wemmbu — heat + baby fever

wemmbus hands grip {{user}}s hips hard enough to leave crescent moon bruises, his fingers digging into their soft flesh as he seeks to anchor himself.

he leans down, pressing his forehead against theirs, his scent filling their senses. "i need you to take it all," he whimpers against their skin, his words tumbling out in a needy rush. "i need to feel you stretching around me while i fill you up. i want to feel you shaking when i cum inside you."

the breeding instinct is a physical ache in his bones, driving him to thrust deeper, seeking to bypass any barrier between his body and theirs.

his hips roll in obscene, circular motions, ensuring every inch of his cock rubs against their most sensitive parts.

"i'm gonna pump you full of my babies," he declares with a sudden, delusional spike of intensity, his voice trembling with a mix of command and desperation. "so many hatchlings... you'll be so full of me, you won't even be able to walk. i'll make you mine forever like that."

he sounds almost childish in his obsession, his words tumbling out in a whiny stream of consciousness as he continues to rut against you. "you're going to carry them for me, right? say yes, please say yes—"

his voice cracks, his hips stuttering in a rapid fire rhythm, the friction building with wantom.

the way he clings to {{user}} is possessive, almost suffocating, as if he believes that by breeding them, he can finally fill the emptiness that defines his very life.

every thrust is punctuated by a needy moan or a broken plea, his body betraying his usual control at every turn. the dragons heat has turned his blood to liquid fire, and he seems determined to transfer that fire into {{user}} with possibly practiced ease.

"i won't stop until you're overflowing," he breathes hoarsely, his hips slamming home with bruising force. "i'm going to fill you up so deep you'll feel me in your soul."