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Bilbo slapped a hand over his mouth. Fuck. His heavy breathing came to a halt as the drake came into view, terrifying his little body to the core.
"Ah, there you are, thief." Smaug purred-purred-, pleased with his findings.
The fire began to brew in his chest, and this is when Bilbo slipped the ring on, hurdling to The side as a massive flame burned the path where he once stood. He clapped a hand over his mouth once more, his senses threatening to stop and his body to collapse. He watched the drake pass him, seemingly not knowing where he was. But as Smaug had almost passed, his tail came out from nowhere, knocking the pile of gold over from Where Bilbo had been hidden. He gasped as he was nearly thrown to the other side of the room, landing in another pile. With it's newly acclaimed weight, it started to topple, causing Bilbo to fall head over heels down, ending with his shoulder cracking against the side of a solid gold trinket. Bilbo cried out, and this is what gave him away.
Smaug came into view again, but he would but pass Bilbo again, right? Wrong. Bilbo lay stock still as the drake pulled the loosened ring from the tip of his finger using two very precise claws before inspecting it. Bilbo was too terrified to even ponder the idea of righting himself. Smaug soon tossed the ring aside, Bilbo's eyes following it as it landed on another massive pile, never to be seen again, most likely.
"A very dangerous trinket you hold, little thief."
All Bilbo could do was stare wide-eyed, terrified. Smaug seemed to scowl, scooping him up from the trinkets of which he lay. Bilbo yelped, struggling to pull away from the grasp, when he was lifted, high into the air, now eye level with Smaug's snout. Bilbo whimpered.
"You ponder here for one reason and one reason only, am I correct?"
Bilbo gulped, weakly struggling against his captor's paw. Smaug growled, displeased as he dropped Bilbo from the great height. Bilbo screamed as he fell, luckily landing on a thin layer of wolf fur. He could do nothing more but curl into The fur, staring up at Smaug, absolutely terrified.
"I suggest you answer when I question you, understood?"
Bilbo whimpered, pushing back against the furs as far as humanly possible. After a heavy silence, Smaug sighed, closing his tail around the vicinity from where Bilbo lay. He soon closed in so that his tail encased the furs, so close that Bilbo was able to feel the heat radiating from him. Bilbo was practically cowering in fear, his only means of protection tossed away uselessly. Smaug's snout snaked its way down to Bilbo's face, causing mountains worth of humid, heavy steam to come in humongous waves over Bilbo's form. He coughed, trying to clear the soot from his lungs, officially unsuccessful.
"Understood?" Smaug's voice pierced the foggy air with alarming strength.
Bilbo tried to speak, anything, but his mouth would fill with unbearable carbon dioxide if he were to open it. He nodded, hoping Smaug understood. He did. Smaug purred, curling his tail tighter, restricting Bilbo's space so much so that he had to stand, face the unbearable heat and lack of oxygen. Another wave overcame him, causing him to drop to his knees painfully.
"Please-Smaug-the stupendous, I--need oxygen it I-if I--" he stopped, light-headed was taking over, his mind overflowing with soot.
Smaug didn't have any mercy, relentlessly covering Bilbo in hoards of smoke. Bilbo's little lungs couldn't take it. He had no oxygen-the corners of his vision blurring substantially. Soon, he was drifting into unconsciousness, sure he wouldn't wake to see the light of day.
When Bilbo awoke-surprisingly-he thought he was dreaming, this whole adventure had been a wondrous, terrible dream, but how wrong he was. He coughed, the remnants of soot still housing itself in his lungs. He heard a booming chuckle -not as booming as it should be- echo through out the massive cavern of treasures, startling him to full consciousness. He looked up to find a looming figure, too small to be a dragon and too big to be Thorin. The figure stepped from the shadows, letting Bilbo marvel in all his glory.
He was elf-sized, he had pointed ears with crimson horns above them, not to mention an unruly set of curls lain upon his head as hair. His fingernails were replaced with claws, crimson wings jutted from his back, fangs sharper than all the spears of the land. A tail protruded from Smaug's tailbone, just above his bottom. His eyes, god his eyes. Reptilian along with the scaling skin around the corners of his form. All crimson, almost all. Bilbo willed himself to look away, but he could not spare himself the glance of looking below the belt at Smaug's well-endowed manhood. He whimpered at its size. It was so-thick, long, and he was already half-hard. From what? Watching Bilbo sleep? Bilbo shivered, pushing back against the bear-like furs that he had been lain on. He tried to scrabble upward using his hands, but found them to be tied behind his back, along with a makeshift cloth stuffed unceremoniously into his mouth, covered with a piece of off-cut linen. He tested the gag, whimpering at how wide it opened his jaw. Smaug purred.
He stepped close, into Bilbo's personal space, his pronged tongue flicking out to wet his plump Cupid's bow lips. Bilbo gulped.
"I must teach you well, if you are to be spared as my treasure. I hope you understand."
Bilbo nodded, Smaug continued on teasingly, "You are such a naughty little halfling, aren't you?"
Bilbo eyes widened, about to protest, and ask how Smaug knew he was a hobbit, when Smaug's hand came down to hold Bilbo's chin tightly, nearly crushing it in his grip. Surprisingly, the claws did not come into play. Smaug growled.
"Do you have memory loss? You came into my mountain, woke me, then dare to try and steal something from me, thief?" He hissed, fingers tightening against his jaw.
Bilbo shook his head frantically, not keen on having his jaw broken because he hadn't answered.
"LIAR!" Smaug exclaimed, his other hand coming down upon Bilbo's throat, the hand on his chin lifting as his left squeezed at his throat tightly.
Bilbo gasped, the Gag already constricting his breath enough, now that he was going to be strangled to death, he couldn't breath at all. He didn't want to die, the tears prickled at the corner of his eyes until they got too heavy, falling down his cheeks. He gasped uselessly as the hands tightened, sure they wouldn't yield even if they wanted to. The lack of oxygen started to blur his vision again, his eyes nearly rolling into the back of his head. He heard Smaug chuckle, angering Bilbo that he could actually be enjoying this.
The next thing that happened surprised Bilbo the most-the claws lifted. Bilbo gasped and sputtered, trying to regain repose. As his breathing started to calm Bilbo heard Smaug's chuckling again, angering him even more. He thought he was the Master of Bilbo's life, did he? Decide whether Bilbo should live or die? If this Gag was off, Bilbo would give him a mouthful. Not caring of the consequences, Bilbo lifted his leg, kicking Smaug straight in the stomach, knocking him back momentarily. He was satisfied, until Smaug got up, looming over him again.
Smaug growled, obviously enraged. He grabbed Bilbo's cheeks with one hand, claws now digging in monstrously close to his eyes.
"You dare lay such an unworthy act of negativity upon me?! I kept you alive, you should be grateful that I have not devoured every morsel of what you once were!" Smaug roared, raising his hand to slap Bilbo across the face.
Bilbo cried out, waiting for the sting, the pain--none came. He opened his eyes, looking up at the looming shadow. He was, smirking? Bilbo huffed, furrowing his brow in annoyance and anger. The slap never came. Smaug shrugged.
"You will learn to respect me."
And with that, Smaug moved one hand to Bilbo's neck, not pushing hard enough to stop air from coming in, but enough to constrict it. He gasped as Smaug's other hand came down to run along his side, gentle as a butterfly. He squirmed, only stopping when the hand around his neck held tighter, wielding a struggle to be useless. Bilbo was still crying, the horrible realization coming into play. He was going to be Smaug's plaything for as long as he found viable, then be slaughtered. Smaug purred, leaning in to lap at Bilbo's tears. Bilbo growled.
"I don't like your tone." Smaug stated, casually tightening his grip.
Bilbo was still able to breathe, but any movement to cause him to gag. Bilbo whined, helplessly frightened.
"Where's that courage, little thief? Have I reduced you to this?" Smaug asked, knowing he wouldn't get an answer.
Bilbo closed his eyes, only to be told otherwise. Bilbo opened them again hesitantly, 'earning' a gentle kiss on his cheek. How he just wanted to disappear. Why did he agree to this-he'd rather die then-ah! Bilbo's eyes widened larger than saucers as Smaug's claws started to slip the buttons from his coat off. Bilbo was helpless to stop it. He whined again, desperate to have Smaug as far away from him as possible, though his beauty was captivating. His breath quickened as his coat was ripped from him, following his shirt and suspenders. He whined, his only article of clothing left on him were his trousers. He gasped as a ghost of a forked tongue traveled to his left nipple, bucking desperately to get it off. Smaug was unyielding, instead holding his grip firm, moving one hand to toy with the gag.
"Shall I undo the linen? Do I want to hear your voice?" Smaug thought out loud.
Bilbo jumped hopefully, only to be shot down with the hand on his neck. Maybe he could persuade Smaug otherwise if he had the use of his voice. As Smaug started to untie his gag, Bilbo grew wide-eyed, hopeful. As the gag was thrown to the side, Bilbo coughed, opening his mouth to speak when he was halted by a squeeze to his throat.
"You are not to speak unless thanking me, answering me, or with my permission, understood?"
Bilbo looked to the side as he responded with a meek, 'Yes sir.' His tears had ceased momentarily, but nearly started up again as Smaug continued to span his torso with curious nips and fingertips. He cried out, bucking as Smaug placed a Palm against his length.
"Oh please, o gracious one, please not there-I--"
"Did I permit thee to speak?"
Bilbo shut his mouth, whimpering quietly.
"There's a good little thief." Smaug praised, pressing his hand against Bilbo's crotch again.
Bilbo's breathing quickened, terrified. Smaug seemed to enjoy this little note of fear, slipping his fingers past the hem of Bilbo's trousers, pulling them off with fearful force. Bilbo was now bare in front of one of the most dangerous predators in all of middle-earth. Bilbo gasped as Smaug continued to Palm him, waiting until Bilbo was hard from the touches.
One thing Bilbo had just noticed was that Smaug was so warm. It felt amazing just to be right next to him, but he knew that he shouldn't be enjoying this. He whimpered as drops of something sticky and warm started accumulating upon his belly. He assumed Smaug was already leaking with pre-cum, which humiliated Bilbo probably much more than Smaug. He gasped as Smaug started rutting against him, against his forced erection. Smaug was much bigger-well no shit he was a dragon- and he was just so warm. So-ah! Bilbo whined as Smaug's lips reigned down upon him, planting kiss after kiss all over his body. His breath was startled and laboured, arms getting immensely sore by now. Smaug purred.
"What a pretty little thief," Smaug smirked, ceasing his rutting.
His tail whipped around, snaking itself along Bilbo's inner thigh before the tip moved to his entrance. Bilbo shut his legs tightly, resulting in them Being pulled apart by strong, impatient hands. Bilbo didn't get a lecture, but what he got next was much worse. Smaug's tail began to push in, dry as an old bone. Bilbo cried out, writhing and bucking, trying to move away now that the grip had been released from his neck. Smaug held him firmly in the same spot, pushing further and further inside. Bilbo's head fell against the furs for the first time, breaking eye contact as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. He wasn't trying to speak, he was just making something between a whine and a gurgle of incoherency. He was sure the wetness that started to build was blood, what else could it be?
And then it happened.
Smaug's tail pulled out slightly, before slithering back in further than before. Bilbo let of a broken cry of pain, feeling his insides coiling with the tail of a certain fire drake. He was practically convulsing by now, his body shivering uncontrollably, though he was not cold. Then Smaug did it again, and again, until he was fucking Bilbo with his tail, slicked with his own blood? Bilbo still wasn't sure. His limbs had grown limp, so instead Smaug chose to grab a handful of Bilbo's curls, forcing him to look back up at what damage he'd inflicted, hey. That wasn't blood. Apparently, Smaug had found a way to slick Bilbo with pre-cum while he was being entered, magic? Bilbo didn't have much a chance to think when Smaug tugged his hair back, forcing him to look at the ceiling. He heard Smaug let out a groan, pulling his tail from Bilbo. Bilbo sighed in relief, chest heaving, mind desperately thinking of something to say before it was too late.
It was too late.
Smaug again pulled his legs wide apart, stretching tendons worryingly. He chuckled a dark, deep chuckle that irritated Bilbo, but soon, he could not think about that. He couldn't think about the dwarves, Thorin, Gandalf, Bag End, The gold laying all around them, nothing. His mind went blank-because at that very moment, Smaug pushed in, not nearly as gentle as he should have, his length pressing far into Bilbo as his first thrust buried him deep, nearly three-quarters in. Bilbo opened his mouth in a silent scream, looking back up to gape at Smaug and his dastardly doings. But Smaug wasn't looking. Instead, he had thrown his head back, sighing in pleasure as he rolled his hips experimentally. Bilbo jerked violently and finally, words came.
"Please-o Smaug the stupendous! Please no! It's-it's too big!" Bilbo cried as Smaug rolled his hips again.
Not to mention the warmth.
It was so warm, is this what it felt like to be on fire but not burn? Smaug purred at his outburst-purred? He expected a slap or a brutal choking, but a purr?! Smaug leaned forward, drawing himself deeper into Bilbo as he leaned. He grabbed Bilbo's chin, tapping his cheek with his index finger.
"It's looks like I've broken you, and I've only been in you for thirty seconds. You're weaker than I expected." Smaug hissed the last part, his hand pushing Bilbo's head to the side, as if he was not worthy to look at, scum on the bottom of a boot.
Bilbo was crying again, at the harsh words, gestures, actions, everything. Until Smaug pulled out halfway, pushing back in. Smaug groaned.
"Look," Smaug grabbed Bilbo's hair, forcing him to look down. "Look at how much you've taken in, and look at how broken you already are. You aren't even upon me fully. If I were to have you ride me right now, I'd split you in half."
Bilbo eyes widened.
"Oh please, please don't--I can't, I'd die-"
"That wasn't an invitation to speak." Smaug punctuated with a harsh end to the k, letting Bilbo's head fall back.
Oh the heat. The heat was excruciating, but not enough to burn him alive. Why couldn't it just. Smaug grabbed Bilbo's member, giving a harsh stroke.
"What if I were to say you aren't allowed to come? You've been so very bad, a naughty little halfling, you don't deserve to be in my presence. And yet, I will keep you."
Bilbo shook his head, in fear that an answer would result in just that. Smaug purred, pistoning his hips forward. Bilbo screamed, his voice box growing weaker and weaker.
"Oh please..." Bilbo whispered, almost to himself.
But Smaug heard it. It seemed like he'd just about had enough of Bilbo's outbursts.
"Such a naughty little halfling indeed...you are not to come. If you do, it will result in serious consequences. In fact, you are not worthy of any sort of touch in his region." Smaug stated, his fingers lifting from Bilbo's rock-hard cock.
"Oh please, please, please-I'll be good, I promise-"
"You aren't showing so. You're breaking so many rules, and I'm letting you. I'm being generous already, don't test my limits."
Smaug's hips jutted forward again, finally finding Bilbo's sweet spot, located in the far back of him. Smaug purred, rutting against the bundle of nerves relentlessly. Bilbo gasped and sputtered, his head thrashing violently as he tried to keep control of his body's want of release and try not to clench.
"Sir..." Bilbo let out the ghost of a whisper as his hips were lifted off the fur, letting Smaug plunge deeper into Bilbo's body.
So wide, so long, so warm.
Smaug didn't stop thrusting this time, instead leaning over to stroke the curls that had strayed to Bilbo's forehead. He could be gentle as a breeze on a summer's evening, or rougher than a hurricane caused by an evil sorcerer. Bilbo wanted to cry, but his body had run out of water. He was so frightened for his life, and desperate to have it over with. Why couldn't he just die?
Smaug seemed to read his thoughts, leaning close to capture Bilbo's lips in his, and Bilbo kissed back. He had nothing else to go on, he felt terrible, this was only pleasure on one side, but something to occupy his mind from the brutal attack would do, even if it was a kiss from his captor. Smaug seemed just as surprised that Bilbo kissed back, chuckling as he thrust deeper, hips pistoning into Bilbo's prostate every single time. Smaug kissed him with a passion he did not feel as Smaug pushed in and out of him, breaking him, burning him. But it was soon over, because at this moment, Smaug shuddered, pulling halfway out as he came, wave after wave, inside Bilbo, filling him to the brim. It felt like his stomach would start to bulge and explode, but it didn't. Dragons had much more release than hobbits. This was apparent. Smaug pulled out, coming over Bilbo's thighs, navel, belly, chest, neck, face, until he was covered. Bilbo's little body couldn't take it, and he came, bucking as he turned his head, thick dragon come flying against his cheek. It seemed like Smaug wanted to drown him with seed, but then it stopped, and more terror began.
"You came."
Two words. Two words that terrified Bilbo much more than it should have. Bilbo opened his eyes, looking up at his captor.
"Please, o mighty one-I didn't mean to, I swear!" Bilbo cried.
Smaug didn't seem to hear him, swiping a bit of cum from Bilbo's lower lip, forcing Bilbo's mouth open to lick it off.
"You have broken one very vital rule, and this is your punishment." Smaug stated casually, moving so that he was bent over Bilbo, his softening cock millimeters away.
He grabbed Bilbo's head, positioning him, then pushing him on, making Bilbo gag horridly. His jaw was wider than imaginable just around his tip, but then Smaug pushed him deeper, until he was a quarter way, in which then Bilbo convulsed so horridly that it made Smaug pull back, only to have him back on before Bilbo could take a breath. Smaug groaned, the noises Bilbo's throat was making trying to reject Smaug's massive dragon cock were absurd.
"Look at you! So weak! Try harder, and maybe then I will decide when I let you breath again." Smaug said as he nudged forward, blocking Bilbo's airway.
He rolled his hips as Bilbo tried to shy away, bucking and tugging desperately to try and get Smaug off. He was not yielding. Smaug started thrusting deeper and deeper into Bilbo's mouth, and Bilbo started to take it. There was nothing else he could do. Smaug groaned, thrusting immensely deep and holding it as he came a second time, right down Bilbo's throat. Not as much as the first time, but still. Six spurts in all that Bilbo was forced to swallow down, rivulets dribbling down his chin. Smaug pulled out, clamping a hand over Bilbo's mouth as his cheeks filled out.
"Swallow."
Bilbo tried. The cum didn't taste half bad, it was rather the quantity. He coughed and sputtered as he tried to swallow the cum with Smaug covering his nose and mouth. Once he'd finished, Smaug released his hold. Bilbo gasped for breath, but it was short lived. Smaug started to shovel the earlier spurted cum from all over Bilbo's body into Bilbo's mouth, with the option to swallow or spit. The latter was out of the question. So, he started to swallow the bucket loads, until he was full to the brim, his body would burst with one more drop. Smaug backed away to look at his handy-work, noting that Bilbo had grown another erection. Smaug smiled.
He wrapped a hand around Bilbo, stroking with butterfly touches, making Bilbo buck for more contact, for the first time. Smaug smirked, pumping hard, once twice, thrice, then he stopped. Bilbo was so close to the edge that he cried out as Smaug stopped, just squeezing his base. He whimpered closing his eyes.
"Beg for it." Smaug growled against his ear.
At this opportunity, Bilbo's eyes opened wide, mouth opening to begin.
"Please, o gracious, generous one, please allow me the kindness to come! I promise to be so good--please, sir! Hah, I can't hold it-I'm so sorry for before I'll be so good, so very good, for you!"
Smaug seemed to think, before squeezing hard, his hand falling from Bilbo, all contact lost. Bilbo whined, bucking up for something, even a brush would send him over the edge. But nothing.
"You deserve nothing, you thieving magpie. You are unworthy to come by my hand, or anyone's, ever again. Let this day he known, burglar, the day I restrict you from coming ever again."
With this, Smaug wiped himself off, as if he was dusty, walking out of Bilbo's field of vision. Bilbo couldn't cry. He couldn't beg. He just lay there, turning onto his side to curl into himself, shocked, sniveling uselessly. Smaug hadn't even had the decency to untie him.
Bilbo was broken, Smaug was right, worthless. He was able to force a few tears from his tear ducts, but that left his eyes burning. He had the overwhelming taste of Dragon cum in his mouth, the soreness of an a thousand-year war, the pain in his shoulder dulling to a sting, and the decency of a shire rat. With these thoughts, Bilbo was able to drift to sleep, and he would surely be glad not to wake in the morning.
To Be Continued...
