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Dracasis: The green-eyed dragoness giggled a little as their conversation turned toward more a humorous memory. It wasn't really all that funny but she felt bubbly after three glasses of wine- or was it four? No, the fourth had been champagne, they'd finished the bottle before dinner had arrived... Her cheeks were warm- actually all of her was warm she thought, using her wingtips to help fluff the base of her red dress. It didn't do much to cool her though. She could handle this- the 16 year old dragoness didn't want him to think she wasn't the 18 year old she claimed to be on her profile. Across from her sat her date, a red drake from the dating site she frequented. She looked the part, all she had to do was act the part and then she'd be able to confidently say she'd been on a date to her girlfriends. He was a nice one too, his green nose tip giving him a rather memorable appearance, her tail flopped around behind her, nibbling the last bites off her plate politely while sipping on her fifth(?) glass of wine.

Lo'Drak: Lo'Drak chuckled himself, leaning down to peck at what remained of the salad on his plate, letting the lettuce make that distinct crunch in his maw. He had had quite the nice evening after all, this little black lass able to fill the evening with plenty of talk, smiles and little bashful looks. In return, he'd bathed her in drink, trying to open her up a little more with each glass she hungrily gulped down. The drake could tell she was a lightweight from the first glass but the logic of filling her up with booze to get to know her better sounded like good logic to him.

"Anyway, that's how I got hit with a paintball up my snout." He finished off the story, chuckling once more and letting out a small sigh, giving the plate a little push back with the back of a paw to definitively show him done with it. "Are you hoping for dessert? They have quite the arrange of meals here. I'll get us another bottle if so." He hoped the promise of more wine would sway her, the added psychological effect of him reaching to pick up his own glass and sip on it adding to her internal debate on the matter. He was only halfway through his first glass of the stuff.

Dracasis: The young girl really shouldn't, honestly she really shouldn't be drinking at all. But thinking straight wasn't high on her priority list at this point. Besides, she'd always heard that chocolate and wine were good together and, if he were willing to let her experiment, no sense in wasting the opportunity! "Ohh, um, sure I guess!" She replied more jubilantly than she meant. She'd kept her childishness in check for most of the evening but it was showing just a little bit now. "Do they have a chocolaty... thing?" She inquired, having a hard time forming her words. The look he gave her made her blush a little, hiding her nose behind her glass as she sipped with him. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, her breath tainted with the fruity alcoholic scent of the evening.

Lo'Drak: He hummed softly, reaching over to the menu holder and retrieving the list of many goodies. He unfolded it, hummed once more, then tapped his claw against one of them.

"They got a chocolate fudge ca- Ah, a chocolate and caramel sundae. What you preferring lass, hot or cold?" He inquired, before rotating the menu and sliding it towards her. As her black snout dipped to view what delectable treats awaited her, he though about what she'd said. He liked how she was still childish somewhat, as if she still lay on her bed, painting her claws exotic colors with a phone pressed to her snout, gossiping to another. Come to think of it, her not holding her liquor well and acting in such a way did raise a question mark in his head, but he let it slide to the side. Perhaps she's just fresh out of her eighteenth and looking for a guy to spend her days with.

Dracasis: The black dragoness perked watching him with cute anticipation, tail swishing in slow arcs behind her. Bright eyes followed the menu as it was placed before her. She held her head up in her fores looking down at it, glazing through the whole page, despite him having pointed out the two things she was looking for. "Ooh, the cake looks good." She pointed to the picture, looking up at him to see the older drake looking at her. The young girl blushed again, shying away with a flush of heat. "Oh, if that's okay of course, I don't want to be greedy or anything." She added, fidgeting with her talons some. He was a nice drake, she didn't want him to think she was all me-me-me after all!

Lo'Drak: It had pretty much been 'me-me-me' through the evening, although he'd been more than willing to give it all through the night. He knew the bill would make him tear up, but hopefully it'd all be worth it. He laughed it off, pulling the menu back and turning it about, quickly making his own selection of a sticky toffee pudding before glancing once more at the wines. He'd get the same as the first bottle; she'd liked that one the most, and playing it safe seemed to be the way to go.

"Not at all my dear, there is no point in not indulging ourselves." He murmured, before waiving the waiter over. A quick reel of the order and the wait time of half an hour led to a grunt of acknowledgment and a look back at her, a soft smile on his features. "Their kitchen is busy with a lot of orders. Hell, I'm not surprised with how good that was."

Dracasis: He'd catch her with that long black and pink forked tongue lapping along the inside of her empty glass as he spoke, her ability to maintain grace seemingly diminishing by the minute. His words didn't catch her attention so much as the silence that followed. She glanced up, finding him looking at her. The black dragoness slurped her tongue back into her maw suddenly, putting the glass down slowly as if trying not to draw attention to the fact before trying to remember what it was he'd said. She felt her cheeks were so hot she might be as red as he was. "Oh! That's oka-" The burp that suddenly escaped her lips cut short her sentence, the young woman looking far more shocked than he was. She pressed her lips closed and sat up for a moment, unable to think for a moment. It took some seconds to regain her composure. "Oh I'm so sorry, I don't know where that came from." She said, with some restraint, not completely confident it wouldn't happen again. "I'll just go freshen uhp-" The beautiful dragoness continued before he had a chance to interject, lifting those fine haunches off the cushiony seat, then stumbled woozily several steps. "OowOwh!" She mumbled as she stood still, letting the world catch up to her with a huff.

Lo'Drak: Lo'Drak just silently smirked at her as she licked the inside of her glass, barely holding back a laugh as she noticed him and quickly laid it back on the table. That question mark surfaced once more, but he again let it simmer down in his mind. As she stood and nearly tumbled however, he was already off the chair and almost diving to prevent her from falling.

"Whoa there lassie, I think you need a little help getting there." He chuckled again, lifting a paw, hesitating, then giving her a reassuring pat on the shoulder. He didn't really want to push her too hard on this date, what with her drunk, but as he moved to her side to let her lean against him and navigate themselves to the toilets, he couldn't help but notice... A distinct scent from her. Her perfume could only do so much to hide it, but he knew that smell when it tickled his snout. The little jerk of one of his legs as he took a step proved elsewhere on his body knew it too, but he kept walking, that question mark beckoning larger than ever in his mind.

Dracasis: He was such a nice drake! She'd had perhaps a little more than her limit- whatever that was, and was more than appreciative for the literal shoulder to lean on. "You're such a nice drake." The vocal mirror to her inner thoughts following them by several delayed seconds as he led her on, though it was accompanied by an affectionate lick to his cheek, something that she probably would have thought better of if she wasn't three sheets in. The two feral beasts got a few looks from the crowd but she didn't pay them any mind. Her toes tingled as she walked, feeling floaty- or maybe that was just the weight he was carrying for her as she wobbled toward the restroom with a list. Aww, he even held the door for her as they walked inside the spacious lavatory. She felt she could take it the rest of the way at least, slipping off his flank and up to the sink, sliiiding up to the granite counter and leaning heavily against that instead. She starred at herself for a moment, completely blind to the reflection of the drake sitting behind her as she checked her teeth, then her eyes, then her tongue, and her teeth again.

Lo'Drak: He let her make her way to the counter, at first pulling out his phone and motioning as if to signify he would wait for her on it. As she reached the sink, her name was already being tapped into social media. What he was met with was an avatar of a smirking black muzzle, her body draped in school uniform and a cookie in her maw. He'd been right to suspect, her posts full of girly messages, her last one even stating she'd be off on a meal with a swanky drake and asking her friends to wish her luck.

He should of just ended it right then and there, but as he glanced up to look at her, her swishing tail caught his eye. What he had done was illegal already, hell he'd poured enough drink down her throat to earn him a bill of a lifetime, let alone the bail money on top if he were caught and all for nothing. Well... Not for nothing. If she couldn't give him a relationship without his paws in cuffs, he'd milk this night for all he could get. After all, he was already in trouble, may as well keep on the trend.

He approached her, slowly, his paw sliding the phone back into his suit jacket. As he reached her side, he brushed against it, his powerful form nullified a little by the swish of fabric, but it wasn't hard to imagine the muscles behind each layer of cloth. As she turned to look, she'd be greeted with that same smiling face she'd had at the table, but he had different motives now than just a 'nice meal'.

"Y'know... We've clicked together so well tonight..." He started, before being quite up front already, leaning forward to press a soft kiss on the tip of her nose. It probably was her first kiss, but it wasn't his, and after she deceived him he didn't let it last long to give her fond memories. "I mean... I've been on many dates and I honestly truly mean it when I say... You're one of the nicest, and sexiest, nesses I've met..." A wing unfurled slightly from his back, rubbing against hers, letting one of the current only bare things of their bodies touch. He scented the air again, and once more that noticeable tinge of her fertility broke through. He was going to enjoy this.

Dracasis: She'd forgotten why she came here... The young woman furrowed her brow in thought for a moment but she didn't need to dwell on it for long as the fine drake stepped up beside her and slid in against her flank. Her pretty black muzzle huffed slightly as he kissed her, a wave of heat traveling through her form at that. He thought she was nice... and attractive? Awww! Her tail flicked behind her, fanning that healthy young scent some in the process as she beamed at the compliment. As his wing stretched over her, she purred pleasantly, her horned head leaning in to nuzzle under his chin with far more affection than she should have felt for a male she hardly knew. But she couldn't help it with how sloshed she was. "Mmmm, you're so warm..." The response was... unusual at best but having a cute little girl rubbing up against him like that was far from the worse response he could have gotten. The gentle caress of his limbs against her clothed hide felt good to as she just rubbed her cheek against his throat, the noticeably smaller hen enjoying herself anew.

Lo'Drak: Her rubbing against him made him think this would be easier than first anticipated. He kept it up though, letting his head stretch over and caress the top of her neck with delectable nibbles, finding one of those horns that ran across her neck and tending to it with soft rubs from his scaled lips.

"You're truly something... How many of these do you have?" He murmured out, giving the tip of that nub a playful bite, nothing too strong however, not wanting to jolt her back to reality. Whether her answer contained a number or a bunch of drunken uhms, his second comment remained the same. "Eheh... Can I uh... Can I see them all?" As nice as it would be to study each one, the effect of seeing each one would leave her body deliciously more bare, the drake plotting out each peeling of her layers from clothing to undergarments to gender to egg.

Dracasis: The black dragoness thrummed energetically, lowering her head down a little, chin resting on the polished stone as he tickled her senses with those light nibbles around her spinescales. That felt so nice, she'd never had anyone do that to her, not in years anyway. His question was slow to enter her thoughts and slow to process; she didn't even give him an intelligible answer before he passed his more amiable... inquiry. He wanted to... see them...? She just said yes without thinking about it, the sprawling underaged hen giving her date permission to begin plucking the clothing from her hide one layer at a time. He didn't waste any time taking his legal date's advice, shifting to unhook the clasps around her shoulders and wings. The fabric loosened easily after that, caressing paws slowly able to work the silky clothing halfway down her body, exposing the young body beneath to his wanting eyes. Sloshed as she was, thoughts of what he was actually doing or why weren't at the top of her concerns- what was however was keeping those warm paws caressing her delicately scaled hide.

Lo'Drak: Caress it he did, letting her feel each rub of his paw pads against each scale of hers. He followed a pattern, revealing one of the nubs, then rubbing around her newly revealed hide, before continuing her unwrapping. Eventually the fabric simply couldn't cling to her form no longer, falling to her paws and leaving her deliciously bare. He made a point of tracing around the last few along her back as a result, until he reached the one nearest to the base of her tail, which he openly gave the most of his attention, caressing it.

"They're so cute!" He exclaimed, wanting to keep her blushing her cheeks off and willing to let this little escapade continue. He wanted to subtly keep moving however, and the drake was already at work on that. With each liberal administration to her, his paw accidentally 'wandered' and tugged quite a bit on her panties upward, causing them to tighten and rub against her underage flower. Sometimes it'd be short and surprising, eliciting a squeak from her and a small apology. Other times he'd take longer, more discrete pulls, letting him see the barest of outlines through the frilly things. His tail meanwhile swayed and rubbed against the tip of her muzzle, half to keep the caring charade up and half to let his scent infect her mind.

Dracasis: She felt giddy, the naughtiness of being stripped in a public restroom would have been enough but doing it with him! Gawds, mom would be furious if she knew this was happening. But she didn't, and she didn't have to! As the last clip around her tail was unhooked, the sudden rush of fabric falling down around her ankles made her perk a little, though whatever discontent that might have form in her mind was soothed as his tail rubbed and coiled against her snout like that, giving her an affectionate plaything to distract her. She giggled like a schoolgirl at his comment- which, now, wasn't surprising for him. The big drake had free reign now- or nearly free reign anyway, that fine rump under the careful care of his paws as he kneaded around her soft undergarment, taking full advantage of the situation. So close to the source of that scent, it would be hard for the naughty drake to contain his lust down near that playful tail of his. Not that he really needed to, the drunken hen probably wouldn't even notice a bulge though the trails of warm musky scent that slipped past her senses tickled her mind in ways that made her belly flutter. She took a deep, unwary breath of it too, trying to relax herself and failing spectacularly.

Lo'Drak: He kept this up for a good few more minutes, just until the slightest signs of moistness began to spot the centre of that poor fabric. He did one more tight tug of them and finally responded fully to her complaint filled squeak, feigning a look of worry.

"I-I'm sorry! I can uhm... Well... Shift them, if you want me to?" He barely waited for an answer, for if it was a yes or a careful drunken debate filling her mind, he'd already gripped the hem of her panties and begun to draw them down. He refused to look upwards as he reached the bottom of her left hind with the fabric. To his surprise, she went along with it, lifting her paw to allow the undergarments to hang lazily from halfway down her right leg. Now he indulged himself enough to look up and at that specific moment, a wet drip landed on the tip of his nose.

He jerked a little reflexively, but the scent of the little dribble now rolling between his scales caused him to calm down. She dripped again, now defiling the tiles on the floor, the drake simply beaming at her groin. Her gender was puffy, two black estrus folds barely containing the reddish pink flesh within, her tunnel winking once or twice, perhaps in anticipation, perhaps in nervous excitement. Grrf... The sheer sight of it certainly made a bulge lower his body, although a strategically placed thigh didn't allow her to see a scrap of it. Not yet.

Dracasis: His forwardness was masked by that enduring playfulness that he pretended to have, his caressing groping paws teasing her rump until he'd had enough of the particular loop of fabric that keeping her gender from his inspection. Just removing the clip around her tailbase would have been enough to keep it from shifting around while he rubbed her but he didn't seem to realize that- or at least that's how she figured. Down he dragged her panties away, reaching down to lift one of her forepaws out of the loop. She let off a soft hiss, a violent shiver coursing through her frame at the naughty sensation that tickled her body. "Nngghaahh..." She exhaled, flexing her claws, her rippling, drunken passage leaking its honey sweet nectar freely now. Gawds alive what she wouldn't give to curl her tail around and stuff it up inside her right now! Masturbating in front of him would be completely unacceptable though- she thought, showing masterful restraint as he observed her bare, underaged cleft. If there had been any doubt about the young hen's fertility before, he could wipe them away now.

Lo'Drak: Eventually his rubbings continue, but they were nowhere near that nub. Indeed, at first he had planned for his current rubbings of her haunches to snake their way to a very different nub, but on closer inspection, he'd found a lack there of. The quick conclusion drawn to mind was astonishing; He'd found a broodhen on the cusp of her first heat. He was astonished; he'd heart about shagging one of these from a friend of his and was told that they were legendary. The drake huffed somewhat, his spire aching... He needed to do something.

"... You're really pretty here. U-uhm... Would it make it fair if I got rid of my clothing? Then we could see each other more... Fully." He injected that idea into her mind, although like all the others he didn't wait for a response, already swinging that jacket off and onto the floor. He let the colder air touch her gender for a good while as he painstakingly removed his clothing, bit by bit, letting her stew in her heated misery until finally he was as bare as the day he hatched, with the added addition of his spire kissing the air, his tip glossy with his lust and achingly begging for her rear.

Dracasis: Those playful paws on her rear were missed when he stepped back to being pealing the layers of fabric off his own hide. Ohh... was he really...? She thought she'd gotten over her embarrassment but when her eyes caught sight of his full masted meat striking the air hard between his legs, her cheeks burned. The young hen slipped off the end of the counter onto all fours, momentarily stumbling as her solid world shifted once more. But when she opened her eyes again, he was still as naked as before. She looked back at him, still red but finding him just smiling at her like it was no big deal. The black youth was about to fake a smile back when his paws touched her once more, rubbing against her hide. Her body felt like it was on fire, the caress of him against her inner thigh sending a rush of warmth through her belly. A sharp huff escaped her lips, flared nostrils drinking in the powerful scent of a full grown male. She watched his cock bounce slightly, the powerful pulse of his heartbeat making it jump. She didn't mean to stare of course but it was hard not to as his tip beaded with moisture, eventually pooling enough to let a long sticky strand of precum dribble to the ground. Fuck she was horny...

Lo'Drak: He knew the look in her eye. Want. She wanted this more than ever, the little hen wanting him to tend to her burning desires. When he shifted to slowly walk behind her, there was no movement from her. When he gripped her haunches more fully and lifted his chest to rest against her rear, she squeaked once more but didn't resist. When he began to clamber across her back, pushing both her wings to her side, she lowered her chest to accommodate him. Like he thought. She wanted this so badly.

And who was he to not let her indulge in such measures? In fact, he let her know he was okay with this, the full press of his dribbling spire against her hind end fully giving her knowledge of what he planned to do. The thought of asking for a condom never touched her mind. The detail of her not being on birth control didn't even cross her brain. None of her body's mental defenses stopped her from getting unwittingly knocked up, the drake casually rubbing his tip up and down her flesh, lubricating both of them up. He felt she'd be a tight 'un.

Dracasis: She really hadn't thought about sex until he was behind her. He'd wined and dined her, offered her all the deserts without asking for anything in return, helped her to the restroom and even called her pretty. He was such a nice dragon. So when he climbed up on her backside, she didn't even think this was for him, she thought he was doing it for her. How far from the truth that was... She huffed and shuddered, his weight sliding over her, the drunken teen's front sliiiding forward with the added weight while those prime child-bearing hips of hers held fast instinctually. Her eyes were wide as she felt him touch her intimately like that, her unguarded channel being teased by his bare spire, those puffy pink pussy folds an easy target for his lust as he massaged his pre glazed shaft against her nectar slickened sex. Back and forth he rubbed, not entering her but making her want him to with every moment that passed. Her foreclaws scratched at the floor as he taunted her, pressing himself up under her belly as if measuring just how deep inside her he could get. Dragging himself all the way back, a dollop of their mingled lust gathered at the tip of his shaft. She didn't complain in the least, her snug little sex ripe and ready to be pried open by that spear of flesh between his legs.

Lo'Drak: This night had taken quite the turn, gone from both of them just wanting a wonderful night together to both of them only having one piece of clothing each still on their bodies; hers was a half worn pair of panties across a leg and his being a unbothered tie around his neck that draped across her shoulder. That's not even taking into account that she was wearing him of course- her oozing folds being forced to spread around his tip as her tunnel began to swallow him up. He inhaled, sharply, forced to stop as she clung to the inch and a half pressed inside her, the drake resisting the urge to just ram the rest of it in and brutalize her fields. No, making her to scream would alert the other diners. He needed to stretch this out slowly which, to her, was undoubtedly mistaken for being loving as he wedged in deeper, one tantalizing ridge at a time.

It hadn't occurred to him that this was probably the young hens first time swallowing a shaft between her legs. But, as he reached her spongy barrier with just around two thirds lodged in her gut, he was sure that sudden moan from her meant it was the first time she'd experienced such a carnal sensation. Either he'd just taken her virginity for his own purpose, or the last male who'd done so was too small to keep holding the right. He didn't dwell on it long however, drawing his honey coated cock from between her legs as slowly as he pressed it in.

Dracasis: The naked teen hissed softly as he pressed inside, her nether lips yawning around his girth as the tapered tip slipped inside, nuzzling casually into her bare folds to make itself comfortable within. Instinct would have had him buried to the hilt already but luckily she was the only one running on such primitive thoughts. Little by little that lovely undertail took him, long slow minutes creeping by as he opened her up nice and easy, taking his time to enjoy this fine delicacy in full. She'd ridden her tail on multiple occasions to be sure but never that deep and never that wide, her nerve packed passage not needing much to just get off on. But the full grown male had no such need to hold back from exploring the full extent of her gender, digging in deep until he felt the resistance of her innermost barrier keeping him at bay. Her swollen, estrus soaked sex felt good, the stories he'd heard about broodmothers not disappointing thus far. Only time would tell if they were as... productive too though. The moments of being stretched around that fat flesh didn't go unnoticed though, her tight clenching muscles hugging that spire as it drew out nice and easy, the pleasured friction making her shudder and pant as he took full advantage of the young woman.

Lo'Drak: He kept pulling out, each inch gleaming in the gentle lighting of the toilets until his cocktip tugged at her ventral lips. He left her there for a full ten seconds, letting her wait until pretty much his body was begging himself more to press back inside rather than she was. Down he sunk it once more, faster this time, letting every ridge and bump rub all up inside of her. He barely let his tip leave a smeary kiss on her barrier before he was already retreating from her walls once more, beginning to build up a beat in his mind.

He actually found that beat to be with the gentle quiet music playing inside the toilets, each relaxing melody being accompanied by the squelching sound of the meeting between her legs. A mixture of their lust began to well up around the edges of her cock stuffed cunny, the heavy squeezing walls leaving no room for her nectar and allowing both their concoctions to dribble down between her scaled thighs.

Dracasis: "Nnngahh..." She exhaled as he slid into her again and a third time, slipping into a casual rhythm of rutting into her bare folds. Soon enough the friction-warmed scent of sex tingled on the air, overcoming even the potpourri scent sprayed into the air. One stroke after another scrapped across her nerve packed passage as he fucked his little hen, the smaller, younger, tighter hole giving him everything he could have wanted in a first date- and soon it would give him much more. They'd both heard the fake moans and gasps from movies on the web but the noises she made as she came on a male's cock for the first time were real. The quivering clench of her pussy folds were from real, powerful, utterly pleasurable contractions. The unguarded, defenseless womb that lie just beyond that trembling wall of egg-laying muscular was very real. And he stood over her, pounding his uncovered cock into the real 16-year old with casual disregard. The slobbery dribble of juices that leaked down her thighs just made it that much better (worse?), her slick passage making it all that easier for him to thrust into. She lowered her chest to the ground, head hanging, maw agape as he simply fucked her through one orgasm and straight into another.

Lo'Drak: Each one of her orgasms was just pushing him closer to him taking revenge on her lies. Well, if he could even call it 'orgasms' rather than just one long continuous one. He had to stop at least twice after pulling out quickly, gasping and holding with just his tip inside, his spire dripping at several places as he tried to resist spurting too early. He wanted every vivid minute he could get with this one...

Alas, all good things had to come to the end however. He began thrusting once he had calmed down enough, his moans puffing against the back of her head. He rode her last orgasm, biding his time, his pre-seed all gooping up at the cracks and crevices of her cervix. He waited to feel it, stroking into her to and fo- A fresh moan and healthy squeeze announced her fresh new orgasm, the drake taking the opportunity and shove forward. Her cervix had dilated right at that moment and had giving his shaft the target he needed to properly ram inside to meet her underage egg chamber. Ahhhh.... just in time- the horny male leave a splatter of hot, virile seed glazed across its back wall.

He didn't moan, nor make any noise really, he just glanced back and smirked, exhaling sharply through his nostrils as his hips jerked, the few inches he had plunged into that open womb of hers meaning not a drop missed its mark. The underage hen was forced to take every tail wriggling sperm deep inside, all of them racing to dig into her very first eggs. Her belly eventually distended with the sheer weight of genetic soup forced into it, wobbling a tad as he gave her a final two thrusts to really finalize his claim.

Dracasis: She had no idea what caused this sensation to feel so good, to make it last so long. Though truthfully she didn't care so long as it didn't stop- and for a good fifteen minutes, it didn't, the naughty drake sliding his bare flesh through her unprotected folds again and again, using her lust to fulfill his dirty desires. Despite the throbbing pleasure that threatened to break loose at any moment, he held himself at bay, metering his motions for that final moment. He'd worked her quite well, encouraged her young, fertile ovaries to give up their secrets for him- all he needed to do was... The grunt that escaped his throat as he shoved his hips firmly flush against her own was met by her own silent open-mouthed cry, that sore wall of muscles bowing in and giving way to the battering ram of cockflesh. He'd sampled her fertility before, that pointed tip slipping just inside to wet his appetite (and the walls of her precious sanctuary) but now he didn't give her any quarter, forcing her womb to swallow his blood gorged flesh deep inside her belly, violating her innocence completely. With it came the causal release of sperm, billions of eager little swimmers dumped in right where they could do the most damage, the virile male not holding back in the slightest, knowing full well each hot sticky pulse of creamy white goo he gorged her young pussy with increased the risk she'd waddle out of here with more than just a belly full of alcohol. Of course he knew he'd gotten her nice and pregnant with the first sticky rope of cum he'd flung carelessly into her womb; the rest was simply for his enjoyment, making sure she pad her 'tab' in full by the time he was done stretching her gut out with his clutch.

Lo'Drak: Once finished, he only held inside of her for but a few moments longer, his shaft eventually vacating her snatch, letting her be. Before he'd even slid off of her back, semen that had been rubbed into her vent was crawling up to join the battle in her inner chamber, egg after egg falling victim to the constant barrage of his genes. Before he'd finished wiping his dick off on a paper towel, scrunching it up and tossing it away, his sperm had surged toward her ovaries, those poor swollen things unable to hold back the flood as they wriggled up inside of her. Before he'd finished putting on his suit and checking the time on his phone and casually leaving the panting hen alone, telling an approaching diner that it absolutely stank in there to direct them to the disabled toilets, his seed had begun penetrating her soft vulnerable eggs, even those hidden away at the end of those two unguarded ducts. Even they were not safe from feeling those wiggling tails sinking into their core.

Before she'd realized he'd gone and desperately tried to dress herself in a drunken panic in a public restroom, he'd paid his tab and slipped out of her life, just as his seed slipped into last of her ova, thoroughly fertilizing the young broodmother and ensuring she would carry the memory of her first date for many years to come.