Dragoness
#7 of Bits and Pieces
Quietly, desperately, the dragoness rutted herself with her thick, forked tongue. As she licked, as she came, as she drunk herself into oblivion, licking deeper into the source of her secretions even as her thick, creamy fluids gushed over her tail, thighs, muzzle and tongue, she whimpered lustfully; all she could do was imagine that it was her rider's sex her tongue was buried in. The green dragoness wondered what it might feel like, what it might taste like as it clenched and rippled around her tongue, even as she paused to gather up what she hadn't drunk of her juices with a paw-hand and 'oil' herself with them, rubbing them into her belly scales, her thighs and her sex. Then and there, the dragoness decided; tomorrow night. Tomorrow night she would 'force' her rider into her stable. Tomorrow night she would strip the human naked, Tomorrow night she would lick the girl until she thrashed, screamed, clenched and rippled around her thick tongue. Tomorrow night the dragoness would feast upon her human's juices; tomorrow she would make her come.