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Lyria’s Time Out

Dragon Girl’s Elven Waifu

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by anonymous

Lyria groaned, the twenty-six-foot-tall elf tipping her head back in the shower to let the water stream over her head. It was always a sensation she liked, when she’d rinsed out her hair and some of the water had flowed from it, then putting her head back under the water. For a moment, it was as if her blonde locks resisted the water, banding together but not able to stop the fresh, hot water from reaching her scalp. And then the heat poured over her, soaked right down to her scalp again with water running freely down the back of her neck.

She’d… Okay, well, she’d been working rather hard since getting back to the mansion. The elf had snuck in more work while they had been at the beach resort on vacation than she was honestly proud of. It wasn’t quite right that the only way she could really relax was in Zikuenne’s stomach, the dragon girl towering over her when she least expected it and devouring her for at least a few hours.

But her work kept her sane and Lyria had found it made her feel grounded. After her tumultuous entrance into the portal diving world and finding that those she thought were on her side very much were not, she needed that. She was well-aware of just how lucky she was to have the little blonde tiny, her little wife, how things could have been very different if she had not come by her when she had.

That wasn’t something the elf needed to think about, but she still did, from time to time. Lyria felt it was important to remember how things had changed and how her perspective of the world had needed to change for her to find her place in it. The work there, in the portal diving group and family, was where she’d found her place. Working with Isabella and Raphaela too on their new product line had given her an even greater connection to the draenei, who had been a little reclusive since joining the group unofficially. They seemed to be opening up a little more since the resort, however, for which Lyria was pleasantly surprised and enjoying. Raphaela had some wicked stories to tell and Lyria loved a good tale.

However, she’d deliberately taken herself away from her room and the others to shower that time, using the mixed-size showers down at the pool and leisure part of the mansion. It was a different space and made her feel like she was physically “stepping away” from the work that was on her mind, which was just another new tactic she was trying out. Frankly, it was more of a complex with how expansive it was and Lyria considered taking a spell in the steam room and then slipping into the pool, though she was too tired. It was funny how, sometimes, even sitting in a steam room felt like “too much” when she’d been working particularly hard.

Lyria sighed. That was something she had to think about, for herself as much as for anyone else. It wasn’t right to not feel able to rest, but even just acknowledging that was a start for her.

As the water streamed over her, she turned under the shower head, which was sized, perhaps, so a giantess of fifty-feet-tall would have been comfortable standing under it. The controls on the wall, however, were set at two different heights, so Lyria could stretch up to reach the lowest of them. Other shower heads in the communal shower area, with no dividers between the showers, were set much higher, so even the visitors to the mansion, a part of their family, were comfortable there. Of course, their bathrooms where needed had been modified in the rooms they were staying in too so they didn’t have to twist or contort to get under shower heads that were too small for them.

As she was rinsing off her hair, the water slowed, trickled and came to a complete stop. She hummed under her breath and brushed water out of her eyes, sweeping her hands over her face and carefully over her eyelashes to clear them.

“What’s going on?”

Strangely, she could still hear a trickling sound and the blue and white tiled wall didn’t look as it did before her as it had. Something pulled inside the elf, but Lyria didn’t catch on to that, not after such a long day.

And then she caught it: her warmth. Her breath hitched in her throat and Lyria looked up slowly, her heart skipping a beat. She felt it intimately, that missed beat, the next beat coming a little more vehemently than those that had preceded it, like it had to make itself noticed somehow. She took a breath, for Lyria sensed she was going to need it, though it was not as if her loving partner was going to let her come to any harm.

Her head went all the way back, but she already understood why the tiles in front of her had looked different. That had been the shadow of the dragon girl falling over her, blocking a little of the light and the stream of water. The shower had not gone off, of course, but had been running down the dragon matriarch’s gloriously naked body.

Even then, Lyria was not at all sure there would ever be anyone in any of the portal worlds oozing Zikuenne’s casual power. Even her stance set her apart, comfortable set evenly across both feet, though she, of course, had clawed toes. Those were just one feature that made Zikuenne as dangerous as she was and a high-value target to collect cum from, even if few managed to actually do so. The dragon girl had many favourites, out in the portal worlds, but those such as Alythess had been laid out for her as “bait,” even if the draenei had been able to take her and be somewhat okay afterwards. Of course, that depended entirely on an individual’s definition of “okay” and did not bear digging into. That was in the past and they had a much better relationship.

“Lyria.”

The elf shivered, but she didn’t look up to the dragon girl’s face. Temptation swayed her, tipping back and forth between the soles and the heels of her feet, and she inhaled slowly, enjoying the view. Her eyes traced up the dragon girl’s legs, feminine but evidently muscular, and all the way up to the underside of her breasts. It was not strange at all that her eyes were drawn there, following the soft curve of them, gently pulling down under their own weight but magnificently perky and full.

Zikuenne’s wings rustled.

“Lyria.”

Zikuenne blocked the water with her head and neck, though some drops still flitted down to the elf like soft kisses. Those weren’t at all the kind of kisses Ziku was used to delivering, but she didn’t mind. There were different nuances to be had with all those in her family, though it was growing more than even she could have anticipated.

Lyria exhaled, surprised to find a smile on her lips already. Ah, she was ready.

Reaching up, she stayed exactly where she was. There were no protests on her lips and she didn’t spin to face the dragon girl defiantly, didn’t put up a fight. It was only right that she was eaten, reaching for the dragon girl even as Ziku’s fingers, lovingly, closed around the elf’s body.

Zikuenne smiled as she collected Lyria in both hands, holding the elf like the precious thing she was. After all, there was something special about the elf she had to hold in mind. It was not simply because the elf was “okay” with being eaten that she kept seeking her out time after time again. She could find small things to eat, even though tinies were, admittedly, barely a mouthful. She’d learned the rules of Wolfenhammer quite well, though going out to the clubs with the wyvern girls was not relaxing at all for her. Being as tall as she was, she found it easy enough to watch them all, with a little help from an understanding Mina, but that was just why she’d only been once: she didn’t feel her harem was safe there.

Her, on the other hand… Well, expanding the reach of her wings, so to speak, was an excellent start in scoping out Wolfenhammer for her wyvern girls and, of course, devouring the foolish and the cocky. Alythess had been more than happy to take her through the rules and, although Ziku disagreed with not being able to just eat whoever she pleased, the draenei made it all a game. Those could be entertaining and she felt her wyvern girls, at the very least, were safe at the mansion. That allowed her to relax.

So, she saw how the elf held tension in her shoulders, how the line of her neck didn’t always seem to be set at a natural angle, like there was a crick in it. Sometimes, she’d entered the elf’s room while she’d been sleeping and found her tossing and turning, not even properly resting when she was asleep. Something had pulled inside the dragon girl and it had only been natural for her to set in.

“Ah, Lyria… No brave words this time?”

Zikuenne smiled proudly at the elf, though Lyria only smiled right back at her as she was lifted all the way up to the dragon matriarch’s face. She exhaled, the tip of her tail twitching, not at all bothered by the water still streaming gently over her. It was a kind of a massage, those tiny beats of water hitting her skin and then melding together into a clear, gleaming wash that flowed down her body.

Yet Lyria caught her off-guard, even if nothing in the dragon girl’s stance or expression conveyed that in the slightest. Reaching for Ziku, Lyria rested a hand on her lips, though it was swiftly followed by her other hand too.

“Zikuenne…” The elf breathed. “Please… Before you do…that, please make me yours. I want… I want…”

Lyria inhaled deeply. It was hard to put it all into words. It was not something she’d felt before, not something she’d experienced, though she was gaining a whole wealth of new experiences at Wolfenhammer, with her family. Yet she had to try, for Zikuenne, for the dragon girl deserved that.

Instead of seeking words, she let her body convey what she wanted instead. Those lips parted faintly before her, a wisp of warm breath flowing over the elf’s body. Lyria was almost chilly after being drawn, gently, from the shower, but hot blood flowed beneath her skin. The dragon girl’s warmth sank into her too as she skimmed her hands lightly over Zikuenne’s lips, both hands in the centre of her lower lip and then slowly, patiently, sliding away from each other.

There were tiny, minute lines in the dragon matriarch’s lips: no more than the natural variation that could be found on any body. Yet, to Lyria, Ziku’s lips were perfectly smooth as she played her hands across them, leaning in to, very gently, rest a tender kiss on Zikuenne’s upper lip. To even think about kissing the dragon girl properly, lip to lip, was implausible, but Lyria had found her own way with the giantesses she spent time with, all so she could feel closer to them.

The dragon girl shivered, though she didn’t intend to. She smiled, her lips still apart, for she couldn’t bear the thought of closing them while the elf was playing with them, gently sliding her hands between them. Lyria’s hands and forearms grazed her lips with a gentle touch, so very light, and she groaned, wanting more.

Lyria was right, although Ziku, perhaps, was not quite in a place where she was ready and willing to say that. She shivered, wings shifting against her back where they were folded neatly down and tucked away, but the elf stilled between her lips.

“Mmm…” She hummed lightly. “Come with me.”

It was more of a warning to Lyria that she was going to take her somewhere rather than a genuine question or a request. But that was okay as it was, at least between the two of them. They needed a moment and Zikuenne taking Lyria out of the showers and to the stairs, up to her room, was just the moment they needed to take a breather and collect themselves once again.

The dragon girl, however, lowered Lyria from her mouth as she walked, her tail shifting lightly behind her in a subtle swing that helped her keep her balance without Ziku even thinking about it. Yet Lyria was not at all bothered by pressing in against the dragon matriarch’s breasts, humming and nestling her face against one while she took in the dragon girl’s movement, every powerful step rippling up through her body, an echo Lyria was glad to absorb.

Zikuenne, however, took control with the ease she was used to. Some things, even for her, had always come naturally – and perhaps that was because she was always looking out for the well-being of her partner or partners. It might well have led to her being a little over zealous with her harem, that was true, but she always put them first and, in that way, she was never unduly controlling.

She nudged open her door and closed it without thinking with her tail, though that was something the dragon matriarch had needed to get used to. It wasn’t as if she’d had to deal with doors all that much out where she lived, but she was getting used to some little comforts and privacies, just like that. It was not as if she’d never experienced a life where giantesses like her could enjoy more amenities, but the heat of the crater had called to her: a safe sanctuary, once, for her and the wyvern girls. Now, Ziku was not fully sure where their sanctuary should reside, but she was happy to take the time to work that out. She owed her harem that much, and much, much more too.

“Lyria…”

She dragged out the elf’s name as she set her on the bed, standing upright. Stepping back, Zikuenne licked her lips, giving Lyria a sly smile that hinted at that “something more” in their relationship. Slowly, she extended her wings to either side and higher above her, feeling the pull in her upper back and shoulders, muscles she didn’t always use coming into play. At Wolfenhammer, of course, she did not need to fly much. In fact, she’d been told she would cause something of a disturbance if she did, though the wyvern girls had said they’d like to see that, fawning over her.

Lyria, to her credit, did not flinch at all, looking up at the power of the dragon girl who had threatened so many portal divers and been the end of so many others, for they had sought to use and abuse the bounty of the wyvern girls. They had tried to take what was not theirs to demand and that, duly, was the fate they had decided for themselves.

All she could do was look up at Zikuenne, trailing her eyes from the tops of the dragon girl’s thighs, the scales there, over her firm abdominal muscles and higher still. Of course, it was only natural for her eyes to land on Ziku’s breasts, though Lyria might well have said her little blonde friend was having an influence on her in that regard. She liked boobs, but a toned pair of legs and a nice ass were great too.

The dragon girl’s boobs were impossible to ignore and Lyria was not even trying to. They pulled down, faintly, under their own weight into that nice, soft round, shape, her nipples lightly perky. Ziku kept the temperature in her bedroom a little cooler than the other rooms, for that was simply more comfortable for her. She didn’t have much of a choice up in the crater what temperature she chose, though she was known for sprawling out and exposing as much of her body as possible so she could release more heat from her body.

Zikuenne licked her lips and Lyria’s eyes flicked up to her mouth briefly, but snapped back to her boobs. It was hypnotising to stare at them, even when she knew exactly where she was going to end up, down the dragon girl’s throat. They rose and fell, lightly, with every breath Zikuenne took, though she took in the dragon matriarch’s full visage too. She was powerful, at ease in any environment, not so much fitting in but dominating and commanding the room without a second thought about it.

Smiling, Ziku settled her wings a little lower, pleased with the elf’s reaction. It was a turn-on, she had to admit, to see Lyria look at her with that hunger in her eyes. The elf wasn’t scared of her in the slightest – well, not in any way that really mattered. If Lyria had really not wanted to be eaten, she obviously would not have done anything with her, for that would have gone against what her little blonde friend wanted from her. And it would go against what she wanted, how she wanted to act around the elf.

So, she said nothing as she climbed onto the bed, going right over the elf so she could get comfortable. Her tail hung as she knelt above Lyria, using her tail for balance as she laid it down on the bed behind her. It was intentional, of course, as she let her knees splay out, showing off the strength in her legs rather than her flexibility. Thankfully for her, she would not be “forced” to push her cunny down as close to the sheets as possible, pulling her legs into a strain stretch along her inner thighs she was not quite ready for, but had left enough room to her back for her to lie down on the length of the bed. Of course, the little things like that were just something that came naturally to her, as if something was working away in the back of her mind to make things easier for Zikuenne and for those she adored around her.

She lay flat, her tail neatly spread out to the side. It carefully blocked off any escape for the elf – though it was not as if Lyria had any thoughts at all of going anywhere. She looked up at the one-hundred-and-twenty-five-foot dragon girl’s pussy, her legs so lewdly and prominently spread for her. It was so obvious, even then, what Ziku demanded of her, the dragon matriarch letting out a contented rumble. It was not a growl and not a moan but somewhere in-between.

“Oh, I have some tricks of my own too, Ziku,” Lyria said lightly, a smile pulling at her lips, though the dragon girl could not see her right then. “Let me show you…”

Sometimes, the best language shared between them didn’t come in words, not spent aloud. Sure, that was a rather clear, explicit way in which to communicate, but they didn’t need that all the time. Some of the things they wanted to say to each other were subtler, drawing through the undercurrent of lust, tingling and aching passionately between them.

Zikuenne had not spent intimate time quite like that with the elf before, but she’d easily seen how Lyria had been swept away by her harem. Rynt, in particular, had talked, very loudly, about how good the elf was with her pussy and there was no sense in Zikuenne not getting that experience for herself too. The dragon girl squirmed a little, relaxed there like a queen before her subject, yet there was only a trembling, softening connection between them, like love rising in the air.

The first touch on her folds was light, almost tentative. The elf would have to do better than that, but the dragon girl, at least, could be patient for a little while. She exhaled, a hand on her breasts, putting an arm back behind her head so she could be propped up a little, looking over her breasts. That only allowed her to just about catch a glimpse or two of Lyria’s blonde hair as the elf softly explored her, but Zikuenne got far more from sensation right then and there than she ever could have received from a visual show.

“If you want to be more than food to me,” Zikuenne said, though she didn’t use Lyria’s name that time deliberately, “you can prove yourself. But I think you will be more than you ever thought you could be.”

It was not like Zikuenne to be mysterious, but that was by the by. Lyria focused, though a smile tugged at her lips. She was right where she wanted to be as she breathed a kiss over the dragon girl’s folds, her height better allowing her to reach all parts of the monster girl’s cunny rather than little Sedlina needing to pull out every last one of her skills. That meant too that she could be more delicate, breathing a kiss over the giantess’ clit and sliding down, her hands skimming over Zikuenne’s flesh and pressing more firmly when they reached her entrance.

The gleaming, tantalising entrance to Zikuenne’s pussy twitched as the elf brushed her hands over it, but Zikuenne seemed to like firmer pressure, so that was exactly what Lyria gave her. She took more from the feedback the dragon girl gave her, her hands teasing inside her pussy, fingers curling, gently playing around the sensitive nerve endings. There was a lot to do there and Lyria nipped at her lip, need bringing a fresh rise of invigoration to her.

She’d felt cold after leaving the shower, but the elf didn’t feel cold anymore, not at all. She exhaled, licking her lips, needing that focus to stop herself from trying something more, from rushing things and not showing off her full skills. Of course, there was no doubt in her mind in the slightest that she could be “enough” for the dragon matriarch: everything that had passed between them had been more than clear there. But she wanted more between them still, for that shift in their relationship to bring them forward, to deepen their connection even further.

Zikuenne exhaled hotly in a rush of breath. Though the dragon girl licked her lips, any saliva that gleamed faintly on them swiftly evaporated, the greater heat of her body taking care of that so very easily for her. Her tail twitched and yet she kept it arced around her leg son the bed, stopping the elf from making a quick escape, though the door was closed too. She was sure the elf could get away if she wanted to, but why not make a play at entrapment, heat simmering so very tantalising and exotically between them?

And the elf was good. She hissed happily between her teeth, needing to focus even more than before to stay still, for she wanted Lyria to do her best work for her. That was one time, intimately, she didn’t want to interfere. She wanted to let it all sink in, soaking up every single moment of the elf’s hands sweeping around her entrance, pushing up inside her as if she was going to enter her – but that opened up another idea of how she could use the elf.

Lyria, however, dipped away with her hands dripping in a steady flow of the dragon matriarch’s arousal, skimming her hands lusciously up to her clit once more, pausing only to tease her folds along the way. The folds of the dragon girl’s pussy, after all, were very sensitive, and there was a lot the teasing line of a finger could do, drawing a line of heat along Zikuenne’s pussy. She massaged them gently, with a hand on either side, following the lead of the dragon girl’s twitches and squirms. It seemed, when she was getting warmed up, Zikuenne was not one to show things too openly, so the elf had to smile and consider her plan of action.

Ah, but the dragon girl still, somehow, made it all so very easy for her. She could think about what she was doing, yes, but she didn’t have to. Lyria just wanted to make sure she didn’t leave a single spot untouched, exploring Zikuenne lovingly while her hands, finally, reached the dragon girl’s clit. She kissed it again, ducking her head to do so, but the dragon girl shuddered and openly rocked her hips towards Lyria. The time to make her needs clear had certainly come.

Teasing the dragon matriarch’s clit simply came naturally to her as she kissed it again, letting her tongue drag over it in a sensual line while her hands came in for the deeper, firmer stimulation Zikuenne responded well too. A raspy hiss broke Zikuenne’s lips and she pushed down needily towards Lyria as she bore into her clit, letting her hands frame it to squeeze, pressing her body against the dragon girl’s pussy so she could use her breasts too. A steady stream of Zikuenne’s arousal flowed readily from her cunny, twitches and tiny contractions rippling through her pussy and betraying just how much the dragon girl was getting into all of it.

Lyria, however, knew exactly what she needed to do – and it didn’t involve bringing Zikuenne over the edge from merely pleasing her clit alone. Of course, the elf could well have done that, but she didn’t need to be so obvious about it. She brushed her fingertips against the dragon girl’s clit as she relaxed the pressure, though Ziku’s tail-tip twitched almost irritably. She was not used to things not going the way she expected.

She took the lead, however, and slipped lower, letting her arms lay back down the sides of her body and her face grind lightly into Ziku’s pussy. Wetness clung to her in sticky ropes and Lyria couldn’t resist moaning as she pressed inside, feeling the dragon matriarch’s pussy stretching around her, clinging to every inch of her body she fed into Zikuenne’s tight sex.

“Mmm…”

Zikuenne rumbled lightly, surprised that was something the elf had gone for, but she was not at all against it as she rocked her hips a little, encouraging Lyria to show her what she could do. The stretch was not something she was all that used to, but she was more than happy with it. In fact, she squeezed experimentally around Lyria’s body, testing just how much pull she had around the elf’s body, whether she could teasingly tug her deeper, coaxing the elf into the depths of her cunny.

Lyria moaned and squirmed, but the elf couldn’t work her way any deeper. She bent her legs, which were still all fully protruding from the giantess’ pussy, but she couldn’t do it. As much as she braced, only getting her torso, down over her breasts, inside the dragon girl, she just didn’t have the strength in her to push herself further inside. Heat rushed to her cheeks and Lyria let out a frustrated growl, even if it was hard to feel too bad when she had the sticky, wet heat of the giantess wrapped around her.

The dragon matriarch, however, had mercy on her and gently took her lower body in her hands, closing her fingers firmly but considerately around Lyria. The elf twitched in her hands and the dragon girl used her, working her back and forth with her greater strength. If someone had been watching, they might well have thought Lyria was merely an elf-shaped dildo, though her body glistened with streams of glistening arousal when her body pushed deeper and withdrew again.

Moans rising, Lyria twitched, helpless in the dragon girl’s grasp, but that was exactly the way things were meant to be anyway. She’d wanted to offer herself to Zikuenne in a different way than before, of course. It was not all about eating her, though that was very much a highlight and, in a way, something that had drawn both the dragon girl and Lyria to one another in the first place. She exhaled, licking her lips, though everything was made up of Zikuenne’s arousal, the slick honey sliding over her face, the rest of her body, tight muscles pressing and massaging along the full length of her body.

It was easy to get “lost” there, but it was Zikuenne who grounded her. Her legs were pressed devoutly together and she twisted a little, a thump and a grind telling her Ziku was moving. Yet what could Lyria do about that? She smiled faintly, letting her eyes close, though it was not as if she could see anything inside the dragon matriarch anyway. She just wanted to sink deeper still into the experience, keeping her body straight and usable, even as her own desire mounted.

The clenching pull of Ziku’s inner muscles rippled over her, locking her in. With the dragon girl’s folds pulling over her legs, working all the way down to her knees, she felt like she could really have slipped free and deeper, never coming out ever again. Of course, it was really the dragon matriarch, in all her power and beauty, who commanded her in that moment, the glory of Zikuenne dominating her. She was lucky, so very much so, as the dragon girl rolled over on the bed and rocked her hips, reaching back to grind Lyria even deeper into her pussy.

The elf moaned as her body burned wantonly, the giantess’ heat sinking into her. There was no escaping it, even as Ziku jerked and rocked her hips, struggling, seemingly, to contain herself as she grew closer and closer to orgasm. Her pussy twitched and gripped her erratically, squeezing harder and Lyria leaned into it, her fingers twitching where they rested against her hips.

Hissing, Ziku’s wings popped out and flapped, though it was beyond her to even think about holding back. She was using her new toy, her new favourite toy, and worked the elf back and forth more roughly, huffing and panting. Her tail beat on the bed as she reached back behind her, releasing Lyria for a second to change position, lying on her stomach. Yet it was not a concern at all for the monster girl to grasp the elf again to thrust her deeply, adjusting the angle only a little to tease over a more sensitive stretch inside her.

Yet it was not in Zikuenne’s nature to hold back, not even in the slightest. With a snarling moan, she bucked her hips, town between grinding down into the bed and back onto Lyria, though she worked the elf deep into her wet pussy all the same. Her tongue spilt over her lips, licking across and between them, steam rising very faintly where her body temperature increased even more. Her body, however, was overcome in orgasm, gripping and squeezing the elf as she took every last drop of pleasure from her she possibly could.

“Ohhhhhh…”

Her moans bounced off the walls of her room, slow to fade, and the dragon girl rode out every pulsing wave of her high. Orgasm rocked her to her core and she could not help clenching hard around the elf buried in her pussy, though she was sure the little thing would be more than okay.

A notion flickered in her mind, the thought of a name for Lyria, but she left that for later. It was worth it, in that moment, to settle into gripping the elf with erratic, lewd clenches of her pussy, a wash of arousal flowing freely over the elf while she rode out every nuance of her pleasure.

Inside, Lyria was but a toy, grunting in the back of her throat while her lips parted, needing to do something to encompass the moment. Lyria twitched and yet the swell of pressure around her was impossible to ignore. She gasped, though it was not air in her lungs she was seeking, her body twitching in response to the crushing rolls of pressure around her, sticky sweetness pouring down her body.

It was only natural for her to join Zikuenne in the height of orgasm. Yet it was not Lyria’s choice as she was drawn over the edge, even if the force of her own orgasm simply could not match up to the dragon matriarch. Yet she was there to share in it, the lewd sound of Ziku’s inner walls squeezing and releasing pouring over her ears, desire aching deep inside her. She let it go, however, orgasm pushing through her passionately, her pussy squeezing around nothing while her own arousal soaked the inside of her thighs. Even that was lost in the wash of need from the dragon girl and Lyria let it all be, for her body was adjacent to Ziku’s desire, what she’d intended whole-heartedly to give to the dragon girl in the first place.

Eventually, they both came down from their high and Lyria moaned as she was, slowly, extracted from Ziku’s pussy. Well, not really. Zikuenne only relaxed around her and drew the elf back a little, as if to let Lyria know it was okay, after everything, to work her way out once more. Lyria huffed and grunted, feeling as if she didn’t quite have the strength for what she was being asked to do, but slowly worked her way back out, sliding onto the bed.

She did not wait, however, despite her shaking legs. That was not something she had time for as she held her head high and swiftly, though a little awkwardly, climbed over the dragon girl’s thigh. There didn’t seem to be a more suitable way for her to work her way around, after all, but she knew exactly what she wanted. Now, it was time to see if Zikuenne felt the same way…

She made her way up to the dragon girl’s face, where the giantess rolled lightly onto her side, so she was curved almost protectively around the elf. Lyria rested a hand on her cheek, taking a breath to steady herself.

“I’ve proven I’m more than food to you,” she said levelly, but there was a smile on her lips softening the moment. “I wish I knew how you felt too.”

Yet she couldn’t help it, pushing her hands between Zikuenne’s lips. She wasn’t too sure, not personally, how that had happened, for she’d only felt she’d leaned in for a kiss – and then her body betrayed her. She’d said she wanted to be more than food to the dragon matriarch…and yet what was it that her body was telling her?

“I…” Lyria blushed hard, almost pulling back, but Ziku sucked around her forearms, stalling her. “I don’t… I want…”

“Oh, sweet treat Lyria,” Zikuenne murmured. “I know exactly what you want. You are mine.”

The elf had most certainly proven herself, but there was enough time for them to still enjoy one another. Lyria being more than able to please her sexually, of course, did not make the elf anything – but it opened the door to more between them. Never had the dragon matriarch taken such a small member into her harem (the little blonde was the one who’d changed that, being a tiny), but Lyria had more than worked her way into the hearts of her wyvern girls and her too.

Yet the moment was soft and sweet, her lips parting more and more widely. She opened up for the gift of Lyria and her body, though it was all down to the elf feeding herself to her. Lyria did not hold back and Zikuenne, rather graciously for her, accepted her gift as the elf looked deeply into the dark cavern of her mouth. The giantess, at her height, was not to be scoffed at or thought less of in any way, for she held her own power well enough in hand. They would find just what that connection was to become between them, but, for the time being, Ziku was confident the harem had a new member.

Lyria pushed in, deeper and deeper, the dragon girl’s tongue only catching her when her hips came up to the point of Ziku’s lips. The dragon girl raised her head a little as her tongue scooped between the elf’s legs and Lyria gasped, a flutter of pleasure searing through her. Heat clawed wantonly at her and yet orgasm was not the reason she was feeding herself to Zikuenne in the slightest, no. It was more than that, something deeper, yet her mind could not jump to anything else at all, not even at a time like that.

It was all about the moment, sensation dominating her mind. The dragon girl dominantly pulled Lyria into her mouth and the elf moaned, going along with it, panting heavily, her chest rising and falling sharply against Ziku’s tongue. It was a lot, all too much, but it was not up to her to dictate how things were to go as she gave herself over to the dragon matriarch. Lyria whimpered as she was pushed unceremoniously towards the back of the dragon girl’s mouth, like that was the only place she ever could have belonged, her body already relaxing. Of course, that directly went against what so many others must have experienced when being eaten by the dragon girl and a deranged little giggle flirted with her lips.

She was the one who got to be eaten and come back again and she groaned as the dragon girl swallowed. Zikuenne just about managed to keep her mouth open, so Lyria had a little light to see by at the back of her mouth – but all that light disappeared completely as she took the plunge into the back of the dragon girl’s throat, head spinning wantonly. The inner muscles of the giantess’ oesophagus took over as she was pushed and squeezed down with gulp after gulp massaging her body, though gravity, as it always did, helped a little too.

As it was, the elf, once again, became the dragon girl’s food as Zikuenne swallowed hard, relishing in the moment. A thick bulge rose in her throat as she enjoyed Lyria, the shape of the elf briefly showing through before she became shapeless again, her features lost in the soft stretch of Ziku’s skin. Down and down and down, she had a place to be as her feet slid into the dragon girl’s throat too and Zikuenne gave one final swallow, sending Lyria all the way down to her favourite comfortable resting place in the pit of her stomach.

She rested a hand on her belly, cupping her fingers around Lyria, though the elf was, of course, rather large for her hand. It was not at all like putting her hand over Little Pleasure in her stomach, so no one else could see the bump in her belly the tiny made there.

Relaxing back against the pillows, though they had been knocked askew, she mused over things contentedly, enjoying the sense of fullness in her stomach. Would it really be such a bad thing to leave the elf in there? She let the question hang in her mind but not in the air, pondering absently. Lyria shifted in her stomach and she smiled, tapping her very lightly with the tip of a forefinger. From the movement and the space the elf took up in her stomach, it was clear the elf was masturbating. That she was more than enjoying the experience was not at all something Zikuenne could or would deny, even if she had swallowed many others, in the past, without considering their experience of it in the slightest. The situations had been different then, with many trying to hurt her wyvern girls or at least abuse their good, sweet natures.

“You, Golden Treat, are very special to me. So special, in fact…I might keep you in there.”

Zikuenne pondered that for a moment, running her hand back and forth, from her fingers to the palm of her hand, over Lyria in her stomach. The elf wriggled against her, though it was impossible to see what more she could be doing in there, other than the obvious masturbating. It made sense to Ziku, for her stomach, clearly, was the safest place for her to keep Golden Treat. She knew about the elf, from the wyvern girls, how she’d lived a privileged life before and then been thrust into a new reality at Wolfenhammer, how the portal diving company had not been all that kind to her too. Someone with a golden soul like her deserved safety and warmth.

And she offered herself to you as food.

That little voice in Zikuenne’s head spoke up cheekily, though it did not all that often make itself known. Clicking her tongue at it, Ziku waved it away mentally, a smile tugging at her lips as she relaxed back on the bed. If Lyria offered herself to be food to her then it was only fair that the dragon girl did with her as she wished, for that was the way of it in her world and the portal diving company world. She had every right to keep the elf all to herself forever, though her wyvern girls would whine and beg and say that was ever so greedy of her. It could be fun to see all the ways they would try to persuade her to release Lyria from her stomach again, however…

Golden Treat would be released and handed back into their loving (demanding) grasps soon enough, but the elf was all hers for the time being as Zikuenne’s tail twitched against the bed, full and warm and comfortable with her elf.

One more wife for my harem.