Hidden Hunger
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Chapter 1: The Cabin Whisper
Jax paced the creaky wooden floors of his secluded cabin, tucked deep in the misty pine forests edging the city. His amber scales gleamed under the flickering firelight from the stone hearth, casting long shadows that danced like forbidden lovers. He’d built this place himself—rough-hewn logs stacked high, a sanctuary from the prying eyes of the world. No nosy neighbors, just the howl of wind through branches and the distant rumble of thunder promising rain.
He glanced at the clock. Riley would arrive any minute. They’d connected online, trading filthy messages about cravings neither could voice in polite company. She was human, all soft curves and bold fire, a freelance photographer chasing wild shots in rugged terrains. Him? A drake shifter, mechanic by trade, hiding his true nature behind grease-stained overalls and a gruff demeanor. His slit— that hidden ventral seam between his thighs—throbbed at the thought of her, already slick with anticipation.
A knock rattled the heavy oak door. Jax’s tail lashed, knocking over a stack of old car magazines. He cursed under his breath, those low rumbles echoing in his chest. Swinging the door open, there she stood: rain-slicked hair plastered to her neck, tank top clinging to full breasts, shorts riding high on thick thighs. No leggings, no crop top—this was raw, soaked invitation.
“Jax,” she breathed, eyes raking over his bare torso, scales rippling from deep gold to fiery orange down his muscled frame. “Fuck, you’re even hotter in person.”
He grabbed her wrist, yanking her inside. The door slammed shut. Her scent hit him—musk and wet earth, intoxicating. “Riley. Been waiting to taste that fire of yours.”
She laughed, low and throaty, peeling off her drenched shirt. Water droplets trailed down her cleavage, nipples hardening under a lacy black bra. “Show me around first? Or straight to devouring?”
His claws flexed, careful not to nick her porcelain skin. “Kitchen. Need a drink. Then I’ll show you every hidden corner.”
They stumbled into the open kitchen, all stainless steel counters scarred from his tinkering. He poured whiskey from a dusty bottle, the amber liquid glugging thickly. Glasses clinked. She leaned against the counter, hips cocked, watching his tail coil restlessly.
“What’s that pet you mentioned?” she teased, sipping slow, tongue flicking out to catch a stray drop.
“Brutus. Big mutt. Out back, chasing shadows.” Jax stepped closer, towering over her at six-foot-five. His slit parted slightly, the musky scent of his arousal leaking out, heady like smoked cedar.
Riley inhaled deep, eyes glazing. “Smells like sin. You hiding more down there?”
He growled, pressing her back against the fridge. Cold metal bit into her spine; his hot breath fanned her ear. “Hidden treasures, yeah. Wanna hunt ’em?”
Her hand slid down his abs, rough scales yielding like warm leather. Fingers brushed his slit. “Fuck yes.”
The First Taste
But he pulled back, smirking. “Not yet. Undress for me. Slow.”
She obeyed, shimmying out of shorts, revealing a thong that barely contained her shaved mound. Bra next, tits bouncing free—heavy, pink-tipped orbs begging for abuse. Jax’s cock began to emerge from its hidden sheath, ridged and thick, veins pulsing purple.
“Goddamn,” she whispered, dropping to knees on the gritty tile. Kitchen smelled of pine soap and whiskey now mingled with her pussy’s tangy heat.
He gripped her hair, guiding her mouth to his tip. She sucked greedy, tongue swirling the slit where pre-cum oozed salty-sweet. Gagging as he thrust shallow, claws scraping the fridge door. “Choke on it, Riley. Show me how bad you want this dragon dick.”
She did, slurping loud, spit trailing down her chin onto heaving tits. His tail wrapped her waist, pulling her deeper. Thunder crashed outside, rain pounding roof like applause.
Jax yanked her up, spinning her to bend over the counter. Ass up, cheeks spread. He ripped the thong aside—fabric tearing sharp—and dove in tongue-first. Licking her folds, ass to clit, tasting her gush. “Dripping cunt. Hidden slut, aren’t ya?”
“Yes! Eat me, fuck—hidden fire right here!” Her words dissolved into moans, hips bucking against his muzzle.
His tongue, long and forked, speared her hole, fucking deep while claws pinched her clit hood. She came hard, squirting on the floor, legs shaking.
Chapter 2: Storm’s Fury
Rain lashed the cabin windows like jealous lovers. Jax carried Riley to the living room, her naked body slung over his shoulder, ass cheeks jiggling with each step. Dropped her on the bearskin rug before the fire—soft fur against bare skin.
“Movie?” she panted, but eyes screamed fuck me now.
He chuckled, deep rumble vibrating the air. Fetched a battered remote from mantel, flicked on the flat-screen mounted above hearth. Some old horror flick flickered to life—screams syncing with storm.
“Nah. Watch while I wreck you.” Jax knelt, spreading her thighs wide. Firelight played over her sweat-glistened skin, pussy lips swollen and gleaming.
Riley arched, fingers twisting in rug fur. “Your turn to hide nothing. Show me that slit fully.”
He obliged, standing tall. Slit yawned open under coaxing hand, twin cocks emerging— one thick shaft above a slimmer probe underneath, both ridged for ruin. Pre-cum dripped viscous, smelling of spice and salt.
“Holy shit—two? Hidden monsters.” Her hand wrapped the main cock, stroking slow. Other hand probed the lower one, slick and eager.
Jax hissed pleasure, tail thrashing. “Fuck my cocks, human. Milk ’em.”
She pumped faster, thumb circling flares. He groaned, hips bucking. Fire crackled; movie screams peaked.
New scene invented: He pinned her wrists above head with one massive hand. Free hand slapped her tits—left, right, watching them redden. “Pain slut?”
“Bite me.” Challenge accepted. Fangs grazed her neck, not breaking skin but marking with suction bites. Purple welts bloomed.
His lower cock nudged her ass, main one at her cunt. Double penetration tease. “Beg.”
“Please, Jax—stuff my holes! Hidden like a whore’s dream.”
He slammed in. Main cock stretched her pussy walls, ridges scraping g-spot. Lower violated ass, burning stretch giving way to bliss. She howled, nails raking scales that didn’t yield.
Pounding relentless, balls slapping wet. Sweat-slick bodies slapped rhythmic. Her juices frothed white on his shafts.
“Take it—fuck, your holes grip like vices!”
Cum first for her—exploding around him, milking. He held off, pulling out to paint her belly ropes of hot seed, thick and pearly, smelling like molten gold.
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Afterglow Tease
They collapsed, panting. Brutus barked outside, forgotten. Jax fed her whiskey from bottle, lips brushing. “More wine later? Or straight to bed?”
She grinned wicked, licking cum from fingers. “Bed. Your hidden toys await.”
Chapter 3: Bedroom Inferno
Stairs creaked under their weight as Jax scooped Riley up bridal-style, her laughter echoing wood-paneled hall. Master bedroom loomed—king bed draped in black silk sheets, walls lined with his sketches of nude forms, erotic drake lore hidden in shadows.
He tossed her down, sheets whispering silk on skin. Dim lamp glowed, highlighting his erection resurgence—cocks hardening anew.
“Strip show reverse,” she demanded, propping on elbows. Tits jiggled inviting.
Jax unwrapped his kilt-like loincloth—soft leather tailored for tail hole. It pooled at claws. Naked fully now, wings half-unfurled from back ridges, leathery spans quivering.
Riley crawled forward, eyes on his groin. “Love that hidden pouch. Opens for breeding?”
“Only for worthy cunts.” He grabbed her throat gentle, pushing back. Mounted the bed, knees bracketing her hips.
Kiss first—muzzle to mouth, fangs nicking lips. Blood-tang mixed saliva, her tongue fencing his forked one. Hands roamed: hers on his horned crest, his mauling breasts, pinching nipples to peaks.
Break for air. “Ride me.”
She straddled, guiding main cock to pussy, lower to rub clit. Sank slow, inch by girthy inch. Moans mingled—hers high whimper, his guttural roar.
Bouncing wild, tits flopping hypnotic. Bedframe banged walls like thunder. His tail snaked up, tip probing her ass while double-riding.
“Fuck—hidden tail cock too?”
“Multi-tool pleasure.” Tip swelled, plugging her rear.
Triple stuffed, she shattered—orgasm ripping screams. Clit grinding his scales, pussy clenching.
He flipped her doggy, pounding merciless. Claws gripped hips, bruising. “Cum dump. Breed you deep.”
Hot jets filled her—main cock flooding womb, lower spurting ass. Overflow gushed, soaking thighs. Pullout messy, cum farting bubbles.
She spun, sucking clean both cocks. Salty ass-pussy mix on tongue. Swallowed every drop.
Shower Interlude
New original scene: “Shower. Clean for round two.”
En-suite bathroom steamy already from anticipation. Rain showerhead blasted hot water, scented with pine body wash. Slippery bodies grappled—her soaping his scales, fingers delving slit remnants.
He pressed her to tile, cold shock on tits. Legs hooked over claws, he impaled standing fuck. Water cascaded, masking slaps. “Piss on me?” she gasped deviant.
Kink twist: He did—warm stream from slit marking her belly. She rubbed it in, fingering self to squirt again.
Ecstasy peaked mutual, bodies shuddering under spray.
Chapter 4: Midnight Cravings
Moon pierced clouds, silvering the room. They lay tangled, but sleep evaded. Riley traced his scales, finding a scarred dent low on abs—”Battle mark?”
“Hidden past. Drake turf war.” Voice husky, memories flickering.
She straddled chest, pussy on muzzle. “Drown sorrows in juice.”
Face-sat, grinding frantic. His tongue fucked merciless, nose bumping clit. She pissed light trickle—salty reward swallowed.
Crisis: His phone buzzed—work emergency? No, false alarm. Tension snapped to fury fuck.
Balcony scene new: Carried her outside, chill air nipping skin. Bent over railing, overlooking dark woods. Night creatures called; he railed from behind, tail whipping ass cheeks red welts.
“Expose yourself—hidden exhibitionist.”
Voice carried risk thrill. Main cock pussy, fingers ass-fisting. She creamed rivers down legs.
He knotted—base swelling, locking deep. Breeding tie pulsed cum waves. Humped stuck, her multiple Os milking.
Untied slow, seed waterfalling.
Back inside, collapsed laughing. “Insatiable beast.”
“Your hidden hunger matched mine.”
Balcony Echoes
Woods whispered secrets. Brutus howled sympathy below.
Chapter 5: Dawn’s Ravaging
Sunrise painted cabin gold. Riley woke to tail between thighs, tip vibrating clit. “Morning wood hidden?”
“Always for you.” Jax above, cocks poised.
Missionary savage: Legs pinned wide, ankles by ears. Folded pretzel, slamming cervix kisses. Ridges milked gushes.
Dialogue crude: “Fuck my womb, daddy drake. Knot and breed!”
“Gonna pup my litter. Sloppy seconds for your holes.”
Orgasms chained—hers squirting arc spraying his chest. His knot ballooned, flooding till belly distended cum-bloated.
Pulled out, funnel ass next. Lower cock plugged pussy to trap, main wrecked rectum. Anal prolapse tease—pink rosebud blooming.
She fisted self anally post-pull, scooping creampie to eat. “Tastes like addiction.”
Finale frenzy: 69 on floor, throats fucked mutual. Her gagging dragon dicks, him slurping ass-pussy cocktail. Swallowed floods.
Pet Intrusion
Brutus burst in, tongue lolling. Jax shooed gentle. “Not now, boy. Human’s mine.”
Riley giggled, covered in fluids. “Share next time?”
Kink hint, but dawn broke reality soft.
Chapter 6: Lingering Flames
Post-coital haze. Kitchen redux: He cooked eggs, bacon sizzling fatty. She in his shirt, no panties—tail slot gaping ass.
Fed bites mouth-to-mouth, grease dripping chins. Fingers played under table—hers slit-probing, his clit-pinching.
One last fuck: Counter bent, slow grind. Emotional beat: “Stay? Hidden life here with me?”
She moaned yes into kiss. Climax tender, creampie sealed pact.
Sun high. They dressed reluctant. “Come back soon. More hiddens to unveil.”
Door closed. Cabin echoed empties—scent memories lingered.
Outside, forest breathed. Their hunger just begun. 🔥
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