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This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.
All work is fiction intended for fantasy only, regardless of content, and consent must always be acquired when engaging in any sex act with another adult.
Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.
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Derrick growled in the back of his throat, clutching his sword in two hands as he approached the castle. It towered above him, though the clouds above it were soft and wispy, not as foreboding as he may have expected on reaching the dragon’s lair.
With the drawbridge down, he crossed to the entrance hall, framed with stone pillars, a grand air filtering through its regal halls. Still, he took careful step after step, the knight wearing full plate armour, though it had become muddied and sullied during his long, arduous journey.
“Oh,” a feminine voice purred from the shadows. “I see my husband-to-be has arrived…”
“What…”
He grunted under his breath, his hands shaking, though Derrick tried to hide it the best that he could. Yet only a greater knight than he could have held fast as the dragoness sashayed from the shadows. With a thick, curvy body, her hips were wide and her tail swung back and forth with every step, drawing the eye to the round of her flanks. Most of her scales were a soft, dusty pink with grey tones running down her underbelly and the underside of her neck. The membranes of her wings, between the spines, boasted the same shade of grey, although it was the green of her eyes that drew him in.
Derrick took a soft breath, his grip on the sword slackening.
“Who… Who are you?”
The dragoness smiled, two frills on either side of her cheeks quivering faintly.
“I am Amana and I’ve been expecting you, my dear. How kind of you to rush all this way to me.”
She murmured as she stalked up to him, standing roughly nine feet tall at the shoulder, although Derrick didn’t seem able to take a step back. Frozen in place, his jaw fell ever so slightly slack as he relaxed a little before her.
“Stay back,” he warned. “I am Derrick of the noble line of Harvestor knights — and I have come to see you slain from this castle!”
“Mmmm…”
Amana exhaled warmly, pink smoke flooding from between her jaws. It swept around him and he inhaled deeply — for what harm could come from something so light and so feminine? He was an experienced swordfighter, although Amana had dealt with nobles like him before. On being exiled from her land, she’d sought out ones like that, just for the lure they brought her.
Yet Derrick was the finest of them all. The pink smoke swirled around him as he inhaled deeply, his chest expanding as if he needed to increase his lung capacity just to take it all in.
“I have many lovers here,” she breathed, “but none as fine as you, my darling. Breathe in for me now, so sweetly.”
Derrick did so, though his head was lightly foggy. Where was he? What was he doing? He didn’t know what was going on, although that didn’t seem so much of a problem. All he could see was the beautiful dragoness standing before him, raising a hand to stroke her muzzle as she sweetly dipped her head towards him.
“Come to me… My big, strong, virile man,” she crooned, enticing Derrick to her as he stepped closer, dropping his sword with a clang. “You have food with you, mmm…”
She inhaled deeply, though another rush of pink smoke came as she exhaled, washing over him again. That time, Derrick’s lips curved into a smile.
“Yes…”
He swayed but didn’t know what he was doing. His horse trotted into the entrance of the hall, nickering, and he rushed to unload them of their saddle bags. Of course, his supplies had remained with the animal, yet Derrick nearly tripped over his own feet in his haste to get back to Amana.
He had to be there, he had to see her. Even though he’d gone there to slay the dragon, somehow the thought didn’t enter his mind anymore. However, it was not a bad thing to be submissive and serve the brood mother dragon, after all, as Amana purred and took him into a more luxurious room with soft furnishings sized for a dragon like her.
Stretching out on a plush pillow, she licked her lips, the tip of her tail flicking back and forth.
“My darling, you are wonderful,” she murmured, peppering him with her smoke while his eyes fixed on her, shining at her compliments. “To feed me so, how kind, how kind… Come now, feed me.”
“Of course, Amana, everything for you, Amana.”
The words flowed easily from his lips and Derrick didn’t think twice about them, for they simply seemed natural. He withdrew fruit from his bag, which had been picked nearby, and she opened her jaws for the sweet treat, letting him place each piece in there.
“Mmm…”
Amana hummed happily as she was fed, licking off her lips daintily of any juice between every morsel and bite.
“What a good knight you are,” she murmured. “You are going to look after me so well.”
More and more food entered her maw and Derrick shuffled in closer, trying to satisfy her. There was fruit, but there was also smoked meat and some berries he’d gathered, along with cheese. The dragoness turned her nose up at the hard, stronger smelling cheese but delicately curled her long, flexible tongue around a milder one, scooping it up into her mouth from the palm of his hand.
“Are you full, Amana?” He asked anxiously once all the food was gone. “I can fetch more for you! Just let me know what you want!”
“Oh, no, my dear,” she said, nuzzling his cheek. “You are everything I need. A hunter and a gatherer…”
He blushed and rested his cheek against hers gently, though a swell of shyness pulled through him. That was unexpected, but he leaned in closer to her, wanting to share in her warmth. His hand brushed over her soft scales as if he was in a dream.
“You’re so soft,” he breathed. “It’s wonderful.”
“Oh, thank you, darling,” Amana purred. “I do my best to keep my scales oiled and in good condition. You should help me with that.”
“Yes, yes — of course!”
Pleased to be able to serve her more, Derrick grinned goofily, his heart beating a little quicker. His armour got in the way, however, and he stripped off the heavy plates with a clang, down to his leather under armour and cotton garments.
“Rub my belly, Derrick,” she murmured, offering the round of it to him. “There was so much food…”
Another wave of pink smoke pulled around him, but Derrick didn’t even need it to obey. Being so close to her was alluring and something at his groin tingled, though he didn’t really know what it was — not when every ounce of his attention was focused on the dragoness. It was as if nothing else mattered, the rest of the world outside Amana’s castle dropping away.
Who needed to worry about that? He blinked, his vision going in and out of focus as he breathed as slowly and as deeply as he could. Derrick, however, couldn’t seem to get a full breath, letting more and more of that pink smoke infiltrate his lungs.
It was right. And it was so very sweet as he inhaled it, rubbing her belly as requested.
“Mmm… That’s right. All over, darling.”
He did as she asked, rubbing over her stomach and down to her hips and thighs where he could reach. At least Amana wasn’t all that large of a dragoness, though she was still a fair bit larger than he was; it meant he could reach most of her, even if he had to think about what he was doing. Her legs were tight and he spent some time massaging them for her.
“Mmm…”
The dragoness hummed happily as he worked the soreness and tightness from her legs, digging his thumbs in and swooping them through the knots he found there. As she relaxed increasingly, Derrick followed her lead, even when she demanded a little shortly that he rub her toes too.
Derrick’s hands skilfully swept down her legs, finding a talent he had not even been aware of. Being a knight was about service, after all, but so much more than that too. He wanted to please her, to do everything for her, breath catching in his throat as he rubbed between her toes and gently pulled over the scales to the claw at the tip.
Amana grunted, a full-body ripple going through her as he looked up the length of her body. She knew exactly what effect she was having on him and loved the play as much as she enjoyed the moment when her subject would not be able to hold back for a single moment more. Her smoke removed inhibitions and made her chosen ones more susceptible to her lust, which was more than amenable to Amana. She didn’t truly need to force them, though she already had a rather sizeable harem of males.
What a lucky dragon she was!
“Mm and now the inner thighs,” she groaned, spreading them a little for him, inviting him back up to a more erogenous zone.
Derrick grunted, quivering in his clothes. He was hot all over and his shaft throbbed, slowly pumping up with blood as it hardened. There’d never been any woman who had the same effect on him that Amana did, even if Derrick would never find an answer to that. The moment he set foot within her castle, he was destined to remain under her thrall, eternally lustful for her and her alone.
That was an okay way to live and better than what many others in the kingdom had. So, why shouldn’t Derrick get to experience just a little bit more of life in that manner too?
He rubbed her inner thighs smoothly, enjoyed the pure act of service. Amana purred and spread them wider for him, drawing his eyes to the slit under what seemed to be her tail hole. The edges seemed raised and puffy. With a shock, he realised that was her pussy and she was displaying herself to him as if it was all the most natural thing in the world.
To her, it was.
“Oh, Amana…”
Derrick breathed her name like a prayer and the dragoness shivered bodily. Oh, it was good to be adored by a new subject and he had simply skilled hands. They were rougher than she would have liked — but they could work out those callouses over time too. He didn’t need to be rough and tough to care for her and serve her for the rest of his days.
Her body warmed, exhaling more pink smoke purely as he was riling her up, her body priming itself for mating. She needed more, so much more, and she rocked her hips back and forth as she rolled lightly on to her back. Her position could have been said to be exceedingly lewd, yet it was a comfortable one for the dragon as she splayed out her wings on either side of her body and let her legs spread a little more, his hands sweeping and massaging up close to where they joined his body.
That was all she needed.
“Yes, Derrick,” she hissed through her teeth, snaking her head back and forth as need coursed through her. “You… I can smell your need!”
If Derrick had at all been in his right mind, he would have blushed heavily, though he didn’t need to. There was nothing at all there that he needed to be embarrassed about, groaning in the back of his throat as he stared, slack-jawed over her body.
“How are you so beautiful?” He breathed. “So strong, so curvaceous… A stunning dragoness.”
The words were simplistic slipping from his lips like that, though Derrick couldn’t think of any more than that with his need flaring. His fingers twitched as if he was losing control of them, although he was in his right way and doing exactly what Amana needed of him.
It all happened in an instant as he growled and Amana howled, a plume of pink smoke pouring from both nostrils and her maw all at once. He clawed at his clothes, though it was the dragoness who ended up ripping them from him, everything coming to a head in one glorious flash of a moment. They lunged for one another and he pounced upon her, tucked between the dragoness’ hind legs as her tail curved around his waist.
“Mine…” Amana hissed possessively, delighting in the addition of another male to her collection. “Oh, Derrick, I am so pleased you have decided to join me!”
An edge of her old, regal air coloured her tone, though that was not what the moment was about as she bent a hind leg and positioned him so she could drag a hind foot down him. Her claws caught and tore through his leather garments and the cotton beneath, though Amana couldn’t press hard enough to tear them entirely from his body.
No… That would have hurt her partner and she couldn’t possibly have that, oh no. He pulled at the rest of his clothing enough to free the rampant spire of his cock, which sprang out against her scales. She moaned, though it merely left a wet smear against the inside of her scaled thigh, even as Derrick pressed in.
“Yes, fill me,” she ordered him, though it was an instruction they both were very much on board with. “Don’t be gentle…unff…with me, darling.”
The dragoness’ heart sang as he passionately rubbed his cock against the edge of her slit, trying to get inside her. She was not as easy to penetrate as one of his kind may have been, but that wasn’t going to stop them. Besides, Derrick would grow used to her body in time, as he serviced her over and over again for as long as his body was willing.
Derrick panted heavily, his mind pleasantly foggy, though who would have honestly turned down sex with Amana if they had been in their right mind anyway? In time, it would not take her pink smoke, charming him into sweet obedience, to sway him, though the heat that exploded through him as his cock brushed her scales was simply explosive. Sparks sang through his bloodstream and he let out a feral growl as he grasped his cock, presenting it to her sex as, slowly, he found his way.
Grinding in slowly, he penetrated her, savouring every inch of his shaft that slid deep, spreading her out around him. Slick arousal clung to his shaft and yet Derrick grunted as he pressed on, deeper and deeper. Amana rocked her hips against him, using her tail around his body to better direct her human servant, though Derrick was right where his mind thought he wanted to be.
“Ohhhh, Amana…”
He moaned out her name and the dragoness grinned, her jaws hanging open while pink smoke flooded around her muzzle, drifting in and out of her teeth. He groaned and thrust wildly, though Derrick was not really in control of his body at that moment. Even though Amana was not all that large of a dragoness, she was still bigger and vastly more powerful than he was. The thick muscle of her tail coiled tightly around him in a single loop and thrust him against her, though he was far more than merely a sex toy to her.
In that moment, they needed one another and he rested his hands on his belly as powered into her with every scrap of energy he had in his body. Derrick moaned and thrust harder, his hips teasing her scales with every deep stroke, though he’d find himself sore the next day when he woke up in his luxurious room in the castle. It would not be a bad life for him, not in the slightest, though the dragoness hissed through her teeth and blew out swathes of puffy, pink smoke.
“Ah, yes… Fill me, breed me,” Amana groaned, her eyes shining with the truth of her words. “Oh, Derrick… Give me an egg from you, seed me full. I need you now… I need you more!”
The dragoness’ head snaked back and forth, an errant wing flung out to knock cushions aside, though neither noticed. They were too enraptured by one another to care as he ground against all the right places inside her vent, the angle of his hips perfect to tease over her hidden G-spot. Yet Amana was more than well-practised with partners of varying sizes. A dragoness like her needed to know how to get their pleasure.
Yet his cock filled her nicely, despite their size difference, and her heart leapt as that cord inside her grew tighter and tighter. Orgasm loomed and she went gladly into it, plumes of smoke swirling around her. Amana was barely even aware of exuding it, but sometimes it wasn’t something she could control as her human love thrust harder and faster into her sex with a lewd, wet tease of their bodies coming together.
As climax overwhelmed her, she roared, blasting away the smoke, her sex clenching and pulling around him. There was little more Derrick could do but be swept along with her pleasure, gasping as he drove in deep and stayed there, shuddering, with an arch in his lower back and his hands splayed out on her thighs just for some semblance of balance.
“Unff… Am…ana…”
He moaned out her name, needing a gasp of air to get her name out, head pounding with lust. Still, he spent his seed inside her, glad to offer all he had to her, spurt after spurt mixing with her arousal. Her tail loosened around him and he leaned over her as his back relaxed, shoulders rounding to stay as close to her as possible.
“Mmm…”
She hummed softly, her pussy rippling around him as if she thought he had more still to give her, though he was only human, only a knight. As the last drops of cum leaked from his shaft, softening, Amana allowed him to pull out and the dragoness rolled on to her side. Curling her tail around him, she swept her wing over him to cocoon him against her side, crooning and nuzzling into her newest human.
“My lovely knight,” she murmured, kissing his lips with a teasing flicker of tongue against his mouth. “Welcome to being one of my many, cherished husbands. You’re going to fit right in here, raising our egg.”
He moaned and leaned against her, a soft smile pulling at his lips.
The knight and the dragoness had found where they belonged.