Dragon Princess Impregnated (Patreon)

Boricker disrobed fairly quickly, without flair nor delay. It was a dispassionate moment, and in itself that was a problem. Boricker, as it stood, wasn't standing. As he stood before Forja, he offered her an almost apologetic frown. "I'm afraid this isn't exactly the sort of situation that gets me going."

Forja actually felt somewhat insulted. "You mean to tell me my body is not enough for you?" she argued, bristling a bit, feeling insulted to her core. She had crafted her humanoid body with... okay, so it could have had more effort put into it, but she had still made it!

"No, no, by all means, you are an attractive, uhm, dragon," he said, sounding a bit contrite. "But... well, I will not lie fair princess, you looking scuffed, dirtied and sullied is not exactly an image that takes me to the heights of arousal!"

"So... ugh, come here," she said, "get closer."

The elven prince seemed hesitant. 

"I know how to make a man hard," she said, "come here, I will fellate you!" she said, full of energy and clearly not willing to delay. "O-Only enough so that you become erect!" she said, tone about as firm as jelly.

Boricker nodded, and took a step closer to Forja, putting himself in reach for her. 

The dragon gulped and, for the first time in her life, decided to perform an act of sexual service for another living being, out of her own will. It was her own suggestion, and something deep within burned at the thought of how low a Mighty Dragon had fallen, how a single insect, one elf, had cast her down from the skies and put her in chains.

But if he had thought this would break her, he was wrong, and nobody would stop her from doing everything she needed to in order to escape his machinations and his grasp. Not even an elven prince's inability to get hard at just the sight of her majestic perfection.

If he couldn't do it himself, then she would take it into her own hands! Or mouth, in this case, as she began licking at the elf's flaccid penis, the small member tasting much like nothing. Good hygiene made it not an offensive act at least.

She licked him all over, and the very moment he began to stir even a little, his cock rapidly reacting to her minstrations by pumping blood, by increasing its heat, stretching, little by little becoming bigger and bigger, and more reminiscent of the cock of the King.

She took Boricker into her mouth, and began bobbing her head back and forth as best as she could, repeating the motions that Borick had forced her to do. It was way better to do them herself, she realized, as she felt a lot less strain, even as she fought the chains a little.

Boricker seemed to enjoy it at any rate, as he tried to keep quiet, not break his silence, while she worked him to full mast, his cock finishing its growth, the darker skin of his prick head contrasting nicely with the pinker skin that surrounded it. She swallowed the precum and saliva mix that filled her mouth.

She didn't want him to cum in her mouth. That was not what they were here for.

"It's time, you're hard... can you get behind me or something?" she asked.

She was chained on her knees, it was a bit of an awkward position, as she was held firmly to the ground unable to move her legs much, with her neck, her wrists, her wings, her tail and her ankles all having short chains.

Boricker nodded. "I can move your chains a little," he said, as he got on all fours beside her, and with a bit of work, began to move her about until she was able to get on all fours. Her strength and endurance were naturally built into her body to a certain degree, and she was more than able to move despite the long confinement. 

Chalk one up for those who are unaware of the limitations of lesser beings.

Boricker moved the bricks that her chains were connected to almost like they were moving through water, and the purpose of such a system rapidly became clear to Forja when she thought about how the Elven King might have wanted to be able to torture his prisoners without setting them free, and move their bodies about to string them up in different ways.

Still...

The elven prince began to touch her vagina. "We have to prepare you, too," he said. "If we don't it will be unpleasant for both of us."

She hummed. A disgraceful part of all of her experiences was that even in such a situation, her body was responding to the elven prince as he began to touch her lower lips, which didn't take long to begin moistening, to excrete the lubricant that prepared her for penetration, for mating.

She felt her heat start building up at the core of her being, at the pit of her stomach, like the molten core of a volcanic mountain, as his fingers massaged her lips and, with a bit of adventurous spirit, split them and revealed her almost steaming hot pussy... into which the elf stuck one of his slim, well manicured fingers.

She hissed. It was the very first thing she'd had there in so long she couldn't even remember, it felt like she'd been locked here for an eternity, and all of that time was spent putting coal into an oven that was never fully allowed to burn.

The pressure was increasing, and then she gasped in shock as she felt something short, wet and quite soft on her most sensitive part, as she felt herself getting even wetter by the second, two bodies working together to get her pussy ready for mating, for procreation.

"I'm, it's ready..!" Forja said, forcing herself to remain calm and quiet, trying to be strong and not let on that she had quite enjoyed the act. "Co, come on," she said, moving her hips slightly, from side to side, as if inviting him to go ahead.

He nodded, gulped and got himself into position behind her, bending his knees until his cock was level with her vagina, a slightly awkward position that would allow him to thrust into her while mostly relying on her stronger body for support, rather than getting on his knees on the hard stone.

He took a deep breath. "Once we start-"

"Stop dallying, I'm not- just do it, I'll gladly take this humiliation over the death of my mind and spirit!" she shouted.

"Right," Boricker said, grabbing onto her hip with one hand and keeping his cock steady with the other as he began to push his cock into her willing and ready pussy, though he had to push rather forcefully as she was just inhumanly tight.

As expected, the princess' first time was one to be remembered, but it would almost certainly not be a memory that she was fond of, and yet, as her lower lips were split and she was penetrated for the first time, she could not deny that what she felt was neither humiliation nor pain, but sheer unadulterated delight. Hers was the body of a woman, hers was a body denied satisfaction, a body that had been made to participate in sexual acts without being relieved.

For the first time in so very long, she was getting her needs met, and absence had made her cunt grow fonder, as she felt the first orgasm in what felt like an eternity ripping through her body, causing her to shake and her pussy to squeeze around the half of an elven cock that the prince had managed to push into her.

Between her wild, potent orgasm and the blowjob she had given him earlier, prince Boricker wasn't long to cum either, and as the crazy pleasure overcame him and he slammed himself as deep as he could go, causing her to shriek in combined surprised and pleasure, the second orgasm that triggered in her broke through his resistance, and he went wild thrusting inside her.

Their voices filled the otherwise silent and empty prison, as he pounded her from behind, again and again and again, until he closed his eyes. "Here it comes..!"

"Inside, in-inside me!" she growled, "don't you dare pull out!" she said, doing what she could, rocking her hips into him, barely having enough conscience left to try to squeeze her cunt as best she could, as the elven prince hilted himself and cried out, voice trembling as he orgasmed.

His cum was not overly plentiful, but it was a nice and big load, and it was an intensely satisfying feeling as she was seeded for the first time in her life, being host to a man's genitals and his semen for the first time in her life made Forja feel a deep sense of fulfilment.

But even as she basked in the pleasure of that sensation, her mind sharpened and she turned back to him, eyes glinting. "We cannot be sure, and I cannot afford for this to fail... continue!"

Boricker gulped, but as the Princess of a faraway nation desired, he only took a moment to collect himself and catch a breath, clearing his throat. "Are you-"

"Yes! Do it!" she shouted, "breed me!"

She was not asking out of overwhelming lust and sexual desire, but she was speaking with passion, with heat and with feeling, and the words she said were enticing nonetheless, and that was enough, as Boricker's sexual need was ignited, and he restarted fucking her ass, hard, fast and powerful, giving her exactly what she wanted.

He fucked her through her own screaming orgasm, and even continued through his own, continuing to thrust into her, as they mated for a long period. Not for one day, but every day that they could, as the princess wanted absolutely no chance that she would be anything but impregnated. 

Sometimes Boricker followed his brother, taking the Dragon Princess' behind as the King left her high and wet with his usual forceful mouth fucking, sometimes Boricker took her early in the morning, in days his brother would not come.

She found herself even looking forward to Boricker's presence, after his brother got her ready to go... and as the day grew ever nearer for the moment of truth, she could not help but feel a deep seated elation. The day of her freedom. She had plans. She had ideas. She was ready.

It would all come to a head soon, and she could not wait to see the sun again.