Dragon Diman Special Potion

You sit on the cold, unforgiving ground, your legs crossed awkwardly beneath you as you stare intently at the small jar before you. The liquid inside shimmers faintly in the dim light, and you can't help but scowl as you blink at it, convinced it looks suspiciously like water.

"Are you sure it's not just water?" you call out, your voice echoing slightly in the stillness. You don't even bother to glance at the large dragon a few meters away behind you. You know he is there. His presence fills the cave even when he says and does nothing.

The male huffs in response. "Do you really think someone would dare to scam me?" His voice rumbles like distant thunder.

You shrug, feeling a mixture of uncertainty and defiance. "Well, everyone can be stupid at least once," you reason.

"Sure they can," Diman scoffs again.

A moment of silence stretches between you before you break it again. "And what if something goes wrong?" you ask. "I don't want you to get hurt just because-"

When your sentence trails off and you glance at him over your shoulder, Diman's large mouth splits into a wolfish grin. His sharp teeth gleam under the candlelight's orange glow. "Just because you want my cock?" The teasing lilt in his voice sends a rush of warmth through you.

You've lived with Diman for almost a year now, and in that time, he's pushed you to the brink of ecstasy more times than you can count. Some days, it's almost a competition to him to see just how many times you can reach your climax, yet, despite the familiarity of his teasing, you still feel your cheeks heat up at his words.

"Come now," he purrs. His voice is smooth as silk and dripping with playful seduction. "You can't tell me that you don't want it."

You can't deny the truth in his words. The longing that has built inside you each day has become maddening. No matter how close you feel to Diman, there's an unmistakable barrier created by the vast difference in size between you.

"Of course I want it," you reply steadily despite the flutter of nerves in your stomach. "I want you, but not at all costs."

You hear him rising to his feet, the powerful thud of his clawed paws against the ground reverberating through the silence. He moves gracefully, as if the weight of his massive body is a mere afterthought, and settles down beside you with a gentle thump that stirs the earth beneath you. His head lowers, resting next to your body, and you can't help but admire the contrast between his imposing form and your own.

Diman's large eyes soften as he gazes at you, a flicker of understanding shining in the depths of his golden irises. He leans into your offered hand, rubbing his nose against your palm, the warmth of his breath sending shivers up your arm. "It's safe," he assures you, his voice deep and reassuring. "The worst that can happen is nothing." There's a calm certainty in his words that soothes your worries, but still, a part of you hesitates.

"And what if you stay that size? What then?"

His expression shifts to teasing in an instant, that signature glint returning to his eyes. "What? You won't love me anymore?" He laughs.

You elbow him playfully, though you can't shake the feeling that he feels it less than you do. "I don't want you to change. Would you really be happy if you stayed my size?" The question hangs in the air, heavy with the weight of unspoken truths.

Diman's large mouth opens, and for a moment, it seems he's ready to respond, but then his voice falters, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his features.

"See?" you point out, a small smile playing on your lips. "You would hate it. You like being this scary dragon who can burn down anything." The words come out more playful than accusatory.

He locks his gaze with you, a knowing look passing between you. "You love that too," he counters. "And my offer still stands."

"You won't burn down my ex-village," you tell him firmly, your brow furrowing slightly. The thought of it doesn't stir any deep feelings within you; the village holds no charm or attachment. They had cast you aside, throwing you into the dragon's arms as if your life were a mere game, an expendable pawn in their fears. Even though Diman is the best thing that ever happened to you, the villagers didn't know that. They had always seen him as a monstrous threat, and now, they likely think you already died at his claws. You are sure they had already forgotten you even existed.

He huffs in mock disappointment, but you can see the spark of mischief in his eyes as he glances back at the small vial still sitting on the ground. The shimmering liquid inside catches the light, glinting like a treasure waiting to be uncovered.

"So?" he asks, tilting his head slightly. "Do you want me to drink it?"

"You won't leave me alone until I say yes anyway," you reply, attempting to suppress the flicker of worry that still lingers in the back of your mind.

"You're right," he nods, his golden eyes alight with mischief. Stubborn as ever, and not even trying to hide it.

You sigh, relenting. "Then drink it."

Diman gives a satisfied rumble, rising to his feet and approaching the small vial on the ground with a careful slowness. He lowers his massive snout until it hovers just above the tiny glass container, his eyes narrowing with annoyance.

Then, after a long pause, he glances up. "Could you... open it?"

The request sounds so awkward, so endearingly out of place, that you can't help yourself, you lean back, bursting into laughter. "Oh, you beast!" Your voice echoes off the mountain walls.

"Har-har-har," he grunts, rolling his eyes but staying completely still, clearly waiting for you to help.

Shaking your head with a grin, you finally stand and walk over to the vial. Reaching out, you pop it open. The glass feels cool and smooth beneath your fingers as you twist the tiny cap, releasing a faint, fragrant aroma that drifts up to your nose. It doesn't smell familiar, and it only makes you more worried.

Diman's eyes remain locked on yours, his gaze intense and unwavering, as you hold out the open vial. For a brief moment, time seems to stand still, the air thick with anticipation, and then, with a slow, deliberate motion, he parts his jaws, revealing rows of razor-sharp teeth that glint in the dim light. You carefully reach over the intimidating barrier of fangs, and tilt the vial.

The moment the liquid touches his tongue, the two of you hold your breath, eyes locked on one another as you pull back, watching him intently. You wait, bracing for some shift, some sign of transformation, but the seconds drag on, stretching into a long, tense silence. Diman's form remains unchanged.

"Do you feel anything?" you ask, your voice barely more than a whisper.

"Nothing," he replies.

You raise an eyebrow. "How did it taste?"

Diman gives a small shake of his head, his expression unreadable. "Didn't feel that either," he mutters, glancing down at the vial with an annoyed huff.

"So... you think they really scammed you?" you ask cautiously, watching his expression closely. Though a part of you feels relieved that nothing bad happened, you can sense Diman's disappointment like a wave radiating off him. The excitement in his eyes has faded, replaced with a quiet frustration that's hard to ignore.

"Not necessarily," he says, shaking his large head slowly, his gaze lingering on the empty vial. "These things... Magic isn't something you can predict." His voice is low and thoughtful, as though he's trying to reason through his own expectations.

More seconds pass, each one dragging with anticipation. Finally, Diman lets out a deep, frustrated huff, the sound echoing off the rough mountain walls. "I'll still be asking for my gold back," he mutters, tinged with irritation as he turns, flicking his tail dismissively.

You can't help it. Your jaw clenches, stifling a laugh as you watch him stalk toward the nest you've built together. The sight of a massive dragon sulking over a failed potion is so absurdly endearing that a warm amusement bubbles up in your chest. You know you should feel some disappointment, at least to some extent, but the truth is, your fears had outweighed your hopes all along. A part of you braced for the worst, imagining scenarios where the magic might have gone wrong, and relief floods you. Diman, however, had believed in this wholeheartedly, his hopes stretching far beyond your cautious expectations. As he lies there, huffing quietly to himself, you can feel the lingering frustration radiating from him. For him, the vial had promised something grand, a spark of magic that could have changed everything. Something that could have brought you closer together. And now, that possibility sits hollow between you.

With a sigh, you settle into the nest beside him, pressing yourself close to his hard, scaly skin, feeling the familiar warmth seep through. Blankets and layers of fabric cocoon you, but it's his presence that truly wraps you in comfort. Reaching out, you let your fingers trail slowly over his scales, each ridge grounding you with its solid, reassuring warmth.

"I'm sorry it didn't work," you murmur, resting your hand on his muzzle, feeling his steady breaths rise and fall. "I know how much you wanted it."

Diman lets out a soft sigh, his eyes drifting shut, the weight of his disappointment evident in the subtle slump of his shoulders. "I suppose... magic can't fix everything," he says, a note of reluctant acceptance in his voice.

You scowl, the words prickling at something within you. "We didn't need fixing," you correct him firmly, your voice resolute. "We just needed a little help, that's all."

His eyes flick open, absorbing the certainty in your tone. "Careful," he teases, the edge of a smirk tugging at his lips. "If you get any angrier, you just might breathe fire."

You scoff, rolling your eyes playfully. "Please. Like that wouldn't turn you on."

A rumbling laugh escapes him, deep and rich, reverberating through his chest and into you, filling the entire nest with his amusement. "Without question."

Soon, a comfortable silence settles between you, wrapping around you as gently as Diman's scales. The dim light casts soft shadows across the nest, and the warmth of his body radiates through the blankets, lulling you into a calm, drowsy state until you both fall asleep.

The morning feels like it comes too soon as you awaken to the sensation of something, or someone, touching you. A large hand grips your hips roughly, and something warm and demanding grinds against your backside from behind, and your instinct kicks in almost immediately. You jolt up, adrenaline flooding your system, a mix of fear and anger igniting within you.

"Who-" you start to threaten, ready to defend yourself, but your words falter as your gaze settles on Diman. The dragon, though still large and dominating, is much smaller than last night.

He looks at you, an excited grin spreading across his muzzle, and those familiar golden eyes sparkle with mischief. "Good morning," he rumbles. The low growl of his voice reverberates through the air, sending a thrill through you despite the surprise.

You blink in confusion. "What happened to you?" you ask, your heart racing as you process the changes. The potion actually worked.

Diman shifts slightly, his movements graceful even in this smaller form, and he chuckles softly. "Seems like the potion had a bit of an effect after all," he replies with a playful gleam in his eye. "I suppose it decided to play a trick on me."

"You are smaller!" you exclaim, still shocked.

Diman huffs with a playful mockery in his tone. "Yeah, every male loves to hear that."

You can't help but laugh, nearly throwing yourself at him as you eagerly scan his new form over and over again. "No, really! Look! I can cup your face!" With that, you do just that, cradling his still-large head in your palms, marveling at how you can finally reach him so easily. Though he's undeniably still big and powerful, the change is strikingly evident.

The dragon lets out a deep, rumbling laugh. "Yes, you can." His fingers curl gently around your wrists, holding you steady as you settle over his torso, your heart racing with the thrill of exploration. "And you know what else you can?"

"What?" you ask, curiosity piqued by the teasing lilt in his voice.

"You can kiss me too."

Your breath hitches in your throat as you process his words, a flutter of excitement mixed with nervousness unfurling in your stomach. Though you've shared many intimate moments, the size difference has always kept you from kissing. Now, with Diman smaller and more accessible, it feels like a significant milestone. A first kiss with the male you love. You stare into his warm, golden eyes, seeing a playful invitation and a deep sincerity in his gaze. The moment stretches between you, heavy with anticipation. Everything you feel for him swells, memories of your shared experiences flooding your mind, and you realize how much you've longed for this simple, yet profound act.

Bracing yourself on his broad chest, you lean in, closing the distance with a racing heart and burning anticipation. The moment your lips meet his, his arms curl around you, holding you tight as he captures you in a searing kiss that feels both exhilarating and surreal.

It is a little awkward, his snout makes things difficult, creating a strange angle, but you don't care about anything. As his tongue slips into your mouth, a thrill runs through you, sending shivers down your spine. You respond instinctively, matching his intensity. Your own tongue shyly dances with his as the world around you fades into a blissful haze. Every worry and every lingering doubt dissipates in the wake of this kiss. You grip his scales, feeling the power beneath your fingertips, and you can't help but smile against his mouth, exhilaration bubbling up inside you. Diman's hold tightens, his powerful form radiating safety and warmth, and you revel in the delicious contrast between his strength and the tenderness he holds.

Soon, your kiss turns even more heated. The world outside is completely forgotten as you lose yourselves in each other. Diman's hands move with a surprising gentleness, yet there's a firm intent behind them as they find your hips, guiding you across the length of his cock that juts out from the sheath of his scales.

You gasp against his mouth, the sensation sending a rush of heat through your body, amplifying the electric tension that fills the air between you. His touch is both exhilarating and overwhelming, the sheer size of him a reminder of the powerful creature he is, even in this smaller form.

The friction between your bodies ignites a primal instinct within you, a desire that has been simmering just beneath the surface for far too long. As he guides you, the reality of the moment washes over you, filling you with a mix of excitement and need.

"Fuck me," you hum against his mouth, the words spilling out in a breathy whisper. "Fuck me, please," you plead, desperation creeping into your voice as the heat of the moment grows inside you.

"As you wish," he replies, his tone low and filled with a teasing promise.

With quick, deliberate movements, he tugs your nightgown off your body, the fabric sliding away to leave you bare and vulnerable atop him. The cool air kisses your skin, contrasting sharply with the warmth of his body beneath you.

Diman's eyes darken with desire as he takes in your exposed form. His hands roam across your skin, exploring the curves of your body as he takes his time, savoring the moment. Each caress sends shivers down your spine, igniting every nerve ending as you arch against him, hungry for more. Your hips grind down on him in a restless motion, each movement filled with desire, and your lips part with a silent whine when one of his hands cups your breast, the hard pad of his thumb brushing over your nipple with just the right amount of pressure.

"Perfect," the dragon groans, the sound rumbling deep within his chest as he pulls you closer, just enough so he can take your breast into his mouth. His warm breath sends another wave of tingling pleasure through you, and you gasp, your body instinctively arching toward him as he swipes his tongue over the hard bud again and again, sending sparks of electricity shooting through your core. Diman's mouth is a warm haven, his skilled tongue teasing and exploring in ways that leave you breathless. You can feel the heat pooling low in your belly, the need for him growing with each passing moment.

He responds to your silent plea, his other hand sliding down your body, fingers trailing along your waist before finding their way between your legs. You shiver as he brushes against your most sensitive area. "You're so responsive," he murmurs, his voice thick with lust. "I could stay here forever."

You feel your body respond eagerly to his touch. Diman's fingers find your most sensitive spot, teasing you with a gentle caress that sends waves of pleasure coursing through you. The heat pooling in your belly intensifies as he continues to explore, each movement deliberate and intoxicating.

"Please," you gasp, the word slipping from your lips as you lose yourself in the sensations. You can't get enough of him, of the way he touches you, the way he makes you feel utterly desired. Your hips rock against his hand, chasing the pleasure he offers, and you can feel your body tightening, coiling with need.

Diman's gaze is locked on you, filled with a mixture of hunger and adoration as he watches your reactions. "You're beautiful like this," he growls, the timbre of his voice sending another rush of warmth across your heated skin. "So responsive, so ready."

His fingers begin to work in earnest, sliding through your slickness, exploring your heat with a confidence that sends you spiraling further into bliss. You arch your back, gasping as he finds the perfect rhythm, his touch sending you closer to the edge with every passing second.

"Diman, I-" you start, but the words fade into a soft moan as he applies just the right pressure, his thumb circling your sensitive nub while his fingers plunge deeper into your pussy. You can feel the tension building, a delicious wave of pleasure that threatens to wash over you.

"Let go," he urges, his voice low and sultry as he leans in to capture your lips again. The taste of him, of warmth and desire, fills your senses, pushing you closer to the precipice.

With every thrust of his fingers and every flick of his tongue, you feel the world around you dissolve, leaving only the two of you caught in this moment.

"Diman, I'm so close," you breathe against his mouth, your body trembling with the effort of holding back. His eyes gleam with anticipation, and you know he wants to see you come undone for him.

"Then let it happen," he whispers with a raw need that matches your own. "I want to feel you fall apart."

With his encouragement, you surrender to the pleasure, letting it wash over you in powerful waves. You cry out, the sound escaping your lips as you feel the release crash over you, your body shaking with the force of it. Diman holds you close, his hands steadying you as you ride the waves of ecstasy, feeling utterly consumed in his protective arms.

The day passes by in a hazy heat, the cave echoing with your moans and the wet sounds of your bodies meeting over and over again. Each moment feels intoxicating, a blur of pleasure that leaves you half-delirious. You lose track of time, lost in the warmth of Diman's body and the fierce kisses you share.

But soon, a low growl emanates from your stomach. Diman's keen ears perk up at the noise, and he pauses, his gaze shifting from the heat of the moment to your flushed face. "You need to eat," he says firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument.