The Dragon Lord's Consort : Dragon Tales
Reality vs Fantasy
Contains: In Reality(Nocturnal Emission, Slight-Masturbation, M/Solo)
In Dreamscape(M/F/F, Cock-worship, BDSM, slight-inflation, deep penetration, public, and mind-control)
(No editors were used in the making of this fanfic. Viewer discretion is advised.)
Garble had taken his sleep with a grain of salt and that was saying something. Despite the oddly shaped(And somewhat comfortable feeling, though he wouldn't dare admit it) couch, he was lost in a sea of where reality dissipated and his own fantasy began.
… The mountain peek where is throne stood high…
… skies dawned with red and fire, distant blazes were seen of pony settlements…
… former Dragon Lord Torque bowing his head in great respect to his new Lord…
… The smell of females burned his nose like the lava pits of a volcano. Hundreds surrounded him, both below his throne and hovering just a bit above. Both Dragonesses from young to ancient, to the ugliest to the most beautiful…
… Yes, even Crackle was there… looking interested in him… legs raised with a dripping slit… licking her unusually long tongue over her maw...
“...”
Disturbing yes, but not unnoticed... and unwanted?
His cock slowly twitched from his slit, blood slowly moving towards his lower region…
The many male dragons before him were jealous or filled with great envy but held pride over their new leader. His might had brought about the fall of ponies and brought great expeditions for dragon kin alike. The world was in fear of his Lordship, his power over dragons and his fearless nature.
The head slowly peaked out from his slit… a slow transition as he slowly began to harden…
Yet… nothing… and he meant nothing in all of the world, in all of the kingdoms he's conquered, has he ever been more pleased then the have the dragoness below him. The one whom chocked upon reaching The Bloodstone Scepter. The one who coward at his might, as he took the Scepter and proclaimed himself, Dragon Lord.
A soft grunt came from him, as his cock waddled back and forth, slowly increasing his girth. His groan came from the chilly air the filled the room, slowly but gently teasing his member. It sought warmth, it sought surrounding… it sought flesh.
She groveled before him, taking in his awe inspiring looks, his fearful aura that caused the males to cower, and the females to moan in delight. He sent shivers down spines, his scent spiked the arousal of females around and even a few males that found him attractive. Other older dragons looked away as if to avoid his wrath. The feeling of total and complete control brought him much joy.
He groaned again, his claw slowly reaching for his growing penis, giving a pass as his mind played out his fantasy.
To his right, was Ember as she nuzzled the inner of his thighs, slowly trying to ease her way to his throbbing organ while to the left, Amethyst was in the same way, but her tongue was out and about, lapping his legs and seeking his glory.
“Yeah, that's right. Come to your new master.” he growled to both Dragonesses, wielding the scepter before them. They both moaned his name, drawing closer and closer to his inner legs. His cock had long come out but what was not your average sized dragon length, was a behemoth that made the smaller dragons look like hatchlings and make the larger ones feel incomparable.
Thicker than Ember's arm, almost as long as his legs, his throbbing bright red penis stood glistening in the sun. Each throb sent chills down the spines of the females, every slow drop of precum made everyone hungry for a taste.
His cock reached max length, not as glorious as his fantasy but still impressive enough on its own. He too began to leak from his tip, his dream becoming more vivid than before. His own left claw gently rubbing his spear, bringing in another groan of pleasure to his mouth.
Both females slowly lapped at each side of his cock, making him moan in delight at the same time, feeling more empowered as he used the scepter the service him. He didn't care that the others saw, nor did he honestly mind the constant stares of hungry dragonesses that begged to taste his red, juicy flesh. What made it more was that he had great control of his own organ, despite two dragonesses licking at it with each drop of pre that ran down the sides.
No, he expected them to follow his bidding down to the letters. Soon, one dragoness became brave, going behind the throne and began massaging his tail, while two more came down and began to rub his expansive wings. Yeah, he could have send them off running but… right now, he didn't care. His will was heard and his word held law.
He rubbed his length up and down, causing a slow mess of fluids to appear on his lower abdomen. He was so lucid into his dream, he was unaware of the door opening to his room, nor the eyes that caught the dragon's grand spire. Wide and curious, they watched as the dragon continued to groan in his sleep.
Ember was rubbing her slit up and down his length, her own heavy arousal creating heavy secretions around his cock and to the stone beneath. She moaned in both pleasure and agony as she tried to get his cock to enter her heated vent but he growled in delight in teasing the blue dragoness. Oh how he loved making her want him all the more. The flame that burned in his hearts of hearts as he witnessed his dream tail become his mindless slave.
The eyes from the door watched intently as the dragon continued to rub his length, unaware of his gazing intruder. Thankfully, the room was dark as the hallway, still, dragons had night vision and were cautious to even be looking. Agonizingly slow, the door opened to a soft creek, hesitant to move forward once the door fully opened to allow them in. A single step caused a small echo into the room, making them stop, waiting to see if the dragon would awake.
“P-Please, Dragon Lord Garble!” Ember begged. “S-Stick it inside of me!” Her body was hot, her walls burned for need and her body demanded his see to quench her fire.
His grin was dark but he knew that he too, was getting a little heated for the fore play.
“Beg for it!” he growled to her ear. He rubbed his long length on top of her slit. “Beg for it like if your life depended on it. Like you would die without it. BEG!”
He growled in his sleep, causing a small burst of pre from his tip and landing onto his lower belly. The intruder stopped, fear gripping them as they were so close to the dragon. A jar materialized in front of them.
“Please! I need it! I NEED IT!” she roared.
“What do you want? Just my cum? You want to be splattered by it? Do you want me to get you egg-heavy?”
“Yes! Yes! All of it! Fill me up! I want your seed! I want your eggs!”
As the pre dripped down like a small fountain, the jar was gently pressed against his upper cock tip. The tip was pushed so a small bent on his head formed, making the pre land directly into the jar. Meanwhile the eyes watched in great focus as the jar began to slowly fill. Tongue licked over dry lips, tail swayed to and fro with excitement and nostrils flared with the wonderful and strong musk of male.
His body slammed into her tight walls, a roar of accomplishment echoing throughout the lands. He had claimed his mate, he had claimed his prize, and he basked in its glory. Her screams of pain and pleasure echoed as loud as his if not more. Other dragons celebrated his glory and soon, an orgy of dragons began.
Roars of delight echoed the valley and beyond. Even old Torque got in on the action as dragons of every gender ran up and down his over large length. But his greatest pleasure was seeing his daughter being rutted by his lord. The area soon began to smell of sex that spread through the wind for miles.
More and more flowed from the tip, the dragon groaning as his peak was approaching. The jar was half full and showed no signs of stopping. They were all to eager to get to the main course and yet, the lips hungered for a taste, curiosity peaking their mind. Leaning in, they tried to catch a taste.
Each trust was a shockwave of pure lust and power, Ember's orgasms coming out in buckets and poured beneath, creating a literal river of cum that flowed from top the hill. Other dragons lapped at her fluids, despite the rocky mixture. It touched the Dragon Lord's essence, it must be tasted!
“So close!” he growled, his form taking on a larger approach. The dragons were moaning with him, the fires of the world burning brighter and brighter. Torque roared out as a volcanic eruption of cum spewed from his giant cock covering many dragon around. Others roared out their climaxes as well, cum from both sexes spilling upon the floors and creating pools of it.
“You wanted it! Take it all! TAKE IT ALL!” he roared. His cock gave a final throb, before slamming deep into her belly. Ember cried out in orgasmic bliss as she finally climaxed for the final time. Garble roared a mighty roar of triumph, it echoing throughout the area followed by the triggering thousands of dragon climaxes as well. Ember's belly expanded with his seed, her moans filling his ears with music of dominance and victory.
A growl left him followed by bursts of seed that shot out of the tip. The intruder jumped back in surprise, nearly dropping the jar. Two thick shots landed on their face directly; they quickly used magic to point the cock towards Garble, the rest landing on his belly. The jar was full and overflowing. The smell of mask clouded their vision and before they could get a proper taste, Garble snorted himself awake. They realized the jig was up and quickly pulled in the jar of loaded essence before disappearing in a flash.
Garble grumbled to himself, a moan of satisfaction leaving him. His eyes opened; what greeted his sight was his own cock, not as big in his dream, dripping his cum upon his belly.
“Dammit,” he muttered to himself. “Now I gotta clean up.” He paused as saw his seed before him. “Hmm… should have been a lot more?” He shrugged it off and looked around the room. He wasn't really allowed to leave but he knew that if the others especially the stupid ponies saw him, they would freak… not that he would care but the fact that Ember might see him like this made it all the worse.
He spotted the pillow he had thrown off to the side and reached for it. He paused, realizing the ponies might see or smell his spunk. Then that would cause problems if they found out.
It took him all of ten seconds to realize he is never coming back here so he shouldn't care.
With a grunt, he grabbed the pillow and brought it over to his belly. He began whipping away all of his seed, smearing it onto the pillow. The pillow soaked up his seed, causing dark stains to appear all over it. In less then a minute, he cleared up all his mess, even rubbing his retreating cock over to get any excess fluids.
Satisfied, he threw the pillow off to the side and let it soak in his cum. He then saw that he was clean, albeit a little sticky, and was allowing sleep to once again consume him. His cock had retracted with his slit and soon, the room began to echo with his snores.
He was soon out of it. So out of it that he didn't hear or was disturbed by a quick flash of light in the room. The occupant from early, saw what Garble had done. They quickly grabbed the pillow, full of his dried seed. Magic surrounded the pillow before it was brought to their face. A deep inhale was given, followed by a soft moan of joy. Garble snorted and turned to the side, away from the stranger. Feeling relief, watch over them, they then conjured another pillow and left it there. Hopefully, he would be dumb enough to believe that the pillow soaked up everything and no lasting smell would linger.
Holding the pillow close, the stranger saw that they had a few minutes maybe less before the pillow completely absorbed Garble's seed. Making sure the dragon was really asleep, they quietly 'Thanked' the Horny dragon for their erotic dream and virile seed.
In a flash, they were gone, leaving the dragon to sleep until the morning.