Consensual Cock Vore

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Gay Dragon Lust

"You're so big..."

Of course, that was something that Brodie should have known well enough already, the blue-scaled dragon down on his knees before a larger, more powerful stud than he. He had long ago accepted his position in the relationship, small and diminutive in comparison to his partner, even though he was a pretty average height, a little less than six feet tall. His frame was moderate, a little muscled, but not so much that he would have gone to the gym more than a couple of times a week, if that, to maintain it. Physical labour around part of his day job anyway helped him along, though there was a rougher edge of more rugged handsomeness around the line of his jaw and thick, rounded horns like that of a ram.

Angus swished his tail, the anthro gryphon sitting on the edge of the sofa, which creaked under his weight. A good eight feet tall, he dominated the room easily, his head a smooth black of sleek, glossy feathers, his fur a rich grey, though the sharp orange of his eyes was what struck others the most about the gryphon. Clicking the edges of his beak together, he growled subtly in the back of his throat, rumbling down to his chest, his partner on his knees, caressing his cock.

"You should be used to it by now," he rumbled, thumbing the underside of his beak, what passed for his chin. "You've sucked me off enough... Taken my cock, little slut."

Brodie shivered. Oh, he had, but that had been with a little magical assistance, fortunate that it still flowed through the veins of so many in a modern world, not a fantasy kind of place that was found in books and legends. No, they had magic in them, both the gryphon and the dragon, but only so much that things that should not have been possible were actually possible. Like his dragon cock sliding into a tight arsehole that was far, far too small to take a length that was four feet long, thick around, fatter than four bottles of soda, two-litre sized, all squashed up against one another. Once, Brodie had measured Angus' dick, much to the gryphon's amusement, though the number had made him tremble. To think that a cock like that was driving into him, stretching him open night after night... He didn't want to linger there for too long, oh no. It was better to feel without looking at the numbers themselves.

The length of cock that he slurped along was thick, ready for him, drooling with pre-cum that slopped messily over his head, staining his horns. Yet the slick covering would help him, all in good time, slip down where he belonged, moaning softly, Brodie's tongue snaking out to lap up every drop of cum he could manage to gulp down. With a huge pair of sagging balls, each one twice as large as a soccer ball and full of cum, the gryphon had plenty in store for him. The length came with a rounded tip with a defined head, appearing as if it was cut, though that was not something that anthros did. The smoothness of the shaft came with a soft flex of skin that, very lightly, moved along it, though the head was always exposed, always glistening with fleshy lust.

"Deeper..."

Brodie's jaws stretched and stretched, submissive to his lover, heart pounding, the sofa creaking under Angus' weight. It was a wonder, indeed, that it had lasted as long as it had already, though Brodie wasn't going to say anything about that, oh no, not when there was so much pleasure ahead of him. He opened his mouth more than willingly to take the humungous length inside, pressing his tongue weakly flat to the base of his mouth, between the lines of his teeth.

He didn't have to do anything other than to submit, moaning softly, whimpering, however muffled the sound of his lust was around that thick length. His head swam as Angus' huge hand landed on the back of it, between his horns, pressing him down and down and down as he fed his giant dick into the tiny dragon. Well, Brodie felt tiny in comparison to him, though there was no one outside their relationship who knew what went on between them behind closed doors.

That was fine. That was how they wanted it to be. It worked for them as Brodie's throat was penetrated, chest tightening in the lack of breath, need rising. The dom and the sub, lusting together, Angus languidly moving his head up and down, fingers curled around a horn that was already slippery with pre-cum. Not that the mess bothered the gryphon in the slightest, for that was something for Brodie to clean up. The submissive always made sure that all was as they wanted it after their play.

Well, unless he was otherwise occupied... That was one problem with their kind of preferred play, if they admitted it. It was too hot to give up, however.

"Little cock slut," Angus hissed, licking the edge of his beak, eyes darkening with raw lust. "You want this, don't you? To be used, to be fucked... But all you really want is to slither right back down my cock into my nuts again, hm?"

Brodie shuddered. Oh, yes... His dominant had him all figured out, all in the best of ways, the dragon's tail snaking back and forth wantonly in the way it did when he was getting a little more riled up. Oh, it was so hard for him to hide it, though he never tried, as much as he squirmed. He had to concentrate though, as heavy as his eyelids were becoming in submissive passion, letting the moment go, the thick ram of that cock down his throat, deeper still, stretching and straining him out beyond any limit Brodie might have had before he got together with Angus.

Angus didn't accept limits. Not physical ones. Not ones that could be easily surpassed by magic, allowing them to languish in shared bliss, the dragon's achingly hard cock showing how needy he was for everything. Oh no... They were not limits when the want was there, the desire was there, the need was there. And Brodie had more than enough of that need for both, groaning around the gryphon's fat cock to allow the soft vibrations from his lips and throat to tremble all the way down the length into Angus' nuts.

"Cock whore... Filthy slut..."

Angus got more into it as he rocked his hips, tail swishing, pushing, grunting. The sofa would give out eventually, though hopefully not that night, not that evening, not during their time together. He couldn't help what he wanted as he turned the drake into a cock sleeve on his dick, a living fleshlight, though it would be more alluring still to see him wriggle and squirm down into his length like the helpless cock toy he was.

"Tell me you want it."

Angus breathed harshly, breath rasping through his windpipe as he grasped Brodie's horn and dragged him back, panting and spluttering, heaving for breath. Yet they were both in a similar state, needing the moment to be what it was, so much more than what it was, cocks achingly hard, demanding male relief.

"Unff..." Brodie shook his head. "Oh... I... Mmmph... So big... I want..."

It was hard for him to get the words out from his lips when his dominant loomed like that, much less when his ability to breathe had been blocked off with that cock rammed down his throat. There had been no room left for air to flow, though he trusted Angus with his life and knew that the gryphon would have pulled back in time for him to snatch air, if that had even come up. Oh, the trust was there, though he licked his lips furtively, turning all his lust into a pleading, begging whimper, looking up at his dom, the love of his life.

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