Dragon Erotica: The Dragon Did Me (Cuckold Hucow) Read online

  Copyright © Daisy N. Chains

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  This is a work of fiction. All characters depicted as engaging in sexual activity are at least eighteen years old. This story contains explicit material.

  By

  Daisy N. Chains

  It was a fine tropical day. The green of the trees formed a glorious canopy against a crystal clear blue sky. My husband, myself and our small baby had arrived by motorboat to this exotic destination two days previously, keen to explore the jungle.

  The mossy ground was still not completely dry from the previous night's rain. Here, we could relax and enjoy our amazing surroundings. And although we knew it wasn't conventional for a couple to take such a young child to such a remote vacation spot, it was only for a couple of days, and we had more than enough supplies and a nice big tent for the three of us to get cozy in. Amazingly, this was the one place that I truly felt safe, my one true haven in life, and I was thrilled to be here with my family.

  I had been married to Jeff for a little over a year now. He was an estate agent, all fast motors and pricey designer watches. Sleek dark hair, ripped body and great abs. He worked out frequently, and was proud of it. He was unquestionably good-looking, but unfortunately sometimes rather conceited.

  Evening was on its way. "Come on, Jeff. Keep up!" I chuckled, and my husband gave me a spirited glare.

  “Hey! I'm the one that's lugging the tent y'know,” he moaned, although I knew he didn’t really mind. I was the one carrying our baby, and that was a far more important job. And luckily for me, she was a lot lighter than the tent.

  “Hang on, honey. I'm getting a little out of breath,” Jeff called out.

  “Slow Moe!” I yelled back. We were both in a good mood—this trip was having the desired relaxing effect we were looking for.

  We trekked for a little while longer, admiring our tropical surroundings, until we came to a small clearing. I waited. Jeff caught up with me, huffing and puffing. "Just the spot!"

  He got out our two-man tent, and began setting it up. I unpacked our small rucksack, and laid out our cold dinner on a blanket nearby. The sun was starting to go down.

  “Let's start a fire?" I suggested. "It might get a bit chilly when the sun goes down, and it's not bedtime yet.”

  “Sure, let's do that.” Jeff smiled.

  "Sweetie, could you go grab some firewood?” I said, and Jeff looked slightly crabby, but all the same did as he was asked. He brought back some dried-out tree logs and a few sticks, and a couple of minutes later, we had a nice fire going, perfectly enclosed in the small dry area in the centre of the clearing.

  My baby was tired, so I breastfed her and laid her down on a nice, soft blanket in the tent. She went out like a light, sleeping deeply.

  Jeff and I cuddled next to the fire. I had been right, the climate was definitely starting to cool down. “Do you know any good ghost stories?” I asked my husband.

  “No... but I know some good monster stories." Jeff placed the lantern under his chin, illuminating his face in a scary manner. It made me laugh, but it also made me change my mind.

  “Actually, on second thought... let's not do that,” I said. “I'll never get to sleep if we go down that road."

  Jeff put his arm around me and squeezed me tight, his big barrel chest pressing up against me. I could feel his muscles straining under his top. “Well, we don't have to actually sleep,” he said, obviously hinting that he needed a bit of TLC. We had been walking for a major part of the day, and I was fully aware that men needed a bit of relief on a regular basis. Come to think of it, so did I. I leaned in and kissed him.

  “I'd never do anything to scare you, honey,” he said, comfortingly.

  We sat around the flames for a bit longer, talking about how much we appreciated getting away from everything for the weekend. Here, we could get away from it all.

  Suddenly, I pulled away from him and gasped.

  "What the hell was that? There, by the trees.” I could feel my heartbeat increasing in tempo—it felt like a mini bongo drum in my chest. I pointed to where I thought I saw a dark shape move.

  Jeff nonchalantly glanced over and laughed softly.

  “Valerie, I know we're far from home, but there really aren’t such things as ghosts.” God, he was annoying sometimes.

  "Well, obviously there aren't such things as ghosts. But, what about monsters..." As soon as I had said the words I knew how ridiculous they sounded. "I know, but I really thought I saw something..."

  We embraced again, but no sooner had we done so than we heard what appeared to be a creepy, far-away cry. We looked at each other, and I saw Jeff's face turning very white. It took him a few seconds to be able to form words.

  “Look, don't worry. That appeared to be a long way away, and it was almost certainly an exotic bird or something. There's lots of different wildlife out here, most of them completely harmless. They're probably more scared of us than we are of them."

  His attempt to comfort me actually worked a little.

  “Okay. I'll take your word for it.” I lay back against him, and tried to relax. I was grateful that Jeff had an answer for the odd happenings. We forgot about it and kept chatting, while we watched the dancing flames die down. My baby Rebecca was still sleeping peacefully in the tent, and I was thankful that the noise hadn't woken her.

  As we snuggled I once more started to feel comfortable. My mind flashed back momentarily to what Jeff had done two years ago. No matter how much time passed, that was always in the back of my mind. But, I just had to keep telling myself that we weren't married then—yes, we were in a monogamous relationship—but we hadn't tied the knot. And it was way before the birth of our child. So, I had to forget about it. I had forgiven him. At least, I had convinced myself that I had forgiven him.

  We sat for a number of minutes, in companionable quiet. Fortunately, we still couldn’t hear any commotion or crying from the tent, so we just listened to the sounds of the great outdoors.

  I sighed, enjoying the simple fact that our surroundings were in such stark contrast to the stresses and framework of the big city.

  “I'm not going to be jumpy anymore.”

  "Glad to hear it," Jeff said, turning my chin up and kissing me gently, pressing his lips against mine before pulling back for a second and sending me a beaming smile. He knew he was going to get lucky. I smiled back and leaned in again, pulling him towards me for an additional kiss, this one more intense. I slid my tongue between his lips, moving around his tongue in a circular motion, just the way he liked it.

  He wasted little time, and pulled me onto his lap. He placed a palm on the back of my head, readying me for another extended, passionate kiss. I bit my lower lip as he pulled away and kissed his way down my sensitive neck, his hand lightly touching my breasts. One hand slipped under my top, and caressed my smooth stomach. My hands instinctively wandered down his chest, tracing along his defined muscles until I reached his buckle.

  I touched his cock through his slacks, causing him to moan into my neck, his hands gripping my breasts more firmly as I did so. I looked down, and he brought my head back up, kissing me as I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his slacks, effortlessly yanking his cock out thru the gap in his boxers. I deliberately let the sides of his dick lightly graze the teeth of his zipper, making him wince, teasing him.

  My hand massaged his cock head, using the pre-cum that had just started trickling as lubrication to glide my hand along his rigid shaft from top to bottom, rubbing my fingers over his tiny opening.

  “Oh, man…” he murmured, burying his head in the curve of my neck, incapable o
f doing much more at this point as I worked him. I glanced down, adoring the view of my hand moving over his length, feeling it pulsate, and feeling him shudder as I did so.

  "Don't stop..." he panted, moving his head up to look at me. As I looked into his eyes, his expression dramatically changed. "Valerie..." his words had altered in pitch, and I turned my head round quickly to see what he was staring at.

  For a few moments, we were frozen stiff, attempting to digest what we were witnessing. “It’s a… it's a...” I stammered, tying to think of a rational explanation. But no animal came to mind. There was no way it was a regular animal. The thing watching us from the darkness of the foliage was at least nine feet tall, coated in scales and standing on its hind legs. Its face was cast in shadows, not yet visible, and its cock was swinging between its legs unashamedly. It was an amazingly lengthy cock, and very thick to boot.

  With increasing terror, I came to the realization that its hand was touching itself intimately—it was pleasuring itself while watching me pleasure my husband.

  It took a heavy stride towards us, its face now clear in the firelight, and that was the only prompt we needed. We got to our feet and screamed, and began to run from the monster. We sprinted straight towards the dense trees, frantically taking hold of each others’ hands as we legged it, desperate not to lose each other in the dark. Jeff's dick was still out and unzipped, and no longer hard it flopped about as he ran.

  We could audibly hear heavy feet behind us as the beast paced through the jungle after us. Abruptly, Jeff yanked me off to one side, hauling me behind a wide tree and placing a hand over my mouth, muffling any attempt at a scream. I tried not to breathe, feeling Jeff's chest against my back as the freak caught up with us, and luckily kept going, jogging right past.

  Jeff took his hand away from my mouth, and we stood there, panting and trying to comprehend what the hell just happened. We crumpled to our knees.

  “What. The. Actual. Fuck.” I whispered.

  “I don't know. I really don't know...” Jeff whispered back as he zipped up his dick, too terrified to comfort me this time. But we knew what it was. We just couldn't bring ourselves to say it.

  "My baby... my baby. I have to go back for my baby!" I said, maybe a bit too loudly, trying not to panic.

  "Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," said Jeff. But it was too late.

  We heard a growl, coming from the other side of the tree.

  “Quick!” Jeff yelled to me, getting up and pulling me to my feet. We ran further into the jungle, hoping we could lose him, but it didn’t take long for the creature to catch up with us.

  I felt a muscular arm around my waist and I was pulled away from my husband, our hands cruelly separated.

  "Val!" he cried, and spun around to see the monster gripping me around the midsection, retaining me like a prized possession. I could feel something digging into the back of my thigh. Something very big and very hard. And something that would no doubt leave a stain on my jeans. The thing was taunting Jeff as it rubbed up against my leg like a randy dog.

  “Jeff, do something!” I gasped, battling and striking at the beast's hands, but it was no use, the thing way stronger than me.

  “Hey! Leave her alone!” Jeff yelled, trying to assert himself. He picked up a nearby fallen branch and struck the monster's side as hard as he could. The beast growled loudly at the attack, but didn't really seem to care.

  “Let her go!” Jeff said, now realizing that it was probably no use trying to fight.

  The Dragon gave a roar and its large wings flapped, as its cock pressed up in between my jean-covered ass cheeks.

  "God..." I whined, trying to comprehend what was happening. “It wants to...”

  “Kill us?” asked Jeff, attempting to finish my sentence.

  “Almost right.” I swallowed hard. “It wants to fuck us. Well, me, anyway.”

  I passed out in the Dragon's strong arms.

  When I came to, I was lying in the mud, and I saw that Jeff was tied to a tree, rope wrapped around his torso and binding his arms behind him.

  The Dragon lifted me to my feet. Too groggy to fight or complain, I was frogmarched over to where my husband was bound. The Dragon ripped my top off with his sharp talons, and my bountiful mammaries jiggled under my bra. I felt Jeff's gaze linger on my breasts, before the Dragon ripped my bra off, tearing it as if it were made of paper. The jungle air felt cool against my full, naked breasts, as they wobbled in the moonlight.

  "Don't hurt her," Jeff started, but to be honest his moaning was starting to annoy me. I was dazed and felt pretty compliant at this point.

  Holding me upright with one arm, the Dragon reached out with his other and cupped my right breast, before giving it a surprisingly gentle squeeze. I groaned, and observed in enthrallment as the Dragon carefully molested my jugs, kneading the leathery padding of his palms over my hard nipples, going from one to the other. I realized that the Dragon wasn't just caressing my tits for the sake of it. He was doing it in a gradual, systematic fashion, pushing in consistent circles. I gasped, and saw moisture welling up from my nipples that began seeping down over the curvature of my bust and trickling down to my tummy. I felt a strangely appreciative throb in my pussy.

  The Dragon bent over and lapped at the lukewarm fluid dripping down to my stomach. I trembled uncontrollably. Not ceasing his massaging, the Dragon tongued at my nipples and suckled on my full jugs. The more he sucked, the more my milk flowed.

  I watched in captivation as the Dragon continued to drink, before he looked up at Jeff. The Dragon seemed to have a sympathetic look in his eyes, as if he was being rude by not sharing any with my husband. I guess the Dragon had a point—we had been running away from him for a while, and Jeff was no doubt slightly thirsty.

  The legendary beast gripped my left tit more firmly, and pointed it upwards, aiming it directly at Jeff. "Wait, hang on a minute, what are you—" He didn't get to finish what he was saying, as the first jet of my creamy breastmilk sprayed through the air like a waterpistol, blasting him right in the face. Jeff gasped, spluttered, and shook his head, little droplets of my protein-filled goodness flicking off him in random tangents.

  He opened his mouth to say something, just as the Dragon squeezed my right breast. This time he squeezed quite a lot harder, and I gave a yelp as I watched a feminine ribbon of white milk squirt out like a garden hose, getting Jeff right in the mouth and splattering him all over his worried-looking face. He gulped and swallowed down as much as he could, gasping for air, as my milk splashed down his chin and soaked his upper body.

  "Jesus. I wish he'd stop that," Jeff said, breathing heavily. I don't know what came over me, but part of me was slightly resentful that he wasn't appreciating being fed.

  Something in me identified the Dragon’s aroma even as my modern-day sensory faculties attempted to dismiss it. Then I became very conscious of what I had been smelling. It was like a musky, almost antique-like scent. I turned my head to the side, away from the creature, but at the same time I instinctively slipped a hand into my jeans and under my knickers.

  My panties were damp, no denying it, and the aroma, peculiar a moment ago, was getting to be pleasing and strangely sweet. I raised my fingers to my nose and sniffed my own scent. A powerful prickling ran to my bosoms and clitoris. I sighed as the whiff overloaded my body and I hung limp in the creature's grasp. The smell was all around me, completely enveloping me. My vision got a bit hazy, and I delved a hand into my knickers once more, this time slipping a finger inside my aching snatch. Jeff's face seemed like a blur, and the Dragon loosened his grip on me, allowing me to drop to my knees, agreeable.

  I slipped an additional digit into my pussy and started to finger-bang myself. The smell aroused me was so much. On the muddy grass before me, I could see the shadow of the beast, the outline of its monumental member bobbing about, erect and ready between its thighs. There was one thing I was absolutely certain of at that point—I was going to get it. Hard.

  I was practicall
y dripping, and my nips felt as sharp as razors. From over my shoulder, I was vaguely conscious of Jeff telling me to get the hell out of there, but there was still a dull haze to it all. I was face to face with the monumental phallus that stood menacingly from the scaly groin area of the creature. Throbbing and smooth, it poked out from in between the muscular legs, and I reached out for it. The beast tossed back its head and growled. I gripped the wide girth in both hands, massaging and jerking it. It really was amazing. If I were to guess, I'd say it was about twice as big as my husband's dick. And much thicker. Unashamedly, I placed my lips near to the tip and gave it a lick, the beastly experience filling up my senses. I commenced tonguing up and down the length of the pulsing shaft for a minute before I turned my attention back to the head, stretching my mouth open as wide as I could and somehow getting it in my mouth.

  I looked up at the Dragon and saw that it was gazing at Jeff whilst appreciating my cozy orifice. I heard Jeff say, “I have to break free... I have to help you..."

  I had no idea what he was going on about. Help me? It'd be more like interrupting me.

  But Jeff sounded very concerned at this point. “God. If my hands were free, and cell phones worked out here, and I wasn't scared shitless... then I'd surely call the cops on his ass..."

  His words trailed off. Only a couple of yards and some boggy grass separated him from the obscene-dragon-dick-activity as he made an effort to digest what was unfolding.

  From my viewpoint of the events, I continued to attend to the dick as if it were some kind of mythical shrine. Both my hands continued to clutch the shaft firmly as I tugged the length and sucked the head. Some preliminary jizz trickled, and I milked a see-thru line of it downward onto my tongue. I listened to the content sighs of the Dragon as I persisted with my lewd homage to him.

  I knew that Jeff liked it when I licked under his head, so I figured I'd give that a try, in hopes that the Dragon enjoyed the things my hubby did. For some reason the thought of my formerly monogamous commitment didn’t result in any sense of guilt over my present behavior. There was no way this could be classed as cheating sex. Not only because of the ‘blowjobs aren’t proper sex’ argument. But this wasn't a human. And this was something I had to do.