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Hello all! I desperately need Pitayaknight content, so I decided to write a whole bunch of porn.

Something to keep in mind is that I'm not taking this too seriously, and neither should you. Just turn your brain off and enjoy the semi-realistic smut. Also, a few chapters will be pretty goofy, so watch out and don't expect much from those.

A few other things of note, regarding the content of these fics: I don't have a specific set of headcanons regarding what Pitaya's got, so I'll write em with male and female genitalia interchangeably, just depending on the kink and how I wanna write it. Knight's just got a peen.
These don't all take place in the same continuity, like, at all. A lot of them will be an established relationship, but some won't. It should be fairly obvious which is which.
Mostly Knight's POV, but I'll occasionally write from Pitaya's
Critique is welcome, but don't be a dick.

And now, the prompt list! Mostly by the-purity-pen on Tumblr, but I shuffled a few things around to better fit my tastes.

The way this prompt list works is that this is a list of all the prompts I HAVEN'T done. I you want to see the ones I have done, just check the chapter list. Also, if you have a specific prompt you want to see sooner, just leave a comment and I'll put it higher on my priority list.

Sex Toys
Creampie
Dry Humping
Cockwarming
Rimming
Hate Sex
Face sitting
Love bites
Licking
Lingerie
Boot Worship
Nipple Play
Orgasm Denial
Tender Sex
Pet Play
(Bad) Sexting
Sensory Deprivation/Bondage
Formal Wear
Body Worship
Temperature Play
Free space

Enjoy!

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Knight approaches the looming entrance of Pitaya's den with a lightness in his chest that he hasn't felt in months. It's been nearly a year since he's last seen his lover and he's missed them terribly. He dismounts from his horse and shoulders the heavy doors open. He steps in side the significantly cooler cave and takes a deep breath.

"Pitaya! I'm back!" He calls down the stone halls. No response. Sighing, he ties his horse up and grabs his pack. He walks deeper in, assuming they must be asleep or far inside, and didn't hear him. He turns the corner to what can best be described as their living room; huge armchair, normal armchair, several bookshelves, and racks and racks of weapons (most of which they had made themselves). He's scarcely stepped in before he find himself pinned to the ground by a very large, warm, dragon-shaped mass.

Knight squeaks and flails about, trying dislodge his assaulter. He manages to twist his head around, but is greeted by a wet kiss. He makes a surprised mph sound, recognizes the mouth as Pitaya's, and returns the kiss whole-heartedly. Knight drinks in the familiar feeling of their mouth on his, tongues intertwined. He brings his hands up to tangle them in Pitaya's long hair, noting that they aren't wearing their helmet at the moment. Knight can feel Pitaya grinding their crotch against his body, and rolls his eyes at their impatience. He pulls their mouth off his, gasping for air.

"I'm glad to see you too, but could you not wait, like, ten minutes for me to unpack?"

"No! It'sss been ssooo looong Knight, you can't expect me to wait." They respond, still practically humping his leg.

Knight lets out a groan. "Fine. Can we move to a bed though?"

"No."

"...use lube." They glare at him. "There's some in my pack."

They make a disgruntled noise, but do as they're told, rustling through his bag. Knight uses the brief respite to hastily undress himself, stripping off his light armor and undergarments. They turn around triumphantly and toss him a small bottle. They begin taking off their own armor as Knight quickly wets his own finger and tries to prep himself to the best of his ability. He groans softly at the feeling of his fingers inside himself, and intensely watches Pitaya strip. He's nearly forgotten how lovely their body is, but is gladly reminded of it's glory.

Once their done, they sit back on their haunches and waits for Knight to finish. He can tell from their clenched hands and the slight tremble of their legs that they're fighting to restrain themselves. Knight decides to take pity on them, and pulls his fingers out sooner than he would have usually.

"Alright, I'm read-" He's cut off by them smashing their lips back against his, and shoving the head of their cock inside of him. His surprised moan is muffled by their tongue invading his mouth, licking every crevice. They move their hips slightly, starting off with shallow thrusts, but quickly lose their composure. They slam his shoulders against the ground, and start thrusting deeper and deeper. It isn't long before they bottom out, and Knight is slightly regretting cutting his prep short. The hard stone against his back also hurts slightly, but he finds the sharpness a nice balance to the intense pleasure of penetration.

Pitaya ends the kiss, pulling away from Knight, although a strand of saliva still connects them. They lean down next to his ear to murmur into it.

"Ah- I misssed you sssso much Knight. You h-have no idea. Ahh!"

Knight answers with a loud moan, now that his mouth is no longer covered. He wraps his legs around their waist, trying to draw them closer in. They press even closer against him, every thrust rocking his entire body. Embarrassingly, he's already close, but he's pretty sure Pitaya is too. Only a few powerful thrusts later, and he comes with a high-pitched moan, back arching off the floor and into Pitayas body. They come quickly after that, filling him with their cum.

They completely collapse after that, squishing Knight flat against the floor. He lets out an oof sound, and wraps his arms around their thick body.

"i'm glad you're back." They mumble, returning the hug.

"I'm glad I'm back too."

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Knight hovers above Pitaya's erect dick, hesitating. He's not quite sure why, but it probably has something to do with the massive size of it. He's definitely never taken something this big, and is more than a bit nervous to try.

"Well? Get on with it." Pitaya impatiently demands. They're sitting upright, leaning against the headboard of Knight's bed, with Knight straddling their lap. When he's on his knees like this, he's actually at eye level with them for once, and he can clearly see the arousal etched into their features.

"Yeah, yeah okay." He steels himself, and lowers himself onto their cock. He lets out a sharp gasp when the head of it first breaches his entrance, stretching him wide. Inch by inch he takes it in, bouncing slightly in a steady rhythm. He grabs onto Pitaya's shoulders for support, as they grab his waist. Their huge hands wrap nearly entirely around it, and squeeze gently. Finally he bottoms out, thighs meeting thighs, Knight feeling fuller and heavier than he's ever felt before.

He pauses there for a moment, letting himself adjust until an irritated grunt from Pitaya stirs him into action. He raises himself a little, but doesn't dare go all the way back up. Then he slams himself back down, as hard as he can. He lets out a loud moan, and immediately bites his lip in embarrassment. He can feel the intensity of Pitaya's eyes on him, and it makes him blush all over his body, from head to toe. Getting over himself, Knight repeats his previous motion, this time raising himself a little further up the shaft. Setting a brisk pace, he fucks himself onto Pitaya, still grabbing onto them for fear of falling if he didn't. His lips are still tightly clenched as well, trapping the moans that threaten to spill out.

Pitaya begins thrusting their hips too, angling them slightly, almost searching for something. Their efforts are rewarded when Knight lets out a high-pitched squeal, signifying that they've found his prostate. The grin, and thrust into it again, earning another squeal and a hard clench of the hands on their shoulders. Knight tries to resume his motions, but with the added stimulation it's too much, and he fall against their chest, panting.

The dragon doesn't seem bothered, merely grabbing more tightly around his waist and lifting him up and down themselves. With their great strength it's easy. In fact, they're able to move faster and harder than Knight, who's currently holding onto them like a lifeline. All attempts to muffle his moans were abandoned a while ago, and his cries ring out. It isn't long until he reaches his climax, back arching as white-hot pleasure courses through him. Pitaya comes at the same time, squeezing Knight's hip so hard it's almost painful as their warm cum gushes into him. They give a few last thrusts before carefully pulling him off and dropping him on their lap.

Knight slumps against them tiredly, wrapping his arm around their chest in a hug. Pitaya smiles fondly and presses a gentle kiss to the top of his head.

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Knight is pretty sure this is how he's going to die. Sandwiched between two horny, possessive dragons. Not a bad way to go, he must admit.

He's on his hands and knees, one cock in his mouth and another in his ass. Pitaya's scaled hands grab him from behind, since they had insisted on getting to fuck his ass first. Ananas has their hands fisted in Knight's golden locks, tugging on them roughly. Both of them were shoving and pulling at him roughly, and Knight is half convinced they're going to tear him apart. Both are trying to fit as much of their dick into him as they could, but neither are willing to get any closer, and the distance they had deemed acceptable wasn't enough for them to both fit comfortably. So that leaves them in this strange game of tug-o-war.

Despite the roughness, Knight doesn't mind much. He's far too preoccupied by the feeling of being penetrated in two places by such massive cocks. Pitaya's is a familiar feeling, but it's certainly something he never tires of, the length stretching him open and hitting his prostate with every thrust. And he finds that he quite likes the feeling of Ananas's dick nearly suffocating him, pulling out just enough to let his lungs get brief respite before shoving back in.

While Knight's own sounds are obviously muffled, both of the two dragons' panting can be heard loud and clear. They've been going at this for quite a while, so all three are close. Pitaya yanks Knight's hip back, pushing all the way in and hitting his prostate deliciously. Doing so pulls Ananas mostly out of his mouth, so they pull him back forward and off of Pitaya. They both pull and thrust several more times before Ananas comes with a loud groan, shooting their slightly acidic tasting cum into Knight's mouth, which he swallows down eagerly.

Knight comes next, arching his back and clenching around Pitaya. The sudden tightness sends Pitaya over the edge, and the two ride out their orgasms together. Both dragons pull out, and without the support, Knight collapses. He lays there gasping for air, as the dragons above him situate themselves.

"Not bad..." The golden one drawls, leering down at him. "But I bet I could give you a betterrrr orgasm, if I was the one fucking you." Knight rolls his eyes internally. The dragon can't help but make everything a competition.

And of course, Pitaya has to rise to the the challenge. "Oh pleassse. You don't get laid nearly enough to know how to give somebody a good orgasm."

Ananas growls angrily. "Wanna bet? I get his ass you take his mouth?"

Pitaya hesitates for a second, making eye contact with Knight, asking for consent. Knight nods slightly. He can probably go another round.

"Sssure."

Without another word Ananas picks Knight up, spins him around so he's basically sitting on their lap, and sinks their still-hard cock almost all the way in. He cries out sharply, having not expected for them to go so deep so quickly. And soon they slide him the rest of the way down, bottoming out easily. They begin bouncing him up and down rapidly, pulling all the way out and plunging back in at an overpowering pace. Overstimulation makes his feet flex and he has to fight to keep from making embarrassing sounds. Begrudgingly, Pitaya scoots closer, wanting to be nearer to the action.

"So, little knight? What do you think? Is this betterr?

"I- ah," Knight struggle to form words. If he has to admit to himself, he notes that while Ananas is longer, Pitaya is wider, and he honestly prefers Pitaya. But saying the out loud seems like a death wish, so instead he stutters out, "I-i can't d-decide yet."

"Hmph. I guess I'll have to fuck you so well, they won't even be an option in yourrr mind."

Knight meets Pitaya's eyes, and they share a look, both exasperated at the other's cockiness. But it's not like Pitaya has much room to talk. Then, Knight's gaze roams lower, and he's struck with an idea on how to get out of answering more questions.

He pushes himself out of Ananas's grasp and awkwardly falls forward. They let out an annoyed grumble and and quickly their position to keep thrusting into him. Now, Knight is directly in front of Pitaya's dick. He slightly licks his lips before swiftly taking the entire thing in. He's rewarded with a loud moan from Pitaya and a sharp buck of their hips. One of their large hands comes down to rest on his head, but it doesn't pull or push like Ananas.

"He mussst like mine best. Look how eager his isss to suck it." Pitaya hisses out from above Knight. Ananas snaps something back and Knight lets out a mental sigh. It's going to be a long night.

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Sitting on a bed of furs, naked, in a dragons den, is really making Knight question his life choices. Is he really about to do this? Fuck a dragon? And for the purpose of... procreation...

It had started when Knight was trudging through the outskirts of Dragon's Valley, on the return journey from some missions. He had been interrupted by Pitaya suddenly descending from the sky and landing next to him, giving him quite the scare. He had quickly pulled out his weapon in fear of attack, but they rapidly assured him that they were not here for a fight. Rather, they had a deal to offer him.

See, dragonkind has a bit of a problem. There aren't that many dragons out there, not any more, which is a bit of a issue when it comes to the continued existence of the species. After all, you need dragons to make more dragons. But there are solutions, one of them involving crossbreeding with Cookies. While the resulting children will be weakened, it's better than nothing. So that was the offer; Knight would have sex with Pitaya, hopefully knock them up, and be on his merry way.

Knight was obviously apprehensive at first, but the more he thought about it, the more it made sense. I mean, it was a win-win. Pitaya gets to stave of the extinction of their species, and Knight gets to get laid. And he had certainly been needing it.

Now he's having second thoughts about this, but before he can ponder things any further he's shaken out of his thoughts by Pitaya heavily settling next to him. They poke his side with one long claw.

"Hey. You. I'm ready."

Knight jumps a little. "Hey! Don't poke me!" He says indignantly.

Of course, they poke him again. "Stop that!" Poke, poke, poke.

Knight decides to retaliate, shoving them hard. They shove back, and soon the two are practically wrestling. Their brief tussle ends with Knight on top of Pitaya, hands on either side of their large chest. He blushes, somehow only just now realizing they're completely naked. He lets his eyes roam over their exposed body, appreciatively taking in their large pectorals and sculpted muscles. His eyes trail further down to their wide hips and, between that, their slit. He notes the lack of hair, instead there are smooth scales.

"Are you going to actually fuck me, or jusst ssstare?" Pitaya grumbles loudly, displeased by the lack or action.

"S-sorry!" Knight stutters out. He swallows his doubts and prepares himself.

Pitaya opens their legs, displaying their dripping hole. Knight feels his dick growing hard at the sight, and gulps, before swiftly entering them. He groans at the warm, sticky, feeling, and pushes himself all the way in, quickly bottoming out. It's fairly loose, mostly due to their large size, but it feels wonderful nevertheless. He pulls himself most of the way out and then quickly plunges back in, trying to set a steady pace. He isn't a virgin, but he hasn't exactly had a ton of sex either, so he's somewhat worried about his performance.

But it seems he has no need to worry, as Pitaya's eyes are shut tightly in bliss and they're moaning loudly.

"Ah, Knight...fasster, fasster!" He complies, moving his hip more rapidly than before. "Good, good... You want to breed me, don't you? To f-fill me with your ssseed, ahh.."

Those words do something to Knight, sending a wave of hot arousal through him, making his hips stutter slightly. It must show, because Pitaya's lip curls into a smile, or maybe more of a smirk.

"Yeah, yeah I-I do. I'm gonna, hah, gonna fill you to the brim. I'll fuck you until you're, hah, swollen with my cum. " He doesn't know where that came from, but Pitaya also seems to enjoy the dirty talk, gripping their legs tight around him, pulling him closer in.

"Ffffuck yeahhh..." They moan loudly. They begin to rock their hips as well, matching Knight's thrusts. One of their large hands reaches up to Knight's back, and pulls him down so his face is buried in their chest. Pitaya is practically wrapped around him now, especially as their wings spread out and envelope the two of them. Knight just keeps thrusting as hard as he can, and he can feel his climax approaching.

Pitaya seems close to, they grip him tighter than before with both arms and legs. A few more swift thrusts and Knight reaches his orgasm with a loud cry, releasing his load into Pitaya. The sensation of hot cum flooding their insides sends Pitaya over the edge, and they clench him even closer before collapsing entirely. Knight collapses as well, slumping against Pitaya's chest without even bothering to pull out. Pitaya begins stroking Knight's back, and the pair lays like that for a while, enjoying their afterglow.

After a while, Knight asks something that's been dwelling in the margins of his brain for a while. "Hey Pitaya? I was wondering, why me? Out of all the cookies on Earthbread, why choose me to ah...father your children." Why him, a completely average dude by all mean, is what he doesn't say.

"Hm, well, you're ssstrong and sssmart, at least enough to cut off my tail. And, you've got ssspirit. Those are good dragon qualitiesss."

"O-oh, thanks." Knight feels a pleasant warmth spread through his chest at the praise.

"Alssso you're one of the few cookiess who frequently passes through Dragon's Valley and I didn't feel like leaving to find sssomeone."

"Oh." He deflates a little. Pitaya chuckles a bit, and lifts him up enough to plant a kiss on the top of his head.

This is definitely one of the weirder night of Knight's life, but he finds himself not minding so much.

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Golden morning light streams in through the window, casting the room in a pleasant glow. Knight blearily blinks his eyes open, awakened by the growing brightness. He groans softly and reaches a hand up to rub his eyes. Or, tries to. He finds his movement obstructed by the large mass of dragon that's currently lying on top of him. He wiggles a bit, trying to dislodge them, but they're much too heavy. Defeated, Knight accepts the fact that he'll have to wait until Pitaya wakes up if he wants to go anywhere.

Fortunately, that won't be long, as the morning light already seems to be rousing Pitaya. They stir slightly, elbowing Knight in the throat in the process. He lets out a noise of protest, only to be squished when they roll over onto their back. Finding his breathing obstructed, Knight flails around wildly and finally manages to disrupt Pitaya enough that they roll all the way off of him. Knight gulps in a breath of fresh air, and turns to look at his obnoxiously huge lover.

Pitaya has opened their eyes by this point, but is still clearly not awake, as indicated by the unfocused look in their eyes. They begin to roll over again just as Knight notices how dangerously close they are to the edge of the bed. But by the time he can open his mouth to warn them, they're already tumbling off. Pitaya hits the ground with a heavy thump and Knight can't help but to snicker at their expense.

Pitaya sits back up with a highly disgruntled expression on their face, and Knight laughs harder. They stick their tongue out at him, like a petulant child.

"Good morning." Knight says teasingly.

"Ssstop it. Sssstop mocking me." Pitaya whines.

"You deserve it for suffocating me."

They just scowl and climb back onto the bed. They scoop him into their arms and plant a kiss on his cheek. Then one on he forehead, and nose, and under his eye, and soon he's being peppered with kisses all over. Knight can't tell if the sudden affection is an apology or an attempt to get back at him. Either way, it's a pleasant way to wake up.

Lost in though, Knight is taken by surprise by a kiss square on the mouth. Pitaya lingers there for much longer than their others and the kiss quickly turns into a passionate make out, which turns into Pitaya pressing their body against his in a very... intimately charged way. Knight sighs internally when he realizes what they want.

"Pitayaaa, it's to early for this."

They pull off of him and look at him with big, pathetic eyes.

"Pleassseee?"

"No, I don't feel like trying to take your massive dick when I'm still only half awake."

"We don't have to go all out. And I can do all the work,"

"...elaborate."

Wordlessly, Pitaya presses their pelvises together, grinding softly.

"We can jussst rub togther, like thisss."

Knight groans a little from the friction.

"Al-Alright. Fine." He supposes this will do.

Pitaya grins, and quickly remove what little clothes the two are wearing. They kiss Knight again, warm and wet, as they positions the two's cocks together. With one hand, Pitaya grabs their dicks and begins pumping. Knight wraps his arms around their broad shoulders, fisting his hands in their wild hair. He rapidly becomes hard from the combination of kissing and stimulation on his dick.

Pitaya's hands keeps a steady pace, and they begin moving their hips slightly as well. Between the two of them, they've produced enough precum to make movement pretty easy, and Pitaya's hand is able to slide up and down their shafts effortlessly. Their rough fingers rub all over, from the top to the base, working in a circular motion. Knight begins thrusting his hips too, ignoring Pitaya's earlier promise of doing all the work. It feels much nicer this way, and he enjoys having some control.

The two are still in a very lose, opened-mouth kiss, and are both panting hard. Knight doesn't think either of them will last much longer.

He's proven correct when their movements begin to stutter and come more unevenly. Knight helps them out with his own hand, griping around whatever their own hand doesn't cover. Their combined motions only serve to quicken their climaxes.

Pitaya comes with a loud moan, shooting cum all over Knight's abdomen. Knight follows suit, further staining his torso. He groans, having not though about the resulting mess from this position. To make matters worse, Pitaya falls forward, smearing the cum all over both of them.

"Pitayaaa..." He complains.

"Whaaat? You're going to take a bath after this anywaysss."

That is true, but he still smacks them lightly. They whimper, but sit up.

"You better be the one the clean this stuff off of me."

Pitaya scoops him into their arms. "And get to put my handsss all over you? Asss if you even have to ask."

With that, they stand up and make their way to the direction of the bathroom while Knight grumbles something about them being too horny.

It's a good morning.

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Knight lets out a long sigh as he finally steps back into his room after a long day of bodyguarding. Princess had been particularly rambunctious that day, and he had spent most of his time chasing her from one side of the city to the other. He quickly strips out of his armor and into a T-shirt and pair of boxers, and collapses straight into bed without even bothering to eat. He’s not that hungry anyways.

But as he lays there he’s overcome with a certain…urge. An all too familiar heat pools in his stomach. It has been a little while since he’s found the time to, ah, relieve himself. He sighs again and reaches down into his boxers. He’s not quite hard yet, but getting there. Knight supposes he should find something to think about while he jerks it.

He runs through a mental list of possibilities. It’s always felt wrong to fantasize about Princess, just the thought of Raspberry irritates him, Cranberry would probably stab him if she knew, and he honestly found Blueberry mildly unsettling. Who else was there? Her Majesty, Hollyberry? Witches, no! Although the thought of Hollyberry brings a certain other incident to mind…

A few days ago he had been walking past the training room and had heard Hollyberry and someone else talking. He didn’t immediately recognize the voice and decided to see who it was. He was just peering into the doorway when who should walk out but a very shirtless Pitaya. They were sweaty and were probably sparring with Hollyberry, and took their armor off because they were hot? It didn’t really matter, because what happened next, well. They must not have seen him there because they proceeded to walk directly into him. And because of the height difference that meant he got a faceful of their exposed (rather large!) chest. He immediately jumped away, they exchanged awkward apologies, and he made a hasty exit. But that feeling of his face against them had persisted. It was so soft…

With a shake of his head, he does his best to dismiss the memory. But no matter how hard he tries, it stubbornly remains clear in his mind. And it’s hard to deny the fact that he’s now all the way hard, and very much so.

Pitaya it is then. He starts gently rubbing up and down his shaft while a fantasy begins to play out in his mind. What would sex with Pitaya even be like? He’s…on top of them..no, no. He wouldn’t think they’d be the type to be submissive in bed, and certainly not to him. Not to some pathetic little knight. Instead he imagines it’s Pitaya’s rough hand stroking his cock, starting slowly but speeding up.

He imagines he’s on their lap, back against their chest. That wonderful chest. The arm that is being used to jack him off is instead wrapped around his chest, holding him in place. His legs are spread out, and he subconsciously opens them in the real world too. Brushing against his legs is Pitaya’s own dick. (Do they even have a dick? He honestly has no idea.) It would probably be pretty big, especially if it were proportional to the rest of them. They would lean down and scrape their mouth against his neck, sharp teeth sinking into soft flesh. Knight lets out a soft moan at the thought.

He immediately flushes red and slaps a hand over his mouth. Right, he should be quiet, he doesn’t really want to get caught doing this. Where was he? He picks up again, both with his hand and in his mind. By this point, a fair amount of precum was smeared across his dick, giving him a little bit of lubricant to work with. In his head, Pitaya has sped up with their movements, moving their hand faster and faster and leaving harsher and harsher bites across his neck and shoulders. A warm coil builds in his stomach, getting closer and closer to snapping.

“Ah..Pitaya..” He cries out a little, still muffled by his hand. The scene in his mind morphs, and now he’s facing them, face buried in their chest, body pressed up against them, grinding hard. Their arms lock him in place, one hand on his head, really pushing it in. “hah..Pitaya, PITAYA, ah!” With a final cry he climaxes, cum shooting onto his hand and abdomen. Tired, he just lies there, panting.

But as he lies there, and his mind clears, the reality of what he just did settles in. Did he really just get off to the thought of Pitaya of all cookies? To the thought of being held in place, getting bitten, and having a dick between his legs??? He groans softly.

“Man, I really need to get laid.”

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“Sorry Knight, you can’t come with us. Girls only!”

“I-but- Princess, who will keep you safe?”

“I can keep myself safe just fine! It won’t be for very long. And besides! I must protect my virtue from your unclean man eyes!”

“....I’ve seen you naked. We’ve been raised together since we were, like, five!”

“Oh I’m just teasing. It’s more for the other girls sake, really. You’d make them uncomfortable, y’know?”

That’s….fair. He supposes. 

“Fine. But…be safe.”

“I’m always safe! Bye bye then Kniiiiight!” She skips off, and proceeds to trip over a rock and fall flat on her face. He groans, but she pops right back up with a laugh and continues running to her friends. He can hear them laugh as they saunter off. 

With a sigh, Knight trudges away in the opposite direction. While he understands their reasoning, he can’t help but feel a little left out. 

They’re at a hot spring on the outskirts of Dragon’s Valley. The Royal Family (Princess Cookie) had invited a select few nobles (everyone Princess knew) on an afternoon outing in order to “improve relations between all families” (get drunk and party but half naked). 

Knight isn’t particularly close with anyone but Princess, and he’s much too awkward to try and change that himself. But hey, maybe he can use this time to get some much needed relaxation. 

He looks around for a nice secluded pool with a comfortable temperature. He successfully finds one at a medium heat that’s behind a rocky outcrop. No one should be able to bother him here. 

He sinks into the cloudy water with a sigh. The warmth seeps into him, soothing his tired muscles. He closes his eyes and lets himself melt into the heat. 

Suddenly, a loud splash disturbs him and a wave of water hits him in the face. His eyes shoot open and before him is the last person he expected to see. 

Pitaya Dragon sits there, topless and somehow already looking very relaxed. They were invited as a friend of the Queen Mother’s, so he doesn’t know why they aren’t with her. 

“Can I…help you?”

‘Nah. Jussst relaxing.”

“Oh, um. Well. This pool is taken already, so…”

“It’ssss a big pool. We can sssshare.”

Knight is too anxious to try and argue the point further, so he doesn’t say anything. 

“Where’s the Queen Mother? Why aren’t you with her?” He asks instead. 

“Who? Holly? Ssshe wasss getting annoying sssso I went somewhere elssse.”

“Annoying? I thought you two were friends?”

“Eh. Ssshe sssayss we are. I tolerate her and her foolissshness.”

He wants to speak up in defense of Hollyberry, but the situation is awkward enough as it is. So he closes his eyes again and tries to pretend Pitaya isn’t there. It works, mostly. He can feel them shifting around in the water but it doesn’t bother him too much.

 Eventually he opens his eyes again, and sees that Pitaya is much closer than they were previously. Before, they were all the way across the pool from him, but know they’ve closed that distance by half. He doesn’t really want to be closer to them, so he does his best to scoot away again. 

“Thessse poolsss are ssso cold compared the onesss in Dragon’ssss Valley.” Pitaya declares out of nowhere. 

“I think they’re pretty warm…” Knight says, not wanting to leave them hanging. 

“Bah! You want real heat? Try a pool of lava from the heart of Dragon’sss Valley!”

“..That would kill me.”

“Pussy”

Knight isn’t sure how to respond to that, although he feels quite indignant. Instead he goes back to ignoring Pitaya. He closes his eyes again. 

But before long, he feels movement through the water again. He opens his eyes to see that Pitaya has again moved closer, by scooting around the rim of the pool. So Knight movies away, again. 

This continues for a while, Knight closing his eyes, Pitaya moving closer, and then Knight moving away. Until Knight eventually gets fed up enough to speak up. 

“Will you stop doing that?”

“Doing what?” Pitaya asks, feigning innocence. 

“Moving closer to me! You are just fine where you are!” Knight moves away. 

“Like thissss?” As Pitaya speaks, they take a definitive scootch towards him. 

“Yes! Now stop!”

Another scootch. “What, you don’t like me?”

“N-no! I just like my personal space!” 

“I like your persssonal sssspace too.” 

“You’re not going to stop, are you?”

“Nope!”

“Fine! Have it your way!” He doesn’t feel like fighting with them. 

With a grin, Pitaya comes and sits right next to him, as close as they can without being on top of him. They tower over him, being a good foot and a half taller. Knight can’t help but feel very small in their presence. 

“Why’d you want to come sit next to me anyways?”

“Becausssse you’re cute.”

“What?!” That was maybe the last thing he expected to hear come out of their mouth. 

“You heard me. I think you’re cute.” To punctuate their sentence, Pitaya wraps and arm around Knight's shoulders. 

Knight has gone very red, but he decides to just go back to closing his eyes and doing his best to ignore Pitaya. It’s much harder now that they’re in such close contact, but he finds that he doesn’t actually mind their presence all that much. They’re nice and warm, but not uncomfortably so. And they’re surprisingly soft, too. Knight has to resist the urge to lean into them. 

But after a while Knight starts to notice something. While it’s a little hard to tell through the fabric of his swim trunks, it doesn’t much feel like they have anything on their bottom. 

“Pitaya…are you naked? ” 

“Yeah.” They respond nonchalantly. And Knight, or course, can’t help but sneak a peek at what’s down there. They really aren’t wearing anything, and he barely makes out a flat surface studded with scales and leading down to their…genitalia.  

He splutters incoherently, face somehow getting even redder. He resolves to not even look at them, or their… indecency. (Somehow, in all of this, it had escaped him that he could just get up and leave). 

Knight suddenly notices a tightness in his trunks. Oh witches . He’s hard. He tries to ignore it, hoping it will go down on its own. And, more importantly, that Pitaya won’t notice it. He glances up at them to see if they’ve noticed anything and sees them staring straight back at him. And then they glance down. The movement of the water fogs it up a bit, but not nearly enough to hide anything. 

“You’re hard.” There’s a kind of smug delight to their voice and Knight isn’t sure what it means. But he doesn’t have time to ponder it before they reach one clawed hand down and grab at his erection. 

He yelps and swats them away, more out of surprise than discomfort. “Pitaya! You can’t just grab someones hard-on like that! It’s impolite!” He chides them, 

“Sssorry,” They say insincerely. They turn to face him, leaning over him. “But are you really ssssaying you don’t want me to touch you like that?”

Knight looks up at Pitaya, studying their face. He can’t deny that he’s at least a little attracted to them, and is he really going to turn down free sex?  No. No he isn’t. 

Knight gives a tiny shake of his head, and that’s all the permission Pitaya needs to scoop him into their lap. Wasting no time, they plunge their hand into his swim trunks and grab his shaft. He lets out a little surprised squeak at the suddenness.  

They aren’t any slower once they get going. With one hand they stroke him off in quick, rapid movements, running their hand all the way up the shaft and over the tip and then back down to the base again. With their other hand, they grab Knight’s chin and force his head towards them. They quickly engulf him in a passionate kiss, long flexible tongue worming its way into his mouth. It’s a rather sloppy kiss, but he doesn’t mind. 

Pitaya keeps going with the hand movements, and he can feel himself nearing his climax. He thrusts into their hand as best he can, trying to reach his climax faster. But just as he feels like he’s about to come, Pitaya stops and pulls their hand away. He whines and pulls away from the kiss. 

“Why’d you stop?”

“I’m not jussst going to get you off without getting anything myssself.”

Pitaya opens their legs and sliders Knight off their lap. He lands on the bottom of the pool with an inaudible thud and scrambles back up again, this time facing Pitaya. 

They’re sitting with their legs apart and he gets a pretty clear message of what he’s supposed to do. With a confidence that probably wasn’t deserved he moves forward, and with a bit of fumbling to find where he was, enters them. He sinks about halfway in and lets out a low groan. He closes his eyes and savors the moment for a bit before Pitaya snaps at him to get moving. 

With how slick Pitaya is, and with the size difference, it isn’t hard for Knight to finish sinking all the way in. From there, he slowly finds a good pace, egged on by Pitaya’s occasional soft groans. The water makes things a bit awkward, but he thinks he does a pretty good job at working around it.  

Knight presses himself closer, and one of Pitaya’s hands comes up to do the same thing, resting against his back. Their other hand grabs his own and guides it down to just above where he and them are currently connected. He gropes around with his hand for a bit until he finds a small nub and when he presses it, they jolt and let out a moan. Knight continues rubbing that spot with his finger and Pitaya’s moans grow louder. 

He feels himself nearing an orgasm again and speeds up a little. 

“Ah Pitaya! I-I, I’m gonna cum!”

The water around them sloshes as Knight gives a final few thrusts. He throws his head back and lets out a cry as he releases into them and slows his movements to a stop. He goes to rest his head against Pitaya’s chest, but they hit him with their knee. 

“Keep moving your finger! I haven't come yet!”

Knight complies and gets back to rapidly swirling a finger around Pitaya’s clit. He watches with fascination as they throw their head back and thrust lightly into his fingers. After a short while, they let out an especially loud cry and a large amount of slick gushes out of them. Knight takes this to mean they’ve come, and pulls away. Pitaya, sits there, panting heavily. 

Eventually, they speak. 

“That wassss better than I expected.” 

“Uh..thanks?”

Pitaya lets out a huff of amusement, and gestures for Knight to pull out. He complies, and his cum trickles out of them and floats in the water. Would that count as pollution?”

Suddenly, Pitaya scoops him into their arms and flops on their back. Now, the two of them are floating in the water, with Knight cuddling in their arms. It’s nice. Knight is warm and comfortable and the post-sex high hasn’t yet worn off. For a last time, Knight closes his eyes and tries to relax. And this time, he doesn’t get interrupted. 

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Warm breath trails over Knight’s body as he lays sprawled out on his sheets. Pitaya lies below him, running their mouth all over him. They nip and lick at every sensitive part of him, while slowly working their way down. 

Knight is almost trembling with excitement and want. But Pitaya is agonizingly slow, taking their sweet time to savor every bit of him. Their tongue is long and flexible, reptilian in nature. Its bumpy texture adds an extra degree of sensation to whatever they do with it. 

Pitaya gently spreads his legs open. He’s very wet already, slick running down his thighs and onto the bed. But of course they don’t go directly for his sweet spot, instead opting to kiss and bite his chubby thighs. They leave dark marks all over his open legs, and he thinks it’s quite fortunate his job requires him to be fully covered at all times. Pitaya doesn’t show any signs of stopping and moving onto the real deal until Knight finally breaks and begs for them to move on. 

“Pitaya! Ahg..please hurry up.” 

“Hmph,,,be more patient..” They grumble. 

“You’re one to talk.” He snarks back. 

But eventually they concede, and position his mouth over his pussy. Their tongue gently traces over his warm opening and he can’t help but let out a little moan. But then it flicks upwards, refocusing its attention on his swollen clit. He can feel Pitaya grin against his thighs as they swirl their tongue around his sensitive nub. They delight in the way he’s reduced to a shaking mess, moaning their name and pressing his hips closer against their face. 

It’s not long before Knight reaches his climax, back arching off the bed and voice reaching a high-pitched peak. He clamps a hand down over his mouth, not wanting to broadcast their activities to the entire castle. (It might be a bit late for that though, considering how loud he had gotten earlier). Sinking back into the mattress, Knight relaxes into the afterglow of his orgasm, fully satisfied. Pitaya, apparently was not though, as their tongue darts into his warm cavity. 

He gasps a little and stiffens up, taken by surprise. He hadn’t thought they were done, no, but he had expected Pitaya to get up and seek their own pleasure by fucking him into the bed. Not to keep going down on him. 

Still sensitive from his very recent orgasm, every little movement of theirs sends him reeling. The rough texture of their tongue brushes against all the right spots inside him.  When they rub against the ridge of his g-spot, he squeals loudly. Of course, they double their efforts on that spot, dragging their tongue back and forth against it until Knight is brought to his second orgasm. But this time, they don’t even pretend to give him a break. As his feet flex and his hands clamp down tighter against his mouth, they just keep on rubbing against that damned spot. 

Knight is dragged through his orgasm and straight into overstimulation, the sensation within him becoming almost painful. Almost unwillingly, his hips buck and thrash, nearly disrupting Pitaya. They growl lowly, and use their arms to pin him in place. Forearms holding his thighs apart and hand gripping his hips, his movement in his lower torso is entirely restricted. They manage to maneuver one of their hands to rub at his neglected clit though. The sensation is overwhelming, and sends him into a third miraculous orgasm. 

This time, they withdraw, only to begin pressing kisses into his already messy thighs. 

“Wh-what’s gotten into you?” He asks shakily. 

“You tassste good.”

The blunt answer makes Knight flush from head to toe. Something about it, “ you taste good” , it arouses him in a way like never before. But he doesn’t know what’s prompted it this time, after all, they’ve eaten him out plenty before. 

But before he can prod any further, they lick a stripe from his clit to his wet slit, shocking him into silence. It appears they still aren’t done. 

They aren’t done by a longshot, it would turn out. They proceed to absolutely devourer him, both inside and out, wringing one orgasm after another from his abused nerves. The only form of break he gets is when they occasionally switch to lapping and biting at his thighs again, making even more of a mess of them. 

Overstimulation has absolutely flooded Knight’s veins, completely wrecking his mind. Through his dim haze, he supposes there’s something incredibly flattering about having someone attend you this devotedly, eagerly licking up every drop the spills out of you. But whatever profound thoughts might drift through his mind are quickly dispersed with the next shock of pleasure Pitaya sends coursing through him. 

And they just. Don’t. Stop. They don’t stop as his legs go from thrashing about to only occasionally twitching. They don't stop as tears bead at the corners of his eyes, and weigh down his throat, turning his cries into sobs. They don’t stop even as his cries die away entirely, voice to hoarse to continue. And he doesn’t ask them to either. The pleasure is overwhelmingly intense, but so, so good. It mixes with pain in almost equal amounts, one receding into the other. He doesn’t want it to stop until, finally, he hits his limit. All at once (or maybe it was more gradual), it stops feeling so good and just starts to hurt. 

“P-pitaya…stop, please-” He calls softly. They do immediately, tongue still buried inside him. They slowly draw it out as he speaks. 

“I-I…it’s..I can’t anymore. It’s too m-much.” He trembles. 

Pitaya rests their head on his belly. “Aww…jussst one more…pleassse?” The plead. 

He shakes his head. “I don’t think I can take one more.” He answers truthfully. 

They pout, but oblige his wishes, withdrawing from between his legs. As they sit up, Knight notices something. They’re still very, very hard. Of course they are, who wouldn’t be after eating out their partner like that. 

“Oh, you’re…um, do you want me to…uh, take care..of that for you?” He offers hesitantly. To be frank, he doesn’t really want to, but it’d be rude to not let them get off at all after doing all…that..for him. He’s just too exhausted. 

But fortunately, Pitaya seems to take notice of Knight’s plight. “Nah, I got it.” A surprisingly selfless act from the dragon. 

Knight closes his eyes and tries to recover a little as Pitaya starts to jerk themself off. He’s pretty sure he can’t feel his legs, and he’s doubtful about their functionality right now. At the very least, his inner thighs will be sore. 

He cracks an eye open to check on Pitaya. They’re staring straight back at him, albeit with a hazy expression on their face. They must be close to their own climax, and they shoot him a smirk. Knight suddenly realizes what they intend to do, and opens his mouth to protest. But before he can, Pitaya comes with a loud groan and their hot cum paints his torso. 

It doesn’t really bother him, but he does have to roll his eyes at the crude display. 

Pitaya slumps down on the bed next to him, bringing him closer to their chest. 

“You better wait on me hand and knee when I can’t walk tomorrow.” He grumbles at them. 

“Tch, you know I’d do that anywayssss”

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Knight tangles his hands in Pitaya’s hair, bringing their faces closer together. His lips mash against theirs, and their tongues lap against each other. 

The two of them are curled up on Knight’s couch, spending a quiet evening together after Knight was done with work. Both are casually dressed, Knight in only a T-Shirt and boxers and Pitaya having discarded their heavy armor for a muscle shirt and short skirt. 

He breaks away from the kiss, only to press another to the side of the mouth, and then to their cheek, and their chin, and just under their chin at the base of their head. They let out an approving groan as Knight trails his way down to the crook of their neck. There, he busies himself with trying to leave a hickey against their pink skin. 

Pitaya’s hands trace down his back, one coming to rest on the small of his back and the other cupping the curve of his ass. He can feel them clench every time he leaves a particularly satisfying bite on them. He moves from the side of their neck towards the front, at the base of their throat. He’s continuing his work from earlier, when a quiet moan distracts him. 

“Ah…Knight..you’re ssso good..mm..” 

He freezes. Those words…they sent an unexpected jolt of heat down his spine, heat that curled in his stomach and nestled in his head. 

Pitaya takes note of his sudden shift in demeanor. “Huh? What’sss the matter with you? Did I do sssomething wrong?”

Knight shakes himself out of it. “N-no… It’s just…can you say that again?” 

“Sssay what? You’re ssso good at thisss, Knight?”

There it is again. Even without the context from earlier, just hearing those words makes his body shudder and warmth fill his every inch. 

“Yeah…I um…I really like it when you say that to me..” He admits somewhat bashfully. 

A crooked grin spreads across Pitaya’s face. “Oh? You get off to me complimenting you?” 

“I-it’s not like that!...Well I guess it is actually…but don’t say it like that.”

They just smirk. “We-ell…I guess if you’re that into it..I have no choice but to sssspoil you with praissse~” They grab him by his chest and lift him back up to face level, leaving a shower of kisses across his face. But he (lightly) shoves their head away with the palm of his hand. 

“I don’t want you to just compliment me for no reason! I want to…earn…it.” He moves one of his hands down, down, down, until he can reach under the hem of their skirt. They never wear underwear around the house, so he easily finds their outer lips and rubs them gently. A low rumble echoes in their chest, low enough he can feel the vibrations against his own torso. 

“You’re daring tonight. I like it.” Knight reddens at the praise, that now familiar heat washing over him again. “Want me to jerk you off or sssomething?” 

Knight shakes his head, letting his fingers open their folds and start gently rubbing at their clit. Their legs shake a little, but they otherwise remain impassive. 

“I just want to make you feel good.” 

A strange look comes over their face, best described as a kind of possessive desire.

“Dangeroussss wordss little knight~” They croon in his ear. “But go ahead, I won’t argue that.”

In order to get in a better position, Knight shuffles down a little, until his face is pressing against the top of their chest. Once he feels he’s in an adequate place, he picks up the pace. He shifts from gently circling around their clit to rubbing rapid circles into it. He can feel their whole body tremble, and they reach their arms up to wrap around his head and shoulders, gripping him like a lifeline. 

 “Gh…mmmnn, Knight.. you’re ssso good” They repeat again. “Ahah, your fingersss…ssso nice.”

The sentiment is echoed by the amount of slick now gushing out of them. Knight takes this as a sign to progress, inserting two fingers into them while keeping his thumb against their clit. He begins to gently move them in and out, scissoring them slightly. When he finds the somewhat familiar ridge of their g-spot he begins rubbing it gently. 

“You….hah, you alwaysss know…the p-perfect ssspotsss..” Pitaya groans, throwing their head back. Their leg twitches, spreading wider and allowing him better access. Pleased at his work, he continues, stimulating them both intentionally and externally without pause. 

Almost subconsciously, his legs wrap around one of theirs, hips grinding into their soft flesh. He lets out a quiet whimper, but otherwise keeps himself from showing any other signs of pleasure. 

Soon, Pitaya reaches their first climax, body seizing up and wings flexing. They coat his hand in a large amount of sticky liquid, and he slows down somewhat. But he doesn’t stop, because he knows they’re hardly ever satisfied with just one. After giving them a short time to recover, he speeds back up again, pumping his fingers rapidly. 

“Good boy….I don’t even have to tell you what to do.” They purr. Knight shivers at the words “good boy”, noting the particularly striking effect they had on him. 

The arms around his head squeeze tighter, and Pitaya’s legs clench down around his hand. “Knight, Knight, ahhh, Knight…you’re ssso good, sso good.” They chant between groans. They’re moving their own hips now too, bucking into him, rubbing their leg against his sensitive crotch. 

Knight feels desperate, desperate and needy. So, so needy. He needs to hear more of that beautiful praise, needs to make them feel as good as possible, needs to get more of that pleasure for himself. It comes to a head when Pitaya makes a particular movement with their thigh, just the right combination of motion and friction, all while still crying his name and calling him beautiful things. He comes with a lund cry of his own, staining his boxers with cum. 

But he doesn’t stop, can’t stop. While he stills his legs, he keeps his hand going, determined to bring them to their second orgasm. Fortunately, it isn’t too much longer until that point is reached. He can feel them get all clenched up again, and cry out once more. 

“KNIGHT! Ahhh…you’re perfect, perfect, sssso perfect!” 

Just those words makes him almost cum again, or at least it feels that way. But he dutifully helps them through their orgasm, slowly halting his movements to a stop. They’re both very sweaty and panting as he finally draws them out. His hand is thoroughly soaked through by their cum and he absentmindedly wipes it off on their leg. 

Suddenly, he’s seized by his shoulders and dragged back up to face level, where he is immediately met with a kiss. 

“Well, that wasss fun.” They say when they pull away. 

“Yeah, it was..” He says with a slight smile. 

“We’ll have to experiment with thissss. Ssseriously, I can’t believe you get that worked up with just a few complementsss.” 

He blushes profusely. “Oh shut up. You like complimenting me.”

They just snicker at him. He rolls his eyes, but presses his face against theirs. They wrap their arms around him tightly, holding him close.