As Peril made her way over to Clay's house, she couldn't help but grin to herself in anticipation. It had been a couple of months since she and Clay had begun to have sex, and it had been good… But during all of their sessions, the mudwing had always been so careful and tentative, not that it was unwarranted with that absolute monster of his; and though at times she appreciated it, she couldn't help but fantasize about what would happen if he really did let loose on her.

Well, today was the day that she found out.

For the past 2 weeks or so, all mudwings, including Clay, had been experiencing their estrus cycle. Peril had found out last week and had spent the other in self-imposed chastity, waiting for his cycle to be in full swing.

But now… Now he must be feeling the full effects of his estrus, and even if he wasn't, Peril had brought some… contingencies. Nothing special… just some powerful, fast-acting aphrodisiacs to get him in the mood.

She walked up to his door and rang the doorbell. "Hi Clay! It's Peril!" she called, before taking out the key he had given her and unlocking the door. The faint smell of male hormones hung in the air, and the skywing couldn't help but grow wet from it.

She followed the smell upstairs. While in the living room it had been faint, in Clay's room the smell was nearly thick enough to cut through. The mudwing responsible was laying in bed watching TV when Peril entered. He looked up at the skywing, and lust flashed in his eyes before he shook it off.

"P-Peril!" he exclaimed, pausing the program. "I-I didn't hear you come in.. you really shouldn't be here…"

"I know," she sighed innocently. His eyes widened when she climbed on top of him, purposefully grinding her crotch against where she could feel his erect cock. "I just missed you."

He stood frozen for a while, and again, Peril saw that lust flash in his eyes again before he shook it away. "P-Peril you can't stay here…" he said, and the skywing frowned. Clearly, this was going to be more work than she had anticipated.

"What? You don't want me here?" she questioned, preying on his kindness.

"N-no it's not that!" he assured her. "It's just… ummm…"- Peril could tell that her antics were getting him worked up from his increased nervousness and the pulsing of his cock from under the blanket.

"Yes?" she asked in the most seductive tone she could muster, and that ever-growing look of lust flashed in his eyes again.

"F-fuck, Peril!" the mudwing exclaimed suddenly. He rolled them both over so that he was on top and threw the blanket to the side, exposing his giant cock. It was about the size of her leg, hard as steel and absolutely glistening with pre-cum. Clay growled above her. "Is this what you wanted?"

The skywing couldn't help but grin spreading her legs wide open for him. "Oh fuck yeah," she confirmed, and a grin spread across her face. Peril yelped as Clay picked her up before her face was pressed into the mattress. From behind?! Her mind screamed. We've never tried that before!

The mudwing didn't seem to care. He climbed on top of her, prressing her face into the mattress. "You wanted it, you'll get it!" he growled, and Peril's heart leaped. Yes! This was the dominance she had wanted in the beginning!

"J-just be sure to go slow in the beginning-AAAAAAH!" her warning was cut short by a shrill scream as her boyfriend shoved his length into her unceremoniously, her walls violently being forced open to make way for his meat.

"Take it," the mudwing growled above her, not waiting for a second before pulling out and thrusting back in, forcing more of himself into her with each thrust.

It was painfully clear to Peril that the dragon above her was not the Clay she knew, this was a whole different creature altogether. He pounded her with no regard for her experience, just trying to force as much of himself into her as possible. But, in her own depraved state, with this behemoth being forcing into her again and again, it sent lewd shivers down her spine. She was fuckmeat, and it turned her on like fucking crazy!

"You'll take it all!" Clay growled above her as she reached the hilt. "Like the slut you are!"

Then, he hit it. His dick slammed full-force into her g-spot, ripping her breath from her. Then, came the screaming. She wailed and writhed under him as the most powerful orgasm of her life ripped through her entire frame. Her walls clenched around his cock and the mudwing roared as he pressed his large knot against her folds, trying to force it in as his own orgasm crept upon him.

With another roar, he slammed into her, only managing to get a part of his knot into her before releasing gush after gush of cum. Peril was helpless under him, and could only scream in ecstasy as he emptied his pent-up load straight into her womb.

When he was finished, he pulled out with a triumphant grunt, and watched as his seed spurted out of his mate, running down her legs on to the bed. Feeling full and satisfied, Peril stood up the best she could with a groan.

"Fuck… that was amazing," she exclaimed. She smirked when she saw Clay panting, but it was wiped off her face when she noticed the soreness in her legs. "I need a shower… feel free to join me." she smirked and tried to leave, but Clay grabbed her by the tail.

"We're not done yet," he said lowly. She opened her mouth to object, but he suddenly jumped onto her, pinning her against the wall. "I'm going to breed you like the bitch you are!"

Peril eyes widened in horror. She doubted she could survive a second round, let alone enjoy it! Her orgasm had already taken everything from her, and she was still extremely sensitive. The skywing opened her mouth to voice these complaints but was silenced as Clay clasped a talon over her mouth.

She had definitely bitten off more than she could chew here!

But she couldn't think about it for too long, as he suddenly thrust his monster cock into her again, and immediately, her oversensitive pussy was climaxing on him again. But he didn't stop. He growled and thrust despite the tightness, ripping into her again and again.

He laid down on top of her, his thrusts slowing down. For a moment, she sighed in relief. Then, he slowly pulled out, then shot back in, making her scream. She thrashed around as yet another orgasm tore through her spent frame, and he was still far from done.

At 5 orgasms, she was regretting ever coming here.

At 10 orgasms, she regretting ever loving Clay.

At 15, she regretted being born a female.

At 20, she regretted being born.

When Clay emptied that last load into her, then collapsed beside her, she cried in relief.

One thing was for sure. She couldn't wait for the next Heat cycle...