Finally, Brett Kavanaugh was getting a turn with Lord Mairon. He was jealous of how much the other conservative justices got time with him. He was utterly starving for Mairon's cock.
Mairon's trysts with the conservative wing of the Supreme Court had, as of late, been happening in secret - it couldn't get out that they were engaging in such shenanigans and the Muckraker PAC was out for blood. Kavanaugh had gotten used to going to out-of-the-way locations to meet with his Master. But this was the most outlandish location of them all, having to travel on foot to reach Theodore Roosevelt Island, in disguise.
Once he'd reached the coordinates, Kavanaugh took out the shard of glass that Mairon had given him as a sort of communication device. "I'm here," he hissed. He waited, tapping his foot.
It was annoying that Mairon wasn't already here - there were no signs of other people, and Kavanaugh wondered how long it was going to take Mairon to get here. But he also knew this was a test of his loyalty, to wait however long Mairon saw fit. He needed to prove himself that he was, indeed, worthy of his Master's cock -
Suddenly a shadow loomed over him, like an eclipse of the moon. It felt like the temperature had shot up by ten, twenty degrees. Kavanaugh's hair stood on end and the pit of his stomach rose... something was very wrong.
A dragon with a body that looked like it was made out of fire, with burning orange eyes, swooped down next to him.
Kavanaugh pinched himself and then he wet his pants as he reflexively took a few steps back. Dragons weren't real. He wasn't dreaming... wasn't hallucinating. The dragon licked its chops like it had seen something delicious.
Then it spoke with Mairon's voice, or rather, like Mairon's voice echoed a hundred times over. "Hello, my pretty pet."
"M - Mairon?" Kavanaugh swallowed hard. He knew his Lord had power, but this was something else entirely.
The dragon pounced on him like a predatory cat. Kavanaugh's piss-soaked pants and underwear slid down his legs without being touched, and the dragon's laughter boomed out as Kavanaugh saw its cock. Mairon's dragon form had an enormous cock, at least two feet long, that writhed like a tentacle. A barbed tentacle, oozing precum that looked like lava.
It shoved inside him before Kavanaugh could say yes. Kavanaugh screamed as the massive barbed tentacle dick stretched him, feeling like it was splitting him. The dragon dick burned, making him scream again.
Of all the humiliating acts Mairon had performed on him over the years, this was the worst. And even so, Kavanaugh liked it, stroking his cock desperately, whimpering, begging for more.
"That's right, Handmaid," Mairon growled. "Take it, you little bitch."
"Yes, Master, yes, I'm a filthy whore for your cock, Sir!"
Mairon's long dragon tongue flicked up and down Kavanaugh's cock. Kavanaugh felt ashamed - this was so perverted, so depraved - and yet he couldn't help bucking his hips, fucking himself on the burning, barbed cock churning inside him. Mairon had turned him out and he had become such a slut for cock that even Mairon's monster cock was thrilling.
Kavanaugh's cock dripped with precum and he whined like he was in heat. "Please Sir, please let me come, Lord Mairon..."
"Whores don't get to come!" Mairon's dragon tongue kept licking up and down his cock, teasing, tormenting.
"Please." Kavanaugh began to cry, feeling like he would die if he wasn't allowed to come. His balls ached so much. "Please. Please. Please..."
"SILENCE, WHORE." And with another laugh, Mairon's dragon form came inside him.
It was excruciating, the scalding hot liquid pumped into him. Even though Mairon had commanded his silence Kavanaugh still involuntarily screamed as the dragon cum erupted inside him, burning, burning, burning. For being disobedient and screaming, the dragon's tail slapped Kavanaugh in the face. "BAD HANDMAID!" Mairon roared.
The dragon spat on him, and then he flew off, leaving Kavanaugh there unsatisfied - and in too much pain to even think about getting off now. Kavanaugh watched the dragon make himself invisible, and he sobbed harder, feeling utterly degraded, violated.
He knew he'd be back for more.
Months after that terrifying encounter, Kavanaugh was at the Supreme Court hearing a case, when the cramps started. He ran to the bathroom as fast as he could. Mairon's dragon form had made him prolapse and now he had fecal incontinence problems, enough that he had to start wearing adult diapers, but even with the diapers he didn't want the other judges to smell it. Getting away was paramount.
This time was different. It felt like the biggest shit he had ever taken, but it was burning, just like Mairon's dragon cock had burned. Burning, stretching, feeling like he was being torn apart. Kavanaugh bit his hand to muffle the screams and whimpers as his body pushed and pushed, trying to eliminate this huge, heavy...
Plop.
The toilet splashed him and the water was hot. Steam hit his asshole. Shaking, Kavanaugh managed to get off the pot and took a look out of morbid curiosity.
Brett Kavanaugh had laid an egg. Not just any egg, but an egg the size of his foot with a rough, scaly texture... just like a dragon egg on Game of Thrones.
"Oh no," Kavanaugh gasped.
The cramps started again. More burning, more stretching as his body started to push. "No," Kavanaugh cried out. "No no no no no..."
He sobbed against the bathroom wall as he laid another egg on the bathroom floor. And another. And another.
He had to sneak out of there, hiding one egg at a time under his robes, putting them in the trunk of his car. His ass hurt so bad he had to call a driver to take him home while he lay in the back seat, trying not to cry more. He didn't know what to do with all these eggs - he thought about driving to the ocean and throwing them in the sea, or perhaps burying them somewhere. But he had a feeling Mairon would know - Mairon always knew, he dreamed of a fiery eye every night, watching him - and he would be punished severely.
That night, he laid another egg. He bled, in the worst agony of his life. He couldn't show up for work the next day.
Every day, he laid an egg. And he had no choice but to hide them, and risk the consequences of Mairon's wrath.
It was as if his body had been transformed by magic, and he had been cursed to lay a dragon egg every day for the rest of his life. At this rate, the world would be teeming with dragons.
He hoped his dragon children would be merciful and eat him alive to put him out of this misery.