Don’t ask me how these two are in the same place at the same time or judge me for my lack of dragon born knowledge, this is the first time I’ve even like tried to write scalie porn. Slightly dubcon because it’s hatefucking and no one explicitly gives consent. Mentions of egg stuff but no actual eggs.
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Tiberius considers himself a refined individual. For a long time, he’d ignored every base urge; tried to keep his fiery temper under control, courted before any contact, but now-
Gern just makes him so angry. He refuses to debate issues intellectually, he’s inane, he’s a necromancer, and fuck he’s hot. His blue scales, lighter where scars ripple across his back, flashed electric in the sunlight. He refused to wear proper robes, leaving his well-muscled arms on display for the whole world to see. Not to mention the red vest he wore was so garish and horrible anyone would be compelled to rip it off him.
So, it was only natural that when Gern flashed him a sneering grin and tackled him to the ground Tiberius would reach up and grab his horns, drag his face down to flick his tongue over the seam of Gern’s mouth.
“Oh, are ye finally coming around then?” Gern chucked deep in his throat and dipped his snout lower. His tongue dragged slowly over Tiberius’s neck, tracing the broad scales that defended his throat.
Tiberius shuddered.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” he huffed, out as Gern’s hands wrapped around his wrists and held him down. His claws caught on the edges between his scales and a pinprick of pain rises to the surface of his skin.
“Doesn’t seem like ye mindin’ much tho,” Gern grinned. Tiberius snorted a small puff of smoke out of his nose, but submitted as Gern used his superior strength to flip him over on his stomach.
Gern dragged his claws down Tiberius’s back, tracing the ridges of his back. With a decisive move, he grabbed Tiberius’s tail and pinned it to against his back. Tiberius couldn’t help but let out a moan at how exposed he was.
“Don’t worry Tibsy, I’ll take care a ye”
Tiberius hates the way that makes his blood rush downwards. He can feel himself growing hot under his scales, and his cock slides out of his sheath as Gern presses a thumb along his cloaca.
“Oh you’re getting all nice and ready for me, aren’t ye?” Gern pressed two fingers deep inside, and Tiberius felt a loud moan force its way out of his throat. “Betcha’d look so good filled up with my eggs, wouldn’t ye? Roosting so pretty, claimed just for me”
The threat is empty, Tiberius doesn’t have the inner workings for egg making, but somehow the thought of being claimed by this annoyingly, handsome dragonborn was exhilarating. He pushed back on Gern’s fingers, trying to speed him along.
“Hurry will you? I’m not about to be made to wait for something like this”
Gern chuckled above him and leaned over Tiberius’s back.
“Yer bossy as any Draconian I’ve ever known,” He said, languidly dragging his tongue around the base of Tiberius’s horn. He did speed up his hand though, stroking the inside with blunted claws and making Tiberius shake with every thrust.
After a moment he removed his hand, keeping Tiberius’s tail pinned out of the way. Tiberius felt him position his cock right at the edge of his cloaca and teased the opening with his head.
“For fuck’s sake do it!“ Tiberius let out another puff of smoke, curling his fingers into the dirt in front of him. He was drawn taught as a bowstring. He could feel his heart pounding in his ears, feel the wetness inside him and the heaviness of his cock. He had never done anything like this, but if something didn’t happen soon, he was going to flip Gern over and sink down on that cock himself.
Then suddenly Gern rocked forward and slid inside completely. Tiberius couldn’t hold back a moan as he was filled, feeling himself gush around the thickness in his cloaca.
Gern chuckled again and rocked forward. Tiberius felt Gern’s claws dig into his hips as he thrusted into him, setting a brutal pace that sent jolts of pleasure up Tiberius’s spine.
“Oh fuck,” Gern growled, before biting down on Tiberius’s shoulder. His teeth dug in between the tough scales and worried the skin a little. Tiberius yelped in pain and pushed back against the thrusts, feeling a dull ache build inside him. His body wanted release, but he was held just on the edge.
Without warning, Gern shoved in and came hard. As Tiberius felt hot cum drip out of his cloaca, Gern let a bolt of lightning travel through his throat and down his teeth into Tiberius shoulder. The pain ignited something inside him and, faster than he expected, his orgasm raced through him. He felt his cloaca clench down on Gern’s softening cock has his back arched, and more cum slipped free.
Panting, Gern moved back, letting Tiberius’s tail fall from his shoulder and rest on the ground. Tiberius slumped over, feeling the aftershocks of the electricity pulse through him a few times.
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Re: Anyone/Any Dragonborn
Date: 2017-07-01 01:37 am (UTC)___
Tiberius considers himself a refined individual. For a long time, he’d ignored every base urge; tried to keep his fiery temper under control, courted before any contact, but now-
Gern just makes him so angry. He refuses to debate issues intellectually, he’s inane, he’s a necromancer, and fuck he’s hot. His blue scales, lighter where scars ripple across his back, flashed electric in the sunlight. He refused to wear proper robes, leaving his well-muscled arms on display for the whole world to see. Not to mention the red vest he wore was so garish and horrible anyone would be compelled to rip it off him.
So, it was only natural that when Gern flashed him a sneering grin and tackled him to the ground Tiberius would reach up and grab his horns, drag his face down to flick his tongue over the seam of Gern’s mouth.
“Oh, are ye finally coming around then?” Gern chucked deep in his throat and dipped his snout lower. His tongue dragged slowly over Tiberius’s neck, tracing the broad scales that defended his throat.
Tiberius shuddered.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” he huffed, out as Gern’s hands wrapped around his wrists and held him down. His claws caught on the edges between his scales and a pinprick of pain rises to the surface of his skin.
“Doesn’t seem like ye mindin’ much tho,” Gern grinned. Tiberius snorted a small puff of smoke out of his nose, but submitted as Gern used his superior strength to flip him over on his stomach.
Gern dragged his claws down Tiberius’s back, tracing the ridges of his back. With a decisive move, he grabbed Tiberius’s tail and pinned it to against his back. Tiberius couldn’t help but let out a moan at how exposed he was.
“Don’t worry Tibsy, I’ll take care a ye”
Tiberius hates the way that makes his blood rush downwards. He can feel himself growing hot under his scales, and his cock slides out of his sheath as Gern presses a thumb along his cloaca.
“Oh you’re getting all nice and ready for me, aren’t ye?” Gern pressed two fingers deep inside, and Tiberius felt a loud moan force its way out of his throat. “Betcha’d look so good filled up with my eggs, wouldn’t ye? Roosting so pretty, claimed just for me”
The threat is empty, Tiberius doesn’t have the inner workings for egg making, but somehow the thought of being claimed by this annoyingly, handsome dragonborn was exhilarating. He pushed back on Gern’s fingers, trying to speed him along.
“Hurry will you? I’m not about to be made to wait for something like this”
Gern chuckled above him and leaned over Tiberius’s back.
“Yer bossy as any Draconian I’ve ever known,” He said, languidly dragging his tongue around the base of Tiberius’s horn. He did speed up his hand though, stroking the inside with blunted claws and making Tiberius shake with every thrust.
After a moment he removed his hand, keeping Tiberius’s tail pinned out of the way. Tiberius felt him position his cock right at the edge of his cloaca and teased the opening with his head.
“For fuck’s sake do it!“ Tiberius let out another puff of smoke, curling his fingers into the dirt in front of him. He was drawn taught as a bowstring. He could feel his heart pounding in his ears, feel the wetness inside him and the heaviness of his cock. He had never done anything like this, but if something didn’t happen soon, he was going to flip Gern over and sink down on that cock himself.
Then suddenly Gern rocked forward and slid inside completely. Tiberius couldn’t hold back a moan as he was filled, feeling himself gush around the thickness in his cloaca.
Gern chuckled again and rocked forward. Tiberius felt Gern’s claws dig into his hips as he thrusted into him, setting a brutal pace that sent jolts of pleasure up Tiberius’s spine.
“Oh fuck,” Gern growled, before biting down on Tiberius’s shoulder. His teeth dug in between the tough scales and worried the skin a little. Tiberius yelped in pain and pushed back against the thrusts, feeling a dull ache build inside him. His body wanted release, but he was held just on the edge.
Without warning, Gern shoved in and came hard. As Tiberius felt hot cum drip out of his cloaca, Gern let a bolt of lightning travel through his throat and down his teeth into Tiberius shoulder. The pain ignited something inside him and, faster than he expected, his orgasm raced through him. He felt his cloaca clench down on Gern’s softening cock has his back arched, and more cum slipped free.
Panting, Gern moved back, letting Tiberius’s tail fall from his shoulder and rest on the ground. Tiberius slumped over, feeling the aftershocks of the electricity pulse through him a few times.
“Well, enjoyed yerself didja?”
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Hope you liked it!