Chapter 20 Mating and Satisfactory Breeding
Mating and Satisfactory Breeding
Ansel
The way the book was written should have been a major turnoff. It reminded me of my course literature. But noticing the word penetrative repeatedly made me squirm. The joke was not lost on me. I was reading a book that explained why I was so horny, while reading it made me even hornier.
I peered at Pascal, who seemed fully focused on his laptop screen. I understood better now why he wanted to take it slow, but I only wanted him more. I swallowed a frustrated sigh and read on.
The young dragon mates in Collins’s study mentioned a feeling of safety or belonging when meeting their alphas, even before the relationship became physical. They were less likely to go into shock or to attempt rejecting their mate when encountering the dragon.
Abandoning his usual terse, scientific tone, Collins (1979) wrote as follows: “I spoke to nine omegas who bonded before their first heat. All of them experienced intense heat within weeks of the initial mating and got pregnant immediately. Three couples were unaware of the fact that the first heat was fully fertile for dragon mates, and the pregnancy came as a surprise. One omega gave birth to twins on the night of his nineteenth birthday. It is concerning that, with the medical advances the global dragon community has made, effective contraception for dragon mates is yet not accessible. We boast about equality in dragon families, fancying ourselves ahead of humans when it comes to omega rights because we incorporated unambiguous consent into our mating tradition. However, we cannot claim to be fully equal in our bonds if young dragon mates do not have the right to choose when they become fathers.”
The first intrauterine contraceptive device effective in dragon mates of all ages appeared on the market six years later (Isaacson, 1997).
Rydén (2018) writes that many dragon mates still had lover’s milk during their first heat. The first-heat omegas in his study admitted to demanding repeated breeding. Rydén states that a young dragon mate would crave staying locked in breeding with his alpha for extended periods of time.
I had no idea what that meant, but as I turned the page, a piece of paper fell on my stomach. It must have been wedged inside the book. I put the paperback aside and opened the folded flyer.
Holy shit.
The spread showed seven illustrations of couples during sex.
Seven different positions. In three of them, the omega was on top in the alpha’s lap, sitting with his front or back to the alpha’s chest or crouching astride his hips, pushing his ass down.
The omega’s insides were drawn transparent, with an inflated knot in his hole and an enlarged womb.
The cockhead was jammed in the mouth to the womb, and a splash of white spurted through the channel, drops reaching the open womb.
In another position, the alpha was fucking the kneeling omega from behind, holding him by his hip and around his chest. Again, the splash of cum was there, right in the middle.
Next was classic missionary. Then missionary again but with the omega’s hips elevated on a mound of what looked like pillows and his legs folded to his chest.
And standing up. The omega was spread out on an elevated surface, legs in the air, head thrown back. He clutched at his little belly with both hands while the alpha was coming inside him. Into his womb. Breeding him.
Recommended positions for satisfactory breeding.
My hands shook, and I dropped the flyer. Satisfactory. Breeding.
Not daring to look at the other side, I quickly stuffed the flyer back into the book and closed it with a smack.
The noise made Pascal look up.
“Ansel? Are you alright?”
Am I?
My heart was pounding, blood rushing in my ears. I felt like I was about to burst out of my skin.
I didn’t think. I had no room in my head to think. I scrambled to my knees and attacked Pascal’s pants.
“Oh…” He put the laptop aside but didn’t stop me when I fished his cock out and stuffed it into my mouth. It hardened within seconds, and I moaned with relief.
I closed my eyes and just sucked.
I needed it more than I needed to breathe.
“Ansel, sweetheart.”
He petted my hair as I bobbed my head, letting his cockhead jab into my throat. I didn’t seem to have any gag reflex when it came to Pascal’s cock. I angled my head so I could take him even deeper.
“I’ll come, love.”
Oh, please, yes.
I worked his length with both hands. There seemed to be little ridges under his cockhead that hadn’t been there before. Or was I just now noticing them? This time, I was prepared. I readily swallowed each spurt of cum, Pascal’s groans of pleasure the most rewarding praise I could have gotten.
My groin tightened, my hole throbbed, and my skin prickled as I sucked the cum out of his slit.
Suddenly, something inside me snapped. I moaned around Pascal’s cock. My hole fluttered, and slick released into my briefs.
I was coming.
Whimpering, I trembled through the unsatisfying peak. It left me open and soiled and aching with emptiness.
With one last lick, I released Pascal’s cock.
“Please,” I whined.
“Come here.”
He tugged my pants and underwear off and lying back on the sofa, he guided me to straddle his face. Then he swallowed my cock.
I bucked. “Empty!”
But Pascal was already there. He filled me with two fingers and stroked my hole, curling and uncurling his fingers. His knuckles stretched me and rubbed the right places, and I lost myself.
I fucked his mouth and rode his fingers as if he’d plugged me into electricity.
This orgasm wasn’t weak.
It stormed through me, overloading my nervous system. I collapsed over Pascal’s head.
He softly suckled on my cock and pumped his fingers into my hole.
“That book is dangerous,” I managed, panting.
“Nngh.”
“Sorry.” I pushed myself up, sliding out of Pascal’s mouth.
“No need to apologize.” Pascal grinned and licked his lips. “I quite enjoyed that. Shower?”
We showered together. As he skimmed my skin with soapy hands, I shivered, my body like a live wire. He got to his knees and rimmed me, and I came on his tongue, the images from the flyer flickering through my head.
I hoped Pascal would relent soon and finally fuck me because chances were, I’d lose my mind before we got there.