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"No you don't!" barked Rea, leaping down from her sunning stone. She tackled her mate playfully, knocking him lightly to the ground and standing over him with a smirk. "I told you, you're not going anywhere until I pay you back for all that."

Falon stared up at her with a smile of his own and she knew he was looking forward to what she had planned. But by the gods how her mate loved to make life difficult sometimes! He struggled to rise and she leaned forward, planting her forepaw on his neck to pin him down. She felt him shiver, and watched his eyes cloud with lust.

That was perhaps the most wonderful thing about Falon as a lover, he could be wonderfully dominant--pinning her and taking her as he pleased--but he was equally willing to play the submissive. A part of her loved that feeling of power--seeing her soldier tremble and beg for her touch. At times, it was even better than having him do the same to her.

"Now, you're going to be a good lad and obey, aren't you?" she whispered, running the tips of her claws delicately across his throat. Falon stiffened, unable to nod for fear of her talons, but eventually whispered back a quiet, "Yes."

"Good," she purred, running her claws down his neck, leaving faint white scratches across the scales. Nowhere near enough to hurt him, but sufficient to leave a stinging reminder of who was in charge at the moment. "On your back, love. Quickly, now."

Falon complied, obediently rolling. His wings were tucked tightly against his body, and all four paws folding in to frame his underbelly. Rea was unable to hide her smile--the sight of her powerful mate adopting such a vulnerable, submissive, and frankly adorable pose sent a thrill down her spine on many different levels. Had she not been so recently satisfied, the sight would have made her very aroused, indeed.

Doing her best to adopt an aloof, appraising air, Rea cautiously began to circle. She lowered her tail, allowing it to trace along his underbelly, his abdomen rising and falling with each breath, until she arrived at his hind legs. His erection had flagged in the brief interim since her orgasm, but the erotic atmosphere she'd created had more or less restored it. Upon arriving there, she slowed to a crawl, barely brushing the skin of his cock. Falon choked back a pleading whimper, and she turned her face away to conceal her grin. Her tail traced him with agonizing slowness, and she had time to savor each and every one of his reactions as she navigated its length--the way he gasped as she brushed the sensitive spade-shaped tip, the way he writhed as she crisscrossed his shaft, and the way he shuddered violently as she curled her tail and gently cradled his sac.

Without warning, she raised her tail and spanked him, carefully avoiding his testicles, but delivering the blow firmly across his sensitive tailhole. He yelped loudly, whole body clenching violently, so quickly that she suspected the reaction entirely involuntary.

Smiling, though she masked it with a mask of authority, she strode quickly towards her mate's head. She leaned down, laying his paw across his throat and squeezing--not enough to choke him, but certainly enough to show him who was in charge at the moment. Bend forward, she placed a gentle kiss on the tip of Falon's snout. His eyes watched her, staring in silent, obedient lust.

"You like that?" she murmured, nuzzling her way down over his chin to his throat. "You like it when I swat you like a disobedient youngling?" With a soft growl she removed her paw from his throat, taking it in her jaws and nipping softly. He flinched as her fangs only just broke the skin.

"Yes," he hissed.

She released his throat for a moment. "Then lie still," she cautioned, stepping around his wings and straddling his chest. Her teeth closed around his throat once more, while her tail snaked back across his underbelly, running gently across his shaft. Falon groaned softly as she stroked him, savoring the abundance of textures his cock provided. His shaft was smooth beyond belief, bare flesh, not scales, and was practically slick beneath her tail. Towards the base however, he thickened and grew rougher--though it was still far smoother than the scales covering the rest of his body. It could not truly be called a knot--after all, it could not tie them together as it did some dragons she'd heard of--but it tugged wonderfully when inside of her. Below, the scales of his sac were the smoothest of any on his body, rendering the heavy orbs as soft and smooth as his member itself--though it lacked the slick texture.

And all of it was hers. The thought made her flush, as did the quiet, desperate moans Falon had begun to make each time the coils of her tail brushed his swollen base. Before she knew what she was doing, she found herself gently grinding against his ribs, her vent nearly as swollen and sensitive as it had ever been. With a hiss of displeasure, she dismounted, glaring down at her mate, who stared back up with wide eyes.

It was arbitrary and unfair, but that was all part of the game. Besides, Falon knew that she would never truly try to hurt him--not badly, at least--and that gave her a certain degree of freedom. With a growl, she swatted the base of his tail once more, making him yowl, but his cock twitch. It brushed his abdomen as he sucked in a deep breath, and left a clinging strand of precum when he exhaled.

She swatted him again, this time at the crook of his thigh and underbelly, precisely where he'd nipped her before, and watched as his hind leg curled. Again and again she swatted his ass, listening to him moan and yelp, watching his cock jump and his balls swing, heavy laden with cum, until his tailbase was as crimson as his scales, and his expression had just begun to shift from agonizing pleasure to one of irritation. With a purr, she lay before him, gently nuzzling his sac and listening to his groan of approval. Her tongue darted forward, lapping along the length of his shaft, and earning an even louder groan.

"Good lad, Falon," she murmured, then gently kissed her way up his cock, savoring the taste he left on her lips. It wasn't that he tasted good, but it was simply the knowledge of who she was pleasing that made her smile and lap more greedily. Upon reaching the tip, she nuzzled him, laughing as the bead of precum he'd left stuck to her upper lip and came away in an overly long, sticky strand.

"Now, no cumming until I say so, okay?" she said, dropping her serious tone and letting the warmth that bubbled inside her chest fill her words. She could have waited for an answer, but Falon's hindpaws were already clenched and shaking, and she didn't have it in her to torment him much longer. With a soft giggle, she gently took his member in her paw, then closed her lips around the tip. With sudden desperation, Falon roared, his hips bucking wildly, desperately trying to cram as much of his cock into her muzzle as he could. She almost laughed, settled for a vibrant purr, and let him desperately thrust for a few seconds, then drew back, leaving his drenched and shaking shaft to penetrate the air. It shook forcefully with each beat of his heart, even after his thrusts had stilled. He whimpered, trembling for a moment before growing motionless.

"Easy, love," she murmured, nuzzling his swollen base. "Just wait a bit longer and you can cum. Just be patient." His only response was a desperate whimper.

Eyes shining, Rea shifted slightly, then nuzzling his tailhole abruptly. Falon stiffened instantly, his head leaving the ground to peer at her. "Rea?" he asked, concerned.

"Shhh," she murmured, nuzzling him again. "Trust me?" she met his gaze and smiled. Falon frowned, but nodded slowly and stretched out once more.

Gentle, loving smile not leaving her face, Rea leaned down and placed a kiss directly on his tailhole, the tight, pink pucker twitching at the unfamiliar contact. With one paw, she reached up, and gently stroked his sac, the tips of her claws ever-so-gently tracing the loose folds of scales. Falon shivered. Planting another gentle kiss on his tailhole, she slid her tongue forward, easing it inside his ass.

Falon stiffened, breath catching. Though she'd often considered rimming her mate over the years, she'd never actually taken the plunge. But now, watching the way he jerked and twitched with pleasure as she sank inch after inch of her tongue inside him, she was glad she had. Her paw reached out, gently grasping his cock, and began to stroke. With a sound, somewhere between a yelp and a growl, Falon's hips began to buck once more, his tailhole clenching rhythmically on her tongue.

"Remember, you're not allowed to cum yet," she warned, gently freeing her tongue from his ass and ceasing to stroke him. His only response was a groan of frustration. A thought occurred to her, and she grinned wickedly, standing, only to lie down once more, her body curling tightly snout to tail. Working quickly, she slid the tip of her tail into her muzzle, coating it with her saliva as thoroughly as possible. If Falon had any knowledge of her intentions, he made no show of it, instead lying more or less still, save for the occasional trembling limb and whimper. And of course, for his cock, which continued to shake forcefully with each beat of his heart.

Giggling with anticipation, she clutched her tail, about a snout's length from the tip, and positioned it against his tailhole. Perhaps the wetness revealed her plan, for no sooner had she tried to penetrate him than he clenched tightly, stopping all forward motion. She purred reassuringly, nuzzling the gap between his hind legs and his cock, licking along the edge of his shaft. Slowly, he relaxed, and she began to sink her tail inside of him. He tightened up twice more, but between her snout and her tongue, she eventually managed to fill him with more than a paw's length of tail. When at last she stopped, he exhaled sharply, his breath coming haltingly.

"Aw, love, that wasn't so bad was it?" she whispered, kissing the tip of his member and grinning at the way he trembled in response. One paw wrapped about his base, squeezing and kneading gently, carefully withholding her claws. The other stroked his sac, alternating between hefting and gingerly tugging at the sensitive orbs.

Falon gave no response but to thrust slightly at her ministrations.

Grinning, she continued to run her paws over him, then began to wriggle the tip of tail. Falon roared, easily twice as loud as the first time he'd taken her. He bellowed, hind legs thrashing and his hips bucking wildly with pleasure. She opened her mouth to laugh, but his thrusts were so desperate that he nearly filled her and she pulled back in surprise. She continued to stroke him, her tail writhing and even thrusting a tiny bit, but she pulled back her snout as he calmed--if it could be called that. He continued to thrust erratically, though it was obvious he made every effort to remain still.

"Don't cum, Falon," she murmured. He groaned in desperation. "Not yet, love. Not yet." Slowing the pace of her strokes, she took the tip of his cock back into her mouth, suckling gently on the tip. He groaned again, ass clenching frantically on her tail.

She teased him a few moments longer, letting her draw near his peak, just as she had, then ceasing all her attentions. Before long, he was whimpering worse than she had. At one point, when she'd completely pulled back, he continued to buck his hips, trying to drive her tail further up inside of him.

"Please," he begged, hips trembling uncontrollably. "Please, Rea. Please let me cum."

Rea stared up at him, judging the desperation in his eyes. At last she gave a gentle laugh. "Very well. Cum for me, Falon."

Without waiting, she sank his cock deep inside her mouth, the tip nearing her throat, her tongue wrapping about his slick shaft. Her paws grasped the swollen base of it, tugging at what was now very nearly a knot. Her tail thrashed inside his ass, shoving another few inches in, stretching his tailhole even wider.

With a throaty, agonized roar, Falon came. His cock shuddered, then unleashed a torrent of cum that very nearly filled her snout in a single pulse. She swallowed frantically, gagging slightly as the creamy seed quickly coated the back of her throat and the top of her mouth. His balls quivered, drawn up near the base of his shaft, and visibly shaking with each burst of cum he poured into her, thrusting all the while. Despite his outpouring of seed, Rea yelped at the way his tailhole tightened painfully about her tail.

When finally his orgasm began to taper off, Rea eased her tail from his ass, smiling at the great heaving gasps of air he took and the way his entire body continued to shake. After a moment, he weakly rolled onto his side, staring at her in something like shock.

She blushed, suddenly embarrassed by her prior aggressiveness, and looked away. The thought occurred to her that she was, once again, extremely wet. When he did not speak, however, she eventually turned back to face him, and found her mate eyeing her hungrily.

"What?" she asked, self-consciously.

"You are an incredible mate," he said, somewhat faintly. "Rea_,_ I love you."

She grinned, blushing even more fiercely and struggling to conceal how pleased she was. "I love you too," she purred. "So are we even now?"

The gleam in her mate's eye was unmistakable. "Gods, I hope not."