Just Rough

Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Grant moaned, the gold dragon’s legs kicked up and quivering faintly, muscles straining from the effort it took to keep his knees bent and pushed up towards his chest. It helped, somewhat, that he was on his back – but that was the extent of which the comfort in his position held. 

A thick length of dragon dick speared into his tail hole as he tried his best not to thrash on the bed, yet there was very little Grant could do in his position. The frills around the corners of his cheeks, lining the underside of his jaw, quivered as he shuddered in place, simply unable to hold himself back despite everything.

“Heh… You squirm a lot.”

Although Grant would never have said his gold-scaled frame was lithe by any means (he thought he had a fair bit of muscle on him), Jared outstripped him in seemingly every way. The muscled, well-hung, black dragon thrust heavily, his fat meat stretching out Grant’s tail hole with every single thrust. Grant moaned aloud, though he couldn’t quite work his jaw around any words that made sense, desire curling in the pit of his stomach.

Of course, his cock was still mostly-hard on his lower abdomen, resting there lightly. Pleasure ached through it with every stroke of Jared’s cock and he wanted to lean into him: every rough, claiming stroke.

He couldn’t stay fully hard through anal play, as good as it felt to him. Yet that was not the sort of thing that would hinder his enjoyment of their play together in any way. He could still orgasm and climax, but perhaps his cock would not quite be firm enough for penetration if that was asked of him.

That wasn’t something Grant had to worry about in the slightest as he groaned and laid his head back, the pillows set a little far back for him to rest his head on them. But that didn’t matter, not as the drake’s hips slapped furiously into the backs of his thighs and ass with every rough hump.

Smack!

He groaned.

Smack!

He panted.

Smack!

His head swam pleasurably.

Grant felt a little like he wasn’t doing anything, like he should have been doing something to please his partner – or even simply to be a more active participant in sex. It was more his style, of course, but he didn’t usually just lay there when he was having sex either, so that was a new experience too.

Him doing something would have almost been out of place with Jared’s rough, driving strokes, his ass clenching as lewdly as it could around the dragon’s powerful cock. Jared groaned, open-mouthed, his pecs tensing as he powered into Grant, leaning over him as he forced the drake’s legs back even closer to his chest, demanding space and attention that perhaps was not his to claim. 

Yet he took it all the same and Grant snarled, lips peeling away from his teeth only briefly. He was right there in the moment as if the harsh pace kept him there, forcing him to think only of what he was doing, how good every stroke of that mighty member felt. He’d never been fucked quite like that before and Grant’s head spun even as heat roiled and coiled in his lower stomach.

He was close… Yet he’d never been that close from a rough fuck before, looking up between his legs to the red drake looming lusciously over him, a cocky smirk on his muzzle. Jared’s eyes narrowed faintly, only a fraction, and Grant shuddered. Even the look in his eyes was intense, as if he saw something in Grant that even Grant did not see in himself. 

But he didn’t have to. It was just a moment – and he didn’t even have to see Jared again after that night, not if he didn’t want to. The jury was still out on that matter, but he was there in the moment to greedily take it down, his cock pulsing wantonly as if he was going to spill his load right then and there.

Not quite yet, however. He needed more, ached for more, wanted Jared to be the one to bring him there. He squeezed as hard as he could around that thick length of meat and Jared pounded him, grinding in roughly as he used every single inch of his cock to fuck him.

“Ah… Fuck…”

The red drake hammered in, the slick, tight hole too much for him to bear. Yet he was not trying to hold back in the slightest as he fervently ground in, drooling pre-cum the whole time. Even he felt the rise of impact as his hips slammed into Grant’s scales, though the dripping pre-cum, drooling lightly from the join of their bodies, stained the underside of Grant’s tail, right up close to the root.

Until pleasure rushed upon him and his thrusts suddenly sped up into a heady smack of passion. He couldn’t slow his pace, not unless asked to, and there was no way Grant was about to call out for respite. Not as he lost his battle not to cum before Jared did and roared out his ecstasy, his throat sore with the force of his cry, echoing off the bedroom walls oddly despite the soft furnishings in there.

As Grant climaxed, his cock throbbed and shot its load over his stomach, painting his scales in a wet spill of liquid desire. His roar devolved into a groan, every thrust forcing another needy little cry from him, though Grant didn’t care about that. He didn’t care about all that much at all as lust bellowed through him, claiming him in body and mind.

Jared slammed in a final time and gave a throaty grunt, staying buried deep with his cock throbbing. Spurts of cum left him, yet his orgasm came at a moment of peace and the release of desire as he unloaded inside Grant’s ass. He shot his load right up where it belonged and Grant took every heady, wet slop if it, even as some cum leaked temptingly out from his tail hole, dripping to his tail.

His head rolled back, eyes closed. All that mattered in the moment was pleasure, taking and giving, letting his body experience it exactly as was needed.

He was there, exulting in it, body aching and sore.

Grant thought he might spend another deliciously rough night with Jared again very soon… That was, if the drake would have him.