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"Think I can actually trust you to go out on your own, for once? The last thing I want to have to do is pull you out of something again..."

"You know, when you say things like that, it makes me think you don't trust me."

Erna was trying her best to wear a convincing pout, but Tango saw right through it, even when his eyes were in the middle of a roll.

"We've got limited time, so let's agree to meet back here in an hour or less," Tango plotted. "I don't think it's gonna take me even half that time to get what I'm here for, but you can never account for crowds..."

"You have my word that I'll be right back at this spot in one hour, with no security detail or anything like that."

"The fact that you have to specify-

"See you in a little bit!"

The winged familiar was off in a zip, having gone past a shop on their last few trips into town that she was desperate to pay a visit to. The problem was that she could never remember exactly where it was, and some of the mobile vendors were set up in different parts of town every time they came around.

It took her only fives minutes of fluttering around the venders square to decide that she wasn't going to be able to find the shop she was looking for, but there were some less than familiar faces settled around the market, and for once, there was something more interesting than building materials for Erna to browse.

"Why...if those aren't the most fascinating colors I've ever seen," she complimented the wares of one of the carts as she fluttered up to the front of it, and then, up into the view of the man running the stand. "I don't know how you managed to make these paints sparkle and shine the way you have, but I need to know more about these!"

A young man in a hooded robe was seated on the other side of the modest cart, but the lackluster appearance of the wood and wheels made for a more vibrant appearance from the paints; Erna was sure that was no mistake, but it didn't take away from the excitement she felt at his product.

"Always nice to have a customer with such a keen eye for detail," the man answered. "Since you're so curious, I'm happy to tell you that I'm an alchemist, and I've found a new way to produce paints that can elicit a reaction that is akin to their color!"

Erna's eyes widened. "I...I think I get it. Kinda. What exactly do you mean?"

"So you've heard of feeling blue, correct? Well, just a drop of my paint can actually cause you to feel such a reaction, depending on which shade you use, and where it ends up. One streak on the wall can change your mood the instant you walk into a room!"

"Are they all so literal?"

"Not necessarily. They aren't all attached to a singular mood, either...there are some with other such effects."

Erna should have waited for a more thorough explanation than that, but she was so enamored with the idea that she was already rifling through the money Tango lent her, seeing how many different jars of the magical stuff she could afford.

"How many can I get for this much?"

The alchemist leaned over the booth and adjusted his glasses; he didn't want to seem impressed with the sum, but it would be his biggest haul of the day, if he could simply close the deal.

"I can give you three vials of this sunset red, or four vials of passion blue for the same price. Which would you prefer?"

The idea of being eternally faced with a sunset was enticing at the very least, but Erna could look out from their yard any evening that she wanted to see one.

"If a little bit is good, then more must be better, right?" she asked, closing the sale for him and setting her coins on the edge of his booth. "I'll take the blue!"

"Wonderful choice!" the man exclaimed. From under his hood, his grin was well-hidden, but Erna wouldn't have found it suspicious, busy as she was flittering about with excitement. "Now, I must caution you not to get this on your skin, okay? Even a single drop of this on your flesh can amplify the effects of the paint tenfold, and depending on the variety you've purchased, that can have truly dangerous results."

She was nodding as eagerly and rapidly as a puppy being offered a treat, and she gathered up the bag with her tiny wings, not really having retained that information. "Got it, got it! Thank you so much!"

Hopping down from the booth and waddling back to the meeting spot, Erna noticed Tango was already waiting there for her. A small book was in his hand, as if he was anticipating her taking quite a bit longer than she actually had.

"You know, if you needed help carrying things, I would have been more than happy to grab them for you," Tango offered. He was chuckling at her struggle, until he felt obligated to lift the bag for her. "Was...w-was this the only thing you purchased?"

"Uh huh! I bet it's well worth the price, though."

"You spent every cent I gave you on some vials of paint?"

"It's magic paint, Tango. I can't wait to see what it does when I get it onto a brush!"

"I bet it goes on things. And then those things become a different color."

Huffing, Erna stuck her tongue out at Tango and fluttered up to his shoulder, wanting him to feel the gesture, even when he looked away. "Gotta take the wind out of my wings every time, dontcha?"

"You know I'm just messing with you, Erna. I'm glad you found something that makes you happy."

"That's more like it!"

Riding his shoulder the rest of the way home, Tango was already planning out his second shopping trip of the day, but Erna had something else to occupy the rest of her afternoon.

**

"So...try not to get the stuff on me. Got it."

Tango was out and about enough that day that Erna wasn't paying him all that much mind, for once. The promise of the paints was enough to hold her interest, so much that she only offered a brief and distracted "See ya" when he left her alone for the second half of his day.

"Passion blue...honestly, with a name like that, I wonder what kinda guy I just made a purchase from," Erna muttered. Her lips were still curled with a mischievous grin at the idea of what reaction she might feel when the paints were applied, and even popping the cork from the first vial gave her a burst of excitement.

She chalked that first sensation up to her satisfied anticipation, but she was too excited to keep from giving the paints a try right then and there: holding a brush in her winged grip, she dipped the fine bristles in the thick, glistening paint and removed a sample from the vial.

"Let's see...what to draw..."

Standing on a piece of parchment, Erna was mindful of her tail and her wings as she swirled the brush back and forth across the page. She wasn't sure what she was drawing, but she was smiling with self-approval as she watched the markings come together and take shape.

More than that, she felt inspired to keep going, even when she didn't have a proper direction for the artistry.

"Could just be the excitement that comes with creating something, but...I definitely feel more passionate," she admitted to herself. It was still early enough that she could have been convincing herself of the results more than anything, so, despite her eager nature, she stood and looked over the drawing a few moments more before dipping the brush back in the vial.

If the sensation growing in her tummy and spreading through her body had any kind of lasting power, she'd start to believe in the warnings that the vendor gave her.

"And now another stroke here...kinda looks like his junk, right?"

Erna wasn't sure when she decided that she was going to try and replicate Tango's member with the paints, but once she'd gone that direction, she was determined to bring it to proper fruition. Her mind was so often inclined to think that way that she still wasn't convinced it was the result of the paints she was using, but there was something feverish about her as she dipped the brush into the last of the vials, wanting to see if there was any difference in their effectiveness.

Pulling it free and looking at the haphazard cock that she'd painted on the page, she allowed herself to be distracted just long enough to forget that the paint was drooping from the edge of the brush.

"O-oh. Oops."

Given the warning she heard before, Erna should have been more worried than she immediately was, but the streak on her tummy was so tiny that she thought she might be able to just wipe it away with the page itself, if she was careful enough.

"Well, I'm not sure if it's passion that I'm feeling, but this paint definitely does something to you when it touches you," she whispered. Fear began creeping into her voice as she looked down the scales of her flat chest and admired the color of the stripe against her gray bodice, but the longer she stared, the greater warmth she felt building inside of her, until she couldn't help feeling comforted by the sensation.

It was like being wrapped up in a large, warm blanket from within, and the warning of the vendor was readily ignored as Erna remembered something about physical delights.

"If a little warmth is good, then a lot of warmth must be better, right?"

She didn't have Tango around to warn her that this wasn't such a good idea, and it would be too late for her to go to the vendor and ask if there was any kind of cure. Taking the brush and turning it in her grasp, she aimed it at herself and brought her tail around to her view.

"Let's see what happens when we put a little bit back here..."

Truth be told, she didn't intend to hit her most intimate spots with the paint; that was still too risky, but she felt comfortable drawing a thin line along the top of her tail, pushing up toward those spots and giving her gray scales a fresh, shimmering touch of blue.

Repeated coats on the page made her think that she was feeling warmer just from gazing upon them, and a second coat on the flesh of her tail had a similar effect, but just as she'd come to expect, this wasn't the kind of heat that came from being wrapped up in the aforementioned blanket.

"Oh, t-that...that's quite the pleasant sensation, isn't it?" she asked herself, trembling in place as she held the brush in suddenly quivering digits. "This isn't in my head after all...this stuff really works just as well as he says it does!"

In a way, she was wrong: the paints weren't meant to be used on flesh in the first place, but for the familiar, this would prove to be the only way she ever wanted to use them. She enjoyed feeling the growth of burgeoning lust from her womanhood, and just thinking about the look on Tango's face when he saw her naked body painted up and spread across the table was making her leak something else entirely onto the page.

She didn't even realize how wet she'd become until she noticed her glistening arousal spilling across the wooden base of the brush, leaving it with a healthy sheen and plenty of evidence that the vendor hadn't exaggerated.

"Okay, I g-get it...I'll do something about it; jeez!" she chided her own body, feeling a shiver run through her form, defying the heat that was pouring from the tender, narrow folds of her sex. "Lucky enough that I've got something nearby to help with this...I don't think my fingers would cut it...I...I need to be fucked!"

What started as a pleasant and subtle rush of arousal was quickly growing to a domineering and unstoppable force within her; it was so demanding that she was subconscious in the way she turned the dull end of the paint brush toward herself. Her sex was blissfully tight, but so much liquid desire was pouring over from her tender petals that the act of penetration wouldn't be any sort of struggle.

It would only provide her with the sweetest of relief, if her theory was correct...and if the first touch of that brush end against her clit was any indication.

"And he was t-teasing me about how boring painting w-would be," she stammered, knowing her words would become a greater struggle with every delicate rub of the tip against her sex. Petals were already spreading around the narrow, rounded tip, and the mess that spread across the page was a perfect foil for the mess she spilled over that end when she finally eased it into her body, guiding it with her wings.

As the brush rolled around on the page and obscured the drawing of Tango's cock, Erna put her focus on a much more vibrant mental image of the same. The paint brush was a pale shadow of what Tango would be able to offer her when he finally returned home, but in the moment, she was just glad to feel something pumping into her womanhood and giving her that delightful sensation of fulfillment.

It turned out to be just what the dragoness needed, but one plunge certainly wasn't enough. She was riding on the back of the brush with increased fervor as the seconds went by, and only when she'd taken it as deep as her body would allow did she think she'd achieved any kind of genuine satisfaction.

The familiar, uncontrollable clench of her orgasm on the brush added a little extra moisture to an already soaking page, but as she cried out in helpless release, she waited for the waves of relief to wash over her form and leave her with the pleasant afterglow of a job well done.

"Y-yes... yes! Fucking p-pound me, Tango! Stuff my tiny body onto that t-thick fucking cock!" she cried out, so overwhelmed with delusional lust that she could imagine his lap beneath her. "Gods, just...just ruin me, please!"

Only she could answer her own prayers, right then, but the longer she worked herself around the appropriated sex toy, the worse her needs became. She didn't even have the satisfaction of relaxing after her first orgasm before her body started pursuing another; panting and blinking with growing confusion, Erna pushed the brush from herself, but that only added to her heaping pile of sensual problems.

"It's like my brain is on f-fire...w-what...what the hell is happening to me?" she mumbled, fearful that she might never come down from the high that she'd achieved. "This can j-just stop any old time now!"

She knew that the paint brush was no substitute for the real thing, but the real thing would be home soon; for the first time, when she said she couldn't wait, she literally meant it.

**

"Well, isn't that a disappointment...you haven't finished painting the house yet!"

It was only a few minutes later when Tango returned from his second shopping trip of the day, and Erna wasn't the least bit surprise to hear him teasing her about the paints again. There wasn't a drop on any of the walls in the house, but plenty of it had been spilled all the same.

The only marks that he saw were the ones spread across Erna's body, and the crude drawing of his cock being aimed at a fairly impressive mockup of her petals.

His paws clenched at the wares in his grasp, but he couldn't keep his jaw from dropping toward the floor when he saw the gray dragoness bent over and grinning at him through her own legs. Brilliant eyes of emerald sparkled at him with even greater interest than she'd ever shown, and a flexible body was spread for him in a deliciously lewd display; the pink of her womanhood cut through the gray between her legs and immediately captured his attention.

"Do you like it? So nice of you to notice my hard work," she teased. "But I was actually born with this little treasure...o-oh, you were looking at the drawing?"

Tango's lower jaw stayed in a stupefied hang as he looked over the spilled paints, the brief, vain attempt at actually drawing with the paint, and the mess that was spread over his familiar. As no-nonsense as he could be, there was no point in trying to lie about the rush of arousal that washed over him at Erna's colorful invitation.

"Trying to...t-take in all of it, honestly," Tango admitted. "You certainly know how to keep me on my toes, Erna."

"Well, yeah! I don't want you to think I'm predictable...then you'll get bored of me, and then you won't fuck me anymore, and I just...w-well, I just can't have that."

That her pouted, eager folds were being spread by the claw at the end of her wing was an obvious enough invitation, but she was squirming from side to side, pushing the already present trails of feminine arousal down from her petals.

They were practically dripping into her own muzzle as she did everything she could to bring him closer, short of begging him to fuck her; that was the next part of her plan, failing everything else.

"Okay, I'll bite: what the heck did you get into while I was gone? This whole place is riddled with your scent..."

The aroma was a strong temptation already, but Tango was doing his best to think with the head on his shoulders, just in case Erna wasn't in her right of mind.

"I guess I got a little bit carried away, but I had a good reason!"

"I'm listening."

"So, that paint that I bought...I was trying it out, because it looked really cool, and I started feeling just a little excited from looking at it...and then I accidentally got some of it on me, and the vendor said that would make the sensations way stronger, and I...w-well, I've come two or three times now, and I still can't calm down, so please come shove your cock in me."

Tango blinked at how blunt she became at the end of her story. "At least you said please," he teased, snickering at her situation. "But I'm not gonna fall for it..."

Erna's previous attempts to pretend to be in heat when she wasn't left Tango hesitant to trust her at all, but he could see her juices still glistening on the discarded paint brush. Even more of them were still oozing down the inside of her thighs as her playful grin turned nervous and desperate.

"This isn't a joke, Tango! It's...it's so bad it kinda hurts!"

"You really expect me to believe that you bought a bunch of magic paints that make you horny?" he asked, arms crossed. "Especially when you're almost always horny in the first place?"

Huffing and flipping over, Erna dipped her tail in one of the vials and flickered the tuft of fur at the end, flinging a few errant drops at him.

With his arms busy holding his purchases, he couldn't keep the drops from hitting his chest, but his expression soured at the glittery, off-blue substance on his bare flesh. "Was that really necessary, Erna?"

"Considering that it feels like my whole body is on fire and you still refuse to come put me out, it felt pretty necessary."

Rolling his eyes and setting his things by the door, Tango turned and locked up the shop; before he turned all the way back around, he could feel something familiar welling up in the pit of his chest.

His orbs set on Erna once more, and immediately, he could feel excitement and passion building up within him. With each second that passed, staring her down became a greater exercise in restraint, until he'd looked over her desperate, quivering form for half a minute.

By the end of that trial phase, he was convinced of the results, but he was doing his best to exercise the kind of restraint that Erna was never capable of.

"So... that's a feeling," he murmured, looking at his own chest and past it, to the thumping length of his slowly stiffening cock. "Can't believe I'm saying this, but I think you might have been telling the truth, Erna."

Her smile returned, wider than ever. Fluttering just above the desk, she'd become so overwhelmed with excitement that her juices spilled to the desk and left a tiny puddle there, adding to the plentiful, sweet scent of arousal that filled the shop.

"I can always take care of this later, though. I'm still not gonna help you."

Her expression shattered. "Wh...what the hell did you just say?" she worked through her disbelief as a scowl took her muzzle. "Are you completely out of your mind?! Get over here and fuck me!"

The demand was exactly what he wanted to hear; Tango couldn't deny that.

As great as his arousal already was, however, he chose to listen to a different internal motivation, and the dialogue behind it was cruel...but, in his mind, it was justified.

"After all the times you've teased me and pent me up when it was horribly unnecessary for me? I think you're overdue for a little karma," Tango suggested. "So if I say you're gonna have to wait, you're just gonna have t-

"Like hell I have to wait!"

She bolted right up from the desk and flew at him, a creature of pure frustration and arousal. He could see she was trying to swipe him with her tail: his palms picked right up to block her advances, but he was the one who'd been tricked.

Erna ducked below his digits and dove face first into the waistline of his shorts. Thanks in part to the pants and the moisture dripping from her body, she slipped right in, avoiding his paws as they thrashed down at her tail.

That little wisp snuck inside with the rest of her, and in the tight confines, she found herself completely pinned by the weight of his throbbing, pulsing cock.

"Getting it on your flesh amplifies the effect...so...does getting it right here amplify things even further?"

"Erna, d-do not...f-fucking...do... that!"

Her womanhood brushed back and forth against the underside of his shaft, soaking him with such a helping of liquid arousal that it defied her miniature size. That same moisture aided the paint in spreading across the sensitive flesh of his sheath, and finally, even the base of his sack was coated, leaving his balls so tender to the touch that the buck of her body against his thighs nearly pushed him over the edge.

It all happened in the span of less than a minute, and by the end of it, Tango was furious with sexual energy. He could hardly believe it was happening, but the truth was...he felt sorry for Erna having to deal with such a sensation for as long as she had.

"Okay, o-okay! Get out of there and I'll g-give you what you want...I mean it! I promise!"

Erna's head poked out first, like a groundhog emerging from his hole. "Perfect! Just lemme make a few quick adjustments and we can help each other out!"

"Quick adjustments...?"

Pushing against the waistline of his shorts and easing herself out of the fabric dungeon, Erna fluttered in the air before Tango, showing off the sopping wet folds of her womanhood to keep him enticed.

As she did, she relied on her ability to shift sizes to get the job done...she knew her smaller form wouldn't be able to take enough of his cock to satisfy either one of them, lust-drunk as they were.

"Probably not a bad idea," Tango realized aloud. His job was a bit easier: as Erna took on a proper size for the ferocity to come, Tango slipped out of his shorts, pushing them to the floor and exposing the entirety of his impressive shaft to the eager dragoness.

Taking a seat on the stool at the work station, he presented his lap like a throne to Erna; she certainly felt like a queen once she was large enough to drop into his lap and kick her leg over the side of it.

"I have good ideas from time to time. You should _really_learn to trust me more," Erna poked a little fun at him as she wiggled her backside over the drooling tip of his length, knowing he was just as riddled with need as she was, right then. "Like when I tell you to fuck me...maybe you should take my word for it and just do it next time."

"I suppose this doesn't count as next time?" he asked.

"Nope. I get all the credit for the first round."

She wouldn't give him the chance to argue his case: the drop of her folds around the tip of his cock and the following slam of her full, curvy backside into his lap silenced his counter and replaced it with a gasp of unbridled pleasure.

"T-that was f-fucking cheap ," he chided her, narrowing his eyes on the dragoness. "You can't just s-squeeze my cock like that every time I'm a-about to maa-aaake a good point!"

Large enough to take his entire shaft but still considerably smaller than he was, Erna's every move felt like a squeeze as she stretched herself on his tool.

Even her giggles at his desperation were a powerful weapon against him, and in every pump of her hips, he could feel those gestures coming to life internally, even before they left her lips.

"As long as you made me wait for this? I can do whatever the hell I want with you, Tango...pretty sure as long as I fuck you silly, you're not gonna stop me."

He hated when she was right.

"For talking such a big game, you're not moving very fast, Erna."

"Could just be teasing you for what you d-did to me."

"And is that really what you wanted out of all this?"

In turn, she hated when he was right; teasing him was only a means to tease herself a little further along, and the sheer passion in her body wouldn't be cured by something as simple as rolling her hips.

She needed to drive her ass into his lap, hard , and give him just the faintest moment to breathe before she slammed her body down upon him once more.

"I want you t-to cum, Tango...I want you to f-fucking cum with me!"

By the end of the day, Erna would lose count of the number of times her body crossed that threshold, but Tango couldn't forget the first one that she milked out of his cock, as tight as she was gripping him.

Inner muscles clamped down with so much force that Erna could scarcely keep herself moving, but desperate grunts gave extra life to her movements and kept her riding in his lap with greater and greater intensity.

Feeling that, Tango couldn't sit still any longer. Claws scraped the floor as his thighs bucked up against Erna's descent, meeting her in the middle and filling the workshop with the sound of flesh pounding upon flesh, and just beneath it all was the messy, slick sound of his length spreading her body to the limit, just as she thought she needed.

It wasn't greed or lust anymore, but indeed a need for contact and connection; as they started panting into each other's ears, Tango felt the very same, but when his seal was finally broken, his eyes widened with a stark, frightening realization.

"Gonna...c-cum, Erna...I'm gonna cum!"

Truthfully, she hoped that he would know even a single moment of relief from the act, but as much pleasure as he felt running through his form, as much as he utterly trembled in the wake of his orgasm, the dragon was befuddled by the sensations that followed it.

All of the wonderful, familiar sensations were there, as his seed poured into her passage and flooded her tiny womb with a single burst, but consecutive throbs and doses of his warm, slick seed weren't enough to satisfy her, that day...and there was no relief to be had, even when the strongest waves of delight were fading from him.

"It h-happened to you, too...didn't it?"

Stealing his gaze and seeing that same bewilderment, Erna knew that Tango needed to go again. Despite the terrible mess that came from pumping on his tool while it erupted, she kept moving right into the next round, sending long, dripping strands of his cum to the floor and soaking the stool.

"I don't understand...t-that was so good, I...I should really be exhausted, shouldn't I?"

Erna tried to snicker, though it proved tougher than she realized through a chorus of heavy moans. "I told you I was telling the truth, Tango!"

Though she had a clear head start on him, Tango was already catching up to her level of frustration. To have such a powerful and satisfying orgasm, but to feel that satisfaction ripped away before you ever really knew it was something he'd never needed to comprehend before.

To be thrown into it without a chance to adjust was maddening, as if his body was right back on the verge of climax...but now, he had to earn it all over again.

"And you put this on me..."

"You can thank me for that later."

Exasperated and momentarily exhausted, Tango threw his head back, thumping it against the edge of the work desk. He wasn't going anywhere as long as Erna was working his lap and milking his softening flesh, but his exaggerated reaction made absolutely sure that they wouldn't be separating anytime soon.

The table shook with the force of his head against it, and between their bodies, the last of the enchanted paint spilled over, pouring across their torsos and soaking their starkly different color patterns with a mirror of glistening blue.

"...Oh. Shit."

Erna was patient enough that she would have waited for Tango to stiffen again, even if it took him a few minutes.

Thanks to the paint, it took literal seconds for his cock to return to a full, proper erection, and the throbbing pulse that ran through it carried so much more force than his first that Erna cried out with the start of another climax from the internal tremor.

It didn't bring her any closer to relief, and staying on such an orgasmic high was starting to tug at the strings of her sanity, but in that moment, she could only jackhammer her body against his own, making good use of his renewed stiffness. "You...f-fucking klutz, Tango! Look what you've done! I was just starting to feel...s-some relief...mnnnf!"

Her mind was a whirlpool, her focus was broken, and her inner walls continued to tremble with the uneven force of another climax, but there was one more thing that neither of them had planned for.

Drooling over the edge of her muzzle and pounding into Tango so hard that the legs of the stool scraped against the floor, Erna didn't notice that she was shrinking back to her usual size, until she was too far into the process to control it any longer.

"Tango, y-you gotta pull-

"Not a chance," he growled, embracing the ferocity that Erna was bringing out of him, every bit as much as the paint that stained his broad, thick chest. "You brought this upon yourself, and I'm not letting up now...it feels...w-way too fucking good , Erna!"

His arms were wrapped around her lower back, just above the base of her tail, before her body shrunk down too much for that to be viable.

Little by little, she shrunk back down to normal around his cock, until his palms were practically holding her like a masturbatory sleeve; she wasn't going anywhere anytime soon, and his body was _painfully_sensitive, thanks to the amount of paint that spilled across him.

Full as Erna already was, her tummy immediately bulged when her shrinking figure clenched around his cock, creating a sensation to no one else would ever be able to replicate for him.

"Tango, a-are you seriously...g-gonna cum again?!" she asked, though there was panic in her voice as she looked down, able to see the bulge of his manhood through her torso. She was just able to accommodate his impressive flesh in her current state, thanks to the nature of her size-changing abilities, but she was running out of time...and that was to say nothing of the scarce air she was able to pull with her body so completely filled.

The bulge in her tummy grew as a thick gush of cum sprayed into her womb, pumping it to the limit in an instant and leaving her whole form distended with the yield of her larger lover. As though she were drowning from the inside, she could do little more than gasp and squirm as Tango used her like a living sex toy, but finally, the pressure became too much.

Streaks of white jettisoned from her petals as she was pushed off by a powerful burst, and finally, she could see Tango's member in the buff once more, instead of the outline. A plentiful helping of drool spilled from her tongue as she thought of savoring the treat right then, but she still hadn't caught her breath...and she needed the break.

"You sure know h-how to put on a show, Tango...j-just look at that fucking geyser!"

Watching with interest that delayed the onset of her next wave of heat, Erna stayed in the splash zone intentionally, allowing his cock to bathe her with the incredible volume that he offered. For their difference in size alone, she was used to getting soaked or stuffed whenever she convinced him to play, but this was a greater amount than she could ever recall seeing.

For his part, the poor dragon was slumped against the desk, his cock twitching at the air and his body seizing as he gripped the edge of the work bench, needing to hold something to mitigate a portion of the lengthy, powerful release.

Panting, wincing and doing all he could to regain his composure, Tango glared at Erna through one eye, still blaming her for the entire mess...but as hard as he tried, he couldn't stay mad at her.

Seeing the plentiful yield of his cum pour out of her stretched, well-fucked labia, he could only think about getting started with the next round.

"Think you're ready for another ride?" he finally asked, waiting just long enough to catch his breath.

Erna smiled nervously. "Actually, after that, I-

He gripped her wings and pushed her right to the floor, pinning her under the weight of his member.

"Need a break? No worries. I'll do all the work, this round."

She was slightly nervous, but that was far overwhelmed by the fresh arousal she felt when Tango finally took the reins; it was a rare treat when the larger dragon took control in the bedroom, and she wasn't going to pass it up for anything.

"You'd better last a little longer this time, then," she teased, parting his legs for him.

Already, her inner thighs were basted in his mess, but the tip of his cock kissed at her folds, and they were right at it again...

**

When Tango awoke the next day, the memories of what he'd done felt like the paint that remained on his scales: details were fading and flaking away, little by little, but the marks of the act still remained.

The last of their juices were just starting to fade with time, and upon his chest, Erna was painted more white than blue, thanks to her overzealous nature.

"Feels like my hips are broken," he grumbled, wishing he could fall back asleep. Of course, the floor of the workshop didn't make for the most comfortable bed.

"Speak...f-for yourself."

Erna rumbled awake at the sound of Tango's voice, and looked him over with a stare that told of how sore she was, after taking his length so many times. She didn't bother to much from the spot, even when she was coating him in his own seed.

"You need to promise me that we won't do that ever again," Tango was immediately stern with her. "I know that was fun and all, but I feel like we're gonna die from dehydration."

"Pretty sure I'm plenty hydrated," Erna joked. "Soaked, even...but you mean it? Never again?"

His morning erection was already stiff, but it was getting a little harder as he saw a tired, lazily grinning Erna giving him a look that begged for one more round.

"...Not without fair warning first," he amended himself. "And maybe a tarp..."