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sultrydxrling · 20 days ago

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(DRAGON HYBRID X READER

ORC COUPLE X READER

ONLY HUMAN/ MONSTER WORLD/ STRAY HUMAN/NEIGHBORHOOD SLUT/MULTIPLE MONSTER/ KNOTTING/STALKER)

Monday.

Monday was spaghetti night at the Fairfield household. You approached the door and rapped softly against the wood, and a dog barked behind it. This made you smile as your mind wandered into the void.

You thought about the past week and all the dinners you would be attending, grateful for the warm welcome from everyone you met. Recently, you moved into a lovely suburban neighborhood, and many of your neighbors, including the Fairfields, have offered to help you settle in and get involved with the community.

Mrs Fairfield opened the door, her emerald skin glowing radiently with her tusked smile,

"Hello! (Y/n), right?"

You smiled because she remembered your name and nodded,

"Yes, ma'am."

You beamed as her husband walked up behind her and rested his arm around her waist, a hand on her hip, "We're glad you could make it!"

He was only half a foot taller than his wife, his black hair pulled back into a small half-ponytail hairstyle. He has a beard that stayed along the edges of his chin, refusing to grow anywhere else, but it looked wonderful along his jawline. The larger orc gently pulled his wife a few steps back as they gestured for you to come in.

"Come on in, the dining room is this way,"

Mrs. Fairfield said, leading the way through their home. As you walked with her, you took in your surroundings. The living room felt warm and inviting, with flower-patterned couches in front of the fireplace and a simple grey rug underneath them.

Candles were scattered throughout the room, accompanied by charming little antiques on the mantel. The kitchen featured a Southern rooster theme that brightened your mood and created a comforting atmosphere.

Mr. Fairfield sat at one end of a large table, which was proportionate for the happy couple despite their stature.

You found your place at a seat in the middle of the long side of the table that you almost had to climb into because of its height. Mrs. Fairfield snickered as she watched you and slipped on her oven mitts. She carefully pulled dinner out of the oven.

"Thank you for inviting me over, Mrs.-",

You watched as she leaned over, getting a slight glimpse of her pantyhose, almost up to her panties themselves underneath her dress as she leaned over. This made your face flush a deep red, almost as red as her thick hair that curled beautifully. A few of her curls escaped from her lovely-looking bun.

“Oh please, call me Jen!”

She beamed as she set the dish on the table. Upon further inspection, there was a crispy-looking substance on top, and you were pleased to smell parmesan cheese.

"This is my famous baked spaghetti! I topped it with parmesan and homemade croutons!",

Her excitement made you smile, and you patiently waited to be served or to serve yourself - whichever came first. She handed you a pair of tongs, and you twisted the tongs around in the spaghetti, carefully maneuvering some of them onto your plate.

"Do you have any extra of those croutons?",

You looked up at her curiously.

"Oh? Of the homemade, unfortunately not. But I do always keep a bag!"

She walked over to a door that opened into her pantry and snagged a brightly colored bag of 'Texas croutons' off of one of the white shelves.

She placed the bag next to you to allow you to help yourself, and you did. As you ate, the whole table traded stories about where they grew up, things they enjoyed as kids, and how you could be the only human.

You explained that you were just found on the side of the street, blood was around, so maybe your parents had been hurt, but you weren't sure. You were taken in by a lovely dragon couple and raised alongside the rest of the monster society.

You were bullied by some kids and adored by others; it was a normal childhood. Mr Fairfield or Mark, as he'd introduced himself to you soon after Jen did, talked about his childhood and past with abuse from his family, but good friends.

Jen stood and poured herself and her husband a glass of wine,

"Would you like some, darling?"

It was almost impossible to tell her no as her eyes fell on mine.

"Yes please..",

You smiled.

She filled your glass, and over the next couple of hours, the talking continued, as did your drinking.

You all moved to the living room and found yourself leaning all over the couple, and you apologized profusely when you noticed how bad you'd gotten about keeping yourself up.

They brushed away your apologies and welcomed your comfort. You felt a heat growing between your legs, Jen was so pretty in this blurry lighting, her dress cupped her breasts just right, and it drove you crazy.

"Eccuse me Mrs.. Jen."

You slurred softly.

"Your- uhm. Your chest is very nice.."

A hot blush coated your face, and you hid your face in Mark's lap. He groaned softly because you'd nuzzled right up against his arousal.

You sat up and curled into yourself. Jen snickered and unbuttoned the front of her dress, her lacey bra peeking out from beneath the fabric, black lace accentuating the beautiful emerald of her skin. You worked your way into her lap and kissed them sweetly.

"There you go, sweetheart."

She stroked your head with her large hand and moved both of her hands to your nice shirt, ripping it slowly down the middle trying to unbutton it, but you didn't mind very much, she was so gentle and strong.

Her husband unzipped his jeans, freeing himself from the prison that had held his throbbing length. His face flushed a darker green, and he apologized for his size, yough me must've been at least 9 inches.

You crawled over to him and took it eagerly into your hands. Seeing how small they were around him, he throbbed in your hands. You licked at his tip softly, arching your back on your hands and knees.

Jen tried to gently work you out of your jeans, tearing them in a few places but managing to work them off. She gently rubbed a large finger between your legs at your genitals, a soft moan escaping your lips as the heat of her finger made contact with you.

You took the bright pink tip into your mouth as much as you could fit, happily sucking. You rubbed with both hands and moved your hips against Jen's finger excitedly.

You slipped out of your underwear carefully climbed onto Mark's lap, and lowered yourself onto his now well-lubricated tip.

He said it was 'Small,' but it took all your strength to fit it inside your tight hole, stretching you around its girth.

Jen undressed fully, smiling at you as she leaned back against the opposite end of the couch. She watched the two of you and began to rub herself, she was so wet that you could hear it from where you sat.

Mark held tightly onto your hips and began to lose control of himself, almost using you like a handheld toy. Your mind swam with dirtier and dirtier thoughts as they used you to please themselves.

You imagined becoming their prized pet and them inviting you over more regularly, turning you into the perfect toy for them.

The Orc beneath you grew inside of you as he came close to finishing, his cock pulsing and throbbing as his tip rammed into your cervix.

"God, Yes! Please ruin me!",

You cried out and they did just that, they spent hours passing you between the two of them. They always took care of you and made sure you came, and after, you got to see their beautiful shower.

The stone wall made the whole shower almost look like a waterfall or a rainforest. Jen put her hair up and helped you clean yourself in the shower.

Once you were clean, she washed your clothes and helped you into them, and soon after drove you home.

They bid you good night and sent you off with plenty of kisses, leaving you breathless. They watched you unlock and enter your door, protecting you, their sweet toy.

You fumbled your way to bed and stripped naked, feeling your soft silk sheets against your skin. The wind blew into your room, causing your sheer curtains to flow lightly in the moonlight. You smiled at the lovely breeze that greeted your skin on the warm summer evening and snuggled into your pillow.

Your relaxing was interrupted by a sound outside of your window, like movement in the mulch of your bushes. You, however, opened your eyes to see nothing had changed and laid back down, soon after drifting off to sleep.

Tuesday.

You awoke to your alarm and you saw something in your window, but it was gone when you blinked.

You rubbed the sleep out of your eyes pushed yourself out of bed, and walked over to your calendar to see which it would be for dinner.

The abriviation you'd written down was, Ero-Drag, which was Eragon, the Dragon.

He was a large, but polite creature. His scales showed a dark red, deep auburn reflected by the sun. The spikes around his ruff and along his back and tail were an even deeper red color, almost black.

When you'd met him, he'd very carefully taken one of your hands into his claws and brought it to his maw. As Eragon carefully kissed your hand, his hot breath and a little smoke brushed against your skin.

He decorated his claws with a few gold rings, and he wore a nice pair of black slacks and a black dress shirt with a purple vest. The royal purple was accentuated by the small, shining designs along the fabric.

He was very kind and charming and had brought smoked ham to the potluck.

You didn't eat very much, but you'd grabbed a small bite of everything and complimented his cooking.

He thanked you with a soft rumble in his throat and asked if you were free at some point during the week, and told him Tuesday was good.

He said he wanted to take you shopping first, which was sweet. You figured it was a part of his dragon tendencies to enjoy nice things, so it didn't seem too out of place.

He'd given you his number, so you gave it a ring.

He picked up instantly, his gruff voice slipping through the speaker.

"Hello? Who's this?"

You told him your name and asked if there would be a dress code for the shopping trip, to which he replied to be casual nice, to mean a dress or a button-up shirt, etc.

You smiled and decided to throw on a simple outfit, but it was nice like he'd requested.

(Outfit is optional based on reader preference)

He sent you a text and you opened your phone.

"Hey, I'll be coming to pick you up in thirty minutes. Is that enough time for you to get ready? Im taking you to breakfast. You should eat to start our day even if it's something small."

You gathered your things and sat on your couch.

"Im ready now, but take your time. I wouldn't mind breakfast :)."

"Alright, then i suppose I'll be on my way then. See you soon."

You smiled at this and sent him your address and decided to sit on your front porch swing.

After about ten minutes, Eragon pulled up to the sidewalk in a black, low-riding car. He slipped out of the driver seat and the car raised slightly from the lack of his weight.

He was just as charming as the day you saw him, but today, he wore a tight, charcoal grey turtle neck with a long black trenchcoat draped over his shoulders. Shining gold buttons laced the edges, and the cuffs folded over with gold cufflinks to hold them together.

His black dress pants gently squeezed his thighs in a way that made you almost instantly aroused.

Eragon opened the passenger door and smiled at you, his fangs showing slightly.

"You look good, here get in. I'll get the door for you."

"Thank you"

You slipped into the passenger seat and reveled in his red leather interior. Some of the paneling was black faux wood with small gold ribbons flowing through it.

He took you to a nice breakfast place, "Sandy's dine in". The waitress seated the two of you in a booth,, then left you with your menus. you picked out a meal with two pancakes, bacon, and eggs.

Eragon looked up at you, his elbows braced on the table, and his hands casped together under his chin.

"What exactly brought you to this area?"

"Just trying to start over. Humans also aren't very kind. Where I used to live, it was a very predominantly human populated area. There were different creatures few and far between. However, I've found myself more comfortable around hybrids or just non humans in general."

He smiled at you and nodded in 'fair' agreement.

"I understand the sentimant. It's nice to be around new things. That's why you've inspired me to try something new!"

He laughed softly and announced to me in his gruff voice.

"I'm going to try the Cali club."

You raised an eyebrow, wondering if this was supposed to be new, but then you remembered different creatures like having different diets as well.

"What do you usually eat?"

"Mostly just meat. Not that I can't have anything with vegetables in it, I just usually don't feel like it if I don't have to."

"Well, I'm glad you get to try something new. Even if it's not very new to me."

He smiled proudly, and once the waitress came by, you both put in your orders. She came back with them and your decided drinks.

The dragon gently stared at his sandwich and poked at the tomatoes with one of his claws. This made you smile and slipped the tomatoes off.

"You'll like it better without these. Less wet."

You laughed, and he tried the sandwich hesitantly, a soft crunch beneath his teeth as he bit into it.

"Wow."

He said with a mouth full.

"This is super new.. but it's nice and kind of fresh. I prefer more meat, but it's nice."

"We'll do a burger place next time."

You giggled and cut into your food after spilling syrup over your pancakes.

"Next time?"

His eyes lit up, and you looked up to meet the gleaming yellow.

"Of course. I'd love to go out again."

You both finished up your meals, and he politely helped you into the car, opening the door again.

The day was spent walking around nicer clothing stores and him doting on you. Eragon told you to let him know if you wanted something—anything. Moving from store to store, you would look at something you might like, then cringe at the price tag if it was anything over fifty dollars. As the dragon noticed this, he slowly began grabbing the things you would look at, if they were clothes, he would politely order you to try them on.

You and he would look at the different clothes and both of you would give your opinions on how they fit and looked. And if it wasn't clothes it was cute things like stuffed animals or blankets, maybe even cute little trinkets.

The dragon playfully scolded you for checking the price tags and would swat your hand away if you tried to turn even one.

"Do you like it?"

He asked, looking down at you with a smile.

"Yes.."

You answered, though relatively hesitantly.

When he was ready to drive you back to his home, you had several bags full of wonderful clothes and perfumes. He finally turned down a gravel road, the stones looked like obsidian and the occasional geodes.

Once he pulled into a circular driveway and stopped the car, he gestured for you to stay inside. You examined the house through your window. It was relatively large and appeared to have both an attic and a basement. The exterior walls were made of dark stone, resembling a marbled black color. The home looked both cozy and elegant, with the door displaying a rich dark oak hue, accented by hints of red in the sunlight.

"I'll get the door for you, dear."

Eragon stepped out of the car, opened your passenger door, and stepped back, offering his paw.

You slipped your hand into his grasp, lightly reveling in the strength in them. Your mind wandered to other, more inappropriate places. The way his claws might lightly dig into your sensitive flesh.

"Are you alright?"

"Oh yeah, I was just thinking."

"What about?"

He smirked, his canine teeth showing.

"Nothing, just off in space, I guess."

He smiled slightly as he led you to his front door, then opened it for you to let you walk in. The interior was nice and very warm. There was a fire burning, and there looked to be herbs that were tossed in the fire as well.

Due to this, the living room smelled like sage, and you smelled something else, then turned to see a large sage incense stick, held upright on a small altar.

To the left of the front door was a small mudroom with a rack full of Eragon's other pairs of shoes.

"Do I take off my shoes?"

You gestured at the room.

"Yes, please."

As he followed behind you, he gently held your hip, only to move you to the side carefully.

He removed his shoes and you followed suit, placing your shoes gently on the ground in front of the rack. You noticed how big his shoes were compared to yours, and curiously leaned foward to look at one of his shoe souls.

'Size 16' read in a small circle. Your mouth hung slightly agape in shock.

"Alright, the dining room is this way. I think i can smell dinner cooking so it should be ready soon."

You nodded, and he led you through a hallway on the opposite wall of the mudroom, taking a right turn a foot past the fireplace.

The hallway was short, walking into a larger dining room, and like the Orc family's house, the table was bigger than what was meant for you.

"I found a chair that would help you accommodate for the small height difference."

He gestured to a chair to the left of the end of the table. You assumed the one at the end was his, and your eyes fell onto your chair.

The decor matched the other chairs, featuring dark wood and red cushioning. The designs on the seats mirrored his vest, showcasing intricate swirls in the fabric.

The only difference was a small step on the left-hand side of the chair that protruded only a few inches out.

You smiled and thanked him quietly for the accommodation. He gently held onto the right side of the chair, trying to provide balance as you climbed into the large seat.

Once you sat down and were settled, he leaned forward close to your face, and a toothy smile greeted you.

"I'll be back soon. If dinner is served before I return, feel free to eat. I'm going to freshen up, and if you need it, the bathroom is just there, down that halway."

He pointed to a hallway along the left wall.

The dragon walked back through the living room and up the stairs to what you assumed was his room.

Food was served, and a plate was set in front of you by an older woman wearing a nice, black button-up shirt with an apron draped over it.

It was a larger plate, a decent amount of sliced, grilled fajita meat was lain on the left side, and mashed potatoes sat near the top of the plate.

The last thing on the plate was green beans, clearly fresh. You could see the seasonings mixed into everything and the heavenly smell filled your sinuses.

You couldn't help but steal a few bites while you waited for the other to return, and within the following five minutes, he had.

"I hope it's alright. I'm not sure how to mix meals very well. All I eat is the meat usually, as i explained earlier at breakfast. I know we just ate. But i stay hungry. You can choose to eat or not. it's up to you."

He laughed softly and took his seat, his plate unsurprisingly just covered with thicker slices of the fajita meat. Some of them looked undercooked, but that was likely how he enjoyed it.

"No, I dont mind at all."

You stated politely. The diner moved along and as he ran through his plate within a few forkfuls, you began to discuss our interests.

Eragon talked about his welding company, though he didn't look to be the labor-working type.

"Do you work there too or just work on paperwork and finances?"

"Oh no, I work too. Helps me keep up my build and feel energized."

You thought about his strength and decided this made sense. Your mind once more wandered to more sinister things, for instance, his hand slipping under the table.

You were snapped out of your daze when he asked you a question.

"Would you like a glass?"

"Hm? Of what?"

"Whisky.."

He smiled and raised his glass curiously as if he'd been talking about it for a couple of minutes. But your mind was far too busy.

"Yes, please."

He nodded and poured you some from a gorgeous bottle, the neck very long and the basin very only round.

"I was wondering if you'd take.. some pictures for me. I'm testing out a new art form, and we'll, you look like the perfect inspiration. If you don't mind me saying so, of course."

"Oh well.. I wouldn't mind helping you with art."

The question sounded very odd, but considering you were imagining him doing things to you anyway, it was very welcomed.

"Good. Thank you. After we finish our whisky, we'll get started."

The two of you talked and both sipped your whisky slowly. You were slightly buzzed once your glass was empty and he stood, offering you his hand.

"Come, my dear. I'll lead you to my room. There's a room just off of it spasifically for my photography."

You nodded, and once you entered his room, there was a huge, California king-sized bed against the right wall, facing out into the room.

It was a black wooden canopy bed and a thick, black, velvet curtain surrounded the frame, draping itself onto the floor.

There were other various furniture pieces that matched the bed and its bedding color, which was a royal red with golden embroidery. Seemed to fit the theme.

Eragon took you into an offset room through a door to the left, and it was mostly empty apart from a stool, a set of photographer-esque lights, and a black backdrop.

There was a small table with a black velvet wrap of rope resting on top of it.

In the far corner was a metal pot of something glowing brightly. It looked like lava, reflecting its goldfish hue onto the black walls.

"The art I practice is the art of Shibari-. It's an ancient Japanese art of rope bondage that stemmed from martial arts. I will wrap the rope around your body into many knots and designs that complement your natural curves."

You smiled as you looked around and decided this seemed fun.

"Well.. is there anything I have to wear? Like a special outfit or...?"

"If you choose, you may wear nothing at all, but I'm sure I have something lying around if you prefer not to."

You excitedly took this offer and looked toward his bedroom.

"Do you want me to undress in there or here?"

You gestured to his room, just to make sure he saw.

"Whatever makes you more comfortable."

God, you wanted to tear into him. His politeness was so attractive. You chose to, hopefully, tease him a little by undressing in the other room. You'd hoped he wanted you just as much as you needed to feel him.

You slipped into Eragon's bedroom and undressed yourself, excitedly folding the clothing and setting it on his bed.

Once you were naked, you peeked around the door frame into the other room, blushing slightly.

"Haha, awe. Don't be bashful, I've seen many beautiful bodies. And if I may say so, I've been excited to see you since you went into my room to change."

You stepped into the room, covering yourself a little before trying to relax and taking a deep breath.

"Wow, you -"

He paused as he studied your body and braced his elbows on his knees, paws almost clasped together in prayer.

"You're astounding…"

Your face turned a deeper red, and you walked over to him slowly."

"So what do i do?"

"Just stand in those lights, I'm going to wrap the rope around you. Just tell me if it gets uncomfortable, alright?"

"Mhm."

You answered softly and stood with your legs slightly spread and your arms relaxed at your side.

He spent hours, delicately tying knots and wrapping you in the rope.

There were knots few and far between in random spots over your body, all managing to cross comfortably over your skin to hold you carefully.

The knots and rope lines created many different shapes around your body, a small circle created over your stomach and around the separate sides of your chest.

Eragon attached a hooked rope to a pulley and used it to pull you into the air, and he wrapped and tied the rope to a metal attachment on the wall.

You hung above the ground, watching him connect the rope strands to hooks on the ceiling, then tying more and more knots.

Once the shape came together, the red ropes looked like wings, erupting from your back and holding you in the air.

"Alright.."

He climbed down from his small steps tool after finishing the last knot, then stepped back, Inspecting his work and your body, which he greatly admired.

The dragon walked to the corner of the room where the melting pot rested and scooped a small handful out of the most definitely over-boiling temperature liquid.

He didn't even wince as he walked over to you and dipped one of his claws in the glowing liquid.

"I warn you this might hurt, but it's a part of the heart."

He used his claws to trace the burning hot, liquid gold across your skin.

It was a simple, small circle just under your left collarbone, but the pain seared deeply into your flesh. You screamed and tears welled in your eyes.

Once he was finished, he cooed softly.

"Sh..shh.. it's alright. It's almost finished. Just a little bit more."

He gently licked over the circle, his saliva giving a numbing on the new, golden wound.

He began dripping the melting gold over the road, and of course, small droplets dripped down the rope and onto your skin.

The little spots were beating with pain, but your arousal grew. Heat spread from your wounds and worked its way between your legs.

Every time a drip connected, he softly separated it slightly from the rope so the rope wouldn't stick to you when he took it off.

The gold that was now dripping off of you would not. Eragon poured the gold back into the pot like water gently peeled the other bits off his paw and claw, like dried glue, and walked back over to you.

He gently wiped the tears from your face. His scales and paw padding were almost uncomfortably warm as he did.

You leaned into the touch and watched as he grabbed his camera and adjusted the lights with his free hand.

"Beautiful.. look down to your right for me.. make a face that shows absence.. as if you've just lost something greatly important to you."

You followed his instructions, and for about thirty minutes, he began taking you down from your bindings. The gold, by this time, had healed and reflected off your skin in the bright camera lights.

Eragon took you into his arms and slipped a hand to your hip, holding you closely to himself.

"I'd like to be more intimate with you. Honestly, you're one of the most attractive creatures I've ever seen.. and I'd like to taste you."

He looked into your eyes and tilted his head toward you as if offering to let you move in for a kiss, to which you happily obliged.

The two of you kissed softly, then gradually more passionately until he picked you up bridal style and carried you into his room.

Eragon carefully laid you down and began to undress, carefully unbuttoning his shirt and then his pants.

The dragon was hard in his boxers, his length resting along his upper thigh. You crawled over to him on the bed and moved his hands away, happy to help him free himself.

You slipped his underwear down his thighs and his cock hung, tilted towards you. From base to tip, his cock was a gradient of red, then darkened at his tip, which accentuated the small amount of precum that leaked out of his length with anticipation.

You carefully took his cock into your hands and smiled as you leaned down to kiss it, up and down. Eragon groaned softly, resting his giant paw along the back of your head, and with his free hand, steadied himself with the arm of the bed frame.

You pulled away and rested your tongue against the sharp-looking tip of his length. He gasped softly at the sensation and his cock flexed, picking the head up off your tongue slightly then back down with a soft -plap-.

You giggled and took the tip into your mouth and began to suck, moving your head back and forth just enough to suck the whole head into your mouth.

"God, your mouth feels so good…"

The dragon lightly dug his claws into your scalp and began to thrust into your mouth gently. You braced yourself up by placing your hands on his hips.

You pushed your head forward, allowing more of him into your mouth, the arousal between your legs growing, and causing you to squirm slightly as you tried to please Eragon.

He watched you and gently laid you back into the mattress, then slipped his arms under your legs to place them on his shoulders.

Eragon smiled up at you, and his eyes glowed a bright yellow as he pressed his long, split tongue to your entrance. He teased you by using his split tongue around it.

This drove you crazy and caused your hips to jive and squirm desperately.

"Yeah? you're cute.."

He grabbed your thighs, his claws digging into them as he pulled you closer; shoving his tongue deeply into you. Eragon groaned softly, twisting his tongue around to reach the depths of you.

Your legs shook softly, and you tried to wrap them tightly around his head to pull him closer. you looked up and smiled as you remembered his horns, then pulled him by the horns. This forced his tongue deeper into you, causing you to cry out softly.

The dragon gently spread your hole, sat up on his knees, and pushed his tip against it. You pushed your hips down against him. you'd been thinking about it all day, and your hole grabbed him hungrily.

Eragon held onto you and pushed himself slowly halfway in, both of you letting out lewd moans as you felt each other.

"I- I need to go faster -"

He groaned, and he began to quicken the pumps of his hips.

"I'm sorry..."

He panted.

"I can't help it…"

You pushed your face into one of his pillows, trying to hide the pleasure that brought you. He 'couldn't help it'. It drove you crazy to hear.

"It's okay.. you can go faster -"

You muttered this breathily and arched your back for him. You tried to move your hips with his, leaking with pleasure as cum gently dripped down your thighs, and his cock was throbbing against your guts.

You could feel yourself approaching orgasm as you push your hips back into Eragon for encouragement.

His claws dug deeper into your hips as he began ramming himself into you, loud pronouns and moans spilled out of you.

"Fuck yes! Just like that! You feel so good!"

"So do you.."

The dragon muttered as he leaned forward, resting his weight along your back before he grabbed your thighs and plunged his knot deeply into your hole.

Hot cum spilled into your guts, which caused your legs to shake as your orgasm flashed through your whole body. You once again forced your face into the pillow to avoid the lewd noises from erupting from you too loudly.

He milked himself gently, tugging his knot lightly against your hole.

"F-fuck you're so tight."

Eragon chuckled softly and held you still while he yanked himself out of you. Cum spilled down your thighs and he placed his paw over your hole, then tossed you over his shoulder.

The dragon carried you to his bathroom and gently laid you in his large, black, marbled bathtub. It was tremendous in size and comfortable, and his gentility made you smile.

He carefully filled a cup with warm water and asked you to spread your legs, and you did. He rinsed you off and helped you get clean, then ran you a proper bath.

"There we go. You relax and I'm going to take a shower. you can spend the night, or i could drive you home."

"I'd like to stay the night if you dont mind."

Eragon nodded and kissed your head as he walked behind the bath where the shower was. The shower doors and sides were fully see-through glass, which made him very happy. He enjoyed watching you relax.

Once you were both clean and dry, the dragon tossed you a ginormous oversized shirt and a pair of his sweatpants, thankfully with a string and elastic to help hold them up.

Eragon stayed shirtless and slipped on a pair of boxers, walked up to you, and slipped his hands around your waist.

"You're so warm."

You heard a soft churring sound emit from his chest under your head. It sounded like purring but slightly different.

The dragon playfully tossed you over his shoulder, then threw you down onto the bed wrestling style.

"Rahh!"

You giggled and wrapped your arms around him tightly as he kissed all over your face and neck.

"Let's get some rest… I'll drive you home in the morning."

You nodded and slipped under the covers and draped your leg over his midriff, enjoying his cold scales against your warm skin. He continued his rhythmic churring, held you closely, and was soon snoring softly, huffing smoke from his nostrils.

You could've sworn there was a bright flash from the window, and you sat up in bed; trying to focus your eyes on the darkness past the glass. You tried to shake Eragon awake, but he was sleeping too deeply to even act disturbed. You rolled your eyes, slipped out of bed, and walked over to the window slowly.

Your heart sank to your stomach as you tried to look around, pressing your face to the glass.

To be continued...

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There's a male orc character inspo beneath V however- none of the other things save for some reason? no clue fr.

The other is by Gruvu on Tumblr for someone's Oc.

If you enjoy! Feel free to ask for different monsters to see! <3

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