Humanbound [NON-PONE] (Warning: Bestiality)

>Nobody said being a dragon knight was going to be easy.

>But this time the difficulties you face aren’t of your own manufacture.

>Something went wrong.

>They knew you were coming.

>What started off as a normal hired hit turned into something so much more dangerous than an initiate like you was trained to handle.

>You flew in with Natasha to the location of the enemy encampment.

>A standard job – some interested party wanted this place razed to the ground, and Natasha wasn’t one to disappoint.

>You spied the camp from your lofty vantage point, high in the sky.

>50 tents, with the enemy leader’s opulent own sticking out like a sore thumb in the middle of the soldiers’ drab, basic ones.

>You’re not sure whether he’s a centurion or a general from the amount of decadence that you can see at this range.

>It matters not; he’d be a pile of nameless ash, just like the rest of them, soon enough.

>You’d try to spare the horses, though.

>They’re innocents in all of this.

>You had performed hits like this in the past plenty of times.

>The order, while being noble keepers of the draconic kin, still needed to eat, and so took on these assassination assignments from time to time.

>That was, so long as the employer had enough coin.

>From what you heard at the briefing, this job was paid for in vast excess, and upfront.

>Therefore, he had managed to afford someone reliable to get the hit done.

>Namely, you.

>You swooped down with Natasha, her huge black wings casting an ominous shadow over the camp.

>There was seemingly no reason to worry.

>You had performed many hits in the daytime – there wasn’t much weaponry that could harm Natasha.

>Those thick scales of hers could repel all but the mightiest of attacks.

>Archers would be a problem for your less durable hide, but Natasha knows to prioritise those targets first.

>She likes munching on their leather armour.

>As you draw close to being in range to command Natasha to attack, you get a suspicious feeling that something is wrong.

>A camp of this size should be bustling with activity during the day.

>But not a soul is to be seen.

>”READY, MEN? FIRE!”

>Suddenly, the fabric of the tents were ripped off to reveal their dastardly innards.

>A sea of arcuballistas pointed their gleaming tips into the sky.

>50 targets just turned into 50 lethal killing machines, all gunning for you.

>You pull hard on Natasha’s reins.

>Her wings flex and strain to convert her downward momentum into uplift.

>She manages to pull her bulk upwards just in time for the first massive bolts to go shooting just underneath her stomach.

>Those siege crossbows look like they pack a punch.

>With that much draw weight behind them, they’d have no problems piercing Natasha’s less armoured belly from the ground.

“Natasha! We’re leaving. Someone wants us dead.”

>Natasha barks in agreement and banks around, heading south.

>Protocol, despite your dearest wishes, is not to head straight back to the order.

>It is better for you to die than to endanger the whole order by revealing their location.

>You and Natasha fly towards a wooded area in which you hope to find cover.

>Looking back, you see the camp bustling with activity.

>The soldiers are well trained, and waste no time in turning the artillery to face you.

>Soon enough a fresh barrage of bolts are chasing you, and you and Natasha are forced to take evasive action.

 

>That was two days ago.

>Since then, the troops have hounded you constantly.

>They had troops stationed everywhere, and they sent out the cavalry after you, too.

>Each time you try to land, you’re forced into the air an hour or two later.

>The lack of sleep is starting to take its toll.

“Natasha, how are you doing?”

>You give Natasha a reaffirming pat on the neck, to which she responds with a very tired sounding grunt.

>Even though her soaring pace doesn’t take much energy, the length of time she’s been awake has left her exhausted.

>And you feel the same way.

>You need to find somewhere to land soon.

>Circling around the same territory again, you spy a place to land near a river.

>Natasha gracefully lands her load, and you alight from her back.

>She groans with relief from finally being back on the ground.

>You rub her nose consolingly.

“There, there, girl. We’ll get out of this. Just wait until the order hears about this.”

>You’re sure they’ll love to hear of the ambush and your daring escape.

>That is, if you do escape.

>Right now you have a source of fresh water, and there are no angry men in the vicinity.

>You take this as a small victory.

>You take out your rations from Natasha’s saddle.

>You didn’t anticipate staying away from HQ for so long, so you’re starting to run low.

>Still, you share what you have with Natasha.

>Offering the food on the palm of your hand, Natasha’s tongue snakes out of her mouth and wraps around it with surprising dexterity.

>It does make sense, however.

>Dragons, being the big creatures that they are, use their forked tongues to interact with small objects and prey.

>Not everything can be solved with fiery breath and crushing talons.

>She draws the meagre meal into her mouth and swallows it whole.

>She looks at you expectantly.

“I’m sorry, Nat. We don’t have that much to go around at the moment. I promise you that you can have an elk when we get back.”

>Natasha’s worried expression doesn’t dissipate from her face, however.

>She lowers her gigantic head and nudges the food in your hand closer to your own face.

>She wants you to eat.

>It’s times like this that you marvel at how gentle your dragon companion can be.

>One part vicious killer, one part apex predator, and one part caring friend.

>You smile to her, putting on a brave face despite your tiredness.

“Don’t worry about me, Nat. I’ll eat once we’re safe. We should look for some shelter.”

>With any luck, the two of you might be able to get some rest.

>Natasha uses her honed dragon senses to scan the area for a place to settle down.

>Her eyes soon focus on a waterfall a little further up the river from where you landed.

>She doesn’t need to vocalise to get your attention.

>You know her well enough to know when she needs you.

>The two of you walk to the spot that Natasha picked out.

>You don’t want to burden her any more with your weight.

>The waterfall looks inconspicuous enough until you get a little closer.

>As you approach you can see that there is actually a cavern behind the waterfall.

>It’s big enough for the two of you.

>Natasha has already fallen in love with it, judging from her enthusiasm and eagerness to get there.

>You have to hold her reins to stop her charging in.

>Even though the cave itself looks safe, you still have to be on the lookout for troops.

>Your caution is unwarranted, as you reach the cave safely and settle down with no trouble at all.

>You’re relieved to finally have found a bit of respite, and lie back on your bedroll with your hands behind your head.

>Your gauntlets aren’t entirely comfortable, but you can’t afford to take off your armour in case you need to make a quick getaway.

“Okay, Nat. Let’s try to get some sleep. I’m... bushed...”

>You barely finish your sentence before your heavy eyelids close on you.

>You hope you get to sleep well for a few hours this time.

 

>You are now Natasha, the dragon.

>Your rider and human companion has just fallen asleep.

>He’s so tired.

>You know he’s been run ragged by those other humans chasing you.

>He’s had to stay alert for both of you.

>You love how he tries to provide for you both.

>He takes care of you and feeds you.

>He protects you and grooms you.

>He even sated your desires when you last went into heat.

>He’d make a fine drake for your brood.

>But right now, he’s vulnerable.

>Sure, he’s in his armour, but he’s not at his peak.

>You wish there was something you could do to make him feel better.

>He didn’t even eat his food earlier.

>You curl your neck around him, resting your head next to his torso.

>He looks so fragile and squishy up close, but you know that to be only skin deep.

>Within him roars a fire just as fierce as yours, and on the hunt he makes a fine partner.

>A partner...

>Perhaps it’s time to return the favour that he gave you before.

>Your serpentine tongue slips out from between your lips, tasting the tension-charged air in the cavern.

>Already you growl with excited anticipation for what you’re about to do.

>Gently nudging him with your head, you annoy him enough to get him to turn over.

>In doing so, he has exposed his back to you.

>And along with it, those weird strappy pieces of leather that hold his armour on.

>He uses his dextrous hands to buckle them fast, but you don’t have such luxuries.

>Instead you are forced to use a much more dangerous method of declothing him.

>Your teeth.

>The irony is that the armour is enchanted to resist your bites.

>You learned that back when you didn’t trust your lover.

>The leather, however, is not.

>VERY gently, you bite the straps that bind his cuirass to his chest.

>His armoured shell pops open, and you nudge it off him.

>It seems you might have been slightly too enthusiastic in your biting, though.

>The underclothing that acts as his last line of defence against oncoming attackers, and also as a cushion for his armour, has been bitten in a rough line down his back.

>Oh well, might as well take it off too.

>Your tongue grabs a hold of the shredded wool and tears the last remaining strands that your teeth managed to miss.

>Now his top half is exposed completely to the open air.

>And your predatory, gazing eyes.

>They roam over his well toned angles and muscles, taking in how much of a magnificent specimen he is.

>He may be no dragon, but you’d sooner trust him to protect your brood than any of the pompous whelps back at HQ.

>His skin is covered in hard-won scars from past battles.

>Each wound is a stitch in a magnificent tapestry of war that serves as a testament to his ability.

>Just thinking of his battle prowess is starting to stoke the fire in between your legs.

>Perhaps you can convince him to actually give you his seed this time.

>You yearned for it in your last heat, but he only used his meaty arm on you.

>It was good, but not as good as it could have been.

>This time you’ll work him up into such a frenzy that he’ll have no choice but to fuck you senseless.

>Once again your tongue shoots out of your mouth.

>This time you can taste his sweat.

>With his skin exposed, his scent is so much stronger.

>You snort steam with your arousal.

>He stirs in his sleep, but is too exhausted to wake up.

>It leaves him completely at your mercy.

>You move forward with your tongue, tracing his pectoral muscles.

>They’re chiselled and strong, capped with his small but cute mammalian nipples.

>You especially like those.

>Your delicate tongue tips dance circles around his sensitive skin, tickling him, but only leaving a faint trace of a sensation.

>A slight grimace appears on his face, but he doesn’t wake up.

>You continue your tasting session, stroking down his firm abdominal muscles down towards your prize.

>As you descend, you can taste his masculinity more strongly in the air.

>You’re so close to it now.

>Your seeking tendrils slip under his belt.

>From now on you work by a combination of touch and taste to find his manhood.

>Following the scent of his musk, you quickly come to his turgid member, excited from your earlier caresses.

>You force your way further into his pants, now too excited to give any heed to subtlety.

>His belt gives way to your prising muscle, and his trousers split open to give you a good view of his crotch.

>Finally free, his cock springs upwards, rearing up to its full length like a majestic stallion on the plains.

>His wild, forceful length entices you, and you find yourself unable to resist playing with it further.

>You take his shaft in between your twin tongue tips.

>Your nimble muscles in one half of your tongue grasps the underside of his glans firmly.

>He moans weakly in his fitful sleep.

>With your other tongue tip you start to swirl around his crown in slow circles.

>Even unconscious, the pleasure from your slick organ causes him to groan.

>”N-naaaaat...”

>How appropriate; he’s dreaming of you.

>You endeavour to turn his fantasy into a reality.

 

>You are no longer Natasha.

>And since there’s one other entity in the cave, that narrows down who you’re likely to be.

>Either way, you’re having the craziest dream.

>You’re getting the best blowjob from a woman.

>Well, she’s not exactly a woman.

>She’s a svelte, yet large busted dragoness – jet black in scales and white in muscle.

>Her two-tone body is only broken by her beautiful pink nipples which adorn each ample breast.

 

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>She breaks her tender licking to address you, her eyes boring into yours with a fiery intensity.

>”Take me. Give me your seed, my drake,” she whispers.

>Her commands are absolute.

>You daren’t disobey her.

>She lies on her back, spreading her leathery wings and curling her powerful tail underneath her.

>Spreading her legs, she gives you full view of the flower that lies between them.

>Her hidden lily, concealed by her normally tightly bunched muscle bands that run the length of her body all the way to the underside of her tail.

>It drips with sweet nectar with a familiar spike of spice...

“N-natasha...?”

>Your words seem slurred, almost as if you are intoxicated.

>Surely it’s the mere presence of this scaled beauty that has reduced you to a quivering mess of a man.

>Nevertheless you strive to push yourself forwards, trying your best to ignore how amazing your cock feels right now.

>Never before has it felt so sensitive and aroused.

>The swirling sensations that you are experiencing are unlike anything you’ve ever felt before.

>You can feel yourself reaching your peak, even though you haven’t penetrated this goddess before you.

>All at once you succumb to the pleasure that wracks your mind.

>Jets of thick cum erupt from your rod, coating the scales of the woman in front of you.

>She is a mosaic of monochrome – white on black – human on something so very inhuman.

>A pair of her clawed fingertips sensuously trace a pattern through your creamy offering.

>She brings the liquid to her maw and slips her flexible tongue out, tasting and savouring your flavour.

>”Mmmm...” she coos with approval, “Delicious, but entirely in the wrong place. Give me more, this time, inside.”

>Then, just as suddenly as she came, she evaporates in a puff of grey smoke.

>You’re left in a black void, confused as to what just happened.

 

>Then you open your eyes.

>The roof of the cave that you and Natasha took shelter in greets your tired eyes.

>How long have you been out?

>What’s that sucking noise?

>Why is it so cold?

>And what’s that smell?

>You look down to see Natasha’s bulky body in front of you.

>Her neck extends around behind you.

>You follow it to your other side to come face to face with one of her slit pupils.

>She stares at you.

>Your vision is torn from hers to follow her tongue, which protrudes from her mouth.

>She’s licking something.

>She’s licking you.

 

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“N-nat?! What are you doing?!”

>Natasha growls in response to your question.

>It’s a growl you recognise, and it speaks volumes about her intent.

>You remember hearing that growl the night that you fucked her with your arm.

>It signifies her arousal, and works in tandem with her scented juices to create a hot and heavy atmosphere.

>Natasha releases your member from her slimy grasp.

>You notice as she retracts her tongue that it’s covered in white goo.

>Could it be...?

>You look down at your engorged cock.

>She gave you a blowjob?

>Whatever is the meaning of this?

>Did this have something to do with your dream?

“Nat, I don’t understand...”

>Natasha bears her teeth in what you imagine to be a reptilian parody of a smile.

>She uncoils her neck from around you and motions with her head to her legs.

>She rolls over onto her side and closes her eyes.

>Once your eyes lock onto her drooling slit, you understand completely.

>Natasha wants you.

 

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>You get up, bones and joints popping in protest.

>You disregard your soreness.

>Something infinitely more important lies in front of you.

>Your hand traces the bumps of her muscle bands as you move down her belly.

>She’s at ease with you doing so, even excited by your touch.

>You pace slowly and cautiously, taking care to avoid the massive claws of her hind legs.

>They could tear you to shreds if you displease her.

>You resolve internally to not let that happen.

>Once again you find yourself in a familiar position, sitting on your dragoness partner’s hind leg, staring at her sopping wet sex.

>Your arm moves almost naturally to her vulva, choreographed by the memory of that last encounter with Natasha so long ago.

>You spread her lips to reveal her porcelain white innards.

>She groans with approval.

>You cup your hand into a point and bring it to her quivering flesh.

>As soon as she feels your bony appendages slide inside her, she twitches and bucks, barking in response.

>You fucked up.

>But what did you do wrong?

>This is exactly what you did last time...

>Natasha growls at you, craning her neck from her relaxed position to glare at you disapprovingly.

>She doesn’t want your hand this time.

>So what does she want?

>”Give me more, this time, inside...”

>Your mind recalls your vivid dream from minutes ago.

>Does she want...

>Your cock?

>You look down at the offending article.

>You’d like to say that you’re still hard because of the dream you had earlier.

>But that would be denying how turned on you are by being so intimate with Natasha in all her gigantic glory.

>You can feel her inner heat again at this range.

>It’s a permeating warmth that seeps through to your bones in this dark, dingy cavern.

>Her juices emit her unique scent that tickles your nostrils.

>And yet for her comforting presence, the ever apparent threat of her animalistic, apex predator nature makes your pulse race with frightened excitement.

>So your cock has no trouble staying hard for your lady.

>The problem now is that you’re relying entirely on your member to placate your dragon partner and quell her wrath.

>You stand up, straddling Natasha’s hind leg again.

>She looks on intently, ready to punish you at even the slightest hint of a mistake.

>Hesitantly, you line your throbbing rod up with Natasha’s drooling slit.

>Her radiant heat feels incredible on the tip of your cock.

>It only gets better as you slowly insert yourself into her.

>Natasha throws her head back with delight.

>You struggle to stop yourself doing the same; your desire to please your partner your only resolve against it.

>And that desire is fuelled by your self preservation instinct.

>With remarkable ease you hilt yourself in her slick depths.

>The first thing you notice is her penetrating heat.

>Combined with her sticky wetness, it feels like you’re sticking your cock into a freshly baked pie.

>N-not that you know what that feels like.

>The other thing that you notice after you start thrusting is that Natasha’s vagina is... capacious.

>This isn’t surprising, considering that she took your entire arm up to the elbow before.

>It’s not that it feels bad, but you can tell already that you’re going to make no progress towards your orgasm from her pussy alone.

>Natasha doesn’t seem to be as concerned as you.

>In fact, she’s enjoying herself quite a lot.

>She’s huffing smoke and grunting from your mere presence in her cunt.

>It must be quite sensitive.

>Sadly, you don’t share the same capacity for pleasure.

>You need to do something about this, and fast.

>And that’s when you get an idea.

>It’s risky, considering what happened before, but it’s the only thing you can think of now.

>Slowly, while keeping up your thrusts, you slide one of your hands down Natasha’s belly to her cunt.

>You slip one finger, then two underneath your shaft, effectively increasing your girth.

>Immediately Natasha is alerted to your plans.

>Her eyes go wide and her head jerks up to see what you’re doing.

>You freeze in response to her sudden movements.

>Your heart hammers in your chest as you wait in silence for Natasha’s verdict.

>Her eyes narrow at you...

>And then she lays her head down once more.

>You have gained her approval.

>Letting out a breath that you didn’t even know you were holding, you pick up your thrusts once more.

>You add the rest of your fingers to the two that you slid into Natasha’s vagina.

>Your thumb follows after and then your palm.

>Finally your entire fist is in Natasha.

>And she is loving it.

>You can feel her inner walls being stretched by your immense girth.

>She clenches rhythmically in powerful pulses in time with her heartbeat.

>It forces your hand to clench around your cock, providing the tightness that you so craved.

>Finally, you feel that you can start enjoying yourself properly.

>You start stroking yourself while in Natasha.

>Masturbating internally is completely different to anything you’ve ever experienced before.

>Natasha’s copious amounts of lubrication provide you with the scope to go as fast as you want, and being positioned in her hole allows you to thrust into your fist.

>All this, accompanied by her encapsulating scent and warmth create an incredibly erotic cocktail that makes your brain spark with arousal.

>Your hips pump to your heart’s content, and you hold nothing back from your dragoness mistress.

>She wouldn’t want you to, anyway.

>”Give me more, this time, inside...”

>Your dream echoes once again in your head.

>You can’t shake your orders, nor would you want to.

>You want to give your all to this creature, so that’s what you do.

>Your fist works in contrast to your thrusts, providing maximum friction for your eager cock.

>Natasha’s chest labours with hitched breaths in response to the sensations from her nether regions.

>She grunts and groans and huffs as she rises to the heady heights of rapture, thanks to your continued efforts.

>And “efforts” is the right word.

>As the heat rolls off Natasha’s stomach, it makes you sweat as you grunt with exertion.

>Your fatigue from your exercise is only exacerbated by your previous tiredness and the now stifling aura that Natasha exudes.

>Thankfully, however, you feel yourself reaching your peak.

>Your intense masturbation session is coming to an end.

>Natasha’s grunting is becoming more high pitched, too.

>She’s going to blow as well!

>Your hips move as a blur as you thrust with all your might into your hand.

>Your bicep strains to move your hand faster inside Natasha.

>Natasha’s vulva convulses reflexively to your determined motions.

>And then, all at once, it happens.

>Your semen gushes from your tip in a torrent of white stickiness.

>It blends into Natasha’s white, marbled depths, but is washed away mere moments after with her squirting orgasm.

>She roars as her mind swims in complete ecstasy.

>Your work here is done.

>And just as well.

>Because you see blackness overtaking the edges of your vision.

>Your exhaustion finally catches up with you and you fall onto Natasha’s muscular leg as you pass out.

 

>You are once again Natasha.

>And you may be experiencing just the slightest twinge of regret.

>Your plan to reenergize your drake has ended up with him passing out on your thigh.

>And now, because of your roar, you can hear those other humans closing in on you.

>You need to do something.

>You lift your limp rider up onto your back as you formulate a plan.

>You’re going to have to solve this dragon style.

>Without your rider to direct you or scold you, you’re free to deal with this as you please.

>And there’s something you’ve wanted to do since this whole incident started.

>Your advanced draconic hearing picks up the movement of troops outside the cavern.

>”Okay, men. They must be in here. On the count of three. One. Two.”

>You charge out the cavern spewing hellfire from your serrated maw.

>The troops, who were waiting for the third count, are caught completely unawares.

>The main force is incinerated instantly by your flames.

>The rest of the men dive to take cover, allowing you to spread your wings and take to the skies.

>Only once you’re airborne does the commander manage to bring order to his troops.

>”You fools! Don’t just stand there! Chase after her! Quick! Into the woods!”

>Right where you want them.

>You circle above the forest treetops, shrugging off the arrows that the smarter men are firing.

>Once you have them all surrounded by easily flammable material, you deal with them like a dragon should.

>You firebomb the place.

>Instantly the forest turns from lush green to incandescent red.

>You hear the screams of the foolish humans who tried to hurt you and your drake.

>Their anguish is just barely audible over the raging inferno, but your sensitive hearing picks it up.

>You lick your lips.

>Delicious.

>You turn to check on your passenger.

>He sleeps soundly like a whelpling, ignorant to the carnage around him.

>You already know you’re in for a good telling off when he wakes up.

>It was totally worth it, though.

 

>The council was surprisingly understanding considering the circumstances.

>You lost control of your dragon and she ended up razing an entire forest to the ground.

>However, what pissed them off was that you lost your armour.

>You turned up, naked and covered in ash back at HQ, with Natasha curled up around you defensively.

>Her head was dangerously close to your crotch.

>It turned out, though, that the order thought it might have been a trap anyway.

>They “thought you could handle it” if it was.

>Whatever.

>Either way, they spun it so that as part of your punishment you had to smith your own replacement armour.

>That stuff was made using enchanted dragonfire, so forging new ones, the punishment extended to both you and Natasha.

>So here you find yourself hammering away at a particularly stubborn piece of sheet metal, whilst Natasha blows more fire into the forge.

“This is all your fault, you know? If you hadn’t bitten off my armour...”

>Natasha stops blowing to give you another reptilian smirk.

>You sigh.

“Yeah, okay. I guess it was pretty hot, what we did.”

>Natasha blows a puff of steam.

>You can tell that she doesn’t regret a thing.

>She rolls over onto her side, exposing her belly to you.

“Again?”

>Her tongue flits out coquettishly at you.

>You sigh once again.

>You guess you can take a little break from smithing for a while.

 

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