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Her dress was light, silky, and gorgeous. Its wine red fabric scandalously wrapped itself around her slender Dragonewt figure, tightly hugging her bodice like a forlorn lover, but loosening around her legs to give her freedom. Draco liked that. If she was going to suffer through another one of her homestay's fancy company parties she'd damn well be comfortable while she did so. She admired herself in the mirror, turning and posing to take in the full breadth of her beauty from every possible angle. It needed to look nothing short of sinful on her body, to make jaws drop, legs tremble and hearts flutter. And, by God, it did!

The sleek number was backless, exposing the area where the pale white of her soft skin met the moss green of her impressive wings' hardy scales. A high-cut slit ran up one of her long, alluring legs, revealing the black stockings that reached her thighs. A hole was custom made for her thick tail to fit through, tailored in such a way that it still managed to accentuate the curve of her ass. A deeply satisfied smile crept on Draco's face. The thought of her homestay picking out what clothing she'd wear to the occasion horrified her at first, but it appeared the man had taste, even if she found his company dreary, and, while she didn't mean to blow her own horn, if the end results looked this enticing, perhaps indulging her femininity every once in a while wasn't such a bad thing after all.

She ran her hands over her body one last time to iron any remaining creases out of the expensive material, caressing her stomach with her palms, letting her fingers tickle her inner thighs through the garment's silkiness and naughtily circling her hands over her butt, imagining it being the touch of a clandestine lover. She cupped her modest chest to make sure the girls were comfortable, lightly doused her neck in a pleasant perfume, then grabbed her bag and the key card for her hotel room, and headed down to the celebration below.

As Draco expected, the party was boring as all hell. The music was slow, something she'd have enjoyed had she not found the jazz band lacking the skill to make it tasteful. The dull company certainly didn't help the situation any, and the definitive lack of youthful eye candy angrily gnawed at the back of her mind. After all that effort she put into getting ready, it was perturbing, to say the least! It wasn't every day that she dressed up. What use was there in it if there was no one of interest to soak it all in. She meandered to the bar, hardly taking note of the menagerie of men trying to catch her attention as she cut through the crowd. She was in a bad mood; almost wishing one of them would be stupid enough to steal a quick squeeze so that she could put the claws she'd spent all of last night meticulously filing to good use.

"Whiskey. Neat," she told the barman when she reached the counter. She took a seat on one of the red parlor stools lining the table and groaned perhaps a little too loudly. She rubbed the corners of her eyes, hoping to dispel the frown that had etched itself into her face, and leaned forward onto the counter in exhaustion.

"Change that order, sir," a feminine voice purred from behind her. "She'll have wine. Red, just like her dress."

Draco's brow furrowed. Who the hell thought themselves high and mighty enough to change her order? She spun around in her stool with malice in her violet eyes, but the stunning glimmer of the golden ones that met them stifled her fire in a heartbeat.

She was gorgeous, the Lamia that approached her. Her flawless skin had the slightest tan to it, spellbinding in the way that it gleamed in the light. Her lengthy red hair was braided and tied into a bun on the back of her head which, when combined with her deep black Chinese dress, made her look like a vision straight out of the orient. The dark material contrasted wonderfully with the scarlet scales of the massive tail that carried her, which seemed to sparkle even brighter than Draco's own. There was a subtle rhythm to the way she slithered towards her, a bubbly bounce, if you will, that made her hips roll in a sensual little dance. The golden flowers embroidered into the dress did little to distract from the inner curves of the woman's bosom visible through its oval cleavage window. And what a magnificent chest it was, seeming to openly defy gravity in a way that would have any woman burning with jealousy. This lady was bawdy, but peculiar in a way that demanded Draco's interest.

"Ladies shouldn't slouch like that," the stranger said with a tempting smile. "It takes away from their looks. And with looks like yours... well, it's nothing short of a sin."

Draco's heart broke out into a furious beat. She could feel a spike of adrenaline coursing through every vein in her body, pulsing impatiently, wantonly. The heat radiating through her was something cold-blooded types rarely experienced. This girl was dangerous, she knew. If she gave her half the chance this girl would swallow her whole. A part of her would have been more than happy to let her. But a proud urge clamored from the back of her mind. If she could mount a beautiful beast like her, if she could bend her to her will, conquer her, tame her- just the thought had her blood boiling! The struggle would be long and hard fought, but, then again, that was just the way she liked it.

"I don't drink wine," Draco said, her voice the perfect mix of indulgence and condescension.

"Oh, no?" the stranger answered.

"Not usually."

"But you have a taste for whiskey? Take a pretty girl who sighs like she's carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders, add a dash of hard liquor and you've got the all the ingredients for a rather depressing night. We're here to celebrate, aren't we?"

"I'd only drink wine if the celebration were worth it. This one... well, not so much."

"You don't like the people?"

"They're too old. Their taste bores me. Not like us. We're diamonds among the dirt, you and I." Fangs peeked out from behind the girl's lips as she giggled. She was interested. All Draco had to do was reel her in. She got the odd feeling this stranger wanted to be reeled in. That was until it occurred to her that perhaps she was, in fact, the one being hooked.

"I get to be a diamond too?" the stranger asked, her innocent voice hiding mischievous intent.

"You're shocked? You happen to be the brightest one here!"

The smile on the girl's face was laced with deviance. It was an invitation, Draco realized, one she didn't hesitate in accepting. She shot a grin back at her and suddenly the rest of the world blanked out of existence. It was just the two them in that moment, that long second that felt like it would stretch until the end of time. Draco absorbed as much of it as she could, taking in the girl's amber eyes, the subtle red gradually shading her cheeks, the enticing way her hand slowly swept over her hips and, of course, the impatient flick at the tip of her tail.

"Your drink, ma'am," the bartender said, returning with Draco's order and placing on the counter in front of her. She hardly seemed to notice him.

"Give us a bottle," the Lamia said eventually, flustered into breaking eye contact. Draco flushed red as well. She was losing control of herself. This was supposed to be simple party. She hoped to find a girl she could easily wrap around her finger, but now she was the one dancing to the strings of another. _Dangerous,_she thought again as her eyes traced the Lamia's figure, from the tip of that naughty tail to the rising curvature of her ass, traveling higher to marvel at her sleek upper body, inviting breasts, and seducing smile.

The Lamia turned back to her, bottle in hand, armed with grin that made Draco's thighs quiver. A feminine heat moistened her, and her fingers itched to tickle the nape of the mysterious girl's neck. "Things are getting a bit crowded here," the girl said with those delicate but practiced fingers stroking the neck of the bottle. "Maybe we should go someplace a little more... private?"

Phrasing it like a question? The devious little minx!

"Sure," Draco answered, deepening her voice seductively. "One more thing, though. What's your name, stranger?"

"Does it matter?"

"Maybe not, but I like to call my partners name when we're... in the thick of things."

"It's Miia," the Lamia answered, making sure her words dripped over Draco's ears like thick, liquid honey.

"Well then, Miia, shall we?"

She slipped her keycard out of her purse and playfully fingered it between her scaled fingers. Miia's grin grew wicked and she took the card from Draco's hand to toy with it between her rich lips. _Oh, this one was definitely a predator,_Draco thought to herself, chuckling. But the girl would soon learn that a Dragonewt had fangs too. She knew how to take care of a woman's needs, and if Miia was any bit as skilled with her tongue as her body was beautiful, this was going to be one hell of night indeed.

XXXXXX

As it turned out, 'skilled' was an understatement. The mingled taste of wine and Miia's tongue was like ambrosia dancing on Draco's own. And what a tongue it was! Long, serpentine, and impossibly flexible, the fleshy imp wrapped itself around Draco's so dexterously, massaging her lips so skillfully, she was soon lulled into dreamlike daze.

Draco wanted the moment to last for a lifetime or more, pulling Miia closer every time she threatened to slip away, gently nipping her lip to entice her back into the kiss, desperate to keep the Lamia near and never let her go. She realized all too well she was being toyed into submission, into needy dependence, and knew that a few more seconds would be all it took for Miia to make her a willing slave. But for all Draco's cockiness before, she simply couldn't escape the Lamia's seductive trap. Any attempts at resistance were promptly smothered in their cribs, forcing Draco to kiss Miia harder and more ravenously.

"God, you're a hungry one, aren't you?" Miia gasped when she finally managed to pull herself from Draco's overzealous advances. "We need to breath, honey, or we'll die before we get to the good part."

"Every part is the good part as long as it's a part of you," Draco answered, stealing another succulent kiss before Miia could push away again. Draco was losing herself so quickly now. She had to get a hold of herself before this woman locked her in a prison of her own making. But, dammit, if she wasn't the horniest Dragonewt alive right now!

Miia took the opportunity to pour herself another glass of the sweet red, and drank down half of it before the urge to look back into Draco's eyes got the better of her. When it eventually did, she found Draco staring deep into her own, so intensely it was as if she was peering into her soul. Draco's bewitching violet irises seemed to glow faintly in the light of the bed lamp. The rest of the lights had been turned off, the only other illumination being that of the full moon pouring in through the glass doors leading to the balcony of Draco's hotel room. In a flash Miia was up and sailing through those doors, her lengthy tail carrying her into the cool night air smoothly and silently.

Draco admired Miia's ass as she leaned on the banister, convinced she was thrusting it out a little, fully aware of Draco's eyes fixed to its curves. She followed Miia out to the balcony and cupped that derriere, squeezing it gently, fully confident that the moon in her hands was far more beautiful that the one hanging in the night sky.

"You're impatient," Miia giggled. Her tongue briefly darted from between her lips, its forked tip rapidly flickering in the air, no doubt catching a taste of the rich lust in Draco's pheromones. The motion was strange but rather sexy. "We've got all the time in the world, you know? The night is young."

"Maybe you do, but I certainly don't."

"Oh?" Miia said turning to face her eager lover. She sat on the banister to keep her assets away from overly adventurous hands. "Do you have other plans tonight? Plans to have your way with me loose and fast before moving on to your next catch."

"Never."

"You sure? What's got you in such a hurry then?"

Draco caught Miia by the chin and brought her face close enough to her own for the heat of their breaths to warm one another's cheeks. "Do you know why my kind are called Dragonewts, Miia? It's because we are descended from the legendary Dragons themselves. They are my forefathers, my kin, and their blood runs through my veins. Hot blood. Angry blood. Impatient blood. A dragon doesn't wait for what they want to fall into their laps. They fly out into the world and take it. And once it's theirs they enjoy it to the fullest, whenever they choose, however they choose."

"Oh, how scary!" Miia teased. "I didn't realize I was talking to an almighty dragon. And here I was hoping you'd be more of a newt."

"You don't want to tangle with one?"

"Not at all. I want a nice, timid little lizard I can show a good time."

"Liar. You want a fire breather. You want to know what it's like to wrap your arms around a beast. You want to feel the flames set fire to your cold blood."

"And you're supposed to be the fire breather I'm so crazy to find?"

"Of course!"

"Then let's see those flames, dragon girl. I want to know what exactly I'm getting myself into."

"Silly, I can't do it literally."

"Not a true fire breather then, are we?"

"Would that I was. I'd have the world at my feet." Draco took Miia's hand and placed on her chest. Miia nearly flinched at the vigorous pulse of her heart. "Can you feel that? Its warm isn't it? My fire rages on the inside. I can't set the skies ablaze like they could, but my heart burns just as fiercely as theirs did... for you."

"That's some cheesy material, Draco. Do you say this to all your girls?"

"You're awfully worried about other girls. Worry more about yourself, and what I intend to do to you."

Miia was getting flustered again. She wanted this dragon badly, Draco knew it. She wanted that fire to heat her soul to boiling, wanted to get fucked until steam poured out of her ears. Draco unfurled her wings and fanned them out behind her, broad and impressive. Miia was awestruck. Draco wrapped them around herself and her Lamia, bringing the two of them close enough to feel the lust radiating off each other. The desire to touch one another directly, skin on skin, grew overwhelming.

"Fine, fine," Miia laughed. "You've convinced me. It's not every day I get to spend a night with a dragon. Are you going to roar for me, dragon girl?"

"I am! So loudly that the world will tremble in fear, like they did for my ancestors."

Miia hissed her approval. "Very well. But if you want it fast, you'd better make it worth my while."

Draco's grin turned sinister. "I said I wanted you now. But it won't be over quickly, Miia. You're a Lamia, aren't you? There are few liminals with a Lamia's stamina. I've heard quite a few stories of your coupling rituals, how you mate days and nights away in grand orgies, drunk on wine and aphrodisiacs and lust. I don't intend to give you anything less, my dear."

"That's what they all say... in the beginning. Still, I'm glad to hear it. I do love a woman who's got the energy to try." She ran her fingers over Draco's reddening cheek and tenderly brushed back her bangs." Just don't be upset if I have to squeeze a few rounds out of you at the end," she said in that taunting tone of hers. "Even the most vigorous lovers tend to fall short."

"Oh, I'll keep up. The better question is, will you?"

Their lips met again, and both them knew they were committed now, in far too deep to separate until the moon had disappeared, and dawn crept over the horizon. A desire had awakened in the two of them, to see which of their species had the right to call themselves the queens of reptilian lovemaking. And neither would be the least bit content in losing.

In a heartbeat they were back on the bed, and Miia's forked tongue was dancing circles around Draco's. Miia sat on the edge of the bedside and Draco knelt down on the floor on front of her, straddling her thick tail and rocking her crotch over its soft underbelly. There was a childlike excitement fluttering in Draco's chest as she undid the buttons of Miia's sexy Oriental number. Miia pulled the dress open with a flourish that had her impressive chest bouncing free, braless and beautiful. Her naked body had the lightest tan to it and her breasts were no different. It wasn't unusual for coldblooded liminals to do a little basking every now and then, just to recharge their body's batteries. It seemed Miia did so topless. The sight of her breasts lightly jiggling with each breath nearly had Draco cumming prematurely.

Still they kissed, even as the soft scales of Draco's palms swept over Miia's skin. She bit Miia lightly, her teeth sinking into that plump lower lip as gently as her fingers sank into those sumptuous breasts.

"Some women have all the luck," Draco said as she playfully pinched Miia's cherry nips until they were stiff and aching.

"You like them?" Miia rasped, titillated by the mesh of pleasure and pain.

"Like them? I love them!"

"Prove it!" Miia challenged, pulling Draco's head into her chest. "Kiss me," she whispered, worming her tail around Draco's. "Kiss me until I forget my own name." She enveloped Draco in coils until they reached her belly, to entice her.

Draco didn't mind at all. It was delightful to be so close to Miia, all wrapped up in the warmth radiating through those scales. She hiked her dress up to her ass and continued to grind the valley between her legs against Miia's tail. She was sure Miia could feel the hot moisture beginning to soak through her lingerie. Gods, could she have been any wetter? As long as she kept her lips wrapped around those cute Lamia nipples, Miia didn't seem to mind her rocking at all.

"Hmm, Draco, that's the way, honey. You sure know your way around a girl's body, don'tcha? I want to play with yours too."

"Not yet, love," she grumbled, still suckling. "We've only just begun. "

Draco's groping grew wilder. She kissed Mia harder, squeezed her boobs more harshly, and rocked her pelvis more violently, until she felt that familiar rumble beginning to build in her belly. She let her hands travel downward, caressing Miia's sides before settling them on her wide, curvaceous hips. An adventurous thumb swept over the strange triangular panties that lamia wore -Miia's were black lace- feeling for the lips of her pussy. Miia was already just as wet as Draco was, and her breathing grew heavier the closer to her clit Draco's thumb kneaded. A moist stain became visible, tracing a line right over Miia's slit, even through the dark fabric of her underwear. There was no averting it now; Draco was itching to make her cum. But as she began to peel away the panty, Miia caught her hand, smiling impishly.

"You first," was all she said, before locking her coils around Draco's hips and hoisting her up into the air. She tossed her onto her back in the center of the bed and straddled her in a flash, pinning her down by her shoulders. Before the protests could leave Draco's lips, Miia was already sealing them with her own again.

"Don't struggle," Miia panted when they parted, a thin trail of saliva still bridging the gap between their tongues. "You've been having your way all night. Indulge me a bit, will you?"

Draco sighed as she relinquished control. She'd let Miia have her way, for now, at least. But the moment she felt the fork of Miia's tongue flickering over her neck, she knew what a huge mistake she'd made. Dangerous, she thought again, remembering the way she'd felt earlier that evening. Give her half a chance and she'll eat me whole. I messed up, didn't I?

Indeed she had. Miia's soft kisses travelled lower and lower, tickling her skin from jawline to collarbone to her well-flushed chest. She slid the straps of Draco's dress and bra off her shoulders far enough to reveal her cute breasts. They popped out of her bra with a supple bounce; her coffee hued nips hard, just begging to be suckled.

"Don't stare." Draco mumbled, subconsciously covering her admittedly modest bust with her hands. She didn't know why, but a shame had suddenly taken hold of her. Plenty of women had seen these breasts before, and plenty of women had praised them to the heavens. But they weren't Miia. Miia was... different.

"Why not? They're adorable."

Embarrassment lit Draco's face up like a stop sign. "Do I look like a little girl? I don't want to be called adorable!" she pouted. Draco's eyes were drawn to Miia's comparatively impressive tits and they lingered there long enough to turn green with envy. "It just sounds patronizing coming from you."

"Really, darling?" Miia chuckled, pulling Draco's hands away from her chest. "What would you like me to call them then?"

"I-I don't know! Something more mature?"

"Aww, who knew my fiery dragon would be as touchy newt after all? I'd have thought your kind would be beyond such trivial silliness."

"I am!"

"Then be proud of your body. You're a queen of the skies, aren't you? And a true beauty at that. If someone like you were to thrust out your chest with confidence, the world would see it as beautiful, no matter how well-endowed it was. I'm not the type of girl who believes bigger is always better. I love your small boobs!"

"Don't call them small!"

"But they are small, aren't they? So, what? They're plenty attractive to me. It think they suite your figure to a tee. They give you a natural allure that makes you a cut above the rest. I know it, the men down in that hall knew it, and when I met you, I thought you knew it too. So don't disappoint me now, dragon girl. Show me what I want to see!"

Reluctantly, Draco let Miia move her hands out of the way, once again baring those perky B-cups. She did as Miia suggested, arching her back to thrust her chest upward. "T-There, how's that? This is what you want, right?"

Miia buried her face in Draco's bosom in response, all too eager to feel the soft little mounds rub warmth into her cheeks. She kissed them delicately, but sucked her nipples hard, twirling that lengthy tongue over her areola like a doomed woman tasting her last meal. The wonderful sensations soon lit a fire in Draco's chest, leaving her panting and aroused beyond measure. Her crotch ached for attention too, making her squirm and squeeze her thighs together. Miia's eyes missed nothing, and soon her gaze turned downward, locking on to a new target, a tantalizing one, at that.

Draco was no fool. She knew what was coming and welcomed it with open arms, or rather, open legs. Widely she spread them, clutching her knees against her chest to fully unveil her sweet little pussy, rosy pink, crowned with blonde, and soaking wet. Her little clit swelled out of its hood, and seem to twitch with excitement when Draco spread her labia, presenting all she had to Miia and silently begging her to do her worst.

Devious Miia had very different ideas, however. She traced practiced fingers over the inside of Draco's thighs, teasing her with a simple touch that grew inward, closer and closer to the place that needed touching the most. She faked her out, cupping Draco's ass instead, which was so big it was as if her body were compensating for her lack of cleavage. Giddily she squeezed those cheeks, until her fingers sank into their plump embrace. The poor Dragonewt was growing desperate, Miia could tell. She spied the trail of glistening juice leaking from her slit and knew she had her lover just where she wanted her.

Then Miia denied Draco's wishes entirely, turning her attention to Draco's tail instead. She did it by leaning into Draco's crotch as if she was finally going to smooch the agony out of her pussy, but turned her kisses lower instead, pecking at the underside of her tail from root to sensitive tip. And how sensitive that tail tip was; making Draco's body jolt every time Miia's lips caressed it! She curled her fingers around it, stroking it like a hot, hard cock. Needless to say, it had the desired effect. Draco had had her way with many young beauties, and many among them had an exquisite talent for pleasuring of the sexual kind, but none had ever tried anything like this. Hell, after many years of exploring her body, even Draco hadn't considered that her tail, with all its sensitive nerves, was basically the cock she never had. As Miia continued to jerk Draco's tail off, Draco couldn't help but draw her fingers over her vulva and tweak her clit to heighten the experience.

"Not so fast," Miia said with that girlish giggle of hers. She pulled Draco's hands away from her needy pussy and gave her clit a cute little kiss. "She belongs to me tonight. Only I get to play with her!"

"Then stop teasing me!" Draco answered in a ragged pant. "Fuck me, Miia! I want it!"

As the words left her lips, Draco felt the sting of defeat, but she no longer cared. She was fine with being dominated, fine with being Miia's pet, as long as it meant she'd just do her already. It seemed that was all Miia wanted to hear.

Now that her dragon lover had declared her the winner, Miia wasted little time in toying her around like a puppet on lust-fueled strings. She squeezed Draco's plump mons, sandwiching her poor clit hard enough to leave her near insensate. The more pleasured moans forced their way out of Draco's chest, the more she massaged those mons, smiling deviously as Draco's body twisted in ecstasy. Draco did her very best not appear as though Miia had too much control over her, but she wasn't fooling anyone. If anything, her attempts to cover her scorching red cheeks only made Miia tease her harder, slipping a finger into that plump pussy sandwich to remind her who she was dealing with.

Only when Miia was entirely satisfied that any thoughts of rebellion had been squeezed out of her dragoness, did she fully descend on her. Draco swore she saw a hint of girlish excitement in Miia's smile as she merged her lips to Draco's lower ones. The sharp stimulation of Miia's tongue suddenly lapping her vulva from the base of her slit to the tip of her clit, was like a lightning bolt to the heart, knocking the wind out of Draco's chest. She clawed at the bed sheets as her spine coursed with a nearly electric pleasure, zapping her fragile mind with each lick and kiss and lengthy suck. Miia slipped her tongue inside Draco, wriggling the muscular organ as she snaked her way over her g-spot. If the entire hotel didn't know the two of them were fucking yet, they surely did now.

For the rest of her assault, all Miia heard from Draco was soft little moans of content. Draco's outburst was pretty embarrassing, and it seemed she knew it, but Miia chose to ignore the awkwardness of the moment for the pleasures of the next. Her tongue was a force to be reckoned with, twisting and turning between Draco's tight walls, tasting her every fold, swimming in a cocktail of saliva and sweet pussy juice, until her forked tongue reached her cervix and playfully twirled over the soft flesh. She flexed her tongue into a rotating coil that drilled pleasure into Draco deepest depths.

The orgasm Draco gave her mistress was splendid, a gushing little waterfall that soaked Miia's face from cheeks to chin. The dragoness arched her back, thrusting her crotch up to meet Miia's lips, rocking her hips to hump her lover's face. Miia felt her tongue being mashed by the rapid contractions of Draco's vagina, which seemed to squeeze tightly at the base to keep whatever had penetrated it inside her where it belonged. She had to wrap her arms around Draco's thighs to keep them from popping her head like a melon, but when all was said and done, and her scaly concubine finally let up, the sight of her breasts rising and falling in a rigorous pant, and the tainted smile on her face made it more than worth the price of admission. She'd finally gotten the meek newt she wanted. What more could a girl have asked for?

Draco looked down at Miia between her tits and admired the messy femfacial she had given her. If there was any consolation for her succumbing to Miia's charms so easily, a face full of cum was about as close as she could get. But now the time had come for her to turn the tide in her favor. Now that she'd gotten her first orgasm out of the way and curbed some of that horny desperation, she could focus on properly taming her new Lamia playmate.

It seemed Miia had the same idea. Before Draco could launch her rebellion, Miia pounced on her, pinning her down by the shoulders and stealing a ferocious kiss. She moaned sharply in protest, but the soft feeling of Miia's breasts pressing against her own mellowed her voice out into a heavenly drone.

"Don't you say a thing, darling. Prey doesn't talk back to the predator." There was no way Draco couldn't retaliate to being called prey. So Miia kissed her again, even harder this time, slipping her tongue into the mix to coil tightly around Draco's before it could even shape a vowel of objection. The message was clear. The queen had been declared and she didn't like any sass from her slave.

She reached out for the wine bottle with her tail, took a swig, then kissed Draco once more, feeding her the red through her lips again and again until her newt was good and tipsy. The alcohol transformed Draco. The blush on her cheeks became permanent, burning out to the very tips of her ears, and the sour look she had on her face turned into a cheeky grin. Miia arranged her lengthy tail into coiled spiral beneath Draco, giving whole new meaning to term body pillow, then relieved her of her clothes and tossed them anywhere that suited her fancy. Soon the room was strewn with beautiful dresses and sexy lingerie, with nothing to keep the girls warm but each other's touch.

Somewhere in Miia's nest of coils, Draco managed to find the tip of her red tail. Had this been the Draco of earlier this evening, she would have squeezed its sensitive tip until Miia was begging at her feet. But that Draco was long gone, and the gal who replaced her was a naughty little minx who cared less about who was on top, and more about the both of them having a doozy of a time. So she took that sensitive tail tip and tenderly wrapped her tongue around it. A Dragonewt's tongue was nowhere near as long as a lamia's, but it was plenty long enough to have Miia dripping at merely the sight of it.

Then Draco's hands grew adventurous. They inched their way down Miia's sides until they reached her breasts, and boy did she have the time of her life fondling them. Miia let her do she pleased, curious to see just what this new Draco was capable of. Draco wouldn't waste the opportunity to relish in her new mistress' body. She sank her fingers into those supple tits and kneaded them until Miia rewarded her with a blissful moan. On a whim, one of her hands continued its journey downward, easing through Miia's fiery red pubic hair to rub a finger against her clit. But Draco had no self-control. Within seconds, two of her fingers slipped into Miia's wet slit, churning her insides up like butter. Miia sharply sucked in air as those well practiced fingers found her g-spot and stroked the hell out of it, doubling her over into a ragged pant. But Draco was far from done. She pulled those thoroughly lubed fingers from her mistress and circled them over Miia's puckered little ass hole. Before Miia could even comprehend what was happening, they had already delved deep into her rear.

"Oh, fuck yes, Draco!" was all Miia had time to utter before the wonderful sensations slurred her speech into groans of pleasure. A naughty thumb circling over her clit, before pushing back inside her, was all it took to have Miia writhing. With her queen turned to putty in her hands, Draco only upped her intensity- fondling Miia's breast with one hand, fingering her ass and pussy simultaneously with the other, all while she continued her oral assault on Miia's tail. The sensations were simply overwhelming!

Miia was quite impressed with this slutty new Draco. Seems all she needed was a bit of booze in her system to pull that stick from her ass and loosen her up. But all this teasing was making her rather impatient for an orgasm of her own. Gently, Miia thrust her tail between Draco's lips, and to her surprise her hungry newt began to suckle it quite eagerly, fellating that tail as if it was a real cock. For a second Miia wished it was, if only to see Draco's face covered in hot cum. She decided to push things to the limit, easing her tail deeper and deeper into Draco's mouth until she was deepthroating it. Draco hardly seemed to mind, only sucking her mistress off that much more enthusiastically. To see her throat bulge, and to feel it tighten around her tail, Miia was sure there was no woman in the world that could resist Draco now. Least of all her.

Draco slipped her fingers from Miia's holes and gently pulled the tail from her mouth so she could suckle the pussy juice off her thumb. She hugged her mistress so that their breasts squeezed together again, and began to rocking her chest so that they rubbed each other up, slipping between one another and mashing together lewdly. Then she wrapped her legs around Miia's hips, and Miia knew all too well what she was being invited to. For this game, friction was pleasure. Miia settled her pussy over Draco's, and both of them felt how wet the other was. The rubbing began, softly at first, like a feather tracing over skin, but grew more passionately, as their animal nature got the better of them. Their lower lips kissed again and again, meeting each other in a moist embrace of heat and flesh. This was lovemaking at its finest.

They held each other tightly, their bodies almost fusing into one as Miia took the lead and rolled her hips over Draco's. Even their cold-blooded bodies grew hot and sweaty. The occasional meeting of their clits would have them trembling, forcing them to let up their mad gyrations for just a second before the urge to continue urged them onward.

Miia's hips were a dream, never tiring, only growing stronger with each powerful flex. They gasped, they moaned, they laughed and cried, the sensual sounds bouncing between the walls proving a far better tune than the band downstairs could ever hope to match. In no time at all the room was so thick with their mutual scent that Miia could taste the sex in the air.

Soon everything they once were was gone, leaving only one writhing mass of pleasure, wrapped up in warm sheets, scales, coils, and one another. They lost themselves in the deep pools of one another's eyes, kissed until their tongues had merged, felt their sweat-drenched jostling breasts sink into each other, their pubes mesh into a bush of sizzling red and platinum blonde, their sensitive tail tips coil around one another, and their pussies grind into a smoldering, steaming mess. Hot skin on hot skin, smooth scales on smooth scales, swollen clit on swollen clit- interlocked and woven together, entirely inseparable. It was only fitting that the two linked souls should climax together.

A singular orgasm surged through the both of them, burning through body and mind until nothing but a pleasure-ravaged mess remained. Their pussies turned to fountains, lavishing one another's bodies with liquid appreciation until the sheets beneath them were warm and clammy. The ticklish sensation of tiny rivers of cum snaking their way up one another's bellies only made their smiles that much broader. For the longest time they lay, clutching one another, simply listening to the hastened breath of the other and feeling the rabid hammering of their hearts ease into a gentle rhythm.

There was no better sensation than feeling Miia's chest swell and shrink against her own, Draco realized, sobering from the climax. And as they lay, quietly enjoying one another's presense, Draco knew this wouldn't simply be another catch-and-release scenario. It couldn't be. She wouldn't allow it. The thought that she might have grown attached to someone made her dizzy. She had never once asked anyone for a second date before, assuming this little adventure even counted as the first. Yet up until the moment she fell asleep, she rehearsed the words she'd say to sweet Miia the next morning.

Turns out she didn't have to. Her Lamia lover was long gone by the time her eyes opened and found the light of dusk had turned her room a beautiful indigo. But their time together was far from over, it seemed. A card with a red kiss, a number, and the words, "Call Me, Darling!" written on it -wrapped up in her black lace lingerie, no less- assured it.