This is a fic someone who wished to remain anonymous submitted for me to put on my blog.

WARNINGS: Reader insert and the reader has a Vagina, feral dragon, nsfw, uh… dragon sex? Its all consensual

You knew that coming here, stepping into this damp cave, was probably going to be a mistake, but you just can’t help yourself. You’ve been eager to get close to one of these marvelous beasts for as long as you could remember.

When you were a child, your father would tell you stories of giant, terrible creatures with scales and wings, with teeth and claws sharper than swords, with hearing and sight so keen they could hear a bread crumb fall to the floor or see a snowflake land on an ant, and with incredible intelligence. Dragons, they were called. Most everyone feared them, but you thought they sounded wonderful. Beautiful, even. Large and protective over the things they took a liking to. Some would hoard gold and jewels, some would hoard books, some would hoard flowers, some would hoard rocks. The list was endless. Wouldn’t it be nice to have one as a pet? You could fly to far away places and explore. Nothing could ever scare you again because you’d have a dragon to protect you. Why were people afraid of them?

As you blossomed into adulthood, this fondness and curiosity turned into… something more. Something sexual. You found that you liked the idea of being protected by a large spread of wings while a forked tongue lolled out to taste every part of you. You were certain such a beast would hear every thump of your pounding heart. You wondered if it would make the beast hungrier or further aroused. You’d never even heard your own heartbeat. You had no idea what it sounded like, but you could feel it, you could imagine the sound: loud and forceful. You could imagine how fast it would beat as the dragon tore your clothes off with its deadly claws, leaving you naked and exposed. If a dragon ever threatened your village, they’d have no trouble finding a virgin sacrifice.

The smell of sulfur stings your nose at first, but then you noticed something… herbal. This dragon must hoard flowers. You continue to creep along the walls, heart thudding hard against your chest. You hope for just a glimpse. That’s surely all you need to satisfy your curious nature, right?

Finally, in the amber glow of the torchlight, you see a garden, somehow flourishing in this dismal cave. Must be the magic you’ve heard these creatures possess. A few more inches… your chest heaving with every breath. Adrenaline courses through your body; the risk of doing this is enormous, but you are deeply excited besides.

“Hmmmm…?”

You freeze and press your back to the cold stone wall, heart doubling in speed. You squeeze your eyes shut on impulse, almost hoping you’ll blend in with the wall.

“I know you’re here, Little One,” a voice rumbles forth. Oh. It’s a female. They’re meant to be much larger than the males. Your heart stumbles over itself on this realization and your legs begin to quiver. “No use hiding. I can heart your timid little heart pitter-pattering away. It echoes through my home. Come on out.”

You realize you’ve been holding your breath, so you exhale slowly before attempting to draw in more oxygen. You press both hands over your heart in a feeble attempt to muffle the thunderous sound. Certainly, it must be about to escape your chest.

“Don’t be shy. I really would love to show you my garden. But if you steal anything…” the dragoness chuckles lowly, “…I’ll eat you for dinner.”

Soon, you hear footsteps: large ones lumbering in your direction. You press your hands harder over your heart, hoping it would slow and quieten, but no luck. You open your eyes again and find a large, gold, reptilian eye framed by opalescent scales. Your heart skips a beat so hard your breath hitches.

“Hello,” she purrs. “Didn’t mean to frighten you, Little Intruder. Your poor little heart sounds like it’s about to give out. Do come out. You may explain what brings you to my lair, disrupting my peace and privacy.”

You turn and look back the way you came, but your body has other ideas. On wobbly legs, you stagger through the small tunnel and into the much wider opening. The dragon moves back to allow your passage and you can see that her head is as large as your house. She’s bigger than you could have imagined. Stunned, your legs give out and you fall onto your butt on the cold, hard ground, staring open-mouthed up at the beast.

“You’re… beautiful,” you breathe out. “Not nearly as horrible as the stories suggest.’

The dragoness purrs again, her tail swishing to wrap around her body. This catches your eye and you shudder with memories of what your imagination has conjured up. Heat pools in the pit of your stomach. The beast’s eyes light up as she seems to smell the change in your demeanor.

“You are certainly one of the better, healthier-looking humans I’ve seen.” She lowers her head closer to you and you half-crawl, half scoot back from her just a bit. “Don’t pretend to be frightened. I can smell your arousal. I can hear it in the beat of your tiny heart too.”

Yet again, your breath hitches. You shiver from head to toe, but you’re at a loss for words. A large paw with claws blacker than night moves toward you. Fear surges through your body until the paw lands neatly on the ground. “Curiosity turned to sexual fantasy, hmm?” She uses a single claw to cut away the clothes from your body, leaving your tunic and trousers in shreds. She did manage to cut you just a bit in place, but her claws were so sharp, you barely felt it. You only know when you smell the blood. The only thing you can do is stare at this magnificent creature and wonder what your fate it about to be.

Gently, the dragoness uses her muzzle to nudge your legs apart and lie you back on the ground. She inhales deeply, clearly enjoying the musky scent of your arousal. You squirm slightly, already wet, clit throbbing in want of attention. This seems to please her as she purrs again. You quickly discover you quite like that sound. “You must have thought about this a lot. I can tell how excited you are. Your heart is beating so hard, so fast. It must feel like it’s trying to escape. I do enjoy that sound. It’s what drew me to you. It’s how I knew you were hiding in my doorway. It’s like music to me.”

Before you see it, you feel her forked tongue moving over both of your thighs, a tendril on each. You gasp, your heart stumbling again. “Mm. Yes. I do like that too. Such a beautiful sound. Would you like me to fulfill your fantasies, Little One? Would you like me to bring you to orgasm?”

“Yes,” you gasp, moaning at the very thought. “Oh, please, Mistress, yes!”

“Mistress? Hmm….” The dragoness shows her teeth in something mimicking a smile and you shudder. “I think I rather like that. Yes. Yes, I shall be your mistress, Little One. You can live here and we shall please each other.”

Your mind is too consumed with arousal and you barely heard a word she’s said. It doesn’t matter. You need this.

The dragoness shifts in her stance slightly so that her tail can wrap around to reach you, but she can still reach your with her tongue as well. Your eyes are wide, pupils blown so large your eyes almost look black. The forked tongue moves over you, tendrils touching every inch of your body from angle to neck. You’re powerless against the pleasure and your first orgasm crashes into you, causing you to cry out. Your moans echo throughout the cave and the beast purrs yet again. You’re fairly certain your heart is beating faster than it ever has before and you struggle to catch your breath.

“Easy, Little One. The first is always the most intense and the most unexpected. Your poor little heart is going to explode.” She breathes softly toward you and you find it suddenly easier to inhale. Dragons must exhale oxygen. It would make sense for them to breathe fire.

Soon enough, you’re squirming again. “Please, Mistress. I’m ready. More. Please.” you beg and whine, pleading for mercy. Your clit still aches to be touched.

Luckily, she is merciful. She brings her tail around and rubs it gently over you from your taint to your clit and back, revelling in the way it makes you moan. She circles your clit with the tip over her tail before sliding it down and pressing the tip gently inside you. Your cries of pleasure echo through the cave again. “Yes! Please! Yes!”

The dragoness lolls her tongue out again and uses the tendrils to tease your clit and nipples while she pushes the tip of her tail in as far as you can physically take both length and girth. Your whole body trembles and shudders. You can feel the forceful, erratic beats of your overexerted heart in every vein and artery of your entire body. If this is how you die, so be it.

The dragoness thrusts her tail in and out of your pussy slowly. You feel every ridge, scale, and bump and it’s setting your every nerve on fire. It’s only a few brief moments before you’re riding the waves of your second orgasm. You’re fairly certain your heart stops, restarts, stops again, starts again several times in a row. The beast responsible once again breathes oxygen toward you. She pulls her tail out of you slowly and raises it to her muzzle, sniffing at your wetness before licking it over her tail. “I’ve never tasted a human as sweet as you.”

You flinch when her paw approaches you, but this time the claws point toward the sky instead of the ground. “Climb into my paw. I’m going to help you rest. Your heart needs you to rest. It’s skipping beats and struggling to return to its normal rhythm. A beautiful sound in its own way, but I’d like you to rest if you’re going to last long enough to stay with me.”

Weakly, you move into the dragon’s paw. She rolls carefully onto her back and places you on her chest. “Lie here. Listen to my heartbeat. It will help you sleep.” Too exhausted to argue, you curl up on her chest and she wraps her wings around you. You are surprised to hear her heart beating slow and steady deep inside her chest, far enough away to keep from bumping her chest and disturbing you. It’s loud, but overall calming. Soon enough, you’ve fallen asleep to the lullaby of the heartbeat of a dragoness.