Ouri finds herself paraded in the streets in an anonymous fashion... Though the only reason it's `anonymous' is nobody could possibly know that the thin, cum-covered fluff being proudly shown jutting between a dragon's legs wrapped around their dick is something alive than a condom. Taken through the red-light district in a show of depraved exhibitionism, they find themselves in the dragon's home, being pulled off and allowed to recover for their `kidnapper' to look at and talk to... Though, she's quick to make sure that her new companion knows she's very eager and happy for this arrangement to continue as is.
Adana, for her half, is thrilled to have a tiny, stretchy friend to experiment with and explore some more deprived and raunchy exhibitionist tastes with, along with, of course, feeling and watching something so tiny and fragile reduced to a thin sleeve around their spire. A little too thrilled and eager, perhaps - but Ouri did say she could do `absolutely anything, no limits'. If she didn't mean it, why would she say it?
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Aand the second story, a followup to https://inkbunny.net/s/3469544 (Trojan Breeding Horse) - which, seems to be my best performing story across all of my accounts, though I don't quite understand why. Maybe the breeding horse bondage kink appeals to folk?",
"writing": "[center][b]Adana's Adornment[/b]\n[i]A Story by Phrenics\noriginal upload 24th of October, 2024[/i]\n\n[i]Ouri finds herself paraded in the streets in an anonymous fashion... Though the only reason it's `anonymous' is nobody could possibly know that the thin, cum-covered fluff being proudly shown jutting between a dragon's legs wrapped around their dick is something alive than a condom. Taken through the red-light district in a show of depraved exhibitionism, they find themselves in the dragon's home, being pulled off and allowed to recover for their `kidnapper' to look at and talk to... Though, she's quick to make sure that her new companion knows she's very eager and happy for this arrangement to continue as is.\n\nAdana, for her half, is thrilled to have a tiny, stretchy friend to experiment with and explore some more deprived and raunchy exhibitionist tastes with, along with, of course, feeling and watching something so tiny and fragile reduced to a thin sleeve around their spire. A little too thrilled and eager, perhaps - but Ouri did say she could do `absolutely anything, no limits'. If she didn't mean it, why would she say it?[/i]\n\n[b]CONTENT WARNINGS[/b]\n\n[i]Exhibitionism/public eroticism, hyper, extreme size differences, living condom, sapient feral dragon, imminent-vore vibes, tonguefucking, all the way through, tongue-bathing, cum-drinking, consenting objectification.[/i]\n\n=====[/center]\nAdana groaned and preened in the cold autumn dawn – the red light district was always bustling no matter what time it was, and that day was no exception. Perfect. They couldn’t help but smirk as they continued down the wide, expansive street.\n\nEyes would fall upon the white-scaled dragon in abundance – in a normal situation, a huge feral dragon like them would get plenty of looks, but given the area, and what they were sporting… The eyes were of another intention entirely. Most of all, they were angled between her hindlegs as her gait swayed and tail wriggled. Mostly, at the still throbbing spire jutting between them.\n\nHer thighs worked back and forth over the stiff, thick flesh – scales rubbing and stroking over her knot, over blood-engorged veins. Not directly, no – there was a thin, cum-coated wrapping around it that stopped that. Damp and matted fur, clay-like glowing seed dripping slowly off of it in thick clumps, while the tip drooled a river over the gravel path. She kept to her lane of course - those of a smaller persuasion on one side, admiring her mass. Admiring her swaying, bobbing shaft, how it visibly flexed and twitched in her shadow, how each pulse of her heartbeat worked rhythmically down the full length… Adana couldn’t help but preen that little bit further as she walked, easily forgetting that between her legs was a tiny, thinly wrapped mouse that was having it’s skull literally worked and flattened by dense, muscular, multiple ton thighs, scales and scutes grinding and crushing back and forth as her knot made sure that the spire barely fit between her hind legs.\n\nBut, well, she was holding together fine when she left the building, and she didn’t feel anything snap on her way back to where she could take off, so why think about it? Clearly, the eyes that looked at her didn’t notice anything odd about what was between her thighs, and while a mixture of feelings adorned the many faces admiring her – none of them had recognition on them or worry. No, this was perfect. Nobody knew or could know what was around her cock, and that was just delightful.\n\nA rumble worked through her chest, and vibrated through her shaft, surely shaking every bit of that little rodent’s senses, or at least what was left of them. She did wonder how it felt, being so small, so insignificant that when something so large was put inside oneself, they may as well not exist – she would need to ask once she managed to work the tiny thing off of herself, whenever that was. But it was just so…\n\nShe stifled a groan, her shaft flexing upward, slapping against her underside with a spray of fluids across the ground, grinding into the scutes of her belly before dropping and bouncing with the heft of her spire. Gods above. A deep snort left her snout – she’d need to control her thoughts, while public indecency of this sort was not a crime within these borders, if she ended up releasing herself publicly, well. With her size, it might cause something of a stir.\n\nSo, around the corner she went, further, past an open gate into a large expanse of gravel and dirt – a makeshift runway for those of the flighty persuasion. A little undignified, but given the rapid changes and adaptations being made to the town and the rapid expanse of the facilities to accommodate those of larger build and frame, it was understandable. \n\nOuri, for her part, was simply made to watch. To feel. To hear the soft sounds speaking about the dragon she was impaled on, to feel her strutting thighs mushing her body, her flesh like it was nothing – and she did indeed just feel like… nothing. And she enjoyed it.\n\nThe feeling of thighs that would mush a normal person to paste rubbing over her skull, scales yanking and pulling on thinly strained flesh, threatening to shred her apart, yet she never would. So tightly wrapped, that even with those tense muscles yanking, pulling rubbing, it only stroked her body back and forth, worked her tiny, insignificant skull, crushing and mushing her thoughts to the point she could barely think, barely feel, though every memory was there for her to shudder over now the dragon had stopped to seemingly think and look about. She was so small compared, left to the mercy of a creature that barely seemed to think about her, and definitely wasn’t worried at what such a large, strong body would do if she squeezed just a little bit too hard, too roughly…\n\nShe squirmed again.\n\n“G-Gh- Mmm! Dear! I was about to take off, be careful down there!” Came the indignant gasp, and a very, very noticeable squirm – how could she not? Those massive thighs crushing either side, squeezing with the force of a hydraulic press, shaft flexing and pulsing with arousal to the point it felt like solid, searing hot metal inside her, and with her wrapped as a thin layer between each. It was all she could notice.\n\nAdana took a deep breath and gave a huffy snort. Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to keep the little critter on her while she was still so tender, and plus, flying when she was so hard was going to be a… struggle. But, well, she’d gotten this far.\n\n\nPanting, Adana made a stumbling landing on the rooftop of the towering complex she called her abode. It wasn’t easy to adapt for her size – but purchase a sizeable plot of land, construct a nice tower, a wide expanse for landing atop, sufficient supports for her weight… And the kobolds were always far, far too happy to take up residence in the apartment complex below her ‘penthouse’.\n\nRegardless, rather than the penthouse, she found herself increasingly pent up. Heavy breaths fell out of her lips, and her legs would collapse beneath her weight, slamming her throbbing, drooling spire against the expanse that made up her landing pad, grinding and rubbing without regard for what was around her. At this point, she barely had space in her head to remember such – and with deep, growling snarls, she’d give another deep, bestial rut against the floor, crushing it between her body mass and the groaning metal expanse. Ouri felt her flesh pressed paper thin, her body, her being flattened above and below.\n\nSo much weight above and below, with unyielding floor and diamond-hard cockflesh that she found herself between. Scales pressed into her flesh, to the point she could feel each crevice between, each edge, the smooth texture grinding flat into the throbbing, flexing flesh inside. She would jerk, very subtly scream, twitch – but nothing would escape, and she could barely move an inch. Adana certainly didn’t seem to notice.\n\nThe dragon stumbled forward, pushing herself back to full stride and striding into the sizeable twin doors that protected her dwelling from the elements. Her shaft would bob and slap between her thighs, against her belly, making her give tender whimpers, stumbles, gasps – it was quite unbecoming of one of her stature, really. Through the room she would stomp, down the semi-circular ramp, lurching through a curtain into an open washroom, made specifically for her size and specification.\n\nIt also had ample drainage, of course.\n\nGasping, she’d drop her weight back on her shaft, her breaths heavy and rapid – she was already on a hair trigger, it wouldn’t take much. Just grind, thrust.\n\n“G-gods… I’m sorry, a-ah… I’ll- I’ll get you off, just- Oh- P-promise, I just, I just need- Fuck!” came the panting apologies – but she couldn’t even formulate the words necessary. No, she just needed to get herself off. However possible.\n\nFor one such as herself to work her own spire, though? She didn’t have a massive number of options. She didn’t want to crane beneath herself again – it felt somewhat… uncouth and unbecoming of one of her stature. Her big, clumsy talons weren’t going to do much either, though. There was really only one thing for it.\n\nOuri felt the dragon move – begin to thrust, to slowly rub and stroke her spire with her body’s sheer weight. Trapping her beneath, letting her feel the full multiple ton reptile pressing her against the creaking floor. She could feel her body being dragged, hooked on the scales of Adana’s underbelly, starting to stroke her straining flesh up and down, up and down… Each groan, each rumble passed through her entire body. Each gasp. Every twitch of that spire, every twitching throb that pulsed hot pre-seed past her lips, through her and out her other end.\n\nAnd she could feel just how close the dragon was atop her. How quickly those breaths came, the tender whimpers, the oversensitive flesh jerking and thickening with the reptile’s racing pulse. If she could think to be thankful that she was still together – well, she was barely functioning herself. Just a bundle of nerves and primal thoughts, still thinking, memorising the veins stroking through her whole body and the feeling of being used as a thin condom for Adana’s enjoyment.\n\nThankfully for Ouri – and likely for the owner of what impaled her, too - she wouldn’t have to wait for long. A couple minutes of heavy panting and body-wrecking thrusts, and that shaft would yet again surge within the living sleeve’s confines, swelling in girth along with Adana’s bountiful cumvein, delivering load after load of burning hot dragon spunk through her body and spraying across the chamber. Gush upon gush would paint the walls and floor, the drains drinking hungrily of her bounty as she relieved herself of her flight’s pent-up load. Regardless of whether the thing wrapped around her meat could take the repeated mashing and hammering of her knot, against the insides of her very skull.\n\nAnd with each pump through her member, she’d thrust and grind, groaning and letting her rumbling reverberate throughout the room. Thankfully, kobold tenants did not complain about her noises – she expected that they in fact rented the higher portions simply to hear the throes of her passion – and she could let loose as loud as she preferred. Shaft pressing grooves into the flexible floor, her weight impressing her lust upon her surroundings, tail thrashing happily behind herself. \n\nHer load was quite comparatively less than earlier, though, and as such, her orgasm would last perhaps half the time previous. The mouse still had to feel every drop surging through the cumvein inside her, every vein pulsing with lust through her straining body, but, well, she was barely holding together mentally in the first place after being wrapped around a dick many times her size for what felt like hours… Even if it was just half of one. The dragon would slump her weight atop her shaft – still almost painfully hard, and impossibly sensitive after spending herself twice, and give a long, rumbling groan as her reptilian eyes surveyed the mess she had made. The drainage was there, sure, but, well… She’d likely need to call the cleaners, regardless.\n\nWith an uncharacteristic, tender whimper – she’d stagger to her full height yet again and step backward, letting the automatic doors close and the cleaning process begin inside. The next step was somehow getting the tiny thing off her, before her hair-trigger libido got the better of her yet again. Her gaze would swivel down, crane beneath herself – this time, her spray had mercifully (saved/missed word combination? There’s a word right?) spared herself and her condom any extra coating, but the critter was still slicked and gummed up from her day’s activities as the club.\n\nHowever she chose to, it wasn’t going to be a gentle or graceful affair… But if she got the tiny thing stuck around her, she should probably endeavour to get her off again. \n\nAs such, she’d make her way back to the expansive room she used as a living room, over to the grand pile of currency and shiny baubles she’d collected over her lifetime - lounge upon it while rolling upon her side for easier access. Her head would crane back beneath her, her tail and talons would hover nearby… The problem was her knot, for sure. She’d managed to get it in herself, so surely, she’d be fine with some extra girth while getting it back out of her…? Her claws weren’t agile enough to reach back that far, though – it’d need to be either her maw or her tail, and with teeth like hers…\n\n“Gods, sometimes I wish it were less frowned upon to take a harem of kobolds, they would make it quite easy to remove a thing like you…” Adana would mumble, coiling the tip of her tail rather delicately to the base of her shaft, hissing tenderly as it would spread her straining vent and attempt, not so delicately, to wedge its way past the straining lips of the not very responsive mouse.\n\nOf course, in the process, that massive tail would grind against the outside of her skull, mushing whatever thoughts she had left further. The tip would slip past, grind over, again and again struggling to slip in. In her frustration, she’d lean further beneath herself, flex her tongue out and bury it in to assist – and finally, she’d have her purchase. Tongue slipping past a stretched jaw and down a straining throat, tail pressing alongside, the dragon would begin to peel the critter back, inch by inch, foot by foot, allowing her body to form back into place.\n\nShe… would form back, right? It would be a shame to go to all this effort just for a ruined, destroyed sleeve.\n\n\nOuri would come back to sentience and consciousness considerably more pained and bruised than she’d started the night as. In darkness – it’d take a moment to realise that she had her eyes closed shut, but the moment she opened them, it brought her searing headache to the forefront. She’d groan and whimper faintly – it felt like a sledgehammer had been taken to her skull inside and out, and her throat rubbed with sandpaper. The entirety of her insides too, in fact. She couldn’t get herself to move her limbs, either – but she remembered distinctly that she was bound up quite recently, that wasn’t too unusual.\n\nSo, it was adjusting to the light. Just a couple minutes to adjust, and-\n\n“Is that you coming to, my dear? You are quite small, so perhaps my ears are mistaken, but…” A voice filled her ears. Rough, a little raspy, feminine – but with a delicacy to how they spoke. And quite loud.\n\n“Mmmph- Loud, you’re-“ She’d force her response out, fighting the pain in her throat and struggling to manage just squinting. And she’d stop speaking the moment she caught sight of what laid prone in front of her.\n\nA massive, white-scaled dragon laid reclining upon its side before her – a titanic shaft, half softened and laying limp upon the creature’s hoard of gold, relics and shiny gems. The cockflesh gave off its own glow, a dim bioluminescence of amber reflecting off the polished floorboards she herself found herself sprawled over. Curious grey-blue eyes peered down at her, head cocked, a tongue of the same glow as her spire idly curling over its lips. And at that point, she remembered.\n\n“Was… that you inquiring as to my identity?” Adana would blink – seemingly missing the reason for the mouse’s stunned silence. And oblivious, she would continue, “Well, I can safely assume that you were not able to perceive too well while wrapped upon my – ah, ahem. I am Adana, daughter of Mel’ver and Ish’var, one of few true dragons that reside within these fair lands… There is no need to prostrate yourself, I have found myself quite impressed of your capabilities.”\n\nOuri would watch the dragon almost… preen, seemingly quite pleased with her apparent show of humility. Too stunned to really respond. The night’s results were quite a little bit more than she ever could have expected, and finding herself spirited away from the club wrapped unrecognisably around a shaft, paraded like a sleeve… And now splayed naked and vulnerable before someone so much larger than herself, knowing that depending on her temperament, she would be entirely at the whims of her mercy… She’d give a small shiver and a whimper.\n\nAdana, seeing this, would pause, her words catching in her throat and her head peering down, her expression of smug preening turning to one of worry and concern – with her tone matching.\n\n“Oh- Er- I’m- I’m sorry, are you still recovering? Do you need water, sustenance? If it is too early to talk then I am quite happy to allow you to rest for some time, I would not want to be seen as a poor host… Oh, spirits-“ Her fretting voice would soften, still with that raspy quality but losing much of that stuffy elegance for frantic concern. “I simply assumed that you were within that horse of your own free will, but have I stepped within something unbecoming? Do you need me to call someone, shall I burn down the club for you?”\n\n“Ah- What- No! Don’t- No, you don’t need to go that far, I’m-“ Upon the suggestion of the dragon bringing her wrath to bear upon her friend’s club she would scramble to respond. A little too fast, as she found her words cut off again by a raw, hacking cough, a mouthful of viscous fluid spilling from her lips… And she’d find herself struggling to move her arm to cup her throat. What was with that, anyway?\n\nHer gaze would turn downward and would quickly realise why – her body was utterly drenched in thick, sticky dragon seed that only now did the sharp, cinnamon-like musk register in her head, despite her having been smelling it this entire time. It was like tar – a faded, deep amber goo matting her whole body, dripping and oozing down off her form and on to the floor in a slick puddle. Her insides, too – it felt like the mess was clinging to every crevice inside and out, heavy on her tongue with that biting, salt and cinnamon-like flavour. She could peel her arm away with some difficulty, sure – but strands of that cum formed ropes between her body and her arm, drooping down slowly under it’s own weight before breaking and splattering into the pool with the rest. Her shock was clearly apparent to the dragon – and the rumbling snicker and almost… purr, of the reptile brought her gaze back up.\n\n“Oh! Sorry, don’t mind me… I simply forget how thick my fluids tend to be for those smaller than I. I don’t often stay to watch the kobolds work – but it brings me a little thrill and amusement… Regardless, my dear, you… don’t want me to burn down that establishment, correct? This was all consensual?” Adana’s voice, now calmed, settled back into that raspy, uppity cadence – and her head would raise, smiling down at her latest quarry. The mouse struggling to clear the seed from herself had its’ temptation and appeal, but a pang of guilt would stab at her heart – giving her pause. “Shall I wash you? I now realise how inconsiderate it may have been of me it was to leave you as you were, it simply… slipped my mind, with how tempting it was to see you basked in my fluids, and – well, until now, all those I covered with mine were oh so honoured to be gifted my essence.”\n\n“Uh… You- You talk a lot, Adana.” Another soft clear of her throat, and Ouri would push hoarse, struggling words out, rubbing her neck gently. “No- Uh… It’s- It’s fine, I- I don’t, um… I don’t mind it.”\n\n“Oh, good! And yes, as I should – I am your host, after all. Even with a party of one I have a responsibility to make those within my halls comfortable.”\n\n“Comfortable- uh. Where are we?”\n\n“My abode, of course. We are in the penthouse suite of the apartment complex that I own – you do not need to worry about anyone interrupting our chatter, I have cancelled my schedule for the day to… indulge.” After her last word, she gives a soft laugh, peering her head down and getting her broad, scaled snout on the same level as the little mouse. “Now, forgive me for being blunt – if you would rather, I am happy to take you home immediately. I am not one for kidnapping innocent young mice, despite what tales of my kin may have been passed down to one such as you… Ahem. But-“\n\n“… You want to go again, right?” Ouri would cough out as she pushed up to sit on her rear, legs splayed out either side of her in a half-kneeling pose, her little paws playing with the stickiness and viscosity of the liquid she found herself covered in.\n\n“Ah- Uh- Yes. That’s right. Well. I want to… experiment with you, let us say? I have not done much with those… this much smaller than me, you see, and-“\n\n“Sure. What do you wanna try this time?”\n\n“You, um- You don’t hesitate, do you? I don’t, um… I don’t think I caught your name?”\n\n“Uh… Ouri. I think having my skull wrapped around a knot several times my size and paraded through the city like a condom sorta… throws hesitation out the window. So, what’re we doing?”\n\nAdana, for once, would blink and pull her head back a touch, a flush of heat burning beneath the scales of her cheeks. The mouse followed her gaze, cocking her head to one side, no longer bothering to try to scrape the mess off her body. Dripping with it, oozing out the corners of her lips, belly squishing over her thighs with its’ liquid contents, tail glued to the floor and letting seed ooze freely from beneath it… That gave her an idea.\n\n“Well, I should clean you up, should I not?” Her head would descend again – but this time, directly over the mouse, hot breath tickling over her form as she would raise her body from her hoard at last, stepping down on to the floor while she nudged the mouse on to her back, enjoying the soft squeak it coaxed forth. Such a cute little thing. “I imagine you’re still so messy, inside and out… But don’t you worry, I’m very dextrous with my tongue, despite, well…”\n\nOuri would watch a broad, dripping tongue curl from her lips and over her scaled lips – hot drool splattering either side of her head over the already drenched floor. The heat radiating was enough to make it steam from the floor as that head craned lower, closer, kissing to the drenched mouse’s legs. And though the heat should have been scalding, painful… It just sent jolts through the changed mouse. Tongue curling around her calf, lifting one leg, then two into the dragon’s waiting mouth.\n\nAnd she stared, wide-eyed. There was a moment’s hesitation, worry – but if she was going to eat her… Well, she would just do it, it wasn’t like there was anything a little mouse like her could do to resist if that was her intent. Instead that agile, draconic tongue coiled, slathered, squeezing her legs together and snaking steadily up her legs. Slurping her into the waiting dragon’s lips, carefully over those razor sharp teeth and lifting her hips into her mouth.\n\nAnd that drool seemed to just melt through that viscous, caked on dragon-cum. Oozing out into the dragon’s humid, steamy maw, with slick, wet gulps and slurps taunting her ears. More still slopped out of the gaping rodent’s ass, oozing over Adana’s lips, forming rivers in the grooves between her scales and dripping off her chin.\n\n“That’s it, little mouse… Relax for me, and I’ll… just…”\n\nOuri gasped as the agile, slimy muscle suddenly dug between the groove of her sodden ass cheeks, hooking into the loose, oozing ring and teased. Then moaned. With how powerful her tongue was, she could feel it stretching her taxed hole with ease, digging into the velvety walls of her insides, worming up into her cum filled guts and into her bloated stomach. The dragon seed that seemed so reluctant to leave her before oozed along the trail of that tongue as it caressed the lining of her stomach, letting her see the flexing muscle push on the inside of her domed stomach. And the more of it that worked into her ass, the thicker it felt, soon making a seal around her.\n\n“Good… Relax for me, my sweet, I shall be as gentle as a dragon can…” Adana’s murmurs soothed her ears, wormed into her skull like a soft lullaby – almost hypnotising in the comforting rumble that worked through her tiny frame. Maybe it was, even – dragons were known for the subtle magicks they weaved into their everyday, so it wasn’t too far fetched that the subtle heat spreading through her limbs and radiating into her insides was the reptile’s gift to her. \n\nWith that thought, she watched as the tip of the dragon’s tail settled on her middle. Gentle, as she promised, digging in, slowly and steadily pushing on the cum-swelled dome. Ouri gagged – with more cum oozing up the back of her throat and sputtering over her lips, how could she not? But with a soothing coo, Adana replaced that with her tongue worming up to follow, plugging up the mouse’s oesophagus with her slimy muscle, coiling it into a knot inside her chest. Leaving it to travel the path of her guts, aided by the ‘soft’ suckling of dragon lips draining her of every drop she could wring out. Tail digging further and further, until Ouri whimpered with the feeling of tail flattening flesh between scale and tongue.\n\n“Apologies, dearest, it is quite difficult to restrain oneself like this… Now,” The words brushed over her body, warm and with the hint of fragrant cinnamon on her breath. Ouri couldn’t speak – drool was now spilling up her throat instead of cum, and even though she could feel that tongue shift inside her, given her upper half was still sticky, and given the dragon’s promise, she didn’t feel this was all she intended.\n\nFeeling those lips slurp up her hips, her stomach, her breasts, all the way up to her neck – she found quickly that she was very right. Her tongue so thoroughly impaling the critter, it was all too easy to use the flexible muscle to drag her into the humid confines of her lips, into the coiling of her tongue still wrapped around the rodent’s lower body. Carefully pulling her between her teeth, and hesitating for just a moment as her eyes caught the cum-sodden face. Wide-eyed, flushed, mouth open in a shallow pant, with precious little room to breathe. But she knew the critter didn’t need to already.\n\nOuri then found herself encased in glistening, glowing flesh.\n\nAn amber glow bathed the dragon’s mouth as her tongue crept up further, pushing steadily up her throat, stretching the behind of her jaw and soon, spilling free, impaling her. Drool glistened, dripped, oozed in thick strands between the two halves of her lips, pooling in the lower half of her maw while the flexing of her tongue pushed and rubbed the squirming rodent’s form into the spongy lower side of her mouth. Soaking her in ooze, tongue worming and writhing through her and dragging her steadily further into her maw, down towards the root of her tongue. Powerful swallows encased her entirely in flesh and saliva, dragging the pooling cum and drool down into the gaping, glistening throat that if not for her impalement she would be being pulled down.\n\nBut impaled as she was, feet of tongue spilling out of her lips, she was left to watch and shiver as the tongue coiled back over her body. Caressed her face, coiled around her neck, slathered through her hair, with steady, throaty rumbles spilling up out of the drake’s eager throat. Tasting her body so intimately inside and out entirely in her mouth was enough to stimulate Adana’s prey drive, after all – and she couldn’t help but let herself lean into it a little, teeth clacking, her tongue flexing and stretching the rodent’s body further. If she flexed it just enough she could feel the writhing Ouri’s frame bulge, tongue being squeezed down on by the flexible, rubbery ribcage with organs all smushed and pushed aside to fit. She could feel the reflexive chokes, the sputters of excess drool being pushed up alongside the swell of her tongue.\n\nBut toying with her like this for too long would be impolite, undignified. As enjoyable as it was to feel her hands squeezing on the tip of her tongue, her legs twitching either side of her tongue, pushed partially down into her swallowing throat for her to swallow and grind her spread apart hips around the root of her tongue and stretch her that little bit further… With a tender coo, she spread her lips, spilled her tongue back out of her lips and let the stretched form of her mouse be once again visible.\n\nOuri’s eyes reopened to a new room – glistening waters, a wide, deep pool that the dragon now reclined within, her body tenderly laid out across white tile. A tail pressed her body down to pin her, let the dragon pull her tongue foot by foot through her form, allowing her to know just how much writhed through her. Flexing, pushing against her insides, bulging out her sides and pushing on the insides of her hips, spreading her legs that bit further before popping free of her drool-drenched insides and slurping messily into her lips. \n\nAnd again, she was allowed to breathe.\n\n“T-that was a… unique, experience, Adana. Um, thank you for cleaning me, but what-“\n\n“Mention it not, sweet Ouri. I have made sure to relocate us to a room I am free to make a little more… mess, as you may notice,“ Adana’s voice and breath tickled over her drenched fur, resting on the tile alongside her, watching her pant and gingerly hook her fingertips into the pillowy flesh of her strained, gaping ring. Given how long she spent wrapped around dick, and now tongue, it wasn’t any surprise she was still very loose, but having her hips constantly spread apart made it oh so hard to walk, and recovering always took a few days, so if she and Adana enjoyed themselves again… Well, it was all too easy to fall into a cycle.\n\nAnd that cycle was sounding more tempting with each depraved bit of enjoyment they shared.\n\n“Have you given any more thought to your desires, my precious rodent?”\n\n“… Ah. Um. Yes,” Ouri’s heart fluttered, hesitance in the back of her throat. But Adana’s eyes were gentle, patient, curious – her voice soothed her heart, the tender smile melted her worry. “Um- I’m… already not gonna be able to walk for a couple days, looks like, so, uh… how would you feel about having a personal… toy, for the month?”\n\n“… A toy? You are a person, Ouri, I do not follow-“\n\n“A living plaything, then! I just… When I was trapped, not even noticed around you inside that breeding mount, the risk of being forgotten about, it- Well-“ Her breath caught in her throat, the shamelessness of her request biting at her tongue. But with a soft cough, she continued, “I just thought, um… Maybe you’d be willing to, well… Pretend you forgot about me?”\n\n“… I am curious,”\n\n“You could, um… Wrap me around you again, and keep me there, for a week, or the whole, um, month, and just…”\n\n“You would be trapped within my slit inhaling my scent for hours, or perhaps days, my dear, I am not sure-“\n\nOuri’s body quivered, jolts running up her spine as depraved images ran through her mind. Her muzzle trapped around the base, pushing into the spongy insides of her cockslit, glow suffusing around her while all she’d be able to hear being the dragon’s rumbling snores for hours, days… She sat up, leaned forward, her little nose twitching with signature eagerness.\n\n“Yes! That, exactly- I want, um, that. You could play with me, see how much you can gape me, then fall asleep with your hand still inside -“\n\n“My talons are incredibly large – are you sure you can –“\n\n“Or you could see how far you can pull me up your tail, I’m sure feeling your scales dragging and scraping through my insides further and further through me would be so, so-“\n\n“Ouri, I feel like you’re getting carried away –“\n\n“I don’t even mind if you need to, um- While I’m on you, I don’t mind watersports, so –“\n\n“Ouri!”\n\nWith that, Ouri’s eyes finally focused in on the world instead of her dreams. Adana’s body was fully out of the water, front talons either side of her prone body, and she could see her craning neck staring down at her, panting, face surely flushed underneath the scales. Previously greyish-blue eyes now ringed by a red glow, flecked amber, and her dick jerked between her thighs, splashing down into the water, precum spilling out and staining the clear liquid.\n\n“O-oh.”\n\n“If you are unable, I am sure I can… ensure your safety with a little modification, if you are willing to consent-“\n\n“I do! Oh, please-“\n\n“OURI,” An uncharacteristic, husky growl rumbled through Ouri’s ears, a hump of Adana’s hips spraying a thick rope of preseed against the far wall.\n\n“Y-yes?”\n\n“You are… sure? A… toy, cannot communicate, so if that is what you want to be, that is all you will be for the next month…”\n\n“… Please, Adana.”\n",
"writing_bbcode_parsed": "Adana's Adornment
A Story by Phrenics
original upload 24th of October, 2024
Ouri finds herself paraded in the streets in an anonymous fashion... Though the only reason it's `anonymous' is nobody could possibly know that the thin, cum-covered fluff being proudly shown jutting between a dragon's legs wrapped around their dick is something alive than a condom. Taken through the red-light district in a show of depraved exhibitionism, they find themselves in the dragon's home, being pulled off and allowed to recover for their `kidnapper' to look at and talk to... Though, she's quick to make sure that her new companion knows she's very eager and happy for this arrangement to continue as is.
Adana, for her half, is thrilled to have a tiny, stretchy friend to experiment with and explore some more deprived and raunchy exhibitionist tastes with, along with, of course, feeling and watching something so tiny and fragile reduced to a thin sleeve around their spire. A little too thrilled and eager, perhaps - but Ouri did say she could do `absolutely anything, no limits'. If she didn't mean it, why would she say it?
CONTENT WARNINGS
Exhibitionism/public eroticism, hyper, extreme size differences, living condom, sapient feral dragon, imminent-vore vibes, tonguefucking, all the way through, tongue-bathing, cum-drinking, consenting objectification.
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Adana groaned and preened in the cold autumn dawn – the red light district was always bustling no matter what time it was, and that day was no exception. Perfect. They couldn’t help but smirk as they continued down the wide, expansive street.
Eyes would fall upon the white-scaled dragon in abundance – in a normal situation, a huge feral dragon like them would get plenty of looks, but given the area, and what they were sporting… The eyes were of another intention entirely. Most of all, they were angled between her hindlegs as her gait swayed and tail wriggled. Mostly, at the still throbbing spire jutting between them.
Her thighs worked back and forth over the stiff, thick flesh – scales rubbing and stroking over her knot, over blood-engorged veins. Not directly, no – there was a thin, cum-coated wrapping around it that stopped that. Damp and matted fur, clay-like glowing seed dripping slowly off of it in thick clumps, while the tip drooled a river over the gravel path. She kept to her lane of course - those of a smaller persuasion on one side, admiring her mass. Admiring her swaying, bobbing shaft, how it visibly flexed and twitched in her shadow, how each pulse of her heartbeat worked rhythmically down the full length… Adana couldn’t help but preen that little bit further as she walked, easily forgetting that between her legs was a tiny, thinly wrapped mouse that was having it’s skull literally worked and flattened by dense, muscular, multiple ton thighs, scales and scutes grinding and crushing back and forth as her knot made sure that the spire barely fit between her hind legs.
But, well, she was holding together fine when she left the building, and she didn’t feel anything snap on her way back to where she could take off, so why think about it? Clearly, the eyes that looked at her didn’t notice anything odd about what was between her thighs, and while a mixture of feelings adorned the many faces admiring her – none of them had recognition on them or worry. No, this was perfect. Nobody knew or could know what was around her cock, and that was just delightful.
A rumble worked through her chest, and vibrated through her shaft, surely shaking every bit of that little rodent’s senses, or at least what was left of them. She did wonder how it felt, being so small, so insignificant that when something so large was put inside oneself, they may as well not exist – she would need to ask once she managed to work the tiny thing off of herself, whenever that was. But it was just so…
She stifled a groan, her shaft flexing upward, slapping against her underside with a spray of fluids across the ground, grinding into the scutes of her belly before dropping and bouncing with the heft of her spire. Gods above. A deep snort left her snout – she’d need to control her thoughts, while public indecency of this sort was not a crime within these borders, if she ended up releasing herself publicly, well. With her size, it might cause something of a stir.
So, around the corner she went, further, past an open gate into a large expanse of gravel and dirt – a makeshift runway for those of the flighty persuasion. A little undignified, but given the rapid changes and adaptations being made to the town and the rapid expanse of the facilities to accommodate those of larger build and frame, it was understandable.
Ouri, for her part, was simply made to watch. To feel. To hear the soft sounds speaking about the dragon she was impaled on, to feel her strutting thighs mushing her body, her flesh like it was nothing – and she did indeed just feel like… nothing. And she enjoyed it.
The feeling of thighs that would mush a normal person to paste rubbing over her skull, scales yanking and pulling on thinly strained flesh, threatening to shred her apart, yet she never would. So tightly wrapped, that even with those tense muscles yanking, pulling rubbing, it only stroked her body back and forth, worked her tiny, insignificant skull, crushing and mushing her thoughts to the point she could barely think, barely feel, though every memory was there for her to shudder over now the dragon had stopped to seemingly think and look about. She was so small compared, left to the mercy of a creature that barely seemed to think about her, and definitely wasn’t worried at what such a large, strong body would do if she squeezed just a little bit too hard, too roughly…
She squirmed again.
“G-Gh- Mmm! Dear! I was about to take off, be careful down there!” Came the indignant gasp, and a very, very noticeable squirm – how could she not? Those massive thighs crushing either side, squeezing with the force of a hydraulic press, shaft flexing and pulsing with arousal to the point it felt like solid, searing hot metal inside her, and with her wrapped as a thin layer between each. It was all she could notice.
Adana took a deep breath and gave a huffy snort. Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to keep the little critter on her while she was still so tender, and plus, flying when she was so hard was going to be a… struggle. But, well, she’d gotten this far.
Panting, Adana made a stumbling landing on the rooftop of the towering complex she called her abode. It wasn’t easy to adapt for her size – but purchase a sizeable plot of land, construct a nice tower, a wide expanse for landing atop, sufficient supports for her weight… And the kobolds were always far, far too happy to take up residence in the apartment complex below her ‘penthouse’.
Regardless, rather than the penthouse, she found herself increasingly pent up. Heavy breaths fell out of her lips, and her legs would collapse beneath her weight, slamming her throbbing, drooling spire against the expanse that made up her landing pad, grinding and rubbing without regard for what was around her. At this point, she barely had space in her head to remember such – and with deep, growling snarls, she’d give another deep, bestial rut against the floor, crushing it between her body mass and the groaning metal expanse. Ouri felt her flesh pressed paper thin, her body, her being flattened above and below.
So much weight above and below, with unyielding floor and diamond-hard cockflesh that she found herself between. Scales pressed into her flesh, to the point she could feel each crevice between, each edge, the smooth texture grinding flat into the throbbing, flexing flesh inside. She would jerk, very subtly scream, twitch – but nothing would escape, and she could barely move an inch. Adana certainly didn’t seem to notice.
The dragon stumbled forward, pushing herself back to full stride and striding into the sizeable twin doors that protected her dwelling from the elements. Her shaft would bob and slap between her thighs, against her belly, making her give tender whimpers, stumbles, gasps – it was quite unbecoming of one of her stature, really. Through the room she would stomp, down the semi-circular ramp, lurching through a curtain into an open washroom, made specifically for her size and specification.
It also had ample drainage, of course.
Gasping, she’d drop her weight back on her shaft, her breaths heavy and rapid – she was already on a hair trigger, it wouldn’t take much. Just grind, thrust.
“G-gods… I’m sorry, a-ah… I’ll- I’ll get you off, just- Oh- P-promise, I just, I just need- Fuck!” came the panting apologies – but she couldn’t even formulate the words necessary. No, she just needed to get herself off. However possible.
For one such as herself to work her own spire, though? She didn’t have a massive number of options. She didn’t want to crane beneath herself again – it felt somewhat… uncouth and unbecoming of one of her stature. Her big, clumsy talons weren’t going to do much either, though. There was really only one thing for it.
Ouri felt the dragon move – begin to thrust, to slowly rub and stroke her spire with her body’s sheer weight. Trapping her beneath, letting her feel the full multiple ton reptile pressing her against the creaking floor. She could feel her body being dragged, hooked on the scales of Adana’s underbelly, starting to stroke her straining flesh up and down, up and down… Each groan, each rumble passed through her entire body. Each gasp. Every twitch of that spire, every twitching throb that pulsed hot pre-seed past her lips, through her and out her other end.
And she could feel just how close the dragon was atop her. How quickly those breaths came, the tender whimpers, the oversensitive flesh jerking and thickening with the reptile’s racing pulse. If she could think to be thankful that she was still together – well, she was barely functioning herself. Just a bundle of nerves and primal thoughts, still thinking, memorising the veins stroking through her whole body and the feeling of being used as a thin condom for Adana’s enjoyment.
Thankfully for Ouri – and likely for the owner of what impaled her, too - she wouldn’t have to wait for long. A couple minutes of heavy panting and body-wrecking thrusts, and that shaft would yet again surge within the living sleeve’s confines, swelling in girth along with Adana’s bountiful cumvein, delivering load after load of burning hot dragon spunk through her body and spraying across the chamber. Gush upon gush would paint the walls and floor, the drains drinking hungrily of her bounty as she relieved herself of her flight’s pent-up load. Regardless of whether the thing wrapped around her meat could take the repeated mashing and hammering of her knot, against the insides of her very skull.
And with each pump through her member, she’d thrust and grind, groaning and letting her rumbling reverberate throughout the room. Thankfully, kobold tenants did not complain about her noises – she expected that they in fact rented the higher portions simply to hear the throes of her passion – and she could let loose as loud as she preferred. Shaft pressing grooves into the flexible floor, her weight impressing her lust upon her surroundings, tail thrashing happily behind herself.
Her load was quite comparatively less than earlier, though, and as such, her orgasm would last perhaps half the time previous. The mouse still had to feel every drop surging through the cumvein inside her, every vein pulsing with lust through her straining body, but, well, she was barely holding together mentally in the first place after being wrapped around a dick many times her size for what felt like hours… Even if it was just half of one. The dragon would slump her weight atop her shaft – still almost painfully hard, and impossibly sensitive after spending herself twice, and give a long, rumbling groan as her reptilian eyes surveyed the mess she had made. The drainage was there, sure, but, well… She’d likely need to call the cleaners, regardless.
With an uncharacteristic, tender whimper – she’d stagger to her full height yet again and step backward, letting the automatic doors close and the cleaning process begin inside. The next step was somehow getting the tiny thing off her, before her hair-trigger libido got the better of her yet again. Her gaze would swivel down, crane beneath herself – this time, her spray had mercifully (saved/missed word combination? There’s a word right?) spared herself and her condom any extra coating, but the critter was still slicked and gummed up from her day’s activities as the club.
However she chose to, it wasn’t going to be a gentle or graceful affair… But if she got the tiny thing stuck around her, she should probably endeavour to get her off again.
As such, she’d make her way back to the expansive room she used as a living room, over to the grand pile of currency and shiny baubles she’d collected over her lifetime - lounge upon it while rolling upon her side for easier access. Her head would crane back beneath her, her tail and talons would hover nearby… The problem was her knot, for sure. She’d managed to get it in herself, so surely, she’d be fine with some extra girth while getting it back out of her…? Her claws weren’t agile enough to reach back that far, though – it’d need to be either her maw or her tail, and with teeth like hers…
“Gods, sometimes I wish it were less frowned upon to take a harem of kobolds, they would make it quite easy to remove a thing like you…” Adana would mumble, coiling the tip of her tail rather delicately to the base of her shaft, hissing tenderly as it would spread her straining vent and attempt, not so delicately, to wedge its way past the straining lips of the not very responsive mouse.
Of course, in the process, that massive tail would grind against the outside of her skull, mushing whatever thoughts she had left further. The tip would slip past, grind over, again and again struggling to slip in. In her frustration, she’d lean further beneath herself, flex her tongue out and bury it in to assist – and finally, she’d have her purchase. Tongue slipping past a stretched jaw and down a straining throat, tail pressing alongside, the dragon would begin to peel the critter back, inch by inch, foot by foot, allowing her body to form back into place.
She… would form back, right? It would be a shame to go to all this effort just for a ruined, destroyed sleeve.
Ouri would come back to sentience and consciousness considerably more pained and bruised than she’d started the night as. In darkness – it’d take a moment to realise that she had her eyes closed shut, but the moment she opened them, it brought her searing headache to the forefront. She’d groan and whimper faintly – it felt like a sledgehammer had been taken to her skull inside and out, and her throat rubbed with sandpaper. The entirety of her insides too, in fact. She couldn’t get herself to move her limbs, either – but she remembered distinctly that she was bound up quite recently, that wasn’t too unusual.
So, it was adjusting to the light. Just a couple minutes to adjust, and-
“Is that you coming to, my dear? You are quite small, so perhaps my ears are mistaken, but…” A voice filled her ears. Rough, a little raspy, feminine – but with a delicacy to how they spoke. And quite loud.
“Mmmph- Loud, you’re-“ She’d force her response out, fighting the pain in her throat and struggling to manage just squinting. And she’d stop speaking the moment she caught sight of what laid prone in front of her.
A massive, white-scaled dragon laid reclining upon its side before her – a titanic shaft, half softened and laying limp upon the creature’s hoard of gold, relics and shiny gems. The cockflesh gave off its own glow, a dim bioluminescence of amber reflecting off the polished floorboards she herself found herself sprawled over. Curious grey-blue eyes peered down at her, head cocked, a tongue of the same glow as her spire idly curling over its lips. And at that point, she remembered.
“Was… that you inquiring as to my identity?” Adana would blink – seemingly missing the reason for the mouse’s stunned silence. And oblivious, she would continue, “Well, I can safely assume that you were not able to perceive too well while wrapped upon my – ah, ahem. I am Adana, daughter of Mel’ver and Ish’var, one of few true dragons that reside within these fair lands… There is no need to prostrate yourself, I have found myself quite impressed of your capabilities.”
Ouri would watch the dragon almost… preen, seemingly quite pleased with her apparent show of humility. Too stunned to really respond. The night’s results were quite a little bit more than she ever could have expected, and finding herself spirited away from the club wrapped unrecognisably around a shaft, paraded like a sleeve… And now splayed naked and vulnerable before someone so much larger than herself, knowing that depending on her temperament, she would be entirely at the whims of her mercy… She’d give a small shiver and a whimper.
Adana, seeing this, would pause, her words catching in her throat and her head peering down, her expression of smug preening turning to one of worry and concern – with her tone matching.
“Oh- Er- I’m- I’m sorry, are you still recovering? Do you need water, sustenance? If it is too early to talk then I am quite happy to allow you to rest for some time, I would not want to be seen as a poor host… Oh, spirits-“ Her fretting voice would soften, still with that raspy quality but losing much of that stuffy elegance for frantic concern. “I simply assumed that you were within that horse of your own free will, but have I stepped within something unbecoming? Do you need me to call someone, shall I burn down the club for you?”
“Ah- What- No! Don’t- No, you don’t need to go that far, I’m-“ Upon the suggestion of the dragon bringing her wrath to bear upon her friend’s club she would scramble to respond. A little too fast, as she found her words cut off again by a raw, hacking cough, a mouthful of viscous fluid spilling from her lips… And she’d find herself struggling to move her arm to cup her throat. What was with that, anyway?
Her gaze would turn downward and would quickly realise why – her body was utterly drenched in thick, sticky dragon seed that only now did the sharp, cinnamon-like musk register in her head, despite her having been smelling it this entire time. It was like tar – a faded, deep amber goo matting her whole body, dripping and oozing down off her form and on to the floor in a slick puddle. Her insides, too – it felt like the mess was clinging to every crevice inside and out, heavy on her tongue with that biting, salt and cinnamon-like flavour. She could peel her arm away with some difficulty, sure – but strands of that cum formed ropes between her body and her arm, drooping down slowly under it’s own weight before breaking and splattering into the pool with the rest. Her shock was clearly apparent to the dragon – and the rumbling snicker and almost… purr, of the reptile brought her gaze back up.
“Oh! Sorry, don’t mind me… I simply forget how thick my fluids tend to be for those smaller than I. I don’t often stay to watch the kobolds work – but it brings me a little thrill and amusement… Regardless, my dear, you… don’t want me to burn down that establishment, correct? This was all consensual?” Adana’s voice, now calmed, settled back into that raspy, uppity cadence – and her head would raise, smiling down at her latest quarry. The mouse struggling to clear the seed from herself had its’ temptation and appeal, but a pang of guilt would stab at her heart – giving her pause. “Shall I wash you? I now realise how inconsiderate it may have been of me it was to leave you as you were, it simply… slipped my mind, with how tempting it was to see you basked in my fluids, and – well, until now, all those I covered with mine were oh so honoured to be gifted my essence.”
“Uh… You- You talk a lot, Adana.” Another soft clear of her throat, and Ouri would push hoarse, struggling words out, rubbing her neck gently. “No- Uh… It’s- It’s fine, I- I don’t, um… I don’t mind it.”
“Oh, good! And yes, as I should – I am your host, after all. Even with a party of one I have a responsibility to make those within my halls comfortable.”
“Comfortable- uh. Where are we?”
“My abode, of course. We are in the penthouse suite of the apartment complex that I own – you do not need to worry about anyone interrupting our chatter, I have cancelled my schedule for the day to… indulge.” After her last word, she gives a soft laugh, peering her head down and getting her broad, scaled snout on the same level as the little mouse. “Now, forgive me for being blunt – if you would rather, I am happy to take you home immediately. I am not one for kidnapping innocent young mice, despite what tales of my kin may have been passed down to one such as you… Ahem. But-“
“… You want to go again, right?” Ouri would cough out as she pushed up to sit on her rear, legs splayed out either side of her in a half-kneeling pose, her little paws playing with the stickiness and viscosity of the liquid she found herself covered in.
“Ah- Uh- Yes. That’s right. Well. I want to… experiment with you, let us say? I have not done much with those… this much smaller than me, you see, and-“
“Sure. What do you wanna try this time?”
“You, um- You don’t hesitate, do you? I don’t, um… I don’t think I caught your name?”
“Uh… Ouri. I think having my skull wrapped around a knot several times my size and paraded through the city like a condom sorta… throws hesitation out the window. So, what’re we doing?”
Adana, for once, would blink and pull her head back a touch, a flush of heat burning beneath the scales of her cheeks. The mouse followed her gaze, cocking her head to one side, no longer bothering to try to scrape the mess off her body. Dripping with it, oozing out the corners of her lips, belly squishing over her thighs with its’ liquid contents, tail glued to the floor and letting seed ooze freely from beneath it… That gave her an idea.
“Well, I should clean you up, should I not?” Her head would descend again – but this time, directly over the mouse, hot breath tickling over her form as she would raise her body from her hoard at last, stepping down on to the floor while she nudged the mouse on to her back, enjoying the soft squeak it coaxed forth. Such a cute little thing. “I imagine you’re still so messy, inside and out… But don’t you worry, I’m very dextrous with my tongue, despite, well…”
Ouri would watch a broad, dripping tongue curl from her lips and over her scaled lips – hot drool splattering either side of her head over the already drenched floor. The heat radiating was enough to make it steam from the floor as that head craned lower, closer, kissing to the drenched mouse’s legs. And though the heat should have been scalding, painful… It just sent jolts through the changed mouse. Tongue curling around her calf, lifting one leg, then two into the dragon’s waiting mouth.
And she stared, wide-eyed. There was a moment’s hesitation, worry – but if she was going to eat her… Well, she would just do it, it wasn’t like there was anything a little mouse like her could do to resist if that was her intent. Instead that agile, draconic tongue coiled, slathered, squeezing her legs together and snaking steadily up her legs. Slurping her into the waiting dragon’s lips, carefully over those razor sharp teeth and lifting her hips into her mouth.
And that drool seemed to just melt through that viscous, caked on dragon-cum. Oozing out into the dragon’s humid, steamy maw, with slick, wet gulps and slurps taunting her ears. More still slopped out of the gaping rodent’s ass, oozing over Adana’s lips, forming rivers in the grooves between her scales and dripping off her chin.
“That’s it, little mouse… Relax for me, and I’ll… just…”
Ouri gasped as the agile, slimy muscle suddenly dug between the groove of her sodden ass cheeks, hooking into the loose, oozing ring and teased. Then moaned. With how powerful her tongue was, she could feel it stretching her taxed hole with ease, digging into the velvety walls of her insides, worming up into her cum filled guts and into her bloated stomach. The dragon seed that seemed so reluctant to leave her before oozed along the trail of that tongue as it caressed the lining of her stomach, letting her see the flexing muscle push on the inside of her domed stomach. And the more of it that worked into her ass, the thicker it felt, soon making a seal around her.
“Good… Relax for me, my sweet, I shall be as gentle as a dragon can…” Adana’s murmurs soothed her ears, wormed into her skull like a soft lullaby – almost hypnotising in the comforting rumble that worked through her tiny frame. Maybe it was, even – dragons were known for the subtle magicks they weaved into their everyday, so it wasn’t too far fetched that the subtle heat spreading through her limbs and radiating into her insides was the reptile’s gift to her.
With that thought, she watched as the tip of the dragon’s tail settled on her middle. Gentle, as she promised, digging in, slowly and steadily pushing on the cum-swelled dome. Ouri gagged – with more cum oozing up the back of her throat and sputtering over her lips, how could she not? But with a soothing coo, Adana replaced that with her tongue worming up to follow, plugging up the mouse’s oesophagus with her slimy muscle, coiling it into a knot inside her chest. Leaving it to travel the path of her guts, aided by the ‘soft’ suckling of dragon lips draining her of every drop she could wring out. Tail digging further and further, until Ouri whimpered with the feeling of tail flattening flesh between scale and tongue.
“Apologies, dearest, it is quite difficult to restrain oneself like this… Now,” The words brushed over her body, warm and with the hint of fragrant cinnamon on her breath. Ouri couldn’t speak – drool was now spilling up her throat instead of cum, and even though she could feel that tongue shift inside her, given her upper half was still sticky, and given the dragon’s promise, she didn’t feel this was all she intended.
Feeling those lips slurp up her hips, her stomach, her breasts, all the way up to her neck – she found quickly that she was very right. Her tongue so thoroughly impaling the critter, it was all too easy to use the flexible muscle to drag her into the humid confines of her lips, into the coiling of her tongue still wrapped around the rodent’s lower body. Carefully pulling her between her teeth, and hesitating for just a moment as her eyes caught the cum-sodden face. Wide-eyed, flushed, mouth open in a shallow pant, with precious little room to breathe. But she knew the critter didn’t need to already.
Ouri then found herself encased in glistening, glowing flesh.
An amber glow bathed the dragon’s mouth as her tongue crept up further, pushing steadily up her throat, stretching the behind of her jaw and soon, spilling free, impaling her. Drool glistened, dripped, oozed in thick strands between the two halves of her lips, pooling in the lower half of her maw while the flexing of her tongue pushed and rubbed the squirming rodent’s form into the spongy lower side of her mouth. Soaking her in ooze, tongue worming and writhing through her and dragging her steadily further into her maw, down towards the root of her tongue. Powerful swallows encased her entirely in flesh and saliva, dragging the pooling cum and drool down into the gaping, glistening throat that if not for her impalement she would be being pulled down.
But impaled as she was, feet of tongue spilling out of her lips, she was left to watch and shiver as the tongue coiled back over her body. Caressed her face, coiled around her neck, slathered through her hair, with steady, throaty rumbles spilling up out of the drake’s eager throat. Tasting her body so intimately inside and out entirely in her mouth was enough to stimulate Adana’s prey drive, after all – and she couldn’t help but let herself lean into it a little, teeth clacking, her tongue flexing and stretching the rodent’s body further. If she flexed it just enough she could feel the writhing Ouri’s frame bulge, tongue being squeezed down on by the flexible, rubbery ribcage with organs all smushed and pushed aside to fit. She could feel the reflexive chokes, the sputters of excess drool being pushed up alongside the swell of her tongue.
But toying with her like this for too long would be impolite, undignified. As enjoyable as it was to feel her hands squeezing on the tip of her tongue, her legs twitching either side of her tongue, pushed partially down into her swallowing throat for her to swallow and grind her spread apart hips around the root of her tongue and stretch her that little bit further… With a tender coo, she spread her lips, spilled her tongue back out of her lips and let the stretched form of her mouse be once again visible.
Ouri’s eyes reopened to a new room – glistening waters, a wide, deep pool that the dragon now reclined within, her body tenderly laid out across white tile. A tail pressed her body down to pin her, let the dragon pull her tongue foot by foot through her form, allowing her to know just how much writhed through her. Flexing, pushing against her insides, bulging out her sides and pushing on the insides of her hips, spreading her legs that bit further before popping free of her drool-drenched insides and slurping messily into her lips.
And again, she was allowed to breathe.
“T-that was a… unique, experience, Adana. Um, thank you for cleaning me, but what-“
“Mention it not, sweet Ouri. I have made sure to relocate us to a room I am free to make a little more… mess, as you may notice,“ Adana’s voice and breath tickled over her drenched fur, resting on the tile alongside her, watching her pant and gingerly hook her fingertips into the pillowy flesh of her strained, gaping ring. Given how long she spent wrapped around dick, and now tongue, it wasn’t any surprise she was still very loose, but having her hips constantly spread apart made it oh so hard to walk, and recovering always took a few days, so if she and Adana enjoyed themselves again… Well, it was all too easy to fall into a cycle.
And that cycle was sounding more tempting with each depraved bit of enjoyment they shared.
“Have you given any more thought to your desires, my precious rodent?”
“… Ah. Um. Yes,” Ouri’s heart fluttered, hesitance in the back of her throat. But Adana’s eyes were gentle, patient, curious – her voice soothed her heart, the tender smile melted her worry. “Um- I’m… already not gonna be able to walk for a couple days, looks like, so, uh… how would you feel about having a personal… toy, for the month?”
“… A toy? You are a person, Ouri, I do not follow-“
“A living plaything, then! I just… When I was trapped, not even noticed around you inside that breeding mount, the risk of being forgotten about, it- Well-“ Her breath caught in her throat, the shamelessness of her request biting at her tongue. But with a soft cough, she continued, “I just thought, um… Maybe you’d be willing to, well… Pretend you forgot about me?”
“… I am curious,”
“You could, um… Wrap me around you again, and keep me there, for a week, or the whole, um, month, and just…”
“You would be trapped within my slit inhaling my scent for hours, or perhaps days, my dear, I am not sure-“
Ouri’s body quivered, jolts running up her spine as depraved images ran through her mind. Her muzzle trapped around the base, pushing into the spongy insides of her cockslit, glow suffusing around her while all she’d be able to hear being the dragon’s rumbling snores for hours, days… She sat up, leaned forward, her little nose twitching with signature eagerness.
“Yes! That, exactly- I want, um, that. You could play with me, see how much you can gape me, then fall asleep with your hand still inside -“
“My talons are incredibly large – are you sure you can –“
“Or you could see how far you can pull me up your tail, I’m sure feeling your scales dragging and scraping through my insides further and further through me would be so, so-“
“Ouri, I feel like you’re getting carried away –“
“I don’t even mind if you need to, um- While I’m on you, I don’t mind watersports, so –“
“Ouri!”
With that, Ouri’s eyes finally focused in on the world instead of her dreams. Adana’s body was fully out of the water, front talons either side of her prone body, and she could see her craning neck staring down at her, panting, face surely flushed underneath the scales. Previously greyish-blue eyes now ringed by a red glow, flecked amber, and her dick jerked between her thighs, splashing down into the water, precum spilling out and staining the clear liquid.
“O-oh.”
“If you are unable, I am sure I can… ensure your safety with a little modification, if you are willing to consent-“
“I do! Oh, please-“
“OURI,” An uncharacteristic, husky growl rumbled through Ouri’s ears, a hump of Adana’s hips spraying a thick rope of preseed against the far wall.
“Y-yes?”
“You are… sure? A… toy, cannot communicate, so if that is what you want to be, that is all you will be for the next month…”
“… Please, Adana.”
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