Patreon Compilation – Fic#127 – Hanzo/Jack – dragon!Hanzo; virgin!old!Jack; oviposition – Challenging The Dragon (Patreon)

Hanzo/Jack – Hanzo is a dragon and Jack is a loyal old knight that came to defeat him. However, when Hanzo smells Jack's devotion to his King, his virginity, he decides that he 1) wants to change that and 2) Jack would make for a perfect egg receptacle.

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Jack narrows his eyes, peering through the trees. He can just about see the gaping maw in the side of the mountain, but his horse has gotten increasingly skittish, so he does not want to force it closer to the dragon’s lair than this.

His gelding seems to take a sigh of relief when he finally gets off his back and leads him a few meters back still to lightly wrap his leads around the branch of a tree; enough to suggest to him to stay where he is, but not so firm that he would not be able to pull himself away and flee if there were danger approaching.

Jack pats his neck and unsheaths his sword from the roll behind the saddle; then he turns around and starts to make his way toward the lair.

He’s an old soldier by now, though reliable. He has seen enough things to be world weary but isn’t completely done yet with servicing his majesty. His bones are not quite creaking yet… though he feels like this feat will be his last one way or another. Either he will kill the dragon, his biggest accomplishment and a worthy end to his career as a knight in the service of his majesty – or he will die trying.

He moves into the cave slowly, one hand at the torch he has dangling off his belt, ready to light it as soon as the light shining into the mouth of the cave isn’t enough anymore. He hasn’t bothered donning his armor; it makes him slow and unwieldy. He rather be able to lunge out of the way of an incoming attack instead of being roasted alive in a hunk of metal.

He never gets to use his torch. He hasn’t been walking for more than a few meters, when there is a sudden scraping sound. Jack immediately stops on the spot, brows pulling together in a frown as he cocks his head and listens… it is pure chance that his eyes happen to land on a part of the wall that moves; as big as his palm, maybe. Beneath the stone is a large, luminous stone, glittering beautifully-

Jack barely has time to register what is happening as the rest of the wall also begins to move. His brain supplies him with ‘eye’ bouncing around his head as he watches with dismayed awe as a section of the wall moves, it’s color shifting from ordinary muddy brown to brilliant blue.

The creature turns its head, its long, snake-like body twisting until Jack is eye to luminous, glittering eye with the dragon he has set out to hunt. He had never heard of dragons being able to shift their hide in the way this monster has done.

He is still staring at the large, intelligent eyes, when he feels the dragon’s tail curl around his middle, pinning his arms to his sides and lifting him off the ground with absolute ease.

“A mate… running right into my den,” the dragon croons, voice rolling through the entrance of the cave like a growl.

.o.

He smells so delicious… squirming and working up a sweat as he tries so hard to worm his way out of Hanzo’s grip.

Hanzo takes his time unpacking this very special kind of gift. He uses his claws to gently hook into the clothes the human wears, pulling them apart and slicing through the tough fabric as if it were mere silk.

The human doesn’t smell fertile, but close to it. Hanzo knows enough of their physiology to know that this one doesn’t have the little ones… but he doesn’t need to. All he needs is a nice warm gut for Hanzo to lay his clutch in.

Oh, and he smells so ripe… nicely aged and beautiful even as he growls at him with a surprisingly raspy voice, throwing threats toward Hanzo that mean absolutely nothing to him.

Only when he has him pinned down, naked and delicious, does Hanzo pause for a moment. A shudder runs through his body as he pushes his nose closer, rubbing it between the tight cheeks of the human to sniff at that little opening he has and lap at it with his tongue.

It has the knight freezing on the spot, seemingly not daring to move a muscle as Hanzo gets to inspect him, curling his tongue against that tender little hole and around his fat balls underneath. The smell is… floral and delicious; a fragrance that hits Hanzo right in his hind brain and pings all his receptors at once.

“Oh… a beautiful little virgin… You walked right into my kingdom, presenting yourself on a silver platter. Hmmm you know when you are in the presence of your better, I see…”

The knight has frozen to the spot; Hanzo can feel the rapid beat of his little heart as he gets that sweet, unused hole lapped at by his tongue. He rarely is in the mood to service anyone – usually he demands to be serviced himself – but for a delicious virgin he has to make an exception; especially one as devout as this man, already being way past his prime and still having guarded this secret little place so admirably…

The knight tries to crawl away… but it is no use. Hanzo holds him in place easily as he curls his long body up to position his cock at the prepared little orifice. He is flexible, allowing him to fold his spine up so he can breathe right against the back of the human’s head while he starts to press his slippery cock against his hole.

.o.

Jack’s heart is beating so fast, he feels like it is going to burst out of his chest at any moment now. He tries to protest the treatment by the devilish creature, yet only gains a mouth full of dirt for his efforts. At the forefront of his mind is his continued service to his majesty. He has kept himself pure just for him; to be the strongest knight there is, most worthy for the excellency of their ruler. He can not be bested by such a foul creature, tempting him with that long silken tongue flickering against his nether regions and lighting a fire in his abdomen-

“Ooohhh…” He’s shocked about the sound he makes as he is spread on cock for the first time in his life. He’s fought so many battles and has tasted the sharp end of so many blades, but this… he’s never felt this kind of fire burning through his abdomen. There is pain, but not… not the pain of being stabbed in the guts by a sharp iron tip.

This pain is slow and gentle; more a pressure, really, as the dragon defiles him and rocks his slippery cock into Jack’s body. Resistance is futile. He can’t even flail his limbs; he is wrapped up in the dragon’s long tail, held to the ground and even tilted up to make the mounting for the beast easier as he uses him to slake his baser needs.

“You will be a beautiful incubator for my clutch… only the best for my offspring – and the warm, silky insides of a virgin are the absolute best.”

Jack hadn’t known that dragons could talk. It had taken him off guard… though he has little time to focus on what the devilish beast is crooning into his ear when he is getting spread open wide and his insides rearranged by the long cock pushing into him again and again. His legs spasm uselessly, his own manhood… dribbling and flexing against his belly, the tip occasionally dragging through the dirt beneath them as if he were a mere pig in the mud.

It is disgraceful and horrid… His mouth his hanging open, saliva dribbling to the ground, eyes rolling into his head. He is losing control over his own body as the fire from his abdomen begins to move through his body and into his limbs.

It’s nothing compared to the feeling when it begins, though. When he is stretched even more, the beast on his back growling low and menacing as it begins to make him the mother of its foul brood.

Oh god, the stretch… the stretch- Jack clenches his jaw, eyes shut tightly as he tries to not make a sound… but can’t keep that up once he feels the very first egg dropping into his belly and distending it notably.

“I will… I will throw myself off a cliff,” he growls, fat drops of sweat sliding down his temples, his body tight and primed and tingling.

The dragon laughs, snout pushing against his ear to insidiously whisper: “I will keep you here, of course… I will make sure you carry my children to term… look how beautifully you stretch for me, that unused, beautiful cunt.”

Jack’s head spins, static filling his ears. What a… What a vile creature. How depraved-

The second egg drops. He can feel it; heavy and round and just inside him, filling his insides and forcing them to mold around the intrusion.

The dragon slowly pulls back a little, his cock producing a nasty squelching sound inside Jack that has his ears hot red. He tries to think of his majesty. Of his kingdom. To not succumb to the allure of the nasty creature…

But he slides back in without a hitch, bumping against the eggs it just deposited in Jack’s guts- and he can’t hold off from shooting his load into the dirt below, body trembling as spasms have his muscles shake.