DRACO: A Dragon Chef Romance

by Layla Fae

Bonus Scene

© 2022 Layla Fae

Aubergine
“Rabbit! Hop up to my office. Now.”
Draco threw me a deliciously angry look, and I couldn’t hold back a smirk.
Thankfully, his back was already turned. If he saw my reaction, he would
get so angry he would refuse to punish me.
He knew perfectly well how I enjoyed it.
I followed him, skipping with excitement, shamelessly ogling his handsome
butt.
When we were in his office, Draco slammed the door shut, a predatory
look slithering onto his face.
“You mislabeled the sweet and savory spice,” he said, eyes glinting wit cold
fury. I resisted the urge to lick my lips with anticipation. “Satan called me
onto the floor to ask why his fillet mignon was so sweet.”
A pang of worry flickered in my chest.
“Was he very angry?” I asked. It was only Satan’s second visit, and as his
power allegedly rivalled Draco’s, it would be unwise to provoke him.
“His girlfriend enjoyed it, so it’s fine. But.”
As fast as a lightning, he was on me, smoke trailing the sharp angles of his
face, red fire igniting in his eyes. He put his hands around my throat and
squeezed just enough for me to feel the pressure.
I kept my eyes from fluttering closed in pleasure.
“You’ve been very careless, darling,” Draco whispered, his thumbs trailing
over my windpipe. “And careless, naughty girls such as you get what they
deserve. Is this clear?”
“Yes, boss,” I breathed, slipping into my role seamlessly. “Please.”
He would tie me up and wrench orgasm after orgasm out of me, turning
me into a boneless, shaking mess, and then he would fuck me senseless. I
would be sore and limping, and shamelessly satisfied afterwards.
Draco’s mouth stretched in a grin, revealing his gleaming fangs.
“Now, darling, it is a very happy coincidence. We just got our first delivery
of eggplants.”
“Eggplants?” I asked, my daydream dissipating. He looked entirely too
pleased with himself. “Why is this relevant?”
“Because,” Draco said, leaning in so his lips brushed my earlobe, “I’ve been
meaning to stuff my Rabbit full of eggplant for ages. And finally, I have the
occasion.”
He nipped at my earlobe, grazing it with his fangs, and I yelped at the flash
of pain. Draco stepped away, his hands still on my throat, and grinned,
triumph in his eyes.
“Having second thoughts, darling?”
I bit my lip, considering. As long as it wasn’t a pineapple – or a pumpkin…
“Bring it on,” I said.
“Excellent. Safe word?” he asked, squeezing my throat a touch more
tightly.
“Same as always,” I gasped. “Snail.”
He gave me a dazzling smile full of fangs and stepped away.
“You have ten seconds to undress.”
While I scrambled to get rid of my clothes, Draco rummaged in his
wardrobe and put something on the desk with a thud. Panting, I stood in
front of him, naked and blushing. He was still fully clothed in a white shirt
and black trousers, and a shiver went through me.
On the desk lay a fucking eggplant.
“Now,” he said, eyes glinting red. “I want my darling to kneel with her legs
wide. Here, on this desk.”
I bit my lip, my excitement mixing with nervousness. The window was
cracked open, and I could hear the bustle of the street outside – which
meant that when I screamed, people on the street would hear me, too. My
legs shaking, I walked over to the desk and climbed on top.
“Wider,” Draco hissed, and I spread my knees. My legs would be shaking
soon, I knew. “Now. You will put your hands behind your head. Good girl.
And I will put this nice, shiny eggplant between your legs. I want you to rub
yourself against it.”
I couldn’t help it. I giggled.
“Like that girl in your painting? Aubergine? I’m sorry, but it doesn’t… Oh!”
One hand was on my throat, squeezing tight, while the other pinched my
nipple. Normally, it would be arousing as fuck, but he hadn’t touched me
yet, and so, my flesh wasn’t prepared for his assault.
“You forget yourself, darling,” he hissed in my ear, kneading my nipple way
too hard. I whimpered and thrust my hips, helplessly hunting for friction.
“Let’s try this again. You will rub yourself against this eggplant and enjoy
it.”
“Yes, boss.”
I yelped when the cool, smooth skin of the vegetable touched my pussy
lips. Draco stood right behind me, his body heat sizzling over my skin. His
arm was slung around my hip, pinning me in place, his shirt’s fabric
pleasant against me.
“Now.”
I circled my hips, trying to find the most pleasant point of contact. After a
few tries, I confidently rubbed my clit against the smooth skin, and it got
warm under my touch. I let my head fall back against Draco’s chest, and he
put his second hand on my tit, rolling my nipple between his fingers.
“Just like this, darling. Don’t stop.”
I brought myself closer to the peak, moaning, not loud enough to be heard
on the street, I hoped. Draco licked over my earlobe and pinched my
nipple, grinding the eggplant against me, and I keened.
I grew wetter by the minute.
And soon, he sniffed the air, a small growl reverberating in his throat.
Gotcha.
“Would you like me to fuck you, my horny little Rabbit?” he asked, his voice
deep and hissy, the dragon coming through.
“Yes. Please, fuck me.”
“So wanton,” he purred, kissing down the side of my neck. I was panting.
“So very eager for my cock. But you won’t get it yet. This is a punishment.”
He stepped away from me, and slapped my ass so hard it stung. I yelped,
but this, too, was part of the game. Draco put his palm over the hurting
place and caressed my skin, murmuring in appreciation.
“You have a lovely ass. It’s made for squeezing and fucking, isn’t it?”
“Yes, my boss,” I gasped when he gripped my butt cheek hard, his finger
dipping into my crack.
And then his other hand caressed my slit, touch gentle and very precise. He
didn’t even graze my clit.
“I like how wet you are,” he said, lips at my ear. “Maybe you are a good girl,
after all. Tell me. Are you my good girl?”
I jerked my hips, trying to rub my clit against his hand, but he moved out of
the way preternaturally fast. He squeezed my butt cheek and held down
my hips against him.
“I am,” I said. “Draco, please…”
“Not yet. I want to see my Rabbit stuffed with eggplant. Nothing else will
do.”
He raised it high, and I could see it glistened with my arousal. Draco
brought it to his nose and took a long, indulgent sniff.
“Now, listen closely, because you have to do it right,” he said, pressing his
crotch, double erection prominent, into my back.
“What if I don’t?” I asked, the itch to provoke my dragon irresistible.
“I won’t let you come,” he said, voice cold.
I shivered.
“I’m listening.”
“I will hold this eggplant between your legs and you will fuck yourself on it,
making your hips fall and rise, until you swallow it whole.”
“Oh my god.”
He positioned the eggplant between my legs, the fatter end up, and I
considered this task. I’d much rather have his cock, or better yet, both his
cocks inside me.
But for Draco, a woman fucking a vegetable was a treat, and so I sighed
and prepared to feel the burn in my thighs. I lowered myself carefully until
the smooth, cool vegetable was lined with my entrance. I hovered there,
biting my lip.
The eggplant wasn’t that big, so it wouldn’t hurt me.
But it wasn’t small, either.
With a sigh, I lowered myself, the coolness making me gasp as it
penetrated, stretching me uncomfortably.
And Draco hissed in pleasure, putting his arm around my ribcage to hold
me close.
“Perfect, darling.”
I rose and lowered myself again, this time taking in more of the eggplant.
Draco’s palm grew, silver scales covering his skin, sharp claws growing in
place of nails. He reached his clawed thumb to my nipple, and I jolted at
his touch. Breathing hard, I rose, and fell again.
“Stay like this.”
I sank onto my heels, the eggplant filling me, quite pleasantly. Draco’s hot
breath ruffled the hair on my nape, and the sharp sound of his zipper send
a thrill through me.
Finally.
He circled the desk, and I craned my neck to look up at him. He was closer
to dragon than human now, his horns scraping the ceiling, his enormous
frame hard with muscle, silver with scaly dragon armor.
He had grown so much that his cocks were almost level with my face. Both
hard and straining, the blunt spikes black against the silver shafts.
“You’ve been very good, so I will let you choose, darling,” he said, smoke
curling around his snout. “Sweet or savory?”
“Sweet.”
He grinned at me, white fangs flashing, as his red eyes glimmered cold and
alien. A familiar thrill went through me, and I squirmed, the bulky shape of
the eggplant not enough to quench my thirst.
“Sweet it is.”
He gripped the back of my head, clawed fingers threading through my hair.
In his paw, my head was small, dainty. I whimpered, looking up at him,
knowing what was coming.
“Open.”
He pushed his cock into my mouth, his hard spikes hitting against my teeth.
While absolutely divine when buried in my core, they made blowjobs hard
to execute. But that was all right.
I grabbed Draco’s second cock in my hand while he slowly fucked my
mouth, pushing the hard, hot shaft as far as it would go. Keeping my
breathing in rhythm with his thrusts, I stroked the savory cock.
And then I moaned, because the first drops of the sweet spice landed on
my tongue, and the liquid pleasure surged through me, obliterating all else.
I sucked on him as he slammed into my throat, another burst of flavor
illuminating me from within.
The savory cock was slick with spice under my hand.
Draco pulled back, breathing fast, more smoke billowing around his head.
“Get up, darling.”
I did, the eggplant sliding out of me with a wet sound. I left it on the desk,
and Draco picked me up with a low growl, carrying me to his bed. The one
in the office wasn’t as large as the one in our apartment, but it was still big
enough to support him in this form.
He laid me down on the mattress and buried his snout between my legs,
sniffing me. I gasped when his claws dug into my thighs as he spread my
legs wide open. He licked me in one long stroke, his tongue rough against
my sensitive flesh, and I cried out, my legs trying to close, but he wouldn’t
let them.
“I’ll keep that eggplant on my desk,” he purred, and licked me again. “It
smells delectable.”
He pushed back and fisted both his cocks, spreading the spice, which
served as excellent lubrication, over himself. I knew I was playing with fire,
but still, I reached my hand to my throbbing clit for just on touch, one little
flick…
Draco’s strong, flexible tail wrapped around my wrist and yanked my hand
away. I struggled uselessly against its grip.
“Bad girls don’t get to come on my cock, darling. If you touch yourself
again, I will knot you and won’t let you orgasm.”
“Oh.”
I looked up at his cold, dragon face and considered. He looked cold, and
cruel, and so electrifying.
Before I could chicken out, I reached down with my other hand. I barely
managed to graze my clit when Draco was on me, snarling and baring his
fangs in a grin.
He roughly pulled my hips so they were sideways. I bent my upper leg,
heart pounding. I knew what would happen, I knew it would be bad, and
still I provoked him, like I always did.
Draco lined himself against my entrances and growled, sending
goosebumps racing across my skin. He pushed into me, not violently but
not slowly, either. I was gasping, choking on my breath, as his wide, slick
heads penetrated at the same time, stretching me open, rubbing against
one another through the thin wall separating my cunt from my asshole.
I breathed through the burn and the stretch, and my pulse hammered in
my ears, pleasure building inside me. Because now, he was in, pushing
deeper, painting my insides with fire.
I moaned, and Draco hissed, pushing until he was buried within me to the
roots.
In one fast, powerful stroke he pulled back and slammed into me. I cried
out, because, fuck. I was so full and so tight around him, and his spikes
dragged along my inner walls building up heat and pressure.
“I wonder how long you will last before you cry snail,” Draco growled,
thrusting faster now, his paw pushing my shoulder into the mattress. “I’ll
give you one minute.”
“Bet,” I gasped. “I last longer… I do menu next week.”
He thrust deeper with an angry snarl, and I cried out again, stars exploding
behind my eyes. I was so close, but without his agile tail on my clit I
wouldn’t be able to crest the wave.
“No way in hell,” Draco hissed, brimstone blowing in my face.
He pushed me further into the mattress, pounding into me, and I could
only breathe and take him, overwhelmed with the fullness and the feel of
all that power and strength coiled right above me, holding me down.
Draco roared and with two more thrusts, he was buried deep, both cocks
exploding, their bases swelling up to lock us together.
“Oh my god!”
I squeezed my eyes shut, moaning and trying to wriggle away, to escape, to
push him away. But Draco’s arm was strong around me, keeping me close,
his scales sliding against my skin, his breath blowing in my face.
I whimpered and sobbed, the fullness too much. I knew my belly bulged
with the amount of his cum, and I knew it had no way out, it was stuck
inside me, creating a pressure that was unbearable.
It was torture, and yet, so sweet. I knew I was just a touch away from
orgasm – and that an orgasm would be a relief, making the pressure
dissipate and become comfortable.
I reached desperately to my clit, and Draco laughed in my ear, capturing my
hand. We were locked together, his cocks swollen and still hard inside me,
his arms gripping me close. I knew there was no way out, and yet I kept
struggling, trying to expel him out of me, the fullness too much, too
much…
“Just one little word,” Draco tempted me, hot breath caressing my ear.
“Just say snail, and I’ll make you come.”
I struggled more, whimpering, pumped so full of him I was growing cross-
eyed.
“No… way… how… long?”
“Thirty more seconds, love.”
I groaned, thrashing in his hard grip, and Draco laughed, his tail winding
teasingly around my thigh. I stilled, panting, hoping against hope it would
bring me the relief I craved. It slid up and up, and I shivered from
anticipation as it teased inches form my clit… Just inches…
The tail darted away, and Draco chuckled in my ear. I cried out in
disappointment and fury, squirming harder, Draco’s knots pulsing inside me
tauntingly, the pressure growing more intense…
“Time’s up.”
Before I even breathed in relief, Draco’s tail rubbed between my folds, and
my body exploded with ecstasy, clenching tight, drawing in, and then
releasing in a powerful wave of pleasure. I hovered in Draco’s arms, my
entire body shaking, each shudder weaker as the wave slowly dissipated,
while he purred, his chest vibrating against me.
“You’re one brave little Rabbit,” he purred, holding me close, the way our
bodies were joined now blissful.
I snuggled into him with a sigh.
“I’ll do those mini-burgers for entrees,” I said, my voice slurring slightly as
the post-mating haze descended on me. “And I’ll add those craft beers I
told you about…”
Draco groaned, his claws scraping gently against my skin. I giggled at his
reaction.
“And you know what? I think I’d like to make this into an Italian week.
Gourmet pizza, honey. What do you think?”
“I think you’re a willful, naughty Rabbit,” he said burying his face into my
hair. “And I’ll have to find a different way of punishing you. How do you feel
about whips?”
I thought about this for a moment.
“Honestly? Anything goes. As long as it’s you. But back to my menu, I
think… Oh. Oh!”
Draco’s tail teased my clit again while his claws dragged down my breast,
leaving thin red lines on my skin.
“Be a good little girl and stop talking about the menu when I’m fucking
you,” he growled in my ear.
I sank against him with a moan. Another delicious game was starting, and I
was ready to play. Because with Draco, it was always a game. And when
you play, you win some, you lose some.
Although with him, even losing felt like winning.
This was a bonus scene for DRACO: A Dragon Chef Romance by Layla Fae.
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