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Midsummer evenings always had me acting up.

From early afternoon, the cool breeze swept through my window and across the green scales of my chest. My button-up shirt was buttoned down at all times during the summer, save for dreary conference calls where I had to look professional.

As the breeze blew between my scales I sighed and dropped a hand to my waist, where I undid the button of my fly to ease the pressure off my stiffening cock.

These midsummer days, where in my youth I was unrestrained.

When I was a burly dragon in my prime, when my only goal was to sate my ravenous sexual appetite.

I stretched my wings as I arched my back, my spine popped as my muscles groaned.

I was older now, 54 and tied down in a job.

My cock throbbed in my pants.

Times had changed but the midsummer air always made me horn up again.

It brought my mind back to the raunchy adventures I went on, always trying to best myself. Always trying to push my limits and learn more of what I liked.

Those were my golden days.

I sighed and drew my focus back to the reports I needed to submit by 5pm.

But my cock wouldn't leave me be.

It throbbed away in my boxers as it swelled to full mast. Frustrated, I yanked my pants down to let it air out.

Eleven inches of thick dragon cock flopped against my thighs.

I put a hand on it as I hurried to get my work done, which made concentrating even harder.

But it was enough.

I emailed off the reports and shut off my work laptop without joining the end of day call.

Relief cascaded through me as I threw off my shirt, stood and stretched my wings as my pants fell to the floor.

Finally.

I snatched up my phone and eagerly toyed with my dick as I opened up a hook-up app.

My heavy balls swayed between my legs as I headed for my couch and sprawled across it with a crash.

I was a muscular, nine-foot tall dragon and I needed my cock in a tight hole.

I had a dozen guys I could booty call, but I wanted something new. Something more like those midsummer evenings of my youth.

Browsing hook-up apps always spurred on my arousal.

I was a gifted dominant top into everything under the sun.

I had bottoms in my DMs spreading their ass for me every hour of the day.

But I enjoyed the hunt.

I liked messaging first.

Liked telling someone I wanted to breed them.

I was blunt when I was horny.

So I cast my net and sent out a few messages as I trawled through profiles, until one caught my eye.

A husky.

19 years old.

Virgin.

Claimed to be curious about everything.

Adventurous.

Someone who liked to be thrown in the deep end.

He looked athletic and had a cute face but his pictures showed very little of his body.

It piqued my interest.

He wanted it rough.

I could make it brutal.

I knew he was the one.

My prey.

The hunt was on.

I snapped a fresh pic of my hefty cock and sent it to him.

i'll buy u a ride here if i can breed u. Now.

I knew I wasn't the charming type. I was a scaled beast, not a smooth operator and I only wanted feisty sluts who craved that.

It took a moment, but he shot back.

Wow. Nice.

I waited for more, but he had nothing to add.

_u busy boy?

No,_

he replied. Just... idk. It's a lot to think about.

I scoffed.

_na its not. send pics.

Never taken nudes before._

How amusing.

_pull ur pants down, take photo of ur ass and send it bitch

Idk. You're old enough to be my dad, I don't know if that's what I want._

I snorted.

ur on here 2 be a freak so be a freak. U wanna go in the deep end? i will hold u under the water while i fuck ur virgin ass

He said nothing in response.

I clicked my tongue, frustrated. I figured he'd given up.

Disappointed, I went to trawl through more profiles.

But my phone buzzed with a new message from him.

He sent a picture.

Him standing in front of a mirror, his phone held over his shoulder and pointed down at his tight ass. The soft white fur of his cheeks drove me wild.

fuck i wanna destroy that. spread ur cheeks boy

He sent another photo of him bent over, one hand on his ass as he showed off his tight hole. His tail hung off to the side, but it was tense.

He was excited.

Maybe he liked being ordered around.

I started stroking my cock as I stared at the image.

filthy slut

I sent back a picture of my face, eyes closed but maw open with my pointed tongue stretched.

_gunna eat ur ass. whats ur address, gunna call a ride

Wait._

I scrunched up my face.

What are we going to do?

A grin split my lips. He wanted it then. I was going to fuck him.

_anything. i got gear, can tie u up or whatever u want

Ok. Good. I want to be dominated. Degrade me. Make me worship your cock. Use me. Do anything you want._

I started beating my dick excitedly.

Fuck yes.

as soon as ur in my apartment ur my property slut so come here and serve me. u get a safe word, its "stop" but im kicking u out if u say it twice, not worth my time to wait on a bitch

I hated weird safe words. If someone's instinct made them say stop, it should stop. I also hated teaching people too much, if he needed someone to go slower then I wasn't the right romp for him.

Sounds good.

He sent his address.

I pumped my cock a few times to edge out the eagerness. A drop of pre formed on my tip.

_dont wear underwear. a slut like u should show off their tent to the world

Ok :)_

I called his ride and beat my cock to the photos he sent.

Arousal tightened muscles in my chest. It pulled at the back of my tongue.

I was keen.

But it was more than just the sex, I was thrilled at the prospect of being his first experience.

Passing the torch, so to speak. To give him my experience.

He was the same age I was when I fucked away these midsummer eves.

I jerked myself into a frenzy fantasizing about him.

My whore to play with.

Fuck.

Eleven inches was a lot to take.

I hadn't bottomed out on a virgin in a long time.

But tonight I would.

A knock sounded at my door.

I bounded over, so full of energy.

Hand still on my thick cock.

I answered the door, completely naked.

He was here.

He looked thoroughly embarrassed, standing there with his prick tenting his pants.

I made a deep rumble the moment I set eyes on him.

He was small, close to five foot. His ears only came up to my belly. My cock stared him right in the face.

He had a single silver earring in his left ear. His fur a blend of white, grey and black with a fluffy tail quivering out behind him.

He sucked in a breath, eyes wide as he took in my naked body.

His gaze froze on my erection, his jaw hung lax.

"Really big," he muttered under his breath, a hint of worry about him.

"It's going in your ass." I stared him in the face.

He nodded weakly.

He was shaking, but out of nerves, excitement or both I couldn't tell.

I towered over him, wings flared and muscles tensed. My cock throbbed.

"Last chance," I said. "From the moment you step foot in here, the only right you have is to say the word stop, and I will stop. Do I have your consent?" I stared him in the eye.

He gulped, transfixed by my massive cock.

"I do." He stepped forward.

I slammed the door behind him.

He whipped his head around, surprise on his face as I yanked his pants down and forced him against the wall.

"You won't need these, slut."

I sheared through his pants with my claws and exposed his tight ass.

He tensed up.

My heart was pounding.

I pushed more weight against him and slid my thick cock between his ass cheeks.

I rumbled as I rubbed my pointed tip over his hole.

He whimpered under me.

"The only thing of worth you have." I exhaled down his neck. "Is your virginity."

I stabbed my dick at his hole.

He tensed again and gasped. He was too tight, too dry to take me. The force would've hurt.

"And soon you won't even have that."

My deep baritone voice made him tremble.

I picked him up effortlessly.

"What have you put in your ass before?" I asked.

"N-nothing." His voice was shaky.

Mmm. My cock twitched as I cradled him against my side.

My thick fingers brushed over the soft fur of his cheeks.

He gasped outloud when I pressed a thumb against his hole.

"Sensitive virgin." I snorted. "You'll feel every ridge of my cock and I hope it hurts." I jabbed a claw against his ass.

His tail wagged against the back of my hand, his body quivered.

I stuffed a finger in his mouth as I carried him into my bedroom.

He welcomed it.

I rumbled, pleased as he lashed his tongue against me.

With force, I threw him on my bed. He gasped in a breath as I lunged to his side and placed a hand on his upper back, forcing his face into the sheets.

He held his ass up, his fluffy tail curled over his back.

"Gunna fuck you with my finger 'til you howl." I snorted and slipped my arm over his back and hooked it around his torso.

My wet finger pressed against his hole.

He shifted under me, a silent whimper shaped his lips.

I pushed in.

He gasped and moaned.

"Tight virgin ass." I muttered and forced my finger in further. My cock throbbed.

Fuck I wanted it bury it in him.

Wanted to rut that tight ass.

But I couldn't yet.

His arms shot out in front of him as he clawed at the sheet. He whined loud as he adjusted. As he exhaled his voice shuddered in pleasure.

"Of course you like that." I spat at his face and jerked my finger in and out of him. "Gunna loosen your whore ass up." I rumbled as he moaned.

Pre was oozing from my cock just feeling his body react to my touch.

He was loosening up around me. I shoved my finger in right down to the knuckle.

His head arched back, his lips curled into a quiet howl, his eyes clenched shut in pleasure.

"Worthless bitch." I spat on him again and worked my hand faster. "Still like it?" I heated my voice.

He moaned an agreement.

"Stupid, stupid whore." I thrust my finger in and out of his ass harder.

His voice raised, his moaned more eager. More excited.

But his cries only fed a sense of urgency within me.

Push him.

Push his limits.

It's what the whore wanted.

It's what I wanted.

So I went harder.

I ravaged him with a finger.

I jerked it in and out of his ass with fiery vigor.

He yelped and twisted as he tried to shove out from my grasp.

"Whine for me slut." I sneered.

He whimpered.

"Tell me how much you like having your ass used." I raised my voice.

He moaned loud.

"Tell me!"

Between grunts he spoke. "I like it," his voice was weak.

"Tell me you love it." I shoved my finger to the knuckle. "Tell me you want it more."

"I love it," he mumbled. "Harder." His voice strained with pleasure.

I snarled and pistoned my finger in and out of him harder.

A thick drop of precum fell from his dick.

"Such a desperate slut." I yanked my finger out and coated it in his pre before cramming it back in. "First time having anything in your ass." I curled my finger slightly. He gasped. "And you just want more."

I jabbed my cock against his cheek with a wet slap.

"Howl for me boy." I snarled.

He moaned as he lifted his head and howled to the roof.

The sound was broken by gaps from the grunts of pleasure.

"Obedient whore." I sounded disgusted and started moving faster.

My finger prodded at him with enough force to jerk his entire body forward.

His moans rose to staccato howls of desperation.

He bucked his hips wildly, crying out as I forced my finger further into his hole.

His cock quivered, ropes of pre hung from his cock and coated his chest.

He sobbed, his entire body shook.

I frowned down at him and twisted my finger.

He heaved a deep breath.

His cock twitched.

He howled a final moan.

A thick ribbon of cum burst from his tip and shot over his head as he emptied a load over my bed.

I smacked him across the face.

He grunted.

With a glare, I ripped my finger from his ass and shoved his face in his own cum.

Fucking virgins.

"Clean it up slut." Anger blazed from my words. "Now!" I roared.

I'd never seen anyone cum from getting fingered alone.

He panted heavy but jumped, his tongue hung loose from his mouth as he made a weak effort to lap it up.

I hissed as I stood and stomped to my wardrobe.

I had something for a bitch like him.

"Dumb virgin." I huffed and grabbed a metal chastity cage. "No cumming without permission." I raised my voice as I whirled around to face him.

He lifted his head, his own spunk was smeared around his muzzle.

"This has no key." I held up the cage.

That was a lie, but he wouldn't know.

He blinked as he opened his mouth to speak but made no noise.

I lunged towards him and tackled him onto his back, wings spread over him.

My hefty tail lay across his neck.

He wheezed as I stuffed his softening cock in the cage.

I had to eyeball the size, any discomfort would be his fault for cumming without permission.

He struggled to heave in enough air under my weight.

His hands pat meekly at my tail, trying to push it from his throat.

I leant heavier on him.

His eyes opened wide and he started wriggling with his entire body.

I laughed as I moved.

He gasped a deep inhale, his chest swelling with air as he rubbed a paw against his throat.

I didn't give him time to recover.

I wrapped a fist around his tail and yanked it. He slid on my sheets towards me, yelping.

My claws dredged through the fur of his ass as I grabbed his cheeks and spread him wide.

His pink hole stared me down, stretched a little from my finger.

I rumbled as I poked my long tongue out towards it.

He moaned at first contact.

His body quivered as my tongue pressed into him.

I lavished the warmth of his virgin hole.

He whined, body arching at the new sensation.

I was careful at first, almost lovingly patient as I inched my tongue through him.

A reprieve while he still caught his breath.

But there was cruelty in my kindness.

This was easier to keep up.

Easier to keep going.

I worked my tongue within him.

He grunted and shifted.

His moans grew stronger as he recovered from the fingering.

I wasn't going to stop.

This was new to him.

I wanted him to feel the pleasure so bad it burned.

I wanted him to cry out, to beg me.

And I then I still wouldn't stop.

I forced my tongue in deeper, feeling him out.

He gasped and bent his body, trying to ease the intensity of the sensation.

I pushed on until my snout rest against his taint.

He moaned, his voice cracked.

I wriggled my tongue, gently looking.

He shuddered and groaned.

I lapped at him, seeking his prostate.

I'd know when I hit it.

I flicked my tongue.

He shouted.

His hips rose off the bed.

Precum dripped from his cage.

His voice crumbled into a delicate moan.

His heart pounded.

I lashed the spot.

He whined outloud.

His hips started thrusting of their own accord.

A smile crossed my face as I teased him with my tongue.

His cries grew stronger, more intense as the pleasure ravaged his body.

So unused to it, he wailed under my touch.

I prodded at his prostate.

He stretched his jaw and howled.

His cheeks clenched hard around my tongue, trying to stop me.

But that only made it easier to focus my movement.

His howl petered out into desperate sobs, his hands reached for my head to push me away but I wouldn't relent.

I'd force him to ride this out.

Force him to endure it.

To feel the pleasure as it raged within him.

And if he came again, I'd punish him for it.

"Don't..." His voice came weak. "Don't, don't." He sounded confused, like he couldn't reconcile these sensations with something his body could produce.

He kicked at my shoulders but I didn't budge.

I lashed my tongue against his prostate.

He convulsed and clenched the sheets between fists.

His hips humped wildly to some instinctual drive as I licked his prostate.

He moaned, precum coated his cage and matted the fur of his chest.

Between grunts he lifted a hand to the silver case on his dick and tried to pry at it and groaned in frustration as it didn't budge.

It throbbed in time with his semi-hard cock, contained by the cool metal.

His frustration only egged me on.

"Please." He moaned. "Don't. No more." His voice weakened as he gasped in another breath.

He bucked his hips and groaned.

I could tell he was struggling not to use the safe word out of habit.

Such a good whore.

"Please. Please..." His body contorted as I stabbed my tongue at his prostate again.

Pre oozed from his cage. He raised up on his legs with his body still lying against the bed.

He clasped the metal in a fist and tugged at it like he was trying to jerk off.

He must want to cum again.

I lashed my tongue.

Amusement lit in my skull.

He moaned louder and humped his hips back against me.

"Fuck me." He called out. "Please fuck me." I flicked my tongue inside him. "No." He grunted in pleasure. "No more tongue," he begged. "Give me your cock." There was desperation in his voice.

He needed it.

I rumbled, the vibrations sent a wave of convulsions through him.

My dick ached with longing. I wanted to breed his hole.

But...

I crammed my tongue back into him, my nose pressed so hard against his nuts he yelped.

As my tongue brushed his prostate again he shouted, his hips thrust wildly at the air.

This was more fun.

He groaned.

His legs gave out under him as he fell flat against the mattress once more.

A hand reached for the horns atop my head, but he hadn't the strength to reach me.

He let out a frustrated whine, his hips still bucked weakly against my tongue.

The fight went out of him.

He'd adjusted

Now content to lie there and take it and suffer under the overwhelming pleasure of it, I wasn't going to let him.

I pulled my head back and stared at him, eyes twinkling with a toothy grin on my lips.

He moaned, frustration cracked the pleasure on his face.

"I'm gunna breed you." I glared at him.

His frustration fizzled out.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

In a way the protracted foreplay was a kindness.

I dressed it up in blunt desires but if all I really wanted was to breed him, I'd be done by now.

And he'd be in agony.

But I could be kind, for now.

I could give him what he wanted and what he needed without struggling to extract my own pleasure from his body.

And if that wasn't enough for him, if he wanted less kind sex.

I could give him that too.

If not this time, then the next.

But he was a virgin, he likely didn't even understand that yet.

He lay on his back, staring up at me.

His cock cage poked up slightly, pushed on by his stunted arousal.

His face was covered in spit and pre, his jaw hung loose.

But there was nothing but bliss in his eyes.

I roared at him, the sound almost ear-splitting.

He hardly flinched.

I smirked.

"Gunna fuck your virgin ass." I grabbed him by the ankles and yanked him towards the edge of the bed.

He panted, his fingers trailed through the sheets. He no longer had the strength to hold on.

He stared up at me with tired eyes, pleading.

His ass was dripping wet from my spit.

A shiny pink ring of flesh.

My target to break.

With no hesitation, I lined up my cock and pushed into his ass.

He cried out, his eyes wide as my thick tip spread his hole.

I rumbled as I pushed deeper in, his expression turned pained as he scrunched his face.

He was so fucking warm.

He started hissing through grit teeth, I could hear the word forming on his tongue.

His tongue was braced against his teeth. Stop. I could tell he wanted to say it.

There was conflict on his face, a fight between pain and desire.

I could help him make that choice.

I slowed and squeezed his ankles, firm enough to hurt.

He grunted and heaved a deep breath as he refocused.

I crawled over him, my patience masked by shifting position.

I lay my weight over him, my hips raised and ready to thrust deeper.

But I gave him another moment.

I pressed my snout against his.

"Worthless slut." I growled and nipped his cheek.

He sucked in a breath and jerked his face away.

I pushed forward with my hips and forced my cock in an inch deeper.

And though he wailed, it was more controlled.

Less touchy, less afraid.

Less in need of the safe word.

I exhaled and spread my wings, pleasure warmed my belly as I spread him wider.

He shuddered and moaned as I pushed past half way.

His hands pushed weakly at the scales of my chest.

"Take it." I thrust in.

He arched his back and squirmed.

Frantic noises filled the air as I pushed more of my weight on him. I rumbled as I crammed more of my cock into his belly.

"How-" He gasped. "How much- ah, left?"

"Shut the fuck up and take it." I clamped a hand over his snout and clenched it shut as I fed another inch of cock into his spread ass.

He tensed up.

Pleasure throbbed within me as his hole tightened on my dick.

There was a growl in his throat. I eased my hold on his mouth in case he needed me to stop.

His growl rose to a threatened yelp.

He bit me.

His teeth caught against my scales and he pressed hard enough to send a shot of pain up my arm.

I withdrew my hand, a blank expression on my face.

He licked his lips, a wince on his lips as he still tried to adjust to my massive cock stretching his ass.

"You stupid whore."

I smacked him.

Hard.

Right across the face, with the hand he'd bitten.

My palm clapped him on the cheek. The sound rung out through my bedroom and cut through the pleasure of the moment.

He recoiled, eyes wide in pain.

"You want me to fucking beat you?" I snarled. "I fucking will." I forced my hand into his mouth.

His jaw hung open lazily. He stared at me through dazed eyes.

"Then bite me you fucking cunt." I raised my voice. "I will ring your fucking skull." I grabbed his lower jaw and squeezed it so his teeth pressed into the scales of my hand.

He squirmed under me.

Desperate as he licked my palm.

He whimpered, made himself look meek. Like he wasn't a threat.

"That's what I thought." I snorted. "Little bitch." I yanked my hand out of his mouth and smacked him across the muzzle, not as hard as last time. Just enough to sting.

He heaved a breath.

"I am going to punish you." I trailed my hand down to his neck. I molded my fingers around his windpipe and gave a weak squeeze.

He moaned.

"Freak." I released him and sought lower. I pinched his nipple with force.

He squealed. His cock throbbed in his cage.

I grimaced.

I tapped a claw against the tip of his cage. He squirmed, thrusting his hips in desperate need for more contact.

I tugged his fluffy nuts.

He arched his back and groaned, pre oozed from his cage.

But he shifted in a way that took an inch of my cock out of his ass.

That was it then.

He was getting bred right now.

I thrust my hips.

He yelped.

A ring of muscles around my dick squeezed, trying to deny me further entry.

I humped at his rear, pushing forward harder and harder with each thrust. I placed a meaty hand on his chest to hold him in place as I used my strength to force him open.

He sobbed and shook. His arms tightened from stabs of pain when I pushed in, but his fists released from the pleasure that followed.

I gave one final shove.

He wailed. "St..." he trailed off in pleasure.

I bottomed out and waited.

My fat nuts pinned his tail to the bed.

It quivered and shook excitedly under them.

The filthy virgin couldn't even pretend to hide how much he was enjoying this.

His body shuddered as he tried to relax, tried to grow accustomed to my thick cock spreading his guts.

But he wouldn't.

I humped at him, carefully moving an inch at a time to help him adjust.

If he was twitchy on the safe word, it wouldn't do well for either of us for him to call it in a panic.

He moaned loud, tossing his head back as a runnel of precum leaked from his cage.

It angered me.

How dare he take my caution as his pleasure.

I slammed my cock back into him. Hard and deep.

I pushed forward, he slid an inch across my sheets.

He shouted and arched his back.

He went tense.

I yanked out of him entirely.

His stretched hole glistened with spit and pre.

I clenched a fist around the base of my cock and prodded it between his cheeks.

He quivered, tense as he waited.

"Beg for it." I sounded deadly serious.

He took a moment to catch his breath.

I slapped his ass so hard he jolted. I squeezed the firm flesh of his cheeks between my claws, hard enough to hurt.

"I said beg."

"Fuck me," he whimpered. "I need it. Please. I'm your-"

He cut off as I stabbed my thick cock into his body. Right down to the hilt in a single motion.

He squealed.

Pleasure surged through me.

"You're my what?" I kept my voice level.

He shuddered under me, his face creased as he let out a sob. "Hole." It was all he could manage, the word whispered between clenched teeth.

I thrust into him.

Hard.

Any restraint I felt I ploughed through.

His pained gasps were pleasure to me.

The tears in his eyes, ecstasy.

He was so meek.

So easy to hurt. It brought out my sadistic streak.

I forced my weight down on him. He raised a paw to my chest as I humped him, firm thrusts that sent convulsions through his body.

He was pathetic.

I wanted him to hurt, at least just enough. Enough to not break him.

I grabbed the top of his snout, my thumb in his mouth and wrenched his head back.

He struggled against my strength but failed.

I snarled as I opened my mouth.

"You're my freak." My jagged teeth braced against his neck. "Got that?"

He moaned as I pounded his ass harder.

"I said got that?" I growled.

He gasped. "Uhuh."

"Means whatever I do." I slammed my hips down hard on him. "You take."

I tensed my jaws.

My teeth pricked his skin.

He shuddered but didn't struggle against me.

He'd submitted entirely.

I lay over him, holding him in submission. With a bit of force I could kill him, he knew that. And still he submitted.

Good.

I lapped at his neck.

He went limp.

The worthless whore knew his place.

His body was my place for pleasure.

I smacked him across the face, soft enough to only sting.

Yet he reacted like I'd tried to cave his muzzle in.

His head lolled to the side, his tongue hanging out. Bouncing in time to my thrusts.

He'd hit the point of pleasure. The point where the pain was normal and welcomed.

The point where he knew it was part of his role.

He was good, I smiled inwardly as I grunted and ploughed into him.

My bed squeaked under us, the springs audible as he grew softer.

No longer shouting or moaning.

Just whimpering quietly as he took what I gave him.

The veins around the base of his cock were raised, his cage was throbbing as his dick tried to swell beyond what it allowed.

His tail quivered between my legs.

He gasped and furrowed his brow.

He yelped.

Something wet and warm splattered up my chest.

The muscles in his body spasmed as he came.

It felt so good.

Too good.

The way his body worked around my cock.

I could've finished, but I resisted.

He hadn't suffered enough.

I lowered a hand to his balls.

He grunted and squirmed.

I gripped them firmly in a hand and squeezed.

He cried out and tried to jerk away from me.

I shifted my weight over him and slammed my hips against his ass.

His entire body seized as I tugged at his balls.

I nudged my snout towards his nipples and flicked my tongue across the sensitive flesh.

He scrambled, back arched as he tried to push my head away.

His paws gripped at my horns and tried to wrangle me off, but I kept flicking my tongue across his nipple. He groaned loud, still trying to escape the waves of pleasure I sent through his body.

He was spent, but still I coerced more out of him.

He was a sensitive virgin.

My sensitive virgin.

I nipped at his chest.

He rocked under my hold, his arms shifted to my chin as he tried to shove me off to no avail.

He wasn't strong enough.

I rubbed my coarse scales into his sensitive flesh and laughed as he recoiled.

His caged cock throbbed. A bead of cum oozed from the slot at its tip.

I reached a hand to his other nipple and teased it with my claws.

The twin pleasure from the contact had him wailing.

All his sudden motions came with tension around my cock which only urged me to pump him harder.

He threw his head back in the sheets, his arms fell from my head.

He was sobbing.

Shaking.

Not from the pain of the post orgasm torture, but from the pleasure.

It was too much for him to take.

I'd broken him.

A grin filled my face as I pounded his ass with renewed fervor.

Useless whore.

I lifted him from the rear as I towered over him in a piledriver and jackhammered my massive cock through him with the force of my entire weight behind it.

Waves of pleasure rocked my body with each wild thrust.

I pounded him relentlessly into the sheets.

He'd gone catatonic.

He gazed up at the ceiling, eyes unfocused and half-crossed. His tongue poked out from his open mouth as he heaved breaths. His body was tight with pleasure, his own spunk coated his chest.

I don't think any sensation could reach him.

I thrust in with enough force I nearly stumbled over his body but still he didn't react.

And panting, warmth surged through my belly. I lifted him into my arm and held him tight as I thrust harder at his tight ass.

He flopped like a ragdoll in my hold.

His head rest against my pecs as he took staccato breaths. Each tiny inhale broken apart by whines and moans.

His mind was elsewhere.

His body was mine.

Fuck.

It made my balls ache.

I grunted and staggered, stumbling in my rhythm.

My cock throbbed almost painfully as I tried to edge through it without slowing.

Pleasure bubbled in my chest and burst throughout my body. Relief surged through my veins as I snarled out loud.

I let myself fall forward and cage him against the mattress with all of my weight.

I loosed a breathy moan as a huge spurt of cum filled his virgin ass.

I kept humping him wildly as another spurt followed.

And another.

I exhaled and shuddered, still thrusting weakly into the warm, sticky mess I'd made of his hole.

I heaved breaths as I slowed.

I pulled out of him as I stood to admire my work.

Sweat coated my scales. His fur was damp.

He looked pathetic.

I jabbed a finger in his stretched ass, delighting in the way he shifted to my touch.

Like he was afraid of it.

Like he craved it.

Like he wasn't sure to embrace it or run.

I rubbed him from the inside, coating my finger in my own cum.

"Not a virgin anymore." I pulled my hand back and shoved it in his face. My cum smeared across his muzzle. "You're worthless." I spat on him. "Clean me up. Now."

He lapped at my finger, dazed. He smacked his tongue at the taste of my spunk.

I grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and shoved his face against my cock.

He licked it without hesitation.

The warm, lazy strokes of his tongue tickled my chest with pleasure.

I exhaled and crawled into bed to rest against my pillows.

He followed me and curled between my legs, dutifully lapping at the first cock he'd ever taken.

My cock.

He was my source of pleasure and nothing more.

We lay there for a time.

He became sluggish and tired, but he never stopped.

He wouldn't dare to.

Even after my cock was wiped clean of every trace of cum.

But as my heart started to slow to a normal pace, the sensation lost its warmth.

Arousal retreated from my mind.

Man.

I really was getting old.

Back in my glory days, I would've been able to pump another load in his throat.

I stretched my back and my spine cracked again.

Damn.

I needed a break.

Couldn't keep up with myself like I used to.

Couldn't keep going like I could in my prime.

These midsummer nights really made me push my limits.

I was glad some things never changed, at least.

I exhaled and relaxed.

All the drama faded from my posture.

I placed a hand atop his head, he flinched. But as I scratched lovingly behind his ears, he cooed.

"Hey, I'm pretty spent for the moment. Want takeout?" I sweetened my voice with a smile.

He stared up at me from between my legs. He was coated in sweat, spit and the mess of both of our orgasms.

He blinked slowly. "Huh?"

"Food," I said. "I'm hungry, are you? My shout."

"Um, yeah." He sat up, still breathing heavy. "I guess."

I chuckled. "Shower's down the hall to the left. There's towels on the rack."

"Okay..." He blinked again. "Uh. Are we going to do more?"

"Another day, maybe." I rubbed my chest. "There's a lot I want to do to you."

"Oh, good." He stood with some difficulty. "That was..." He heaved breaths. "Incredible. Wow."

I winked. "Expected to find your limits there." I rose from the bed and put a hand against his throat. "But you're such a freak I couldn't find one." I tightened my hold on his neck.

He stared back at me with a grin, emboldened by my words.

I let him go.

He stood proud for a moment.

"Can you take this off?" he asked as he prodded at his cage.

I laughed. "No."

He winced. "Right. Uh, is there actually a key?" He sounded a little concerned.

"Maybe."

The concern fluttered through his expression. "Okay." He gulped. "Are you still going to do stuff, like..." He articulated with his hands, struggling to find the words. "Dom me, I guess." I could hear the embarrassment in his voice.

If he needed to be aroused to handle the kinker stuff, I could work with that.

"Yeah. 'Course. I can do worse, and for longer." I smirked. "Figured something more full on is too much for your first time."

He stared at me, thankfulness hidden in his gaze. "Yeah, probably."

He blinked and took an easier breath.

I reached out to flick his cage with a claw.

He jolted.

"That's a statement of intent." I rolled my shoulders. "You'll wear it until I'm done with you."

He blinked.

I stared at him, waiting for a response.

He didn't budge for a moment, so clearly lost in thought.

"Oh. Sorry. Kind of just, letting it all sink in." He rubbed his chin, his eyes on the floor. He had a hand covering his cage. "Yeah. Cool." He cleared his throat. "Almost said the uh, the word a few times but it was good."

"Good." I nodded, staring into his eyes. "I don't care what we're doing, if you don't feel safe or don't want something I will stop if you tell me to. Now go clean up, slut. You're filthy."

He opened his mouth, paused and then shut it before he nodded and scampered off.

I smiled to myself as I stretched my back and flexed my wings.

My favorite part about being dominant was knowing when to show kindness.

Knowing when to drop the act, to treat them as a real adult again.

It was his first time, the last thing I wanted was to scare him out of this forever.

Besides, with a guy like him there was a lot I wanted to show him.

Which meant multiple scenes.

Multiple visits.

I licked my lips.

I had gotten a bit out of control then.

But he could take it.

I wanted to see just how far he could go with a bit of experience.