[Hiyori did not sign up for this, thank you very much! He... oh, alright, let's go back to the beginning, shall we?
Hiyori was looking through the different costumes, eager to blow off some steam and forget about his troubles through the usual method of playing dress-up. While doing this, he came across a pretty lingerie set: white, lacy and bridal-themed. In his heart of hearts, he felt a strong desire to wear it. Surreptitiously he glanced at the price tag, before determining, nope—not something he can afford. Unlike at home, he doesn't have access to unlimited money here!
But a staff member noticed him looking. They sidled up to him and showered him with praise. He was so beautiful, and he'd look lovely wearing it. (True, and also true!) They then revealed that there was actually a competition going on—they were looking to find the most beautiful brides in all of the Golden Peacock. If, after modeling the lingerie, he made the final cut, they'd give him a huge gift card to the store. Won't he consider joining the contest?
And so he did, rather foolishly. What they didn't mention was that those who made the final cut would be cast as the Dragon Lord's bride in Lord of the Wings! Once he made it, that was that—he was hauled off to the set of the film and barely had time to look over the script before being thrust in front of the cameras. So not ethical. If this happened back in his home world, he'd sue! But since it's happening here...
All he can do here is prepare as best he can.
He held onto some hope once it started. He managed to participate in the other film without doing anything too lewd. Alas, not the case this time. In truth, this was the only way to get him to go on-camera and film a porno; he had to be tricked because he still hasn't let go of his sense of propriety even after a year-plus in the resort. Not completely, anyway. Still: isn't there a part of him, however secret, that yearned for this? To be a gorgeous, sexy spectacle, looked at and admired by all. Not so much for dragon dick. That's not what he yearned for, although...
As it rubs against him now, his skin prickles with added heat, and his heart races. The dragon's tongue, too: when it's just the tip dragging over his skin, it feels more like normal sex. Less slobbery and weird, and more pleasurable. These are places he's never been licked before, and he shudders and shivers beneath those ministrations. His head's gone all numb, and he can't even deny it as the Dragon Lord says it looks like he's starting to like it. He isn't, isn't he? His body is.
But then the spiny tip of that huge toy positions itself near his hole, even though there's no room, and he jolts, his body going stiff for a minute. No matter what, he can't let himself get hurt. And, actually, apart from that... he doesn't like what he's been reduced to: just writhing around and taking it. He's the star here. He wants to give a good show! Not for the Dragon Lord's sake, not for the camera crew's, and not for Bakugo's, but for himself and any "fans" who might watch. Because he really loves performing, even when it's like this.]
Haah... you're the one who's got no patience.
[Already trying to push in there...]
You can't stand not being in me for one more second, can you?
[Slowly, he withdraws his fingers, glistening wet with lube. The crew adjusts their cameras as he arches his hips higher off the ground, his thighs spread wide—still a little awkward, but it should give enough room. Still he keeps a hand between his legs, covering his entrance for now, as he looks up at the Dragon Lord.]
Go on and tell me so. I'll let you have your way, but only after you tell me all about your hot burning passion for me. It's my wedding night, so I want to hear such things!
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Hiyori was looking through the different costumes, eager to blow off some steam and forget about his troubles through the usual method of playing dress-up. While doing this, he came across a pretty lingerie set: white, lacy and bridal-themed. In his heart of hearts, he felt a strong desire to wear it. Surreptitiously he glanced at the price tag, before determining, nope—not something he can afford. Unlike at home, he doesn't have access to unlimited money here!
But a staff member noticed him looking. They sidled up to him and showered him with praise. He was so beautiful, and he'd look lovely wearing it. (True, and also true!) They then revealed that there was actually a competition going on—they were looking to find the most beautiful brides in all of the Golden Peacock. If, after modeling the lingerie, he made the final cut, they'd give him a huge gift card to the store. Won't he consider joining the contest?
And so he did, rather foolishly. What they didn't mention was that those who made the final cut would be cast as the Dragon Lord's bride in Lord of the Wings! Once he made it, that was that—he was hauled off to the set of the film and barely had time to look over the script before being thrust in front of the cameras. So not ethical. If this happened back in his home world, he'd sue! But since it's happening here...
All he can do here is prepare as best he can.
He held onto some hope once it started. He managed to participate in the other film without doing anything too lewd. Alas, not the case this time. In truth, this was the only way to get him to go on-camera and film a porno; he had to be tricked because he still hasn't let go of his sense of propriety even after a year-plus in the resort. Not completely, anyway. Still: isn't there a part of him, however secret, that yearned for this? To be a gorgeous, sexy spectacle, looked at and admired by all. Not so much for dragon dick. That's not what he yearned for, although...
As it rubs against him now, his skin prickles with added heat, and his heart races. The dragon's tongue, too: when it's just the tip dragging over his skin, it feels more like normal sex. Less slobbery and weird, and more pleasurable. These are places he's never been licked before, and he shudders and shivers beneath those ministrations. His head's gone all numb, and he can't even deny it as the Dragon Lord says it looks like he's starting to like it. He isn't, isn't he? His body is.
But then the spiny tip of that huge toy positions itself near his hole, even though there's no room, and he jolts, his body going stiff for a minute. No matter what, he can't let himself get hurt. And, actually, apart from that... he doesn't like what he's been reduced to: just writhing around and taking it. He's the star here. He wants to give a good show! Not for the Dragon Lord's sake, not for the camera crew's, and not for Bakugo's, but for himself and any "fans" who might watch. Because he really loves performing, even when it's like this.]
Haah... you're the one who's got no patience.
[Already trying to push in there...]
You can't stand not being in me for one more second, can you?
[Slowly, he withdraws his fingers, glistening wet with lube. The crew adjusts their cameras as he arches his hips higher off the ground, his thighs spread wide—still a little awkward, but it should give enough room. Still he keeps a hand between his legs, covering his entrance for now, as he looks up at the Dragon Lord.]
Go on and tell me so. I'll let you have your way, but only after you tell me all about your hot burning passion for me. It's my wedding night, so I want to hear such things!