Advent calendar: Day 15. Ice dragon

A/N: Hi my lovelies! This was supposed to be posted yesterday but I’m sick as fuck, so couldn’t get myself to the computer. But it’s here today, yay! I will try to post two stories at some point today to get back on track. Hope your weekend was better than mine :)

Dragon x fem!reader || oral sex, (very light) dom/sub, size kink

“Lick my peen, my treasure.” His order did something to you, an intense heat blooming inside you until you are shivering and crawling to him. His throne was so big around him and you felt so, so tiny… It was great.

“Gladly,” you let out as you closed your hands around his giant dick. There was no way you could suck him in your mouth, but you could definitely do something with your mouth. You were going to tease and lick him until he was begging for mercy… Even if that was very unlikely.

You started slow, but his grunts and curses only made you want to drive him insane faster and faster. You licked around the tip, your tongue dancing around the slit until there was copious amounts of precum drenching your lips. You drank them greedily, his big scaled hand cradling the back of your head as you continued. You used your hands to rub the excess of precum around the shaft, pressing at the bulging veins until he was crying out your name, more precum shooting into your welcoming mouth.

You kept going even when his tail broke something at your right, your hands massaging his huge shaft as your mouth sucked at the underside of his tip, that special part of him that was so sensitive he could cum with you only licking it. The power you felt when he started twitching under you, his precum flowing unstopped as you went faster, sucking stronger as if you wanted to suck a hickey on his dick. He was thrashing over you, his wings fluttering behind him as he accidentally hit the throne with them, drawing a chuckle out of you.

He roared: “enough,” and you shivered in anticipation. “Come here, little human.” He grabbed you by the waist, his big claws going around your entire middle, his fingers touching at your front.

“Wha- what are you doing?” You asked as he lifted your body as if you weighted nothing. It drove you insane to know how big he was and how tiny you felt in comparison. It was exhilarating to know he could destroy you without breaking a sweat but loved you enough to treat you like his treasure. Like something out of his hoard.

His serious tone got even more emotionless when he said: “I’m going to lick your sweet nectar out of the source until you are crying in ecstasy,” his promise only made you whimper.

“Oka- okay,” you agreed as he moved you body to sit over his snout.

You wriggled, trying to get some friction against his scales, but he blew a tiny breath of cold against your pussy that made you shiver and let out a scream of pleasure. The contrast between his cold breath and your overheated pussy was delicious in the most maddening way. He didn’t let you move, though. He was in control of the situation and the hand around your body was enough to remind you.

He moved your body slowly, his long tongue darting to lick the juices out of your drenched pussy as he hummed in appreciation. His tongue was so long it could get deeper than any human dick could, and he exploited that fact more than enough. He licked and sucked in a slow caress, almost lazily, until you started chanting his name, your legs trembling around his head.

And then he was done teasing, always too impatient to draw it out more than necessary. He moved your body so you were ridding his face like a cowgirl, back arched and pussy rubbing deliciously against his scales in the most pleasurable way possible. You grabbed onto his nostril covers, the scales there perfect for you to hold onto as you moved your hips faster, harder.

He was humming against your pussy, tiny cold breaths calming you down a fraction just to lick the juices out of you and drive you insane again. It was like a game to him, to see how fast he could make you come until your brain was jelly and your legs couldn’t hold you up anymore. And he was a damn professional at it.

You tried to hold back, you really tried to be strong and don’t come so fast because he always made fun of you after. How easy was to drive your poor human body into orgasm after orgasm… But you were weak. And his tongue was so damn good you couldn’t hold back even if you wanted.

You came messily around his tongue, the pointy tip massaging your G-spot as his scales rubbed against your clit. You moved your hips to make the best of it as he hummed, letting out tiny puffs of cold air making your brain short-circuit as your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave. You screamed his name like a prayer, and he pushed you further, farther… it was always so intense and magical that you couldn’t understand why there were humans who didn’t want to ride dragon faces.

He roared in victory, your body sagging against him as he lowered you to be cradled against his neck. “You didn’t come,” you whispered, half asleep against his neck, his hand warm against your back.

“There will be time for that later, my treasure.” And with that promise, you fell asleep.