make love to me, Kyojuro, it’s been too long since I’ve felt you inside me...” Your voice is airy and breathless, a whisper only for him to hear. Your thumb traced over the small patch of golden scales on his cheek that blended with sun kissed skin as he nodded, bending down to nestle his face in the curve of your neck where he places openmouthed kisses. He sucks and nibbles on the skin until there’s a noticeable mark, leaving a trail in his wake as he drifts down your body. You tremble and shake beneath him, completely at his mercy. Your panting and keening doesn’t go unnoticed when he kisses certain spots, pausing at your chest and flattening his tongue over one of your little buds to drag it agonizingly slow over it. Freeing one hand and bearing his weight on the other he engulfs your other mound in his grasp. It doesn’t matter how large or small your chest is compared to other women, he would always be able to hold them within his hands.

Pinching and twisting your nipple as he suckles on the other he glances up at you as you mewl, feeling your back arch under him and watching your head fall back against the many pelts. Releasing your nipple with a pop, a string of saliva connects his mouth to your skin, the heat brewing between your bodies becoming unbearable. “Kyo, please—” you purred, slick pooling between your thighs and oozing down over your pebbled skin onto the fur you laid on. There’s a thin sheen of sweat mixing in with the water from the lake on your skin, hair still soaked and dripping water everywhere. His thick mane framed his face and left a trail of water on your flesh everywhere it touched when he moved. His mouth didn’t leave your skin as he made his way down your stomach, gently biting the bit of fat and laving his tongue over it to soothe the areas.

Cooing and watching as his hands slid over the plush fat of your thighs, your eyes fluttered closed and your face turned to the sky. Kyojuro��s much larger form settled between your legs, his grip keeping your trembling thighs open. He’s gentle in the way his fingers knead the muscle of your thighs, his face turning to kiss the inner part of your leg. You’re his mate and you deserve nothing but the best that he can give you, hell, you deserve even more. Someday, if fate allows it, he dreams of a brighter future with you. A future with a comfortable home, plenty of food to fill your bellies, and a family. Just envisioning you pregnant, with a rounded belly and swollen breasts and even crankier than you usually are makes his cock leap with excitement. You can very well hold your own in the heat of battle, but he has a strong need to steal you away and hide you from the danger, to protect what’s his and his alone.

Finally facing your dripping cunt his breath hot fanned over it, a hand moving to push the hair out of his way as his forked tongue swiped between your puffy, slick covered folds. Groaning at your taste he did it again, his nose bumping against your engorged clit making you shudder and gasp, surely even making your toes curl. “Yes— please more, Kyojuro—!” you panted and whined, sitting up on your forearms to watch him kiss and lap at your pussy. He purred against you, the vibrations traveling through you and making your hips buck. Holding you down with his arm he looked up at you with a smirk as his tongue curled and flicked your clit. He chuckled when you jumped at the sudden sensation. Unhooking his arm from around your thigh he adjusted himself to allow room for his fingers to toy with you. Having retracted his claws his hands appeared just as any other man would have, however he’s always had the prettiest nails. Lying completely on his belly his hips roll just enough to feel friction against his aching cock as he rubs against the bedding, desperate for stimulation.

No matter how badly you wanted him to just fuck you, you also understood the dangers of it. Going in when you’re not slick or stretched enough could hurt and seriously injure you. So, you’re patient, or at least as patient as can be. Fingers digging into the fur beneath you as one of his thick digits entered your sopping, begging hole your lips parted and a string of wonton curses escaped you. Even his fingers were thick and enough to stretch you, the most you’ve ever taken being three and just enough to work you open enough to take his cock. “Is this okay, sweet one?” he asks with a deep, husky tone and you nod, sucking in a sharp breath as his finger curls and massages along your spongy walls. He brushes against your sweet spont and you squeal, pleading for more and promising to do whatever he wants as long as he allows you to come undone.

As much as he enjoys your expressions when you finally release, he finds your frustrated and needy ones cute as well. When it comes to dragons and riders there’s always the dynamic of the rider being the one in charge, not that you’ve ever treated him like an animal or property like anyone else would have. But this? You gave him full reign over your body. Rubbing along that one spot he edges you more to become slick enough to slip in another finger, gently scissoring them inside you and stretching you without causing too much discomfort. The last thing he wants is for you to feel pain, but pain and pleasure often mix quite well. You hissed through your teeth and he paused, lifting his slick covered face to look up at you in slight concern. “Are you alright, darling?”

Nodding, you smile at him, "I'm okay, Kyo, you can keep going.” Mewling when his fingers begin to move again your head fell back, a quiet ‘fuck’ leaving your lips. Kyojuro was never one to curse unless he was feeling particularly heated in anger or lust, but he always found your foul mouth most interesting. Bringing his mouth back down upon your cunt, his lips and tongue tease your clit just to watch you jolt from the slight shocks it would send through your body. Your essence coats his fingers and runs down to his wrist, the scent filling his nose and making him grind a bit more against your shared bed pallet. Groaning against your skin he slid another finger inside, now to solely stretch you just enough.

He can feel himself becoming impatient, he wants to bury himself into your core, needs to fill your womb with as much of his seed as possible. He’d be so blessed if any of it caught, he can only imagine what your little ones would look like. Of course they’d likely have his ability to transform, and possibly look like a carbon copy of himself as the boys in his family line all appear exactly alike. But what of a little girl? Would she have your same bright eyes and sweet smile? Your fighting spirit? Your love of books and unique trinkets? His mind floods with all the possibilities as he ruts more before finally deeming you ready to take him.

Moving rather quickly, and a bit more roughly than he would have liked, he was upon you in an instant. Your legs in his hands he makes you lie on your back as he bends your body, knees closer to your shoulders. The way your stomach forms squished rolls is so adorable to him and the way you gasp, gods he’s done for. You’ve ruined him in the best ways possible, ways he’s never imagined before he met you. Aligning himself with your entrance he glanced at your face as you hum, telling him it’s okay and you need him just as much. “Need you, Kyo, want you to fill me up, wanna feel you inside me, want you to breed me. Please—" His heart nearly burst from his chest when the words dripped from your mouth like thick and ever so sweet honey.

Slowly entering he gripped your calves tighter, face scrunching at how tight you feel around just his head and the inches he pushed inside. His brows furrow when you groan and he pauses until you give him the go ahead to continue. Oh how lucky a man he is to have a woman such as you. So beautiful and kind and with the best pussy he’s experienced since the day he turned 18. Your sounds are so sinful and if he must go to hell from high heaven just to hear you more he’d make the journey, he’d do anything to keep you until his end of days.

Fucking you, making love to you, it all reminds him of how blissful it is to fly high in the sky among the clouds. It's wonderful, his heart soaring to even greater heights every time you call his name and cry for more. “More, more, more—” you began to babble and he watched your face contorted in pleasure when his hips pulled back just a bit. You could feel the smooth ridges of the underside of his thick cock drag along your walls, his bulbous head meeting the opening of your cervix when he pushed back in. There’s a slight bulge on your stomach where his dick reaches your womb with one quick thrust of his hips. A sob rips from your chest and tears well in your eyes as you struggle to focus on his face.

“Fuck, Kyo, more! Faster, harder—” Your wish is his command. Complying happily to your requests his breathing picks up and deepens with every thrust into your cunt, stretching you to fit his cock. Any other time you would have poked fun at him for cursing but he couldn’t help the hiss of fucks that slipped. Heavy balls slapped rhythmically against the curve of your ass, the sound of skin on skin and the slick squelching of your pussy was driving him mad. Screaming out his name as he fucks into the deepest parts of you he could feel your nails digging into his skin. Letting your legs go he let them fall open and tremble, leaning over you to capture your lips with his into a searing, desperate kiss. Your hands slipped around him to claw at his back as his hips drilled into you.

He kissed you with the fiery passion of his heart, melting against you and keeping himself up with his forearms on either side of your head. His weight is comfortable on top of you and he’s warm, sweat glistening on your skin and his, your slick sticking to his lower abdomen and coating his balls with each slap against you. You’re both a mess but haven’t a care in the world. Out here there’s no one but you, the trees, and the stars above.

His tongue tastes like heaven and you’re drunk on the flavor, hands grasping and tugging at whatever they could reach: his hair, his arms, the base of his wings. You wanted everything and more with this man, a life free of fighting and a life that you can be proud of. You pray to the gods above that when he fills your womb with his seed you’ll finally have that, the dream that’s been nothing but a fantasy for ages. Breaking the kiss you pull him down to press your lips to his pointed ear, cheek pressed to the side of his face and his hair clinging to your sweat covered skin. Your moans and squeals fill his head and he’s dizzy, his mouth biting down on where your neck meets your shoulder.

The pressure builds to the point of the dam bursting, essence spilling between the both of you as you gasp and cry, clinging onto him when your thighs and hips sputter. He picked up his pace, fucking more into you and grunting like an animal, still biting down onto you to the point he tastes blood. His hips faltered and stuttered, cock jumping against your squeezing walls until he released. Thick, white cum fills you to the point it oozes from your entrance where he still fucks you.

“Fuck—!" he unlatched himself from your shoulder and clenched his jaw as you milked him for all his worth, balls emptying deep within you. Kyojuro stays inside you when he comes to a stop, pushing himself up on his hands to hover your heaving form. Both of your bodies quake and shiver, your hands coming up to hold his face. His smile returned to his lips, bright and gleeful and a laugh bellowed in his chest. “I love you more than you could ever know, sweet one.” He purrs, leaning in for a chaste kiss.

Returning it in pecks between giggles, you hold your own smile. “And I love you, my beautiful creature.” He’s the fire to your water, the sun to your moon, your everything. He’s beautiful in all the ways that count, with the heart of a lion and a roar to match. When he slips out of you with a groan, you can feel the cum leaking from your hole and still feel the aftershocks of your orgasm. “We s-should clean up—"

“No, my love, it can wait until sunrise.” He rolls to lie beside you, a strong arm wrapping around you and pulling you closer to him. With your back against his chest he pulled the wool blanket over your bodies, settling with his face buried in your hair. He breathed you in deeply before letting out a long sigh. He can smell his mark that he left on your shoulder, his scent engrossing you and shielding you from anything that dares to threaten you. Only a fool would try to hurt a dragon’s mate. He’d lay down his life before anything could touch you. You sparked the fire in his heart and it would never fade.

⠀⠀ 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝; 10/01/2021 | 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝; 10/02/2021

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