Short: Nadine
A very short story about a noble dragoness's worship of a powerful and primal hippogriff's stallion cock. She might sate him with her mouth, but who is to say the King of Beasts will be satisfied with only the Queen of Dragon's throat?
His equine cock jerked from base to tip, the flat head flaring further as it painted a streak of pearlescent precum across the black scales of her slender muzzle. Nadine grinned and slowly licked her slick purple tongue across her lips, the forks at the end catching just a little of the dribble running down her face. She inspected him hungrily, relishing the sight of his monstrous member and the scent of his hanging testicles, soaked in overpoweringly musky sweat.
The impatient paw that slowly set itself on the nape of her neck urged the dragoness into action, pushing her face towards the leaking tip. She opened wide, inviting another spurt of hot pre that dashed against her outstretched tongue. Delicious. Her eyes closed as she locked her lips around the fat head of his cock and pushed. Her tongue lovingly caressed every engulfed inch, kissing his girth with the passion of reunited lovers. The reality was, Nadine was just a whore.
The dragoness worked her head side to side, loosening and clenching her mouth like a snake as she devoured the bestial cock in her royal mouth. The mass of delicate gold jewellery hanging from her neck clanked against her hard scales with each twist of her lips. The beast grunted with satisfaction, raking his talons across her shoulders and pushing his hooved haunches forwards. Nadine gagged as his flare crossed the threshold of her throat. A lewd bulge pressed out at the base of her jaw, slowly sliding down into her neck.
It wasn't until she had filled half her throat with firmly throbbing horsecock that Nadine could finally nuzzle his massive testicles. She jammed her nose between the two enormous orbs, letting the heat radiate across her snout and the equine sweat drip over her face. His scent engulfed her head in a cloud of steam, filling her lungs with every laboured breath. She slipped her tongue out between her stuffed lips and flickered it against his leathery scrotum. The rich taste sent ripples down the back of her neck, a wild deviant pleasure that spread through her body from tongue to tail.
She rhythmically squeezed the muscles straining in her throat, massaging the half of the cock that filled her neck, while the length in her muzzle experienced the slow sweeping of her muscular tongue along its underside. The scaly claws on her neck stroked approvingly, the beast adjusting its hind legs further apart so he could properly push into her ministrations. Nadine knew what was coming.
She gently eased the tightness of her lips, shifting her sharp draconic teeth out of the way of his thick shaft. The bulge in her neck rose, flare scraping the tight inner walls of her constricting throat, feeding her jets of precum straight into her gullet. Five inches of glistening sheath and shaft emerged from her muzzle, and still, his tip was deep enough to make the dragoness gag. Then he thrust like a stallion, surging his powerful hips forwards with such force that his testicles clapped Nadine on the chin and showered her with sweat and spit.
His other clawed paw grabbed the base of her wing, and he held her tightly in place, submissive below the feathered barrel of his beastly chest. The sound of wet flesh, muffled choking, and the clap of meat and scale filled the air as the beast used Nadine's mouth as his pleasure hole. The bulge in her neck rhythmically pulsed up and down as he pistoned into her face. He started shallow first, five or sick inches slipping from her lips on each stroke, but soon it rose to ten, the entirety of his length ramming down her throat with every thrust.
Out in the wilderness, the dragon queen's royal bloodline meant nothing to this primal beast. Her lavishly jewelled and decorated onyx scales nothing more than the hard case around a set of fuckable holes. Her silver tongue didn't need to speak; it existed only to cushion the long vein that throbbed along the underside of his cock. It didn't matter how beautiful her face was, when it belonged under his haunches, repeatedly slapped by his mighty balls. The bright amethyst jewels of her eyes could barely be seen, squinting and flinching as she was both choked by cock and bludgeoned by sack.
The hippogriff opened its black beak in a keening screech, slamming his expanding flare down her neck with a savage finality. His mightly testicles came to a sharp halt against her drool-slick throat, where they began to rise and fall with each powerful contraction of his sheath. His shaft swelled so hard that she could hear it, slick bulge rushing against the roof of her mouth and into her gullet. Nadine barely got to taste his seed. She greedily swallowed his cock, milking him with all the muscles of her throat, but his hot load went straight to her waiting stomach.
It wasn't until her belly began to grow heavy with the weight of his lust, and his testicles had visibly shrunk against her chin, that he finally pulled back and sowed the last of his seed across her waiting tongue. Nadine didn't want to miss an opportunity. She locked her lips around his last five inches before they could pull free, coiling her tongue tightly around his girth and cleaning it of every last drop of his essence. The taste she had worked so hard for hit her like a high, sending her orgasmic juices spilling down her scaled thighs.
The beast had been far more satisfying than Nadine could have ever expected. Her hind legs were quivering, the tassels on her silk skirt dancing wildly. The lips of her draconic vent had swollen open, revealing her soft pink folds and soaking wet cunt. The sensation of worshipping his cock had been so deviantly delicious _that Nadine had exposed her royal eggs, the protective covers on her brood unsheathed, leaving the dragoness extremely _fertile. Her sweet aroma had not escaped the attention of the giant hippogriff. For a dragoness that currently had no heir to her throne, this could be a little problem.
Her naughty muzzle had thoroughly satisfied the wild beast's need for foreplay, but his hard cock still slapped impatiently against his underbelly. In one swift lunge, he grabbed the base of her wings with his hooked talons, a clutch so intense even she couldn't hope to break it. Nadine realised something: The enormous hippogriff wasn't going to let her leave his domain until he had sampled _all _of her noble body - and in the process, claimed her _real _treasure.