Lucky Vasilisa

“How am I supposed to put it in there?”

At Koschei’s frustrated question, Vasilisa looked up with a puzzled expression. Thanks to the overheard tavern gossip, she knew, unwillingly, how men and women coupled.

“A baby’s head can come out of there… Wouldn’t something of that size fit?”

Even to Vasilisa, her answer felt embarrassing. But her words only deepened the crease in Koschei’s sharp jawline.

“Something of that size. Whether it tears or stretches, you brought this upon yourself.”

At his menacing tone, Vasilisa tried to sit up. In that instant, Koschei grasped her legs and lifted her.

Before she could process what was happening, a thick penis thrust into her.

“Haa…!”

Her hips jerked downwards, and her upper body arched back as if a lever had been pulled. Her efforts to keep her mouth covered were futile as a soft moan escaped her parted lips.

“Hn…nn…!”

“…It actually fits. But only the tip.”

Koschei spread her trembling thighs and examined her vulva, which was tightly clenching his left cock. Her quivering flesh stretched wide around it.

“I wonder how far it will go.”

He slowly put his weight on it, his penis splitting the narrow opening like a wedge.

“Ha… Ah… Mmm…!”

She hadn’t expected the pleasurable bedchamber tales the tavern girls spoke of, but the pain and strange sensation overwhelmed her. She couldn’t focus, her head spinning as if all the blood had rushed to it. Sparks flashed before her eyes.

Her butt, pressed firmly against the throne, ached from being spread so wide, just to accommodate the dragon’s intrusion. The flesh around the opening, sealed for her entire life, wept freely at the beast’s forceful entry.

“It’s getting wetter inside. Do wombs produce milk even without a child?”

“Haa… That’s not…!”

Vasilisa’s denial was cut short. It was her lower opening that was stretched, yet her throat constricted, making it difficult to breathe. The dragon’s member, lodged deep inside her, seemed to be pushing all her internal organs upwards, suffocating her.

As a hard scale scraped against her pelvis, a crunching sound of flesh being torn echoed.

“Hss…!”

A searing pain ripped through her, then vanished as quickly as it had come.

The pain was gone. The stretched opening felt more sore than painful. Vasilisa looked down, tears welling up in her eyes. There was a thick pole stuck between her parted labia.

“Nice. You’ve truly swallowed it whole.”

Vasilisa’s eyes widened. The other penis twitched against her distended belly, just above where the first one entered. The club-like thing throbbed against her, reaching all the way to the bottom of her ribs. The thought that an equal length was inside her made her dizzy.

“Ha…nn… ridiculous…”

“Indeed, it sounds ridiculous. You heard the sound as well, didn’t you?”

He was referring to the sound of flesh being torn apart. Vasilisa nodded weakly.

“Wounds heal where my blood touches. Your body shouldn’t have space to accommodate mine… It must have torn open and then healed to accommodate my shape.”

Koschei traced the outline of his embedded member, which was faintly visible beneath the stretched skin of her abdomen. His serpentine lips curved into a soft smile.

“Interesting. I won’t have to witness your belly being torn open. Be grateful for your luck.”

He had once seen a human’s wound heal where his blood had touched it. He hadn’t known that the fluids secreted from his penis had the same effect.

Excited by this new discovery, Koschei licked the wound on Vasilisa’s forehead. The gash, previously crusted with blood, healed, leaving only a faint scar.

“Ha… Tha…nk… Ha. Ahh…!”

Obedience was ingrained in Vasilisa. Her attempt to offer a meek thanks dissolved into a moan as the dragon’s member shifted inside her. The newly formed, delicate flesh within created a strange sensation.

As he pulled back, the three-pronged tip caught on the narrow opening, preventing him from withdrawing further. The glistening shaft, fully extended outside her body, gleamed with their combined fluids.

“Produce more of that milk. It makes movement easier.”

“I… haa… can’t control… it… ugh…”

Her limbs twitched involuntarily as the sensitive new flesh within contracted and pulsed on its own accord. Koschei watched the fluids dripping from her, his eyes narrowing in understanding.

“So I have to squeeze it out myself. …Understood.”

“Aahh…!”

Before she could react, the hard shaft thrust forcefully back into her, reopening the barely closed passage. The force of the impact reverberated through her body, and her mind went blank.

“Ah, Ahh, Mmh…!”

His penis withdrew as quickly as it had entered, then slammed back inside, pounding against her belly. His rhythmic thrusts, like drawing water from a well, left her engorged flesh pulsed, releasing fluids.

“It’s overflowing inside. Much better.”

As he’d said, his movements quickened. The ridged shaft grazed and scraped against her slick inner walls.

“Haa, Mmh, Ugh, Hss…!”

Koschei’s cock pistoned in and out of Vasilisa. His hand slid from her hamstrings to her waist, supporting her arching back. She hooked her legs over his elbows like a shameless frog.

Kneeling between her legs, Koschei placed his hand behind her back and lifted her. He moved her up and down, embedding his cock even deeper.

“Haa…!”

Vasilisa’s back arched as his cock threatened to pierce through her. Fearing it might actually impale her, her weak fingernails scraped against the scales on his forearm.

“The other one looks forlorn.”

The other penis, rubbing against her belly, now reached her breasts as she arched her back. Its glistening tip, oozing fluid, brushed against her erect nipples.

All the while, Koschei continued his relentless thrusts like a diligent worker. Their mingled fluids dripped from their joined bodies, staining the crimson velvet of the throne.

“Shouldn’t it widen with friction? Why is it getting tighter?”

“Ah… nn… ha…!”

Vasilisa was too overwhelmed to answer. Her inner walls contracted and expanded involuntarily, releasing fluids and alternately gripping and releasing the invading member.

“So soft. It eagerly sucks me in. Your womb is an endless spring of milk.”

As he said, everything within her seemed to melt away, even her thoughts. She felt as if Koschei, embedded inside her, was spewing molten lava, dissolving her from the inside out.

“Ah… Kos… hngh… Koschei… ahn…!”

“Feel good?”

Intrigued by the pleasure-laced whimpers escaping her lips, Koschei asked, almost as if asking himself.

Her wet voice was much more pleasant than before. Her body, previously pale and white, was now flushed and slick with sweat. The heady scent of arousal emanating from her wafted over his forked tongue and scales.

All aspects of this human woman, previously unnoticed, captivated the dragon’s senses. Even the feeling of her clenching around him was novel and intriguing.

Koschei, his expression softening, urged the panting Vasilisa,

“I asked if it feels good.”

“Yes… hn… yes… ahn…!”

Vasilisa moaned incoherently, her body writhing mindlessly.

Now, Vasilisa understood the Countess’s constant warnings. Her body was indeed vulgar and wanton. Despite years of denial, it seemed the vulgar blood of a vagrant flowed through her veins.

To think that mating with a dragon could bring such intense pleasure.

Wherever the rough surface of his penis grazed her inner walls, causing small abrasions, a burning pleasure bloomed. Her body welcomed even the slightest pain as pleasure.

Or perhaps it was Koschei, ravaging her insides, who was making her feel this way.

“Kos… hngh… ha…!”

Her small hands, forgetting their fear, clung to his body. Their joined bodies leaked fluids, staining the crimson velvet of the throne a deeper shade. Koschei groaned, his breath hot against her skin.

“Your body… it has value. …Quite entertaining.”

One of his hands, laced behind her back, moved to her heated nape. Koschei’s eyes narrowed as he felt her silken hair tangle around his fingers.

“Now I understand why humans breed so tirelessly.”

The fluid clinging to her full, red lips looked strangely like sweet nectar.

Continuing his relentless thrusts, Koschei slowly lowered his head towards the woman in his grasp. His forked tongue lapped up the spilled fluids. The lukewarm heat, carrying Vasilisa’s scent, clung to the tip of his tongue.

The unfamiliar excitement seeped into his cold body, pooling in his loins.

“Hngh…!”

Vasilisa’s breath hitched as she felt her stomach stretching. The swollen shaft pulsed, the scales along its surface spreading open, catching on the delicate folds within. The thrusting cock pushed forward like a pickaxe, lodging itself deep inside her newly healed flesh.

“You’re the first to receive a dragon’s seed. I’ll remember your name… Vasilisa.”

With a ragged whisper, a molten hot liquid erupted from the tip of his split cock.

“Haa, Ah, Aah…, Ahhh…!”

The firmly embedded member, anchored like a ship’s anchor caught on a reef, blocked the flow of her juices. The narrow space swelled with the forceful jet. Pain and pleasure mingled, pounding against Vasilisa’s skull.

As her consciousness faded, a single thought, like a beacon of light, surfaced in her mind.