The beast’s voice was full of some poignancy that Clove couldn’t comprehend.Some significance, some meaning.He didn’t comprehend… but heunderstood.Somehow.
Understood, and accepted.
Nearby movement caught Clove's eye.
The vines that had been creeping down the bedposts spilled over the dragon’s body, dragging their fat flowers with them to nestle right up against Clove’s cheeks.Greenery spilled over his shoulders, down his body, and to his thighs.Vines wrapped around his extremities.One encircled his cock, squeezing and releasing in time to the dragon’s thrusts.
The delicate tip found the slit of Clove's cock, traced along it, and plunged inside.
The sudden fullness was bizarre, but Clove couldn't stop his hips from surging forward, taking the vine deeper, letting it inside.It twisted and coiled and wriggled, slithering into this untouched part of his body until it sank so deep, it seemed like it might never come out.In that forbidden place, it pooled, taking up more and more space until the closest flower bumped against the tip of Clove's cock, preventing the vine from moving farther.
The vine shifted and wriggled, manipulating itself until the flower’s petals surrounded Clove's tip, then with a final tug, jerked the flower forward so Clove's cock disappeared inside.
It was not a huge bloom.None of them were.
It only took him about three inches deep.
But as Clove's cock butted against the innermost part of the pistil, the petals shuddered, then sealed themselves around the intruder and began to suck.
The vine in Clove's cock began to thrash.
Meanwhile, the dragon kept thrusting.A darkly possessive look overtook its face.
Clove could not resist.
Did not want to resist.
Panting from exhaustion and twitching from too much pleasure, he let his head fall to the side, where it was cushioned by flowers.
Their scent enveloped him once more, coaxing… coaxing him to surrender.
His muscles went slack.His body loosened, and the things penetrating him took note.
The vines pulsed and heaved, fucking his cock from the inside, while the dragon’s twin shafts twisted together and rubbed up against each other as they moved inside of him.Every inch of Clove’s ravaged passage throbbed, and his own cock twitched and pulsed in response.
He had never been so full.
“More,” he said without realizing he was speaking, mouth moving of its own accord.“More, more, more…”
The dragon’s eyes turned back on him, wild.Primal.Almost mindless.It fanned its wings, nearly tearing the canopy off the bed, then descended on Clove, coiling up around him entirely as its shafts punched in and out, deeper and deeper, squirming, thrashing.
They pummeled Clove’s sigils from the inside with renewed vigor, each stroke creating another starburst of pleasure that drove Clove beyond the point of ecstasy.
“What a treasure,” the dragon murmured, its head coming to rest by Clove’s, its muzzle brushing Clove’s lips.Sighing with a pleasure that went far behind the physical.“Mytreasure.”The words were delivered in a quavering croon, a deep bass that rolled through Clove’s bones, that filled his blood with dragonsong.
Then the dragon ran out its tongue.
It swept over Clove’s chin, down his body, and blanketed his swollen belly.The tip tucked under Clove’s cock.It licked him long and firm, off for a heartbeat and then on again, in time with the pulsing of the vines.It was a hot lick that caressed his entire body, a lick that lapped his cock and stroked his stomach while the dragon fucked him hard and steady high up into his chest.
And it drove Clove out of his mind.
Overwhelmed and operating on primal instinct alone, Clove grabbed on to the dragon's horns and pushed their mouths together, sloppily running his tongue over the tongue that was licking him.
The sigils on his stomach burned.
The twining cocks inside of him pounded on, while the dragon’s tongue and the vines played with Clove’s shaft in tandem and the flower continued to suckle.
It was too much.
