𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠'𝐬 𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐭e

Emperor Rhaegon Drakhar, First of His Name, holds absolute dominion over the nine kingdoms, answering to neither high lord nor tribal council.

For generations, humanity ruthlessly exploited the magical world. That age of arrogance ended when Rhaegon, then a visionary commander, united the magical factions and sparked a bloody uprising against humanity.

Today, his capital, the soaring draconic stronghold of Ashspire, serves as the empire's beating heart, populated exclusively by true dragons.

History folded back on itself as the defeated human population spent the past millennium trapped at the very bottom of the social hierarchy, stripped of their freedom and bound to eternal servitude.

Every thousand years, an unmated male dragon enters a rut so primal that even the most potent sorcery cannot suppress it. Because the dragon king had spent a millennium dodging marriage out of sheer indifference, he found himself facing this rare crisis completely unprepared.

Knowing the impending season would transform every ambitious noblewoman into a predator hunting for his crown, Rhaegon vanished on the eve of his rut from the capital without a trace.

Acting on the quiet counsel of Sir Bucephalos, his Hand and the oldest spectral advisor in the realm, Rhaegon fled to the Eternal Glades. This primordial, hidden woodland is home only to isolationist elves, elusive fairies, and ancient forest spirits.

Deep within this sanctuary, Rhaegon masturbated all day in the freezing currents of the Everglade lake, letting the icy waters numb his raging senses but no matter how much he came it was never enough.

That night, a young human girl named Corinne Winter went into the woods to bathe in the lake after a long day of work at the Eternal Glades High Lord's court.

She was only a maid, and for generations, her family had served as lowly workers to the royal elves. As part of her daily routine, Corinne would slip away from the elves' castle to the hidden lake, where she could enjoy a refreshing bath in peace.

As she neared the water, the clouds parted to let the full moon wash over the forest and the familiar, comforting scent of damp earth and nocturnal flowers vanished, replaced by an overwhelming fragrance carried on the wind. It was intoxicatingly sweet, yet thick enough to feel toxic in her lungs. Pushing through the dense brush at the riverbank, Corinne froze.

Wading in the center of the lake was a dragon so monstrously massive it rivaled three towers stacked toward the sky. Around its colossal frame, the river’s natural, bioluminescent blue glow had warped, turning a fiery yellow that mirrored the sun.

It was the very first time in her nineteen years that she laid eyes on a real dragon.

Before she could think, the beast’s scaled silhouette collapsed inward, shedding its monstrous bulk in a bright blur of magic. Standing in the center of the glowing currents was now a man.

The dragon turned into a man. A strikingly tall man with the most admirable physique ever.

He had a strong square jaw, high cheekbones, and a straight nose that gave him a ruggedly handsome appearance. Framed by long silver white hair, his piercing blue eyes and faint scales along his temples and his chest made him look both regal and terrifying.

After drinking in the breathtaking sight of him, her gaze wandered lower, tracing the hard ridges of his sculpted chest and abdomen before settling on the slow movement of his left hand beneath the water.

His breaths came deep and heavy, each exhale carrying the intoxicatingly sweet scent that had lured her to the river. His hand wrapped around his cock, stroking it with an unhurried rhythm beneath the rippling surface.

With every pump, the thick musk in the air grew stronger, making her head spin. Even concealed by the water, the size of his member was unmistakeably huge.

Suddenly a sharp crack echoed through the forest as Corinne stepped on a dry twig. Rhaegon’s head turned toward the trees and he caught her. The lustful expression on his face was replaced by anger. Corinne's heart stopped for like two seconds then began pumping again at an insane speed.

Before she could run back the way she came, he exploded from the river with terrifying speed. She couldn't tell when enormous dark wings burst from his back or when they vanished again. One heartbeat he was across the river, the next his hand had seized her throat, and her back slammed hard against the nearest tree. The impact knocked the air from her lungs.

His eyes burned like molten amber, as bright as the golden light that had consumed the river, and the air around him trembled with barely restrained rage.

"Who are you," he growled, his voice carrying the deep rumble of a dragon, "and how did you know I was here?"

"Forgive me, sir. I only came here to wash myself. I wasn't spying on you," she managed to choke out, her hands desperately clawing at his large hand wrapped around her throat.

As she struggled, his claw-like nails digging into her skin slowly retracted. For a brief moment, she thought he was letting her go.

Instead, he slammed her against the tree again, harder this time. His grip tightened around her throat, completely cutting off the air from her lungs.

"Don't lie to me. I can smell your fear," he slithered into her ear, trying to control himself from sinking his teeth into her soft skin before pulling back to look into her brown eyes.

"If you were a human girl, wouldn't you be terrified to meet a dragon in the middle of the Everglade River in the dead of night?" she strained. "And what you smell is not fear. It's the normal biological response of every woman within the same radius as a man in rut."

Rhaegon loosened his grip slightly, realizing that his heat must have drawn her here, not because she had been spying on him. And she was a human from this kingdom, not one of those dragon women who chased after his seeds.

Corinne's breathing grew more labored under a bit of relief, and the wheezing sounds escaping her seemed to affect Rhaegon. His cock painfully hardened again despite his earlier attempt to empty himself into the river for relief.

Realizing he had made a mistake by getting so close to her, he grabbed her wrists and pinned both of her hands above her head, making her ragged breathing even more uneven.

Corinne’s mouth began to water, and her senses started to dull from the thick heat he was exuding. The scales across his chest spread once more. His cock began to leak thick, musky precum that smelled overwhelmingly sweet and was as white as milk.

If Rhaegon didn't get away from her, his rut would spiral out of control, and if he failed to release all of his seed, he could end up going berserk.

Just as his fangs were about to emerge and sink into her neck, his amber eyes with their vertically slit pupils returned to their natural blue.

He sniffed the air and felt every cell in his body surge with excitement.

His long, black, scaly tail withdrew from his lower back and curled around her right leg, making her gasp. It slithered up her soft, pale skin like a snake, delivering warmth to her cold body, and the sharp tip of his tail grazed the underside of her panties beneath her dirty white dress.

"You're wet," he stated in his deep voice, frightening her even as her clit contracted in equal anticipation.

His rut was beginning to affect her, and she suddenly found herself wanting to have sex with him out of nowhere.

His tail slipped beneath her underwear and traced the folds of her wet pussy, stroking back and forth so closely that the scales along it gently brushed against her soft inner flesh, drawing faint sloppy sounds with every movement.

Her head turned to the side, and her back arched against the bark of the tree as Rhaegon continued, watching the flushed expression on her face. Yet she neither whimpered nor cursed at him.

“Your essence smells so fucking good," he murmured, his lips hovering dangerously close to hers. His sleepy blue eyes, the same shade as the moon hanging in the empty sky, darkened with hunger. "So good that I want to lick every part of your body if you'll let me."

"How can I deny a dragon during his rut?" she moaned as his stroking continued, every scale brushing against the sensitive nerves between her thighs. More slick arousal ran down her legs as they trembled uncontrollably beneath the movements of his tail.

"So you know your place," he smirked, plunging the tip of his tail inside her, making her scream. "Your pussy is wide enough little human, but my cock wouldn't fit... not yet."

He pushed it in deeper, and she arched hard against the tree, one hand braced against his chest as her own rose and fell with ragged breaths. He drove it deeper and deeper before slowly pulling it free, a slick strand of arousal stretching from inside her pussy to the tip of his black tail.

"Be gentle," she moaned as he brought his tail to his tongue and licked it.

"I don't do gentle little human," he growled, sweeping her swiftly through the air before dropping her onto the grass. "We dragons don't have sex. We fuck. Hard."

He flew them away from the river so swiftly that, before she could blink, they landed in an open field between the forest trees, where the fully exposed blue moon looked down upon them as he loomed over her small frame.

"Now to taste my meal," he said.

He violently tore away the lower part of her dress and spread her legs apart. The smell of her arousal made him bend over and press his face against her panties. He moved the fabric aside before going back to the arousal already dripping down her thighs, then returned between her legs.

He went on and on while she moaned, raking her fingers through his white hair. She bent her neck, looking down at the crown of his head as it pressed insistently between her thighs.

"I'm coming again," she cried as his tongue pace quickened.

Her final cry ripped through the silent forest as she climaxed, and he drank in every last drop, his hands gripping her slender waist as though he refused to waste a single taste.

"Now I'm going to fuck you." His amber eyes ignited once more as he rose to his full height, wiping the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.

In a single movement, he seized her and launched into the air. The wind roared around them before they crashed against the trunk of another towering tree. He held her effortlessly by the backs of her thighs, pinning her against the rough bark.

He dragged the thick tip of his cock along her trembling thigh.

"This is going to hurt for a while," he murmured, his voice unexpectedly gentle.

Then he pushed it inside her.

A loud gasp tore from her lips as he eased deeper, stretching her inch by inch until not even half of him had entered. The size of him made her abdomen tighten, the pressure visibly straining her body.

"It's too big," she cried, tears gathering in her eyes. "I'm going to die if you keep going."

"Take it like a good human girl," he growled. His hands clamped around her waist as he forced her down another inch.

Corinne lost her balance, nearly pitching headfirst toward the forest floor before she caught herself on a thick branch jutting from the trunk.

He didn't stop. He didn't slow.

A wild, almost unhinged laugh escaped him as he drove into her, the sound echoing through the trees.

"Come on, human girl," he growled. "Make Daddy come."

Her moans broke apart into ragged cries as tears spilled freely down her flushed cheeks.

"Fuck... fuck... fuck..." she sobbed. "It's hitting all the right places..."

"That's it," he snarled, his voice rough with satisfaction. "A human girl taking the Dragon daddy's cock."

Without warning, he hauled her upright, then flipped her onto all fours at the base of the tree. She clung desperately to the roots for support as he positioned himself behind her.

"Your insides are gripping me so tightly," he growled against her ear as he thrusted again and again making her head hit the tree, "it's making me want to empty myself inside you."

"Don't let your rut cloud your judgment," she cried out as he dropped to one knee, pulled her away from the tree, and continued thrusting from behind.

Corinne could no longer control the way her eyes rolled back, the weakness in her hands, or the trembling in her legs. Her strength gave out, and she collapsed to the ground. Rhaegon flipped her onto her back so she could look up at him as he loomed over her, his cock already leaking precum once again.

"I'm getting close, and this will be the last time," Rhaegon growled. His cock had swollen even more, visibly heavy with thick, sweet cum. The familiar musky scent enveloped Corinne, clouding her senses once again.

He grabbed one of her thighs and pushed back inside her, sinking in more than halfway, though not completely this time, drawing her loudest moan yet.

He kept thrusting again... and again... and again until Corinne could barely see anymore, her vision completely blurred by tears of pleasure.

"Don't do it," she cried as he drove into her from another angle.

"Milk my goddamn cock," he barked, driving it in as deeply as he could while lifting her lower body off the ground until her back arched and her head nearly touched the earth. He slammed his entire length into her before spilling every last drop inside her. "Take all my seed like a good little girl."

"Fuck... it's filling me up. My pussy can't take it."

"Oh, fuck," he seethed, collapsing against her as the last of his release poured into her. Her soft walls tightened around his shaft, drawing out every final pulse of his seed. "That feels so good. Fuck."