Dragon Girlfriend (Hisso-complete)

    Recently, there’s been a lot of trouble in the Ruby Empire. The centaur warlord Demir has been conquering kingdoms left and right, so for your safety, you’re being transported away until matters can get sorted. You’ve decided to join a summit in the city of Obresh, hosted by Nictis, and you’ll hideout there for the time being. He’s called together royals from all over the Ruby Empire so discuss the current situation they were all facing. 

    You were on your way there, having not slept for several days due to your motion sickness. Every time the carriage bucked you felt incredibly sick. At one point you had to make the driver pull over. You ran out of the transport and towards the river. 

    A few splashes of cold water on your face and you felt a bit better. You sighed, staring out into the windows with a frown on your face. You felt exhausted and groggy, and along with not sleeping, you hadn’t been eating well either. The motion sickness was starting to drive you crazy. 

    “Your Highness,” your driver calls to you. “We should get back on the road. It’s starting to get dark.”

    You scoff and ignore it, enjoying the still by the river. The sound reminded you of the palace where you lived next to the channel. That was part of the reason your advisors were worried about you. Your kingdom was on such an important channel, they feared Demir would attack without mercy in order to gain access to it. Part of you was willing to hand it over to Demir. You had been crowned king when you were young, only eight years old. You were sick of it. Even asking you were bossed around and told what to do. But the other part of you, the part of you that was a good king, wanted to protect your kingdom. You didn’t like that your advisors had shipped you off like some commodity. You wanted to stay and be a voice for your people. But apparently, you were a better ruler away from them than serving them.

    You stand up from the riverbank and head back to the carriage, only the carriage wasn’t there. You look around, not seeing tracks or anything. The horses aren’t there, and the driver is nowhere to be seen. 

    Suddenly, the carriage crashes down in front of you. You look up, seeing a dragon flying overhead. You take off, running as fast as you could. But you are no match for the dragon. It swoops down and picks you. The last thing you remember is seeing your driver in the distance, already far up the road.

    You wake up with a headache. Rubbing your eyes, you try to see through the blur your migraine is causing. You moan and try to stand up, but you fall back down on the bed. You hear a low growl near you.

    “Who's there?” You groan.

    You hear a soft chuckle. “You slept a long time,” her voice is close by.

    You hold your head in your hands. “That doesn’t answer my question.”

    “Beside you, drink,” she says.

    You see a small table by the bed, and there’s a chalice on it. You take it and drink deep. The water is cold, and it soothes your parched throat. You take a breath and drink again.

    “Are you hungry?” She asks.

    You grunt and look around, “you still haven’t answered my question?”

    She chuckles. “You’ll know in due time. Now, tell me, are you hungry.”

    “No,” you grunt. “My head is splitting apart.”

    She sighs softly, and you see a shadow from the corner of your eyes. “Lay down and rest more,” she says. 

    “Not until I know who you are!” You snap. Your voice causes a ringing in your head, and you double over. “Do you work for Demir?”

    She laughs. “Not at all. I am on my own.”

    You huff and rub your temple. “Just tell me who you are and where I am?”

    “Hisso,” she says. “And you’re part of my hoard now.”

    You grunt. “What?” You turn, seeing something moving beside you. You then realize you aren’t on a bed, but you’ve been laying on the dragon herself. One of her heads lays on your shoulder, and she nuzzles to your neck.

    “You smell so good,” she whispers. Her scales are dark, almost black with a pearlescent sheen to them. Her head is thin and pointed with black frills forming a crown-like shape. She looks at your with golden eyes and she giggles. “My little king.”

    You flinch and look beside you, seeing another head rise up. It’s identical to the first, except the eyes are green. A third head licks your cheek, its eyes are sapphire blue. 

    “You’re safe with me,” she says. “I plan on taking the greatest care of you.”

    You wince in pain, and she licks your neck. “Lay back down, love,” she coaxes. “Rest that headache away.”

    “How can I rest?” You groan. “When a beast wants to keep me?”

    “Humans keep pets all the time,” she murmurs. “Why can’t I?”  

    You lay back and gaze up at the ceiling. You close your eyes, feeling a little relief when you do. Before you know it, you’re out like a light again.

    You sit up in a panic, this time, you’re nestled in a pile of pillows and furs. Your headache is almost gone, just a dull pain behind your left eye. You stand up, feeling your way through the pillows you trip and fall, rolling down the mountain of pillows. You land at the bottom, and you hear a chuckle.

    “Oh no, that was quite a tumble!” Hisso giggles.

    You stand up and gaze at her. She’s not as big as most dragons, but she’s still formidable, to say the least. All three of her heads lowers down and nuzzle against you. 

    “How do you feel?” She asks. “You slept quite a while.”

    You push her heads away and take a few steps back. “I would prefer you not touch me,” you say with a low voice.

    “Oh?” She tilts her heads. “Forgive me, I just find you so cute, I can’t help it.”

    You smooth out your clothes and sigh. “Is there a reason you brought me here?”

    “No,” she remarks simply. “I just saw you and thought you were cute. You seemed upset, so I thought I could try and cheer you up.”

    You furrow your brow at her. “You literally picked me up like some wounded kitten in the wounds didn’t you?”

    She shifts her heads around.

    “No other reason?” You ask. “Not because I’m a king? Not because of Demir? Really? You just thought I was cute and wanted to rub my belly?”

    She shakes her heads. “What other reason would I need?”

    You scoff and grin. You start to laugh, and you shake your head. “This is the strangest thing that’s ever happened to me,” to chortle to yourself.

    Hisso inches closer to your again, her eyes watching you as you laugh. You reach out and pet one of her muzzles. She sighs softly and eases into your palms.

    “If I’m to hideout, why not here?” You chuckle.

    “You were in hiding?” She asks.

    You sigh and sit down at the foot of the pillow pile. “My advisors thought it would be safer for me. With the threat of Demir on the horizon, they said I should hide so he can’t get to me. If I am to hide anywhere, I suppose finding favor with a dragon is the safest way to do it.”

    “You were traveling alone,” she remarks. “Did your queen not come with you?”

    You smirk and glance at her. “Why do you ask if I have a queen?”

    She inches her heads back. “It is just a question. Most kings have queens. It is not such a strange question.”

    You lean back. “No queen,” you answer. 

    Hisso inches back in close. “Such a shame,” she murmurs. “Someone like you deserves a competent lover.”

    You turn your head and look into a set of green eyes. “Why, lady Hisso, are you offering your services?”

    She snorts and giggles. “Perhaps I am suggesting it,” she says and licks her chops. “Single, handsome kings don’t wander alone often,” her voice is a sultry purr.

    Your heart starts to pound. You feel excited talking to Hisso. “I thought dragons were only interested in princesses.”

    “That’s a boring stereotype,” Hisso murmurs. “Oh sure, I enjoy a princess or queen from time to time,” she shrugs. “I love their voices and warm slits.” She licks your cheek, and you feel a twitch in your nethers. “But sometimes, a dragon needs the cock of a king to satisfy her needs.”

    “Whoa,” you whisper.

    She chuckles and licks you again. “My kind has mated with royalty for many generations,” she answers. “Or well, anyone willing I suppose.”

    You swallow back the lump in your throat and sit up. “I must admit,” you unbutton your jacket and fan yourself. “I have laid with some unexpected people. But you, by far, are my most odd offer yet.”

    She chuckles. “Three heads are better than one.”

    You bite your cheek and grin. “Lady Hisso, I didn’t expect such a fine creature as you to be a common seductress.”

    “I am far from common, my king,” she whispers. “If you can’t see that in perhaps I made a wrong choice.”

    I chuckle. “I am curious,” you reply. “What could a dragon like you see in a man like me? Surely you have other dragons who are better suited to the task?”

    “Dragons aren’t usually very cuddly with one another. You don’t see many making friends these days do you? And like you said, dragons discovered long ago that mortal women make sublime mates. Same for dragons such as myself. We discovered mortal men make excellent toys and lovers,” she giggles. “You’d be surprised out well our parts match up. I mean, if you like, you can find out now.”

    You bite your lip to keep from grinning. “I had no idea. That’s quite fascinating,” you inch closer to Hisso. “I wouldn’t think us mortals would compare to the endowment of dragons.”

    “Let's just say we have magic cunts,” she purrs. “We can fit any size, big or small, to suit our needs.”

    You lick your lips. “Well, uhm-” you clear your throat. “Tempting offer, but I am still rather confused.”

    “What confused you?” Hisso asks. “Is if the free sex or the free sex?”

    You smile and hide it behind your palm. “It isn’t that, Lady Hisso,” you murmur. “It’s still a matter of why me?”

    “I told you, you’re cute,” she says. 

    “Besides that,” you reply. “Am I a one time fling or did you intend to keep me?”

    She nuzzles to your cheek. “I would like to keep you,” she sighs. “Sure, I can keep stealing princesses, but I want a mate.”

    You pet her muzzle and smile. “I see. So you chose me as a husband.”

    “Perhaps,” she lifts her heads and looks at you. “If you are so inclined.”

    You kiss her, and she moans softly. “I would like to try,” you reply. You then lean back and open up your trousers, exposing yourself to her. 

    “Oh my,” she leans in close. “You’re rather gifted, my king.” She opens her mouth, one long tongue laps at your cock. Ahead nuzzles to your neck while the other helps you undress. She tugs away your clothes and her tongue lick at your body.

    You grunt and sigh, feeling overwhelmed by the sensation of her kisses. A tongue coils around your cock she brings you into her mouth. She moans and sucks, all three sets of eyes focused on you.

    “Fuck,” you snarl. You can feel her sharp teeth, but that only seems to add to the excitement, rather than your sense of fear. 

    Hisso nuzzles to your cheek and licks in your ear. “How does it feel?”

    “Really good,” you moan.

    She slurps and releases you. Your heavy cock falls onto your belly, throbbing and in need. “Now me,” she purrs. She lays down on her side and moves her tail away. You stand up and go to her back legs. You see something plump there, and it’s dripping wet. You touch it slightly and see her slit inside. It looks surprisingly small, but she did say it was magic. You touch it, rubbing your thumb against it. 

Hisso moans and sighs, stretching out on the ground. “Keep going.”

You slip your fingers inside her. She warm and wet, but she feels extremely tight. You move your fingers inside her and feel her tremble inside. Her moans grow louder, and she coos. She thrusts backward, demanding more attention than just your fingers. You kneel down and lick her. The sound she makes is pure pleasure. She grunts and sighs, her legs twitching as your tongue laps up her ducky nectar.

Hisso rolls over onto her stomach and thrusts backward, smearing herself on your face. You hold her haunches and shove your tongue inside her, feeling her magical cunt contract. She squeals and gasps, a gush of thick cream coats your tongue and you pull back.

“Mm,” Hisso moans, wiggling her rear. “That was so good,” she sighs.

You wipe your mouth. “You seemed to be enjoying it.” You stand up behind her and rub your cock to her slit. 

She giggles and looks back at you. “It was good, but I’ll have to teach you how to do it like some princesses I know.” She wriggles her rear, grinding herself against your cock. “But I want the real prize.”

You bite your lip. “I want it too,” you whisper.

“Then take it,” Hisso moans. “Hurry.”

You align yourself to her slit, slowly easing inside. You feel her stretch to fit you and then tighten back up again. You shiver and slowly start to move. With each thrust, she tightens up, and a gush of her cum oozes out. 

Hisso sighs and moans. Her pleasured sounds are music to your ears. You want to hear more from her. You roll your hips, grinding inside her. She yelps and coos and starts to move backward. She thrusts against you, fucking herself on your cock.

You grunt and moan, trying to keep composure. You don’t want to cum yet. You want to keep going and pleasing her. But you can feel yourself begin to unravel. Her moans and sighs fill your head and soon, you cry out. You shudder and spurt, releasing every drop of your seed inside her.

Hisso moans and bucks. Her heads thrust back, and she giggles with pleasure. “Oh yes. It’s so warm.” She moans and falls over, laying on her side. You huff and pant, nearly falling until she coils her body around you. She licks you and nuzzles, rubbing you until she’s comfy. 

“How was it?” She says after a long quiet spell.

“Wow,” you whisper.

She chuckles and licks your neck. “I liked it too,” she purrs. “So,” she looks up at you. “Do you think being my mate will suffice you?”

You kiss her and sigh. “I think we’re a good match, Lady Hisso,” you murmur. 

She kisses you back, each head fighting for a chance. “I’m so glad,” she whispers. “When you were inside me, I felt so much. Not just lust, but something so deep and meaningful. I felt a unity.”

You lay back, kissing her and cuddling with her. “Tell me, was your father human?”

“No,” she murmurs. “He was a dragon. My mother was human.” She licks your cheek. “My father is Astaroth,” she replies. 

You snap to attention and sit up. “Your father is the dragon king!” You yelp.

“And?” She asks. “

You stare at her in disbelief. “And?” You balk. “Your father is said to have made the Ruby Empire by starting the volcano that erupted and created the land! He’s almost a god!”

“Does that scare you?” She nuzzles to your cheek and neck. “Because he shouldn’t.” She bites your neck softly. “I should be the most frightening creature to you.” She then giggles. “Besides, you’re my mate, and when you help me give him grandchildren, he’ll like you.”

You swallow your heart down into your throat. “Your lineage is just shocking,” you reply. “Forgive me.”

“Don’t worry, like I said, once you sire my children, it will be a different story.” She kisses you with each head. 

You relax a bit, laying against her cool scales. You chuckle softly. “Here I was, thinking I was some important king. When really, you’re the true royal here.”

“I don’t like to flaunt it. I prefer to impress with other means,” she lays a head on your chest. “But now, you don’t need to fear Demir at all. You have me.”

You kiss her head and sigh. “I would much rather have you than a kingdom any day,” you admit. “I’m tired of being king. I’ve held the crown upon my head since I was eight years old. That’s thirty years,” you whisper. “My neck is tired.” You then sigh. “But my people need me.”

“Do you want to go back?” Hisso asks.

“Perhaps,” you sigh. “I don’t know. Part of me wants Demir to have taken over by the time I get back.”

“I can kill him if you like,” she suggests.

You smile at her. “I don’t want you to kill anyone yet. But maybe one day. We shall see. Maybe after we have children.”

Hisso lays her head back down on your chest. “Your children will be heirs to the world. If you want to take it back from Demir, you have all the dragons on your side.”

You smirk to yourself. “Perhaps if I was younger. But right now, I only want you.”