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Remember Me. Work Search: tip: buffy gen teen AND "no archive warnings apply". Dragon 2. Dragon Aftermath 3. Dwemer Construct 4. Hagraven 5. Spriggans 6. Bath 7. Bandits 8. Revel 9. Dragon, Again First of its Kind Bounty Hunter Spiders Troll Chaurus Growing Pains Camping Companions A Blade in the Dark Sex Pollen Another Dragon Travel Break. For the love of all that is good, read the tags. The kinks and warnings for each chapter are listed in their respective notes, so if you're into some of the tags but not all of them, you can always browse.
I read it anyway and now my eyes are bleeding onto my phone even as I type this. Thanks a lot, looking forward to the next one. I'm apparently cool with dragon incest? An Imperial Dovahkiin has a series of increasingly gross encounters with various denizens of Skyrim. Reviews of note: "The moment I opened this my internet failed, the fire alarm went off and my cat vomited on my new carpet.
See the end of the chapter for more notes. The dragon's tail caught him in the stomach with more force than any worldly being ought to have been capable of and sent him flying. Dunstan was in the air just long enough to recover from the blank dizziness that came with a powerful blow like that, feel the beginning of an awful lot of pain in his gut and ribs, and register that nothing was keeping him from hitting the ground. Then he hit the ground, hard, and the dizziness came back. When he recovered, he realized that he was not dead.
He stared up at the sky, which was an attractive shade of pinkish purple strewn with sunset gold, and after what felt like forever, his mind kicked into gear enough to understand that he was lying in a snowbank, which had undoubtedly saved his life. He blinked a few times, groaned quietly, and started trying to move his limbs. His hands shifted clumsily in the snow, hoping vaguely that they would happen upon something useful, and his legs moved slowly and aimlessly.
He moved his head back and forth, trying to orient himself. He was alive, yes, definitely, and he was lying in the snow, and he was in rather a lot of pain, and he was starting to feel the cold and damp seeping into him, and his mind was still moving about as fast as a three-legged cow could trudge. He groaned again. Then he felt vibrations through the snow, and heard incredibly loud footsteps, and an electric shock seemed to run through him.
Dragon, dragon, dragon, dragon, oh, fuck, dragon. He made to lunge to his feet, and found that he couldn't. His limbs were still fumbling about in an uncoordinated fashion, apparently unable to move any faster. His lungs were the only things that had recovered enough to be operating at an ordinary speed, and they were pumping air through him faster than he could take it in. He wasn't getting enough air, and he couldn't move properly. He tried to curse, but all that came out was a muffled groan. He managed to roll onto his side and started to crawl, listening to those huge thumping footsteps drawing nearer.
It was the only thing that passed for cover in the vicinity, and it was still far too far away. Twin clawed wings crashed down on either side of him, sending snow flying, and he cried out. Then he rolled over.
If he was going to die a fiery death today, he was at least going to look his killer in the eyes. Face it with honor. All that. Oh, Divines, it hurt to crane his neck like that to get a good look at the scaly monstrosity.
Dragons really were big fucking things. Its green-gray armored neck was arched up high over him, its beady yellow eyes glaring down at him. Its horns curved intimidatingly up behind its head.
As he watched, it parted its jaws to reveal a dark, wet maw and a number of dagger-sized yellowed teeth. Well, there it was, that was it for him. He tried to prepare himself for death and discovered that he had no idea what that entailed. Then it spoke.
Its Voice battered him. His head dropped back into the snow and he felt himself go limp. Shit, his head hurt. It felt like he was being shaken violently, so hard that he would swear his teeth were coming loose, and he could barely register that it was telling him to take off his clothes. Dunstan hesitated, then reached down and unbuckled the plate, unable to believe what he was doing. Getting his chausses down was harder. He slid his hands up under his armor, his body protesting his every move, unlaced the chausses, and slid them down a ways, leaving his ass bare but for his breeches.
The cold was immediate and devastating, passing easily through his breeches and rapidly stripping him of feeling, but not rapidly enough to make anything comfortable. He shuddered, and felt his teeth chatter. Then he unlaced his breeches and slid them down.
His bare ass touched snow, and he shook violently, which had the unfortunate side effect of bringing his dick into contact with the snow as well. He made a noise somewhere between a whimper and a yelp and made an effort to lift his hindquarters away from the snow, but the cold air on his now-wet privates was worse.
The dragon ignored his discomfort and gazed at him critically. Dunstan could hardly speak. The dragon shook its head. It lowered its head to Dunstan's crotch and prodded him painfully with its nasal horn. Then it snorted again. Dunstan groaned as the hot air blasted over him. He nearly cried with relief.
Oh, fuck, he was cold, and the dragon's breath was so warm. The dragon sniffed his cock with great rumbling breaths, then moved down to his ass. Each sniff made Dunstan draw closer instinctively, hugging the warmth. The dragon rumbled in approval. He gasped much more loudly than he had intended to. Then he started registering what had to be happening to him, though he could barely feel it.
The dragon brought its chin horn smashing down onto his armored stomach, leaving a sizable dent, knocking the wind out of him painfully, and pressing him a good six inches further into the snow. Accept your fate with honor, as a true dov does! Do not shame yourself further, you tiny, wretched, bestial mockery!
Dunstan might have been more prepared to accept that speech if it hadn't been immediately followed by the dragon shoving its tongue back into his ass. He yelled something unintelligible and flung himself backwards. At least he was getting his motor control back. The dragon reared up a little and smacked a forearm down to the snow with each wing, pinning him in place.
Dunstan got some feeling back just in time to feel the dragon's tongue spreading him wider than he had ever dreamed he could stretch.
Then it pushed deeper, and its tongue widened further, and he felt himself spreading even more, rather painfully.