Page 80 of The Exiled Dragon

“And when I suck?” Mouth descending, curling my tongue around her teats, my eyes looked up to her, her head thrown back, moving her hips along my chest, her wetness coating my body. My Dragon vibrated. She moaned, arching her back.

“Yes, yes,” she muttered. My teeth grazed one nipple, biting it slightly. “Oh yes, that too,” she whined. “Oh, please more.” Her Dragon purred to mine; my shaft pushed into her leg, feeling her warmth.

Biting it slightly, then blowing a cool breeze, I watched her skin change in front of me. Her white scales protruded around her ‘breast’ and fell back into her body.

“Creed,” she whined again.

“And what…” I kissed down her stomach, my tongue dipping into her navel before traveling to her hips. Nipping at them, causing a drop of blood to pool on her skin, she pushed her hips towards my face.

Chuckling, she groaned out. “You enjoy watching me squirm, don’t you?”

I did. I enjoyed how she reacted, the way her body shook under me, how her Dragon purred, and especially how she craved me.

“And what of this?” My hand cupped her flower, it cried silently as my palm rubbed her bud. Her thighs clamped around my hand. “What do you call this?” Her throat gulped loudly, her body no longer moving.

I heard Amora say I needed ‘pussy,’ but wasn’t sure what at the time. Now that my shaft was begging to be sheathed in the warmth of her body, I had an idea what it was. Odessa tried to sit up. My hand cradled her teat, pushing her back down. Crawling back above her body, my lips kissed her jaw. “What do others call this?” My palm rubbed her bud again. Her silent whimpers had me roll my hips into her thigh.

“Um,” she barely spoke. “Um, they call it…” I took my hand away, begging for her to say it. “Wait.” Her whisper broke into her normal voice. “Some call it.” Her face reddened. I love this shade on her.

“Amora calls it a ‘pussy.’” She bit her lip. “But there are other parts, specific parts you can name too.” Her head rolled back as I palmed it again, rubbing the bud. “What have you called it?” Her hips pushed harder into my hand.

“Your flower,” I growled. “These are the petals.” I put my face to her, ‘pussy,’ sucking her petals.

“Lips,” she whispered. Ah, her lower body’s lips. Storing that information away for later, I spread her petals to touch the bud.

“Clit,” she whined. My tongue grazed her ‘clit,’ finally sucking. Her hand grabbed her own teat, pulling it tightly. I grabbed the other, sucking her bud until more dew fell from her body.

“Cum,” she whispered, her head thrashing, pushing her hips against my mouth. Her thighs clenched around me, squeezing the beads of my hair into my cheeks, my tongue seeping deep into her cave. “Core,” she yelled out loud, as I used my Dragon’s tongue to curl into her ‘core,’ tickling a rough spot that had her screaming.

She danced on my lips while I drank the dew from her flower. Her breaths heavy, falling away from her desire. I licked my lips clean, her heavy eyes watching my every move. My shaft throbbed, dripping my fluid all over her body, leaving my Dragon’s scent on her.

“You,” she breathed again. My thick finger trailed across her petals and onto her bud. “Your flower’s bud,” I whispered into her mouth. Tracing her bud down to her ‘core,’ I stuck my finger inside. “Your cavern.” Odessa’s breath hitched. I lined my shaft to her cavern, grazing her bud with the tip.

“My shaft,” I growled out, feeling the cum drip on top of her flower. “My beast.” I pushed forward. Odessa’s back arched, feeling my beast sink inside her body. Legs wrapping around my body, I pushed downward onto her. Her teats bounced. My hands sunk into her backside, using it as leverage.

I pushed into her harder than I had done before, my undercarriage slapping her thighs. She screamed, my lips crashing into hers, silencing her. Odessa’s arms wrapped around me. I needed more. I wanted to crush her body. The softness of the bed was too sweet. I wanted her on the soil, on the rock in which the whole Dragon animal laid their eggs, because I was the Dragon wanting to be inside their mate.

Pulling her from the fibers of the nest, I stood up, still inside her. Her head hung to the side, hair draping across my back. Pushing her against the coolness of the flattened walls of the cave, I drilled my shaft into her body. The sweet sounds of our scents mixing echoed through the cave.

My shaft was squeezed tightly in her cavern, her screaming incoherent words into my ear. “Oh gods!” Her back arched, giving me an angle I had never reached. Pushing my shaft into her womb, I spread my seed. My Dragon wanted to put a fledgling in her now, my cock already filling with more seed as her body continued to suck me dry.

“Can I try?” her hazy eyes met mine. I grinned, pulling her lip with my teeth.

“What do you want, my mate?” I nipped her lip again, kissing down her neck, and licking her mark.

“I want to be on top,” she blushed. She tried earlier, but my Dragon begged to release our seed too fast. After just spilling, she could experiment before my Dragon took over again. Heading towards the nest, she shook her head. “Chair,” she ordered, pointing to the decorative one by a table. She lowered herself, my shaft falling from her body. I groaned, grabbing it, and rubbing it slightly with my hand.

Odessa pulled me over and sat me in the chair. Her naked body pranced in front of me, growling. I tried to grab her hand to pull her to me, but she giggled. My Dragon grew angry, almost having me get out of my chair, but she backed her now plump rear sitting close to my shaft. She grabbed it; easing herself onto it. Head rolling back, my claws punctured into her hips. “Ahh!” she screamed excitedly. Her feet planted to the floor and she pushed her cavern up and down my shaft. Watching her thick meat jump up and down had me meeting her thrusts.

The thickness of her backside had me gripping each side tightly. As she bounced, each ripple in her skin had my Dragon panting loudly.

I liked this.

“Odessa!” I growled out. The new view was glorious. My hands continued to keep her steady. Her back arched again, screaming, while her hair swayed in the gentle breeze of the cave.

“Yes!” she cried again. Her body slowed as she rode out her lust. I pushed her knees to the floor, pushing the chair away harshly. The slow jumps of her body were too slow for me. I needed to spill, and quickly. Pushing forward, I sunk into her from behind.

“This is fucking,” she whimpered. I panted heavily. I liked that word. It sounded like animals. My Dragon liked it too, his vibrations becoming louder.

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