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Liquorice's Diary - Entry 9
So Diary, I guess I never told you about my piercings.
This isn't my first dance with the dragon, let's get that out the way first. We've played casually, skipped off to the back room in the Truth or Dare pad to tease each other to breaking point. Each time the big lug tried to put a collar around my throat and put me in his neat little harem, and each time I refused, which I suppose makes this little victory all the sweeter for him. I know he's going to try everything in his power to make me want to keep it on now, and that's pretty exciting, seeing him try so hard to keep me his.
The first one he gave me was the tunnel through my ear. Getting his cock wet inside my pussy was a big milestone, seeing as we'd been dancing around the act of fucking for months on end. Triumphantly, the big guy bites straight through my left earcone just as he blows a big wad in my tummy, and once it's healed up nice I wear a sweet silver loop in it. I like it; its weight, its warmth. It reminds me of that day.
Second piercing's a little lewder. This dragon screws around with magic - enchantments and stuff like that. One day he holds me down before we get to screwing, and snips a cute little silver ring right through my clit hood. Stings like hell, but it's all numbed up a treat by the time he's strumming those cock ridges through my stretched cunt, and forces his massive knot through the strained lips. He holds onto the ring with a clawtip and programs it with this memory. This sensation. Now whenever I give it a rub (read: any time I fuckin' masturbate) I get this crazy phantom limb sensation of him pluggin' me airtight down below; flare, ridges, knot. Everything. When I cum using it, I get his cum too. Naturally I tried to avoid that in heat, in the past, learning to swap to my g-spot at the last minute.
Liquorice's Diary - Entry 11
Telroth's moved a dusty old TV into the cave I'm tethered in, out of my reach. There's a DVD on loop with a flashy intro sequence and a montage of me swallowing dragoncock in a half-awake daze. It's titled "Breeding Bitches 1: How to get rid of dog breath". Looks professional, barcode, recommended retail price and an ominous numeral in the title hinting at more.
I honestly have no idea when this got filmed, or how he managed to get me to throw victory signs at the camera with jizz rolling out of my nostrils. It's possible that I'm just starting to forget stuff with this crazy, head-spinning sleep deprivation. It feels like he's preparing me for something big, putting me in this super submissive mindset with the film, drowning my senses in his overpowering scent, glueing my mouth and throat up with this salty batter-thick cum at all hours of the day. If I could get hard, I'd be spanking it right now, but as it is I can just fingerbang myself till I lose conciousness again.
Liquorice's Diary - Entry 15
I'm so fucking full. After like, two hours of constant teasing of my clit ring, and getting swamped with Master's incredible, brain-hazing musk, he finally consummated my collaring. One of those big, strong paws pushed me down by the shoulderblades, and the other held my hindquarters up by the tail. I was quite literally dripping wet by the time he gave me what I needed, and pushed the angular head of his dick through my drenched, black flower and into my hot cockwarmer. We don't mate for an awfully long time - but that's just how I wanted it. Short and passionate, an owner using his property to milk the pent up pressure of his balls off. There are clawmarks in my hips, bite marks in my shoulders, and my entire lower half is steaming with his aroma, his load stretched out along my inner thigh like a love letter, knot allowed to deflate before a messy uncoupling.
He tells me that the last few squirts plug me tight, trapping his whole load inside to marinate what eggs tumble out from the trauma, which would account for the preggo-belly I've got from a single screw. I think.. I'm just going to lay here for a while and let the warmth lull me to my first, proper restful sleep in a long time.
___________________________
Part of what made the dragon so dangerous when it came to making deals was just how much information he could gather when he wanted to-- She knew exactly why he had picked this week of the month for his seven days, and he knew that even if she did turn down the collar at the end of the week, there was something she would not ask him to undo. Liquorice couldn't help but tense up and shudder as she felt the dragon hold her in place and shove his shaft into her, knot and all after a few minutes of frenzied fucking; as her belly struggled to contain the dragon's gift, she knew she'd sailed past a point of no return.
They'd mated before, many times in fact; that didn't mean she was any more used to the feeling of the dragon inside her. Every time was a wonderful mix of pain and pleasure that left her barely able to walk the next day. All she could do was squirm around his knot as her belly continued to fill, feeling the heat of the dragon growing inside her with her body stretched like a glove around his pride. He could touch her in places no other male had; he could reach inside and press that magical button that told her mind that she was a submissive little bitch for him, just an extension of his body that specialized in converting cum into offspring.
So Diary, I guess I never told you about my piercings.
This isn't my first dance with the dragon, let's get that out the way first. We've played casually, skipped off to the back room in the Truth or Dare pad to tease each other to breaking point. Each time the big lug tried to put a collar around my throat and put me in his neat little harem, and each time I refused, which I suppose makes this little victory all the sweeter for him. I know he's going to try everything in his power to make me want to keep it on now, and that's pretty exciting, seeing him try so hard to keep me his.
The first one he gave me was the tunnel through my ear. Getting his cock wet inside my pussy was a big milestone, seeing as we'd been dancing around the act of fucking for months on end. Triumphantly, the big guy bites straight through my left earcone just as he blows a big wad in my tummy, and once it's healed up nice I wear a sweet silver loop in it. I like it; its weight, its warmth. It reminds me of that day.
Second piercing's a little lewder. This dragon screws around with magic - enchantments and stuff like that. One day he holds me down before we get to screwing, and snips a cute little silver ring right through my clit hood. Stings like hell, but it's all numbed up a treat by the time he's strumming those cock ridges through my stretched cunt, and forces his massive knot through the strained lips. He holds onto the ring with a clawtip and programs it with this memory. This sensation. Now whenever I give it a rub (read: any time I fuckin' masturbate) I get this crazy phantom limb sensation of him pluggin' me airtight down below; flare, ridges, knot. Everything. When I cum using it, I get his cum too. Naturally I tried to avoid that in heat, in the past, learning to swap to my g-spot at the last minute.
Liquorice's Diary - Entry 11
Telroth's moved a dusty old TV into the cave I'm tethered in, out of my reach. There's a DVD on loop with a flashy intro sequence and a montage of me swallowing dragoncock in a half-awake daze. It's titled "Breeding Bitches 1: How to get rid of dog breath". Looks professional, barcode, recommended retail price and an ominous numeral in the title hinting at more.
I honestly have no idea when this got filmed, or how he managed to get me to throw victory signs at the camera with jizz rolling out of my nostrils. It's possible that I'm just starting to forget stuff with this crazy, head-spinning sleep deprivation. It feels like he's preparing me for something big, putting me in this super submissive mindset with the film, drowning my senses in his overpowering scent, glueing my mouth and throat up with this salty batter-thick cum at all hours of the day. If I could get hard, I'd be spanking it right now, but as it is I can just fingerbang myself till I lose conciousness again.
Liquorice's Diary - Entry 15
I'm so fucking full. After like, two hours of constant teasing of my clit ring, and getting swamped with Master's incredible, brain-hazing musk, he finally consummated my collaring. One of those big, strong paws pushed me down by the shoulderblades, and the other held my hindquarters up by the tail. I was quite literally dripping wet by the time he gave me what I needed, and pushed the angular head of his dick through my drenched, black flower and into my hot cockwarmer. We don't mate for an awfully long time - but that's just how I wanted it. Short and passionate, an owner using his property to milk the pent up pressure of his balls off. There are clawmarks in my hips, bite marks in my shoulders, and my entire lower half is steaming with his aroma, his load stretched out along my inner thigh like a love letter, knot allowed to deflate before a messy uncoupling.
He tells me that the last few squirts plug me tight, trapping his whole load inside to marinate what eggs tumble out from the trauma, which would account for the preggo-belly I've got from a single screw. I think.. I'm just going to lay here for a while and let the warmth lull me to my first, proper restful sleep in a long time.
___________________________
Part of what made the dragon so dangerous when it came to making deals was just how much information he could gather when he wanted to-- She knew exactly why he had picked this week of the month for his seven days, and he knew that even if she did turn down the collar at the end of the week, there was something she would not ask him to undo. Liquorice couldn't help but tense up and shudder as she felt the dragon hold her in place and shove his shaft into her, knot and all after a few minutes of frenzied fucking; as her belly struggled to contain the dragon's gift, she knew she'd sailed past a point of no return.
They'd mated before, many times in fact; that didn't mean she was any more used to the feeling of the dragon inside her. Every time was a wonderful mix of pain and pleasure that left her barely able to walk the next day. All she could do was squirm around his knot as her belly continued to fill, feeling the heat of the dragon growing inside her with her body stretched like a glove around his pride. He could touch her in places no other male had; he could reach inside and press that magical button that told her mind that she was a submissive little bitch for him, just an extension of his body that specialized in converting cum into offspring.
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