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The dragon has been visible in the northern sky since before dawn, when Kal’s father sent him out to turn over the new planting field for the cardoons and the carrots to be planted in tomorrow.
There will be no women in the village today. None selling wares on the streets, no one ducking out to finish chores, to hang washing, darting across the dirt roads to visit neighbours.
They all know what to do when there is a dragon airborne.
Contrary to popular belief, dragons don’t actually eat humans all that much. Kal suspects it’s something to do with the type of skeletons they have, the meagre ratio of muscle and fat compared to something like an ox or a boar.
If a dragon eats a human, then they’re likely to be spitting up bones for the next few days. Unless of course the creature has the patience to peel back all the skin and muscle and fat all whilst somehow avoiding the skeleton beneath. Kal supposes it’s like filleting a fish but perhaps dragons don’t have the patience for that.
Because they only ever really seem to snatch human women when they’re in mating season.
Kal has heard the stories, the whispers, the crass guffawing about pussy stretched beyond its limitation, forced to carry a precious dragon egg.
He knows what happens to the women after. They might stagger their way back to their village but none can hide a dragon pregnancy for long. The other women often shun them, fearful of being plucked from the sky next, and the men say all sorts of depraved things, curiosity and scorn mixing in their talk.
But most of the women caught by a dragon don’t ever return. Perhaps that means the dragons do eat them after all. Once they're done birthing the eggs but Kal, nor anyone else have ever gotten close enough to a dragon’s den to know anything of the rituals of dragon mating with such certainty.
Secretly, Kal has wondered if the women might actually want to be caught. To be snatched up and taken away and- ravished.
How does a creature bigger than their stone hut, bigger than Lord Orvyn's manor- the largest building in the village, somehow manage to sneak up on a woman and simply pluck her up from the sky? Their wings would have to create their own force, would pick up a dust storm with the mere force the closer they came to the ground.
Wouldn’t they hear the beating of those wings? The power in the sinew and muscle keeping such a large beast aloft?
But Kal knows better than to voice these thoughts out loud. After all, Arne, the town blacksmith who lost his wife to a dragon years ago now has never quite recovered from it.
It has only ever happened to his wife, Sabina, in their village. The only one to be snatched but that was before Kal was ever born. It’s been some time since they’ve last seen dragons with any frequency. Kal remembers the first from when he was a boy, but it had been a dark mere speck in the sky then, harder to determine its shape and size due to it being so far away from them. Even as the other children had babbled excitedly about it when they were all forced to return home.
The one he spotted this morning in the dim light of near dawn was closer and of a different shade altogether. The golden hue of its scales had caught the morning sun as it crested past the mountains and bathed the dragon in astonishing flecks of colour, every inch of it glittering.
A breath taking sight. Even if the creature could easily raze their entire village if provoked. Even if the beast could snatch all of their women if it so desired and their spears and pikes wouldn’t be able to even pierce its flesh.
Notwithstanding that harsh reality, Kal could still appreciate the awe that the dragon inspired.
His father had cuffed him over the head for staring for too long, then sent him out into the field to complete his chores, only a slice of stale bread and small lump of goat cheese swimming uncomfortably in his stomach to serve as meagre breakfast.
Now hours later, Kal doesn’t stop and look up again, trying to place the position of the dragon in the sky. His father would strike him even harder if he were caught standing there like that, leaning against the scratch plough not turning and loosening the earth, creating holes for the seeds to be planted like he’s expected to.
If he hasn’t finished with the field by sundown, if it’s not ready for the planting tomorrow then he’ll be beaten black and blue for his slothfulness. Since their ox died last month and they don’t have the money to replace it, this task now falls to Kal alone. His father is getting too old now for back breaking labour, but not too old to put Kal face down in the dirt if he ever has a mind to complain about it.
He grunts with the exertion of moving the plough forward, inch by agonising inch, skin slick with sweat, and shirtless down to the waist as he works through the midday heat. His father will send him down to the river come sunset and he won’t be permitted any supper until he can wash the stink of sweat and soil, the traces of hard work off of him first. With a glance behind the plough he can see that he’s only a quarter of the way through the field, that he needs to pick up the pace if he’s ever going to be finished in time.
He wipes at his forehead, thinking longingly of the water trough back at the homestead. But his father won’t allow him a break unless he’s at least halfway done with the field, until he’s properly earned it, so Kal grits his teeth and digs harder into the dirt with the plough, thick muscles in his broad shoulders working through the soil.
Although for a second it’s hard not to wish that he was one of the village women, forced inside all day until any hint of the dragon finally disappeared. Until the men announced it was safe again.
But his father would never have accepted such an excuse from Kal. Only the women and small children are expected to hide.
Kal is in the flush of adulthood. He’s meant to start courting next season, though he has no idea which girl to direct any affections towards when it finally happens. Kal hardly leaves the farm most days.
But even so, he can’t help but imagine the fantasy of it now. Being forced indoors all day. Laying about inside where no doubt his father is enjoying the last of the mead and escaping the heat of the sun altogether.
Kal can’t help but picture the coolness of the air in their stone hut, the small cot tucked into the corner of their kitchen that belongs solely to him and where he only gets a handful of hours of sleep a day. Too busy running the farm on his father’s orders.
They have no other farmhands to assist with the chickens and the goats and the two cows, they can ill afford it in planting season anyway. Although his father always hires Kenric and Torsten come harvest. Not out of interest of sparing Kal the labour but simply because he cannot harvest the entire fields by himself in time.
Not before some of that harvest starts to rot.
If there’s one thing his father can’t stand it’s the thought of losing money they might have earned off the other villagers.
Cursing softly when one of the blisters reopens on his thumb, Kal adjusts his grip and thrusts the plough back into the dirt, making sure to clear enough space for the seed to be planted before he moves down the line, leaving enough space in the grid for the next seed.
He’s so focused on his task, that he doesn’t notice the dragon is no longer a shape moving across the sky.
That it is flying lower now, circling.
By the time he becomes aware of the danger it is much too late.
When he hears a strange whistle in the air, Kal twists automatically at the sound but hardly manages to turn his head, catching sight of the gold dragon, wings fully outstretched as it glides across the cabbages almost ready for harvest, covering a distance that would take Kal ten minutes to walk, as it rushes down towards him.
Kal has only a second to react, inhaling a sharp breath of surprise and terror even as he drops the plough and tries to run. There’s the spade tossed thoughtlessly on the laneway next to where he’s turning to soil but it wouldn’t serve as any kind of weapon anyway. It will do nothing to pierce the dragon’s thick hide.
He barely takes one step before the heat of the dragon is hitting his upper body and taking Kal with it, pinned by the speed in which the dragon is moving through the air. Then he knows that he was a fool for ever thinking the women caught might have been seeking their dragons out. Kal has excellent hearing, and beyond that high pitched whistle, when the dragon had been speeding towards him with the sound of air rushing past its wings, Kal hadn’t heard any warning until it was too late to act.
Magic, he thinks in horror because there is no other way to explain the stealth of such a large creature.
Kal feels a sting across his arms and in the overwhelming flash of the field speeding past him as they cover hundreds of metres in seconds, he manages to look up and see the cage of talons in which he is pinned, the sharpness of which two claws have split open the skin underneath his upper arms as the force of the wind pins him to the dragon’s open palm.
The cuts aren't deep but they still sting from the suprise of it even when Kal realises that the dragon has scooped him up against the inner fleshy part of its outstretched claws, careful enough to avoid the worst of the damage its sharp talons could inflict.
Kal understands there can only be one reason for that when the dragon finally plants itself just before the tomato fields at the opposite end of the farm, the ground rumbling under the weight and speed of its descent. Kal barely has a moment to take in the overwhelming speed and change of direction.
Has the dragon picked him up by mistake? Does it intend to eat him?
A second later the dirt is rushing up towards his face as the dragon uses that same paw it scooped him up with to pin Kal bodily to the ground like a human palm might pin a field mouse. He grunts at the force of that strength when he feels the leathery shift of its scales moving against his bare skin, even as he realises that the dragon has only pinned most of his upper body.
The remainder of his hips and legs are free but Kal doesn’t have the chance to move them, when the paw on him gently shifts, adjusting the angle so that the talons around his head bury more deeply into the dirt, intensifying the solidity of the cage and there’s a strange shuffling sound behind him.
Before something thick and weighty is landing upon his back.
Kal smells it then. Something earthy and primal. The kind of animal smell that his body produces whenever he takes his own cock in hand, using grease to slick himself up until his balls are drained and his body is entirely spent.
The women in the village were right to stay indoors today after all.
This dragon is in season.
Kal pants at the thought, a flush rising to his face at his predicament. The dragon is male, Kal can clearly feel its entire length sliding along his spine. Does the creature actually think that it can-?
“Get off me you stupid beast!” he shouts, indignation and embarrassment worming its way into his skin as he struggles. “I’m not a woman!”
Something large and wet slides along the sweaty skin of his naked back and Kal has a second to think, the head, that’s the head of its cock before it erupts against him, the dragon rumbling in what sounds to Kal like obvious satisfaction as it blows its load all over his naked back.
Kal curses at the hot splash of seed, cursing still when the dragon slides its cock back over him, easing over the mound of his ass and along his thighs and calves until the head reaches his base of his feet. It takes a moment for him to understand what’s happening as the dragon come burns into his bare flesh.
It feels hotter than the sun felt on his back at the worst heat of midday, hotter than the river when summer bakes the water like it does the soil, hotter than the friction of his own hand squeezing desperately at his cock late at night when his father is drunk and asleep in the separate room.
Kal curses at the deluge of dragon seed as he’s drenched entirely and the burning doesn’t stop until he feels the puff of hot air against his thighs. His now naked thighs.
The dragon seed, he thinks wildly, remembering the strange sensation of that burning when the come had first touched his skin. Then, magic.
He gasps in astonishment when the dragon edges its snout between his uncovered balls, pressing up until his ass cheeks are simply parting under the pressure, leaving his hole open. Exposed.
And then there is a dragon tongue licking straight against the furled entrance of his asshole.
Kal lets out a shout of surprise, hips bucking as that tongue is moving, up and up, catching at the mess atop his back and licking through it, shifting the thick layer of hot, sticky fluid until it is flowing, quickly, steadily downward.
When the dragon come hits his rim, that incredible heat burns through him like a punch to the gut and Kal’s entire body spasms, even as his asshole suddenly inexplicably loosens, relaxes into something that only opens up when the dragon decides to press its tongue inside.
Kal lets out a moan, red faced at the sensation, because some of the excess of dragon come has now slipped inside of his body, he can feel it burning into him in an exquisitely toe curling way and hasn't figured out yet that this is intentional. That the dragon is trying to push its seed into him, until it scoops up another generous amount from his upper thigh and presses that inside with its thick tongue next.
Kal keens at it the second time around because the dragon has had more success. Is more generous with the next deposit and then he’s squirming when the tongue withdraws entirely. When there’s no other sensation beyond the hot drip of dragon come sliding deeper into his body.
His cock is hard, pressed up between his stomach and the ground but Kal can’t lift himself up to worm a hand between them. The weight of the dragon’s paw on his shoulders and head is too strong. He’s woefully outmatched here against a creature of this size.
It’s just marking territory isn’t it?
Because there are no other females around to carry its eggs. It’s not actually going to-?
Kal stops breathing when the same familiar sensation of the large and wet head of its cock nudges up against Kal’s backside. Which because of the strange effects of the dragon come, already seems to be carved wide open for it.
With dawning horror, Kal realises exactly what its intentions are.
“No!” he cries, attempting to struggle even though it’s futile. “No, please-“
But the dragon doesn’t try to force its way inside like he’s predicting. Instead this time, it blows its next load right against Kal’s loosened hole.
He whimpers when the dragon come already inside increases tenfold, the head of it too large to fit entirely against his hole, so that a significant amount of it splatters outside, spraying against Kal’s lower back, his thighs and across the open ground.
But he hardly notices, too swept up in the torrent of come flooding his hole, spilling deep into his passage and marking him up entirely with liquid heat.
Kal comes on a panting groan, weak and disoriented and still so aroused because whatever magic the dragon seems to possess, it's channelling that magic into warming Kal up from the inside with its come.
There’s a strange pleasurable sensation in his gut as Kal trembles and pants and tries to get his breath back, wondering if the dragon intends to shoot another load into him. Knowing he’ll have no other choice but to take it anyway.
Kal’s toes curl and he tries to rut forward, seeking friction for this cock, some way to soothe the burning and untouched ache inside him but the dragon’s cock is pressing up against his asshole again, seeking out the barrier of his body that is naturally denying it entrance.
Except the head of its cock pushes straight in as if the barrier is no longer there, Kal’s rim simply blooming open around it and he lets out a wail at that first act of penetration, body spasming uncontrollably as he orgasms again, seed splattering into the dirt, a meagre offering for the river of dragon come he’s already bathed in.
Kal whimpers and flexes and strains to get away, to push the creature out. But the dragon simply bears down, angling itself in a slow measured slide and despite all logic and reason, Kal’s body accepts it all without breaking.
It’s the seed, he reminds himself, as he can’t help stiffening up, even when his body continues to offer no real kind of resistance. The dragon exhales another hot breath which Kal feels rush over his skin and he’s spiralling somehow, whimpering and pleading and begging even though he knows this stupid beast understands nothing but the need to rut.
And with all the magic stripping away at his bodily resistance, Kal still feels impossibly full. So glutted with hot, stiff flesh that he can hardly breathe when the dragon continues to press forward. Determined to fill him up with the whole length.
Kal wishes now that he’d taken that first glance of the dragon to determine how big its cock is. Surely not all the magic in the world can make him fit something that felt like it travelled up the entire length of his spine when it was laid upon his back? How have any women ever taken cocks this size? Let alone Kal, who knows his body is not designed for it.
But slowly, inexorably, the dragon manages to press its entire cock inside and Kal only learns of the end because he feels the leathery flesh of its heavy balls against his thighs.
Kal is so overwhelmed with fullness that he can no longer speak but that doesn’t mean he’s oblivious to the fact that the sudden pressure holding him down releases and there’s a shift of movement behind him when the dragon places its front legs into a different stance. Before a sound comes that could almost be the unfurling of wings.
Kal pants out a pathetic noise and weakly turns his head, finally locking eyes with the creature so firmly impaled in him that Kal’s body will never ever belong to him again.
The golden dragon is peering at him with interest and Kal must be imagining the intelligence in its eyes because he almost passes out from the strain when the dragon suddenly rears back, lifting Kal off of the ground due to the sheer reality of being firmly encased on its cock. Kal lets out a shriek at the sensation, the abrupt change of angle and he can see the imprint of his body on the ground inside the milky golden outline of the dragon’s come, his own shameful puddle of spend another calling card right in the very centre of it.
Thoughtlessly, Kal is already thinking of the bucket by the homestead which they use for quick washing when they don’t have the time to trek twenty minutes down towards the river and which should suffice in concealing the evidence. Will wash away the imprint of his body.
Just as the dragon rocks forward and launches into the sky.
Kal lets out a garbled sound and does pass out then. The force of the dragon taking flight only driving is gargantuan cock deeper inside his devastated body. Kal dangles like a ragdoll but he’s too firmly packed full of dragon cock to slide off. Especially when the beast is flapping its wings hard, still focused on the effort of rising fully into the sky.
When that ascension soars them over the village, Kal prays that they’re high enough for none of the other men to spot the prize the dragon has made of him. His father will find the evidence in the field eventually when Kal doesn't return and he will know, but Kal hopes he will spare him the shame of spreading the news to the village. That he will wash the seed away as Kal had planned to do and simply tell Kenric and Torsten that he has run away.
Kal has never heard talk of dragons snatching men before. Knows the creature is not so stupid as to have seen his thick, strong farmer’s build, large thighs and short cropped hair and to have still somehow determined him a female.
This dragon is a perversion amongst its kind, Kal decides even as the next beat of its wings rocks its cock into him more steadily, alerting Kal to the fact that his hands are now free.
He’s still covered in dragon come, so much that even his front is wet with it and Kal slides a shaky palm across his chest, skimming across his left nipple which is already hard but still makes him gasp when he collects a good amount of dragon seed in his palm and brings his wet hand around his cock.
He comes after one stroke, the strange dragon come stealing heat into his flesh so that he spasms, jerking uncontrollably through the orgasm as his cock feebly spits into open air.
The dragon roars above him, undoubtedly feeling the way Kal is tightening against its cock and suddenly the dragon is diving, Kal’s scream lost to the wind as the gravity drops his body away from the dragon, but the speed of its flying pushes its cock in deeper at the same time before Kal can even begin to worry about sliding off.
The dragon soars upward even before the trees below are close enough to view in greater detail but that doesn’t mean that Kal’s heart isn’t bursting out of his chest from the shock of it, the adrenaline spiking in his blood as the dragon dives and does it all over again.
On the second try, Kal realises this is no mere accident. That the dragon seems to enjoy the sensation of gravity and the heat of Kal tightening and shifting on its cock. He wonders suddenly at the stories of women being snatched from the air. Always snatched from the air.
Then the dragon dives a third time, harder, faster than Kal is expecting and he comes again, crying and pleading and desperate for every second of it when the dragon tilts its wings and climbs again, wings beating powerfully as it takes them up higher.
Higher than before.
The dipping and the ascending feels reminiscent of the way Kal has always stroked his own cock, the steady push and pull that’s enough to bring him over the edge and then suddenly it seems obvious. Dragons would hardly be able to use their talons to stroke at their own cocks for the same effect.
Dragons must mate in the air.
The wind is sharp against his naked flesh and Kal knows he should feel more uncomfortable but either the magic of the come or the body heat of the dragon itself means he isn’t feeling the cold so high up from the ground. That the chill of the wind doesn’t seem to touch him.
The air does start to feel thinner the higher they go though, and Kal has a flicker of fear, wondering if the dragon knows eventually he won’t be able to breathe up here.
Will it even be bothered if he simply died, still speared on its massive cock?
Before the terror can truly seize him, the dragon turns in mid-air, directing its body downward and Kal can suddenly see the long stretch of distance between themselves and the ground, knows that the dragon flew so high only so that it could force its cock deeper into him for a longer period when it dived again.
“Oh,” he whimpers, no less prepared than he was for anything else that has happened today.
But the dragon shoots down towards the ground like a falling star, pushing its cock in so deep that Kal is screaming, the force of rushing air pinning his hands against the dragon’s belly, stealing all the breath from his lungs as the dragon dives, dives.
When it spins, twirling and corkscrewing and pushing its hips incrementally into Kal’s all the while, his screams get louder and louder, become sobs of delirious pleasure before he thinks he’s going to pass out. Or come again.
It’s all so- so much.
But he manages to keep himself from splitting apart. That is until Kal can see the familiar rolling fields, the hut of their stone shack tucked at the back of the farm, the splatter of seed cooling next to the tomato fields before the dragon’s wings unfurl and it finally jack-knifes out of the dive.
Except the cock inside him seems to erupt at the same time, the orgasm exploding from the dragon with a roar and Kal shrieks again, his own cock erupting in trifling comparison as he’s filled beyond imagining and shakily, exhaustedly rendered unconscious by the effort of keeping it all inside.