Ripped fleshlight

A/N: A lil present for y’all bc this happened and it had to be shared. Blame Ray. Enjoy!

Dragon (POV) x witch fem!reader || sex toys, knotting, size kink

He had to go back to the witch.

He had to face his shame once again because he was too rough, too harsh, too eager… He knew he wanted to ask you out again. But every time he thought of you, he got so excited he had to jerk off before going, so he used the wonderful, magical, incredible, astonishing… (and all the other good adjectives) fleshlight. He was very lucky a witch specialized on sex toys such as you lived so close to his house. But unluckily for him, you smelled so delicious he could barely contain himself when he knew he was going to see you again. And it showed.

It showed in the last eight (eight!) fleshlights he ripped because of it.

He wasn’t proud of it, but he wasn’t about to stop doing it. He was a bit scared that he would lose control in front of you if he didn’t… unload, before going to your shop. So there he was, walking to your shop with his tail hanging low against the floor as he tried not to look too pathetic as he knocked on your door.

You opened the little window in the middle of the door and gasped. She was opening the door and grumbling, your angry frown making him feel very little (even if he was almost a giant compared to you).

“Again?!” You asked, an edge of fire on your voice that rivaled the dragon fire in his chest.

He looked down, trying to breathe through his nose to avoid inhaling too much of your scent. He didn’t need to get hard on top of his already awful embarrassment. “Ye- yes. I’m sorry,” he stuttered. He was unable to look directly at you, the floor suddenly feeling more interesting than anything else he’d ever seen.

You sighed, making his heart skip a beat. “Ugh, come on in. I’m going to add an extra protection spell.” You were mumbling about herbs and books as you walked inside, but he didn’t focus on that, not when you were walking in front of him looking like a snack and his dick was twitching in his pants. He was so fucked…

His head was spinning and he needed to explain, he didn’t want you to think he was a pervert (even if he was). “I’m sorry. Truly. It’s not your toy. I’m just… intense.” Yeah intense is a good word, he thought to himself. But then his brain to mouth filter completely evaporated and he blurted out: “It just feels so good I can’t stop.” He covered his mouth with his claw so hard it sounded like a slap.

Mortification settled on his body as he stared at the wall and begged whoever was listening to make the floor open and swallow him right there.

You turned around slowly, staring at him in disbelief. “What did you just say?”

“No-thing,” his voice broke mid word, adding to his shame. “Forget I said that. Is weird to comment sex toys with the one who makes them. I’m sorry, again. I- I think I’m going to leave. Yes. Leaving. Bye!” He could feel his face getting hot, which was a great feat because he already ran hotter than any other monster.

He turned around fast, power walking to the door, but before he could reach it and end his mortification, your words made his whole body to freeze. “You know you could try the real thing, right?”

“What?” He didn’t dare to turn around and look at you. It couldn’t be what he was thinking, there was no way that was happening. This must be some kind of very vivid dream and he was in his house, sleeping. Yep, that was it. There was no way you just said that he could fuck a human’s pussy.

“It…” You stopped, as if thinking twice before continuing, “you can’t tell this to anybody. If you do, I will haunt you down and use your scales as a necklace, got it?” He nodded, unable to do anything, a bit scared and a bit turned on by your threat. “It’s modeled after me.” You said it so fast he could barely pierce the words together but once they settled in his brain, he opened his eyes so big he could feel like they were about to pop out.

He turned around in a flash, his tail hitting a table and sending some herbs to the ground. He didn’t care. “What did you say?!” His tone sounded hysterical, and the fire inside of him was moving around about to burst out of his chest. His dick was so hard he was worried there wasn’t enough blood arriving to his brain.

“I-… To make the fleshlights to look like humans you need a mold. And I didn’t know how to ask for that to anybody, so I just… did it myself.” Your explanation made his breath catch in his throat, his heart beating as fast as a rabbit as he stared at you in disbelief. “So it’s… It’s me. It’s my pussy,” you confessed. He could feel his dick trying to push a hole through his pants.

He stared at you, blinking slowly and trying to decipher what you were saying. “How is that possible? Human pussy is so… tiny.” He looked at you, so much smaller than him, there was no way he could fit. He could imagine as much as he wanted, but there was no way… right?

You laughed, a short cheerful sound that made his hearts swell inside his body. “But I’m not fully human, am I? My witch part has a few perks that not many creatures know about… Such as stretching pussy that can accommodate any dick size without pain.” His brain stopped working.

“Are you implying that we could...?” He almost swallowed his tongue at the mental image that created. He imagined fucking you so many times he lost count, but there was no way it could be reality, he always though there wouldn’t be any way for him to actually do it. His dick was almost three times bigger than a human dick…

You smirked at him, walking to him as he stood there like a statue. “Yes. You can fuck me however you want,” your words made him feel faint. He had to grab onto the table not to fall when his knees threatened to give out under him.

“And you would like that? You would… like to fuck me? Are you willing?” He asked, looking down at your smaller form. His claws were leaving marks on the table, trying to restrain himself so he wouldn’t grab you.

“Yes.” One word was all it took.

He charged forward and you walked backwards until your ass hit a counter and he grabbed around your hips to sit you on top of it. You barely blinked twice before he tore through your clothes until he got you naked. He touched your sides, your front, and when he finally cupped your boobs and rubbed his thumb over your nipples, the sound you let out made him whine in desperation.

“Please,” you begged. He let out a series of curses that he would regret if he was in his right mind.

But he couldn’t. He wasn’t in his right mind, he was completely intoxicated by you. By the feel of you, by the way your body arched to his touch and you pleaded for him to do more. His hand traveled south until it was resting against your pussy. The first contact of his fingers against your center made both of you cry out.

“You are so wet, good goddess.” Two of his fingers pushed inside, a tiny fraction, but already making you stretch around them. “Fuck, you are right… The fleshlight was so accurate.” He let out without thinking, his brain almost melted inside his big head.

You opened your eyes and stopped the movement of his fingers with your hand. The contrast of your tiny hands around his so much bigger forearm was making him crazy. “You did not just say that with your fingers in my pussy,” you said with a choked chuckle.

“I’m sorry?” He mustered, his scales blushed as he looked down at you. “But it’s true! I can feel every texture and… fuck, it’s perfect.” He moved his fingers as if to prove the point and you let out a moan that shook his whole world. He needed to hear that again. He needed to hear that all the fucking time.

His movements became frantic, his fingers fucking in and out of you, trying to stretch you as much as possible, still not comprehending how his dick could fit inside your tiny pussy. Your breathless moans were like a drug he couldn’t get enough of, his finger finding your clit and rubbing to entice more out of you.

“More. I need more. Please, fuck me.” Your pleas drove him insane, but you were still so tight…

“You are not ready…” He whimpered, trying to move his fingers faster, trying to stretch you further but only moaning when he couldn’t do it more.

“I’m ready. I swear.” Your voice sounded sincere, but your pussy had such a strong grip on his fingers... “Come on, big guy, use me like that flashlight you like so much.”

Your words made him roar, pushing his fingers out as he covered his ridged dick with your arousal. “Fuck, your mouth…”

But you weren’t stopping. You pushed his chest and turned around, lowering your chest to the table and offering your back to him. He moaned low in his throat, his dick twitching in his hand. “Do you like when I say that? Do you want to use me until I’m so full of your come that you can’t fit your dick inside of me anymore?” He groaned, making you smirk as you plastered your chest to the table and opened your legs a tad more. He could see everything.

He pressed the tip of his cock against your opening, it felt impossible, you were so tiny… “Are you sure it will fit?” He tried not to sound too anxious, but failed.

You growled (which sounded a lot more cute than expected). “Yes. Fuck me already, you big dragon!” Your demanding tone did it for him.

He pressed forward very slowly, holding your hips almost painfully as he pushed and pushed and pushed… until the tip slipped inside, both of you crying out in pleasure. Your insides molded around him and squeezed so hard he was about to lose his mind. You were chanting yes yes yes and he couldn’t agree more with the sentiment.

He took his time filling you, going as slow as possible not to hurt you as you begged under him. He almost gave up and complied, but the fear of you being in pain because of him is too strong to go feral. Your pussy was strangling his cock and he felt on the edge of his release when he was only halfway in.

“Fuck, you feel even better than the flashlight,” his compliment made you chuckle, a breathy sound that relaxed you enough for him to slip the rest of his cock inside.

Both of you groaned, breathing labored as he tried not to come already. “Move, move, move!” You looked over your shoulder at him with a frown, the eagerness in your face so raw he couldn’t do anything but comply.

He started thrusting, pulling back just a bit before pushing back in, and the feel of it was so good he couldn’t hold his fire in. He looked up just in time to breathe to your ceiling. You groaned at the sight, and he thrust deeper as a response. You accepted all of him so easily, your pussy so perfect and your smile so pretty… He didn’t know if he was in love, but he was very damn close to it.

His rhythm accelerated, desperate to chase his release as he brought you more pleasure. “I don’t think I can ever have enough. I don’t think I can let you go after this…” He was hitting you deep, he could feel you squeezing around him at every word and that only drove him further into madness. You felt perfect around his cock. “Fuck, you are perfect.”

You were chanting his name, making his brain short circuit as he kept fucking into your welcoming heat. His claws were making indents on your hips, but the way you were moving backwards, meeting each of his thrusts was making him so hard he could feel the telltale sign of his knot at the base.

“I’m gonna… Fuck… Can you?” He couldn’t form coherent sentences anymore, every time he tried you squeezed around him and he lost his trail of thought.

But you knew. “Knot me. Knot me, please!”

And that was all it took for him to lose himself in the sensation, in your body, in the way you felt around him as he fucked you restlessly. He pushed one last time, his arm coming around your middle and pushing you backwards until he was buried to the tilt and he could rub your pretty pearl between his fingers.

You cried out your release at the same time he felt his knot expanding inside of you. You were gushing around him, helping the stretching and driving him fucking wild as he rutted inside of you, not pushing, barely moving, but sending all kinds of pleasure sparks up his spine.

“Since when did you know?” He asked with a sigh, his arms around your middle and his forehead resting against your shoulder. He felt at peace for the first time in a long, long while. Sparks of pleasure kept shaking his body and yours.

You chuckled breathlessly, “since you ripped the first fleshlight.” You said it as if it meant nothing, as if you didn’t just rock his whole world.

“Why didn’t you say anything… mate?” He couldn’t avoid the possessive growl at the end of the phrase.

“And deprive myself from some desperate hard dicking? Not a chance,” you said with a little groan at the end when another shot of his come hit your cervix.

He rested his hand against your lower abdomen, feeling himself there, almost able to rub his tip across your distended belly. “You know you can’t sell your fleshlights anymore, right? Nobody fucks this pussy but me.” He punctuated it with a short thrust, making your body shiver with pleasure aftershocks.

“About that…” You started, your tone almost guilty, making him pull at your hair until your face was to the side and he could look at your face.

“What?” He asked, tracing the curve of your cheek, entranced by your beauty.

You sighed happily, closing your eyes and resting your head against the table. “I lied. Only yours was modeled after me, I wanted you to be as desperate for me as I was for you,” you confessed in a whisper.

“Fuck, you are going to be the death of me, aren’t you?” His smile was so big he felt his cheeks hurting.

You laughed, the movement making you both groan. “And you’d die happy, mate.” He didn’t say anything, but both of you knew it was the truth.

He pulled back when his knot deflated. “Damn right I will,” he said with a kiss on your head. He pushed back inside instantly, earning a whimper out of you.

“Again?” You groaned, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing just to make you moan again.

He chuckled. “You said I could use you like my personal fleshlight… I’m nowhere done with my pussy.” His growl was possessive and probably sounded like an asshole, but he didn’t care because he was fucking you again and you were letting out the prettiest sounds as he fucked you again and again.

He would never be done with his mate.