Worshipping Her Stud

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BDSM for Dragons

"You're so strong...and your balls..."

Theresa whimpered, the submissive feral dragoness plaintively rubbing her head against her "master" dragon's nuts, moaning, whimpering, lowlier than she had ever been before him. Her pink scales glittered as if they had been sprinkled with moondust, a beauty of her species, though her dominant partner towered her, twice her size and as lustful as her to boot.

Her elegantly curved horns, light and delicate, could not match up to the power of his huge ones that were like those of a ram, the kind of dragon who spent more of their time on the ground than under it, huge and bulky. Yet Alister's power was not to be denied as he rumbled a growl, the green and brown drake drabber in colour than her and yet so easily dominant that he made her legs buckle...

The forest closed in around them, dark and sultry, an enchanted kind of twilight that was tainted by their lust - or made better in the purple glow, fireflies dancing in shades of blue, flitting back and forth. They had their own passion to spend there, though it was of the adult kind, his hard, throbbing member pinkly demanding her attention, pre-cum spilling viscously from the tip. It was as if Theresa had made her way to the source of the creek, where it bubbled up from the mountainside, yet she could not wait to drink straight from the source.

She would have collapsed at his feet if not for the fact that she was already bowed down under him, Alister rumbled out a growl, her name on his lips.

"My pet..." He said, the deep boom of his voice sending a shiver down her spine. "Is there no more that you can do to show your love and devotion to my balls?"

A game, all part of their game. Outside of mating, they were equals in life and love, though the dominance and submission of their mating games... Oh, they had Theresa coming back time after time again.

His huge balls though... Unlike with other dragons, the kinds that spent more of their time and lives airborne, they swung under his body, a weight to them that could not be denied, throbbing, aching, desperate for her touch. That was a dragoness' joy and privilege, all in the act and the art of pleasing him, crooning submissively as she rubbed her elegant muzzle against his nuts.

"The musk of you..." She moaned aloud, tongue dangling from her mouth, lapping up against his nuts. "Master... It's so thick, I know how badly you want to fuck me. Please... Please, take your toy."

But she was down there to worship his nuts as the larger stud dragon rumbled above her, in a way that she hoped was approving. His musk washed over her, for dragons did not sweat, though there were scent glands between the smaller, more vulnerable scales around their genitalia and notably their anal rings too, under their tails. That could exude a deviously delightful concoction of scents to drive any dragoness wild with need, her tail lifting, the vent of her sex plush and full, swollen, even then.

She wanted him, was desperate for him, though all she could do was breathlessly whisper to her master how much she adored him, how she wanted him to fuck her again, to take her again. How she wanted that huge spear of his cock slamming into her, abusing her body, taking her as his. There was no other claim that Theresa ever wanted to be laid over her than Alister's, the studly, dominant dragon overpowering her with such ease that he made her swoon.

The forest floor met her forelegs damply as she bowed down under him, nuzzling at his cock, her long tongue slopping around him, giving him the messiest, lewdest blowjob that he could ever have wanted. It was crude and it was lewd, moaning as if she could not hold back, dipping her tongue into the slit of his sheath strained taut around the base of his cock. That was the muskiest still, though more from containing his cock than any specific scent glands, her head swirling with passionate lust as his scent clawed its way into her nostrils.

"Master... Please..." She begged. "Please fuck me, breed me, make me your slutty little dragoness toy for your monster balls..."

Perhaps not the sexiest thing to say to another, but they had been together for so long that they knew and understood one another, their little kinks, their biggest quirks. Alister rumbled above her, shifting his weight, bracing his hind legs, the huge length of his throbbing member pulsing out more pre-cum again, more than most males would deliver in orgasm.

She moaned, nuzzling into him, lapping up what she could, though she let it splash onto her muzzle, marking her scales as his, always his. One more little thing that she could do for her loving master, all for him, heat coursing through her.

Oh, how she needed to be fucked, to be filled, to feel his thick meat stretching her out while her pussy ached around him. The strain, of that first thrust, would always catch her off guard, even as she spared another moment in the worship of his balls, pressing into them, tenderly lapping, nuzzling, feeling the weight of his seed within.

It belonged inside her, spilling out of her pussy, so much that her womb and her cunt simply could not contain it all. There were no words for how hungry the dragoness was for his cum, every fervent beat of her heart pumping blood to all the right places of her body, her tail lifted to the point that she doubted that she could pin it down again. She was too hot, too needy, her sex burning up from the inside out. Even the scent of her pussy was thick in the air, hanging around them like a cloud of pheromones that neither drake nor dragoness could wriggle out of.

Desire. It claimed every fibre of their beings, lustfully so, her hips rocking back, wanting to grind onto his cock, even as the drake lowered his head, curling back around behind his foreleg so that he could tease her pussy. It was tricky, with the size difference, but at least the long necks of dragons came in useful sometimes - more often than not. His tongue lashed over her vent and tail hole in tandem, not caring whether he licked more of one than the other for she was perfectly clean back there, the heat of her body guiding him to where he needed to be. That was, of course, for teasing her, for riling his sexy bitch of a dragoness into a fervour.

There was nothing quite like seeing her mindless and mad with lust, after all, for Alister...

Theresa squealed, taking his cock into her long maw just for something to focus on, other than pleasure swamping her, her pussy dripping fluidly, marking her hind legs even as she spread them, bracing for her master. Oh, his tongue... His tongue could do such wonderful things to her, squirming up inside, though he more than knew how to find that pleasurable patch of nerves inside her. He knew how to teaser her, to drag her squalling to an edge of pleasure over and over again.

She needed to get off, her body aching for it as much as she did for the hot length of his cock, though the dragoness hardly knew what she needed more, moaning and grunting, drooling around his cock. It had taken her many months, when they had first gotten together, for her to take Alister's cock fully, for he stretched out her throat with every thrust. They had gotten there in the end and there was nothing like the sensation of her throat swelling and bulging out to accommodate him, cutting off her ability to breathe as she swallowed him down.

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