1.  Dragon in the Sheets
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It was late. Or rather, it was late by the nocturnal dragon’s standards. In less than a bell, the spell bringing artificial daylight to Nodd would be renewed, and Draikk preferred to be out of it before the brightness would make stalking others from the shadows difficult.

He reached the domicile in the outer edges of the Vorn district with time to spare, a small dwelling away from the larger streets. It was a quiet place to live, and while it still felt a little _off_ to him to stay under a roof rather than the open sky, he could appreciate the lack of city noise.

Draikk barely even remembered how he first acquired it. It was a fairly casual act. The former resident -what was it again? Some Lehlt? Maybe a Krudge?- never saw him dropping down from above to make a quick meal of them. At first Draikk only entered the house to sleep off the inevitable torpor from gorging, but he noticed that the resident did not return even after several sleeps. Whether they had decided to stay away from the potential danger of a large predator or were simply unlucky enough to not return to the Court of Resurrection he did not know, nor did he particularly care.

He had to duck his head a little to get through the entrance. The entire place was obviously intended for someone smaller than himself, but at least he was not forced to get down on all fours. Draikk only cast a quick glance at the sparse living room furniture, a couch, chair and table, all of them shuffling nervously as they always did ever since he had made a snack of that jittery ottoman.

But for today, he ignored them, heading straight into the bedroom. It was similarly sparse, containing only the surprisingly large bed that left little room for anything beyond a small nightstand beside it. But that suited the dragon just fine, allowing him to sprawl out on his belly on top of the mattress rather than being forced to curl up on it. Resting his head on his forepaws with a yawn, he soon closed his eyes, starting to drift off to sleep.

Draikk had not even entirely dozed off when he felt something rub up against his thigh, causing the dragon to jolt awake again with an angry hiss. One hindpaw struck out at the intrusion, thumbs on either side wrapping around a thick, cylindrical object. It felt… fleshy? He had just enough time to turn over onto his back to get a good look at the large cock sprouting up from the mattress’s sheath before he felt the soft sheets of the bed wrapping around his midsection and arms, more soon reaching up for the dragon’s ankles.  
  
There was no time for him to reach up and bring his claws to bear before the sheets tightened, pinning his wings and arms to his sides while he felt a similar pull on his ankles, trying to spread them apart. He hissed again, squeezing down tightly on the shaft his paw was holding on to, but it only prompted the bed to jump slightly, shifting within what little space the room offered before similarly tightening the sheets.  
  
Draikk’s eyes widened as he felt the air being squeezed from his lungs, limbs straining painfully against the constricting squeeze. The shock was enough however for him to briefly let go, allowing his legs to be pulled to either corner at the foot of the bed, tail soon pinned down in a similar manner. The dragon knew he was too late to stop what was coming, but he still had to try. Craning his neck to try and tear at the sheets with his fangs proved far too slow and predictable however. The ambulant bed made short work of wrapping more sheets around his neck to pull it back up towards the headboard.

There was a whoosh of air as the constricting squeeze eased up, allowing the dragon to gasp in some fresh air, but the relief was short lived as he let it back out in a whimper, feeling himself being pulled down towards that massive length. He could only hiss out when he felt the vaguely tapered tip press up against the base of his tail, followed by a sharp grunt as it stretched him wide to force its way in. It immediately rekindled his struggles, trying to close his legs, to free his tail or arms… but the sheets held on tightly, instead beginning to tighten around his chest once more.

Draikk had no way to resist the continuous pull of the sheets plunging that thick shaft deeper and deeper. If it hadn’t been for his size, he had no doubt that the bed’s cock would have been too large for him to take, but even as it was it left him feeling far too full when he finally felt it bottom out. It was enough to force another deep groan from him, but what was even worse was that his own body responded in kind, the dragon’s smooth, conical length soon standing proud in the air.

He only realized his mistake too late, as that groan gave the sheets more room to constrict, quickly tightening further around his chest and rendering another inhalation entirely impossible. To make matters even worse, he felt the bed shifting underneath him, a good portion of that massive length slipping free before hammering back inside with a wet slap as the bed’s balls pounded against his rear. No matter how much he squirmed and tugged, the sheets held him tightly in position while that girth was forced in and out of his exposed tailhole again and again.

All his struggles achieved was to burn what little oxygen he had faster, growing the ache in both his lungs and shaft at an increasingly rapid pace. Before long his jaws opened wide, trying to force in the air that was just within reach and yet entirely unattainable. With the burning sensation in his chest growing worse, his attempts to fight became increasingly frantic, claws searching for something, _anything_ to dig into, his jaws desperately working to draw in any breath they might take while his tongue extended outward as if trying to lick up life-giving oxygen.  
  
But none of this impressed his ambulant furniture. It simply kept thrusting into the dragon at its own pace, continuing the rhythmic slapping sounds of flesh against scales while its captive slowly succumbed. Finally it all became too much as Draikk’s hips bucked what little they could, head lifting in a soundless squeal when the next thrust caused his own shaft to pulse with strong throbs, coating the sheets that held him helpless with thick strands of seed. His climax only hastened his demise however, blackness creeping in from the edges of his vision as his tongue gradually took on a darker purple hue of asphyxiation.

As his rear squeezed the large intrusion again and again however, the mattress seemed to take it as an invitation to increase its pace to a similarly frantic speed. Even as the dragon’s strength began to fail him, the bed began to thrust ever harder, faster, rocking its captive with each motion. But Draikk’s eyes were already rolling in his head as he began to pass out, his hindpaws clenching down on nothing as his head began to slump to the side. He barely even felt as the bed hilted one last time, large amounts of cum starting to fill the dragon as he finally passed out.

Draikk did not know how long he was out, but he woke up with another long groan. First attempts to move showed that he was still trapped in the sheets, and that feeling of a large rod of flesh pistoning into him was enough to let him know that his situation had not improved. He took a few relaxing breaths before trying to pull himself up and free his arms from the sheets. “Let go of me, you stupid-”

He got no further in his demand as breath was once again squeezed from his lungs, the rhythmic slapping speeding up yet again as his captor evidently reveled in his struggles. The dragon could only hope that the bed would run out of stamina and set him free before he did. But he remained at the mercy of his furniture, and only it could know whether he would escape or perish...