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Wriothesley tore through the waves, gasping for breath as the beginnings of his heat coursed through him. His shark tail whipped back and forth behind him, human arms propelling him through the water as he dove deeper, searching for any place he could hide. It was spring again, and he could already sense the little clutch of eggs growing inside him, wanting to be fertilized by a strong mate.
As a rare male shark with a cloaca instead of claspers, he’d always hunted and lived alone, the scars on his body a proof of it. It was easier that way, and he was more than strong enough for it.
Then, every year, he hid himself away during his heats, suffering through them until they passed. Coupling with another shark was out of the question. Any he’d ever approached had treated him rudely, some of them even outright mean, and other creatures usually had no interest in him at all, unable to detect the pheromones he put off.
Even so, when the season came around again, he found himself wanting it. To finally find a creature who would tend to him in the way his body needed, who wouldn’t mind his massive size, his muscles and scars and the strength of his tail, or the way his cloaca leaked, or his secret longing to finally lay a clutch of eggs.
He avoided sharks and mermen, until he reached the open sea, swimming further and further until the heat began to addle his brain and he knew he had to pick a place to settle down and work himself through it.
Diving a little deeper, a rocky outcropping drew his eye, and then a small cave, too dark on the inside to see any further.
It was perfect.
Darting down, he swam through the entrance, barely big enough to fit his bulk. The tight tunnel wasn’t nearly comfortable enough though, and he continued deeper, hoping the cave would open up further in.
When he saw that the waters were growing brighter, he almost feared it would dump him back out into the ocean, but... instead, he swam out into a large cavern, lit by a soft blue glow that must have come from some of the long plants flowing down the wall further in.
Almost as soon as he entered, he bit back a gasp, his entire body tense and hot. Quickly, he swam towards the smooth wall on the opposite side, moaning as he melted back against it. Sliding one hand along the edge of his cloaca, his thumb pressed at the slit, coming away covered in slick.
He needed... needed something inside him. Tail tip thrashing, he gasped for breath as he pushed two fingers into himself, moaning as they sank in easily. Leaning his head back, he pressed them in deeper, eyes falling shut when he felt a slight shift in the tides around him.
Tearing his fingers out from inside his slit, he shrank back against the wall, suddenly alert as the low blue light of the cave began to shift. From deeper within, a low thrum sounded, and Wriothesley darted towards the crevice he’d come through as the water around him vibrated with that sound.
Before he could reach it, something long and sinuous moved in front of it, and he realized the blue light hadn’t been plants at all, but the long undulating rhinophores of what appeared to be an enormous serpent.
No, not a serpent, because it had four clawed feet that came off its long body, its head long and narrow. Its scales were a dark blue with smatterings of white, and a thin blue frill ran down the length of its spine.
This was a dragon.
Wriothesley swallowed, darting back to the wall he’d been leaning against, looking for somewhere, anywhere he could hide. The dragon wasn’t overly large, but it was big enough to eat him in two bites, even if it couldn’t fit him into one.
Heart thundering in his chest from the heat and the adrenaline, a sudden wave of dizziness overtook him, and he froze in the water, back arched, stunned as his winded body protested all these sudden movements.
It wasn’t just that, though. The dragon was... the dragon was letting off pheromones, too.
Wriothesley turned to meet those bright lilac eyes, its slit pupils pure white. Before he could bring himself to move any further, the dragon had crossed the cavern with two great thrashes of its long tail. It didn’t close in on him entirely, but curled its head around to one side of him, tail on the other, wrapping around the water he floated in threateningly.
“Little shark,” the dragon rumbled, its voice vibrating through the currents. “What brings you to my abode?”
Wriothesley trembled, staring into its bright lilac eyes. He hadn’t known the dragon could speak, although he’d always heard that dragons were clever creatures, and exceptionally rare.
“I,” he swallowed. “Your abode?” Well... shit. “Forgive me for tresspassing, I had no idea. I was just looking for somewhere to hide. Now, if you don’t mind, I’ll just be on my way.”
He started to swim, but the dragon only closed in further.
“Not so fast,” it rumbled. “You smell...” It leaned in, and Wriothesley started to shrink back, but he paused as the dragon’s muzzle neared him, nostrils wide as it breathed in his scent. Now that he could see it more closely, he realized that the dragon was incredibly beautiful. The way its scales shimmered in the light from its rhinophores was strange and wonderful, and he suddenly found himself wondering how they felt to touch. If they would be rough or smooth, if the dragon’s muzzle would be soft beneath his hand.
“You are in heat,” the dragon said softly.
Wriothesley let out a ragged breath and nodded. There was no use denying it when it was incredibly obvious. “That’s why I was hiding. To stay away from the other sharks.”
The dragon tilted its great head. “Why would you want to stay away? Though admittedly, I know little of the mating rituals of sharks.”
“Because,” he said, “I’m male, but...” He brushed his thumb along the edge of his cloaca, shuddering. “I was born with this. The other sharks would be happy to fuck me for their own pleasure, but none of them ever actually cared about me.”
He wasn’t sure why he was suddenly confiding in this dragon. He didn’t know the dragon at all, there was just... something in his eyes that suddenly made Wriothesley feel like he wasn’t truly that dangerous after all. He almost felt... a sense of comfort.
The dragon rumbled slowly in thought, breathing in his scent again. “You wish for a tender mate?”
“Y... yeah.” He flushed as the dragon’s snout moved just a little closer, its sharp gaze fixated on him.
“I have been lonely for a very long time, little shark. So, in a way, I believe I understand. My species is all but extinct. I have never in all my long years met another like me.”
Wriothesley stared up at the dragon, thumb running along the edge of his vent again as he shuddered, narrowing his gaze. “What are you suggesting?”
“I am suggesting nothing,” the dragon said, drawing away again, and Wriothesley almost found himself disappointed. Still, its coils remained where they were, loosely encircling him. “But I am offering my aid, if you so wish it. Perhaps I could treat you in the way you have been seeking. Of course... I will also allow you to leave this place, provided you swear to tell no others of its existence. Despite my loneliness, I wish to maintain my solitude.”
“Your aid,” Wriothesley said, stumbling over the words.
The dragon tilted its head, rhinophores perking up. “You are intrigued?”
Wriothesley let out a slow, shaky breath as he considered it. Admittedly, he was intrigued.
“I’m carrying eggs,” he blurted out, instead of giving the creature a straight yes or no. “An unfertilized clutch. So, if you take me, then...”
Another low rumble moved through the water, and Wriothesley found that the vibrations left him trembling, his slit gushing with slick.
“Were I to have a successful clutch with you, it would be a triumph for my species.” He thought he saw the dragon smiling, a hint of mirth in its serpentine eyes. “Regardless, whether or not it takes is of little consequence to me. I leave the choice to you, little shark.”
“Wriothesley,” he said. “My name is Wriothesley, and...” He swallowed. “I agree to your proposal, dragon.”
“Neuvillette,” he corrected, and Wriothesley took in a shuddering breath as the dragon’s coils began to close in around him. “Oh, it has been so very long since I’ve experienced carnal delights such as this. Little shark... Wriothesley. I look forward to pleasuring you.”
At once, the dragon’s tail moved in, wrapping around his own thick shark tail, winding up around his chest, until the thinner part of its tail encircled his neck, holding him loosely in its coils.
Wriothesley gasped at the strength of him, holding onto the dragon’s tail, fingers sliding along smooth blue scales as the dragon leaned in, opened its great maw, and dragged a long, thick tongue up along his throat and over his cheek.
Wriothesley groaned at the feel of hot breath against his skin, of a warm body cradling his own for the first time since he could remember. The tip of his tail thrashed in the water, his slit almost impossibly slick. The dragon’s coils moved over his skin, over one of his nipples, and he let out a low moan as sharp fangs brushed curiously over one of his ears, the dragon snorting softly into his thick black hair.
“Please,” Wriothesley found himself moaning, clutching the dragon’s tail tighter.
“Ah, so needy,” the dragon rumbled. “And smelling even sweeter than before. How lovely...”
One clawed foot gripped his waist, another his hip, and the dragon tilted him back ever so slightly, nosing its way down his neck and over his chest, nuzzling and licking at his skin as Wriothesley moaned, until at last it reached his vent.
Warm breath moved over his slit, and Wriothesley let out an undignified whine, tail twisting faster in the water as the dragon’s tail tightened around him, holding him still.
A soft, gentle muzzle pushed against his folds, snorting as he pressed lips and fangs to Wriothesley’s entrance. Then his jaw parted and that long, thick tongue licked tentatively as his slit.
Wriothesley let out a desperate gasp, nearly sobbing at the feeling of such an enormous, hot tongue prodding at his aching hole, licking tenderly at the slick gathered along the edges.
The dragon purred in satisfaction at his taste, and his tongue pushed its way between Wriothesley’s folds, licking its way into his slick cunt.
Wriothesley had never felt something so good inside him before. His own fingers were all he ever had, but they were never enough. And though he’d occasionally tried to use long carved stones or anything else he could get his hands on to simulate a cock, that was only ever barely enough to satisfy him. But this...
Wriothesley couldn’t help but cant his hips up, arching his back, his eyes closed, clinging tight to the dragon’s tail as he moaned. That thick, hot tongue licked against his sensitive inner walls, the dragon rumbling softly as he tasted Wriothesley’s sweet slick. Then he parted his jaw wider, sank in deeper, fangs brushing tenderly along Wriothesley’s skin as Neuvillette’s tongue pushed deeper than he even knew was possible, filling him up better than he’d ever been filled before.
He felt like he was on the verge of hitting his peak already, and the dragon’s tongue pushed deeper still, until it bumped up against something deep inside him that had Wriothesley’s eyes flying wide open. A loud sob worked its way out of his throat as Neuvillette pressed against that spot and his body suddenly sang with pleasure, the orgasm that coursed through him nearly jolting him out of his skin.
He sobbed brokenly as his cunt squeezed around the dragon’s tongue like he was trying to milk a cock, gasping and groaning as his body twitched involuntarily.
What was that?
A moment later, the dragon slowly pulled out, and Wriothesley whined and reached for his great head, taking it into his hands and pulling him close, until the dragon was headbutting his cheek and nosing at his chest with something bordering on affection, letting out a low purr as Wriothesley held him close, fingers curled against soft scales.
“The entrance to your womb,” the dragon informed him, licking at his fangs and pushing his head against Wriothesley’s, those great eyes fixed on him. “So very tender and sweet... I could not resist.”
“I—” Wriothesley was still trying to catch his breath, his gills fluttering. Neuvillette’s tongue licked along his collar bones, then up the side of his neck as he trembled. “I didn’t even know that was there...”
The dragon tilted his head. “Truly? Wriothesley, do you mean to tell me that this is your first time laying with another?”
“I’ve pleasured myself with my own hand,” he said, just a tinge defensive, then sighed. “But with another... yeah. It is.”
Neuvillette’s tail tightened a little more around him, all four clawed feet clutching his body close as the dragon positioned himself. “Then... I will take you slowly. I feared I may be too much for you, but you took my tongue very well.” He purred again and Wriothesley found his hips angled towards the dragon’s belly. As they aligned, he looked down to examine the cock that had emerged from Neuvillette’s slit.
What he saw, prodding at his belly, was not one but two.
Each of them were thicker than Neuvillette’s tongue, deep blue and ridged along their lengths, with what looked like two knots already swelling up at their bases.
Wriothesley swallowed.
“You needn’t take both,” Neuvillette assured him. “Not until you’re ready.”
Not until you’re ready.
Wriothesley shuddered. He was in heat, and a shark was meant to take two claspers, though another shark’s would be much smaller than this. Regardless, he was more than familiar with the ways in which the cloaca was meant to stretch. He’d always noticed just how easy it was to pull himself open when his heats struck him. But first... just one.
He nodded, and the dragon brought him closer within his coils until the head of one cock slid along the edges of Wriothesley’s slit. Wriothesley whined, arching his hips, curling his tail back, and rolled against him. His heart raced in his chest, breath caught in his throat as he felt that thick head parting his folds.
Whining softly, he pressed his hips up a little higher, his nipples caught against the dragon’s scales as he was held tight in those warm and surprisingly tender coils, and the dragon’s cock pushed into him.
He gasped, eyes rolling back in his head, clinging to the dragon as that thick, ridged cock pressed inside. Growling, his tail twitched, and he instinctively turned his head to sink his teeth into the dragon’s tail as his growl turned into a whine, biting at those hard scales instinctively. The dragon let out a low growl in turn that had heat racing through Wriothesley’s body, thick coils squeezing him tighter.
The thick cock inside him opened him up even better than the dragon’s tongue, filling him just the way he knew he’d always needed, pushing in deeper and deeper.
Wriothesley whimpered around his mouthful as he felt his entrance opening up a little wider around the dragon’s half-inflated knot, shuddering and letting out a hitching sob as it popped inside, the lips of his slit finally sitting flush with the dragon’s. Even that contact felt incredibly good, and he moaned as he tried to fuck himself, rutting against the thick cock that filled him, grinding the sensitive lips of his slit against the dragon’s scaly vent, the second heavy cock sliding over his hip, pressed between them.
The dragon stilled and Wriothesley gasped softly. The dragon’s cock was inside him. He was going to be fucked and bred like he always wanted, and he leaned over to get his teeth on the dragon’s neck, biting down again as the dragon’s hips rolled against his own.
When he angled just right, he could feel the head pressing against that incredibly sensitive place inside him—the entrance to his womb, where his little clutch of unfertilized eggs lay—and his entire body lit up in heated pleasure.
With a low growl, the dragon rocked his hips, fucking deep into him before pulling out just enough that Wriothesley’s entrance stretched around his knot. Wriothesley shuddered and moaned, sharp nails dragging over scaly hide, his teeth biting at the dragon’s neck and chest, trying to find purchase on rough scales as he let out another growl of his own.
Just as he’d promised, the dragon was a tender lover. His hips undulated like the waves, a rhythmic push and pull that had Wriothesley arching and moaning, clinging to him desperately, biting at him instinctively again and again as the dragon’s tongue dragged over the three thick scars that marked his throat, a memory of a hunt gone poorly. Just as the creature that left those scars had tried to do, this dragon could have torn him to shreds in an instant. Instead, here he was—cradled in his scales, taking his cock, biting him like he would a mate and letting the dragon breed him.
Wriothesley’s eyes opened again, breath heavy, gills fluttering as he gasped. He was almost certain he could feel the dragon leaking precum inside him, could feel that heat in his belly and he groaned and ground down harder, shoving their hips together. Tilting his head, he stared up into the dragon’s large, bright eyes, those white pupils now wide as they took him in.
Gently, he took the dragon’s face into his hands, pressing his lips against Neuvillette’s mouth where it parted to reveal rows of sharp teeth, the kiss sweet at first before he arched his body and whined in need, parting his lips to drag his own sharp fangs over the dragon’s.
“Fill me up,” he said, shuddering as the dragon thrust into him. The head of that thick cock bullied the sensitive spot deep inside him, every ridge sliding along his aching inner walls, knot opening him wide. “Yes— fuck, yes—”
Wriothesley threw his head back, trying to encourage the dragon to fuck him harder, faster. Reaching down between them, he grabbed the dragon’s other cock, and Neuvillette let out a wheezing, desperate roar, thrashing his head and squeezing Wriothesley in his tail as his fingers played along the dragon’s length.
It was just enough to throw the dragon into a frenzy, and Wriothesley moaned uncontrollably as he was held tight and fucked, truly fucked for the first time in his life. It was absolute ecstasy.
The dragon’s tongue pushed at Wriothesley’s lips, not caring at all about the sharpness of his teeth as it plunged into his mouth, licking into him until it bullied the back of his throat.
Wriothesley came with an aching cry as the dragon thrust in hard and deep, and Neuvillette dragged his tongue out and roared loud enough that the seas vibrated around him, angling up against his womb as he spilled his load deep inside.
Wriothesley could feel it filling him up as the dragon’s knot swelled. It inflated his belly, flooding his insides, and he smiled and gasped and rolled their hips together, almost delirious with pleasure as more and more cum pulsed into him.
The dragon’s knot was huge, and Wriothesley whined as he fucked himself onto it, dragging out his own residual orgasm and the dragon’s, who growled and squeezed him but never too tightly, the tip of his tail thrashing, claws digging into Wriothesley’s skin.
Sliding his fingers down the dragon’s other cock, Wriothesley squeezed just above the knot until Neuvillette wheezed and shot cum from that one, too, the knot inflating between them. When Wriothesley shifted his fingers down, grabbing his knot tight in his fist, Neuvillette let out a roar of pleasure, cum pouring out of him, covering Wriothesley’s torso and the dragon’s tail and chest. There was so much of it, he could hardly believe how much must be inside him now.
For a long time, the dragon rocked into him, spilling again and again. Every time Wriothesley thought he was done, there was more, until his cunt and his womb were heavy with it, his belly distended and sensitive.
The dragon didn’t stop coming until his knots began to deflate again, coils relaxing their grip around Wriothesley. As they loosened, he found that he had scale-print marks across his skin where the dragon had held him tight, but found very quickly that he enjoyed the dragon’s mark on him, regardless of how temporary it was.
With that amount of cum, though, it was very likely the dragon had left a much more permanent mark deep inside him. A fertilized clutch for him to carry.
Wriothesley groaned when the dragon’s cock slid out of him, the length so thick and heavy, he could hardly believe he’d managed to fit the entire thing inside, and he was already thinking about taking both.
For the moment, though, they were too worn out for another round, and Wriothesley took the dragon’s face into his hands again, kissed his mouth and his soft nose and the fangs that protruded from beneath his upper lip, peeling his own lip back to nip at that leathery skin.
“Thank you,” he said genuinely. “No one has ever shown me so much kindness.”
The dragon let out a rumbling purr. “It pleases me greatly that you are satisfied. Perhaps it was your pheromones that drew me to you, but... I find myself growing quite fond of you already, Wriothesley.”
Wriothesley let out a little laugh, kissing and nipping at his snout. “And I, you, Neuvillette. So, it wouldn’t be an outrageous request for me to ask if I can stay here for the rest of my heat?”
“And even longer if you like,” the dragon assured him, already purring. “That would please me greatly as well.”
Wriothesly’s hand slid down over his belly, and he smiled. It was a good thing the dragon said that, too. It would be a little while before he knew for sure, but if he was expecting eggs, he was going to need help hunting and watching them when he laid them. This cavern, too... it was a fine place to lay a clutch.
“I think I’ll take you up on that.”